Alex sat in his room scrolling through social media, watching people discuss a game he'd never heard of until three days ago. Trysodynia - Peak Harem. The name alone was ridiculous, but the comments were glowing.
Big boobs. Thick thighs. Actual harem content with six hundred storylines. It was exactly the kind of escape a guy living in his parents' basement needed.
He downloaded it immediately.
The game was decent enough—the male characters were mediocre at best, but the female characters? They had that real milf energy that kept him coming back. After playing for hours that first day, he noticed they were advertising a novel adaptation. Without thinking much about it, he bought it.
A month passed. He read the novel twice, played through multiple routes, and found himself completely hooked. There was something about this world that felt different from other games. Something real about it despite the obvious fantasy premise.
One night, he decided to leave a review on the website.
Great story, but the protagonist is way too dense. He let four heroines die just to protect some school students. Made me hate him even if it was necessary.
He didn't expect a response. But the next morning, an email arrived.
From: Unknown
Thank you for playing and being the one and only reader and player of this story.
Alex blinked. Was this spam? He checked the buyers list out of curiosity. One entry. Himself.
He typed back: Hey, so you're the author? Only one buyer? That's rough. Anyway, the story was decent but the MC was dense as hell.
The response came faster than expected.
From: Unknown
After becoming a god and spending years learning to write, I guess I couldn't capture human nature properly. You're right. Will you live in that world if given everything the MC has? Can you spend your life there?
Alex read that message three times. This guy was calling himself a god now. Either he was joking around or completely unhinged. Either way, it was entertaining.
He looked around his room. Expensive furniture his parents had bought to appease their guilt. Money in his account but no friends to spend it on. He'd been homeschooled, isolated, completely alone. The only real social interaction he'd had was two years ago when he attended school part-time for a few weeks before his parents pulled him out and hired private tutors instead.
Games were his only escape.
So you can take me out of this hell hole? Try it.
He sent it as a joke, drank a protein shake, and went to sleep.
He never woke up in his own bed again.
"Isn't that the heir of the Ashborns?"
"Don't look at him or you'll be cursed too."
"Did you know he cheated in the entrance exams?"
"Haha, don't you know his family got him in?"
"People say he even stole girls' underwear."
"Oh no, should I hide the new pair I bought?"
"Filthy noble kids. Although most kids here are nobles, such ones are disgusting."
Nex sat on a stone bench in the academy courtyard, his head in his hands. The memories weren't completely clear—they were fragmented, like watching someone else's life through a broken window—but he understood enough. He was blamed for cheating his way into Dragonheart Arcane Academy. He was blamed for using family connections. And worst of all, he was blamed for stealing girls' underwear, which he was pretty sure the actual Nex had done, but nobody could prove it.
The whispers continued around him. Nobody was being quiet about it anymore.
He stood up suddenly, unable to contain himself any longer.
"I've lived a normal life! Forget talking bad—I've never even talked to people more than two minutes! What is this? I come here and become some guy who cheated on his entrance tests, used family connections, and some people are even saying I stole girls' underwear!"
His voice cracked as he screamed it into the courtyard. Everyone stopped what they were doing.
"Now who knows what's true? The Dragonheart Academy kids in the game weren't like this—they were like flowers!"
He was making it worse. The stares multiplied. The whispers intensified.
"Look at him talking to himself as if something bad had happened to him."
"Haha, look at how shameless this guy is."
Nex turned and walked away without another word. He needed to be alone. Away from the judgment. Away from the voices.
His dormitory room was nicer than anything his actual parents had ever given him. High ceilings, a view of the academy gardens, comfortable furniture. He sat on the edge of the bed, still processing everything, when a screen appeared before his eyes.
[SYSTEM INITIALIZED]
[Welcome, Host. You have been given a body that every female craves. A cock that can satisfy any woman.]
[RISE AND SHINE, EXTRA OF MINE]
Nex stared at the notification. "Cringe. Don't I get stats or something?"
[The academy has a 10% male and 90% female ratio. No man looks better than you to any woman. Charm maxed. You've been given dick sensitivity—sexual knowledge—aura of protagonist—people can see you even from distance. Status screen lets you read people's info. Memory enhancement. Mana influence.]
[Subquest for the day given once in a while.]
"That's... a lot. I doubt the real protagonist has even one of these."
[Subquest: Talk to a heroine.]
[Quest: Get first sex with anyone. Reward: Additional strength and mana.]
Nex's hands trembled. "Wait, you said I don't have numerical stats, and now you're talking about additional strength? What bullshit is this?"
He paused, then curiosity got the better of him. He unzipped his pants.
His jaw dropped.
It was huge. Absolutely massive. Eleven inches at least, thick beyond any reasonable proportion. It looked like something a god would craft specifically to humiliate him.
"Is this god actually enjoying making me his personal playboy or something?" he muttered, staring at it in disbelief.
[Free pass to go out anytime. Due to family connections, host can do part-time jobs. Hell, he can seduce women outside too.]
Nex spent the next fifteen minutes trying to hide it in his pants, pulling his academy uniform down as far as it would go. It still felt obvious.
He dressed up carefully, pulled on his jacket, and decided to get some air. Maybe a coffee would help him think.
The inauguration ceremony had already happened while he was in his room. He walked around the academy slowly, coffee in hand, observing the different areas and event scenes set up for the start of the year. The mana patterns were visible to him now—faint glowing flows that weaved through the architecture and people around him.
It definitely felt different from staring at it on a screen.
"This is interesting," he said to himself, watching the mana currents shift. "Although I don't have to do jobs due to my so-called rich family status, it's definitely better than being stuck somewhere else."
He took a long sip of coffee and continued walking.
A group of students was talking near one of the academy buildings, their voices low but urgent.
"—heard about the incident with the dean's daughter?"
"No, what happened?"
"Supposedly, she's been avoiding everyone since yesterday. Some people are saying it has to do with that Ashborn asshole..."
Nex kept walking, pretending not to hear. Of course there was already some drama attached to him.
[SYSTEM MESSAGE: Charm aura detected nearby female.]
A girl glanced in his direction, her pupils dilating slightly before she looked away quickly, her cheeks flushed. Her friends immediately noticed.
"Oh my god, did he just—"
"Shut up, he didn't—"
But she was already blushing deeply.
Nex continued walking, his heart pounding. This was real. All of it. The power, the body, the system—everything the god had offered him was actually real.
"Hey system, can't we have stats?" he asked quietly, aware of how ridiculous he looked talking to himself again.
[Why are you so intent on making things difficult?]
"What's the point of being in a game then?"
[Alright... you sure are nasty. Here you go.]
A status screen appeared:
[STRENGTH: 85][CONSTITUTION: 92][AGILITY: 88][INTELLIGENCE: 90][CHARM: 100][MANA: 150][SEX APPEAL: 100]
"And the reward?" Nex asked.
[+10 on a random stat if host talks to a female lead.]
Nex smiled despite everything. At least the system was starting to make sense.
He took another sip of his coffee and waited to see what the day would bring.