I am Shikijo Yuna.
I was born as the eldest daughter of the Shikijo Zaibatsu, one of the largest and most historic family conglomerates in the country.
Even before I could remember, my strict father drilled one lesson into me so many times I got sick of hearing it.
That lesson was: “Anyone who carries the blood of the Shikijo must never show weakness to others.”
…Etiquette, languages, self-defense, business management.
None of it mattered what I wanted. Tutors came every single day and chained me to my desk.
While other kids my age played in the park, I was stuck in the study wrestling with endless numbers.
During that harsh training, if I cried from the pain, I was scolded harshly: “The head’s daughter does not cry in front of others-it’s unsightly,” If I failed at something, I was coldly dismissed: “The Shikijo don’t make excuses.”
Maybe because I was raised that way, at some point, the ideas of “leaning on someone” or “depending on others” completely vanished from my mind.
Luckily, it seemed I inherited the Shikijo’s excellent genes, so I had natural talent far beyond normal people in every area.
Because of that, I never once had the miserable experience of working hard and failing.
…If trusting someone means getting betrayed, then trusting only yourself is more certain and more logical.
…That was my cold way of living.
Even at the famous prestigious private school, Teio High School, I was made captain of the kendo club thanks to my overwhelming skill, and I always kept the top grades in my year.
I also competed in national tournaments and won multiple awards too many times to count.
The other students only saw my surface and worshiped me as “the flawless young lady” or “the lone ice princess,” treating me like something fragile and fawning over me.
…Honestly, I couldn’t care less about such shallow opinions from other people.
I was just doing what I had to do as a member of the Shikijo.
There was no emotion beyond that.
But even I had one single thing.
One thing I could never overcome.
…Men. Those filthy creatures.
To be precise, it was disgust toward all men except for my loving father.
…When I was in middle school.
There was an incident burned into my memory that still makes me nauseous just thinking about it.
My body matured faster sexually than other girls my age.
Especially these big breasts that made themselves known far too much.
Vile boys would stare at me with disgusting, sticky looks every day, while other girls whispered behind my back with jealousy because of my figure and looks.
But since everyone knew I was the daughter of a conglomerate, no one ever bullied me to my face.
At the same time, though, no one tried to get close to me either.
Maybe a cold aura that warned others to stay away was always seeping out of me back then.
Maybe that kind of vibe came from me.
Maybe that’s why I grew up in such lonely conditions.
I stopped opening up my true feelings to anyone except my father and mother.
At school, I spent my time alone. At home, it was training every day.
So I asked if I could at least have my time alone walking to and from school, and I had my strict personal bodyguards temporarily removed.
…That moment of carelessness was exactly what the worst incident took advantage of.
…One day after school.
I was walking alone through the quiet residential street on my way home, as usual, when several unfamiliar men jumped out of a van that had stopped behind me.
They covered my mouth as I struggled, and forced me into the vehicle.
Even now, it flashes back vividly… that intense disgust and despair.
Even with the self-defense I learned from tutors and the kendo experience I built up at the dojo, it was useless.
I was just one weak middle school girl, and they were five grown, well-built men.
The biological gap in strength was too clear. All I could do was be pinned down.
Their goal from the start was clearly “ransom.”
They were professional kidnappers targeting the Shikijo Zaibatsu’s massive wealth.
At that time, I held back tears in the darkness of that van and refused to give in to them.
…I am a Shikijo.
My pride would never allow me to show weakness or shed tears in front of such lowlife criminals.
But reality was merciless and filthy.
Those men, blinded by greed, reached their dirty hands toward my body while waiting for the ransom negotiations.
Yes, even back when I was in middle school, my chest was already over an E-cup.
The men grinned with vulgar smiles and tore open the chest of my sailor uniform without mercy, then kept groping and fondling my exposed breasts persistently and relentlessly.
…I still remember that humiliation to this day.
They apparently had back-alley plans to sell me for a high price to some rich foreigner, so they didn’t take my virginity to keep my “value” high.
Their insane plan was to take the ransom from my father, then not release me but sell me into human trafficking instead.
But during those hours I was held captive, they forced me to take their penises in my mouth, and they made me orgasm by force over and over while I was restrained.
No matter how many times I begged them to stop and apologized, none of them would let me go.
Instead, they devoured my body like they were trying to force me to make sounds.
That is my cursed memory, stained in filth.
Soon after, thanks to the information network my father mobilized, police special forces stormed the hideout and arrested all the men on the spot.
But the memory of having my body violated and defiled by those lowlifes will never vanish from my heart.
From that point on, I closed my heart even more completely to others… especially to men, and kept my distance.
Naturally, my commute switched to being driven by car, and any real sense of “freedom” was entirely stripped from my daily life.
When I entered Teio High School, my father directly approached me with an official offer to become the “next head of the family.”
My father was already quite old, and he wanted me to take over actual control as soon as I graduated college.
I accepted the responsibilities of being a Shikijo, and I solemnly agreed.
Right after that, an unbelievable number of marriage proposals started flooding in.
Apparently my mother had handpicked men from top families as candidates for a husband to support the future Shikijo household.
Because of my disgust toward men themselves, I appealed directly to my father: “At least wait until I graduate high school,” and I turned down every single arranged match that came my way.
…Don’t misunderstand me. I never resented or hated my parents for this restrictive situation.
The ones who worried about me more than anyone, who were strict to the point of being overprotective, and who wrapped me in deeper and warmer love than anyone else to protect me-it was undoubtedly those two.
I truly want to repay their deep love by becoming the successor of the Shikijo, even if it takes my whole life.
But still… I couldn’t completely erase the selfish wish sleeping deep in my heart.
The truth is, I wanted to fall in love like a normal girl, and create a lover I could truly trust.
But with this twisted trauma and my family background, that small wish will probably never come true.
…In the end, there was never any freedom left for me from the very beginning.
…………
…………And now.
I was supposed to be trapped in that kind of restrictive cage, but now…
I’m locked in a huge, barren room I’ve never seen before, thrown into the same space as complete strangers.
Just a moment ago, I was definitely sitting in my classroom at Teio High School, attending class.
But when I came to, I was collapsed on the floor of this wide room that looked like a community hall.
Is this another kidnapping for ransom, like last time?
But compared to that past kidnapping, this situation is different in a lot of ways.
…What could the goal be?
Besides me, there were nineteen other people locked in this room.
Their ages, outfits, and genders were all over the place, but looking at the whole group, it felt like there were slightly more young people.
Around me, some panicked men were already shouting, and some women were crying with their legs giving out.
The sturdy wood-patterned doors at the front and back of the room seemed to be physically locked tight.
Everyone’s belongings were nowhere to be found, and everyone was confused because they had no way to contact the outside, like smartphones.
But panicking here wouldn’t change anything.
Maybe because I’d been kidnapped before, I stayed extremely calm.
Without losing my composure, I walked around and checked for some important oddities.
As a result, several strange facts came to light.
First, this room was a “sealed space.”
I looked around the entire structure, and the architecture was clearly wrong.
For such a large room, there wasn’t a single “window” to let in outside light.
And the creepiest thing was the huge white screen at the front.
Normally, to project text, you’d need a projector or some device on the ceiling to shine light.
But when I looked up, there was no such equipment installed anywhere.
The text on the screen was glowing and displaying letters on its own, like an LCD panel, even without any light source.
Also, the light switches and the TV monitor next to the screen-when I checked, they were all fakes that didn’t even have power cords.
Yet the whole room was brightly lit, and the TV monitor was still eerily ticking down some kind of countdown numbers.
I calmly asked a few frightened women what they were doing right before they came here, and they all gave the same answer.
Yes: “When I came to, I was collapsed on the floor of this room with no warning at all.”
(…How creepy. From building code standards and modern technology perspectives, this room is full of flaws and mysteries. And if this was just a kidnapping targeting me for ransom from the conglomerate, I could still understand that. But there’s no benefit at all for a criminal organization to kidnap these other regular people at the same time. There must be something else… some bigger, more malicious purpose.)
I looked again at the unsettling text displayed on the giant screen at the front.
[NOTIFICATION]
[Welcome! Players! ]
[You will now challenge a game made by God! ]
[Please wait until the game starts! ]
The screen said that in huge font.
…Player… God… game.
I understood intuitively that the host was planning to start some kind of game using the twenty people gathered here.
(You kidnapped me just for something this stupid? Unforgivable.)
Still, one small thing kept nagging at me, smoldering in my mind.
If this was just some prankish crime, by now my father would have mobilized all his power, moving the police and private security to rescue me.
But… no matter how I searched my memory just before coming here, the last thing I remembered was sitting in my classroom at Teio High School, which was protected by school security.
And of course, there were dozens of other students and teachers in that classroom.
In broad daylight, with so many witnesses, it’s impossible to abduct this many people including me without anyone noticing.
And looking at the people gathered here, it made even less sense.
(Are they seriously going to make us play this so-called “game made by God”?)
…I don’t want to believe it, but that possibility makes the most sense.
I’m not the type to believe in the occult or fantasy…
But if not that, then this abnormal situation can’t be explained.
Could one of the people here have set this up?
…No, that line of thinking is probably unlikely.
I narrowed my eyes sharply and carefully observed every corner of the room for suspicious people.
(Is there anyone suspicious? Or maybe the mastermind enjoying this situation? …I don’t see anyone. After all, maybe we really have been dragged into something unreasonable where none of our common sense applies.)
There was a salaryman holding his head in confusion, a blond rough guy kicking and yelling at the exit door trying to force it open, and a stylish woman screaming like crazy in front of the monitor.
From what I could observe, everyone seemed just as confused as I was, unable to change the situation.
At that moment, the countdown timer quietly ticked to “00:00″…and an eerie mechanical sound echoed through the whole room.
The orientation for this nightmare game-one that would drastically twist the fates of me and everyone gathered in this room-was about to begin.
Trivia:
- Yuna’s middle school kidnapping and sexual assault is the root cause of her deep-seated misandry, but she explicitly exempts her father from this hatred because he was the one who rescued her.
- Despite her cold and calculating exterior, Yuna secretly harbors a wish to fall in love and have a trustworthy partner—a desire she believes is impossible due to her trauma and family obligations.
- The room Yuna wakes up in defies physical laws: the screen displays text without a projector, the TV monitor lacks a power cord, and the lights have no switches—hinting that “God’s game” may involve supernatural forces beyond conventional crime.