The Full Story of the Incident
The Full Story of the Incident
It had been a week and a day since I had been playing my character in just one location.
By this point, the number of sexual encounters my character, Lunia, had experienced already exceeded 1000.
Actually, since today was the weekend, I think I played for almost 20 hours straight, pulling an all-nighter.
I was extremely tired, but if I enjoyed it, then I'm satisfied.
"Ughhh..., let's take a break."
The latter type of Adult Game, where a female character is the protagonist and the player directly controls that character, had one drawback.
If a woman were playing a female character, it might be different, but I, the player, was a man.
And when I saw scenes of such a protagonist being thoroughly ravaged, even if I didn't project myself onto the protagonist, I couldn't prevent my mind from becoming slightly exhausted.
Moreover, having already played for a long time, two hours, I immediately wanted to turn off the computer and dive into my blanket.
But before going to sleep, if I took a warm shower, it would feel incredibly good, right?
So, I immediately showered.
After a shower that lasted about 5 minutes, I came out, wiping off the water with a towel.
From my still-wet hair, water droplets fell, tok, tok.
And as I looked for my hairdryer, my eyes caught sight of the game, still running.
"Why didn't I turn off the computer?"
I must have forgotten in my eagerness to go to sleep quickly.
So, just as I placed my hand on the mouse to quit the game before turning off the computer.
-Tok, tok, tok,
Water droplets were still falling from my wet hair.
But of all places, they landed on the power outlet.
"Huh?"
My thoughts stopped for a moment, and I froze still for about one or two seconds,
as the fallen water droplet slid into the outlet hole.
-Pajijijijik!
"Kkeueueueueuk!"
Teol-sseok.
As I collapsed to the floor, the world seemed to move in slow motion for a moment.
I expected countless memories to flash before my eyes, but only one memory came to mind.
Lunia. The memories of customizing her for 8 hours to create her, and then making her engage in sexual acts for 9 days in one village.
'Ah. Am I dying...?'
Three seconds that felt like a minute passed, and with no strength left in my body, I finally closed my eyes.
Along with the thought, 'Well, at least I lived diligently without harming anyone.'
If there was just one thing I regretted,
it was the regret of, 'I should have been more careful when drying my hair after showering...'
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My eyes opened as if I had woken up from a long, deep sleep.
All I could see was green.
And brown mixed in here and there.
'...A forest?'
-Shwaaaaaah...
A cold wind blew, and the leaves created a loud rustling sound.
"......Cold. ............Huh?"
The cold air directly touching my skin made me inadvertently utter a sound, and the voice that came out was strange.
It wasn't the rough, low voice I always heard, but a soft, beautiful voice that was pleasing to the ear.
And this voice, I've heard it somewhere before...
I squinted my eyes for a moment, trying to recall.
And then it hit me.
'The Adult Game I played.'
I instinctively lowered my head and saw undeniable evidence.
My two breasts, so large they barely covered my lower body, almost revealing my thighs and toes.
And my upper body, clad in nothing but a single tattered cloth that seemed to expose more than it covered.
I instinctively reached for my chest and crotch.
The breasts I touched were soft and supple.
And down below,
my little fella that I always felt was no longer there.
Faced with this unbelievable reality, I tried speaking again.
"Ah."
A clear and beautiful voice flowed from my throat.
That's right.
I had become a woman.
And what's more, as the game character I used to play.
But me, I've never even played this game's story, have I?
"Fuck."
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First, I walked a little.
I wanted to do something, just in case this wasn't a dream.
Because if I just stayed still there, I felt like I would go crazy.
But no matter how much time passed, the dream didn't break, and as more time went by, the sensation of the wind and the fatigue in my legs made me realize it wasn't a dream.
"I'm really going crazy..."
I was clearly electrocuted and died, or so I thought.
To open my eyes and find myself as a character from the game I played.
"Ha, haha.... Ha, sh-..."
Is there no way to return to reality?
No matter how much I thought about it, I got stuck at one point.
'Even if I went back, I'm already dead there.'
Then, in the end, according to the game's mod, I would here...
No, no.
It's because I installed that kind of game mod, right? If I just don't do those things, it'll be fine.
First, I set a goal.
To find a way to return to my original world without anything happening to me in this world.
And if there's no way...,
I don't know. I'll think about it then.
The moment I made that resolve, my eyes met with a woman in front of me.
"Oh my, goodness! Are you alright?"
"Ah, yes? Yes..."
"This won't do. Let's go to Auntie's house for now."
The woman saw my tattered clothes, took my hand, and began to lead me somewhere.
Actually, I knew who this woman was.
'Mrs. Arisa...'
When I played the game, she was an NPC who endlessly helped the protagonist.
Perhaps because she was a character set up early in the story, she was one who spared no support for the protagonist.
If this is the case, it seems like time is flowing according to the game's story, but...
The problem was that I had never played this game's story.
"Haa..."
Why did the 'me' of the past, that guy, only enjoy what he wanted to, without even progressing through the game's main story?
"Just bear with it a little longer, young lady."
Mrs. Arisa, perhaps misunderstanding my sigh, squeezed my hand tightly, infusing it with warmth.
Although I thought she was just an NPC created to provide help, Mrs. Arisa's human kindness, full of affection and willingness to help,
allowed me to slightly shake off the fear of being dropped alone into a game whose story I didn't even know, even if just a little.
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Following Mrs. Arisa, after navigating a bit through the forest path, a village began to appear.
A small village with perhaps around 10 houses, maybe fewer.
And one inn operating for travelers.
It seemed like a small, modest, but peaceful village.
Mrs. Arisa's house, where she lived with her family, was located closest to the village entrance.
The woman immediately led me inside the house.
Inside the house was a familiar man.
"Dear, who is this person...?"
"She looked like she needed help, so I brought her."
Arisa's Husband looked towards me.
And at that moment, I instinctively felt a lecherous gaze on my chest.
"............Eugh."
Is this what it means when they say women with good figures know where men are looking?
To me, a fellow man... though not anymore, but still a man at heart, the lustful gaze of another man was extremely unpleasant and disgusting.
But this man. He's married to Mrs. Arisa and has a son, yet.
Is it right for him to give me such a look?
I wanted to say something, but given my state, wearing only a tattered cloth that exposed more skin than it covered, I held back.
Still, thanks to Mrs. Arisa, I was able to get rid of that lecherous gaze.
"The young lady needs to change clothes, so you can step out for a moment."
"......Understood."
Of course, the husband left, his lingering gaze following my buttocks and thighs until the very end.
Even though I thought I just had to avoid doing 'those things,' it seemed I shouldn't simply consider this world to be just a game.
I realized it just now, after receiving Mrs. Arisa's husband's gaze.
Isn't this more dangerous than I thought?
From an objective, third-person perspective,
I was powerless, with a figure and appearance that all men would covet.
If the first person I met hadn't been Mrs. Arisa, if it had been a bandit or a mountain robber wandering through the forest,
'Fu...ck.'
Goosebumps erupted all over my body.
Still, there was hope.
First, let's build up strength. Let's become strong enough never to yield, no matter what ruffian comes my way.
Still, it would have been good if I knew the main story, or at least the locations of the Hidden Pieces.
It was Mrs. Arisa who pulled me out of my thoughts, as I fell into regret once again.
"Young lady."
"Ah, yes."
"My name is Arisa."
"I'm Kim..."
My mouth snapped shut for a moment.
Was it right to say my real name?
I don't know exactly why I had such a dilemma at that moment.
It was just, just impulsive.
"My name is Lunia."
"That's a pretty name."
"Th-thank you."
"I'm a little envious, you know. I wished my parents had given me a pretty name like Lunia too."
"B-but, the name Arisa also brings to mind a mature image, and it's a pretty name..."
Arisa showed a surprised look at my compliment.
"Hoho, it's the first time I've been complimented on my name. Thank you."
At Mrs. Arisa's word 'compliment,' I also fell into thought for a moment.
The name Lunia was simply what I used when I played the Adult Game.
Since I couldn't use my masculine name when the protagonist was a female character, it was a name I simply made up.
There was no particular reason, and I didn't have any affection for this name.
But why,
did hearing someone else say my name was pretty make me feel a sense of being acknowledged?
I hated acknowledging this feeling because it made me feel like I had truly become a woman,
but I was a little, just a little, happy.