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I Became a Scum in Depressing Game

Read the complete synopsis before reading the novel. ---- An ordinary guy was thinking of confessing his love to a girl at the end of summer break, but he died before he could confess. He reincarnates into a new world and realizes he is in the world of the game he played. The game was a bit complex, with lots of choices and twists, but in simple words, it had a protagonist and five heroines. Making the correct choices would keep all heroines alive and end up with the protagonist, while incorrect choices would lead to the death of the heroine. The person responsible for killing the heroine if the player makes the incorrect choice is Akechi Ryuki, the best friend of the protagonist. Now, our normal guy possesses Akechi Ryuki. What is he going to do? Will he do the same as the real Akechi Ryuki would do? Or will he do something even worse? Or will he ignore them? ---- MC is a good person, but he has many perverted fetishes and fantasies, which he will make heroines fulfill since heroines also have such fetishes. Also, not all women in the novel are for the MC. The MC already had his harem, while other characters also have theirs. If you are reading the novel, don't complain about MC's not making moves or stealing others' harems. MC has his harem, and he doesn't want it anymore. ---- Read the tags below before reading the novel. Later, don't complain about why I did that. Tags: Anal, BDSM, Blackmail, Corruption, Cosplay, Drugs, Exhibitionism, Footjob, Group Sex (Only Mc and other women), Handjob, Humiliation, Lactation, Lesbian, Masturbation, Milf, Multiple penetration (With Toys), Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Ra*e, Romance, Sex Toys, Sex Slave, Sleep Sex, Spanking, Stripping, Teasing, Teacher.

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342 Chs
#R18
#DARK
#HAREM
#SUPERPOWERS
#TRANSMIGRATION
#SLICEOFLIFE
#TRAGEDY
#ANTIHERO

Nightmare

[Warning: This chapter is kind of an experimental chapter. It can be disturbing for a few readers, so I would suggest you skip it if you don't want to imagine disturbing things; nonetheless, you are not going to miss anything in the story if you skip this chapter.

Also, I want to know if you want this kind of chapter more or not, comment to tell me if you like it or not]

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Ryuki grinned wickedly. "You know, I think I should show this photo to everyone in class," he said with a laugh.

"No," Asuka whispered, her voice weak. Tears streamed down her face as her body shook.

She stood naked in front of Ryuki, her smooth, pale skin fully exposed. He couldn't stop staring at her perky, round breasts topped with small, pink nipples. Unable to resist, he reached out and touched them, feeling their softness.

"Umm!" Asuka let out a short cry. Shame flooded her as she squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away.

"Hey, don't look that way. Look at me," Ryuki said. He grabbed her chin gently and forced her to face him.

He stared into her ruby-red eyes, wet with tears. He noticed the mole under her left eye and her soft, red lips. Leaning in, he kissed her hard, pressing his hand against her breast to hold her in place.

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Ryuki woke up, sweat dripping from his forehead. He hadn't expected a dream like that. Breathing heavily, he wiped his face and tried to calm down. After a moment, he sighed and shook his head. This must be from when Ryuki first took advantage of Asuka, he thought.

In the dream, Ryuki had used his gift to get a photo of Asuka masturbating while holding and kissing a picture of her brother. Ryuki shook his head harder, trying to push the scene away, but it stuck. It felt too real—the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breasts, her heavy breathing, and her cries still lingered in his mind.

To clear his thoughts, he looked at his mother and Saki sleeping nearby. They were the only people he truly cared about. But after this dream, he wondered: Would he keep having dreams like this? Why did it even happen? Confused, he asked his gift for an answer.

[Wait 18 years to know the answers.]

His gift always showed the fastest way to achieve something. So, the quickest way to understand these dreams was to wait 18 years. The game's main story would start in nine years and end three years later. That meant he'd get his answer after the game finished. With no other options, he decided to wait. He lay back down and soon fell asleep.

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"Huh? But… this isn't what you promised!" Asuka yelled, her voice full of anger and pain.

Ryuki smirked. "So what? I have recordings of us together. Imagine if I showed your brother that video of you begging me to fuck you. He'd be crushed—his sister, who swore she'd love him even as siblings, now acting like a whore with someone else. How do you think he'd feel? Sad? Angry? Broken?"

Asuka went silent. Then she dropped to her knees in front of Ryuki. Her naked body was smeared with white semen—some on her face, some in her hair. She looked defeated.

"Please don't send that video. I'll do it. I'll steal the exam papers," she begged, tears falling.

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"You can't! Please don't! I'm begging you!" Asuka cried, her voice shaking with fear. Tears poured down her face, but Ryuki ignored her pleas. He walked away, leaving her surrounded by strangers.

Helpless and terrified, Asuka's cries filled the air as the unknown men closed in.

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"Mother, I'm sorry. Brother, I'm sorry. I've become dirty… too dirty…" Asuka sobbed. Her eyes were so blurry with tears she couldn't see the ground.

She stepped forward, the breeze hitting her semen-covered body. In the next moment, she fell and lost her life.

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"No!" Ryuki jolted awake, nearly shouting. He didn't want to sleep again.

He sighed and shook his head, trying to erase the dream, but it wouldn't leave. This time, he'd seen everything from Asuka's perspective, not his own. It made him sick. He hated Ryuki—the game's Ryuki—so much he wanted to strangle him with his own hands.

"I'll never do anything like that," he promised himself.

He got up and gulped cold water, soothing his dry throat. Back on the futon, he glanced at his mother and Saki. His face softened, but worry crept in. "I hope I don't dream about them," he whispered.