Rain poured like a broken faucet over the city, soaking the streets in an endless gray. I stood in front of a flickering vending machine, soaked to the bone, clutching a plastic bag with instant noodles and a can of coffee that tasted like regret.
I was twenty. No girlfriend. No friends. No job.
But I had my eroge games.
Every night, I'd return to my cramped apartment, boot up my dusty PC, and sink into a world where the girls were beautiful, the drama was scripted, and someone like me—pathetic, average, lonely—could be loved. Could be wanted.
My favorite?
Crimson Academy: Battle and Bondage Edition.
It was degenerate. Lewd. Absolutely filthy.
And I loved every pixel of it.
There was something magical about watching noble girls break. Watching the cold student council president moan like a commoner, or the elf assassin who swore vengeance become your personal shadow pet. It was all fantasy, of course.
Until it wasn't.
I stepped out onto the street without looking.
A screech.
A flash of headlights.
My body flew like a ragdoll across wet concrete.
I didn't feel pain.
Just warmth… and then, nothing.
---
When I opened my eyes, I was floating.
No body. No ground. Just endless space.
And then she appeared.
A woman—no, a goddess—descended in front of me. Her skin shimmered like polished pearl, wrapped in a translucent gown that left little to the imagination. Her hair floated around her like starlight, and her golden eyes curved in amusement.
She looked me up and down like I was something amusing stuck to her heel.
"So this is the soul," she said, voice like silk laced with venom. "Pathetic. Horny. Emotionally stunted. Spent more hours chasing 2D women than pursuing anything real."
I tried to speak, but I had no mouth. Only presence.
She walked around me, one finger dragging across something I couldn't see but could feel.
"You died. Unsurprising. A lonely man with no ambition, no legacy, and zero resistance to truck-kun." She chuckled. "But lucky for you, I'm bored."
I felt something shift in the air.
"I created that game you obsessed over. Crimson Academy? It's one of my many little sandboxes. Full of prideful girls, magical drama, and perverse delights."
She leaned close. Her breath tickled something deep in my soul.
"So I'm going to put you in it. Not as the hero. Not as a chosen one. You'll be nothing. An extra. A speck."
She smiled.
"But… I'll give you one trait. One curse. One gift."
Her finger tapped my forehead.
[Trait Acquired: Universal Allure – Corruption Mode]
All female entities—regardless of role—will feel drawn to you. The prouder they are, the more they will crave. The stronger they are, the deeper they will fall. This is not charm. This is not mind control. This is hunger.
My essence trembled. My mind cracked with the implications.
The girls. The heroines. Even villains. Monsters. Maybe even this smug, divine bitch—
"Oh, I'm immune," she purred, as if reading my thoughts. "But don't worry. I'll be watching you. If you do well… maybe I'll let you touch me. With your new hands."
She snapped her fingers.
The void vanished.
And the world began again.
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The first thing I noticed when I woke up wasn't the unfamiliar ceiling. It was the scent. Subtle, flowery, and far too clean for someone like me.
My eyes blinked open slowly. A crystal chandelier hung above, casting soft reflections on polished stone walls. The bed I lay on was massive, draped with silken sheets that clung to my skin. Warm sunlight poured through arched windows, bathing the entire room in golden light.
This wasn't my shitty apartment. This wasn't Earth.
I sat up quickly, my head spinning. My reflection stared back at me from a bronze mirror across the room. Same black hair, but now smoother and glossier. My skin looked flawless, jaw sharper, frame a little leaner. A younger version of me, maybe seventeen.
It hit me then. The goddess. The game. That smug smile on her lips as she leaned forward, breasts nearly slipping from her robes as she whispered, "Enjoy your new life, extra."
I had died. For real.
Crimson Academy. The name echoed in my head like a cruel joke. I had spent hundreds of hours playing this eroge. I knew every route, every twist, every character—especially the heroines. It was a fantasy school for the elite, filled with nobles, demi-humans, magic, politics, and of course… debauchery.
But none of that should have mattered. I wasn't the protagonist. I was just an extra.
My fingers clenched the sheets.
Or so I thought.
I remembered the blessing she gave me right before my soul was flung into this world. Her voice was burned into my brain.
"Allure beyond reason. No heroine or female entity will resist your pull. Their curiosity will burn. Their desire will grow. The prouder they are, the harder they'll fall."
My heart thumped.
There was a knock at the door. Soft, hesitant.
I stood slowly, still in some kind of academy-issued uniform. Black slacks, white shirt, crimson vest. Everything fit perfectly, even though I didn't recall ever putting it on.
The door creaked open, revealing a girl with pink hair in a maid uniform. She stepped in with a quick bow, avoiding my eyes. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her apron.
"You're awake… Mister Kai."
She called me by name. That meant I wasn't entirely invisible here. At least I had a room, a name, maybe even an ID.
I cleared my throat. "Where am I?"
"The outer dormitory of House Redveil, sir. You're… a scholarship student. Today is your first orientation."
Scholarship. Of course. That was the standard label for nobodies with no family name. The scum nobles tolerated so they could brag about being 'inclusive.'
The maid glanced up once and froze. Her cheeks darkened immediately.
I raised an eyebrow. "Is something wrong?"
She shook her head quickly, looking down again. Her breath caught.
"No, sir. Just… you look different than yesterday…"
Yesterday?
I walked toward her and watched as her entire body tensed. Her thighs squeezed together. Her breathing grew shallow. She stared at the floor like it was suddenly fascinating.
I wasn't imagining it. Her face was flushed, her hands trembled slightly, and her scent had changed. Sweet. Faintly aroused.
Curiosity bloomed in my chest.
"What's your name?"
"L… Lily, sir."
"Look at me, Lily."
She hesitated for a second too long. Then her eyes lifted.
The moment our gazes locked, something passed between us. Her lips parted. Her pupils dilated. Her legs shifted, the smooth fabric of her skirt rising ever so slightly. She bit her bottom lip before realizing what she was doing and quickly dropped her head again.
Something primal pulsed through me. Her body wanted mine. Her mind didn't even know why. This wasn't a spell or some cheap charm. It was instinct.
I took one step closer. She shivered.
"You said I looked different. What do you mean?"
Her fingers trembled as she tried to answer. "Yesterday you looked… ordinary. A bit dull. No offense, sir. But now… I… I can't stop…"
Her breath hitched.
"I need to go!"
She spun on her heels and ran out, slamming the door behind her.
I stood there, stunned.
So it's real. The blessing. It was working already. Not just on named heroines, but even on side characters like her. And that was just eye contact.
I had barely done anything.
Excitement surged through my veins.
The goddess had given me a cheat. A curse to her game world. I wasn't going to survive quietly. No. I would flip this world upside down.
Time to meet the heroines.
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The academy grounds were massive. Sprawling gardens. Floating towers. Training fields and marble halls. Uniformed students moved in cliques, some riding summoned beasts, others casting casual spells with jeweled wands. A few turned their heads as I passed, frowning or murmuring, no doubt trying to place my face.
I wasn't famous. Yet.
But a few girls gave me second glances. One adjusted her collar too quickly. Another bumped into a bench and flushed. Even a noble girl whispered something and turned bright red when I walked by.
My presence was already spreading.
A bell rang through the air, and I entered the orientation hall. Velvet curtains, chandeliers, banners representing each noble house. Students filled the rows, organized by family status and influence.
As expected, I was at the back. Alone.
That's when I saw her.
Aria von Crimsonhart.
The main heroine. Crown jewel of House Crimsonhart. Student council president. Ice queen. Violet eyes, silver hair in a long ponytail, and a perfect hourglass figure wrapped in the tightest version of the academy uniform.
She stood near the stage, surrounded by nobles trying to impress her. Her expression was bored. She barely acknowledged them.
Until her eyes drifted… and landed on me.
I saw it.
The flicker.
The slight narrowing of her eyes. The way her lips parted, just enough to reveal a sliver of tongue. Her hand touched her neck. Then dropped.
She looked away. Then looked back.
Her body shifted slightly toward mine. Just a degree.
The nobles around her kept talking, but she wasn't listening anymore.
The student council president.
The untouchable queen.
And now she was curious about me.
I smirked and leaned back in my chair.
Let her wonder. Let her burn. This was only the beginning.
I came to this world as an extra.
But soon, everyone would kneel at my feet.
Even her.