Chapter 1: An Eroge Is a World Only for the Protagonist Anyone who likes manga or novels has probably imagined this at least once.
An isekai delivered via express shipping by a truck driver, or waking up one day to find yourself as the protagonist of a game or comic.
Even if not seriously, everyone has thought about it at least once…
Well, in that sense, I hit the jackpot.
I hit it… right?
There's a goddamn pig standing in the mirror.
Ah, not a literal pig, just a very fat human…
Dammit!!
Why did it have to be this guy?! I'd rather have been possessed by a villain who gets sliced up by the protagonist!
There are so many cool characters, so why him?!
"Buhihi…"
Wow… even the groan I let out in despair is skin-crawling.
It's painful to realize this is my voice, but ironically, hearing it makes me snap back to my senses.
Alright, let's calm down and assess the situation.
This is a world inside a game.
And an eroge, at that.
Unless it's the NTR genre, an eroge is a world that exists solely for the protagonist.
No matter what perverted things that bastard does, no matter what nonsense he spouts, women fall for him, and beautiful girls spread their legs for the protagonist.
Are there plenty of ugly protagonists these days, you ask?
If you're asking that, you're quite the "gentleman" who enjoys his eroge, aren't you?
Hey, hey—no need to hide it.
It's hard to admit in real life, but I enjoy them enough to call it one of my hobbies.
It's just us here, so what's the harm?
In that sense, let's think about it again: an eroge is a world for the protagonist.
An ugly protagonist?
There might be eroge with bad endings, but in the vast majority, an ugly protagonist does the most ridiculous things, touches all the top-tier women, and enjoys a legendary life.
And there's definitely a route to a Good Ending.
That's right. An eroge is a world for the protagonist, and the game I've entered is especially a world of the protagonist, by the protagonist, and for the protagonist.
Actually, let's change that last part.
It's not a world for the protagonist; it's a world only for the protagonist.
The world I'm standing in now is… an SRPG? An RPG?
Anyway, there's magic, and it focuses on combat and leveling up, so some people call it an "ero-GAME" rather than an "ERO-game," but the essence is still the same: having fun sex with beautiful women! That's the goal.
The protagonist is just super strong, handsome, and good at everything. Despite being a student, he saves the world, and women lift their skirts saying, "Oh my, Protagonist-kun, you're so amazing~" It's an eroge with that slightly old-school vibe.
All other men are supporting characters! Most are extras! This woman, that woman—they're all the protagonist's women! Friends, seniors, juniors, teachers, the lady next door, the friend's lover, the rival's lover, the benefactor's wife—all of them! The protagonist's women!!
Sex with enemies during battle! Sex while training! Sex while buying things at the convenience store! Sex because your eyes met while walking down the street! You like him? Sex! You hate him? Forced sex!
And yet, his reputation remains pristine—a filthy world existing solely for the protagonist!
And I am… no, not me, but this pig is in the position of the protagonist's friend in this game world.
He's the type who shows up occasionally to crack perverted jokes, gets looked down on by the women, and then exits the scene.
Maybe the developer forgot about him, or maybe even they thought he was too disgusting while writing him, because his presence vanishes after the mid-game, turning him into an extra-level existence that everyone forgets.
… …
Deep breath, deep breath.
Whew—whew—whew…
Sorry. I looked in the mirror again and my rage spiked.
Seriously, how can anyone look like this? I'd rather you sent me back in my original body.
At least my original face was slightly above average.
※ This is a common delusion among men.
Fine, the fat is okay. I can lose it.
If I had another hobby besides eroge, it was hitting the gym.
I have plenty of knowledge on body building and the persistence to follow through.
My original body, while not "legendary," was pretty decent from lifting heavy weights.
※ This is a common delusion among those in their second month of gym training.
But is this really an "unscratched lottery ticket"? An extra who was explicitly made to be a gag character?
I'll probably just become a below-average gag character even if I lose the weight.
For now, let's calm down and think about what to do.
I fell asleep yesterday after playing games intensely.
For the record, it wasn't an eroge, so I hope you "gentlemen" don't get the wrong idea.
Anyway, no big-breasted loli goddess appeared to tell me anything, I wasn't hit by a truck, and no princess with her tits half-out cheered because she succeeded in a Hero Gacha.
I just opened my eyes without any explanation and found myself in this world, in this pig's body.
And the problem is, I have none of the pig's memories.
Isn't it a universal rule that when you possess someone else's body, at least some faint memories remain?
Then those hidden memories slowly resurface, heightening the tension…
Nothing. Not a single thing comes to mind.
This guy had so little screen time that I only remembered his name after looking at his ID.
If I hadn't seen his face and the familiar words on the admission guide—and if I hadn't played this eroge fairly seriously—I wouldn't have known.
Looking at this cramped room, he lives alone, and there are two months left until admission to Yggdrasil, the school that serves as the game's setting.
The protagonist's perspective starts from the day of the entrance ceremony, so the game hasn't even reached the prologue yet.
I don't know his bank PIN, his family, how he lived, his habits, or his hobbies.
I don't even want to know a pig's hobbies, but in modern society, not knowing your own information severely limits your room to maneuver and creates a nightmare scenario.
A man who doesn't even know his own family is just a person dropped into the world completely defenseless.
No, wait.
I was shocked to be dropped into an unfamiliar world, but as long as I can prove who I am, I can get my personal information somehow.
Relationships? People in modern society are slaves to their smartphones anyway.
It'll probably be facial recognition, so if I look at the phone…
… …
You bastard… you lived a lonely life, didn't you…
Seeing that the most recent contact was an advertisement from three days ago, I feel a strange sense of pity and kinship that brings tears to my eyes.
With a heavy heart, I close the phone.
Ah, but first, let me check the porn stash he collected.
I gather information bit by bit while looking through his surprisingly high-brow porn, search history, and apps.
Oh, come to think of it, the banking app uses facial recognition too. I worried for nothing.
There is 200,000G in his account.
It's called G in the game, but it's easier to convert if you just think of it as adding a zero to the value in Won.
Surely this isn't his entire fortune? He seems to be living on his own; does his family send him money?
It's not one of those "this is all we can give you, live on your own from now on" situations, is it?
Rent and living expenses aside, items are all money-guzzlers, so 200,000G won't cut it.
Hmm… does it matter? I can just swipe all the hidden items placed on the map anyway.
Right now, there should be almost no restrictions on maps that usually open through time progression or events, so I could even get late-game items and sell them.
And maybe some bugs will work.
What about the protagonist?
That guy will eat well and live well even without this stuff.
The women gathering around him will take care of everything anyway, so he'll reach the ending without a hitch.
It's not like the world ends if the protagonist loses.
Hey, kid, you have the whole world, and you want this too? Confiscated. It's all confiscated.
And even if I miss everything else, I must get the items that change one's appearance.
Thinking about that, the money in the bank feels like nothing.
Well—first, let's make sure the items are actually on the map.
If they aren't, my life enters Hard Mode immediately.
I head outside and eavesdrop on the people in the street.
Yeah, no problem. I can understand them.
I was worried because I lacked memories, but fortunately, the language translates.
It's a bit confusing because seeing it in person is different from the game, but items are just sitting there on the ground, so there's no issue.
So far, so good. Next, I need to figure out how to make money using the game systems.
Come to think of it, what really happened to me?
Did I die?
I was living as a corporate slave anyway, so I don't have many regrets… but if possible, I hope my PC and phone were formatted by some miracle before anyone found them.
Or at least that my internet search history was deleted.
Well—it doesn't matter now.
While farming items and lost in thought, I stop at a certain street.
… …
Right, this is an eroge…
If I go down this alley, kind women will welcome me.
Even if my body is a pig right now, there's a very grateful system that accepts everyone without discrimination.
Should I call it a welfare company that comforts men with wounded hearts, even if it's an "establishment"?
What? Why are you looking at me like that?
It's legal here, so it's fine. A country that adopts a licensed prostitution system is a great country.
And with this body, I'd be kicked away for smelling bad just by approaching a woman, so this is a happy choice for everyone that doesn't make people uncomfortable.
Now, shall I go for my first isekai sex?
"Customer, could you please leave?"
"… … I came here as a customer, though?"
My heart was fluttering just a moment ago, but now a well-dressed brute is smiling thinly at me.
"Oh, I know. But this place is operated on a membership basis, so you cannot enter."
Don't lie to me! The protagonist was coming and going just fine from the start.
They even gave him tons of service!
There's no way a membership system suddenly vanished in just a one-month difference; this is a scheme to kick me out.
"I have money. I can pay right now…"
"Customer, there are other guests, so shall we step outside to talk?"
A rough hand grabs my shoulder and shoves me outside with great force.
As soon as we're out, the brute lights a cigarette and blows smoke in my face.
"I'm saying this nicely: don't even think about coming back here."
"… …"
I glare at him, feeling wronged, but the brute just scoffs and continues.
"Hey, the girls here have eyes too. You think they'll just spread their legs for anyone with money?"
Isn't that exactly what they do?
Is an ugly man's money not money?
I only think these things to myself because the brute's face is too terrifying.
The pig I've possessed is an extra-level supporting character, but he's still someone who passed the entrance exam for a school where only the elite gather.
He's a mage who could easily overpower an ordinary person with a single spell.
But what good is that? I don't have his memories, so I don't even know how to use magic.
"Our girls are kind-hearted, so they usually accept anyone. But they said they absolutely couldn't take you after seeing your face. There's a gym down there. Take that money, lose some weight, and then come back."
The brute pats my shoulder as if he cares.
However, the hand patting me with heavy force is clearly telling me to get lost and not try anything stupid.
"… …"
As I turn away without a word, I hear the brute laughing behind me.
I'll remember you.
I'm going to take revenge on this whole shop, so just you wait.
"Aaaagh! Let go! I have to go in! My hope is in there! My hope is in there!!"
I get chased by the police after breaking into a building to pick up an item, but I don't care.
I get shoved into a trash can and covered in filth, but I don't care.
People whisper as they look at me, but I don't care.
I don't care what stands in my way.
I will change my appearance and I will gather money.
"Suspect is currently fleeing! Requesting backup on Route 6! Description: obese and possesses an appearance that is hideous at a glance."
"Shut up! Do you know my sorrow?! And that's rude! Don't call me hideous! If you're a cop, describe my appearance professionally!"
And I will definitely have my revenge.
Definitely. I mean it.
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