He was going to die.
Not immediately, sure. The priest had healed his ribs. The servants had carried him gently, and the bed under him felt like it was woven from clouds and royalty tax money.
But death was coming.
Not from a blade. No, Kaito could've dealt with that. What he feared was worse. Deeper. Stickier....
He curled tighter under the embroidered silk covers, staring blankly at the canopy above him like it held the answers to the universe.
"I'm going to be pleasured to death," he whispered.
This wasn't just isekai. This was 19 R BL dating sim. With magic. And nobles. And multiple men who definitely owned thigh-high boots and personal dungeons with.....hehe handsome faces.
"Cough, it's nothing"
And now he remembered the worst part.
Aurelian—his new body—wasn't just some background character doomed to be soft and pathetic.
He had a special constitution.
Not special like "chosen one" or "hidden power,"
No, Aurelian's body did this fun little thing where anyone who exchanged fluids with him—saliva, sweat, and yes, sperm included—would recover stamina, boost mana, and feel an orgasm-level mana boost. Basically a living elixir with a pretty face and tight thing underneath.
Worse? Intercourse provided the strongest effect which lead to the bad ending which I played that as also not the worse ending that I had got from the previous play through.
And huh his body was like plugging into a USB-C port that moaned.
Kaito sat up and instantly regretted it. His side twinged from the duel. He winced and flopped back with a pathetic squeak.
He'd forgotten this detail in the haze of death and magical overload. It had been buried deep in the game's lore—unlocked only if you reached Aurelian's dark route and scrolled through that cursed "Magical Bloodline Traits" codex entry. He remembered it now. Vividly.
> "The son of the moon-blessed concubine carries her gift. Recovered mana through the sharing of essence. Once matured, he will be impossible to resist."
He clutched his head.
"Oh my god. I'm that essence."
That explained everything. Why Aurelian hadn't been kicked out of the manor. Why he was still technically a "noble" despite no magic and zero social value. Why his father, the Count, had let him live when the rest of the family spat on him.
Only the Count knew the truth.
Only he knew that Aurelian's mother—some beautiful concubine who'd died in childbirth—had passed on this horrific RPG hentai debuff.
And now Kaito was in her son's body.
With her gift which is same self-proclaimed a curse.
That was already awakened from what I doubt.
He knew it because he'd felt it earlier. The moment the priest touched him with that healing spell—there'd been a jolt, a warmth, a buzzing. Not just healing. Something else. Something that fed on the touch. Like a needy little leech under his skin, purring at magical contact.
He hadn't said anything. He'd played it cool.
But inside?
Inside he was feral.
"Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm in trouble. Big. Trouble."
He rolled over, buried his face in a pillow, and let out the most muffled scream he could manage without bursting a lung.
"Why did I even play that game in the first place!?"
He kick his legs on the bed. Not soo many but—
He didn't even like dating sims. He was a turn-based RPG kind of guy. Strategy, loot, progression—not moan for mana mechanics. This had all started as a joke. A petty, smug little "I'll prove this game is dumb" moment. He'd gone in for laughs, and now he was in a magically over-sensitive virgin body with a cum-based passive buff.
And everyone was going to find out. They always did in the route.
He'd read the scenes. Played through them.
He was going to end up in the bad end again if he continued like this—but this time, he wouldn't be clicking through it. He'd be living it. Moaning through it. Bent over in candlelight while someone muttered "You're such a good little focus crystal" while thrusting this hips.
"No. No no no. I'm not gay. I'm not going to be a bottom."
He said that aloud.
To the ceiling as there wasn't any one in the room who he could say that to.
With all the conviction of a man standing on a collapsing bridge and yelling "I'll just walk it off."
"I refuse. I will never lie beneath some hot, mysterious, morally questionable man, cough— and start moaning."
Silence.
Then, betrayal from the universe itself:
Knock. Knock.
He flinched so hard he almost threw himself out of bed.
A servant's voice called gently through the door. "Young master. The Count has requested your presence in the study."
Kaito's soul left his body.
Why now?
What did the Count want?
Did he know?
Was this the scene where the father "kindly" explains his son's duty to the family? The part where he gets told his role is to "support the house" the way his mother did—on his back?
He gripped the bedsheets like a lifeline.
No. No way.
He couldn't do this. He needed time. A plan. Maybe a very fast horse and a disguise.
Not this.
Not yet.
"…Why now?" he whispered to no one.