The Veil Lifts, and the World Breaks
As the veil of light slowly lifted, her silhouette finally sharpened beneath the sunlight. In that instant, the villagers’ hearts seemed to stop as one. A single thread of silence stretched across the square.
The moment her face was revealed, everything was overwhelmed. It was a transcendent sculptural beauty no human tongue could ever fully capture.
“Aigoo… that ain’t no beauty, that’s a bolt of lightning! My heart’s fixin’ to burst right out my chest!”
Her delicate jawline looked as though a master craftsman had spent decades polishing a single crystal. The eyes set perfectly within it sparkled like the brightest star plucked straight from the night sky. Deep blue pupils resembled the bottomless depths of a sunken lake, pulling the minds of anyone who gazed into them.
“Whoa… my eyeballs just caught fire. Ain’t no way I’ll ever look at another face again.”
Her nose was sharp yet graceful, the perfect central axis that balanced the entire face. Her lips glistened as though they still held the morning dew of a freshly bloomed rose. Even before a single word left them, a sweet melody seemed to linger in the air.
“Heh… is that the gates of heaven openin’, or hell? Where in tarnation am I bein’ dragged off to now?”
Her skin glowed whiter than snow yet carried a faint warmth, like silk bathed in dawn’s first light. Silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, scattering cool radiance with every breath of wind. Each curve seemed to bend the very flow of air around her.
“My heart ain’t just thumpin’—it’s explodin’ like fireworks. I ain’t gonna last long like this.”
Breaths caught in throats. Then—
Thud—!!
Thud. Thud.
Only moments earlier, I had stepped out of a dazzling tunnel between worlds and arrived in a village. Sunlight sparkled like shattered glass, wrapping around my body as I stood alone on a golden field, looking as though I had fallen straight from the sky.
The village was simple—low thatched roofs, laundry swaying in the breeze, the mingled scent of dust and earth along the paths. That quiet was soon broken by approaching footsteps.
People gathered, eyes fixed on me. Surprise, suspicion, and unconcealed fear flickered across their faces. Trembling voices rode the wind.
At that moment, silver hair fluttered in the breeze, slicing the sunlight into thin shards. The light felt like delicate crystal fragments scattering, flashing and seeping into every gaze.
“That hair… it’s silver! She ain’t human!”
The villagers’ breaths caught all at once.
“Huuuuh!!”
Hair flowed down my shoulders and back, each strand catching and reflecting light as though alive. My skin was transparent and fragile like the inner petals of a cherry blossom. The line from fingertips to nape to collarbone was impossibly smooth.
“Huu… that’s…”
“Is she… even human?”
“A witch…? Or a messenger of the gods?”
Their lips trembled. Their eyes wavered. They looked as though they had witnessed something that had crossed the boundary of the afterlife and fallen to earth.
I cautiously touched my own body. The glittering hair on my shoulders, skin like moonlight, curves that felt strangely different from before… I was a stranger even to myself.
‘Is this really what I look like…?’
The villagers’ gazes had been filled with caution and suspicion. But the moment the words left my lips—“I’m no witch, just a beauty… Hmph♥”—their expressions crumbled.
“Huuuuh…!”
Thud!
Breaths burst out in disbelief. Suppressed screams hung in the air. Heels struck the dirt—thud, thud—as the village square filled with scattered footsteps. Some collapsed with nosebleeds; others stood wide-eyed, hands shaking.
“Aaaah, my heart’s doin’ the breakdance! My blood pressure just shot through the roof!”
I stood there dazed. All I had done was speak, yet this was the reaction?
A gentle wind blew, but the atmosphere among the people grew chaotic. Breathing turned ragged. Those clutching their chests and collapsing muttered as though they had seen divine revelation.
Then the light faded completely, and my full appearance was revealed. The villagers’ reactions reached their peak.
“What the fuck—?!”
I screamed in shock. The square had turned into a sea of blood. People lay collapsed, blood streaming from their noses.
I was stunned.
‘They all passed out… and nosebleeds too…!!’
So this was the power of a heroine whose appearance was literally broken?
And I had to remember—this game was a dark, depraved erotic game, and I was its most beautiful female protagonist.
I looked down at the villagers sprawled before me in a fan-shaped heap.
“E-excuse me… Is everyone all right?!”
The instant I voiced concern, I regretted it. My voice, like heavenly music, seemed to resurrect the men.
The fallen village youths rose all at once, like a horde of zombies. Their eyes were strange—hungry wolves that had just spotted prey.
“Haa… haa…!! Aigoo, miss! Marry me! You’re the only one who can change this farmer’s fate!!”
“Hah, listen to this fool! That beauty’s mine! Your sorry fields couldn’t handle her!”
“Aigoo, my heart’s givin’ out! I’ll sell every calf I own just to make her my bride!”
“Shut your trap! That face is wasted on your cow! I’m grabbin’ her first!”
“Kyaaaah… I shouldn’t have woken them up!!”
I backed away in panic. ‘What on earth is happening?’ But the next thought followed immediately: ‘Ah, this is how the game’s story goes…’
The youths closed in. I had no idea what to do. Then one suddenly grabbed my arm.
“Aigoo… so soft. Miss, may I ask your name…?”
I froze for a moment. Then the protagonist’s name slipped from my lips.
“S-Sera… Sera Heartsoul.”
The youth’s eyes sparkled.
“…Sera. Sera Heartsoul?”
Their gazes grew even more lecherous. A terrible premonition made my body tremble.
“Darlin’, even your name is pretty.”
“Sera… such a beautiful name. Will you be my wife?”
I shook my head in panic, but more youths surged forward.
“No! Sera’s mine!”
“No, she’s mine!”
A fight broke out among them. I tried to slip away in the chaos, but someone grabbed my waist.
“Don’t run, Sera. You belong to all of us!!”
Terrified, I screamed.
“Hiii…! No! Let me go!”
My words never reached them. Hands began groping my body. I squeezed my eyes shut. ‘Is this real? Or just a nightmare?’ But the sensations were far too vivid.
“Heh heh… Shall we have some fun now?!”
“Hee… what an incredibly lewd beauty.”
One youth licked his lips. I begged desperately.
“Hngh…! D-don’t do this. P-please…!”
They didn’t listen. In less than a minute, I was pinned beneath one of them. Multiple hands began roaming my body—breasts, thighs, and… there…!
I gasped for breath.
Slurp, huff… slurp slurp.
“Hngh… ah… mmm…”
A moan escaped my lips without permission. Heat began spreading through my body. This feeling was new. My body was reacting against my will.
“Aah… hngh, my body feels strange…”
Under the rough, exploring hands of the village youths, my mind gradually went white. Heat built steadily, and my breathing turned lewd. I struggled desperately.
“Hii…! N-no…!!!”
But it was useless. My resistance was nothing but an echo in the wind. Their many hands never faltered—instead, they gripped me tighter.
“Nooo! Let go!”
I couldn’t move. Then one youth’s fingers brushed the skin near my chest. The touch was like a hot flame, gently yet obscenely caressing my breasts.
Squish—♥, squish—♡
A fingertip rubbed my nipple. My waist twisted like an eel struck by lightning.
“Mmph! Hngh… aaah…♡”