I Became a Rubber Man
I became a rubber man. “What the hell? Is this game developer an idiot? Ha!”
Staring at the monitor where the second son of House Brioche, Eros, was dying horribly with a hole punched through his stomach, I let out a loud, dumbfounded laugh.
The game playing on my screen was a fantasy title that had recently gained massive popularity. It was a pioneer in the “romance fantasy world but actually an adult game” genre. An adult game whose every ending inevitably led to the destruction of the world.
A completely insane game that gave every character bizarre, hyper-detailed settings while stuffing the cast full of beautiful people.
Even the villains who got killed off were designed to be ridiculously attractive.
And the one who had just died on screen—Eros—was a human with the unique constitution of a rubber man.
The ability to freely stretch his body or generate explosive kinetic energy through elasticity.
What a ridiculously broken ability.
Yet this idiot villain, despite being born with that power, chose to enroll in the academy as a mage simply because he had no affinity for aura.
Okay, fine. I’ll give him that choice.
But instead of using that insane ability in actual combat… he wasted it on nothing but enlarging his own dick to harass the academy heroines, only to meet a miserable end.
“…He really is a moron. You die because you only used that god-tier power to make your cock bigger?”
A hollow laugh was all I could manage.
What was even more absurd was that no powerhouse, no scholar, not even the hero in this world recognized its true value.
They all treated Eros like garbage who could only stretch his body and completely ignored him.
His innate ability had been reduced to nothing but a joke.
“This is ridiculous.”
I clicked my tongue in disgust.
Having lost all interest, I shut down the computer and collapsed onto my bed.
“…I really hate Mondays.”
With that thought, I closed my eyes.
Hoping that when I opened them again, I’d be in another world.
As long as I didn’t have to go to the company, anything would be fine.
…Mmm.
The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was an overwhelming softness and fluffiness.
The texture was on a completely different level from the blanket I usually slept under.
“…What the?”
Still half-asleep, I staggered upright.
As I fumbled around, an alien sensation against my fingers made me flinch.
“What is this?”
The hair that flowed smoothly between my unconsciously stroking fingers had a reddish tint.
Sensing that something had gone horribly wrong, I frantically looked down at my body.
What met my eyes was the extravagant attire typical of nobility—lace and embroidery straight out of a medieval fantasy film.
No way.
A terrible premonition gripped me. I kicked off the bed in a panic and stood up.
Looking around the spacious room, I saw an unmistakably foreign and unfamiliar environment.
Even to my untrained eyes, the expensive luxurious furniture, the ornate chandelier, and the atmosphere that felt strangely familiar.
“Mirror! Mirror!”
I spotted a full-length mirror standing against the wall in the corner and rushed over to it.
The moment I saw the man reflected in the mirror,
I froze on the spot, stunned.
The man in the mirror had such beautiful features that one could easily mistake him for a woman. And that man was staring straight back at me.
“…It’s Eros.”
Seeing him in person, I couldn’t help but think the creator must have been a total pervert. He was that handsome.
Seriously, what kind of adult game makes even the villain this attractive?
It was absurd, but at the same time, I felt relieved.
To summarize: I had been possessed by the trash game known as a romance-fantasy adult game, and I had become the villain who harasses the heroines at the academy in the early stages only to be brutally killed by the hero.
And not just any villain—one so stupid that he kept trying and failing, with terrifyingly low intelligence.
So, was there a way to return?
Who knows.
Then, should I try to return?
Who knows. Did I really have to?
My relationship with my family had been distant anyway. My life had been as good as living alone.
“…Might as well live an interesting life.”
Besides, with a face this handsome, wasn’t that a good thing?
“And the second son of a count? This is perfect.”
After sorting out my confusion, I slowly turned my gaze around the room.
My eyes stopped on an elegant calendar sitting on the table.
Imperial Year 412, February 23rd.
Ah. Hmm.
“So… the academy entrance is in February of 413, which means I have about a year left. And the hero enrolls in 414, so…”
In my memory, Eros dies during his second year at the academy.
That meant this was three years before that point.
It was fortunate to have gained some time, but it was too early to feel relieved.
If the original story progressed as written, I would inevitably remain a laughingstock and live a gloomy life.
“Well, that was probably because they didn’t know about this body’s talent.”
After repeated thoughts and planning, night deepened and silence fell.
I checked the firmly closed door once more and stood in the middle of the room.
“First, I should test what I can.”
Swallowing hard, I began concentrating my nerves to manipulate my body.
Would my arm stretch like I imagined? Or my leg?
What should I test first?
The answer was already decided.
I was curious why Eros had been so obsessed with that one thing.
As if responding to my will, a reaction began from my groin just below my abs.
“…Oh.”
That very specific and sensitive part of my body started to twitch little by little.
And the moment I felt I could control it as I wished, I thought of only one thing.
“Let’s see how big it can get.”
Wasn’t that the natural curiosity of any male?
Deeply intrigued, I began drawing out the ability to its limit.
It wriggled like a living tentacle and stretched toward the window I had left open beforehand.
My body shot straight out the open window and began rising toward the night sky.
“It’s… standing!”
I couldn’t close my mouth as I watched my magnificent weapon stretch out in a single line toward the night sky.
“Ooooooh!!”
When the length of the thing that had surged up, slicing through the moonlight, reached roughly a hundred meters,
it seemed that was the limit. A stiff sensation like my entire lower body was about to tear apart washed over me.
Fearing it would actually rip if I pushed further, I hurriedly released the ability and pulled it back. In that instant, it astonishingly returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.
“…Haha.”
Wiping the sweat running down my forehead with my sleeve, I thought,
‘Now I kind of understand why Eros was so obsessed with this one thing…’
Unfortunately, having been born male, an indescribable sense of superiority was rising within me.
As the ultimate superior male, I wondered if this was how black guys felt.
The fact that no one in the entire world could rival it filled me with such overwhelming superiority that I couldn’t help but puff out my chest.
Yes. Mine is the biggest…!
“Ahem. Hm.”
If I kept this up, even my mind would get corrupted.
I pulled myself together, lay down on the bed, and tried to sleep, but I couldn’t fall asleep easily until dawn.
The next morning, I woke to the morning sunlight and decided to take a light stroll around the Count Brioche estate, if only to look around.
Of course, as the count’s second son, I also wanted to check out the maids.
As I walked down the mansion’s corridors, I encountered countless servants wearing maid uniforms.
Some were cleaning, others were preparing breakfast.
But what differed from my expectations was their gazes, their eyes, and their expressions.
When they saw me, they hurriedly lowered their heads.
And every single one of them blushed as they spoke with embarrassment.
“Y-Young Master… D-Did you sleep well…?”
Their cheeks flushed bright red as if on cue, and the glances they stole at me carried an unmistakable sensuality.
The sticky allure I had never experienced in my entire life made it impossible to adapt.
‘…Did they see?’
I tilted my head, expressing my confusion, but I didn’t stop to ask them directly.
I simply pretended not to notice and hurried on my way.
After safely returning to my room, I closed the door and moved to the center of the room.
“…Shall we try?”
If I could use the rubber-like stretching to explosively circulate the blood in my body, I could enhance my physical abilities.
It wasn’t unheard of—methods that increased blood flow speed to achieve insane velocity.
It was a method only imaginable if one possessed modern knowledge of blood vessels, blood flow, and pumping.
“…But how do I actually do it?”
I roughly understood the principle, but putting it into practice was another matter.
Applying pressure to forcibly pump the blood.
After thinking for a long time, only one idea came to mind.
I placed both hands on my chest and pressed down with all my strength.
The moment I released the tension in my arms, a violent pumping began to flow through my blood vessels.
Thump!
“D-Did it work?!”
An alien pulse sounded from within.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The heartbeat that had been gradually accelerating now began to run wild like a truck with broken brakes.
It circulated at a crazy speed, raising the heat inside my body, and my entire skin began to burn bright red.
“Ugh… ugh…!”
It was hot. It felt like my blood vessels were about to burst.
“O-Oh! It really works… Ack!!”
The joy of realizing the ability I had imagined was actually manifesting lasted only a moment.
The terrible pain as if my heart would explode turned my vision pure white. Gasping for breath, I collapsed straight onto the floor.