Chapter 1: My Brattish Little Sister’s Bullying is Too Intense
Early morning.
I stared at the reflection in the mirror and promptly collapsed onto my bedroom floor.
“Of all the people to be... why him?”
『The Vengeful Masked Demon and The Nobel Slaves』—commonly known as Fukusure.
It was an adult novel game released by the developer Crank Up, a company notorious for their dark content.
The genre was "Rape-Type."
It told the story of Alvart Zesphiria, the young heir to a certain Marquess, who commits every conceivable atrocity... only to meet a gruesome end that can only be described as karmic retribution.
And I had been reincarnated as the boy burdened with that very fate.
“Whyyyyy?! Why meeeee?!” I wailed.
If reincarnation was a real thing, I had always wished for a peaceful, warm life in my next go-around.
I had prayed for that constantly during my previous life.
“Alvart’s life is the exact goddamn opposite of that!”
Bitter agony, hatred, and the karmic justice waiting at the end of a dark path of pleasure.
That was the sum total of Alvart Zesphiria.
Screw you, God. Seriously, screw you.
“I hate everything about this! Even my face... look at this!”
Catching another glimpse of my face in the mirror only deepened the gloom in my heart.
Alvart suffered from a congenital disease known as 《Monster Possession》, which had turned the right half of his face into a monstrous deformity. While the left half was actually quite handsome, the ogre-like visage on the right made his overall appearance nothing short of terrifying.
“I’m the protagonist of a shitty eroge! Dammit!!”
I spent the next ten minutes sobbing uncontrollably.
The grief felt like it would last for eternity, but eventually, it began to ebb away, replaced by a cold clarity.
“...Calm down. Just calm down. My body might belong to a piece-of-shit protagonist, but my heart is still my own.”
I spoke the words to my reflection, trying to drill them into my head.
This life belonged to me now, not the original Alvart.
If that was the case, I could simply walk a path he never took. I could enjoy a peaceful, uneventful life. It shouldn't be impossible.
...Or so I thought. I was a complete moron.
I was about to learn just how difficult achieving my desires would actually be.
“Well then, Onii-sama. I’ll be in your care again today... okay?”
First, there was my twin sister, Lumiere Zesphiria.
She was remarkably beautiful. With her golden hair tied up in twin-tails, she gave off the impression of a classic tsundere beauty. But in reality...
“Kyahahahaha! You’re so weak! So widdle and weak!”
She was a total, unadulterated brat.
“Getting beaten up by your little sister! Aren’t you eeeeembarrassed?!”
Alvart was subjected to daily abuse.
At the hands of this sister named Lumiere.
“Hey, hey, Onii-sama... I wonder what would happen if I just peeled this mask-like face of yours right off?”
The atrocities she committed with such ease were stomach-turning.
Most of it involved thoroughly brutalizing my physical body, but...
This was an eroge world. Therefore, her abuse wasn't limited to mere torture.
“You look like you’re gonna die from pleasure, Onii-sama! ♥ You really are just the cutest thing! ♥”
There were the infinite loops of fainting from intense "milking" (metaphorically speaking).
“Come on, come on! ♥ If you don’t satisfy Lumi soon, you’re gonna suffocate! ♥”
There were the life-threatening games of "face-sitting" that turned into a struggle for breath.
“Coming just from having your butt played with? ♥ What a pervert you are, Onii-sama! ♥”
And then there was... that.
Lumiere’s "torture" was heavily laced with sexual content.
Having a sadistic brat like her for a sister made my home life a living hell.
And to top it all off...
My parents were also total pieces of trash.
“—Alvart. There is no longer any hope for you.”
Late that night.
My father’s cold words pierced my chest as we sat at the dinner table.
“Because of your 《Monster Possession》, I expected you to awaken to a powerful ability, but... I’ve reached the limit of my patience.”
While those with 《Monster Possession》 carried the social burden of their physical deformity, they often awakened to mysterious, supernatural powers.
However, as of right now, I showed no signs of such a thing. And so...
“The position of the next head of the family will go to Lumiere.”
“Eh? Is that okay? But Lumi’s a girl?” Lumiere chirped, sounding entirely too pleased.
“The one who leads the Zesphiria clan must be strong. You are a woman, yes, but as there is no one else fit to inherit the title, it cannot be helped.”
I didn't give a damn about the inheritance, so that part didn't bother me. But...
“F-Father... what about... enrolling in the academy...?”
“Denied. I cannot allow a disgrace to the family like you to be seen by the sons and daughters of other noble houses.”
“Then... what should I... what should I do from now on...?”
“As I said, there is no hope for you as the next head. However... as long as you possess that 《Monster Possession》, you can still be of use to this house.”
...Ah, yeah. I see.
It seemed that even the flow of conversation in this world was following the original script.
The words coming out of my father’s mouth were exactly as I remembered them.
“You were born with a special kind of magical power. There are many in this world who would wish to pass that on to the next generation. Therefore... from now on, you shall serve as a stud horse.”
In the original game, the deviant protagonist named Alvart was overjoyed by these words.
I mean, if you just look at the literal meaning, it sounds great.
A life where you just breed girls every single day? For a certain kind of man, that’s the ultimate dream.
In the game, the moment that thought dominated Alvart’s mind, the very first choice of the story would appear.
The choice was whether or not to agree with his father’s words...
However, 『The Vengeful Masked Demon and The Nobel Slaves』 was known as a "brutal game" in terms of difficulty.
Even at this early stage—practically before the game even starts—a single wrong choice leads to an immediate Bad End.
To prevent that from happening...
I recited the exact line used in the game to choose the correct path.
“...I wish to be of use to our house in some other way.”
“Oh?”
“This is merely a guess... but if I were to agree to your proposal, Father, you would likely leave me with nothing but the ability to function as a stud, wouldn't you?”
In the next moment, my father uttered something truly horrific, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“A person should have an appearance that matches their role. Royalty and nobility wear glittering attire. Commoners wear modest clothes. Farmers focus on functionality. Everything in this world is as it should be. Therefore... for a beast like you, there is a fitting form.”
Like father, like son. Or in this case, a monstrous parent breeding a monstrous child.
If Alvart chose the life of a stud horse, his arms and legs would be amputated, his eyes gouged out, and his throat crushed. He would be physically modified into a body that could do nothing but breed.
After that, Alvart would spend the rest of his life oscillating between periodic bouts of pleasure and swallowing the curses he had for his own circumstances... until his mind finally snapped, and he died.
I had managed to avoid that specific conclusion with my answer.
“And? How exactly do you intend to contribute to this house?”
“...I ask that you wait just a little longer for my answer.”
I had avoided the direct route to a Bad End. But the situation remained dire.
“You have seven days to come up with a response. If you fail... well, I shouldn't need to say it, should I?”
After delivering that merciless ultimatum, my father waved his hand as if shooing away a stray dog.
“I have nothing more to say. Once you’ve finished your meal, get out of my sight.”
I stood up as ordered. As I walked away, my sister’s voice chirped behind me.
“Kyahahaha! If you become a stud horse, Onii-sama, Lumi will be the very first one to play with you! ♥”
This little brat... (grrrr).
Fuming at my shitty sister—who, unfortunately, had a top-tier body—I hurried back to my room.
“...Well, I already know how to handle this.”
I had the knowledge of the original game. That was why I knew exactly what I needed to do to get out of this situation... however.
“I really don’t want to do it if I can help it.”
I collapsed onto my bed, agonizing over it.
“If I do nothing, it’s a guaranteed Bad End. But even if I go through something painful to change the situation, it’s still a guaranteed Bad End. ...Seriously, this is such a drag.”
The original game had a massive number of choices and routes, but almost all of them were Bad Ends.
You pile hardcore sex scene upon hardcore sex scene, only to end up suffering a gruesome death.
That was essentially the only conclusion for Alvart Zesphiria.
...But still.
“Giving up isn't right. I was given a second life, after all.”
Memories of my previous life naturally floated into my mind.
It was a life where nothing ever went right.
—My student years.
In an attempt to achieve the rose-colored campus life everyone dreams of, I polished myself and tried to win over the girl I liked...
Only to have her snatched away by some shallow, good-looking guy.
By the time summer vacation ended, the once-pure girl had turned into a "dark gyaru" exactly to that guy’s tastes.
I wanted to die.
—My young adulthood.
Deciding that a student's duty was to study, I threw everything into my career.
I cast aside all my otaku hobbies and worked my ass off. First, I got into a prestigious university.
After graduation, I worked in finance and became an elite employee earning over 20 million yen a year at a young age—
Only to be casually betrayed by a colleague and lose everything.
After that, I "career-changed" into a shut-in NEET and devoted myself to the otaku hobbies I had once abandoned.
Every day, I read manga, watched anime, and played eroge.
I spent my days just doing that and eating through my savings. Those days were truly...
“A living hell.”
Depression, depression, and more depression.
And then—vroom vroom—straight to the next life.
That was how my life ended. But even after meeting such a shitty conclusion, I didn't want to become "nothingness."
If anything, it only made me feel that next time would be different.
I was looking for a "one-shot" in the concept of reincarnation.
If I were to be reborn, I wanted my next life to be nothing but peaceful and filled with happiness.
“...As Alvart Zesphiria, it feels like despair no matter how I struggle. But I’m not actually Alvart himself.”
The experience I gained in my previous life and the personality I formed through it.
And on top of that, my vast knowledge of the original game.
With all of that... surely.
“I should be able to seize a Happy End that was never supposed to exist.”
What I needed right now was... resolve.
The resolve to follow part of the original game's path.
However, that didn't involve ravaging anyone.
In fact, the target was—myself.
“I don’t want to. I really don’t want to... but I don't have a choice!”
With that, I placed my palms against the back of my head. After taking several deep breaths...
“Fireball.”
I activated the strongest attack magic I could manage—
And took my own life.
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