Chapter 11

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 11

Chapter Title: The Erotic Game Goddess Pushes "Fellatio Anywhere"

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Outside, there were way more people than when we'd gone in.

Everyone seemed relieved to see us come out unscathed.

The locals must have been waiting to confirm that the hunter who'd entered the dungeon made it out alive.

"You can rest easy now!"

Yuuna said.

"Phew, thanks. Good work, miss."

"I was worried sick with my kid passing by here—what if a monster showed up..."

"What a wholesome, good-looking couple."

Unlike me, standing there awkwardly,

Yuuna handled reassuring the townsfolk with total natural poise, like it was just part of a hunter's job.

"Excuse me, we'll need to check your hunter license."

That's when some guys in black suits suddenly approached us.

Hunter license? I don't have one of those.

"You can show it to me."

Yuuna flashed her license and whispered to me.

"These are folks from Hunter Administration. I'll handle cleanup— you go on ahead."

"Oh, yeah. Thanks."

"See you tomorrow!"

She really ties up loose ends. So this is the pro hunter world?

It felt like more than just a high-paying gig—something with real social and personal weight.

'In the end, this world's a cutthroat competition society too.'

No college entrance exams, but a world where a delicate girl like Yuuna charging into a monster-filled dungeon with a sword in hand is just normal.

And I'd been dropped right into it.

With a ridiculous pile of cheat powers that'd look cowardly to anyone watching.

So, was I complaining?

Nah, honestly, life on easy mode rocks. Who wouldn't love that?

Sure, keeping distance from these trashy overpowered abilities was a bit tough,

but now that I'd figured out the utility of 'Onahole Collector',

all I could think about was how to roll this snowball right—to keep my cute little sisters and future wives (not a harem, okay) safe.

Our house was a two-story standalone with a red roof and yard, just past Academy 3rd Avenue, down the right alley.

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Screech.

I parked the bike where it was before, but there was no lock.

'...Does this world not have bike thieves?'

Come to think of it, I don't remember seeing one when I took it either.

「Be a proper big bro or don't come home. I'll kill you if you do.」

「I'll kill you if you come in. Not joking.」

......

The thought of facing Stella soon had me sighing already.

"Oppa~!"

"Serena?"

That sweet voice melted my worries away, perking up my ears.

Serena, the black-haired, blue-eyed SS-rank beauty of the town, was out in the garden flowerbed, watering in dolphin-print panties.

Even if I tried not to look, my eyes went straight to her long, slender legs.

It was like she was testing my self-control with that outfit.

What if someone kidnapped her looking like that?

The worry bubbled up naturally—it was that provocative.

"What're you spacing out for? Hya!"

"Ack! Don't splash me!"

This was the only clean outfit I had left that didn't stink!

"Heehee."

"Gotcha!"

"Eek!"

I scooped up the playful Serena.

Water soaked her, and through the white tank top, I could make out black lace underwear.

'...What the hell am I doing?'

I snapped out of the newlywed moment.

"Oppa. Pervert."

"I swear it wasn't on purpose."

Right in the middle of this romcom scene straight out of adolescence.

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Eek.

This really was a horror game, right?

My heart dropped.

"Did Stella say she'd kill me or something?"

"Ahaha..."

Serena just laughed awkwardly.

"Oppa, fighting!"

Yeah, gotta restore some family discipline after it all fell apart—begging Serena for help would kill my vibe.

Don't chicken out!

I strode confidently to the front door.

'It's cold...'

Probably just my imagination.

But the house felt as chilly as a graveyard.

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The house was dead silent.

Serena was still outside...

...Was there some weird gravity wave here too?

If so, definitely an S-rank dungeon.

'Head to my room first...'

I'll figure out a plan there.

Going in hot would backfire. Gotta find out why Stella's so pissed first.

Even with a face that cranked affection x80,000 for women,

or the goddess-given hidden stat Charm at 999,

there was a problem between me and Stella that no stat could fix.

Second floor. I carefully knocked on Stella's door.

"Stella. It's oppa. Can we talk?"

No response.

She was definitely in there, but the vibe screamed she didn't want to talk—like a protest.

"Stella."

This wasn't working...

Text didn't get a reply? But she hadn't blocked me, so one more shot.

Back in my room, I paced, simulating how to handle if she came at me emotionally.

This was a legit fight to reclaim big bro authority.

'Wonder what a guy with real siblings would say.'

Probably beat the crap out of 'em to set things straight?

That's all I'd overheard, but it couldn't be that simple.

I tidied up while checking my phone.

Casually opening the gallery to check today's pics, I froze in shock.

...What the hell.

Over 5,000 creepshots. Targeting the student council president? Dude had no sense of self-preservation.

Had to be the original protagonist of Onahole Academy, 'Gu Sanghyeok', who'd done this.

Scrolling down confirmed no real dirt on her, but...

The angles were straight-up sleazy.

You could see the effort to make her white pants hug her ass curves look pornographic.

And deepfake porn with her face swapped in.

Other folders were packed with upskirt shots of random academy girls.

'......'

But the real horror?

Files named after my sisters.

Gotta check, right...?

Living together gave plenty of chances to catch them off-guard.

Thankfully, nothing crossed the line. Closest was a glimpse of Serena's panties, barely caught.

Most were blurry, like he'd gotten busted mid-snap.

But still...

Nov 1: Stella's red polka-dot panties

Nov 2: Stella's white cotton panties post-workout, still musky

'This is...'

Couldn't get shots of her directly, so he spread the panties and snapped 'em.

Legendary creep.

The galgame goddess wouldn't let her heroines get tainted before Onahole Academy even started,

so the pervy stuff on Hena or the sisters probably ended there...

But if I hadn't possessed this body?

Thinking that way, the game's lore hit Gu Sanghyeok's family hardest.

Serena and Stella.

My scrolling finger wouldn't stop.

Not enjoying it—just confirming what went down with my own eyes.

This was a galgame world anyway.

Not like I could rage over stuff like this...

"En. Come out here a sec."

"Yessir!"

En appeared.

"With karma like this, even if I groveled, fixing relationships would be impossible."

"Relationship fixes? Easy peasy."

"Anything besides turning my sister into an onahole?"

"Actually, I came up with a new method!"

Of course.

After screwing me over with the student council event, no way she'd leave me hanging.

Goddess through and through.

"What's that?"

"Hehe, don't freak out! Ta-da!"

The goddess extended a hand glowing with light, granting me a new authority.

"......"

"With this, even a cheeky sis who won't listen turns into an instant mouth-pussy service machine! Anytime fellatio time, big dick bliss!"

"No..."

What the—

"Don't stick weird crap in my skill tree! This deactivates, right?"

"Whyyyy. I worked hard on Lucky Pervert too!"

"Lucky Pervert, Fellatio Anywhere, sister-onahole maker—got anything else?!"

"......Hypno app? Oh, wait, that's the Dragon King's authority, so no..."

"Is every solution in this world just rape?!"

Right now, big bro here wants to atone for some massive past sins.

And the goddess pulls out Fellatio Anywhere! grinning like an idiot.

Her galgame senses are off the charts, huh?

"Hmm, as long as you get consent somehow, it's not assault, right?"

"If they can't make normal decisions, it is rape. Please, En!"

I opened my status screen, dragging [Fellatio Anywhere] like crazy to ditch it, but it wouldn't budge.

This damn pervert skill.

"But I don't want my heroine hating Sanghyeok either—that's not the plot I want. The bratty sis discipline scenario is delicious!"

"So, rape her?"

"Hehe. Straight-up rape might prick your conscience, so pair it with [Fellatio Anywhere]!"

"Honestly, I'm enjoying bits of this, so I can't complain too hard."

Coming here.

Prettier girls I'd never even chat with back home, and something happened with them.

Four times a day, even.

For that, thanks, goddess. I don't hate the steamy events.

However.

There's a line I can't cross as a human.

"I'm against trampling Stella's will."

"<Fellatio Anywhere>......"

"Not doing it."

"......Hng. I worked so haaard..."

"I get you're making this 'cause you're worried I'll take unfair hits from the false charges... thanks, but..."

Shoving [Fellatio Anywhere] at Stella right now?

That'd end me as a person for real...

"Dropping into this world doesn't turn me into someone else overnight."

I'm not pretending to be a saint or anything.

Sure, I've given in to urges—handjobs from sis, groping classmate tits, chaos from day one.

I just can't accept what I can't accept.

No thanks to rape with a nasty aftertaste.

"If that's your will, Sanghyeok..."

"Got any helpful info?"

"Hmm... Stella's actually super prone to loneliness deep down. She craves a reliable big bro."

"...So I just gotta show her that side."

"Her hidden ero stats are insane too... Once she starts servicing, it's next-level..."

"Whoa, whoa! Don't tell me that!"

En stuck her tongue out playfully.

This girl...

"This has its own charm! Gently caring for onaholes that'd fall in three minutes, building intimacy slow-burn style!"

"...You're a goddess—don't call your own heroines onaholes."

"But if your patience snaps, don't forget [Fellatio Anywhere!]!"

......Take it back.

Handing me this knife and waiting for me to cave—bet she's hoping I do.

Knock knock.

A knock at the door— En vanished in a swirl.

"Come in."