I Became the Golden Sun
If I ever gained the power to turn back time, I would return to last night without a moment's hesitation.
No matter how long it had been since a no-mark opportunity came along, no matter how much the art style had caught my eye, I should have approached it with the utmost caution.
The world is always overflowing with malice, and filthy perverts with twisted desires will always stretch their hands toward the pure.
That was the title of the game I played last night.
These days there are all sorts of heinous wordplays that twist "pure love" into something like "just quietly go make babies," but I never imagined I would actually get baited by one of them.
I started the game without a shred of suspicion. The suspiciously high-quality art style gave me a twinge of unease, yet the excellent gameplay and charming characters pulled me in so completely that I erased every doubt.
There was a Golden Sun among the party members, but he kept dropping funny lines and staging comic scenes, so I figured he was just the gag character.
Then, at some point, the atmosphere turned unsettling. After a certain event, the game started leaning into that mood without any pretense.
There's no way. It can't be that kind of game, I kept telling myself—until I ran face-first into the scene in question.
The heroine's words to the protagonist after he walked in on her and the Golden Sun in the middle of the act:
The moment I saw it, I blacked out on the spot.
That is the full story of how I ended up here. And this situation is divine punishment for my carelessness.
"Ahhhh!"
The instant I looked in the mirror, I burst into tears.
The face I never wanted to see even in a nightmare was staring back at me.
Blonde hair, darkly tanned skin, a muscular build. The face looked like the living embodiment of the word "sleazy," and the dick was huge.
Yes.
I was the Golden Sun.
I had become the Golden Sun who stole the heroine from the protagonist.
Getting possessed into a game, or blacking out with an adult game still running—none of that shocked me half as much as the fact that I had become the Golden Sun.
"This can't be happening!"
How could a trial like this fall upon a fervent devotee of pure love like me?!
How could I possibly become this disgusting beast that tramples pure love underfoot?!
Tears of grief still streaming down my face, I suddenly lifted my head.
Wait… is this really something to cry over?
No. This was actually something to be grateful for.
Hadn't I just eliminated one of the elements that would have ruined pure love?
If offering up this body could serve pure love, I ought to be proud of it.
The moment I thought that, my mood improved as if by magic. I still hated looking in the mirror, but at least I no longer felt like ending my own life.
That let me move on to the next step.
Why did I come to this world?
Why had I, while playing the game, become one of its characters?
The answer came surprisingly easily.
It was to change the fate of this world.
The God of Pure Love had sent me here to rewrite the destiny of this cursed realm.
Yes. This was a mission.
To erase the countless NTR elements and protect the small, precious pure love that remained.
That was why I had been brought to this world.
I dropped to my knees and began to pray to the God of Pure Love.
O God of Pure Love, here stands Your servant. Through me, let Your will be done!
Knock knock.
"Hex, are you up?"
A knock at the door, followed by a lovely woman's voice.
I was about to wonder what bitch dared interrupt this sacred moment when I realized the voice was strangely familiar.
Overwhelmed with emotion, I cleared my locked throat with a cough and answered.
"Yeah, Emily. I'm up."
Her name was Emily.
The protagonist Kyle's childhood friend, and the heroine who would become his lover in this game.
In other words, the tragic woman destined to be NTR'd by this body.
No—now that I occupied this body, at least that fate had already been rewritten.
You poor thing. I will protect your pure love.
While I was thinking that, Emily's voice came again.
"Okay. Can I come in, then?"
"No!"
You idiot!
What woman who already holds affection for someone else just waltzes into another man's room like that?!
Do you have any idea what kind of tragedy that careless mindset invites, you ignorant girl?!
When I shouted, Emily answered in a flustered voice.
"Huh? But Hex, you told me to come to your room…"
"Damn it! What kind of moron actually shows up just because someone says so?!"
"…Hiiing."
Emily's voice trembled on the edge of tears.
Simple and tender-hearted, Emily was the kind of girl who trusted others too easily and got hurt just as easily.
And the original owner of this body, Hex, had used that very nature to slowly corrupt her.
I ground my teeth and spoke.
"Go back to your room right now. Never go into another man's room in the middle of the night again."
"O-okay. I understand."
"Ah—Kyle's room is fine."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because Kyle can be trusted."
I added that so she wouldn't take my words too literally and create problems later when she and Kyle started dating.
Emily, of course, had no idea of the real reason and just giggled.
"I think I can trust you too, Hex."
"Quit the nonsense and go to sleep!"
After sending Emily away, I opened the window.
A bright yellow moon lit the night sky.
Feeling the cool breeze, I sank into thought.
Hex isn't the only NTR element.
While playing Pure Love Hero I had faced any number of choices, and more than a few of them had felt off.
Things like leaving Emily out when picking dungeon party members in a certain village, or sending her alone to investigate a cathedral in a big city where a demon was hiding.
Back then nothing bad happened, but looking back now, every one of those moments might have been a branching point.
Just thinking about it made my skin crawl.
How thoroughly malicious is this world?!
The God of Pure Love really must have sent me here.
I had blacked out at the NTR scene, but there might still be NTR branch points all the way until we defeat the Demon King at his castle—or even after.
No, there definitely would be.
Unforgivable.
I was still swallowing my rage when it happened.
Knock knock.
"Hex. You awake?"
The exact same situation as before.
Only this time the voice was a man's.
I recognized who it was and asked, puzzled.
"Kyle? What's up?"
"What do you mean, what's up? You called me."
A strange sense of déjà vu hit me, and I fell silent for a moment.
Then my face went pale.
Don't tell me—back then?!
While I was playing, an event had triggered when Kyle and Hex's affinity level rose.
In that scene Hex and Kyle talked through the closed door.
It had been a little hard to follow, but the warm atmosphere of manly friendship made me skip past it without thinking twice.
After what just happened with Emily, though, one possibility forced itself into my mind.
My hands and feet began to tremble.
What if…
What if Emily had already been inside the room, and Kyle was standing outside?
Hex would have used that to lay his filthy hands on her.
While toying with Emily as she desperately tried not to make a sound, Hex would have brazenly carried on a conversation with Kyle.
And Kyle, never dreaming of the truth, would have kept thinking of Hex as a good friend.
"Ugh!"
Nausea rose on its own.
And I was furious at myself for never noticing any of it.
"Hex? Something wrong?"
"No. It's nothing."
I steadied my breathing and opened the door.
Kyle stood there.
Unlike the shadowed game CG, he was a rather handsome, warm-looking guy.
Except his dick was a little small.
No—honestly, it was really small.
Poor bastard.
"Hex."
"Yeah?"
I tensed, wondering if my thoughts had shown on my face, but Kyle just smiled softly.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"Truth is, at first I didn't really trust you."
It was the affinity event script.
"When a street fighter from the underworld asked to join the party, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel any resistance."
"That so."
I vaguely remembered Hex saying something halfway decent here, but I couldn't recall the exact line.
Something like "I didn't trust a country bumpkin like you calling yourself a hero either," maybe?
How was I supposed to say something that embarrassing with a straight face?
Even though I kept answering in short, noncommittal grunts, Kyle steadily continued with what he needed to say.
"So now I'm grateful you came along on this adventure with us."
"Tch. Embarrassing crap."
"Haha! Is that so?"
That was when it happened.
Ding.
Affinity Level with Kyle has increased.
2 LV → 3 LV
Guardian
I stared at the system messages in a daze.
This was a thing?
Back then it had definitely been a Rescue skill.
Rescue
Hex takes one other ally and withdraws from combat.
It had been a skill for extracting a nearly incapacitated comrade from battle.
Now, instead, I had obtained a skill that let me throw my own body in the way to protect an ally.
Could the change have come from my different mindset?
If so, that was nothing but good news.
It confirmed that I could influence this system.
Watching the corner of my mouth lift, Kyle beamed.
"Looking forward to working with you from here on!"
"Yeah. Leave it to me."
I grinned and clasped his hand firmly in return.
The next day.
Before we left the inn, I was lost in thought.
The setting was that the Demon King had come from another world.
In other words, if we defeated him and reached the dimensional gate, there was a chance I could return to my original world.
That meant I had no choice but to aim for the Demon King's defeat.
And this game had a fast route and a slow route.
The fast route meant seeing only the essential events and heading straight for the ending. The slow route meant experiencing every single event.
That was where the dilemma began.
I want to go home.
It wasn't anything else—I had blacked out with an adult game still running, and the thought of my family coming home and finding me like that was terrifying.
How humiliating would it be to pass out mid-game and never wake up?
But the people right in front of me worried me more.
"You packed everything?"
"Yeah!"
Just look at them.
Look at the way they gaze at each other with eyes dripping honey.
Look at how they blush just from their fingertips brushing.
This is love.
This is pure love.
And this world is crawling with bastards who want to ruin that pure love.
I made up my mind.
Defeating the Demon King was only a secondary goal.
As far as my power reached, I would protect those two's love.
I would eliminate every single element that could stand in the way of their love.
Watching them, I smiled contentedly.
"Heh. I'll make sure you two get all lovey-dovey."
Ab.so.lute. Pure. Love.