For the True Ending
[Harin, what was it you wanted to say? Lately, your records haven’t been coming out very well?]
[N-no, sir… It’s not that….]
[Then what is it? Is it your grades? Don’t worry about that. As your coach for the athletic special admissions track, I’m going to make sure you get into college.]
[It’s not that!]
Man, she really had no idea where this was going right up to the end.
That was the best part.
[U-um… I, I wish you wouldn’t talk to the other girls, sir….]
[What? Haha, now that’s a joke. How am I supposed to not talk to the students? Should I call attendance in sign language? Hahaha!]
[I’m serious! It’s not that!]
Oh? Did she get there? Did she get there?
[──I fucking hate the way other bitches keep getting all over you, sir!!!]
Fwooo—! The profanity from an honor student in the athletic special admissions program! Now that was rare!
[W-what? Harin, what do you think you’re saying in front of your teacher…?]
[What, do you think because I’m always giggling like an idiot that I’m just some obedient model student? Is that why you were holding hands and eating lunch with other girls in front of me?]
[No…, th-that was only as your teacher….]
[Then the things you did for me too…! That was all…! H-hic, you mean that was all just because you were my teacher?!]
[…….]
Hmm… it was about time for this part.
Beep!
There it was!
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Let’s see now… which one is the right choice?
Is it this one?
Beep.
[Harin, what do you mean by that?]
[……Huh?]
[Of course I was taking care of you as your teacher. You’re my precious …student.]
[…….]
There, there, there, there!
Ha! Look at that murderous look in her eyes!! I really do pick choices well!
[Teacher….]
[I’m sorry. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you just said. …From here on out, I’ll be more careful about keeping my distance.]
[T-teacher….]
[Now then… go calm down a little.]
All right, Harin. Let’s see how you answer this! What kind of hell are you going to rain down on this pathetic teacher of yours?
[───Thwack!]
“Oh, wow….”
That was more than I expected.
[Hah, hah, hah.]
[Ugh, u-uh….]
[Teacher….]
[H-Harin… t-that’s enough….]
[──Did I rape you or something?]
[Harin…! I…!]
[You were fucking loving it too, Teacher.]
[…….]
[Then it was consensual between us. Got it?]
[…….]
[Answer me if you don’t want to get hit again.]
[Y-yeah, right, it was consensual, we did it by consent….]
[Heheh….]
That idiot is really making him say it.
Then again, if I’d been beaten like that, I probably would’ve said it too.
[Then, Teacher… next time, let’s do it by mutual consent again.]
[…….]
[I love you, Teacher.]
A few lines of narration followed.
Basically, after that, Harin kept him pinned down and made things go very badly.
Along with some pretty intense CG, the teacher passed by looking both blissful and miserable at once.
And then, at the very end—
[In the end, I was dragged before the disciplinary committee because Beom-su reported me. For having an improper relationship with a student.]
[I didn’t deny it.]
[It was all my fault for making Harin that way.]
[I simply wasn’t qualified to be a teacher….]
[My life, from here on out…….]
“Ha… that was amazing.”
At the sight of the bad ending screen before me, I leaned back in my chair.
That had been quite a long battle....
With that, I’d confirmed every single bad ending in the game True Teacher.
True Teacher.
A school-setting simulation game that had recently become wildly popular.
The premise was simple.
—Become a homeroom teacher and guide the students in your assigned class down the best possible path!
It was a game about making the right choices in students’ events so they could reach the best possible future and succeed.
But.
Most players who picked it up …never saw the happy ending.
And the reason was obvious.
“The eroge quality is insane.”
Because it was an eroge.
And what was an eroge?
Obviously, a game where you looked at sexy scenes.
And ironically, in True Teacher, those sexy scenes only existed on the bad ending routes.
Not all bad endings, of course.
Only after you raised a student’s favorability too high, then picked the wrong choice.
In other words, it was a game where crossing the line with a student meant getting fucked.
That was why most players never saw the happy ending.
In fact, the number of players who had achieved the True Ending was still zero.
Well, that made sense.
A True Ending you could only see if you guided every student who appeared in an event to the best possible future?
The hell was an eroge player supposed to do with that?
…That said, even so, there were plenty of people who tried for the True Ending in a game this well made.
And yet the clear rate for the True Ending remained at zero.
“This game is incredible, so why? It even changes every student’s personal story with AI every run.”
That was the crazy part about the game’s quality.
When you finished one playthrough and started over from the beginning, every student became a different student.
Technology really was something else these days.
They even changed the character designs, the eroge CG, and the voice actors every time.
It was a game that left me stunned by its technical polish.
“Hmm… then should I try for the True Ending once?”
A game this well made wasn’t something you found every day, eroge or not.
For some reason, my gamer spirit had started burning.
“All right! Let’s go all night!”
So I clicked New Game.
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A challenge for the True Ending has been detected.
Special features for the True Ending will be included in a new start.
Do you accept?
[ YES / NO ]
“What? I’ve never seen this before.”
I’d never even seen this screen on any related community forum.
It even knew I was trying for the True Ending.
Was this some kind of AI breakthrough…?
It was a game that kept surprising me in every way.
“A bonus or something? Yeah, that’d be nice.”
I admired the developer’s sense of style once more.
And then I clicked YES without hesitation.
ㅇ ㅇ ㅇ
“Teacher Yoon Ha-neul.”
“…….”
“Teacher Yoon Ha-neul?”
“…….”
“Teacher Yoon Ha-neul!”
“Ah, y-yes?”
Startled by someone calling me, I looked around.
What the hell… where was this?
The staff room?
“You’re already dozing off on the first day of the semester? At that rate, how are you supposed to teach the kids?”
“Uh, uhh….”
And the man speaking to me from the seat beside mine looked strangely familiar.
I was sure I’d seen that face often somewhere before….
“Uh…? Vice Princ—”
“What? Vice Principal?”
“V-vice Principal!”
“Hmm, looks like you’re still half asleep. Hurry up and wash your face, then go see the students! It’s the first day of the important new student semester!”
“…….”
Something was wrong.
The vice principal I sometimes saw while playing True Teacher was speaking to me in the flesh.
The students changed every run, but the teachers stayed the same.
And especially this vice principal—his bald head and the mole on his forehead were so distinctive there was no mistaking him.
What the hell is going on…?
With the help of a pretty female teacher beside me, I grabbed the attendance book and left the first-year staff room.
Before heading to the classroom, I stopped by the restroom.
But…
From the school hallway to the teachers’ bathroom, everything looked familiar.
“My face is definitely my face….”
I splashed cold water on my face, but I still didn’t wake up.
And so, in that dazed state, I somehow found myself walking down a school corridor I knew too well.
Before the classroom door of Class 1-C, the room I’d entered over and over again in the game.
It’s a dream. It has to be a dream. If I open this door, some ridiculous other world is going to unfold or something. ...It has to be.
And the moment I put my hand on the door and pulled it open—
Beep!
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You have become the homeroom teacher of Class 1-C at Geumbit High School!
Spend a year at school, interact with all kinds of children, and guide your students onto the right path!
m The True Ending destination has been detected.
Any ending other than the True Ending will be regarded as a bad ending.
We hope you will raise your students into admirable adults.
“Fuck… I’m screwed….”
The moment I saw the message, I knew.
This wasn’t a misunderstanding.
It was exactly the same as the message that appeared when you entered the class after starting the game, word for word.
The only difference was that a line about the True Ending destination had been added.
This wasn’t a dream.
This was reality.
“Did you hear that…?”
“He just said fuck….”
“Oh, the Fuck of the Republic of Korea. Korean teachers are tough.”
“He is a teacher, right…?”
“Scary….”
“Wow, he’s laying down the law on the first day.”
Beyond the door, the new students who had entered Geumbit High School this year filled the classroom to the brim.
At the same time, an alert appeared.
Beep!
…….
Probably because of that curse I just muttered.
Starting off by getting fucked….
After checking the message, I walked as calmly as I could to the podium.
The students stared at me blankly.
Every one of them looked like a beauty who could have debuted as an idol or an actress anywhere.
Geumbit High School was co-ed, but each class was split by gender.
That meant every student in the class I’d been assigned to was a girl.
Beep!
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A commemorative first moment with your cute students!
It’s time for the teacher’s memorable self-introduction.
Auto mode is fine, but you can also appeal to your own charm directly?
“Hoo….”
After checking the message that popped up again, I took a steady breath.
The current situation was dizzying enough.
But for now, there was only one thing I needed to do.
I can’t start off by tanking my respect.
The first meeting between a homeroom teacher and their students.
I could let an automatic line play here, sure, but that wasn’t the proper way to clear this stage.
There was a way to score points right from the start.
“My name is Yoon Ha-neul. From today on, I’ll be your homeroom teacher for the next year.”
Tap, tap.
Instead of my name, I wrote just two characters on the blackboard.
They were Freedom.
“I don’t want you to become students who only get good grades. And I don’t want you to become students who simply do as they’re told, either.”
I kept my words from stumbling as much as possible.
I tried not to let them hear how tense I was.
Calmly.
Damn, actually saying this out loud is fucking hard.
“What I want is only one thing: freedom. …I hope you all become students who can freely spread your wings and chase your dreams.”
There!
I didn’t trip over my words!
And the tone was gentle, too!
So what was the result?
“Ooh….”
“Maybe this teacher is actually kind of okay…?”
“Did I hear that wrong just now?”
“I’m kind of moved….”
“Wow, freedom! As expected of America’s ally, Korea!”
Beep!
...Phew.
Thankfully, I’d recovered the class’s respect just like I’d hoped.
Wait. But…
No, fuck, why is favorability going up…!
Not a great start.