The late 1900s. The emergence of mana and dungeons gave humanity an opportunity called Awakening instead of destruction.
The Awakened who hunted monsters became heroes and stars, and nations erected massive academies to cultivate them.
The academies gathered all Adult Awakened in one place and began to resist destruction.
If you stopped listening here, it would sound like your average modern fantasy but….
The place I fell into. ‘Surviving the Hypnosis Academy’ was a world that was anything but ordinary.
Abbreviated as ‘HypnoAca’.
This game was a god-tier game focused on the very essence of eroge, cramming vast choices and shameless stats into the blunt system characteristic of RPG Maker.
Story? That was nothing more than decoration.
The story goes that Seongwon Academy (聖苑) in Busan, South Korea, was seized ten years ago by some lunatic hypnotist, and the entire city transformed into a giant toy box reflecting that bastard’s sexual preferences.
There was plenty of content lacking in plausibility or common sense, but nobody cared about things like that.
Because, well, this is an eroge.
It was a world where anything was permitted as long as it was arousing.
An innocent girl of such a world. Seo Eun-ha Awakened, and of all places, ended up enrolling in Busan’s Seongwon Academy.
Right. The body I’ve possessed at this very moment.
I sighed, looking into the mirror.
“……Haah, well, I suppose that’s a relief.”
The original protagonist had been under weak hypnosis since the start of the game, her judgment hazy, but I was different.
The debuff slot of my status window was completely empty.
‘Unlike the original, I’m not afflicted with hypnosis.’
In the game, the protagonist was under weak hypnosis yet unable to recognize it.
Only the player could check that fact through her status from outside the monitor.
“If I’d been under hypnosis too… ugh! Just thinking about it is horrible.”
No matter how weak the hypnosis, it was enough to loosen one’s reasoning.
For example… it would make you not report something like being molested on the subway.
Even though it was an abnormal way of thinking, under hypnosis you would accept it as natural.
“To think holding back your voice and quietly enduring molestation is common sense. You should turn around and slap them across the face.”
Well, I don’t think I’d go as far as reporting it, though.
Still, I at least know that being molested isn’t common sense.
Having confirmed once again that I myself was not afflicted with [Hypnosis], I nodded proudly.
I decided to think of this much as a balance patch.
In the original, the protagonist was under hypnosis, but the player controlling the protagonist was not.
In practice, it was no different from the protagonist not being under hypnosis.
By that logic, it made sense that I wasn’t under hypnosis either.
‘…But isn’t this too easy mode if I’m not under hypnosis?’
Most eroges let you reach the ending without a single H-scene if the player deliberately puts up iron walls.
Moreover, I was a veteran among veterans who had played this game to death.
“Being an eroge veteran isn’t exactly something to be proud of but….”
At least in this current situation, it was exactly something to be proud of.
I rummaged through the room and found a notebook. Then I wrote down every strategy I could remember.
Main scenario, ending branches, hidden pieces.
And most importantly, the conditions to avoid H-scenes.
Perfect. With this strategy guide alone, whether it’s the student council president or some tentacle monster or whatever, none of them would lay a single fingertip on my body.
“Well, is this enough for now?”
I closed the notebook satisfactorily and stood before the full-length mirror.
“……Ugh.”
Seo Eun-ha in the mirror… that is, me, was definitely the very image of an eroge protagonist.
Pure yet erotic, slender yet undeniably curvy in the right places—an unrealistic appearance. A pretty girl who had caught my eye even through the monitor.
But the problem wasn’t the appearance itself.
“Is this… a skirt? Not a belt?”
The school uniform skirt was short—far too short.
When playing the original eroge, I’d merely thought, ‘What a splendid skirt,’ but wearing it in person, it was practically at the level of underwear cover.
With the slightest movement, the lines of my thighs were blatantly exposed.
No, it looked like it would show almost down to my pelvis.
“Urk, ugh…….”
I in the mirror flushed red and hunched my body. Yet that only emphasized my firm thighs even more.
I’m going crazy, seriously.
“Hiyaa….”
A long sigh escaped. Even my voice was a ticklish, beautiful tone.
The sight of me twisting my hair around my fingers in agitation was so beautiful that it gave me goosebumps instead.
I couldn’t stand it and turned my head away forcefully.
‘Even for an eroge, isn’t this crossing the line? Are there really only lunatics here?’
Ah, right. It’s true that there are only lunatics.
At this point in time, Busan already had its common sense itself twisted by the student council president’s hypnosis.
If the student council president was left alone, the entire world would become such a demonic realm.
‘I really have to go to school wearing this rag?’
Yet I couldn’t wear pants or a long skirt.
Setting aside violating school regulations, you could even be punished for public indecency for wearing long clothes.
What kind of bullshit is this?
I don’t really know either. I just feel it.
Covering and hiding was a sly, unhealthy act.
Conversely, showing and revealing was a confident, pure act.
That was the twisted law and common sense ruling this city. In other words, it was a mad world where wearing long skirts or pants got you treated as a pervert instead.
“Hoo… calm down. It’s just a game anyway.”
I pressed down hard on the hem of the skirt with trembling hands. But the moment I let go, the elastic fabric rolled right back up.
In the mirror, I looked no different from a prostitute, dyed red to my ears, trembling.
In the end, unable to endure the shame, I turned my head away again.
“Urk… I can’t go on like this.”
I took a deep breath and steadied my ragged breathing.
Tomorrow was the academy entrance ceremony.
I’d have to stand before people dressed like this; if I lost my composure just from looking at myself in the mirror, the result was obvious.
I’d end up staring stupidly at the floor, advertising that I wasn’t under hypnosis.
‘Surely they won’t discover me among two hundred freshmen just because I’m a little hesitant… but just in case.’
Instead of fleeing from the mirror, I stared directly at myself head-on.
“I have to get used to it. This is just ordinary clothing. A piece of cloth.”
I repeated inwardly as though I were under hypnosis myself.
The problem was that it was truly a small piece of cloth worthy of being called a ‘rag,’ but….
Perhaps because it was a figure that brought a smile to your face just from looking, after staring for so long I was starting to get a little accustomed to it.
As long as I didn’t realize that this body belonged to me, that is.
‘I might as well think of it as playing a game… this is just a game….’
I looked at Seo Eun-ha’s legs in the mirror. More than half her thighs were exposed; with just a slight movement, it seemed like you’d get a precarious glimpse of her underwear.
“She really is pretty, that’s for sure.”
Large eyes, a pert nose, a slender jawline.
Deep pupils that sparkled like starlight, and conspicuous silver hair to boot.
Goosebumps rose at the inner thoughts I’d blurted out without thinking. But I shook my head.
‘This is objective analysis. She’s the protagonist character, so you can’t deny she’s pretty.’
I spun around once as though showing off the uniform.
The skirt hem fluttered lightly, brushing against my thighs.
At first it was a sensation so unfamiliar it gave me goosebumps, but with repetition, the stimulation gradually turned into mere ticklishness.
I had to get used to it.
Under that pretext, I kept staring at the mirror.
At first it was nothing but awkwardly spinning around, but before I knew it, I was trying poses that Seo Eun-ha had taken in the game.
‘W-what was the victory pose again…?’
I trembled my lips and tried a smile. Both fingers drew V-signs beside my eyes.
Thump, thump.
The sound of a heartbeat echoed through the quiet room.
I had the perfect excuse of needing to get used to my body. Thanks to that excuse, I could examine my body closely.
I focused my gaze on my chest, which I’d been consciously avoiding.
An overwhelming volume that was difficult to properly observe without using the mirror.
‘…Breasts. They’re so heavy.’
Even when I tried not to be conscious of it, my gaze kept drifting downward.
Let me say it again, this is not my desire but purely objective analysis.
Gulp—
My throat was dry for no reason, and I swallowed.
‘What’s going on inside the uniform shirt?’
Seo Eun-ha’s default outfit in the original is this academy uniform.
Naturally, she’d be wearing a bra underneath.
‘It’s uncomfortable, and I need to change into pajamas anyway….’
I reeled off pathetic excuses to myself and unbuttoned the dress shirt one by one.
The fair skin beneath the white shirt was gradually revealed.
Pop, pop.
Every time a button came undone, it felt like the room’s temperature rose by one degree.
Finally, when the third button came undone and the pink lace bra struggling to contain her bursting chest was revealed.
“Haah…….”
As cold air touched my skin, my waist bent along with a strange moan before I knew it.
“…I must be crazy, seriously.”
I came to my senses with a start, hurriedly changed into pajamas, and dived under the blanket.
Even under the blanket, my body burned hot, and I tossed and turned for quite a while before I could fall asleep.
*Hypnosis (Hidden): Hypnosis Depth has increased by 1!
*Current Hypnosis Depth (2)