I’ve found myself trapped in a shallow adult game. I didn’t write that review!. It’s an adult game called ‘My Onahole Academy,’ or simply ‘Onaaka.’ This game received high expectations among the esteemed perverted gentleman community in the industry due to its dedicated artwork and extensive story. However, after its release, it became a target for ridicule because of an odd meme called ‘Nokkolgab1‘ that emerged from it. The artwork? Well-done. The story? Not bad. But strangely, it just doesn’t click when you get to certain scenes. There are sometimes scenes that are very difficult to explain why they don’t work as expected. Is it a matter of taste or a cultural difference? In any case, “Onaaka” was undeniably a commercial success. If it hadn’t been popular, the mocking meme wouldn’t have surfaced. It’s good for publicity, so from the creators’ perspective, it wasn’t a bad thing… or so I thought. “Hey! You! Read that vile review you wrote with your mouth!” “…” It seemed quite unfair. In front of me was an audacious, petite, blonde girl, and the original review that gave birth to the ‘Nokkolgab’ meme. It’s fascinating how words can spread around like wildfire. “Come on, read it already! Did you think you wouldn’t be called out in front of the creator of this game? Hah, I’m the goddess who made this game! It’s too late to be sorry now!” “Well, maybe it’s just a talent that adult games don’t appeal to you.” “Huh!?” As the goddess who had asked me to read the troll review seemed about to run out of patience, she quickly composed herself again. I continued to read the comments, dumbfounded. “There’s an indescribable ‘Nokkol-ui3‘ aura enveloping the entire work. If you’re thinking about quitting porn, I strongly recommend it. “Ugh! Stop… stop it…” “…as I said, read it.” Where am I? If the blonde girl in front of me hadn’t introduced herself as a goddess, I might have treated it as a situation where a girl who needed psychiatric help had invaded my ordinary apartment. The problem is, this room is unfamiliar to me. It’s a very unfamiliar space. “Even the slightest sense of guilt I had has disappeared.” Suddenly, she frowned. “What’s wrong?” “It’s too late to regret it now.” “I said that earlier. Why would I regret it?” Suddenly, the words of the self-proclaimed goddess stopped abruptly, and I heard footsteps. “Big brother, it’s time to wake up.” Knock, knock. The sound of a knock. When I didn’t say anything, a small sig,h, and the doorknob turned without warning. “Can I come in?” I needed to understand what was going on to respond. I don’t have a little sister, especially not one as incredibly pretty as this girl. An innocent-looking, dark-haired girl cautiously poked her head inside. Her expression was stiff, and her voice was emotionless as she called out to me. “Why didn’t you say you were already awake?” Her gaze… seemed uneasy, as if she were looking at a potential criminal who might commit a crime at any moment. When I tried to get up from the bed, she hunched her shoulders. “Oh, well, I’ll go downstairs first…” “Wait.” “Why?” She gestures as if to ask, ‘Can’t you see?’ A blonde woman was standing confidently right there. It’s weird. Is she a spiritual being? Her uncomfortable silence was the only response to my contemplation. “…Am I your big brother?” “…?” My question seemed strange, and she stared at me with a very odd expression. The conversation wasn’t going anywhere. As I looked like I was going to get up, the pretty girl with black hair hurriedly went downstairs. The goddess was laughing heartily as she watched me stand there, bewildered. “What do you think of seeing Serena in person? Still think it’s ‘Nokkol5‘?” I roughly understand the situation now. Just a moment ago, a girl with an otherworldly appearance briefly revealed herself, and her name is Serena. And judging by the question of whether I got aroused upon seeing Serena, it seems like we’re in a game… “It would take you a thousand years to conquer one of my ultimate heroines with your unattractive appearance! Ha!” The goddess’s hostile behavior further solidified my suspicions. So, there was a misunderstanding that needed to be corrected. “Goddess.” “Hmph. What is it? Are you ready to apologize? It’s a bit late.” Knowing that this audacious blonde goddess possessed mysterious power, I conveyed the truth as honestly as possible. “I didn’t write it.” “Huh?” The goddess’s gaze wavered intensely. “The review. I didn’t write it.” “Liar. It’s your account. We’ve investigated everything!” “I lent the account to a friend. He said he got banned from his account, so I lent it to him.” It seemed like she was trying to use her mysterious power to verify the facts. A moment later. “I-I’m sorry!” The goddess knelt before me.