Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 1
Chapter Title: Way to Survive
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What the hell is going on?
"Looks like it's finally starting."
"What do we do? I still can't believe this is real."
"Same here. Just sitting is making me nervous."
The conversation from the female students sitting next to me. Their voices were buzzing with excitement.
In this massive auditorium packed with hundreds of students, I was the only one with a serious expression.
My name is Kim Ian.
Twenty-eight-year-old guy, working as a programmer at a game company.
Hobbies are watching movies and dramas, favorite food is chicken.
My dream was to win the lottery... but not anymore.
Now, my one wish is...
'Someone, anyone—tell me why the hell I'm here.'
Why!
"Please quiet down, everyone."
I'd just finished a grueling day at work and was getting ready to head home!
"We will now..."
After months without a break, I was thrilled at the thought of enjoying my precious weekend!
"...begin the freshman orientation ceremony for Scarlet Magic Women's University."
Did I get sucked into the game I made?!
"Woooah!"
The cheers and applause from the students were deafening.
My face, on the other hand, grew even darker.
Scarlet Fantasia.
The game my company poured massive funding and years into developing.
Our masterpiece, finally approved and on the verge of release.
And I'm inside it.
How is that even possible?
No clue. My last memory was prepping to leave work, then... nothing.
But it's not a dream.
The vivid sensations all over my body are unmistakably real.
What do I do? Calm down. Stay calm. First, let's review the game.
Scarlet Fantasia is a male-oriented simulation game.
Players pick one student from Scarlet Magic Women's University, raise her, and aim to make her the ultimate mage.
Every student has her own story, allowing multiple playthroughs with branching routes and endings based on player choices.
And, and... damn it, my heart's pounding too loud. I can't think straight.
"Haa... shit."
There's a reason I'm this anxious.
I've possessed the one and only male playable character in this game.
It's not that I'm disappointed about not getting a pretty girl character. This is way worse.
Scarlet Magic Women's University only admits women, as the name implies.
Aimed at a male audience, every character—even the chairman and guards—is female.
The character I'm in was added later for some reason, and as the sole guy, he has one standout trait.
No matter the route, he always dies.
Death comes in various flavors. Killed by someone with a grudge against his family. Possessed by a black mage, commits atrocities, and gets executed. Stumbles on a mage family's secret and gets silenced.
Point is, there's no ending where this guy survives.
Even if you play other characters, he dies during the story for some reason.
Who added this guy?
My ex-girlfriend and the game's director, Gu Hyejin.
Why?
To get back at her ex—me.
We were the office power couple, but broke up three months ago over personality clashes. She's still pissed.
So she abused her director privileges, made another programmer create a character with my name and looks, and scripted a bunch of death routes.
What a petty bitch. And she's thirty.
Bitching about my ex won't help.
I need a way to survive this game.
Train hard in magic, get so strong no one can kill me?
But this character...
I pulled out the phone from my pocket.
The game's world is just like our modern one.
Except magic exists, and smartphones and cars run on mana.
In-game phones display character stats and messages, so I'll see it often.
...Yeah, trash as expected.
Magic stats at rock bottom, no spells available.
And that debuff? All abilities cut by 50%?
The only upside is being twenty again.
Shoving my phone back, I felt my ex's grudge all over again.
Getting strong to protect myself? Off the table thanks to her pettiness.
So what now?
No ideas coming, anxiety building—
"Next up, a welcome address from our top incoming student, Selena Branzel."
She stepped onto the stage amid thunderous applause.
Her lightly waved golden hair and graceful poise screamed high-class lady.
But those full, heaving breasts and wide hips exuded raw sensuality, clashing with her elegance.
Selena Branzel.
As the programmer, I knew the story and characters inside out, even if not in detail.
Heiress to the Branzel Family, one of the powerhouse conglomerates here.
With her own talent and family backing, she's expected to become the greatest mage.
Damn, she's gorgeous. A flawless beauty you won't find in real life.
Normally, I'd fantasize about sleeping with her. Not now.
I'm on track to die unjustly. Fantasies are pointless.
Oblivious to my turmoil, the orientation proceeded smoothly.
My expression grew more lifeless by the minute.
Two weeks later.
Classes over, I walked the school hallway.
"Haa..."
A sigh escaped. No survival plan in two weeks.
Felt like it would stay that way. Heart heavy.
"Hold on, stop right there."
A voice made me look up from the floor.
It was Selena. The heiress from orientation.
Her uniform strained against her impressive chest today too.
Academy students wore uniforms, not school uniforms—adult, suit-like designs since everyone was of age.
"Ian Drakhin, walking the halls with such a scary face? Other students might get frightened."
Here we go again.
"If the chairman hadn't slipped up and let you in, a guy like you wouldn't even set foot here. Knowing that, you should avoid bothering others, right?"
She's in my class, and since day one, she's picked fights relentlessly.
Reason? She hates that a guy's in her all-girls school.
"Really, what was the chairman thinking? She surely knows how vile and beastly men are."
Two weeks taught me she sees all men as lust-driven single-celled animals.
"From now on, stick to the walls in hallways. Hide your face if possible. Thanks."
What's wrong with my face? I've had more girlfriends than not since school. Decent looks.
Plus, twenty-year-old me got a youth buff.
Her refined lady talk made it sting more.
Nothing I could do. Causing a scene just flags more death omens.
I brushed past her and kept walking.
She yelled something behind me. I ignored it.
Clomp clomp—
"Oh, Ian."
Teacher Michelle!
This is university, but structured like high school.
Classes divided into homerooms with advisors.
Instructors called "teacher," not professors.
Michelle Wayneis, our homeroom teacher—warm, maternal, trusted by all.
The wingless angel of Scarlet Magic University, greeting every student with a kind smile.
But her face looking at me now... oddly shadowed.
"I've been looking for you. Can we talk privately?"
In Teacher Michelle's private office.
We sat across her desk. She spoke first.
"Sorry to call you suddenly. How's school treating you?"
"Yeah, uh..."
"I'm worried about you, Ian. If something's wrong, can I help?"
Sob. The wingless angel indeed.
Her warm words nearly brought tears after so long.
Last two weeks, I was a walking corpse.
No appetite, no libido—just anxiety and fear.
Can't stay sane waiting for certain death after losing normal life.
Kind teacher couldn't ignore it.
But I shook my head. Grateful, but she's game NPC—can't fix this.
"It's nothing."
"Nothing? Your face says otherwise. What's going on?"
"..."
"Hard to talk about, huh."
She stood, approached, grabbed my arm—and hugged me.
"Mmph!?"
I squirmed in shock; she hugged tighter.
"Poor thing... If you don't want to talk, that's fine. Can I comfort you like this instead?"
Aah, melting under her mentor's grace.
I stopped resisting, nestled in. Her sweet scent enveloped me.
"Teacher!"
Face buried in her ample breasts, arms around her slim waist.
The soft woman's body—pure comfort.
"There. If you want to cry, go ahead."
Not flustered, she stroked my head.
Her pure intent to console—oblivious to how stimulating it was for me.
"No matter what, I'm on your side."
...My side?
A flash hit me.
Something a coworker said: all this character's deaths are murders.
Not suicide or accident—killed by others.
So, make my killers my allies?
Or someone who can protect me from them?
Boost my survival odds?
That thought hit—
Bzzz.
Phone vibrated. No one to contact, but I excused myself from her embrace and checked.
What? Scrolling down shocked me more.
Teacher's testimony kills me?
Instinct screamed: make her my ally.
Even if I learn black magic, she'd perjure for me at the tribunal.
Win her heart, make her love me? No. Hearts change. Like my ex.
"What's wrong? You okay?"
Her concerned beauty shone—ruby-red hair, soft eyes, pretty face.
Her plain teacher suit turned AV cosplay by those massive tits and ass.
...Her body.
Claim her body itself.
Before her mind decides, make her body crave me. Instinctively unable to defy.
I wasn't fully confident, but I trusted myself.
Proof? The monster between my legs, up to 25cm.
Post-breakup, three months of despair: slept with most women I saw.
All fell to my size and stamina.
They'd say, "If men have legendary cocks, yours is it."
Why'd my ex dump me?
Virgin-till-marriage type. Hand or mouth yes, sex never.
We fought over it.
Men turn beast at big tits and ass; women become bitches for thick cock.
Teacher Michelle's a woman too.
Engrave pleasure deep in that lush body. Make her my bitch.
One month left? Plenty.
Others fell in a day.
Even shorter, I'd choose the same.
My life's on the line.
"...Teacher Michelle."
"Yes?"
"Actually, I have something bothering me."