Chapter 1

Eroge. 2005/11/15 17:56 So, I got a package the other day. It was from Amazon. I don’t remember ordering anything, but the package is clearly addressed to me from Amazon. I scrawled off a hasty signature like a celebrity and took the box back into my room. I looked multiple times to confirm that it was indeed my name on the package, but I still couldn’t remember buying anything. In this case, there could be only one answer… It was clearly my girlfriend’s doing. I hesitantly approached my girlfriend, who was lying in my room, reading Love Celeb and wearing a grin, the type of which no human being should ever sport. I knew it. And with an “Oh, it arrived,” she grabbed the package from my hands. She began tearing directly through the cardboard. Most people would neatly cut through or rip off the tape on the lid, but my girlfriend does not bother herself with methods that involve more than one step. And what should emerge from the shattered, torn carcass of this cardboard box, but… A smaller box. Judging from the packaging, it was some kind of game. And it didn’t look like a PlayStation game. Therefore, it was most likely a game to be played on the PC. A sudden possibility popped into my head, and I asked my girlfriend a question. I really hope it’s not the case. That is another world that I really don’t want to get involved in, for entirely different reasons. Not least of which is the fact that she’s buying it under my name. This was her answer. Ah, I see. It must be very erotic, then. It was a scream emitted from my entire body and soul. I don’t know why she denied it the first time. At any rate, it was one hell of a roar. I’m sure it must have upset the neighbors. And, of course, it just had to be “it is an eroge” that I screamed so loud. I can practically see the neighbors pointing at the back of my head tomorrow. … Someone, anyone, save me. … Whew. Well, that earthshaking bellow helped calm me down. I’m okay. I’m still hanging in there. I can still fight. I got into a boxing stance within my mind, and I delivered a withering smack down to local fujoshi, Y-ko. I couldn’t help but frame the question politely. You are so weak, me! But I just can’t help it. She’s older than me. It’s my personal motto to always speak politely to my elders. … Well, that makes sense. However, I can’t back down yet. I’ve got to get answers to all of my questions. She looked at me with an expression like can’t you even understand that? Yes, yes, I do. It is indeed embarrassing. I know because I am feeling it in real time… … I know it so well it hurts. I mean… … there are limits to injustice. Apparently, this game has been turned into an anime. Apparently, it’s not really that erotic… Apparently, it’s actually very popular… I have learned something today.