The Second Rule Broken

There are two rules every erotic game must obey.

The first: there must be a recollection room where you can revisit every service scene. The second: if the protagonist is female, a pure virgin playthrough must always be possible.

And right now—

Bang—

One erotic game had just broken the second rule, the one that mattered most to a vicious unicorn like me.

"You said virgin play was possible, you insane developer!"

Selena, the heroine I had raised with such painstaking care, had just lost her virginity.

It had been a worldline where I had overcome every dirty trick the game threw at me and protected her purity to the end—only for a forced event with the Demon King to strip it away in the final stretch.

I had thrashed through save after load, desperate to dodge the forced event, but all that came back was a crushing helplessness: fate could not be changed.

Honestly, I had been uneasy ever since every single one of the heroine's companions had been forced to lose their virginity without exception. I had forced myself to keep playing, consoling myself that they were only supporting characters…

And this was where it had led.

I couldn't believe it. Above all else, I couldn't accept that her body—which ought to have been the purest, cleanest thing in the world—had been defiled.

"Fuck…"

Virgin play being possible had been clearly stated.

I couldn't even hide behind the excuse that I was inventing some bizarre personal rule and forcing it on everyone else.

In novel terms, it was the same filthy trick as slapping a pure-love tag on a story and then delivering an NTR ending.

This was a challenge aimed straight at me—and a desecration of every virgin-lover on the planet.

After dozens of repeated playthroughs, having reached the absolute conclusion that virgin play was impossible, I wrote a long review.

I had posted it hoping no one else would become a victim of the developer's dirty antics the way I had.

But not even a second after the review went up, a comment notification chimed.

"What…?"

A uneasy feeling prickled at me. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I carefully opened the comment section—and sure enough, there it was: a reply from the game's developer.

…No way. That?

I hurriedly looked around, but nothing happened.

No suddenly glowing monitor. No fading consciousness. Not a single tired cliché in sight.

"……."

I decided the developer had simply pulled another nasty prank, and stood up from my chair.

Come to think of it, my head was starting to hurt.

I had been glued to the computer all night hunting for a virgin play route; a headache hit me hard, and exhaustion crashed over me in a wave.

"Haa…"

Why the hell did I even play this game…

I headed for the bed to close my eyes for a while, but—

Thud—

"Guh…!"

A violent pain tore through my chest, and my vision began to blur.

Strength left my legs. I collapsed onto the cold floor, gasping for air.

The pain swelled like needles driving deeper and deeper, and I knew, with sudden clarity, that I was dying.

"Hhk…!"

What the hell. Am I actually dying?

Staying up all night on an erotic game and dying of overwork?

Fuck.

Is this that bastard's fault?

But before I could confirm the truth—

In a tiny one-room apartment, the twenty-six-year-old unemployed young man Seong Ji-hun, who had been obsessively playing an erotic game, died a lonely, solitary death.

"Kehek! Kek!?"

The pain still branded into my mind, I pushed my upper body up from a cold, damp floor.

Fortunately, the seizure-like trembling in my body had settled, and the pain in my chest was gone.

Am I really alive?

To check again, I inflated my lungs and drew in a lungful of musty, foul air.

"Ugh…. The smell."

Alive, apparently…

But where is this? And what is that stench?

I came to in an unfamiliar alley where no sunlight reached, and looked around.

I had definitely collapsed at home. Why was I waking up somewhere like this?

And that voice just now…

"Ah, ah."

Huh?

My voice had never been particularly deep, but the thin, delicate sound slipping out of my throat now was far too light and pretty to belong to a man.

No matter how I listened, it was a woman's resonance—and a rather young, cute one at that.

I dropped my gaze at once.

"Wh-what?"

What entered my field of view were two hands far too small to be mine, and legs so thin they looked ready to snap.

And beige hair with a faint pink sheen that fell all the way to my waist—and, nestled shyly among it, something announcing its own existence with quiet insistence.

In every respect, the appearance of a young girl.

"……."

What on earth had happened.

…No way?

I stood up and murmured it in a small voice.

"S-Status window!"

And something truly appeared before my eyes.

A status window.

The thing I had only ever heard about had actually appeared.

Whether this was possession or reincarnation, one thing was certain: this was not the ordinary world I had lived in.

Which meant this place was, with high probability, the world inside Purity Virgin—the game I had been playing right up until I collapsed, the one I had left that long review for.

In other words, I had entered an erotic game.

"Insane…"

There was no time to panic.

This wasn't just any isekai—it was an erotic game. I had to grasp my situation as fast as possible and secure my safety.

First, I quickly read through the status window.

Tia?

If this was the world of Purity Virgin, I had naturally expected to become the protagonist, Selena—but the name written on the status window was one I had never seen in dozens of playthroughs.

Selena was not a little girl like this.

She had been a tall, well-endowed, attractive character with real presence…

An extra, then?

The class "Mascot" was unfamiliar too.

Purity Virgin assigned classes at random, and there were rare special classes that appeared at low rates—but even after grinding playthroughs and combing the community, I had never once seen a class called Mascot.

Some kind of hidden character?

I set the questions aside for the moment and kept reading.

What caught my eye next were my abysmal stats.

Stamina at F? And Strength at FF?

Considering the average starting stats when you first began the game were around D, these numbers were pathetic.

Magic Power and Mana weren't terrible, but even those only barely scraped the average.

Don't people who get isekai'd into places like this usually get some broken skill or ability?

Trash stats. No skills.

Is this because I trashed them in a review?

"……."

I should have written at least a few nice things.

Regretting it now changed nothing.

"Haa…"

And lastly…

Switch? What's that again.

Without thinking, I pressed the button that had caught my eye.

And then—

"Wh-what is this."

Child/adolescent? Inappropriate entries?

Most of it was censored and invisible, but the familiar scraps of information scattered here and there confirmed that this really was the world inside Purity Virgin.

And buried in there was one piece of information that hit like a truck.

Eleven years old?

I had become an eleven-year-old little girl.

Is this actually okay…?

This wasn't just anywhere—it was an erotic game.

A world where those kinds of things happened as a matter of course.

Even if the core of me was a twenty-six-year-old man, I was a minor now?

Monsters weren't going to go easy on me because I was a kid, and holing up in a city or village was no guarantee of safety either.

Even a brat with zero sexual appeal—the world was full of lunatics.

In the original story, human trafficking of children came up often enough that caution was non-negotiable.

Once that sank in, the deserted alley I was standing in suddenly felt a lot more sinister.

F-first, get somewhere with people.

I pumped my short legs hard and started pushing out of the alley.

Rough-looking men and prostitutes' stares followed me; I even felt a presence as if someone were tailing me.

Terrified, I ran toward the light—and burst out into a plaza thronging with people.

"Hah…! Hah…!"

The relief of escaping danger lasted only a moment.

The sight that unfolded before my eyes hit me with an even greater shock.

"Selena…?"

Selena, the protagonist of the original.

In the proper timeline she should have been hard at work on her adventure, standing against the Demon King who threatened the world.

But now she was bound in the middle of the plaza, wearing nothing but a scrap of ragged cloth, drool running from her mouth.

"……."

I knew this scene.

One of the countless game-over routes.

Selena comes to the city to become an adventurer, picks up a grudge over some petty argument, gets framed, gets captured, gets tied up in the plaza, and then…

"Ah…"

A sigh escaped on its own.

Even here, my Selena had failed to keep her purity.

No—that thing was no longer ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Selena.

She had become just another empty-eyed whore who would drift through the brothels from now on, one of the countless filthy prostitutes who had once had dreams.

You insane developer.

I had thought I might at least stand beside her and offer help with the knowledge I had—but if she was already game over, what the hell was I supposed to do?

…Wait. Game over?

Then what about the Demon King?

In the original, if the protagonist game-overs or too much in-story time passes, humanity is destroyed by the Demon King.

And not simply by people dying—by a far more vicious method.

Humans whose lust has exploded stop all productive activity and devote themselves solely to satisfying their desires.

In the end every last person's purity is defiled, humanity declines, and the world meets its end.

A world where purity can no longer be found—how utterly horrific.

There was still plenty of time left, of course, but…

Wait…

With her reduced to that, I couldn't count on anyone else to defeat the Demon King.

No matter how much time passed from here, no hero who could slay the Demon King was going to appear.

Which meant…

I have to do it? In this body?

To protect the world, I would have to move myself.

But there were problems.

I was an eleven-year-old kid with garbage stats and no special abilities to speak of yet.

I still didn't even know what the Mascot class actually did.

And even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠if I somehow got strong enough to face the Demon King, the forced event would still strip away my virginity in the end.

Not only had I become a woman—I would become a non-virgin.

"Ugh…"

But sitting still wouldn't change the future. People would go into heat because of the Demon King, and I would be no exception.

Even if I hid away somewhere, living in a world without virgins would be just as pointless.

I could never accept that.

I would rather bite my tongue and die than watch a world like that.

Maybe my class had some broken ability. Maybe there was an incredible skill still waiting to be revealed.

I had all that experience playing the original, too…

Fine. Let's give it a shot.

To stop this place from becoming a world without the beautiful pure love of virgins—sacrificing this one body of mine was nothing at all.

And who knows? Maybe there was a way to dodge the Demon King's forced event too.