Ian, the protagonist of A Country Village’s Circumstances, was an upright young man.
He was devoted to his wife, and as an outsider, he worked tirelessly to earn the villagers’ recognition.
That was why he was betrayed.
‘They saw him as an easy mark.’
His wife took his devotion for granted, while the villagers were busy exploiting him.
With people wearing him down both inside and outside the home, there was no way he could avoid rotting away from within.
In the end, the reason he died alone was probably because he had been such a sucker.
If there was such a thing as a loser’s life, this was probably it.
‘I have no intention of living that way.’
I never asked to possess this body.
Sure, I had thought about being transported into the world of an erotic game, but this was not what I had wanted.
So from now on, I would live this life solely for myself.
"The problem is..."
[Status Window]
◎ Name: Ian
◎ Age: 25
◎ Class: [Hunter (Lv. 10)]
◎ Stats
- [Health: 5] [Strength: 5] [Vitality: 5]
- [Agility: 5] [Senses: 15] [Dexterity: 10]
- [Mana: 5] [Mentality: 30] [Focus: 10]
◎ Trait: [Ugly]
Just like the NTR protagonist of an erotic game, he had utterly miserable stats.
There was no way I could survive this shitty world with this.
And, above all...
"It’s fucking tiny."
The size of my cock was so negligible it was like it did not even exist, and I felt despair wash over me once again.
Enough to seriously contemplate suicide.
"Don’t give up! This is a game world. There has to be a way to fix it!"
It might be the world of an erotic game, but it was unmistakably a fantasy setting.
There had to be an item that could restore my manhood, which was beyond merely being a real tiny dick and practically nonexistent.
Like the Big-Dick Herb from Kunoichi’s Circumstances.
‘Wait a minute.’
As I was half resigned to my fate, an idea suddenly flashed through my mind.
‘Didn’t Sumire visit this village?’
The protagonists of the previous games make brief appearances in A Country Village’s Circumstances.
In other words, this was a world that shared the settings of several erotic games.
‘Then the Big-Dick Herb could really exist, couldn’t it?’
The Big-Dick Herb was a gimmick item from Kunoichi’s Circumstances that turned Sumire, the female protagonist, into a futanari.
It was an item that gave even a woman a huge cock. What would happen if a man took it?
Since it was an event that never occurred in the game, I did not know exactly what would happen, but at the very least, it would restore my manhood.
‘What’s the worst that could happen? I die?’
After all, if the Big-Dick Herb did not exist, it would be hard for me to function as a man.
No, in the world of an erotic game, living like a normal human being would be close to impossible.
In that case, risking my life for the sake of my cock was not such a bad gamble.
‘Fortunately, I’m a hunter, so visiting the forest won’t look suspicious.’
Luckily, the Big-Dick Herb was in a forest near the village.
As long as I prepared myself, I could get it whenever I wanted.
‘Should I get married first, though?’
Having sorted out my thoughts, I headed straight for the village.
I would be busy for a while, considering everything I had to prepare.
. . .
Rural villages were generally closed-off places that did not readily accept outsiders.
But they had accepted Ian.
Why?
Ian was sociable, but their real objective was to pass off a ticking bomb.
"You made the right choice. Isolde is the village’s greatest beauty, so you won’t regret it."
I let out a quiet snort at the village chief’s explanation.
Isolde certainly was beautiful.
In fact, Ian was said to have fallen in love with Isolde at first sight.
But would they really give the village’s greatest beauty to an outsider?
They were dumping her on an outsider because she had a flaw that the village men avoided.
‘Her personality is the flaw, if you can call it that.’
Beautiful women know they are beautiful.
That usually made them self-centered, and Isolde’s personality was particularly extreme in that regard.
Ian had to watch Isolde’s mood just to sleep with her.
Even so, Ian had been more or less satisfied with his married life with Isolde.
That was how beautiful she was, I supposed.
‘Her looks made her personality irrelevant.’
There was another, real reason the village men hesitated to marry Isolde.
"But her younger sister is not in good health."
"How bad is it?"
"Bad enough that she cannot manage daily life without the help of her mother, Adelia."
That reason was Isolde’s younger sister, Isabelle, who was one year her junior.
‘Was the incurable disease called Rose’s Punishment?’
True to the fantasy setting, Rose’s Punishment was a disease that afflicted only girls, and its symptoms were essentially full-body paralysis.
Naturally, Isabelle was a burden who could not even provide basic labor around the house. That was why the village men were reluctant to marry Isolde.
No man wanted to take responsibility for the life of disabled Isabelle, no matter how beautiful Isolde was.
‘What a strange setting.’
Usually, heroines in the NTR genre were supposed to get fucked by other men or betray the protagonist.
‘Ian killed himself and she was abandoned in the forest afterward, right?’
But Isabelle was different.
She had a tragic ending, like some ill-fated female lead.
‘The backstory that she had loved Ian made it leave a bad taste in my mouth.’
Apparently, watching Ian lovingly care for her sister had made Isabelle dream of being loved like that herself.
Of course, she realized that dream was fleeting when she was abandoned in the forest.
‘H Company’s erotic-game settings really are malicious.’
I did my best to play the cheerful, sociable Ian as I made small talk with the village chief.
"As you know, our village is the largest one in these parts."
"I see."
"And we even have a cathedral. You must make offerings, of course, but as long as you have the money, you can receive all manner of miracles."
‘This sounds like a pyramid scheme pitch.’
From the village chief’s perspective, he would want to keep a skilled professional like a hunter around.
There was a forest near the village, but without a hunter, they could not properly procure meat.
He would never want to let an obedient sucker like Ian slip away.
‘But I don’t know how to hunt.’
If this were just a game, I would not have cared, but after possessing this body, it was no longer merely a game.
Whether I could actually hunt was anyone’s guess.
‘I’ll figure something out.’
It did not matter even if I could not.
The village chief was just another one of the bastards planning to use me, and I had no reason to work hard for his sake.
"We’ve arrived. This is Entiel Village."
Once the village’s outline came into view, the chief introduced its name.
I already knew it, but his reminder still made me flinch.
‘How the hell is this village named NTL?’
NTL, the term opposite to NTR, was the village’s name.
I had not even arrived yet, and I already felt fucking miserable.
"That is the house where you’ll be living from now on."
"That...?"
"It may look like that, but the inside is sound. Fix it up, and it’ll be a decent enough house."
"...."
I had already known from the game, but my future in-laws’ home was in a considerable state of disrepair.
‘There hasn’t been a man in the household since the year before last, right?’
With his sick sister-in-law already straining their finances, the family had apparently fallen apart after losing the father-in-law, the head of the household, in some sort of accident.
That was why my future mother-in-law had agreed to marry her daughter off without even seeing an outsider’s face.
"I gave them advance notice, so it’s fine to go inside."
"Then, excuse me."
At the village chief’s words, I opened the loose front door and entered my future in-laws’ home.
"What?"
Then I saw the beauty inside and nearly stopped breathing.
Her dazzling red hair stood in contrast with her flawless skin.
Her features were perfect, set in a small face.
Her eyes, brilliant as sunlight, were especially striking.
"Chief, who is this man?"
She spoke rudely to the village chief.
But she was beautiful enough for that rudeness to be forgiven.
In fact, her insolence was almost charming.
‘Fucking bitch, she’s insanely gorgeous.’
Whenever I played A Country Village’s Circumstances, it had been frustrating to watch Ian act like a sucker for Isolde’s sake. But seeing her again now, I could somewhat understand why he had acted that way.
‘Is she beautiful enough to make a man act like a sucker?’
Even allowing for erotic-game logic, it was absurd that such a beauty lived in a backwater village like this.
Then the woman who gave Isolde’s beauty some plausibility appeared.
"Isolde, say hello. This is the man you will marry."
"Huh?"
At the words of the woman with striking chestnut-brown hair, Isolde’s expression twisted sharply.
She was Adelia, Isolde’s biological mother.
She was not as stunning as Isolde, but she too was quite beautiful.
Unlike the self-centered Isolde, though, she gave off a warm, comforting impression.
Her voluptuous body was especially striking.
"Mom, what do you mean, marriage? I told you I’m not thinking about getting married yet."
Isolde spoke to Adelia as though demanding an explanation.
As expected, it seemed Adelia had made the decision about the marriage on her own.
Naturally, Isolde voiced her dissatisfaction, but Adelia dismissed her daughter’s objections.
"Isolde, you’re already twenty-one. You cannot keep postponing marriage forever."
It seemed harsh for a mother to pressure her daughter into marriage at such a young age, but this world was roughly stuck in the medieval era.
People were recognized as adults from the age of fifteen, and it was common for women to marry around that age.
"He is an excellent hunter. You’ll be able to eat all the rabbit meat you love."
"No. I wouldn’t marry that man even if I died."
"Why not? He is the capable man you wanted."
"Th-that man is..."
At Adelia’s words, Isolde looked at my face, then suddenly made an expression like she had bitten into shit.
"He’s ugly. I don’t want to marry an ugly man like him!"
‘This bitch...?’
Isolde had just insulted me when I had done absolutely nothing.
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