Pervert Game Novels & Stories

"There are lots of rooms in there, each with its own... 'occupant.' You need to pick a place to stay, then figure out how to survive their welcome for ten days." Everyone started heading for the manor. I followed behind, without noticing glowing comments floating in the air above us. 【Livestream Viewers: 233,847】 【Comment 1: lol more newbies here to die】 【Comment 2: a face-blind girl in a horror game? she won't even see it coming lmao】 【Comment 3: Sensory deficiencies in an S-class game is suicide】 【Comment 4: wait, i've heard of this game. even the legendary guild leader of Nightfall got his whole team wiped out here】

CHAPTER 2: The Leaked Videos. (Vincenzo’s POV) Last night, I was upstairs in the VIP lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey that had long since lost its burn. The lights were dim, the air saturated with perfume, lies, and secrets. The waitress had brought me my drink, but my mood was already poisoned. All I could think about was that girl... the one who dared to yell at me outside like I was some street rat. "Are you blind?" she’d said.

As expected, even when given another chance at life, Sia could only resort to her despicable tricks. When we shared a dorm in my previous life, she loved video calling Joel right inside the room. He was a playboy with plenty of fetishes, and to entertain him, she often took lewd photos of us after showers when we were barely dressed. She would mostly do that to me. The worst was when she deliberately video-called Joel as I was changing. She yanked my curtain open and pointed the camera at me. I slapped her phone to the ground and screamed at her, then stormed out of the dorm that very night.

a female voice spoke from the dark. It was her voice. The flat, synthesized, freezing rasp of the voice modulator. Vesper. I leaned my head back against the chair, a cold, ruthless smile spreading across my lips despite the chains binding me. I kept my voice low, dropping it into a dangerous register that radiated absolute authority. "You play a very dangerous game, Vesper. Pulling me out of my own wedding? Locking me in a basement? Let me go. Right now. Before I decide to tear your little shadow network apart piece by piece."

When I opened my eyes, I found myself inside a game world. The title "Family of Four" screamed wholesome parenting sim to me. I quietly looked around at the other players who had entered with me. A lot of them were terrified of this new environment, and several men were cursing loudly. Among the crowd, a veteran player named Mike Bates started explaining the situation. "This is an infinite horror game. The only way to clear it and revive is by getting an SSS rating. Otherwise, you will be killed by the boss." "How do you even get that kind of rating?" a college girl asked.

I couldn’t see cryus expression but I could hear him sighing in relief. “it’s just you, I thought it was my wife,” he replied in relief. Ivan clicked his tongue, “the wife whose inheritance you are plan to snatch, that’s so evil of you Cyrus,” “Between you and I, we both know you are the most evil one,” Cryus replied with a grunt. He began to whisper something to Zara but I couldn’t hear their conversation. “You wouldn’t be offended if I actually stole your wife from you would you?” Ivan said with a smile, he glanced at me with a playful look in his eyes.

“The terms. The arrangement. The… fake love story we now have to parade to the entire world because I couldn’t handle being humiliated.” Dante leaned back against the sofa, watching me like he was waiting for a performance. “Go on.” Fine. He wanted rules? He’d get them. “Rule One,” I said, pacing the length of the suite. “We sell it. All of it. The public wants a fairy tale, so that’s what we’ll give them. Photos, kisses, handholding, the whole charade. If we’re in a room together, we look like a couple that can’t keep their hands off each other. No exceptions.”

He saw me as worthless trash and just a way to kill time, or worse yet, a stepping stone to get his ex back. Hearing him say he loved me now only made me feel nauseous. It was so fake I could hardly stand it. He reached for me, trying to pull me into his arms, but I stepped back and wiped away my tears. I glared at him and growled, "Isaiah, your acting skills are seriously impressive." He tried to play dumb. "Honey, what are you talking about?" I grabbed my phone, opened the photos I had saved from the night before, and choked out, "Isaiah, are you done playing your games?"

Collins asks, after looking through the camper. Jeremy doesn't answer. “I can't scent anyone else, so either you moan like a woman or…” Daniel’s eyes go wide. “Keep him alive. Whatever you do keep him alive!” “She promised no more game,” Collins says, suddenly understanding. “Games?” Nelson asks. “Just so you know, killing yourself is permanent. I know the game,” Daniel tells him as he dials Iris directly. “Hello,” iris answers with her standard smile. “The goddess is playing the game,” Daniel tells her.

He owns the house from the corner around her flower shop. Sierra smiled but said nothing. He would always throw her a disgusting look filled with desire. He’s harmless and hasn’t attempted anything more than look at her like he’d already undressed Sierra in his imagination. He tries to be polite and to be decent. That doesn’t change the fact that he is still a pervert. Surprisingly, today he hasn’t given her that. Amazing what marriage can instantly do. After almost five minutes of walking, she stopped in front of a small store with a spacious lawn in front filled with flowers and trimmed bushes. A wooden sign in front says Touch of Rose that Sierra made herself.