The Erotica Heroine Trapped in a Horror Game

[Welcome to the SSS-level dungeon: “Wish.”][Please choose your cause of death.]The moment I landed in the horror game and reunited with my teammates, a strange man appeared in front of us.Thick black mist coiled around his head, hiding his face. His whole presence felt… wrong.“Shit!” the guy with dyed yellow hair cursed.“What kind of sick prank is this?You think a few cheap effects will scare me? Nice try!”He’d been cursing nonstop since the game started. No matter how the veteran players in our group tried to explain, he was convinced we were all in on some elaborate scam.Now, glaring furiously, he marched right up to the stranger and shoved him.“I’m warning you! Let me out of here, or I’ll— What the hell?!”His hand went straight through the man’s body.He stumbled back, eyes wide, staring at his hand in horror—only to watch it dissolve into a red mist before his eyes.“Wh-what’s happening?“Help me! Please—someone help me!”He cried and crawled toward us, desperate

“Wait!” I called out quickly.“I’m not sleeping in the maid’s room!”I hurried after him, plastering on my best grin.“You’ve got your own room in this mansion, right? How about we share a bed?”The boss said nothing. He just floated faster, like he couldn’t get away soon enough.I rushed after him.“Hey, aren’t you supposed to grant my wish? You know… shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.””“I never agreed to that,” he said flatly, cutting me off.I frowned. “What the hell? Isn’t this dungeon called ‘Wish’? Weren’t you the one who said you’d grant every player’s wish? Why are you treating me differently? That’s discrimination! I’m filing a complaint with headquarters!”He stared at me in silence for a long moment, clearly speechless.Finally, in a resigned tone, he said, “…Fine. Come with me.”After a maze of turns, he brought me into a luxurious bedroom.The second I saw the king-sized bed in the center, I threw myself on

“We’ve figured out what the Boss likes,” the girl said quietly. “But what about what he hates? If someone picks the wrong dish, they’ll die.”I raised my hand.“I found a photo album in the library,” I said. “It’s full of pictures of a little boy’s birthday parties. Year after year, all the way into his twenties. And in every single photo, the cake was untouched. So I think the food the Boss hates… is fruit cake.”Once we’d identified the deadly option, an even harsher question followed.If everyone had to present a dish, who would offer the one that guaranteed death?In the end, we decided to draw lots.A buzz-cut guy pulled the short stick. His eyes flickered nervously—and for some reason, he glanced at me.---When the banquet began, Cheryl was the first to step forward. She presented the creamy stew with practiced elegance.The system’s clear, cheerful voice rang out:[Congratulations. You’ve presented the Boss’s favorite dish.][You have earned the Boss’s favor. You get

“And when you went up to the Boss, a cloud of black mist swallowed our sight. No one knows what you two said. All we know is, after your conversation, the buzz-cut guy who shoved you died.”The tall guy pressed his advantage, stepping closer.“I’ve heard in some dungeons, NPCs disguise themselves as players to trick everyone into wiping. Right now, I reasonably suspect you’re one of those NPCs.”The younger girl didn’t say anything, but her eyes were full of the same wariness and hatred. Quietly, she slipped a hand into her backpack like she was reaching for a weapon.Crap. To be honest, listening to the tall guy’s line of reasoning, I couldn’t entirely rule out the NPC possibility either. Great, no rebuttal available. I tried not to laugh.The girl pulled a gun out of her bag and pointed it at my head with a dead expression. Her whole vibe turned cold and hard, couldn’t have been farther from the fragile, obedient act she’d pulled earlier.“From now on, you answer my questio

He finally asked his last question.“Do you hate those people?”Luther nodded once.“Yes.”The two exchanged thoughtful looks before quietly stepping away.When they were gone, I walked up to him. The black mist around him was heavier than ever, thick enough to almost hum.I looked up at him and asked my final question.“Your power to grant wishes…. Was that something you already had when you were alive, or did you gain it after becoming… whatever you are now?”The moment the last word left my mouth, the black mist erupted, wrapping tightly around me.It reeked of blood, so dense and suffocating it felt almost solid. The fury inside it pressed down on me like a tide, ready to drown me whole.After what felt like forever, I finally heard his answer.“…When I was alive.”---Final Day.The system’s voice rang out:[Final Quest: “Wish” has been issued.][Each player may now make one final wish to the Boss.][Only the player who makes the correct wish will survive.][All