This Isn't an E*otic Game?-Chapter 107: Kanya and Asmodeus

Right up until the moment Satan crushed my leg and Belphegor suddenly jabbed her finger into my head, it all still felt real.

But the next moment—

I fell.

Into a blurry, dreamlike world that didn’t feel real at all.

Anyone could see it wasn’t reality.

The problem was, it felt horribly vivid.

The moment my father died.

The moment my mother passed in her hospital bed.

And then...

Even my first death.

All those dark memories repeated endlessly—relentlessly.

But those events—

I’d already come to terms with them.

Sure, it was sad when my parents died. But they’d loved me so much that I never even considered collapsing under the weight of it.

If I let myself fall apart, that would’ve been an insult to their devotion.

Burning to death... yeah, that was a fucked-up memory.

But honestly, the pain didn’t even last that long.

I passed out from smoke inhalation pretty quickly, so I didn’t even get the chance to fully feel the pain.

To be real with you, getting stabbed by Satan a moment ago hurt more than dying in that hospital fire.

So those memories... they didn’t even count as trauma to me anymore. Watching them get poked and prodded like some holy weapon actually felt kind of pathetic.

But I guess a Demon Lord is still a Demon Lord.

Because the next moment—

[So what? In the end, you failed to save your mom or dad.]

[What did enduring that agony even get you? That little kid probably doesn’t even remember you.]

[You died for nothing.]

The negative emotions I’d shoved deep inside and sealed away—started crawling up to the surface.

And it wasn’t laughable anymore.

The darkness inside me writhed and twisted, mutating into a massive, grotesque beast that shrieked as it lunged at me.

I ran.

Of course I ran. But of course, I didn’t get far.

It caught me almost immediately.

That shapeless monster gripped me with dozens of hands, wrapping itself around me, slowly groping every part of my body.

[Stupid motherfucker. Couldn’t even finish your college exams—just leeched off your parents like a useless piece of shit.]

[If you’d just made more money, your mom wouldn’t have died. A better hospital, better treatment—she’d still be alive.]

[You’re a loser.]

[Why are you even alive? You’re not good at anything.]

[You’re a high school grad with no skills. Just a dumb, helpless idiot.]

[Everyone else is off in college, dating, getting jobs, buying cars—and you? What are you?]

[Do you even deserve to live?]

...I know.

I know all of this—the voice, the monster, all of it—is just some psychological warfare the Demon Lords are waging to break my mind.

But everything it's saying is true.

Even I thought I was a pathetic excuse for a human being back in Korea.

After bouncing around between part-time jobs and temp gigs, I’d sometimes just collapse in disgust, overwhelmed by how much I hated myself.

I mean, yeah, this path I chose... it was the best I could do at the time.

But people don’t usually respect “your best.” Not if it looks like mine.

If I wanted to be treated well, to be respected, I should’ve retaken the exams, gotten into a good university.

Gotten a solid job.

Maybe then I’d be able to date, maybe fall in love.

But back then, my situation didn’t give me any room to study again.

No, that’s an excuse too.

Some people had it just as bad—or worse—and still fought their way out, worked their asses off, and made something of themselves.

I have no right to deny that.

This whole disaster?

It happened because I didn’t try hard enough.

I really am—

Just defective.

Even in Korea, I was a half-assed failure. And even here, in this other world, I haven’t done anything by my own strength.

I’m really pathetic.

Even I think I’m a totally unappealing man.

If Asmodeus wasn’t living inside my soul—

If I didn’t have access to these damn eroge-game skills—

I probably never would’ve had a chance with a woman in the first place.

None of what I’ve achieved is truly mine.

It’s all luck and coincidence stacked on top of each other.

I’m...

I’m completely useless.

Why am I even alive?

I don’t think I deserve to be.

Maybe it’d be better to just rest now.

Maybe if I die here, I’ll finally feel peace.

I don’t want to live anymore.

I just want to—

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!!!”

A sharp scream cracked through the fog, and something slammed into the hands clutching my body.

With a chorus of horrible screeches, the grotesque monster’s arms—those filthy limbs that had been wrapped around me—were all torn away.

That’s when I finally snapped back to my senses and looked up to see who’d saved me—

“This is not the time, dumbass! If you die, I die too! Now MOVE!! Get on my back!!”

...What the hell is this scraggly-ass pony?

Except for the single horn sticking out from its forehead, there wasn’t a damn thing majestic about it. Just an ugly little runt of a horse shoving its back toward me.

The amorphous monster let out another roar and charged right for me again.

Reflexively, I leapt onto the pony’s back.

Compared to the average horse, it was super small—my body alone nearly took up the whole back.

“Fuck, you’re heavy as shit!! Hold onto my damn mane!! I’m running!!”

The pony took off.

No matter how you slice it, four-legged beasts just run differently from humans. The speed was on a whole other level.

I mean, yeah, I was grateful... but with this short, ugly little thing panting and scrambling like hell, it felt more like a gag scene than an epic escape.

“Wait... are you... Kon?”

“Took you long enough! Yeah! The unicorn from your necklace—that’s me!!”

I ducked low, pressing my face into Kon’s neck.

It was kinda awkward.

Why had he saved me?

Sure, we didn’t have beef or anything, but it’s not like we were tight enough for him to throw himself into danger for me.

“Why did you save me?”

“I don’t know what the hell the mechanism is, but your past!! It wasn’t just you who saw it! I saw it too!!”

Kon shouted while sprinting like a madman.

“And I swear—I’ve never seen anyone so goddamn good as you!! I was scared shitless! I was just gonna hide and do nothing—but after seeing your past... I couldn’t just leave you!! You’re a saint! You’re the kindest human I’ve ever met!!”

That caught me off guard.

Me? Kind?

Me? A saint?

Was that what moved Kon so much he came to save me?

But I’ve made a ton of mistakes, same as anyone. I’ve hesitated between right and wrong more times than I can count.

Hell, I’ve done plenty of bad things too.

I’m not Jesus. I’m not the Buddha. Not even close.

“I’m not a saint. I’m not that good a person. But... thanks, Kon.”

“Bullshit!! If you’re not a saint, then I’m—AAAAAAUGH!!”

Our escape didn’t last.

Kon screamed as he crashed into the ground, and I was flung off and slammed hard into the floor.

The shapeless monster, despite its appearance, was fast as hell.

“H-Help me!! Amayel!! Save me!!”

Before I could even react, the monster swallowed Kon whole.

Dozens of hands wrapped around his body—and in seconds, they consumed him completely.

“KON!!”

I scrambled to my feet and sprinted toward the shapeless monster.

I tried to use my skills, but of course—not a single one worked.

I stared at the monster.

It looked fucking disgusting.

Just seeing it triggered a visceral sense of fear and revulsion.

I didn’t want to get close.

All I wanted was to turn around and run.

But I clenched my teeth and forced those feelings down, running and running again.

Kon had saved me.

Kon had to be just as scared as I was.

And yet the idiot still rescued me, just because he thought I was “a good person.”

So I had to save him too.

“Give Kon back!”

I grabbed hold of his front leg, which was still sticking out from the monster’s body.

And just as I started yanking with everything I had—

Kon’s negative emotions and memories started flowing into me.

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“What the hell is this pathetic little shit? This thing’s not my son.”

Kon had been born small from the beginning.

Even when he turned five—the age when unicorns were officially considered adults—he still had the body of a foal.

The unicorn that seemed to be his father looked down on him with contempt and abandoned him.

The other unicorns treated him the same way.

The only one who ever supported him was the mare who birthed him—but she wasn’t a unicorn. Just a regular horse.

Naturally, she didn’t live long from Kon’s perspective. She died.

After that, Kon was alone.

His horn was so small that the amount of psychic power he could use was pathetic compared to other unicorns. Because of that, he was never accepted into unicorn society. He always hovered on the fringes.

A total outcast.

Kon eventually went into heat like all the others—but the mares rejected him too.

To them, he was just a tiny, ugly male.

Then, one winter day, when Kon was at his lowest, a unicorn mare was born to one of the herds.

In unicorn society, where the gender ratio leaned heavily male, the birth of a female was a huge deal.

Everyone was obsessed: Who would be her first mate?

It was no exaggeration to say it became the central interest of every unicorn male.

And Kon... fell for her at first sight.

The same Kon who used to lie around all day chewing grass like a depressed sack of shit suddenly vanished into a cave and started training like a maniac.

He pushed his mind to its limits, studying every way he could think of to refine his psychic abilities.

Since his psychic power was weak, he focused on control and precision.

That’s why he could assist my skills so well.

For over two years, Kon trained himself to death—literally—and when he returned, he was a completely different unicorn.

The day the unicorn mare hit maturity and °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° entered her first estrus—

Dozens of male unicorns surrounded her.

“Mate with me. My seed is superior.”

“I’ll protect you during your pregnancy.”

Kon appeared amid the flood of proposals.

Naturally, the other males didn’t even consider him a rival—they just laughed.

But they all got their asses handed to them.

One by one, Kon wrecked them all with his unbelievably precise psychic control, forcing them to flee in disgrace.

Bloody and limping from fighting over fifty other males, Kon approached the mare.

“I-I’ve fucked every mare in this entire area!!”

He stammered, immediately bullshitting.

“I-I’m the baddest stud you’ve ever met!! I only bang each one once! Once is all it takes to knock ’em up! That’s how potent I am!! So just—mate with me! If you do, you’ll—!!”

While Kon kept stammering and desperately puffing himself up, the unicorn mare smiled shyly.

“You’re kinda cute. And just now... that was pretty cool. What’s your name?”

Kon smiled.

He tried his hardest to sound wild and alpha as he introduced himself.

“I’m... the Little Horn of the Northern Hills...”

As Kon and the unicorn mare were about to start glowing pink and have their romantic moment—

“AAAAAACK!! HELP!! HELP!! AMAYEL!!”

Perfect fucking timing. Just as things got good.

I managed to yank Kon out of the monster’s grasp at the last second.

The rest of his memories stopped flooding in.

Wow.

They really just cut it off like that?

I quickly grabbed Kon and hoisted him to his feet, then jumped on his back.

Kon started running again, trying to escape—but the monster was faster.

[Give it up, Jericho Amayel! Surrender and come to us!!]

A warped, dreadful voice boomed across the entire mental world, hitting both my ears and Kon’s like thunder.

The monster’s hands grabbed us both—me and Kon—at the same time.

Kon cried out, his voice trembling with panic.

“I-I don’t wanna die like this!! I haven’t even mated yet!! I don’t wanna die a virgin!!”

Even in a moment like this, I couldn’t help but let out a hollow laugh.

“Kon... you were a virgin?”

All that shit he said—how he banged ten mares a day.

How a real stud only hits it once and walks away.

All of it—total bullshit.

Kon didn’t answer my dumbfounded question.

The monster swallowed him in a flash.

And the same went for me.

Horrific memories and waves of negativity came crashing in like a flood, aiming to shatter my psyche completely.

I thrashed, I struggled, tried to squirm away—but escape was impossible.

Yeah.

I guess... this is the end.

I just want to go back to Korea.

Asmodeus, the Saint, all this shit—

It’s too damn much for me.

If I went back to Korea... what would happen?

My body was probably burnt to nothing. Would I get reincarnated as someone else?

If I’m reborn, please let me be the youngest son of some chaebol family.

Thinking useless thoughts like that, my consciousness slowly sank below the surface.

I lost consciousness.

And in the very last moment before blacking out, I heard two voices—shouting at once.

“[Amayel!!]”

Asmodeus’s voice.

And—

“Let go of him!!”

Kanya’s voice, ringing loud enough to shake the entire mental world.