"What the hell? Died again? Ha… seriously."
Leaning back against the worn-out chair I'd used for so long, a creaky, unpleasant sound quietly enveloped the room.
As I swept down my face like washing it, expelling my frustration in a sigh, an inexplicable sense of self-loathing washed over me.
"How is there not a single happy ending…."
On the monitor the man was staring at right now, the final ending had just concluded, and the screen automatically switched to the game lobby.
As the creaky chair backrest returned to its original position, he vaguely clicked on the newly marked NEW in the game screen's CG ART, scrolled down with the mouse wheel, and let out another sigh.
"Why the hell does this guy always die? He's seriously so fucking pitiful."
The game's final ending.
Clicking on the NEW CG, seeing the man dying with blood trickling from his mouth, his face peaceful without a hint of regret in the protagonist's arms, anger surged up so intensely that now it was beyond understanding.
"Fuck. Instead of huddling together, if they just save him, he could live, but they're just blankly shedding tears."
The man raged as he exited the CG tab—no, quit the game entirely—recalling the CGs of the protagonist and the heroines standing nearby, fuming at their mental states.
"I don't get it, I just don't. They could save him if they act fast, but they're standing there dumbfounded, you fucking bitches. No, the real problem is the developers making this kind of story in the first place."
Unable to comprehend it at all, the man moved the mouse to open the internet, accessed the bookmarked community site, and started writing a post.
General [If You're Horny, Go Jack Off]
"This should be bait-y enough for the title?"
-Sorry, it was bait. But any plans for hidden CG or DLC? It's seriously heartbreaking that Allen always dies-
He wrote content unrelated to the bait title, inserted the post along with the 'I'm a Raccoon' image, and submitted it.
Then, the dawn slaves unable to control their lust—barely 10 seconds after posting, the views and comments were already approaching three digits.
Was it because it was late at night? Or because it was a popular fuck-fest game?
No matter what, the speed of the views and comments rising was terrifying.
"Phew… should I check it out?"
Taking a small deep breath, he clicked on the post he'd written...
[You fucking bastard!!! It's not there!!!]
[Lol, shitty bait. May the writer be bald for generations… oh. Can't get married anyway?]
[Bug? Why's there a shitty raccoon waving on the screen?]
┗I'm a raccoon, you idiots]
┗I'm a raccoon, you idiots]
[Maybe that, um… no]
┗[This is dangerous]
[I let you know ^^]
Comments completely unrelated to the post content.
Hoping against hope, he scrolled down to the very last comment with the wheel, but those disappointed by the mismatched title and content only greeted him with all sorts of curses and images.
"Did I bait too hard? I'm tired, guess I'll just jerk off and sleep."
Reading the worthless comments, a sudden surge of lust boiled up.
Closing the community site, unable to contain his anger, he relaunched the game he'd quit abruptly.
Ruannes Academy.
"Too bad… I thought there might be a survival ending."
Sighing with regret, his mouse cursor naturally headed toward the fully unlocked 100% CG ART.
He thought it contradictory that he, who moments ago had been cursing the heroines' stupidity, was now about to jerk off to those very heroines.
"…Fuck it, whatever."
Regardless.
No matter how shitty it was, relieving his lust came first.
"Maybe this one…."
Clicking on the 2D LIVE sex scene of his favorite heroine and the dog-like protagonist, the moment he leaned back in the chair to pull down his pants while seated.
"Then, let's see…."
Crack-!
"Huh?"
A short death rattle. The sensation of his body soaring through the air. And then…
Thud-!!
"...!!!"
The back of his head burned hot.
At the same time, something red touched his nape without him even touching it.
"Ugh… ugh…. Ugh…?"
Groans filled with pain, like those of a dying person, leaked from his mouth.
Desperately trying to survive, he reached out for the smartphone on the desk, but…
His body wouldn't listen at all.
And then...
[It's my first time… so be gentle…]
The shy voice of the 2D LIVE heroine he'd left playing rang out clearly, but separately from that, his consciousness grew increasingly hazy.
With the last bit of strength he had left, he stretched his arm toward the desk, but…
"Ugh… guh…!!"
He reached out, but the ridiculously high desk.
Desperately pouring all his strength to survive, his fingers barely touched the desk edge, but…
That was all.
His arm, stretched with all his might, fell limply after the scraping sensation, and as the arm that had been flailing like a puppet with cut strings dropped, the world before his eyes went dark.