Return from Another World, Birth of the AV Master
I'd spent quite a long time summoned to that other world. And finally, I'd completed the mission assigned to me. They said they'd grant any wish I wanted.
"I want to go back."
I had no lingering attachments to my original world, but I couldn't stay in that one either. I'd cleanly wrapped up what needed doing, but I'd racked up some grudges along the way. If I used my wish to become ruler of the world, I'd be stuck filming Demon King Season 2 fighting endless rebellions. If I retired to enjoy a peaceful old age, I'd have to battle heroes from across the world coming to tear me apart—365 days a year, no breaks.
The war was over, but the path ahead was still a river of blood and mountains of corpses.
So, when I said I was leaving, everyone was thrilled.
"Yeah, better to wrap it up around here."
They seemed happier than when we'd won the war. The whole world was in festival mode.
Ha! Ridiculous.
And so I returned to the exact moment I'd been summoned—couldn't go any earlier, they said. Something about the cosmic axis of time collapsing... Damn it... They wouldn't grant the important stuff.
But even after getting back to Earth, my contributions were so great that some wish points remained. They asked what I wanted.
"Then I want to live the rest of my life like I'm in an AV."
They said it would be done.
Oh! Fucking awesome?
And there were still points left. Turns out Earth and that world were in balance—my deeds there helped here too.
"Then make me forget everything that happened there."
For real. I wanted to forget it all. People don't know how deep the scars were from the choices I had to make for victory. I wasn't a front-line hero clashing swords with enemies. I was the staff officer in the safest spot, using good people like chess pieces.
Most of the time, I had to send those trusting, kind souls to obvious deaths—guys looking at me with eyes full of faith. All for a few items, or to rescue some shitty second son of a local lord who was nothing but trouble...
Of course, they were necessary on the big picture. But pile them up one by one in your heart, and eventually you turn into a real monster.
I get their resentment. I stayed safe and comfy while throwing others into the meat grinder. And I wasn't alone—the trash kings and nobles who'd fled their demon-conquered countries partied with me in luxury, blowing through the wealth they'd brought to fund the war. But to heroes watching their friends die, that probably didn't look pretty.
In the final battle, we threw in almost all our forces and barely snatched victory. A win scarred all over.
Most regular soldiers died as expected. Even the heroes who could uproot mountains barehanded—most died, or lost limbs. Not one of the heroes summoned with me survived. Word was they went out heroically.
The only one unscathed through that hellish war? Me.
The kings and nobles who'd caroused by my side slipped away and joined the mob cursing me.
Well, yeah. An outsider's the easiest target, right?
We saved the world, but I was a total wreck. Now it was time to save me.
Memories cannot be restored once erased.
OK!
That's what I wanted. Never see them again. Those filthy memories. Forget all the useless crap and live enjoying from now on.
With your perverted powers, you devised perverted strategies, won like a pervert, and now you wish for something equally perverted.
"What can I do? That's just who I am."
I'd lived so long under blame, this was nothing.
Then enjoy your happy times. Be well.
"Yeah. It was shitty while it lasted. Let's never meet again."
That's just your thought.
"Huh? What?"
Congratulations. You have become an AV Master.
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Suddenly, something bizarre happened to me. Some unknown entity declared me an AV Master.
As a first-time bonus, you receive a free Starter Pack.
I had no idea what an AV Master was, but a small paper box appeared out of nowhere, containing five cards. I pulled them out one by one and read them.
◈ The AV Master's life is always filled with stimulation. Sensual situations arise around you whether you want them or not.
◈ Setting Cards take effect just by holding them.
◈ Actresses who have sex with the AV Master will never harm him in any way.
◈ Actresses cast by the AV Master become sexually aroused by the slightest stimulation.
Active Card <Expression>
◈ Cast actresses express all their feelings, including pleasure, without hiding anything.
◈ Active Cards can be toggled on/off at the AV Master's will.
◈ The cast actress feels affection for the AV Master and wants to get intimate.
◈ She'll lead things into lewd situations and charge in aggressively.
◈ To use, hold the card, picture the target's name and face.
Of the five cards, the only one that made sense was the Casting Card. Pick a target, cast them, and you can hook up. The Setting Cards and Active Cards probably apply to those casts.
Funny thing: no one else could see or read these five cards in my hand. Even holding them in the office, no one glanced over. I even fanned them out in front of my boss—no reaction.
Wait, they really can't see them?
These AV Master Cards have flashy designs—dozens of naked women striking lewd poses. If anyone noticed, it'd be sexual harassment hell.
Worse, wherever I put them, they return to my hand when I want. Left them home that morning, thought of them, and poof—they're here. Dropped them in shock, thought again, back in hand.
Am I possessed? But everything after proves it's no delusion or ghost. Looks like I'm caught in some cosmic joke.
I realized something extraordinary had happened to me on my morning commute.
Got on the subway a bit past 8 like usual. My station's a terminal, so even rush hour, I snag a seat. Sat at the end as always. Right before doors closed, someone dashed in panting.
Couldn't help looking up—a strikingly pretty young woman. Her fluttering white dress suited her perfectly.
"Haa... haa!"
Panting hard from running, she sat down. Whoosh—her skirt flipped up as she landed, revealing everything underneath. No panties.
Is this for real?
No mistake. Nothing under that white skirt. Bold girl. No-panties on public transit?
But it didn't end there. She caught my stunned eyes and gave a sly smile. I was the one averting my gaze, embarrassed.
And the lewd situations kept coming. First stop had empty seats, but next was a transfer hub—packed. Yet someone squeezes right next to me at the end, grinding against me.
Glanced over—no upper body visible, but a skirted woman rubbing her privates on my shoulder. Crowded, sure, but not that much... Uncomfortable, I pulled my shoulder in.
Next stop, that same skirted woman gets pushed right in front of me. Intentional? Train starts, then—
"Whoa!"
"Sorry!"
Someone yelps, people stumble and fall. Chain reaction from someone tripping ahead.
"Ah!"
The ripple hit me. Skirt girl in front pitched forward, nearly smashing faces. No major crash, but bending over, I glimpsed her jiggling cleavage through her neckline.
"Sorry."
Apologizing as she stood, her face didn't scream "weirdo." Clean features, pretty. Probably just got shoved into me unknowingly.
Walking to transfer, a rushing woman stumbled my way—I caught her on reflex.
"Thank you."
Blushing, she bowed. I smiled back; she smiled with her eyes and walked on.
Up the stairs, the woman ahead's skirt caught wind—pink panties flash.
Okay, everyday stuff. But all in one rush-hour hour? Odds?
It continued at the office.
"Whoa!"
Coworker ahead drops something, bends over—cleavage show.
Another carrying files drops a sheet, squats to grab as I pass—upskirt.
Little lucky peeks all day. And no one got mad at me. Weird.
Could those card descriptions be real?
◈ The AV Master's life is always filled with stimulation. Sensual situations arise around you whether you want them or not.
Then... looks like I've got my hands on something incredible.