Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Teacher's Starting Line
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Everyone has their own reasons for loving yuri, but for me, it started with the adorable sight of two cute girls flirting sweetly with each other.
It was a pretty flimsy reason, but I didn't think there was anything wrong or weird about me for it.
After all, people enjoy things in all sorts of ways, and their reasons for loving something can vary wildly.
It's not the kind of thing you judge as right or wrong.
Sisterly incestuous yuri? Great.
Thriller yuri about escaping a twisted yandere? Great.
Yuri about boldly pushing forward against prying eyes? Great.
Hell, even just the scent of it is enough. Why do you think there's such a thing as "yuri in absence"?
Of course, there are exceptions among them.
And among those exceptions, men barging into yuri deserves total annihilation—
Anyway.
In that sense, the game I was totally hooked on right now, Frigier Chronicles, was an absolute gem. It was so overlooked—probably because of that somewhat outdated title—but yeah, it was.
And for good reason. How could anyone resist a game with insane freedom where you play as a custom female character frolicking in a garden of yuri?
The background was a bit contrived, and the graphics were... a little rough around the edges, but otherwise, it was perfect.
I could dive right into that garden and savor it myself, watch the interactive characters flirt it up, or even pioneer new relationships.
There were so many blooming connections that I still hadn't sorted them all out. The content was like an endless spring—you could call it inexhaustible.
The suspiciously well-polished combat system raised an eyebrow, but given the setting, I figured it couldn't be helped.
So today, like always, I was cheering on the forbidden love between the princess from a foreign land and her beastkin guard maid.
But man, it wasn't easy. The hurdles felt higher for a master-servant romance than societal judgment.
Plus, to get the ending, you had to pay attention to combat too, which ramped up the difficulty exponentially. Ignore it entirely, and you'd barrel straight into a bad end, so no option to slack off.
But the sweet fruit waiting at the end made it all worthwhile.
After pulling out all the stops to nurture that taboo master-servant love...
"There we go."
I'd unlocked yet another ending.
The scene of those two, having overcome every trial, whispering their love under the sunset—it made my heart race and flutter, even after seeing similar ones a few times.
"Time for the intruder to bow out..."
I quickly exited to the main menu before the credits rolled. Sticking around might've made tears leak out and cause muscle atrophy.
As I leaned back in my chair, basking in the afterglow...
An alert chimed in my headset-covered ear.
It was a first, so I cautiously checked the screen. A message was up.
"Huh?"
First time seeing that message since I started playing.
My mind was just reeling with, "Holy shit, how much more content is this god-tier game gonna cram in?"
I hurriedly hit the new game button.
My vision didn't go novel-white or anything dramatic.
Just like always, I loaded into the character creation screen and pulled up my saved preset.
Silver hair that felt warm to the eye, pupils shifting between gold and light green depending on the angle.
Height was hard to gauge without reference, but the proportions were killer.
And finally, those wide hips and, for her height, generously sized breasts.
...Of course, all that was my imagination filling in the blanks.
The crude graphics had their limits. Hell, isn't it greedy to expect that level of detail on top of what we got?
But it was fine. Why do you think "yuri in absence" exists?
Imagination is the ultimate graphics card.
Anyway.
With the additional mode checkbox checked off in black, I hit start.
At first, nothing seemed different, so I was puzzled.
"Eh, I'll find out soon enough."
The change hit me quick.
"W-What the hell is this?"
I'd gone in lighthearted, planning to trigger an event in the newly unlocked Health Room with my favorite heroine.
But she flinched, then shoved something sprouting from her lower half at my character.
The graphics were too crude to make it out clearly, but the text was sharp as hell, so I wasn't misreading.
"No fucking way—gah!?"
Furious to my core, I was about to quit the game and storm the dev's homepage with a wall of feedback.
Daring to slap a dick onto my yuri as some "additional mode."
But my body wouldn't obey. My vision spun with a ping!, and my flesh hit the floor limp.
Everything blurred.
Breathing hurt.
I blacked out.
Shocked by a dick showing up in my yuri game.
...Yuri isn't embarrassing.
But this? A little.
"Eek!?"
I woke up slumped over a desk, where I'd apparently passed out.
A totally unfamiliar ceiling stared back.
I frantically scanned around, but something felt off.
For starters, my viewpoint was way lower.
My height, which had been average-ish, seemed at least 20cm shorter.
"What the... why is it...?"
In my panic, I spotted a slender white wrist.
Gone was the sturdy one toned from workouts.
This wasn't muscle atrophy—this was muscle straight-up vanished.
Had I been out so long everything atrophied?
Yet moving felt surprisingly free.
Like this body was always mine.
Then my last memory hit, and with a paling face, I bolted to the mirror I'd glimpsed earlier.
"This is insane."
Even my voice was different.
The mirror showed a familiar-looking girl staring back in horror.
Touching the cool surface confirmed it.
...I'd become my custom character.
"I've gone inside the game?"
Comparing my appearance to that final memory, no other explanation fit. How else do you account for my body changing like this?
"No, wait... uh... ah... um..."
It was utter chaos.
Amid it, my pretty voice felt weirdly nice.
I bit my lip out of habit and jolted at the soft texture.
Sniffing, a sweet scent hit me... with a spicy edge.
What was that smell?
A strange aroma mixed in.
Snapping to, I finally took in the room properly.
A spacious area lined with pristine white beds, each screened off. Shelves of what looked like medicines too.
No need to ask—I knew where I was.
'...Health Room?'
Realizing it dredged up the sensations from before I passed out, churning my brain again.
Luckily, no blackout this time.
This body didn't seem healthier than my old one, so maybe foul play caused my blackout.
'What the hell happened?'
In the haze, a book on the desk caught my eye.
Some pull drew me over blankly.
An antique cover. No title, but a blank spot like it was begging for a name. A stray pen nearby.
I started to scribble mine instinctively, then froze.
Felt like whatever this was, it'd be irreversible.
After a beat, I recalled the name I always gave my Frigier Chronicles character.
The one I stuck on this girl every time.
'...Iris.'
It fit my playstyle perfectly—preferring to connect them from the sidelines over direct bonds.
As I thought it, my hand moved on its own, scrawling the name.
Then a beautiful mechanical voice chimed in my ear.
That instant.
The door swung open with a lively voice.
"What're you waiting for? Ceremony's about to start."
"Y-Yes?"
"You didn't forget, did you? C'mon. First-years and teachers alike—being late on day one would suck."
A vaguely familiar woman grabbed my hand and pulled me up.
The ear-voice went silent as she entered.
'Synchronization what?'
Clasped in her warm hand, I walked the hall, eyeing her.
Something'd bugged me—a tail swishing from her hips.
Tall, sturdy build.
Perky ears atop her head screaming not human.
Should be a stranger, yet déjà vu hit hard.
Like I'd seen her before.
A name slipped out unbidden.
"Michelle...?"
"Hm? What's up? Something wrong?"
"...Nothing."
"Boring. Almost there."
Hearing her name sealed it. I'd entered the game.
She was one of Frigier Chronicles' characters.
Michelle.
One of the romanceable staff.
Meeting a character from my favorite game brought more daze than joy.
Above all else.
"—We will now commence the entrance ceremony."
Text-only lines rang in my ears as voice.
Unseen sights unfolded before me.
Forgetting my plight, something swelled inside.
It was a game I loved, after all.
Seemed a natural reaction.