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All Chapters of The Erotica Heroine Trapped in a Horror Game: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

[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

Chapter 2

“Maybe this is the easiest SSS-level dungeon ever?” someone joked.I was the only one who stayed quiet, staring up at the sky.More glowing messages flashed across the air, the chat exploding in laughter.[Ugh, another bunch wishing to ‘die of old age’? How boring.][How many times is this now? Every group that enters picks the same thing. Self-righteous idiots.][They’ll find out soon enough why ‘Wish’ is ranked SSS.]By then, the boss had silently appeared right in front of me.“You’re the last one,” he said, voice low and cold.“So… how do you wish to die?”Well, shit. Guess this is really the end for me.Before I got dragged into this horror game, I was the heroine of an erotica—waking up every morning in bed tangled up with handsome men. Totally useless at everything else.Expecting me to come up with some clever survival plan? Not happening.I gave up instantly.If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish—to turn this bleak world i

Chapter 3

“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

Chapter 4

A young woman burst into tears.“What do we do now? We made the same wish as Pete. That means we’re all going to die too!”The room went dead silent. Everyone clearly had the same thought and none of their faces looked good.The red-haired woman lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled slowly.“Not necessarily,” she said. “Remember what the system said? During these three days, it’ll issue random side quests. Each time we complete one, we get to make another wish. As long as someone figures out the right one, they’ll live. We still have a chance.”Her calm tone worked like a shot of adrenaline for the group.“I’m Cheryl,” she went on. “Before I ended up in this game, I was an executive at a multinational company. I know how to make decisions and handle pressure. If you trust me, I can lead us to victory.”When people are terrified, they’ll always look for someone to rely on.With her confidence and authority, Cheryl naturally became the group’s anchor.After claiming lea

Chapter 5

“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

Chapter 6

Clatter—The knife and fork slipped from Luther’s hands, hitting the floor with a sharp ring.Even with his face hidden behind the black mist, I could feel the shock rolling off him.Tch. Annoying.I grabbed Luther by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him hard—pressing my lips to his and sliding the cherry from my mouth into his.Our tongues brushed; he tried to pull away, but I didn’t care. I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us.Only after he swallowed it did I finally pull back.The black mist around him flared violently, like it had exploded. I smiled and crooked a finger at him.“There’s still the cream,” I said lightly. “Want a taste?”“You— you… You’ve got no shame!”Luther’s voice came out ragged, equal parts anger and panic.I laughed. “Don’t tell me that was your first kiss.”“…”He turned his head away, refusing to look at me. But the mist around him seemed curious. It drifted toward me, brushing lightly again

Chapter 7

“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

Chapter 8

[Please proceed carefully with your questions.]The black mist thickened, and Luther drifted into view, his tall form materializing in front of us.Before anyone else could speak, I shot my hand up. “I want to go first!”My eyes locked on him, bright with mischief.“When I kissed you last night,” I asked, “what did it taste like?”Luther froze. Every inch of him radiated resistance and exasperation. But rules were rules—even the Boss couldn’t lie during The Boss’s Truth quest.“…Sweet,” he said finally, voice tight.“Cherry.”The other two players whipped their heads toward me, their faces blank with shock, jaws practically hitting the floor.The livestream chat went insane—lines of ????? filling the air.Satisfied, I smiled and went on.“Second question. How big are you?”Luther frowned.“You mean… how old I am?” he muttered under his breath.His tone stayed calm, but there was a trace of confusion — and irritation.“You only get three questions. Are you sure you want to wa

Chapter 9

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

Chapter 10

It couldn’t be that they’d suddenly grown a conscience and spared him, right?When Luther said, “They had another purpose,” something clicked in my mind—a possibility so dark it made my stomach drop.What if Luther’s ability to grant wishes hadn’t appeared after his death at all?What if he’d been born with it?A horrifying idea began to take shape.From birth, Luther possessed a supernatural gift—the power to make people’s wishes come true.But every wish came at a price.Each one was twisted, corrupted, and fulfilled in the worst possible way.Fearing this ability would bring disaster to their son, his parents tried to hide it.But eventually, the household staff—people who saw him every day—found out.And once they knew, they used him.They exploited his power to murder his parents and steal everything they owned.Maybe they tricked him with innocent words, saying things like: “I wish your parents would come downstairs right now. Can you make that happen, little one?”

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