Chapter 1
I'd possessed the very game I'd been hooked on—a humiliation eroge. Well, okay. It was disorienting as hell, sure. But this was such a standard trope in webnovels that I could buy into it. No matter how unrealistic, when it's right in front of you, that's reality.
But of all the characters to possess, it had to be a woman. ...Okay, fine. I'd lived thirty years as a man. Becoming a woman was something I'd never even dreamed of, but whatever—okay. This body was young, strong, and crucially, beautiful. It was way more than worth trading in the body of an average guy who'd started sliding downhill as thirty loomed. Objectively speaking, it was a steal. Never mind whether it was enough to compensate for losing my male identity...
...The real problem came after that.
The game I'd possessed was a humiliation eroge. This was not fucking okay.
In a humiliation eroge, female characters aren't even human. They're tools born solely to become cock-sleeves. Every scrap of personality exists just to get the protagonist's—and the player's—dick hard! Flavor text to keep the jizz factories running nonstop! That's what heroines in eroges are.
The face staring back from the mirror! I remembered it perfectly. Joo Hyowon. The vengeful ghost who'd lost her parents to monsters. A chuunibyou charisma machine wielding light and darkness in tandem, with a katana as her weapon. Black straight hair, an elegant and haughty Eastern beauty face. Not insanely huge tits, but top-tier among the heroines. And those killer legs that really stood out. Loaded with character traits that screamed "targeted," she was genuinely popular outside the game too. Hell, I'd liked her as a player.
But in the communities for players of Big Team Academy, Joo Hyowon's image boiled down to one word: Trash Cunt.
"Don't think you can have my body and claim my heart too." That was the clichéd line she'd spit... only to be spinning her hips furiously on the protagonist's cock three minutes later. A nickname born from that jaw-dropping sight. Laughing my ass off about it from a third-party view on the forums was one thing, but becoming the subject? I'd lose my mind.
I could accept turning into a woman. But shaking my ass on top of some guy? No fucking way.
Get impaled once and immediately go ahegao, fawning all over him? I'd just hang myself. For real.
And this game... it was pretty damn hardcore. The "training" the girls got was brutal—no mercy, no tears spared. Great sales point for a game, but imagining it happening in reality? Even if you think it's blatantly someone else's business, you'd get chills.
So, was there no way to avoid the humiliation?
...Not quite. There was a super easy method. Just don't enroll in the academy.
The reach of the humiliation basically covered the whole academy where the protagonist operated. Skip enrollment altogether, never approach the protagonist, and everything's okay. As the saying goes, a gentleman doesn't linger in dangerous places—bow out gracefully...
If only it were that simple.
The problem was how dangerous spaces outside the academy could be too. Gates opening to erode reality, monster invasions pouring in. Criminal syndicates lurking underground, exploiting the chaos. In the real world, war might spare civilian lives somewhat—barring missiles or airstrikes. But in this world, gates popped up without fixed frontlines.
Living as a civilian here meant handing your life completely to some faceless nobody. At the story's early stage, civilians could scrape by okay. But once the Eight Kings' full invasion hit in the late game... you'd be powerless, praying to the gods with nothing else to do.
On top of that, the Joo Hyowon I'd possessed had top-tier growth potential in the original. Me, skipping the academy? That'd be like tying my own noose.
Damage she'd normally block would spread, and the fallout would hit me too, no doubt. By then, I'd be thinking, "Ah, I should've just joined the academy and powered up."
Enroll in the academy and get humiliated? Or skip it and live trembling under constant life threats?
I'd never faced such a vicious dilemma in my life.
So, was I doomed to pick one helplessly?
...No.
"This world is a humiliation eroge? Not yet, it isn't."
It only counts as a humiliation eroge once the actual humiliation happens. If the protagonist hasn't abused anyone yet, it ain't one.
And it wouldn't happen going forward either.
"Just prevent the protagonist from awakening as a humiliation demon. No need for this pointless agonizing!"
The protagonist wasn't some born rapist obsessed with women. Circumstances screwed him over. Shady third parties egged him on. His mental pillar crumbled.
...And crucially, to save the world, he "trained" the heroines.
Eliminate those triggers, and you're golden, right?
Then I'll eliminate them.
Of course, it'd be a thorny path.
But who gives a shit.
"I'll never get humiliated. And I'll survive no matter what. A doomed heroine's gotta nail both. You ready for that?"
Truth is, I wasn't!
But I had to do it anyway, fuck!!