An Eroge and Reality Have Merged
“A-yeong!! Snap out of it!”
A woman’s voice reached me, muffled and distant.
This wasn’t the familiar feel of my usual bed. The surface was hard, as if I were lying flat on the floor.
While I was still registering the strangeness, the shouting came again.
“You’re okay, right? Come on, open your eyes!”
I forced my eyelids open. A woman’s blurry outline swam into view.
“You with me? I told you not to push yourself so hard during practice!”
When my head finally cleared, I found myself sprawled on the cold floor. Water soaked everything. I pushed myself up with effort.
The woman in front of me wore a swimsuit and stared down with open worry.
What… what the hell is going on? And why a swimsuit?
A sudden tightness across my chest made me carefully bring a hand up to my own body.
Soft give.
“Huh?”
The sound slipped out before I could stop it. Something that absolutely should not have been there filled both of my hands completely.
While I reeled in confusion, the woman grabbed my wrist and hauled me to my feet.
“A-yeong! Get your head straight and go home to rest.”
With that she took my hand and started pulling me along. Still clueless, I let myself be led until a sign came into view.
Women’s Locker Room
Wait… I really shouldn’t go in there.
Before the thought could fully form, I was already being dragged inside. In the middle of the chaotic rush I brushed past a mirror.
“W-wait! Just hold on a second!”
“What’s wrong with you now?”
I ignored the voice behind me and bolted to the glass.
The person standing in the mirror was not me. An unfamiliar woman stared back.
Yet she felt strangely familiar. The longer I looked, the clearer the memory became.
The heroine of the game I had been playing yesterday. The features lined up almost perfectly.
I slowly examined my new body. The large breasts I had always preferred, the boyish charm of the face, the whole figure dripping with sensuality. As I stared, fragmented memories belonging to the body’s original owner began to surface.
A girl who loved sports and possessed real talent, racking up solid results… until her body overdeveloped and she was forced to quit. High-school years spent studying side-by-side with a boy she had always been close to, all for the sake of university entrance. The things that happened between them, the tender feelings that grew…
That was when it clicked. The NTR game I had played last night and reality had somehow fused together.
Everything this body had experienced had clearly taken place in South Korea. Yet the content of those experiences matched the opening of the game almost beat for beat.
I quickly thanked the other girl, gathered my things, and left.
“Thanks for looking after me. My head’s clear now, so I’m heading home.”
I changed clothes, stepped out of the swim center, and looked around.
“My body is like this, yet the neighborhood is completely familiar.”
The same streets I had walked a thousand times. Checking the ID card confirmed the address was identical to the one I had always known.
When I walked through the front door, Dad greeted me warmly.
“My girl~ You’re home?”
“Yeah… I’m gonna crash in my room for a bit.”
“Alright. Drop by the café later and have a cup of coffee with me.”
I headed to my room, thinking. The man looked exactly like my father from the original world, yet the way he treated me was the complete opposite. No more of the shut-in NEET being screamed at—only the gentle affection reserved for a beloved daughter.
Feeling the dissonance, I carefully surveyed the room. The layout was identical, but the atmosphere was entirely different. I started rummaging through everything, trying to understand this body’s situation.
On the desk sat a university acceptance letter and a single diary.
Seonggong University
Department of Sports Science
Park A-yeong
I set the letter aside and opened the diary. One date was marked with a star.
The day I meet Se-yeong
I flipped through the rest, but there was nothing else of note.
Following every web-novel cliché I could remember, I started shouting random words.
“Status window! Stats! Options!”
Nothing appeared. I decided I had no special powers and sank into despair.
“Why don’t I have any abilities at all…”
I forced myself to stay calm, sat at the desk, and carefully sorted through the situation.
Right now the relationship with the male lead had already deepened; they had entered the same university together. Looking at this body, there was no doubt I was the heroine of the NTR game I used to play. Yet no matter how hard I dug through the memories or the remaining belongings, there was zero trace of any entanglement with the NTR guys from the game.
“Nothing special has happened yet.”
The situation had diverged from the original game in subtle ways. The game had covered the events of summer break during high school. On the surface the heroine looked bright and carefree, but the hollow left by quitting sports became the perfect opening for the NTR men, leading to filthy encounters and her gradual corruption.
Reality was different.
“I’ve already gotten into university.”
The acceptance letter sitting right there. Apparently this body’s abilities were solid enough to land a top-tier school after only two years of entrance-exam prep. And I could already picture exactly what would happen once I set foot on that campus.
“It’s obvious… I’ll run into them at university.”
I wondered whether any crack still existed in this heart for them to slip through, and the incident at the pool came back to me. Even after getting into college, the lingering regret over quitting sports had driven her to swim so hard she collapsed from exhaustion.
The memory made something in my chest ache.
“Sports is the weak point, then.”
I pushed the thought aside and stood in front of the full-length mirror, slowly looking myself over. Boyish short hair paired with a body that was anything but boyish. Breasts and an ass large enough to seduce any man alive.
“Seeing this body in real life… it’s even lewder than I expected.”
I cupped my breasts again. Sensation flooded both my palms and my chest at the same time, driving home just how real this was. The springy, dense feel under my fingers mixed with a strange new awareness: I had become the kind of woman I never would have even dreamed of meeting in my old world. And I had no idea what came next.
In the web novels I used to read, the protagonist always received a clear goal and returned to reality once it was completed. I had neither special powers nor any destination. The only hazy certainty was that the moment I entered university, I would get tangled up with a whole cast of NTR men.
Still, the personality of the original owner and my own were completely different. The real Park A-yeong had been lively and caring—exactly the type of heroine an NTR game would use. I was not. Before I became a shut-in I had been ordinary enough, but successive failures had filled me with inferiority and jealousy toward everyone around me.
Yet looking at this face and body, dangerous ideas kept bubbling up.
“What if, instead of following the game, I seduce those guys and use them?”
Given the nature of an NTR-game heroine, simply attending university normally would almost guarantee she fell for other men and got corrupted. But if I flipped the script and deliberately lured them, controlled them… what then?
I studied the mirror more carefully. Every feature men loved was packed into one package. This body was broken-level overpowered no matter how you looked at it. My eyes kept drifting back to the huge breasts and hips.
“No matter how many times I look, it’s insane.”
While my mind wandered, my hands started kneading my own chest without conscious thought.
“Hnn… just touching my breasts…”
Was this simply what a woman’s body felt like, or was this particular body hypersensitive? A desire to feel even better began to crawl up from somewhere deep.
After a brief hesitation, the hands that had been massaging my breasts slid to the nipples.
“Hyaah! This feeling…!”
A jolt of pleasure I had never known as a man raced through my entire body. Maybe it was because I now inhabited the body of a game protagonist—everything was ridiculously sensitive. It felt exactly like the heroine of an eroge.
At the same time a wet sensation bloomed between my legs. The reflection in the mirror already had flushed cheeks and damp thighs.
“I… I was a guy… just yesterday…”
I had definitely been male until yesterday, yet a craving to be filled was slowly rising. Suddenly I understood exactly why the heroine in the game had fallen so easily for every man’s temptation.
“This body… feels way too easily. I never knew it was set up like this.”
A little fondling of the breasts and a few rubs of the nipples had already soaked through my jeans with love juice. The sensitivity was absurd, and that made me worry about the future.
“I’m supposed to be the one doing the seducing. I can’t let myself fall for any of them…”
No matter how I looked at it, this body was far too sensitive. Before the possession, Park A-yeong had been so focused on sports and exam prep that sexual desire had never even crossed her mind.
“Can I… actually hold out?”
At this rate, no matter what I tried, the NTR guys would conquer me for sure.
“Maybe… it would be better if I just took care of it myself.”
The rising lust made me invent the most ridiculous self-justification. Not even a full day had passed since the possession, yet my identity as a man was already growing faint.
Soft moans started escaping my lips.
“Hnn…♡ Nngh… I can’t stop…”
Driven by the swelling desire, I stopped rubbing myself through my clothes and began peeling them off, layer by layer.