Pure Love Fantasy
That was the name of a game I once loved.
At its core, it was a classic tale—a hero defeating the Demon King and saving the world. Though the setting was cliché, the character design and gameplay were exceptional, earning it a reputation as a surprisingly well-crafted title among players.
Addictive.
That was my verdict after playing Pure Love Fantasy. The graphics were admittedly lackluster, likely due to its modest budget, but beyond that, it had no glaring flaws.
…Well, perhaps one. Whether it counted as a flaw depended on personal taste.
Pure Love Fantasy was a game with heroines. As the story unfolded, the bond between the protagonist and the heroines deepened. And when the final boss, the Demon King, fell at last, the long-awaited ending arrived—the culmination of the protagonist's love with the heroine.
A happy ending.
The credits rolled, showcasing the beautiful heroine—who had weathered countless trials alongside the protagonist—standing radiant in a wedding dress, exchanging vows with him. The chime of wedding bells, a tender kiss amidst cheers and applause… It was a heartwarming conclusion, one that left a lasting impression on anyone who played the game with genuine affection.
But for me? It was nothing but disappointment.
Unsatisfied, I replayed Pure Love Fantasy over and over, scouring every route for an alternative ending. Yet what I sought was nowhere to be found.
Perhaps that was inevitable. The game was called Pure Love Fantasy, after all.
And what I craved… was a Netorare ending.
I knew my tastes were questionable. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't suppress this twisted obsession.
The heroines of Pure Love Fantasy were my ideal women, no matter how many times I saw them. It was pathetic, falling for fictional characters instead of real people—but I couldn't help it. My perfect type existed only beyond the screen.
Yet, I was an incurable netorare enthusiast.
As I played, I'd project myself onto the protagonist, only to grow irritated when the heroines remained loyal. No matter how I acted, the game refused to bend.
Pure Love Fantasy was pure love, through and through. The developers would never cater to someone like me.
In a final, desperate attempt, I took to the game's online community, hoping to find like-minded players. Instead, I became a punching bag.
"Seriously? Some idiot's looking for NTR in the PURE version?"
"NTR bugs, please log off."
"Go satisfy your kinks with your own wife, lol."
No one understood my frustration. To them, I was just some pervert sullying their beloved pure love experience.
And honestly… they weren't wrong.
This was a game with a fixed ending. Maybe it was time to give up.
At least, that's what I thought—before I found myself inside the world of Pure Love Fantasy.
The Continent of Crea
A unified realm with millennia of history, where humanity thrived under the protection of the heavens. The land of Anon had known peace for generations.
But peace was never eternal.
The people learned this the hard way when the Demon King appeared. Without warning, he led an army of monsters in a merciless slaughter, ravaging the continent.
Humans took up arms, but their resistance was futile. Against the overwhelming might of the Demon King's forces, they stood no chance.
Villages burned. Nations fell. The corpses of parents, siblings, and friends littered the land. Wherever one turned, there was only bloodshed and despair.
Just as the people lost all hope… a light emerged from the darkness.
Ion Rayhard—the Hero.
A beacon of courage in a world drowning in chaos. Even when all others had surrendered, he alone stood against the Demon King's forces, cutting down the monsters that slaughtered humans like insects. His valor was enough to halt the demons' advance.
Where others saw despair, Ion saw only resolve.
"We will drive back the Demon King's army. We will reclaim our peace."
His unwavering spirit moved even the goddesses of heaven. Touched by his determination, they descended to the mortal realm, turning the tide of battle.
With the Hero and the goddesses leading the charge, the Demon King's forces faltered. Those who had once given up now found hope again. United, the people fought back—and at the forefront stood Ion and the goddesses.
After a long and grueling war, the Demon King finally fell to Ion's blade. Leaderless, the demon army scattered. Thus ended the Great War of Vocals, an event forever etched into history.
The people hailed Ion Rayhard as their savior, the one who restored peace to the world. And so, the continent entered a new era.
To heal the war-torn land, the goddesses took direct rule over the mortal realm. None dared oppose them—after all, it was by their grace that the world still stood.
Under their reign, Crea flourished in an age of tranquility, known as the "Divine Era."
And in that peace… came a wedding that captivated the entire continent.
The union of Hero Ion Rayhard and the five goddesses.
An unprecedented event, yet no one was surprised. It had long been an open secret that Ion and the goddesses shared deep affection. Some envied Ion for monopolizing such divine beauties, but none objected.
After all, he was the Hero who saved the world.
If anyone deserved such a reward, it was him.
Amidst the cheers and blessings of the people, Ion Rayhard became the husband of the goddesses—beings whose beauty eclipsed all others in the world.
As the most radiant couple in existence, they exchanged vows. And in the dazzling peace they had forged, a love untouchable by any other blossomed.
…
That was the Harem Ending.
The Goddess's Bedchamber
"Ahh…! Ion!"
A woman writhed atop the bed, her breath ragged, her moans filling the lavish bedroom.
"Demeter…!"
I gripped her hips, thrusting deep into her divine folds, relishing the way her body tightened around me.
Beneath me lay a beauty beyond mortal comprehension—Demeter el Lepothesia Rayhard, the Goddess of Abundance, protector of nature.
One of my wives.
Her sapphire-blue eyes shimmered, her long brown hair spilled across the sheets, and her flawless body arched in pleasure.
"Ion… I'm close—!"
Unable to hold back any longer, I buried myself to the hilt, releasing inside her. Her womb, blessed with fertility, trembled as she took my seed.
"Haah… Demeter…"
"Ion…"
With a soft smile, she leaned in, pressing her lips to mine. I accepted the kiss passively.
"That was… wonderful," I murmured.
"Yes… for me as well."
The obligatory exchange. The hollow words we always shared after sex.
We both knew the truth.
Neither of us meant a single word.