Otherworld TRPG Game Master

Let’s draw a rough sketch.

The stage is a modern city, much like Korea, but with characters with colorful hair. In the darkness of this city, a cerebrate species survived by feeding on human emotions.

The species was split into two factions: one that fed on negative emotions and another that thrived on positive emotions.

To sustain themselves, these beings either harassed / helped humans, effectively farming their emotions. The extension of that was monstrous human and Magical Girls.

The monstrous-humans caused all sorts of trouble without actually killing anyone to harvest negative emotions.

And the reason why Magical Girls wore strangely lewd clothes, became nude and covered in mysterious light during their transformation process, and fought fiercely to help people was all to farm positive emotions.

Yes, there was a competition going on between monstrous-humans and magical girls.

There would be two players: the Commander of the Capital Knight Order and the Red-Flavored Second Son. Both would be drawn into the session simultaneously through their dreams.

I thought that the Commander of the Capital Knight Order would make a perfect Magical Girl Red. Her headstrong, battle-crazed nature made him an ideal fit.

The ruthless second son would be the Magical Girl Blue. No matter how I looked at it, he was blue. I was already excited about using the TS beam.

The main premise was this:

The two would get all their powers in the TRPG and transform into ordinary high school girls. They could only fight monsters using the Magical Girl powers provided by their respective mascots.

I had used this once on the Tower Master: hypnosis that suppressed their powers during a session. This was my plan to prevent them from drawing power from the real world.

It might work on the second son, but as for the Leader of the Capital Knight Order, it was highly likely to be effective.

The Commander of the Capital Knight Order was a strong woman who had reached the level of Sublimation, but according to the Tower Master, she seemed to be the type of person who relied completely on her raw power. If that was the case, there were dozens of ways to break through.

The Tower Master stood next to me, grinding her teeth.

I could take time to handle the details, so for now, let's focus on the preparations one by one.

“First of all, can you model the tentacles? Go for a more advanced and detailed design. And intense.”

"⋯⋯I’ll do my best!!”

You’re all so fucking cooked.

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A magic circle could be modified at any time. The real challenge was how to harness the Pink-Haired Lesbian’s power. After all, she despised her identity as a succubus

So I thought it would be quite rude to ask Pink-Haired Lesbian, who was living well, to act as a succubus again. Instead, all I needed to do was to find someone I wouldn’t mind being rude to.

In that sense, I thought I should catch other succubus.

Using a fresh, evil succubus for the magic would serve dual purposes: beautifying the city and achieving my goals simultaneously. I would be killing two birds with one stone.

“Do you know the whereabouts of a succubus that doesn’t get along with you and often harms people?”

“I do, but are you frustrated? I can help you with that.”

“It’s not that.”

I thwarted the Pink-Haired Lesbian who was trying to make ‘that hand gesture’ by moving her hand up and down. She puffed her cheeks slightly in protest, so I gently pressed her cheek to release the air.

Dissatisfaction, my ass. She’s definitely aware of her own charm and beauty⋯⋯.

“I need the ability to enter dreams.”

“I could help with that.”

“Haven’t you always disliked me?”

“I like you.”

Pink-Haired Lesbian tried to make a heart-shape with her hands and blow it towards me without any expression, but the Tower Master intervened, slapping her hand away and puffing her cheeks in discontent.

“Whewwwww.”

Together, Pink-Haired Lesbian and I pressed on either side of the Tower Master’s cheeks to deflate them. She looked cute, and it brought a smile to my face.

The frustration was now directed at Pink-Haired Lesbian. While Consecutive Yuna Punches were hitting Pink-Haired Lesbian's side, she asked me once again.

“Why do you need the power of a succubus? If you need a spy, I could ask my superiors.”

“Hm⋯⋯."

Was it time? I pulled my hood over and…

In a low voice, told them my deepest secret.

"This is just an⋯⋯ Illusion Magic.”

"⋯⋯⋯⋯?"

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“I had a good time, Mr. Crazy Treasonous Wizard.”

“Ahhhhah come on.”

Draaaag.

I was clinging to Pink-Haired Lesbian's strong calves and was being dragged around. What would happen if she reported me to the Second Prince?

Of course, I explained the truth, urging her to wake up, whether standing beside her, facing her, or even while doing backflips, but it was just Illusion Magic. Wasn’t it the duty of a vassal to speak the truth, even if he were to die for it?

I was thinking about this as I was being dragged for about three meters.

The fact that I wasn’t rushed to Crownhall while infusing mana and shaking off all resistance was undoubtedly a subtle signal from Pink-Haired Lesbian to come up with a deal.

“What do you want? What are you trying to take from me, Pink-Haired Lesbian!”

“The disadvantaged party is asking first⋯⋯??"

Pink-Haired Lesbian increased her pace. It seemed like my attempt to initiate the offer had displeased her.

“No, all I know about you is that you like lewd things. How could I possibly guess what you want!”

“You already figured it out.”

"⋯⋯Wh-What.”

“Offer me something that appeals to me.”

This was difficult. Very difficult.

Making a suggestion based on my tastes was easy, but now I had to cater to the Pink-Haired Lesbians’s preferences. If I gifted her something controversial, like the Tower Master Intangible Sword debate, it would start a war.

Deploying the Butler Troops⋯⋯? Would Pink-Haired Lesbian even like that kind of stuff? She liked girls in the first place.

Girl⋯⋯ Female character⋯⋯ What if I threw her Centra?

As I considered this while clinging to her leg, I heard the Pink-Haired Lesbian clear her throat in an obviously suspicious manner.

“Ahem. Hm. Genderswap”

"??"

“Ahem. The genderswap date.”

"⋯⋯!!!"

How dare she ask me to TS⋯⋯!!

No, of course. I understood and could do it. But some people got shy when you laid everything out for them and told them what to do, right? I'm one of those people.

There was a difference between fooling around in TS mode to make fun of Pink-Haired Lebian and doing it to entertain her. And from the start⋯⋯ the most crucial problem was…

“You want me to be myself instead of acting as a character⋯⋯."

“Yes. I want to spend time with you in a form that appeals to me.”

Oh, dear God.

The character and the cross-dressing⋯⋯ are different! Just because a female character showed up in Manhwa, that doesn’t mean the artist wants to dress up as a girl too! I screamed.

"I⋯⋯ I’m a man!”

“I know that if a man is treated like a woman, he starts feeling like.”

“Ask for something else! I’ll even lick your feet if you want!”

“Hu⋯⋯ if you’re going to be like that.”

Suddenly, the Pink-Haired Lesbian stopped walking. Sitting down, she hugged her knees tightly, creasing her shirt.

Then she took out a recording crystal ball from her pocket and played it. I thought it was going to be a collection of my embarrassing moments or something, but instead, sad piano-based BGM was what played.

“What the.”

Adding three drops of artificial tears to each eye, Pink-Haired Lesbian rubbed them with her fingers, reddening them slightly, and made a sniffing noise.

“What, are you doing⋯⋯!"

“Mr. Crazy Wizard. Honestly, I don’t have many friends. Being a different species from humans to begin with⋯⋯ wouldn’t people usually find it unpleasant if I told them I like girls?”

“What are you doing⋯⋯!!"

“So⋯⋯ Sniff. I never had friends. Not even of the same gender. Watching other female agents link arms and choose clothes from store windows, I had to suppress my envy and sadness alone.”

Drip. A single (fake) tear streamed down Pink-Haired Lesbian’s face.

Her face was still expressionless, but she… she really looked like she was sad with the theatrics.

"All I wished for was to have fun normally with a friend of the same gender. Of course, if it’s too much to ask…I will give up. I shouldn’t push a friend into difficult things just for my own desires."

"⋯⋯⋯⋯."

“Ah, I won’t report this to the Second Prince. I know it wouldn’t change much, whether I tell him or not, and⋯⋯ can’t you even do this much for a friend?”

"⋯⋯Ah, fine, I’ll do it! I’ll do it! I just need to do it, right?!”

She had really won me over by acting sad.

I had to admit my defeat to the teary Pink-Haired Lesbian’s emotional attacks.

As soon as I surrendered, she switched off the BGM and wiped her (fake) tears away. In less than three seconds, she had returned to her normal self.

⋯⋯How could she toy with a man’s heart like this!

Pink-Haired Lesbian's tactics were becoming increasingly sophisticated. Now, it seemed like I would have to take out a new weapon to win this standoff. I couldn’t keep being manipulated like this.

As I was lying down in the hallway, feeling the impermanence of life,Pink-Haired Lesbian suddenly spoke in an oddly excited tone.

“Would you like to touch my breasts?”

“No thanks, bitch!”

If only she wasn’t so good with her words!

In the end, I agreed to give my full cooperation for the research. It was the moment when the ultra-long-ranged dream TRPG ballistic missile plan was promoted in earnest.

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The Tower Master and I quickly reconfigured the magic circle in the Academy’s basement. As long as the human Mana generator Yuna stayed by my side, there was really no need for an external power source.

So, the original purpose of the magic circle—designed to stimulate emotions—was dismantled and repurposed into a signal amplifier. This would greatly increase the range of the magic.

As she completed the reconfiguration and dusted off her hands, the Tower Master asked.

“When did you make this⋯⋯?"

“I didn’t make it, I stole something that the Dark Wizard had been secretly making for decades to summon something strange.”

"?"

When Bennett gave me a bunch of information, I also discovered the origins of this magic circle. I felt immense satisfaction after I found out I swallowed up the Dark Wizards' hard work.

“And since I’d be devastated if the Dark Wizards reclaimed it and used it for their own plans, I want to set a trap that will detonate if they try to get close to it. Could you help me?”

“I would love to!”

Yuna, the Master Destroyer, enthusiastically took on the task of setting up the trap, even clapping her hands.

If the Dark Wizards tried to tamper with the emotions or anything else, a signal would be sent to me, and in case of an emergency, the 『Violetiris’s Concentrated Memory Mana Crystal Explosion』 would explode.

In short, they would be fucked.

Given that this magic was tailored for shattering illusions, the explosion would be so devastating that it would be unable to recover even if the Archwizard Grandpa came.

Most people caught in such a situation would be overwhelmed, unable to gather their thoughts—imagine being suddenly bombarded with kimchi stew recipes.

Now that the launcher was ready, it was time to research the projectiles.

So, we were in the lab.

We grabbed Pink-Haired Lesbian and began investigating the biology of the mysterious succubus. We drew some blood, did a magical scan and stuff like that.

It wasn't intentional⋯⋯ but I ended up finding out her three sizes during the body scan. Seeing such overwhelming numbers, Yuna looked down at her own chest for a moment.

She nudged me with trembling eyes.

“I-Isn’t that too b-big of a size, and kind of, kind of weird⋯⋯?!"

"⋯⋯⋯⋯."

I turned my head away quietly, refusing to respond. It wasn’t that I didn't like them small, but that didn’t mean I could ignore my instincts.

"⋯⋯HEY!!”

“Oh, no, no Tower Master, you also have quite a bit too⋯⋯!"

“Could you elaborate on that?”

“Just be quiet and lie down!”

After Yuna’s barrage of punches subsided, we continued organizing the scanned data and questioned Pink-Haired Lesbian.

“Are you talking about a method for entering dreams…?”

“Exactly. The fact that a succubus can infiltrate other people’s dreams indicates they can traverse between matter and information with almost no loss.”

“Because information is unstable while matter is stable! I calculated that by using the c-conversion mechanism, the stability and effective range of the Illusion Magic could be greatly increased by⋯⋯."

Due to the excessive flow of professional jargon, a question mark hovered over the Pink-Haired Lesbian's head. She looked like someone being asked 'Can you explain how to walk?'

“This is an instinctual process, so even if you call it a method, there’s no straightforward explanation⋯⋯."

“Then it would be best for you to experience it firsthand and find out for yourself. Pink-Haired Lesbian, come into my bed tonight.”

“Yes, Young Master. I’m finally being desired.”

“⋯⋯Words! Fix your words⋯⋯!!”

Pink-Haired Lesbian agreed to show it to him from the bed that night, while the Tower Master offered to act as the observer and join us as well.

Three in one bed, huh⋯⋯.

I silently prepared for step 1.5 of Sexual Desire Suppression.

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Experiments at night were one thing, and academic responsibilities were another. Now that I was back at the academy, it was time to attend to some scholarly work, right? I was a bit excited to see what results the Tower of Trials that I installed would have.

Would they have defeated the 10th floor boss?

And had anyone discovered the hidden boss or the secret item on the 11th floor? I deliberately avoided checking the results to savor the anticipation completely.

Since it was a school day, I planned to visit the classroom and take a look.

"I'm late due to personal matters. Everyone, how did you enjoy the Tower of Trials I prepar⋯⋯."

“Battōjutsu is the greatest!! Battōjutsuisthestrongesttechniquethatconvertsfrictionalheatbetweenthebladeandsheathtophysicalenergyandboostatk!”

“PLEASE, FUCKING, THINK!! PHYSICAL ENERGY IS BEING WASTED BECAUSE IT IS BEING CONVERTED! INTO! FRICTIONAL! HEAT!!”

“I am James, the gunman of the wilderness⋯⋯. The tip of my gun shines and the trigger delivers judgment──.”

“So in Jenny’s second pattern, if you just sit down halfway and then duck-walk three steps backward, the pattern will be skipped??”

The classroom was a mess.

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