Prologue.
Prologue.
28 years old, unemployed, average looks, zero dating experience.
Living a completely ruined life in the middle of South Korea, my name is 'Juan'.
Let's cut the useless chatter that sounds like a job-seeking NEET's self-introduction—which no one cares about anyway—and jump straight to the main point.
As a 'Time Bill Gates' overflowing with free time, I was deeply hooked on an eroge I found on a famous eroge site recently.
Becoming the strongest outlaw in a world that was already half-destroyed.
Slaughtering every single evil female clone bitch that destroyed the world.
And picking and fucking whichever surviving bitches I wanted—a high-freedom side-scrolling eroge.
[The Pussy Zako Hunter]
Mob bitches whose tits were fucking huge like cows in a field, and whose pussy flesh hidden between skin-tight high-legs looked chewy and soft like rice cakes.
Playing with them however I wanted before throwing them away like dirty, semen-stained tissue paper was the ultimate attraction of this game.
When they first face the protagonist, they cockily attack without knowing their place, only to get hit with a satisfying stomach punch.
Watching them whimper like dogs in heat as they crawl over and spread their pussies wide was also one of its best highlights.
Equipped with various execution gimmicks to dispose of used-up, tiresome 'onaholes', it was the 'eroge' of my life.
'Thanks to that, I ended up dying from shock after jerking off 16 times in a row, but well, that's a pretty blessed way to go.'
Now then, why am I quietly recounting an eroge story to myself that no one would be curious about?
Why is a guy who died jerking off in the corner of his room grinning so wide while rambling on about useless stuff?
The time has come to inform everyone of the reason. Now, that reason is none other than—
"Hee~♡ You woke up? It feels much better to fuck you while you're asleep though."
"That's probably because you were being so noisy."
"My my, acting so lofty when you're just as starved for a big dick as I am, coming out here with me?"
"Shut up and hurry up and pull this guy's dick out. We just need to roughly drain what's been built up over the past few days before heading back to the main force."
"Shall we? Then~ please don't resist, male oppa♡. I'll make you feel good real soon, okay?"
I, who died of shock in the corner of a studio apartment in South Korea.
Reopened my eyes right here—inside that very eroge, in the Tutorial Stage.
And having possessed the protagonist of that apocalyptic eroge, from now on...
...I plan to fucking ram every single one of these living onaholes that appeared before my eyes.
'Wow! Two starting onaholes!!'