Chapter 01

Ever heard of a porn game that got preserved as a meme for being unfappable?

「My Onahole Academy」

Shortened to 「Ona-Aca」

A game that, with its meticulous artwork and expansive story, had won the expectations of the industry’s most esteemed degenerate critics—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. Some works are like that, impossible to explain why.

Was it a difference in taste? A cultural gap?

Either way, 「Ona-Aca」 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.

“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 birthed the 「Unfappable Trash」 meme.

Huh. The letters were moving.

“Come on, read it! Did you 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!”

“A porn game that fails to get you hard is a 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 envelops this entire work. Highly recommended if you’re planning 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 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 needed to figure out what the hell was happening before I could even react.

I didn’t have a little sister. Certainly not one this breathtakingly beautiful.

A delicate black-haired girl peeked in cautiously before stepping inside.

Her expression was stiff, and her voice was devoid of emotion.

“You were already awake… why didn’t you say anything?”

Her eyes… looked uneasy.

Like she was staring at a criminal about to cause trouble.

As I shifted to sit up from the bed, the girl flinched.

“Ah… I’ll go downstairs first, then…”

“Wait.”

“Why?”

She blinked at me as if asking, Can’t you see?

There’s a blonde woman standing right here. Isn’t that weird?

Was she really some kind of spiritual entity? An uncomfortable silence stretched as the girl’s brow furrowed.

“……Am I your brother?”

“…….”

She stared at me like I’d lost my mind.

This conversation wasn’t going anywhere…

As I started to get up, the pretty black-haired girl hurried downstairs.

The goddess giggled, watching me stand there in stunned silence.

“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.