1. Welcome, Master
"Welcome, Master."
I possessed a pretty-boy collection game. No—maybe it was truck-kun reincarnation. My memory's fuzzy, but hey, that kind of thing's common these days, so let's move on.
"Hey, don't you think you're standing way too close for a first meeting?"
"But I like you, Master."
The point is: the pretty-boy characters I personally chose and collected came spilling out by the truckload the moment I opened my eyes, all crowding around me.
"And that title—could we use something else?"
"Huh? Why? You don't like it?"
"It's not that… it's my name."
Anyone would feel weird being called by name the moment they met someone—especially before introductions.
Besides, Han Ju-in was never into pretty boys to begin with. Her tastes leaned toward big, rugged men and BDSM fantasies. So having these slender types strip and rush her shouting let's have sex did absolutely nothing for her.
"Ah, leave it to us."
"We'll try harder."
"We'll keep growing until you're satisfied."
Yeah. No matter how much she insisted she hated growth narratives, it went completely unheard. Mandatory boy collection, unilateral master treatment—neither side was exactly treating the other like a human, so it wasn't like she had much ground to argue on.
"Um, and also…"
"Yes, Master?"
"Could we maybe… untie me first before we talk?"
Kidnapping, confinement, and breeding before any story-building or affection grinding—this opening did not look survivable. Ju-in's mind began to go blank.
*
"Status window!"
Which try was this? Ju-in shouted every command she could think of through gritted teeth.
"Current status? S—status?"
"..."
"System?"
"Oh."
"Show me the money?"
Too late. There was no undoing what had already spilled out. This wasn't going to be an easy mode run.
"Haha—wow. You're insane. Your trembling voice is fucking sexy, Master…"
"I'm already wet."
"Me too."
No—I'm not wet, you are. And what exactly are you expecting me to do about that?
Ju-in listened to the攻略 targets babble on, then squeezed her eyes shut.
"Please… just let me live."
[ Failure to achieve 100% completion results in death! ]
"System, you fucking bastard!"
She couldn't remember the game's system with perfect clarity.
Still, true to a pretty-boy collection game, the characters she'd already gathered appeared in droves.
Collecting had been half the fun—but she also had a habit of pushing everything as close to 100% completion as possible. Daily log-ins, methodical accumulation—those memories resurfaced faintly.
And it wasn't just about collecting. Each character grew in proportion to the time, effort, and devotion invested. They had individual settings, backstories—some so vivid they felt alive. There were so many, though, that remembering every name had been impossible.
"It's all for your sake, Master, so just relax."
If she'd known this would happen, she would've tried harder to remember them.
At least their faces, heights, builds—everything about their appearances was reasonably close to her preferences. How, out of so many, had only these been selected?
"Three at once is okay, right?"
"What?"
That was the problem—she had to deal with them simultaneously. Two positioned themselves by her arms, one between her legs, as if they each had assigned roles.
Watching her clothes being politely stripped away in disbelief, Ju-in decided to call them Black Hair, Blond, and Redhead, respectively.
"Come on, relax."
They all smiled differently—each smile revealing their personalities. For the record, the ones who didn't smile, or smiled with faint contempt, were more her type.
"Let your body go."
Black Hair and Blond took turns licking and sucking her breasts, lightly biting as they claimed their shares. Redhead buried his face between her legs, clearly targeting her clit.
"Sex happens to be our specialty."
With a mischievous glint, Redhead rubbed his cheek between her thighs, then—as if someone had hit a start button—the real thing began.
"Ah—!"
Blond and Black Hair lovingly stroked her nipples, already stiff and swollen.
Meanwhile, Redhead slipped fingers into her slick entrance while busily working his tongue. The pace gradually quickened, teasing the triangular bud of flesh until—
The G-spot, was it?
Pressure there—on a place she'd never consciously noticed—forced her head back.
"W-wait, just a sec—ah!"