A Face-Con's Honmaru Rules of Horror

Ding-dong! You have a forwarded message from a friend:

[Big news, big news!]

[The classic PPT game has launched an immersive horror version today! Nostalgia meets novelty, thrills blend with excitement!]

[Start with a whole city, and choose from thousands of handsome men! Whether you like mature men, young adults, or cute little boys, or tsunderes, sweethearts, cool types, and straightforward guys! Master and servant, forbidden love, power couples, and tragic romance are all here! If you can imagine it, you can find it!]

[And you, my dear player, my dear Lord of the Swords! You are the true emperor!]

[Click to download the game, and let us welcome the emperor's return. Your Majesty, ascend the throne!!!]

Player: Hesitates... (glances at the character's face) Clicks with determination!

Register an account, choose your starting sword, select a login location, and enter the game.

[You have died.]

The bright red notification practically smacked the player right in the head.

Yu Que: "?"

He refused to believe it and logged in again.

In a dim room, a well-endowed motherly man gently stroked his head. Just as Yu Que was about to blush and lose himself in the immersive experience, the familiar bold text smacked him in the forehead again.

[You have died.]

Yu Que: "?"

But could that stop a player? Of course not!

So, lured by all that beauty, he died over and over again without knowing what was happening. Dizzy and disoriented, after one unexpected brush with death after another, a little scrap of paper, as if burned to a crisp, slowly unfurled in the air.

[Players must follow the rules.]

Given how many times he'd died, it felt like straight-up mockery.

Yu Que stared at it as one vein after another bulged on his forehead.

You piece of crap!

Stupid game!

[You have died.]

The player was absolutely furious!

But faced with all those beautiful faces in the game, Yu Que couldn't help getting back up.

After all...

The obedient Tsukumogami tilted his head back. His Adam's apple bobbed nervously as he trembled, while familiar fingers pried open his lips, swollen red from the ravishment, and did as they pleased. The slender figure of the Lord of the Swords became a shadow that completely enveloped the person beneath him.

"Master..." Mist made those eyes look hazy and innocent, with a tear still caught at the corner of one eye.

Yu Que sucked in a deep breath.

When you're angry and see a face like that, all your fury goes straight to your lower belly, damn it!

Theme: Love can reshape your heart