I Gave Up My Libido in an Adult Game

Staring at the translucent holographic window floating before my eyes, I swallowed hard.

An adult fantasy game.

The Lunatic X Fantasia ~Fallen Maiden~.

It had already been a month since I was plunged into this hellish world better known as an eroge. Just look at the setting: a free-for-all war of all against all, overrun by nothing but dumpster-fire nations. Everywhere you went, the place crawled with disgusting bastards who'd try to assault any woman they laid eyes on, while the protagonist "rescued" the heroines from them and did this and that with the results. In short, a perfectly serviceable eroge for killing time.

Surviving in a place like this demanded a cheat code of truly absurd proportions. And as it happened, I knew how to get a hidden trait of Mythic grade. I'd discovered it while digging through the game's files — a tier above Legendary, called Mythic. The only problem was that the moment I confirmed its existence, I got isekai'd into the game. But whatever.

The condition was simple: abstain from any act of lewdness for one full month.

Even the unlock requirement for a hidden trait was peak eroge logic.

After a month of tearful, white-knuckled endurance, the opportunity had finally arrived before me.

Hesitation was a luxury. I pressed 5 — Abandon Lust — without a moment's delay.

Any ordinary male player would sooner die than give up his libido in an eroge — but I hammered the YES button like my life depended on it.

Why, you ask?

Because the moment I got isekai'd into this godforsaken game, I'd been turned into a TS girl — black hair, black eyes, and a delicate little frame!

Just how horrifying is it to survive as a pretty girl inside an eroge? I shouldn't need to explain. Sure, my build was on the modest side, but who in an eroge cut you any slack for being flat-chested? If anything, the perverts would go completely insane over it and latch on even harder.

In a world where girls were being brutally tossed around on a near-daily basis, a pretty girl's libido was nothing but a liability standing in the way of survival — a seed of calamity. And for someone with the inner heart of a true bro like me, it would have been nothing short of hell.

I would not… become a slave to my hormones!

"Abandon lust? Doing it right now!"

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I'd have said it a hundred times over.

The moment I declared it proudly, the strange, feverish warmth that had wrapped around my body sank away as if by magic. My mind cleared as though someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my head, and a perfect inner peace settled into my chest.

In other words: absolute sage time.

O Buddha, is this truly what enlightenment feels like? Fleeting fleshly pleasures — impermanent, and impermanent yet again.

At last, I'd earned the bare minimum qualification needed to survive in this world.

"Whoa… holy crap."

An exclamation burst out of my mouth the instant I checked its performance.

Defense-ignoring damage, plus bonus damage against Evil-aligned or Lascivious targets. Most decent skills topped out at a 100% damage bonus. Even granting that it was fists-only against specific targets, 1,080,000% was a number that transcended all common sense.

And what's more, the vast majority of enemies in this game came tagged with Evil or Lascivious. At least within this game, this was a cheat code that would shatter the entire worldview.

That cheat code was Buddha Punch.

"Oh my Buddha. Fountainhead of all blessings, Budd~ha~"

A hum escaped me all on its own. "Namu Amitabha!"

Was this how it was done?

I pressed my palms together in solemn respect. I wasn't a Buddhist, mind you, but the Buddhist expositions looked pretty hip, so I used to go to them now and then. I'd dance around to a Heart Sutra remix, that sort of thing. It was fun, back then…

I never could have imagined I'd end up offering a prayer of thanks to Buddha in another world.

CRASH—

Suddenly, the wooden door of the shack I'd been hiding in was flung open without ceremony. A spot abandoned deep in the forest, where no one had set foot this whole time — and now this, out of nowhere? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I frantically hid myself.

Being small and flat-chested sure made sneaking around easy.

Through the acrid dust, the heavy footsteps of big bodies echoed — thud, thud.

"Boss, where'd you dig up this one? One look and you can tell she's a high-ranking priestess."

A rough man's voice rang out.

"Found her collapsed by the roadside. Looks like she was dosed with something."

"You've gotta let me have a taste too, yeah?"

"After me, do whatever you like with her."

"Heh heh heh…"

Pressed flat behind a stack of oak barrels, I surveyed the scene through a gap. Two men were lowering an unconscious woman to the floor. Dazzling golden hair, a torn priestess's habit. A beautiful face atop a voluptuous figure.

Huh?

It was a face no player of The Lunatic X Fantasia could possibly fail to recognize.

Alicia, the Fallen Saintess of the Holy Radiance Church. A tragic character who, despite her overwhelming beauty, never made it into the heroine roster. Countless players attempted her route, and the conclusion was always the same: unobtainable. Alicia could only be killed.

Of course, fallen or not, a Saintess was still a Saintess. Even killing her was a boss fight of nightmarish difficulty.

"Mmnhh…"

Alicia writhed, letting out a fevered moan. My gaze shifted to the space above the bandits' heads.

The hologram was broadcasting in giant letters that these two were prime candidates for bonus damage. One look and, yep, a couple of lowlife bandits.

A perfect ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠target for field-testing Buddha Punch.

Swish—

I rose slowly from behind the oak barrels. At the creaking sound, the snickering bandits flinched and whipped their heads around.

"Huh? What the — there was a rat in here after all?"

"A pretty well-put-together little brat at that…"

Lust flooded the bandits' eyes the moment they saw me. These were bastards who'd trekked out to this secluded hole just to attempt an assault, so of course the sight of my looks split their grins from ear to ear. To be fair, right now my appearance was that of a delicate young beauty that not even a bundle of rags could hide. To the perverts of this world, I was a jackpot prize.

"Heh heh, Boss. Can I claim that one first?"

"Tsk, there's an order to things even with cold water, you know. The virgin I'm not giving up."

"Boss, that's just cold."

"Then become the Boss yourself if it bugs you so much. Heh heh, what a windfall of a day. Tonight's gonna be one long sleepless ride!"

Listening to that revolting exchange, my anger surged skyward. I clenched my right fist.

"Boss, this pipsqueak's trying to put up a fight."

"Don't damage her too badly. Just subdue her."

"Yessir, yessir, got it."

Whoosh—

The bandit swung a filthy hand at me. Whether it was the effect of Perception and Consciousness or something else, his movement looked like it had been filmed on a slow-motion camera.

Slow.

Mo.

Dodging his palm by a mere half step, I casually extended my fist.

BOOOOM!

The instant my dainty fist connected with the bandit's body, a roar split the air. "Gah—?!"

Bandit A, who'd taken the punch directly to the abdomen, couldn't even manage a proper scream before he blasted clean through the shack's wall and soared off into the distance.

"Wh-what?"

I closed in on the panicking bandit chief — Bandit B, as it were — and delivered an uppercut.

CRACK—!

Bandit B's head burst like a watermelon, red and white fragments spraying in every direction. Splat, slap. Blood and brain matter caked my face and clothes without mercy.

The old me would have shrieked like a little girl and vomited the moment I laid eyes on gore this graphic. But even after killing two men, my heart was astonishingly calm. That would be the effect of All Is Suffering — forcibly maintaining equilibrium no matter the situation.

Only a single thought occupied my mind at that moment.

The bonus damage. It's insane.

Swish.

I turned my head and looked down at the woman sprawled on the floor. Her dazzling golden hair was splayed across the ground, and the porcelain skin revealed through her torn habit flushed hot with fever. Her eyes had long since lost focus, being devoured by the euphoric drugs coursing through her.

"Hahh… ugh… please… no…," Alicia rasped between ragged breaths.

Any ordinary eroge protagonist would have shrugged — "Well, it can't be helped" — and collected the event that had been so conveniently laid out for him.

But I was a pretty girl who had thrown away her libido in exchange for a cheat code.

Tap.

I gently placed my hand on Alicia's forehead.

Ding—

Reason gradually began to return to her blue eyes. I raised just one hand toward her, in a respectful half-bow.

"Are you back with us?"

Alicia blinked a few times, and then her lips parted.

"An angel?"