A Game I Already Cleared and a Sequel I Didn't Even Know Existed
A Game I Already Cleared and a Sequel I Didn't Even Know Existed
A sense of accomplishment I hadn't felt since passing my thirties and forgetting the meaning of the word "challenge"
The achievement of having sliced down not one, but two Poison Wyverns in a single stroke
"Haa...haa...Dammit!...Dammit! Shit! Fuck! Uwaaaaaah!"
But even more overwhelming was an absurd sense of emptiness that seemed to mock my joy, throwing all my happy feelings away.
Looking at the two Poison Wyvern corpses lying dead, their bodies intertwined just like Rage and I had been moments ago when accepting death, I felt like all my years had been completely invalidated.
38 years - all that I had trained over this not-so-short period of time was inferior to a single load of cum from a 40-year-old man.
Attack Power: 7
That's my original attack power, which I confirmed while raising it through Semen Growth.
Considering that an untrained state has an attack power of 1, my lifelong training with a sword while knowing no magic whatsoever had only yielded a mere attack power of 6.
"Yeah. I didn't just train...I drank like crazy and had fun too. I even sold my body to earn money for alcohol...But still...this is too much! Uwaaaaah!"
I should have just let him cum inside me from the beginning.
When that noble customer came offering ten times my usual fee if I let him cum inside, I should have gratefully accepted.
It would have been troublesome for him if I showed up with a child anyway, so he probably would have used contraception
I shouldn't have treated the former Madam like a crazy bitch for taking on new adventurers' virginities without condoms.
Then at least they wouldn't have had any regrets when they died so meaninglessly on their first quest
'And...unlike a slut like me...Rage...yeah Rage...'
This goes back to when Rage was young - the guy who's looking at me like I'm some crazy bitch even as I'm having this meltdown.
The guy who lived day-to-day suddenly stopped drinking, ate sparingly, started saving money, and then bought me a ring with jewels...and proposed to me.
'Yeah...you should have just married me then, you idiot. You should have pretended to give in and married me, and on our wedding night, even if I wasn't a virgin, you should have said some bullshit like "You're the first one I'm allowing into my womb!" You fucking asshole!'
Now a sticky, disgusting emotion that can't be contained by the mere word "regret" began to dominate my entire body.
'That guy...Rage was...a hero...'
Who cared if I was just a whore? I sold my body in the first place for Rage's sake anyway.
But even so, because I was once a man too, I refused his love while harboring the pathetic pity that he'd be better off marrying a proper lady rather than a whore like me.
And the woman he eventually ended up with was a 900-year-old elf granny.
'No. That's not it'
I actually know the truth.
Rage didn't truly love Seyra - he was just trying to forcibly recover from the pain of my rejection through her
And even after Seyra died, the forty-year-old guy eventually decided to live together with me
'Since you were going to stick with a slut like me even past forty anyway...if only you had at least kept the hero title instead of being an adventurer...how much better would that have been...?'
I dreamed of such a future.
In my mid-twenties, finally getting together with Rage, having him recognize my abilities, using this power to support him from his side so he could become a true hero - a life like the True Ending, the only one in the original game, slightly flawed but still shining brightly enough in my current eyes.
And we would have a child who looked just like us...
"Agh...aaaah...aaaaaah!"
But such a future will never exist now.
I threw it all away in the past - with these hands that wasted vacation rewards playing so enjoyably, with this stupid head that remembered nothing despite having so much fun, with this body that spread so easily as if it were programmed that way.
Thud-
Having cried myself exhausted and collapsed to my knees, I was shedding more tears than I had in my entire life over years wasted just because I didn't allow one creampie.
And as if waiting for this exact timing, that voice spoke to me again.
'Hey! It's not too late yet! You can still start now! A happy New Life!'
The voice that had helped me earlier and bestowed upon me the Semen Growth skill resonated in my ears once more.
"...Huh?"
'Fine, fine, you frustrating fool! Since I've been discovered anyway, I might as well explain everything!'
At those words, I quickly got up from the floor and looked around to find all color had disappeared from the world.
Not only that, but Rage was frozen in a pose as if about to say something to me.
Next to him, a butterfly was frozen in place, and above, a bird was frozen in the sky.
"This is..."
That's right.
It was like a game screen that had been paused by pressing the ESC Key.
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"Alright, first thing I want to say is...you successfully killed the Demon King. Congratulations on clearing 'Lewd Adventurer Shephy ~Which Does Your Childhood Friend Hero Prefer: NTR & NTL!?~' and 'TS Lewd Hero Rage ~Leveling Up Quickly with Semen Instead of the Easily NTR'd Rag-like Childhood Friend!~'. Shephy"
The first words from the sacred woman with flowing golden hair - who was no longer whispering in my ear but appearing boldly before me, clearly a Goddess - were a modest congratulation for having cleared this something that was both the game world I had lived in until now and a game world I knew nothing about, along with the achievement of defeating the Demon King.
"What? No, what did you say?"
"Stop with the formal speech, it's annoying. You were fucking cursing left and right, and now you're being all polite"
"No...well...fine. But what? Demon King subjugation? By me? More importantly, the subtitle of what seems to be Rage's game is..."
The original game I was reincarnated into
'Lewd Adventurer Shephy ~Which Does Your Childhood Friend Hero Prefer: NTR & NTL!?~'
had a title dizzying enough.
But what appears to be the sequel with Rage as the protagonist
'TS Lewd Hero Rage ~Leveling Up Quickly with Semen Instead of the Easily NTR'd Rag-like Childhood Friend!~'
had an even more staggering title.
And that "rag" in the subtitle seems to be me.
"I know. But what can I do? This is the trend these days. Add some pretty illustrations and it'll definitely sell. Even if the story is practically identical to the previous game except for the introduction, even if you reuse the same maps, monsters, and NPCs just by saying it's the same worldview, it's guaranteed to rank first weekly"
I never imagined I'd hear such dirty tsukuru game circumstances from a Goddess's mouth after being reincarnated...
"That's not what's important! Well, it is important, but anyway, we cleared it, right? Right!?"
Of course, the circumstances of Rage turning into a beautiful elf girl like Seyra are important too, but what's more important is that we cleared the game, however it happened.
'Could it be that the Poison Wyvern we just defeated was the Demon King...? No, that can't be! Anyway, that doesn't matter right now!'
However it happened, the word "clear" coming directly from the Goddess's mouth
Shouldn't that mean that as an otherworld reincarnator, I'm entitled to appropriate rewards?
"A-anyway, we can receive the clear rewards, right?"
Filled with such expectations, I began praying on my knees before the Goddess.
'I want to reset things'
What I want isn't to return to Earth or to rule this world without a Demon King.
I just want to reset this world to how it should have been.
I want to make Rage, the perpetual intermediate adventurer in his forties, into the retired hero Rage.
'And if possible...with me by his side...'
"No, it's completely insufficient. The way you cleared it was utterly terrible to begin with!"
I prayed directly before the Goddess with such expectations, and the response I got was that it was insufficient - which to me meant there was at least some possibility.
"Then what do I need to do! You! You know what I want right now!"
"Eeeek! So noisy! How dare you try to play at pure love now! Here! Look at this! I'll explain quickly after you watch this video!"
The Goddess, who kicked me away as if offended that I who had never prayed in my life was now doing so, took out a beam projector - one of the familiar civilizations from my previous life - and played a video before my eyes.
Beep-
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Thrust!- Smack!- Thrust!- Smack!-
Squishsquishsquish- Smack!- Squelch!- Schlick!-
- "Aahn♡ Haaan♡ Lord♡ Lord's cock♡ It feels so good♡ The best♡ in the world♡"
- "Hm? Is that so? Then how does my cock compare to the hero Rage that you love?"
- "It's so much better♡ Aahn♡ than that pathetic defeated hero Rage's♡ chopstick cock♡ that they can't even be compared♡ I'm coming♡ I'm coming♡ Cum inside me♡ Lord♡ Haaaahn♡"
Smack!- Smack!- Smack!- Smack!-
- "Alright! I'll cum as much as you want! Not as fuel for your mysterious power! But to properly make you bear my child!"
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Beep-
"Ah, sorry. Wrong video. This isn't the one, really sorry"
A video from some timeline that I had at least never experienced - something I would never want, especially at this moment - played right before my eyes and then quickly turned off.
'...'
It was a dizzying mistake that made me wish someone would wake me if this were a dream.