Chapter 1
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: From the Prologue...?
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From the prologue...?
"I don't have time to explain, so unfortunately, it looks like I'll have to... r-rape you. I'm sorry in advance. Please try to understand."
The protagonist of this ero-game laid out that utter bullshit—apologizing for the rape and asking for understanding—with such damn politeness.
The problem was that he said it while looking right at me.
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If you wake up one day to the unfamiliar ceiling of a medieval European-style inn room, and the bedsheets feel all wrong...
That means you've been dropped into another world.
It was a line straight out of some novel, but damn if it wasn't the truth.
Before I even had a chance to take in these awkward surroundings, the moment I realized I'd been isekai'd, the first thing out of my mouth wasn't a curse—it was a single word.
"Status window."
Confirming whether a status window existed was important, sure, but in a situation like this, nothing could give me precise info about my unknown self quite like it.
Honestly, at this point, nothing else mattered except what the status window showed.
Why am I lying in a bed?
"Because I've been transported to another world."
Why is my hair so annoyingly long, and why is my voice so thin?
"Because I've become a female game character."
How do I know it's a game world, not a book?
"A light flashed all 'shwooo' while I was gaming—obviously, it's a game possession."
And why do these tits feel so damn heavy?
"Because the last game I was playing was an ero-game."
No need to agonize over it; they were all pointless questions anyway.
Luckily, a translucent blue window popped up before my eyes, listing out some key details.
"Kiriche Arshine...?"
I muttered in this unfamiliar voice, grabbing the heavy lump of flesh at my chest.
Were my hands too small, or were these tits too big? Either way, they wouldn't fit in my grasp.
Squish, squish.
The feel of them was insane.
More important than this lewd fondling was the fact that, in this game, there was no 'Kiriche Arshine' among the capture targets.
Even sifting through the well-organized h-scene memories in my head, no such character came up.
To begin with, if there'd been a platinum blonde bombshell like this, I'd have targeted her first.
'A hidden route, maybe?'
If so, that was a problem.
No merit to knowing the original story at all.
I needed those original memories to dodge the purity-endangering hellish choices at every story branch and escape the ero-game protagonist's demonic clutches.
'...What do I do?'
Right as I was pondering...
Bang.
The door to this tiny inn room flew open in a rush, and someone barged in.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Sharp features with black hair and red eyes, tall stature, and a sturdy build visible even under loose casual clothes.
This guy screamed ero-protagonist face.
"Konakan Dickwood..."
The protagonist of this ero-game.
How the hell does a person's surname translate to 'dickwood'...? The name oozes sleaziness.
He panted for breath, his eyes quickly scanning above my head.
"Good, found you..."
He muttered something ominous I couldn't parse.
Then he strode toward me.
"I don't have time to explain, so unfortunately, it looks like I'll have to... r-rape you. I'm sorry in advance. Please try to understand."
He spouted that polite nonsense from earlier.
"Um, sorry, but why are you suddenly—"
I tried to talk my way out like a civilized person, flicking my tongue for a peaceful resolution.
"I'm sorry...!"
"Whoa?!"
What came back was the charge of an excited beast.
"Let go! Let me go, I said!"
"Just a sec, really just a moment!"
"A moment or an hour, getting fucked is the same either way—would you wait if you were me, you crazy bastard?!"
I was forcibly pinned to the bed, my arms seized. I thrashed to escape from under him, but it was futile.
The strength gap was too wide.
He bit his lip once, then grabbed the pants meant for sleepwear and yanked them down.
"Stop it, you fuck!!"
But since I kept struggling, stripping me wasn't easy.
"Please, just stay still!"
Riiip.
He savagely tore the pants apart.
Looking up at him from the bed, him panting while clutching the shredded pant leg...
"...Fuck."
The horrifying reality hit me: the moment I'd become a woman, I was about to get fucked.