Woo woo woo…
After pressing the power button, I settled into my chair.
[Hero of Academy]
Last Played: Yesterday
Play Time: 494.2 hours
Achievements: 112/113
"Finally, the end is right in front of me."
Looking at the screen, Sora wore a proud expression. It was a famous adult RPG known for its incredible character modeling, graphics, and story. As an R-rated game, the combat was visceral, but the "rewards" were what really drew players in.
Ever since Academy's Hero was released, Sora had poured his soul into it, even skipping his part-time jobs. For over a month, his routine was simple: eat, game, sleep, repeat. He'd gone through quite a few rolls of toilet paper during that time.
"I've earned this."
Before launching the game, Sora hopped onto the internet. He headed straight for the
Asami Minor Gallery, a community dedicated to the game.
Title: (Spoiler-Free) Going to see the ending today.
Nickname: Asami's Unemployed Simp
Attached: A screenshot of his 494-hour playtime and near-complete achievement list.
Asami was the final boss of the game, though most players mistook her for a minor extra who briefly appears in the beginning. Within seconds, the comments started rolling in.
Wait, you're seeing the ending already?
Review please!
I'm not even halfway through. Are there really people this obsessed? lol
Asami-simper is back, but isn't Laysha better?
Sora smiled, satisfied by the reaction. Usually, he'd reply to every comment, but today, the ending was the only thing that mattered. He clicked "Launch" and waited as the loading screen gave way to the main menu.
The main screen featured the raid party characters in captivating poses on a bed, dressed in reverse bunny girl costumes. It was a "God-game" that allowed full customization of the menu, complete with blushing faces and reacting physics when clicked.
Sora had spent many days distracted by this screen, but today his goal was different. After the credits rolled, he was finally going to see the special scene with the final boss, Asami.
He checked his supplies. Tissues? Check. Trash can? Check. Ready?
He clicked [CONTINUE], but then he froze. He tilted his head, blinking as if he were seeing things.
NO DATA
NO DATA
NO DATA
NO DATA
"Why are there no save files...?"
Slot No. 1, where his 500-hour journey lived, was empty. A chill ran down his spine. He scrolled through the pages.
NO DATA
...
NO DATA
...
NO DATA
He reached the very last page. Nothing.
"What the fuck? Is this... is this a bug?"
He restarted the game. No save file.
He restarted the computer. No save file.
"No... this can't be happening."
Cold sweat broke out across his skin. His breathing grew shallow and ragged. With trembling hands, he returned to the Asami Minor Gallery.
Title: Hey guys, my save file is gone. Does anyone know how to fix this?
Author: Asami's Unemployed Simp
This isn't bait. My save file is actually gone. I tried restarting everything but nothing works. Please, someone help me. Please please please.
The reaction was even more explosive than before.
Is this a prank?
LOL.
Email the developers.
Wait, a 500-hour file just vanished? That's brutal.
Check your local files: C:\Program Files (x86)...
Most comments were useless, either mocking him or doubting the story. Sora followed the technical advice anyway, navigating to the save folder. It was empty. Clean.
"FUCK!!!"
He slammed his fists onto the desk. Bang! Bang! He went for a third hit but stopped because his hands were throbbing.
"Okay... keep it together. I'll just wait for the developers to reply."
He sent a desperate email to the support team, hoping for a response within three days. To distract himself, he decided to do something he hadn't done in weeks: housework.
Five days later.
"Why hasn't anyone replied?!"
Sora's studio apartment, which had previously looked like a pigsty, was now spotless. When Sora got obsessed with something, whether it was gaming or cleaning, he went all in.
But inside, he was rotting. Five days, and not a single word from the developers. He'd scoured the entire internet, but no one else had ever reported a save file simply evaporating like his had.
"Fine. I'll just start over."
He knew the story. He knew the mechanics.
"It took 500 hours the first time... but with my knowledge, I can do it in 300."
With a heavy sigh, Sora moved the mouse and clicked [NEW GAME].
The familiar, somewhat tedious world-building text began to scroll. He'd enjoyed it the first time, but now he just mashed the skip button.
[Please set the character's name.]
Sora.
He used his real name. It was practically a tradition in these types of games.
[The game is starting...]
The monitor went black. Usually, a black screen would reflect his own face, but this darkness felt different—heavy, like a void inside the monitor.
"Wait..."
Before he could process the thought, an overwhelming wave of drowsiness hit him. Sora slumped over and fell into a deep, unnatural sleep.
∴
"Ugh... this is so shameful..."
In a dark room, a woman stood inside a magic circle surrounded by candles. She was completely nude. Her hands moved frantically, trying to cover her voluptuous breasts and her lap, but her efforts only made the sight more provocative.
"Calm down, Asami. If you fail this, you'll be expelled..."
She slapped her cheeks to focus. She was trying to summon an Incubus—a demon that grants power to its contractor.
According to the forbidden manual she'd found, the final step required a sacrifice: virgin blood spilled upon the magic circle.
"Should I really do this?"
She had always dreamed of giving her virginity to someone she loved. But she was desperate. Her older and younger sisters were S-class and A-class Hunters, the pride of the family. She, however, was a lowly F-class failure—a disgrace.
"I can't be a burden anymore."
Steeling her heart, she stepped into the center of the circle. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She wetted her finger with saliva and guided it toward her center. Even though she occasionally practiced alone, the pressure of the ritual made her incredibly tight.
"Nngh... hah..."
Tears welled in her eyes. She felt the resistance of her hymen at the tip of her finger. She hesitated, hating her circumstances, but then she gathered her resolve to push through.
At that exact moment, a blinding white light—far more powerful than any demonic summoning—erupted from the circle.
"Huh...?"
The shock broke her focus. Asami tumbled backward, landing on the floor. As the light faded, the magic circle and candles vanished. In their place stood a man.
"...Where am I?" he muttered, looking around in confusion.
Asami stared at him, stunned. Is he summoned? But I didn't even draw blood yet...
Something about his face looked strangely familiar, but she didn't have time to think. Her hand was still... occupied. Due to the lingering arousal and the sudden shock, she hadn't moved her finger.
The man's eyes widened as he took in the scene: a naked woman sitting on the floor in a very "active" position. He swallowed hard.
The silence stretched between them.
"Do you... want to finish?" the man asked awkwardly.
He turned his head away to be polite, but his eyes kept drifting back to her exposed chest.
"Kya."
"Oh...?"
"KYAAAAAAAGH!"
Asami finally realized the sheer insanity of the situation. She screamed, her face turning crimson, though she still couldn't quite manage to cover everything at once.