Chapter 6
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Got My Hair Grabbed by the Main Heroine
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“Konakan. Tell me. Why the hell are you rolling around in bed with some random bitch?”
Rebecca Prurin.
True to her status as the main heroine of an erotic game, she was stunningly beautiful.
Deep, lustrous emerald eyes that could steal your breath away at first sight, paired with pink wavy hair—the very epitome of lewdness, enough to warrant its own proper noun like "ping-chang."
And on top of that, a midline so massive you couldn't tell if it was breasts or watermelons, hips flared out perfectly for a good grip like she'd already given birth, and below them, long, toned, elastic thighs and legs that stretched on healthily.
Superior in top, mid, and bottom.
A heroine who dominated every line, the epitome of perfection.
If only a perfect heroine like this were on my side.
“So, who's this bitch? How long have you two been screwing around?”
No matter how I looked at it, she saw me as a rival.
I sat up in bed, trying to resolve things calmly through talk.
“Th-there seems to be some misunderstanding here. Our relationship isn't what you're thinking...”
“Wipe the cum from between your legs first before you talk.”
“Oh, it's still there...”
“It's in your nose too.”
“Oh, you're right. Thanks.”
“Even the towel on the floor has cum on it... Looks like you two had a real messy time, huh?”
I'm screwed.
Caught red-handed, no words left.
I glanced subtly at Konakan, lowering my voice.
“What do we do?”
“I don't have any brilliant ideas either...”
“Let's probe her intentions first?”
“Sounds good.”
After finishing our quick strategy huddle, I looked back at Rebecca.
“What are you two scheming now?!”
This girl charged straight at me and grabbed my hair!
“Ow! Hey, let go! Let go! My hair's gonna rip out!”
“That's the point!”
“Ow, it really hurts! Let's talk this out!”
“Talk? If you were in my shoes, seeing hot cum still dripping fresh from some slut you just fucked with your boyfriend—could you stay calm and talk? I'm holding back from ripping you apart, you whore!!”
Listen to this girl's vocabulary. Pretty literary, huh?
And the seamless shift from polite to rude speech was as smooth as flowing water.
But this needed addressing.
“Hey, calling me a whore is unfair!”
“What's unfair about it, you filthy slut!”
“Because strictly speaking, I've only had sex with Konakan!”
Not to mention, I didn't even seduce him first—he was the one who one-sidedly took me!
Sex with just one guy, and getting called a whore and slut? Too unfair!
...That's what I wanted to argue, but.
“Both of you, stop it! Rebecca! Calm down already!”
Konakan finally jumped in to stop our catfight, flustered and unsure.
But now the fire turned on him.
WHAM!
“You taking this slut's side right in front of me? Are you insane?”
I don't know why slapping his cheek made a "WHAM," but it hit hard enough to make Konakan stagger.
“Ow, shit, I think my nose is bleeding...”
“Let me see... Whoa, it really is.”
“Could you hand me that towel on the floor?”
“You used it to wipe cum. That okay?”
“Just need something to hold it.”
“It smells fishy.”
“It's fine.”
Rebecca growled as she saw me handing a towel to Konakan, who was bleeding from his slapped cheek.
“Hey! Who the hell are you to take care of my boyfriend?!”
“You slapped him and made him bleed. Figured you'd give the medicine after the poison.”
“You done talking? Can't read the room?”
One snappy comeback, and Rebecca flipped out again.
If I were a guy, I'd twist her clit instead of her nipple. Sucks I can't use the "fight less, fuck more" tactic since I'm not into girls.
“Calm down, Rebecca. I'll explain everything.”
Konakan raised both hands, trying to soothe her.
But I caught his eyes flicking to the top of her abundant pink hair.
‘He's trying to escape this crisis through tags.’
So he'd signal me somehow. I needed to stay alert to his every move.
Rebecca glared at Konakan with resentful emerald eyes, huffing.
“Go on, explain. Tell me the story behind why you had to spray your seed into some random girl's womb.”
“Rebecca, I'm really sorry. I didn't want this either.”
“Doesn't look like you didn't want it—the scene's way too messy for that.”
It wasn't that messy. Just twice, and if anything, we kept it tidy to the bed.
...But pointing that out would just get my hair yanked again, so I shut up and watched silently.
That girl had a strong grip—prime fap material. Fitting for an erotic game main heroine.
But the main heroine of an erotic game wasn't just strong-gripped.
“Looks like I need to lay down the law.”
“Wh-what law?”
Rebecca gave Konakan a ominous look as he gulped nervously.
Then she glanced at me slyly.
“Gonna grab you so hard, you forget all about other girls' crotches.”
And right in front of him, she dropped to her knees and started pulling down his pants!
Konakan and I jumped in shock, both trying to stop her.
“Rebecca! Wh-what the hell are you doing?!”
“St-stostostostop!!”
Due to the Purity Contract, if he came in any other woman besides me, he'd die!
My shout to save him must've looked like a scream, because Rebecca smirked foxily, pressed her body against his thigh, and slowly unbuttoned her shirt one by one.
“What? Didn't expect me to go this far?”
Of course not. No normal person would give a "victory paizuri fellatio tour" right in front of the other woman. (Calling myself the homewrecker sucks, but still.)
She might think about it... but pulling it off? How do you describe that audacity?
I knew from her pink hair she was no ordinary slut. Who's the real whore here?
“What are you doing, Rebecca? Please stop!!”
Konakan yelled, shoving her away as she nearly bared her ample breasts and started stroking his dick over his pants.
Then he let out a soft sigh and glanced at me subtly.
Now. The silent signal.
Konakan had a plan!
I met his eyes and gave a tiny nod.
He fixed his gaze on me, opened his red eyes determinedly, and said.
“It's because you keep ‘obsessing’ over me that I feel suffocated and do this!!”
I caught on immediately from his emphasis on ‘obsession.’
Rebecca Prurin.
Her core, inseparable primary tag was ‘Obsession.’
Starting a catfight upon finding her love rival belly-to-belly with him.
Trying to prove whose he was.
All stemmed from her primary tag.
“If you keep trying to tie me down, I'll keep meeting other women to escape you.”
“You're crazy? You think I'll just sit back?”
“What'll you do if I don't?!”
Funny thing, but in erotic games, it's impossible for the protagonist to stick to one girl. Branch points per heroine mean you'd feel some duty in those routes, but.
My unforeseen appearance—not in the original game—and Konakan going off-script due to possession made routes meaningless.
So really, her calling him "boyfriend" might be her one-sided claim...
“If I can't have you, no one can.”
“I'll cut that dick off.”
Whoa, she's a real psycho.
Rebecca summoned a sickle menacingly, gripping it—no empty threat. The razor-sharp blade screamed instant #GenderSwap (physical) on contact.
Regret, corruption, obsession—this terrifying. Fun to watch for the thrill, but living it? No human should endure. Only wish for #GenderSwap masochists who get caught cheating and sickle-snipped.
Anyway, priority: protect his dick. No creative ideas from the trembling meat-on-the-block, so brainstorming was on me.
And my long mental cooldown paid off here.
I finally devised a counter.
“Konakan! Manipulate her tags like I say!”
“Wh-what?”
Her inseparable tag: ‘Obsession.’
Right now manifesting as ‘revenge.’
Tweak that a bit.
Shift the ‘Obsession’ to another form.
Cruel to her, but no choice.
“Add tag #Netorare.”
“Block tag #Yandere.”
The protagonist's dick in an erotic game is more precious than any tag.