Ever heard of an erotic game that got turned into a meme for being utterly unarousing and unfappable…
[My Onahole Academy]
Short [Ona-Aka]
A game that, with its meticulous artwork and expansive story, had won the expectations of the industry's most esteemed degenerate gamers, only to become a laughingstock after release thanks to the bizarre meme [Unfappable Trash].
The art? Clearly well-drawn.
The story? Not bad.
But when it came down to "business"…
it just didn't get you hard. It was just like that, and impossible to explain why, It just was that way…
Was it a difference in taste? A cultural gap?
Either way, [Ona-Aka] was undeniably a commercial success. If it hadn't been popular, the mocking meme wouldn't have existed.
And hey, bad publicity is still publicity. From the creator's perspective, it wasn't all bad… or so I thought.
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"Hey, asshole!! Read that vile comment you wrote, out loud!"
"...."
Seemed like she was really pissed.
In front of me stood a petite, fuming blonde beauty, and floating in the air was the very first comment that started the whole [Unfappable Trash] meme.
Huh. The letters are moving.
"Come on, read it! Did you ever think you'd get summoned in front of the person you insulted? Hah! I'm the goddess who made this game! Too late for regrets now!!~"
"....."
"To make an Eroge that fails to get you hard is an extraordinary talent in itself."
"Ghk…!?"
The goddess, who had demanded I read the hate comment, nearly buckled at the knees before straightening back up.
I continued reading flatly.
"An indescribable aura of unfappability surrounds this entire work. Highly recommended if you're trying to quit masturbation."
"Ughh!! Stop… stop it already...!"
"...You told me to read it."
Where even was this place?
If the blonde girl in front of me hadn't introduced herself as a goddess, I could've just chalked it up to some mentally unstable woman breaking into my tiny apartment.
But the problem was, this wasn't my room.
It was a completely unfamiliar space.
"Any guilt I might have felt just vanished."
Her expression suddenly turned dead serious.
"What?"
"It's too late for regrets now."
"You already said that. Why would I regret anything?"
The self-proclaimed goddess' words cut off abruptly as the sound of footsteps reached my ears.
"..."
"Oppa. Time to wake up."
Knock knock.
When no response came, a soft sigh followed, and the doorknob turned without warning.
"I'm coming in?"
I couldn't even say anything, because how can you speak when you don't even know what the hell is going on?
I don't have a younger sister.
And I especially don't have a younger sister this ridiculously beautiful.
A girl with pure black hair peeked her head in cautiously and stepped inside.
Her expression was stiff, and her voice, when she spoke, was calm, flat, even.
"Why didn't you say anything if you were already awake?"
Her eyes… she looked anxious.
Like she was staring at a criminal about to do something dangerous.
When I shifted in bed to sit up, her shoulders flinched slightly.
"Ah, then… I'll just head downstairs first…"
"Wait a sec."
"What?"
I gave a glance as if to ask, You don't see her?
That blonde woman, standing right here like she owns the place.
This is weird, right?
Was she… really a spiritual being or something?
The uncomfortable silence dragged on as the girl's brow furrowed slightly.
"…Am I really your brother?"
"...."
She looked at me like I'd just said something completely insane.
The conversation died right there.
As I looked like I was about to get up, the pretty black-haired girl hurriedly rushed down the stairs.
The goddess, watching me stand there dumbfounded, giggled to herself.
"So? How's Serena in real life? Still feel like calling her 'unfappable'?"
I was starting to piece things together.
The impossibly beautiful girl who had just appeared, her name was Serena.
And the fact that the goddess was asking if I still thought she was unfappable…
This had to be inside the game.
"Judging by your ugly mug, it'd take you a thousand years to even land one of my heroines! Pfft!"
The goddess' behavior only solidified my theory.
But there was one misunderstanding I needed to clear up.
"Goddess."
"Hmph. What? Finally feeling sorry? Too late, but go ahead."
I knew this bratty blonde had some kind of mysterious power, so I laid out the facts as plainly as possible.
"It wasn't me who wrote it."
"Huh?"
Her eyes shook violently.
"That review. Wasn't me."
"L-Liar! It was your account! I… I checked everything…!"
"I lent it to a friend. His got banned, so he begged me to borrow mine."
"Wait a second!"
She seemed to be using some kind of mystical magic to verify the truth.
A moment later….
"I-I'M SO SORRYYYYYY!!"
The goddess was now bowing deeply in front of me.