Chapter 3: Super Lewd and Super Violent

 Chapter 3: Super Lewd and Super Violent

“Way too slow!”

Akari slammed the newspaper down on the dining table and glared at Takumi.

Takumi hurriedly put on an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, sorry! Got held up a little. Look—your favorite pan-fried gyoza, mixed cold noodles, and breakfast milk!”

The beautiful tyrant huffed loudly.

“Hmph. Hurry up and go wash your face already. You’ve got eye gunk. You’re completely embarrassing the royal family.”

“Y-yeah, yeah, right away.”

Takumi had zero resistance against this tyrannical little sister of his. He dashed to the bathroom at full speed.

While brushing his teeth and washing his face, he glanced in the mirror.

There was nothing visible on his head… but from time to time, faint electric currents prickled across his forehead.

“People always say your first kiss feels like getting shocked… but isn’t this shock lasting way too long?!”

Takumi grumbled internally.

Still—this strange sensation was proof. Everything that happened earlier wasn’t a daydream, and he hadn’t suddenly contracted second-year middle school syndrome like his sister.

After the initial shock passed, only wild excitement remained in his chest.

If the Mother of All Demons hadn’t lied to him… then from now on, he possessed the ability to cross into the 2D world!

The ultimate dream of every hopeless otaku!!

“But… seriously, making a contract with a demon god… is this really okay? Daijoubu desu ka?”

Throughout history, anyone who signed a pact with a devil never had a happy ending. Their souls get dragged to hell after death, blah blah blah…

Wait.

Didn’t Lilith say something like… “After you die, I’ve prepared a very nice spot for you in hell”?

…Looks like heaven is off the table forever.

Peh peh! Who cares about the afterlife anyway!

No time to waste—let’s test this crazy new power right now!

Haha… Saber… Ikaros… Shana… Taichou… I can finally meet all of you!!

Ooooohhh—my hype meter is already MAX!!!

After washing up in record time, Takumi charged up the stairs, threw open his PC, and powered it on.

As a true degenerate otaku, his rig was absurdly high-end, basically the most expensive thing in the entire house.

And yet he almost never touched AAA single-player games.

This monster was built almost exclusively for galge, eroge, and binge-watching anime.

A complete and utter waste of enthusiast-grade hardware.

Seriously, for eroge you could just hook up a console to a big TV and call it a day.

A lot of visual novels never got cracked… but Takumi only played on PC.

The ones without patches? He cracked them himself.

Teachers saw him as an average student at best.

But through sheer horny motivation, he self-taught mastered the dark arts of reverse-engineering.

A small-scale genius, in a very crooked way.

He opened the entertainment G: drive—then froze.

…Wait.

How the hell do I even activate this power?

He scratched his head in confusion.

Suddenly the electric current on his forehead surged violently!

His whole body jolted.

A mysterious stream of information poured straight into his mind.

He understood.

“Demons are beings of desire, who grant desire, bestow desire, and hunger for desire.

To use the power of this demon god, you must possess sufficient ‘desire points’.

Lust for money, lust for power, lust for sex—any kind works.”

So that’s how it is…

Desire is the fuel.

Takumi didn’t particularly care about money or authority.

After thinking for two seconds, he silently opened the forbidden E: drive.

Inside: an ocean of high-definition hentai.

Paired with his RTX 5090 and massive 32-inch screen, it had already claimed the lives of billions of his little swimmers over the years.

Besides anime, the only other desire burning inside him was… well… the most primal male instinct of all.

He double-clicked “Real Kanojo” — the famous 2010 Illusion adult 3D real-time eroge masterpiece.

2560×1440 native support.

With 3D glasses? It practically felt like the girls were stepping out of the screen.

This entire ridiculous PC had been built specifically for this level of degeneracy.

He loaded his save, switched to uncensored free H mode, and there she was—his first girlfriend ‘Ai’, posing in a bikini.

He quickly turned the volume almost all the way down.

If his sister heard this… he was 100% dead.

Then the lewd scenes began.

Takumi felt his blood roaring.

But strangely… unlike every other time when the heat rushed downward, this time it surged upward—straight to his brain.

His forehead grew scorching hot.

New information flooded in.

“Desire received. Primal human instinct detected.

From now on, desires of this category will be converted into magical energy.

Current energy quota: 5.

Apart from the initial activation engraving which was fueled by your personal desire, future increases require satisfying the primal instincts of others.

Given your particular interests, the majority of this energy will be replenished by females from 2D fantasy worlds.

The more popular the character, and the more you personally like her, the more magical energy she can provide.”

“Replenish… from females? What does that mean exactly?”

“Exchange of bodily fluids.”

PFFFFFT——!!

Takumi faceplanted directly onto the keyboard.

Exchange of bodily fluids?!

That’s way too evil—wait… isn’t this just mana transfer from Fate/stay night?!

His heart was pounding like crazy.

But there was still one big question left.

“So… how exactly do I enter the 2D world?”

“Idiot-proof method: any anime series or game you have downloaded on your computer—just double-click the icon.

Warning: Whether or not you can jump depends on the world’s popularity, your personal affection level, and the power scale of that world. Each requires a different amount of magical energy.

If you have enough, you can enter. If not—you can’t.

Start with low-requirement worlds to farm mana, then slowly work your way up to the big leagues.

Easy way to check: look at the shortcut/play icon.

If it’s shining brightly → you can go.

If it’s dim and blurry → not yet.

Good luck, you pathetic 5-mana scrub.”

The engraving on his forehead delivered its mocking message in a fully personified tone, then went silent.

Takumi was so pissed he could explode.

But the burning curiosity and excitement about crossing dimensions quickly drowned out the anger.

He started frantically clicking through folders.

D: drive—his proud anime and galge collection.

Nothing. All dim. Not a single glowing icon.

Then he remembered something… and reluctantly opened E: again.

…Sure enough.

A whole bunch of icons were shining brightly.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Not these!!!

I wanted to go to proper story worlds, not these plotless meat-only nukige!!

Yoru no Tanken Byoutou?! What is this?!

Enbo?! What the hell is that?!

Oni Chichi?! Why are all the ones I can enter these kinds of things?!

This isn’t what I wanted at all!!

Can’t you screw me over any harder?!!”

Takumi let out a tragic scream.

But his hand… never stopped moving the mouse.

And then—he clicked on one of them.