I had a dream.
[Ma!
■■■─] A dream containing one person’s entire life.
[A■■ ■work ■■■!] A long dream, that is.
[You like■■ ■■■■─] ◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Immense pain struck my brain.
“Hah…
hah…” I had clearly gone through that bizarre experience of swirling cement in the same color, and afterward, I finally came back to my senses.
“Urp!” Correction.
I hadn’t fully regained my senses.
I could just barely prop my body up.
My stomach felt awful.
Fortunately, since Takuya hadn’t eaten anything before I possessed him, I only dry-heaved a few times.
I finally came to my senses nearby.
“Ughhhh…” Anyway, I pulled myself together.
After regaining my wits, I figured out why I had collapsed.
The reason was obvious: the [Takuya’s Memory] that came as a reward.
That had to be it.
‘From the start, what I saw was all about Takuya anyway.’ The memories I’d seen when I blacked out just now were all from Takuya’s life.
To be precise, up until the moment I possessed him.
Thanks to that, I now knew Takuya’s home address.
So, that was a silver lining, I guess.
Or not.
‘Should I curse whoever possessed me into such a dumpster-fire family?’ Based on the memories I’d seen, Takuya hadn’t lived a normal life either.
Not as bad as mine, but still.
“Phew.
Whatever.
I’ll find out when I get there.” With that thought, I pressed the close button in the corner of one of the screens I’d seen earlier.
As long as it wasn’t a “life end” button, it was easy enough to figure out what it was.
The screen vanished.
Caw—caw—caw— “What’s up, Takuya?
Why’d you stop suddenly?” The world started moving again.
Stunned by the miraculous sight, I stared blankly for a moment before Souta’s puzzled question snapped me out of it.
“It’s nothing.
More importantly, let’s hurry to the vacant lot and play.” “Yeah!” At my words, Souta grabbed my arm and took off running.
I was surprised by his unexpectedly fast pace, but soon we arrived at the vacant lot near Takuya’s and Souta’s houses.
Souta, not even out of breath, grinned brightly.
“We’re here!
Let’s play, Takuya!” “Yeah…” I wasn’t tired either, but for him to run that fast without showing a hint of fatigue…
Watching him, I felt a vitality I could never have sensed from my old, decaying body before possession.
‘Impressive indeed.’ Is this the protagonist’s privilege?
Even in an NTR game.
Anyway, we arrived at the lot and started having fun.
Tag (surprisingly just the two of us), building sandcastles out of dirt, rock-paper-scissors, and so on.
We spent time on those classic childhood games I’d played long ago.
And through it all, I understood why adults compared young people’s stamina to an arc reactor.
I didn’t get tired.
No.
Precisely, I did get tired, but the urge to keep playing kept pushing my body onward.
While I inwardly marveled at the terror of this rejuvenated body, we finished our fifth round of tag and took a break.
Souta spoke up.
“By the way, Takuya.
I heard the neighboring town is holding a big tournament.” “What kind of tournament?” “Yeah!
Some kind of game tournament, I think?” A game tournament?
As I made a puzzled face, Souta continued.
“I think it was some fighting game?” “A fighting game?” Fighting games, or “fighters” for short, were a traditional genre passed down through the ages.
Humans naturally get a thrill from watching others fight.
And fighters maximized that stimulation.
‘I used to play them a lot back in the day.’ I’d played them too, climbed pretty high, hit a wall, and quit.
As I reminisced about fighters for a moment, wondering why such an event existed, I recalled another feature from the Lewd Mama series.
‘Come to think of it, Lewd Mama had a bunch of minigames, right?’ Minigames embedded right in the game.
Oddly enough, the Lewd Mama series had a ton of them.
According to some wiki I’d seen, the previous games got flak for lacking gameplay, so they packed Lewd Mama with minigames to prove they cared about it.