In truth, if that girl had been raped, there was no reason for the Monster Villain to spare the rest of us. If I got caught, I’d either be killed or abducted. Either way, a happy future wasn’t waiting for me.
But even so, what I felt — what I couldn’t help feeling — was dissatisfaction.
Just a little more, just a bit more, and I could have seen something even more extreme.
Read the mood. If you can’t, then you should be the one getting violated instead.
Violated by that long, slimy, wriggling tongue.
"——!"
The moment I thought that, the pain in my brain swelled as if exploding.
An image of someone who wasn’t me appeared in my mind.
A life I had never seen, never heard of — yet it surfaced with the realism of an FPS game.
It was the memory of an unremarkable, plain man. The memories that came up quickly faded without properly sticking.
But the figure of the heroine of justice before me —
Only the appearance of the girl who called herself Sacred Saber surfaced with vivid clarity.
——What floated in my mind was a computer monitor.
——A game among several pieces of software.
Magical Warriors Sacred Knights Monster Villain Rampage.
It was the sequel to Princess Knight Sacred Princess Diabolic Stirrings.
The story was simple and clear: Demonic beings called Diabolic appear from another world and rampage across Earth, while the Sacred — transformation heroines of justice from yet another world — fight them.
Together with Earth-born allies, the transforming heroines battle evil. It had the kind of setup you’d expect from a Sunday morning anime.
——If only this game weren’t an erotic adult title.
The protagonist of this game wasn’t one of the Sacred transformation heroines. In both this game and the previous one, the protagonist was a male Diabolic named Alternative.
He turns Earthlings into Monster Villains through their desires, commands them, and challenges the Sacred. If he wins, various erotic scenes play out featuring the Monster Villains under his command. Power-type villains get ryona (brutal) scenes, while those using drugs get scenes of girls writhing under aphrodisiacs.
However, no matter how varied the scenes were, there was no route where the Sacred won. Their victory scenes were treated as Game Over — the developers had even declared that the heroines’ victory held no value.
The only freedom the girls had in the story was deciding how they would be defeated and how they would be violated.
It was only natural. Just like how a Sunday morning show would never have its transformation heroines defeated and raped by monsters, in this game there was no future where the Sacred heroines could defeat the Monster Villains led by the protagonist.
The story was about justice-oriented transformation heroines being defeated, violated by the protagonist and his Monster Villains, sometimes even by the very people they swore to protect. Their hearts would be broken, they would fall to darkness, and they would be turned into pawns.
That was the purpose of this game.
I remembered. The beautiful girl in blue and white fighting right in front of me. Her miserable defeat, taken hostage, unable to resist, being violated in front of the public.
——There was that thing called "reincarnation into a game world," right?
If the memories I had awakened were correct.
If this wasn’t just a delusion.
Then that meant — soon, that girl, Sacred Saber, would be violated by a Monster Villain.
Her dignified face would twist in shame, tears would flow, and her pure white body would be overwritten with white filth.
Just thinking about it sent a shiver of excitement through my entire body. Soon I would be able to see that beautiful girl lose herself in debauchery. The thought filled me with unbearable joy.
I grinned as I watched Sacred Saber fight.
She was still fighting the monster like a typical Sunday morning heroine — but that too would end eventually.
If possible, I wanted to see it happen even sooner.
The moment I thought that, filled with delight and anticipation — I failed to notice the Monster Villain’s severed head flying toward me after Saber sliced it off with her sword, bouncing off a building wall.
"Huh——?"
The head of the frog-chameleon hybrid spun through the air toward me.
The corpse of a human who had been consumed by desire and turned into a Monster Villain would normally vanish upon receiving Sacred light, leaving only a black crystal. But there was a slight time lag.
And that head, flying at high speed, struck me right in that window.
Even though it was the size of a mascot head, it still had flesh, bone, and brains. If something like that hit a human at that speed, death was instant.
"Eek——!?"
I tried to run, fell on my ass, and instinctively closed my eyes.
In the moment before impact, all kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind.
—Why didn’t I run away sooner?
—Because I was thinking about stupid shit like reincarnation.
—No, I deserved this the moment I stayed to watch the girl get molested.
—That aside, I really wanted to violate Saber like in the game.
While thinking what a scumbag I was until the very end, I waited for death — but death never came.
"——I’m sorry. That was my mistake."
When I opened my eyes, I saw the girl’s back — the back of a dignified knight standing tall.
With her azure hair and the hem of her white dress fluttering, she had apparently cut down the flying head. She lowered her sword, turned to look at me, and showed an apologetic expression.
"Are you okay? It doesn’t look like you’re hurt."
"Y-yeah, I’m fi—— ow!"
As I tried to stand up while still sitting on the ground, I grimaced from the headache.
When I looked up through the pain, I spotted a girl with pink twintails wearing gothic lolita clothing among the onlookers. She stared at me with lifeless eyes, gave a small smile, and disappeared into the crowd.
Cosplay or something? I thought — then felt a pain in my chest separate from my headache.
It felt like something was swelling inside my heart.
Seeing me still kneeling and motionless, Saber looked surprised for a moment, then twisted her face as if blaming herself.
"I see... I wondered why you didn’t run. You were feeling unwell. I’m sorry — I should have noticed earlier and evacuated you."
——That wasn’t it.
It was true I was feeling sick, but I had chosen to stay here of my own will.
I wanted to see more of the girl’s shameful state. If possible, even Saber’s.
Of course, I couldn’t say that, so I let her continue with her misunderstanding.
"What’s your name?"
"Shusawa Senjumaru..."
It wasn’t a name I particularly liked.
Every time Buddhist statues came up in history class, people would bring up the Thousand-Armed Kannon and make fun of me. I’d been asked stupid questions like "How many slaps would it take for Senju Kannon to give you a hundred?"
But Saber simply nodded and said, "I see," smiling gently.
She wasn’t laughing at my name — she was just trying to encourage me.
"Don’t worry, Senjumaru. It’s alright now — leave it to me."
Saying that, she smiled and lifted me up. The so-called princess carry.
Looking up at her smile, it was radiant, adorable, and reliable — which made me hate my own thoughts from earlier even more.
The smile of the girl I had just been thinking should get violated was too dazzling for me to look at. When I instinctively looked away, Saber made a puzzled face for a moment — then blushed.
"...Ah, um, this is just to take you to the hospital. There’s no other meaning behind it. Sorry — it’s faster than calling an ambulance."
I could feel the softness of her skin. Her arms had the firm muscle of someone who wielded a sword, yet they still retained a girl’s gentle softness.
But her palms alone —
Perhaps because she had been swinging a sword for so long, they were hard and calloused. Saber smiled apologetically, as if she understood what I was feeling.
"I’ve been swinging a sword since I was young... It probably doesn’t feel very nice."
It was true that the sensation wasn’t great.
She was a beautiful girl and not some musclebound macho woman. But it was also true that the hardness of the palms supporting my body lacked feminine softness.
However—
"No——"
I averted my gaze from her genuinely apologetic face and said,
"That’s not true at all. You’re beautiful, and more importantly, you saved me. There’s no way I could complain in this situation."
——I ended up saying something embarrassingly sincere.
Out of guilt for having thought she should get violated, I felt compelled to say something nice. Otherwise, the guilt would have crushed me.
Still carrying me in her arms, Saber blinked with a silly, dumbfounded expression... then smiled shyly.
"I see... Well, I’m happy. To hear such words from someone like me, who isn’t very cute. Even if it’s flattery, it cheers me up."
She looked away in embarrassment and kicked off the ground, accelerating.
Both to take me to the hospital and to escape her own shyness.
I found her adorable — while at the same time harboring ugly, lustful thoughts.
——The sight of this dignified yet lovely girl being violated and shedding tears would surely be incredibly sensual.
My heart pounded. Following its rhythm, I stared at Saber’s face.
Noticing my gaze, she looked back at me and tilted her head curiously.
At that gesture, my heart pounded again.
I, too, found myself unable to keep looking at her face and had no choice but to look away.