Volunteering with Baek A-young

"Go after more people who aren't heroines of the game but still hold real weight in this world. It's an eroge — there are plenty of capable female characters running around."

The moment I heard that, Lim Sol rose to mind. Naturally. And then there was the pretty succubus, too... wait, did she even count?

"But I'm already overflowing with women. How am I supposed to go after even more?"

"That's for you to figure out. The difficulty will climb, but if you pull it off... I might just leave you in a world without a god. Or you can go back to your original one, if that's what you want."

"...Then I have to do it. No matter what."

At first I had vaguely wanted to go home. Not anymore. I could never give this world up. I was living through things I never would have touched in my old life.

"Yeah. I'll throw in a few more perks, so don't stress too much."

"What kind of perks?"

"Whenever your semen touches a woman's body, her affection will tick up a little. And it'll keep climbing even past a hundred. That'll come in handy later."

"So it all comes down to sex."

It was Sex Academy. I supposed that was a given.

"Yeah, that's just how the original works. Can't help it. But the affection boost from semen only applies to women the system already recognizes as being in the middle of a conquest."

"Got it."

I didn't really need the restriction. I was only going to do it with people I was already involved with anyway. Adding more women was a burden in itself — honestly, things were already a little dangerous as they stood.

"Also, it looks like you've been frequenting the aphrodisiac shop. You should ease up on that."

"I haven't been going much lately... but the original game has routes that use aphrodisiacs. Why shouldn't I use those?"

"In the original, you can only use those on girls you've already finished conquering. Better not give anyone an excuse to pick a fight. Like I said, the god of Sex Academy is a real petty bastard."

"Mm. Understood."

I didn't really get it, but if a god said so, what could I do? The situation I was living through didn't make much sense either. If that was how it was, that was how it was. Besides, I hadn't had much reason to use aphrodisiacs lately. I had grown attached to the heroines. I didn't want to just slather that stuff on them.

That was when it happened. The God of Bets' form began to fade, and the space around us bled into black.

"Huh?"

"Time's up. Still, you took three virginities, so you bought us a decent amount of conversation. I've said everything I needed to say, so we're good."

The gold adorning his body vanished piece by piece as he offered his last words.

"Understood. I'll give it everything I've got."

"Yeah. Do your best — and make sure you kill that pain-in-the-ass god. Let's meet again once it's all over."

The God of Bets grinned and waved. I wondered when I would actually finish everything and see him again. My eyes drifted shut, and the world went dark.

I woke in the dorm room that had, by now, truly become my own. I had no idea how long that conversation had lasted, but Liliana was still asleep beside me, so it couldn't have been that long.

That wasn't just some weird dream, right?

The God of Bets' face — as familiar and easy as an old friend's — was still vivid in my mind. So not a dream? No, wait. I had Memory Supplement. What was I, an idiot? With that perk, of course the memory would be crystal clear. And it couldn't have been a dream anyway. The setting was far too detailed for something I would have cooked up in my own head. It even kind of made sense, in its own twisted way.

But kill a god? I wasn't some godslayer. Just thinking the word made me cringe. It sounded like I was about to do something ridiculous.

Anyway, only one thing mattered. Conquer the heroines, and make it all the way to the end.

"What the hell is this."

Strange windows had suddenly bloomed in front of my eyes. Definitely not a dream, then.

Lim Sol at ninety-three? Liliana at sixty-five? And who the hell were Han Seul-ah and Shin Ji-ah? They only had one and two points.

Ah. Influence-on-the-world scores. Lim Sol was sitting at ninety-three, so a heroine was probably worth a clean hundred. A woman who wasn't even a heroine holding ninety-three all by herself — she really was something else. Han Seul-ah and Shin Ji-ah were probably just extras with crushes on me. My face was good enough that a few one-sided feelings wouldn't be surprising.

But...

Why is Liliana at sixty-five?

No, seriously, why? Wasn't she just a run-of-the-mill succubus you'd find anywhere in Hell? Maybe she'd scored that high because she was a being from Hell, not the human world.

I looked at her face as she slept beside me. Her breasts were well-shaped and hadn't sagged at all, and her hips were perfect ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠for grabbing onto while thrusting. A plump, firm ass, and a heart-shaped tail poking out near her tailbone. A body developed specifically to drain men dry.

"Mmh... slurp."

I slipped a finger into her mouth and rolled it around, playing with her tongue. Even asleep, she moved that tongue obscenely, sucking my finger in. She was this lewd, and her face was abnormally beautiful on top of it — but I had never seen another succubus, so I had nothing to compare her to.

"Huh?"

A letter was sitting by the pillow of the still-sleeping Liliana. It was the same size as the stationery she had written on last night. I picked it up without thinking.

Hmm. I wasn't entirely sure what that was about, but it sounded dangerous. The contract was for ten years — why did it say thirty? Had Liliana gotten it wrong?

I'd give it to her when she woke up. No need to stick my nose too deep into someone else's family business. I forcibly pushed the letter out of my mind.

"Huh? What the..."

Only then did I notice how dark it was outside the window. I checked the time. It was already six in the evening.

Wait. When he said time flowed differently, he meant it ran faster on this side? It was usually the other way around. What a bullshit setting.

"Hey, Liliana. Wake up. If you sleep any more, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

I poked her cheek over and over, trying to rouse her. How exhausted was she to still be out?

"Nngh... Master... my lower half hurts so much..."

Still half-asleep, she called me Master in the same breath as casual speech and clung to me. I gently stroked her chin.

"Sorry. I went too hard yesterday. I'll order fried chicken, so let's eat."

"Mmh... okay..."

It was a refreshing morning. Last night Liliana had said her lower belly hurt too much, so she had only used her mouth to take care of me. I had no idea why she'd suddenly taken it upon herself to handle my sexual needs. Not that I was complaining.

Skipping breakfast was routine, so I let it go and finished a quick shower. Today I had to go out in my cadet uniform. I pulled it off the magic hanger — the kind that pressed your clothes crisp just by hanging them up — and slipped it on with a snap ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of fabric. I stood in front of the full-length mirror.

"Looking good today, too."

Honestly I always looked good, but today I felt good on top of it. I was heading out for PR department work for the first time in a while. I had to be at my best.

"Where are you going this time?"

"Today is the day Master appears on TV."

"The hell are you talking about. You sound like an idiot."

"..."

Liliana looked at me like I was a weirdo staring into a mirror, then went back into the room. The way she walked with a slight limp was funny and, if I was being honest, a little hot.

"Alright. I'll deal with you later."

I'd get my revenge on that little minx later — with my cock.

"I'm heading out!"

"Bring pizza when you come back!"

I left the dorm and walked at an easy pace. Sunlight Orphanage was a bit of a walk, but close enough to go on foot. I strolled through the shopping district, taking in the surroundings.

"Feels like I haven't been out in a while."

I hadn't had much reason to go out lately, so I rarely came through the shops — partly because Liliana had me ordering delivery all the time.

The tteokbokki place Rumi liked... I should bring her next time. This was the cocktail bar Elise liked... noted. The bakery around this corner was famous for its sweet cream buns... noted.

Even on the way to the orphanage, I had plenty to think about. These little details were the kind of thing you had to keep track of if you wanted a conquest to go smoothly. I couldn't just coast on my face. After meeting the God of Bets, I felt like I needed to take the conquests more seriously. I could remember everything anyway, so it was better to stockpile as much information as I could.

Walking like that, I arrived at Sunlight Orphanage before I knew it. I peeked into the yard from outside. Elise was standing among the kids running around — blonde hair neatly arranged, features delicate, the very picture of innocence. She also looked like she had no idea how to handle children. Behind her, the director watched the scene with a pleased expression, and the photographer I had seen before was setting up his camera this way and that.

So he was shooting again today. I hoped he wouldn't take hundreds of photos like last time. They had ended up publishing all of them, but I didn't think the effect would have been that different if he'd just taken a few dozen.

Elise hesitated, then gradually approached the children. She seemed to be trying to play with them. It wouldn't be easy.

"N-noona! You're so pretty!"

"Unnieee. Hug me too."

"Come one at a time."

Not easy, my ass. The kids were coming to her on their own and clinging. Even little kids were the same. Yeah — pretty and handsome was all that mattered. Maybe I should have just gone all-in on the handsome-guy approach instead of wasting time on pointless grinding.

"Hello."

I should go join them already. I opened the yard gate and greeted the director, who was watching Elise.

"Oh my! Hoyeon, you're here. I heard you recommended our orphanage. Thank you. Donations have been tight lately."

Director, you can't just come out with something that mercenary. She was a good person, so she wouldn't embezzle the money... right? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I had recommended the place for my own image, sure, but I had also genuinely wanted the kids to have a better life.

"Yes, yes. It was nothing, really."

"Director, did someone new arrive...? Ah!"

Just then, someone came out of the building and flinched. Black hair, snow-white skin. Blue eyes. A face that triggered every protective instinct I had. A strikingly beautiful woman in office attire filled my vision.

"Huh?"

That was Baek A-young. What was she doing here?

"What? A-young?"

Of all days, Baek A-young had come to volunteer and run into me? Wait, though — when there was a photoshoot like this, they usually didn't take other volunteers, right?

"A-young, are you here to volunteer?"

"W-what a coincidence...! Of all days, you came on the same day I volunteer, haha..."

"...? Saintess. Didn't you come here knowing? You contacted me to ask if today was the day the student council was coming..."

"Kyaaah! There's a cockroach!"

Baek A-young suddenly pointed at an empty corner and screamed.

"A cockroach?! Where?! Do you have any idea how clean we keep Sunlight Orphanage?! We even use Sexco!"

The director pulled a broom out of nowhere and charged toward the corner.

"Ah, wait. I think I mistook a stain."

"Aha. That's a relief."

"Heheheh..."

"..."

Baek A-young laughing awkwardly, and the director standing there with a broom, looking relieved. What kind of comedy act were those two putting on.

Baek A-young was pretending to avoid my eyes while sneaking glances at me.

...Nah. No way.

She hadn't come all the way here because she wanted me to rape her... right?