I Just Wanted to Play an Erotic Game
I only wanted to play an erotic game, but the dark elf and the succubus standing before me—the latter—scrutinized my body with meticulous care before speaking.
“You really were hit with one of our succubus female-transformation rituals, weren’t you? Yet… the degree of perfection I’m seeing in your current physique is so extreme even I wouldn’t dare attempt it. Just whose work are we looking at…?”
The dark elf opened her mouth.
“You said that the moment you regained awareness, you suddenly found yourself here. Could you give us a proper account of the events immediately before and after?”
I wanted to. The problem was I had no idea how. Today, like any other day, I had logged into DL-site hunting for a new erotic title when a window suddenly appeared offering a free copy of Succu♡Life! ~Otherworld Fantasy One-Way Ticket~. The instant I accepted, pink light poured out of the monitor. When I came to my senses, I was like this.
How on earth was I supposed to explain any of that to people who actually lived in a fantasy world?
“W-well… the thing is…”
The frail, feminine voice that left my throat. The long hair that kept spilling into my eyes, annoying me to no end. The completely altered center of gravity I could feel even while sitting. Enduring every last bit of that visceral wrongness, I did my best to explain.
I told them I came from another world—no, that I had been abducted—and that I had no idea why I had been turned into a woman or how I had crossed between worlds.
“You may find this difficult to believe, but…”
I tried to add an anxious disclaimer, but the dark elf shook her head.
“No, I believe you. To be precise, it makes perfect sense. If you truly are an otherworlder, quite a few things fall into place.”
Relief washed over me. At the very least I wouldn’t be branded a liar.
With that weight lifted, I finally had the presence of mind to examine my surroundings. The dark elf wore neat, elegant robes embroidered with golden thread and carried the unmistakable bearing of high station. The succubus, contrary to my expectations, was not dressed particularly provocatively; every gesture radiated poise and absolute confidence.
Yet the curves her body traced were nothing short of violent, and the small wings on her back together with the heart-tipped tail left no doubt as to her race.
The succubus murmured, “If she really is an otherworlder, then…”
The two women exchanged a brief glance. Then the dark elf asked me,
“In that case you possess neither connections nor assets anywhere in this world, let alone within the empire. Correct?”
“Y-yes…”
Hearing the truth spoken aloud suddenly made the future feel impossibly bleak. What was I supposed to do to survive now? Back on Earth my job search had dragged on so long I was no longer sure whether I was a job-seeker or simply unemployed, but at least I had never needed to worry about starving to death.
“U-um… is there any way to send me back to my original world?”
“I am sorry, but no method comes to mind.”
She frowned and folded her arms, the very picture of frustration at her own powerlessness.
“I see…”
“Even if such a method existed, undoing the feminization… Well, you are the specialist. Your thoughts?”
“Impossible. You could drag both the Saint and the Purple Tower Master here and they still couldn’t undo it.”
The succubus frowned and groaned. “Just what kind of monstrous succubus cast this? I would love to meet her…”
“Even the expert says so.”
“Ah…”
Their attitudes made one thing crystal clear: they were not lying to spare my feelings. They genuinely could do nothing. Neither returning me to my own world nor restoring my original body was within their power.
The dark elf spoke again.
“Since matters have reached this point, may I offer one proposal?”
A proposal?
“What is it?”
“What does this compound look like to you?”
“Um… a school?”
There were no people in sight, yet the grounds were filled with newly erected buildings. Was it a newly founded institution?
“Correct. These hastily constructed halls are intended to become an academy with a very special purpose. I am scheduled to assume the role of headmistress.”
“C-congratulations.”
“…You really are a kind-hearted person. In any case, here is my proposal.”
The explanation that followed made me recoil in horror.
“Ehhhhhh!? N-no, I can’t! How could I possibly do something like that!”
The dark elf pressed her palms together, visibly apologetic.
“Please. Is there truly no way you could accept? There is no one else I can entrust with this duty.”
“You have a succubus standing right here!”
“It is true I came for that very purpose, yet frequent relations with a succubus result in subordination. Performing daily sexual relief would be impossible.”
“A-anyway, I can’t do it!”
My face burned crimson.
“H-how… nearly twenty of them… No matter that I’m a woman now, performing sexual relief on girls who have those things…! I absolutely cannot!”
“I am well aware how unreasonable my request is.”
The dark elf headmistress bowed her head to me repeatedly.
“In exchange, I will guarantee you the finest possible life here. Meals, baths, your personal quarters—I will arrange everything to rival the treatment of high royalty…! You will of course receive a generous salary!”
“Uwaaaah……”
“And… I truly did not wish to say this, but.”
The headmistress looked genuinely sorry as she laid the cold truth before me.
“You said yourself you have no acquaintances in this world. With a body like yours, venturing into any village or city would only lead to… I believe you understand what I am implying?”
I did. My head was not filled with flowers. I possessed no physical strength. While I could speak, I could neither read nor write the script of this world. In such a state, how was I supposed to find legitimate work? Without work I would starve, and once hunger set in, I could easily imagine what I would eventually be forced to do.
If I was going to have to spread my legs to survive either way, it was far wiser to do so for women rather than dirty old men. The treatment would surely be better, too.
Besides, I had no idea what public order was like in this world. In the worst case I could end up a bandit’s sex slave—or, given the presence of other races, a goblin breeding pouch. A textbook bad end straight out of an erotic game.
“Uuuugh…”
There was no helping it. I could not allow my current discomfort and confusion to push me into a stupid decision.
“Auu… It really isn’t the sort of thing one does while in their right mind, though…!”
There was no helping it. Fine. I would simply close my eyes and—
The succubus tilted her head.
“Hm? So if you’re not in your right mind, it’s acceptable?”
“Pardon…?”
“What you were about to say… perhaps you meant—”
After further discussion, we reached an agreement.
The most solemn and magnificent empire—blessed by the seven most exalted gods with favor spanning ten thousand years, having achieved the grand unification of human and demonkind, and standing as the greatest realm across all three continents—faced a single trial.
A bewildering curse began to spread: certain women were suddenly transformed into futanari. The cause remains unknown. Every victim was a young woman of exceptional beauty from a distinguished house. Neither treatment nor cure was possible.
Two weeks after the outbreak, a special academy was erected in a remote corner of the empire. Previous academic records were disregarded. There were no racial restrictions. There were no age restrictions. Enrollment was permitted solely to those futanari upon whom the curse had manifested.
Rumors circulated that the institution was little more than quarantine. Nevertheless—whether by choice, by coercion, or some combination of both—every victim of the futanari curse within the empire gathered at the academy.
As of opening day, their number stood at nineteen.
And on that same day, which also served as the entrance ceremony, they encountered one very special person.
At first she was merely an outlet for their desires, but before long she became the singular existence who stole all their hearts.
When the students first learned an entrance ceremony would be held, their reactions were largely negative. What was the point of this meaningless school play? Still, despite their grumbling, all nineteen students dragged themselves out of their dormitory rooms at the appointed time.
Because the headmistress of this sham academy was a grand mage whose name was known throughout the world.
And because that same grand mage had declared:
A few considered rebelling, but quickly realized it would be pointless and gave up.
The students who trickled into the auditorium glanced at one another, each thinking the same things: She’s here too? or So she was afflicted as well…
Without exception, the victims of the futanari curse were daughters of high nobility—young women who were either princesses of the empire’s major vassal states or of equivalent standing. It was a gathering so illustrious it would have been nearly impossible to assemble on purpose. They all shared one shameful commonality: something foreign had sprouted between their legs.
Thus, even after assembling in the auditorium, none of them spoke. On the contrary, being awkwardly acquainted only magnified their shame rather than offering any comfort of shared suffering.
Into that heavy, unpleasant silence the headmistress finally appeared.
“Thank you all for gathering.”
She cut straight to the point. She had lived long enough to read the room instantly.
“Gyeoul, please step forward.”
“Yes.”
The woman who calmly followed the headmistress onto the dais caused every futanari present to freeze solid. They could neither breathe nor swallow. A heavy shock slammed into their skulls, then plummeted straight down, coiling in their lower bellies as a dull, heavy, throbbing desire.
“This is Gyeoul, the Sexual Relief Committee Member assigned to all of you.”
The headmistress’s voice rang out through the heated silence.
“She is currently under self-administered hypnosis, therefore I shall provide all necessary explanations on her behalf.”