Tutorial Conquest: Incubus Awakening and the Shrine Maiden

As I savored the brief sensation of weightlessness from the tutorial of this adult game, I opened my eyes to find myself in a modest residential room. The wallpaper and furnishings looked awfully familiar. My heart pounded at the sight of the initial game background I'd only ever seen on my computer monitor.

The starting point and layout seem a bit different...

I slowly scanned the room, and my reflection appeared in the mirror straight ahead.

A nickname, huh? It glowed and floated above my head, following me around like a loyal pup—kinda cute, actually.

First things first, gather intel... I tamped down my excitement, pocketed the keys and wallet on the desk. It was my room, so they had to be mine. There was a card too—time to swipe it everywhere. This was pure, consequence-free pleasure, right? Steeling myself, I opened the door and stepped out into the living room of a roughly 1,000-square-foot Japanese apartment.

The layout confirmed it: I was really in the game ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠world. As I poked around the furniture, a door in the corner of the living room creaked open, and a man emerged.

"Oh, shit, this isn't just VR—feels totally real."

Who the fuck is this guy? I eyed him warily as he muttered to himself.

His looks and the icon hovering over his head clicked it into place. No wonder he looked familiar—he was the playable protagonist character. Thanks to my similar customization settings, I'd been registered as family to the protagonist. As I pieced it together, he glanced around and sidled up to me.

"A family NPC set by the player...? Gack...! Grk?!"

The moment he entered my range, I shot my hand out like lightning, clamped his nape, and drove a fist into his solar plexus. My knuckles sank deep into his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gut. Hey, I'm an Awakener—even if it doesn't look like it. My body was several times stronger than a normal adult male's. But just in case... I yanked my fist back and slammed my elbow into his jaw. His neck vertebrae snapped with a crack!

Woodduk! I stood over the convulsing corpse, eyes rolled back, and watched. His nickname gradually faded.

Since I'm the Game Master... even players count as something? It said NPC, so he wasn't human anyway. Whatever—family roleplay with that prick? Not a fucking chance. Filthy NPC scum. Who the hell shares a table with an NPC? As I scanned for any issues, the living room clock ticked away indifferently.

"NPC confirmed—no fallout."

Natural Japanese spilled from my mouth. Mildly surprised, I ignored it and rummaged through the sprawled corpse. Language patches? Just roll with it. Nitpick everything, and I'm the only loser. I pulled out a smartphone, cash, and stuffed the body into my Inventory. The iconized corpse was almost adorable—like a blocky character...

With things sorted, the world's storyline flooded back.

Story-wise, apocalypse hits in three days. Priority: snag the adult game power first.

Why else dive in headfirst? Right before doom, the playable character gains lewd abilities. No clue how they'll work in this real-turned-game world, but no reason they wouldn't follow canon.

Protagonist's dead. I'll be the protagonist now.

I grabbed the apartment keys from the living room and headed to the early tutorial area.

Tokyo in Apocalypse is a story where players survive the apocalypse by day and unlock service scenes with heroines via sex at night. Ruin strips clothes skimpy, sex doubles as currency... Publisher knew what they were doing.

But as reality, systemic exploits are probably nerfed. In-game, save at a safehouse midnight for moans and screams—no issue. Here? Totally different.

Adapt to reality patches and move.

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I arrived at the neighborhood Shrine. Carefully lifting a nearby dead cat, I ascended. The squishy feel under my fingers raised goosebumps. Cute corpses still creeped me out. Entering the shrine, I spotted a woman in miko garb cleaning—classic hime cut, delicate features, flowing hips from her waist. I swallowed hard and approached.

"Excuse me. Found this near the shrine—mind if I bury it out back?"

"Eh? Y-Yes!"

She startled at my voice, nodding hastily. Her hair swayed temptingly. But business first. Ignoring her, I headed behind the shrine. Brushing off her lingering gaze, I reached ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the corner and spotted the small blue stele from the tutorial.

I glanced around, dug carefully, and unearthed a gem pulsing eerie energy.

Jackpot.

As I confirmed the game-like alert and stood, my eyes widened.

I trembled at the blinking message window. Back in reality, time for couch deep-clean and deodorizer. Points for stats and skills? Score.

Can't pass this up! Adult game power—man's dream. I accepted the link, and sure enough, my character window listed the game ability boldly.

A flood of positions and sexual knowledge surged into my mind. My fingers twitched lewdly on instinct. Wanted to test more, but this was a shrine. No point risking indecency charges. I exhaled, calming down.

Body feels mostly the same. Stopping my hands, I flexed my limbs—no obvious changes. Awakener physique was already superior, so the boost felt minor. Normal players powered up here to smash zombies easier; I got less physical gain.

There's levels too. I'll get stronger.

Savoring my new skill, I returned to the Miko.

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"Miko, any place to wash my hands?"

"Y-Yes! This way!"

Her flushed face and wiggling ass led the way.

Dog bitch—tutorial NPC through and through. First skill demo is on her. Shrine visit? Gotta worship pussy. She's programmed to seduce decent guys anyway. In canon, protagonist rapes her post-awakening, self-control shot. She contemplates suicide till zombies hit. But protagonist's my inventory mascot now. Gave power, made mascot—true lead material.

En route inside, her gait was off—hips swaying blatantly. Hakama or not, that motion was belly-dance level. Customization glow-up had her tempting me hard.

Is this hot guy's life? I'm a real man—no kicking away a free feast. My pants-caged cock roared. I stuck close behind her.

Protagonist raped her; Game Master skipping? Nah.

We reached the spacious shrine bathroom—perfect for the deed. As she entered, I clamped her mouth and shut the door.

Click!

"Mmph! Mmmph! Mmph!"

She thrashed at my assault. Pressing my rock-hard cock against her plump ass, she quivered.

"Slut, how many dicks has that lewd ass milked?"

Gripping and kneading her cheek, I stripped her red hakama in seconds. Mood set—now speed. Ignoring the fallen fabric, my hand slid to her crotch. Her pussy oozed humid heat. Panties soaked. I was the aggressor, but her textbook reaction curled my lips.

"Hnn... Hah... Nngh."

"Shut up and take it like a dog, got it?"

Whispering roughly in her ear, she nodded meekly. I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stripped her remaining underwear, then slowly dropped my pants and boxers.