The Logout Button Vanished After the Shura Field

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My name is Matsuo Riko, and I'm a reviewer of full-dive romance games.

I've played games for years and seen it all. My nerves are as steady as a mountain.

That was, until I came across this game.

This unnamed game, made by a wealthy patron, had one unusual feature: to pursue a character, I had to sell them a gift they wanted.

No big deal.

Even if it meant selling rotten oranges to a white-haired delinquent, a monkey to a tiny-eyed guy with a bun, fake bourbon whiskey to a blond, dark-skinned mixed-race man, and the Prison Realm to the four-armed, four-eyed King of Curses.

In the end, I used my amazing skills to meet the sales targets and start pursuing them.

The process was a bit rough. There were even mishaps, like my target's romance route turning completely dark, friendship maxing out while romance stayed at zero, the System malfunctioning intermittently, and the game abruptly ending before I could finish.

But it didn't matter. No matter how things went, once I hit the log-out button, I was just a heartless bad girl who'd gotten what she wanted and left.

At the end of the game, after setting up a carefully planned love triangle from hell, I pressed the log-out button, ready to leave in style. That was what I thought.

Then the wind died down, and nothing happened.

I looked down and shuddered.

The log-out button...

It had disappeared, aaaah?!

I stared at Gojo, the teacher in front of me, smiling as he ate Kikufuku. In a daze, I remembered the goodbye I'd said and the terrible things I'd done beforehand, then quietly checked my combat stats.

#Help! How do I escape from these high-powered psychos? Waiting for answers, it's urgent!#

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Coming soon: Surrounded by Mad Dogs After Transmigrating into a Romance Game

Synopsis:

One night, a game designer who made games solely to indulge her own kinks

woke up and found herself inside a game she'd designed.

She thought back over the games she'd created.

At least she'd only made three games so far in her career.

Let's go over the keywords.

First game: Yandere younger brother, mad-dog older brother, dark twin-brother sandwich, steamy scenes.

Second game: A guy with a split personality, clingy puppy by day and cold sadist priest by night, one-on-one obsessive love, hypnosis play, steamy scenes.

Third game: A collection of nonhuman characters, steamy scenes.

Since she'd designed them to satisfy her own kinks,

each game had twenty bad-ending routes with forced erotic scenes and one happy-ending route with sweet erotic scenes,

ensuring players got plenty of stimulation and satisfaction.

First, she had to suppress the urge to shake her past self and beg her to redesign the characters as pure and kind.

Now she faced the following situation:

1. All three games had merged into one, and she was the sole heroine on every route, with a whole stack of bad endings waiting for her.

2. Her hope of hiding until the end of time was dashed. The yandere younger brother was right in front of her, calling her "Big Sister" sweetly as he stroked the cold chain fastened around her wrist.

#How do I make all these perverts lose interest and become decent people? Waiting for answers, it's urgent!#

*Nonhuman characters planned for now: mermaid, tentacles, shadow, queen insect

In one sentence:

A romance-game designer chasing a thrill transmigrates into the kink-fest erotic game she created and finds herself surrounded by yandere, mad-dog, darkened male leads and sadists.

Theme: Fight to survive in adversity.