Chapter 0
A certain sage once said.
‘Don't play adult games.’
Those words were utterly shocking.
Some looked back on their lives and wept.
Others found the courage to face the hardships ahead.
This was what he said.
Love. Go out, meet women, fall in love. Love, um, anyway, just love!
That's right. We're all creatures capable of love.
We're the kind of people who go out, go on blind dates, date, and get married.
...Or so I thought.
Until I went on the first blind date of my life.
She was a woman I'd met on a dating app.
With my body wrecked from construction day labor, I traveled two whole hours by public transit to the place we'd agreed to meet.
I didn't mind that she was late.
I'd already resigned myself to paying for the entire meal.
In fact, the mood wasn't bad, and we traded plenty of jokes.
As the blind date was wrapping up, the woman beamed at me and said, ‘I've never met anyone so kind and sweet!’
In my heart, I gave the sage a grateful full-body bow.
Because I, too, could fall in love.
Just as we were about to part ways.
A man who claimed to be her boyfriend showed up.
The man looked back and forth between the woman and me.
I still remember his gaze.
A gaze full of disgust, as if he were looking at rotten fish.
The man said something or other to the woman, then left, and she sank to the ground where she stood and shouted at me.
She shouted, ‘Why did you suggest we eat here?’ ‘Why did you keep me here until this late?’ and ‘I regret meeting a loser like you.’
She hurled all those words at me.
So I answered her, too.
‘You picked the place.’ ‘You chatted along with me.’ ‘You said you liked me because I was kind.’ ‘I regret it too, bitch.’
And so, after fighting with her, I headed home.
On the way, I pathetically searched online for things like ‘how to stop being a loser.’
...Well, I didn't care anymore.
This blind date had taught me something fucking huge.
Love really is all bullshit, and if you stupidly think someone likes you, you'll just end up with some bitch who keeps you on the hook.
Mm, I should just live however the fuck I want.
Bang! I slammed the door and stepped into my apartment, where a dark studio greeted me.
But I didn't even turn on the lights; I went straight to my computer desk.
Gotta do what I gotta do.
I turned on the computer. Click, click.
In the dark room, only the monitor lit up the space.
A diligent college student would normally take the bed route, but tonight I needed to calm myself down.
Because I didn't think I could sleep even if I lay down.
So what was I doing right now?
Just listening to classical music.
With an adult game on the side.
-Aah, mm, ah! S-stop! Ngh!
I had to finish the game I'd nearly beaten, so I couldn't resist booting it up even though I had to go to work early tomorrow.
Listening to that sage got me fucked over. Maybe I should be playing adult games instead?
No matter how I looked at it, this was the right answer.
And so, in the quiet room, only the moans of the final boss, the Demon King, echoed.
A virgin, despite being the Demon King of Lust.
On top of that, watching the Demon King get helplessly ravished by the Hero was quite a sight.
The Demon King probably wasn't weak.
The Hero's skills were just so absurdly overpowered that the Demon King couldn't use a single ability before getting taken down.
That's just how adult games are.
By the latter half, all the lewd skills get unlocked, and the final boss eventually loses to the protagonist and gets a lewd ending.
That was how it had gone in every one I'd played so far.
But this adult game even had a skill that rewrote common sense, so in the end the whole world was under the Hero's control.
In other words, this world was the Hero's playground.
Kill whoever you want, rape whoever you want.
-Guh, I...! Ngh, do you think I'll give up...?!
Even before that Hero, the Demon King-chan refused to give up.
Ugh...! A wave of emotion wells up, rising and falling.
Then, for a moment, something came to mind.
A college student in a dark studio apartment, listening to Chopin's Nocturnes and shedding tears for the noble Demon King. Yeah, fuck. This is making me cringe so hard.
Sigh... This is all because of that shitty blind date.
Normally, this sort of absurdity wouldn't happen, but maybe because I was tired, my brain pointlessly rendered me in third person.
I seriously want to die.
In my mind, the fantasy of getting hit by a truck and reincarnating as the Hero was already playing out.
How much time passed like that?
The once-noble Demon King had become a sight too awful to look at any longer.
Normally, I'd quit the game and go to sleep around now, but today I kept watching the scene before me, sinking into it.
Well, I do feel a little bad for her. Should I stop here?
Thinking that, I pushed my wheeled chair a little away from the computer desk to stretch.
Rrrr.
Just as I was rolling backward.
The monitor displaying the Demon King was spinning round and round.
What was that? The ending credits?
I stared blankly at the screen. Whoa.
No, um, something's wrong with my body right now...
I can barely breathe, and my heart's pounding like a marathon runner who's just finished 42 kilometers.
In my ears, instead of classical music and moans, I could already hear the thump-thump-thump of the drums of liberation.
I realized in an instant. I was dying right now.
Shit! I don't have much time left!
It was so hard to even send a distress call on my phone.
But if I sent a distress call with an adult game right in front of me, I'd be socially dead.
A true lose-lose: death either way.
No matter what I chose, I'd die in some sense.
But in the end, that dilemma was pointless.
Because I'd already picked an option.
The ‘think’ option.
In the end, my body gave out without saving a thing.
Oh, shi——
***
Flash!
I opened my eyes and sat up from where I had been lying.
Fortunately, it seemed I hadn't died.
But where was this?
Looking around, it didn't seem like a hospital.
It was a room that called to mind the bedroom of a luxurious mansion from a fantasy movie.
There was even a maid staring at me in shock.
“T-The Demon King has been resurrected!!!!!”
Shouting that, the crazed maid ran out the door.
No, if a patient wakes up, shouldn't you explain the situation first?
Maybe because my head was still muddled, it felt heavier than usual.
But the Demon King? Is there another patient here besides me? What an unusual name.
Still, even after I took a closer look around the room, there was no one here but me.
Then I noticed the hand mirror beside the bed.
I slowly looked at myself in the mirror.
“What the fuck.”
A clear, high-pitched voice.
In the mirror was the Demon King I'd just been watching get thoroughly ravished.