Chapter 10: I’ve Never Even Seen Something Like This in an Eroge

If one truly desires a life of peace and quiet, they should probably just go live on a deserted island or deep in the mountains. If I did that, I could probably live out my days without a care in the world.

However, the "peace" I was looking for wasn't a life of isolation. I wanted the happiness of enjoying normal human life. Making regular friends. Eating delicious food. Sleeping well. Having a steady job. I wanted to enjoy the modest happiness of a mundane life—that was my wish for this second life. That was the whole reason I enrolled in this academy.

And yet, there is a concept in this world that tramples all over such feelings. A piece of absolute shit known as the "Correction Force." It demands that I act like a depraved eroge protagonist, and to make that happen, it forcibly drags me into one reluctant event after another.

Case in point: my current situation. I was standing in the middle of a school arena.

"So, is this gonna be Mylene's one-sided slaughter-fest, or what?"

"Man, it'd be wild if there was an upset, but I doubt it."

The students in the stands were chattering away as they looked down on us. Among them were Lumiere, Elise, Cecil, Clarice... and her.

"Show me what you've got," Linslet Freanain murmured from the sidelines. "Let me see just how much power you’re really hiding."

Having the expectations of the "Strongest Mage" on me was a massive negative in my book.

"Alvart Zesphiria. It seems there really is something about you," Mylene said, her smile turning predatory as she licked her lips.

Her attitude had done a complete 180 since our first meeting. She was now intensely interested in me.

...Obviously, I had no intention of living up to her expectations. I suspected this event was supposed to be the opening act of some "Bottom-Tier Protagonist's Heroic Rise (R-18)" scenario. The hero defeats a stuck-up Student Council member (a beautiful girl), gains a special position, gets surrounded by erotic and cute girls... and eventually dies after being milked dry.

To prevent that flow and maintain my quiet life... I needed to stage a very convincing, very "good" defeat.

"Are both parties ready?" Clarice, acting as the referee, asked.

I nodded, mentally rehearsing my plan. Once the match started, I’d maintain a perfunctory exchange of magic for a while. Then, when the timing felt right, I’d start acting like I was being pushed back. Finally, I’d "accidentally" take a hit and pretend to pass out.

If I could pull that off, the audience would just see me as a "freshman who put up a decent fight." I’d earn an ideal reputation—neither a loser nor a standout. And I’d have a perfect excuse to decline the Student Council position.

"Then... I hereby declare the commencement of the duel!"

The moment Clarice gave the signal, I prepared to launch my opening spell—

"Here I come!" Mylene shouted.

Before I could even initiate a magic battle, Mylene kicked off the ground.

"Wait—!"

Judging by her appearance, I had assumed she was the type who excelled at ranged magical combat. Apparently, that was a massive assumption on my part. She looked like a classic ojou-sama villainess, but her true nature—

She was a dedicated striker who had pushed physical enhancement magic to its absolute limits.

"Excuse me while I 『Take Down』!"

Caught completely off guard by the unexpected maneuver, I was tackled to the ground with pathetic ease. And then...

"Allow me to teach you something, Alvart Zesphiria," Mylene said with a winner’s smirk.

She straddled my waist, pinning me to the floor.

"Once I’ve secured this 『Mount』 position... my win rate is exactly 100%."

And so it begins, I thought. A hardcore grappling match in a world where magic is supposed to be the primary weapon...

I was an idiot for thinking that.

I mean, from the very beginning, my premise was wrong. I was expecting a "proper battle."

The Correction Force wasn't aiming for the prologue of some grand epic. It was going straight for a low-brow, hardcore erotic development.

"Let’s do some 『Joint-Lock Wrestling』!"

Usually, when someone takes the mount, the standard move is to start raining down strikes. Mylene, however, chose submissions.

"Guh—!"

The groan that escaped my lips wasn't because I was being cornered. It wasn't a cry of pain from the fear of having my joints snapped.

It was because... she was rubbing all over me.

Mylene’s soft, ample breasts.

Mylene’s thick, supple, bouncy butt.

As we scrambled on the ground, they were sliding and grinding against my entire body.

It felt... incredible. (Keeping it simple here).

"Look at you! If you lose focus for even a second, something’s gonna snap!" Mylene yelled.

I’m sure she was being dead serious about her wrestling technique. But come on. This was a lost cause. No matter how you looked at it... this was basically a scene from a porno.

"You can't win just by running away! Alvart Zesphiria!"

I’m sorry. Please, just give me a break, I pleaded internally. Can we at least do this standing up? Miss Mylene, please. If we don't, I’m gonna "stand up." The thing that definitely shouldn't be standing up is reaching its limit.

"P-Please stop, Lady Mylene...!"

"Oh? Whining already? That’s not very manly of you... now is it!?"

Oh god, this is bad. This is really bad.

Her breasts. Her massive breasts were rubbing all over my chest. And her ass... I’d lost count of how many times it had been pressed into my face.

"Please, stop! Lady Mylene! This is dangerous! I’m seriously, literally at the breaking point!"

"Ohohoho! It seems you really are cornered!"

Duh! I’m at my limit here! Just as I was beginning to fear the worst possible conclusion, it happened.

"There’s an opening!" Mylene shouted.

Her erotic body lunged forward as she finalized her submission. It was a bizarre variation of a headlock. She pinned my legs down while using her own legs to trap my head firmly between them.

Describing it that way makes it sound like a legitimate wrestling move, but—

To any observer, it was a straight-up 69.

Right in front of my eyes was Mylene’s crotch, covered only by her white panties. Against my forehead was the softness of her butt.

It was a total Six-Line.

"I-Is it... is it over!?" a student shouted.

"He put up a good fight, but... yeah, that’s how it usually ends," another replied.

Why the hell are you guys being so calm!? This wasn't a duel anymore. This was basically an adult video!

"A-Alvart...!" Elise cried out.

"Oh, dear. Don't tell me you've lost faith in Onii-sama?" Lumiere asked.

"N-No! Of course not! If it’s him, I’m sure he can overcome this crisis...!"

"Hmph. Obviously. Lumi's Onii-sama is the strongest, after all."

You guys are having this serious-sounding conversation, but look at us! I screamed internally. This isn't serious, it’s "seri-ass"! Mylene’s tits and ass are just too soft!

Being subjected to such a high-class female body, I finally reached...

"Just 『Tap Out』 already, Alvart Zesphiria. If you do, th-then... huh?"

Look, humans have limits. No matter how hard you try to endure, some things are just impossible. In fact, the harder you try to hold back, the more violent the reaction is when you finally break.

And so... my "second self" was currently undergoing a monstrous level of growth.

"Wha—? Wait—"

I could feel Mylene’s shock through her ragged breathing. I mean, fair enough. If your opponent "leveled up" (in a specific sense) in the middle of a fight, anyone would react that way.

"Wh-What is that!?"

"Y-You've gotta be kidding me!"

Yeah... yep.

It was over. I was completely finished. My second life had officially ended at this very moment. Pitching a massive tent right in front of the entire public... there was no other word for it but "Game Over."

"......There is no longer any point in continuing this match," Mylene whispered.

Yeah. I got it. I totally understood that "I don't even care anymore" feeling. I really put you through something awful, Mylene. I’ll give you a formal apology or commit ritual suicide later, so please just forgive—

"President Clarice... your judgment was not mistaken," Mylene said, her voice trembling.

...Huh?

"This man... is truly the Savior who shall rescue us all!"

...What?

...Whaaaaaaat?

"Ahahahaha! It’s even bigger than the one I saw in the library! You really are the best, Alvart!" Linslet shouted, her excitement hitting the roof.

Also, Lady Mylene, could you maybe move now? The feeling of your huge tits against my stomach and your ass on my forehead is starting to feel way too good.

"As you all know... magical power resides within the symbols of sexuality," Mylene proclaimed to the crowd. "Considering that, Lord Alvart’s... it... is truly unparalleled under heaven!"

Wait, I didn't know that. I’d never heard of that setting. I spent all that time studying in the library yesterday, and I didn't see a single word about that...

Ah. Right.

Yeah... the Correction Force definitely pulled a fast one on me.

"I-I don't have much experience myself, but still... th-th-this... such a magnificent thing... you probably couldn't find its equal even if you searched the whole world over...♥"

Please stop, Lady Mylene. Don't breathe on me like that. I’m incredibly sensitive right now.

"I-If I were to be joined with Alvart...♥"

"Im-Imagine having that inside you every day...♥"

Stop. Don't praise it. You're gonna give me the wrong idea. I’m gonna start thinking I’m not a pervert, but a hero who happens to be a pervert.

"It is more than just... impressive...♥ Th-That thing is surely...♥"

"Mm-hmm-hmm♥ Exactly♥ I couldn't agree more~♥"

"His weapon is guaranteed to ruin any woman... no, it would probably break a man, too. Its performance can only be described as truly demonic..."

Elise, Lumiere, and Cecil were all chattering away.

"Being shown something like that...♥ Fufu. I think I’ll have to pay him a visit tonight...♥" Linslet muttered something ominous.

"L-Lord Alvart. Please... please forgive my previous 『Dissing』 of you!" Mylene cried.

Look, if you want me to forgive you, could you please just get off me? You're still actively committing an offense here. This is still a 69, you know!

"Fufu♥ As I thought, you truly are in a class of your own, Lord Alvart...♥" Clarice added.

I guess "showing off my greatness" sounds good on paper, but the reality was just pathetic. The fact that all my problems were solved by that... what an eroge.

...Actually, I’ve never even seen a development like this in an eroge.

"At any rate, you are now officially a member of our Student Council. Please stop by the Council Room after school; we have some very important matters to discuss."

...Well, fine. Judging by the conclusion, I guess this counts as my defeat.

"There’s no way we could win against something like that...!"

"H-He’s a god! We are witnessing a god!"

It was truly, truly pathetic. But this situation—being showered with praise for my "manhood"—

I hate to admit it, but I was actually a little bit happy (throb, throb).