If you want to see more No Game More Life, please feel free to mention it here. If you've not seen it yet, do so twelve episodes are subbed on crunchyroll. And yeah, I did age up Shiro several years. Big deal, but I'm not writing this story with her at her original age. I'm not into that. Really really super not into that.
In this world, there are such things as “urban legends”: Modern folklore that despite its name, need not originate within an urban area. Most of them are exaggerations. Many are outright lies suited towards an agenda, or stories that were told to frighten others. Then there are the very few that are grounded in truth… Though quite often the teller of the tale does not necessarily believe in it themselves to begin with, and are merely telling a story for the same reason stories are ever told. To amuse. To frighten. To evoke the imagination.
This is an urban legend. The quality of its truth relies entirely upon yourself.
Imagine there was a slumber party in the modern era, where frequent computer use is not seen as an indicator of social maladjustment. Or at least not by itself. Imagine this party was being attended by no less than five ditzy, spoiled girls that could easily land any man they wanted.
“Have you heard of ‘[ ]’?” one of them might ask. The others would tilt their head and then shake it. “Ohmygod! It’s this website. Nobody knows who runs it, but they say that if you can find it then they guarantee they can help with your relationship. Every time!”
“No way!” another might reply. “That’s such B to the S. Guaranteed relationship satisfaction? Shyeah, right! That’s just begging to be trolled!”
“Then troll we shall,” the first girl might reply. She then opens her laptop and lets the other girls stare at the screen. “For I have discovered ‘[ ]’.”
As the legend goes, those girls did attempt to troll the runners of that website. Each of them would get out their own mobile phones and navigate to the website, peppering the owners with questions about fake unrequited crushes and idle fantasies they never really had. But… A funny thing would start to happen. Each of the girls would sort of start wandering over to the same corner of the room. A few accidental touches here and there, shy looks and confused mumblings… All of a sudden, and for reasons none of them could ever explain, they were all over each other. Pyjamas tossed aside, lips descending upon breasts and fingers gently teasing suddenly dripping pussies.
Meanwhile, in a darkly lit apartment, a tall boy let out a deep, satisfied stretch and chuckled. “Did those trolls really think they could fool us?” he asked.
“Probably,” said the quiet voice of a short, busty girl sitting in his lap. “If not, why bother?”
“That’s my cute adopted sister,” the boy said. His name was Sora. As stated previously, he was a tall boy. His hair was dark and unruly, and his natural expression was a cunning, calculating smirk. For most that would meet him in person (and very few ever did) they would swear that he was seeing right through them like glass. Which in a way he was. For this was an expert in cold reading unmatched by any so-called fortune teller or spiritualist in the world’s history. He was the one to determine the girls’ latent repressed attraction towards one another, and gently massaged it into life.
As for the girl? Her name was Shiro. The same age as Sora, but everything else seemed to contrast completely with him. Her hair was every bit as unruly, but was whiter than snow and as long as her rather short body. She tended to favour wearing a sailor fuku that was far too loose for her, and the expression on her face was as unreadable as a blank book, and for much the same reason. She determined that all of the girls’ messages were coming from the same address, and was able to use that information to discover personal details about all of them for Sora’s use.
“Huh?” Shiro whispered. “Brother, there is another message. Location: Unknown.”
“Ah, they’re hiding themselves quite effectively then!” Sora replied. “If you can’t find it, they must be really determined to keep their identity hidden. However, even if their technical abilities are that good they won’t be able to keep their intentions hidden for long.”
The adopted siblings stared at the screen from the same chair, as a simple message popped up on the screen. “Hi [ ]!” the first line read. “I was wondering what the two of you think of this world.”
Straight to the point, were we? It was someone attempting to psychoanalyse <i>them</i>? Hmph. As if professionals hadn’t tried before their parents gave up on them. The answer came from them both in unison, though neither typed a word into the keyboard.
“In a word: Dull!”
“The people of this world wear a prudish mask,” Sora began. “Deep within their hearts they keep all of their desires hidden from the outside world as if they’re something to be ashamed of.”
“It defies logic,” Shiro continued. “This prudish attitude prohibits the necessary act of finding a suitable mate.”
“Which is why [ ] exists at all!” the two yelled in unison. “To break this world free from these constraints one person at a time! We shall teach the world that a certain level of perversion is nothing to be feared at all!”
“Now, as for the answer we’ll give this mystery guest...” Sora chuckled, cracking his knuckles and preparing to type a response. “We’ll tell them that... Eh? They’ve already replied?”
“Good answer. Let me show you the world you should have been born into.”
And then the apartment around them melted away, and below them was a giant landscape which looked like it was shaped into the largest phallic object either of them had seen and it was coming right towards them (no, not like that, that would make a terrible mess) and OH GOD!
“You called?” said a new voice, prompting them both to turn as they fell under the irresistible - well, briefly resistable - influence of gravity. Before them was the single most androgynous person they had ever seen, real or fictional. Was this a man? Woman? Both? Whichever the case may be, there was no question as to their beauty. “Call me Tet. I am the One True God of Discock! This is a world without war, a world without prudes! A world in which all conflicts are resolved by way of sex!”
“If you’re God, could you maybe tell us this sort of thing at a safer time?!”
“Hrm, nope! More fun this way!” Fun, s/he says! “Listen carefully now! There are ten special rules you need to follow if you’re going to survive in this world. They are known as the Ten Pledges!
“1: All murder, war, and robbery is forbidden in this world.
“2: All conflict in this world will be resolved through sex.
“3: Each player will bet something that they agree is of equal value.
“4: As long as it doesn't violate pledge three, anything may be bet, and any form of sexual competition may be employed.
“5: The challenged party has the right to decide the rules of the contest.
“6: Any bets made in accordance with the pledges must be upheld.
“7: Conflicts between groups will be conducted by designated representatives with absolute authority.
“8: Being caught cheating during a game is grounds for an instant loss.
“9: In the name of God, the previous rules may never be changed.
“10: Let's all have fun and screw together!”
Neither Sora nor Shiro were paying particularly much attention to that, as they collided with the ground at a pretty sharp pace. When they landed it was Sora that deliberately took the brunt of the landing, twisting himself in mid-air to protect Shiro from the impact. However… The landing was much, much softer than they anticipated.
“You can let go now,” Shiro whispered, and Sora did so albeit reluctantly. “Where are we?”
“I’m not sure,” Sora said, sitting up and looking around at the strange and unfamiliar landscape. “But I have a really great feeling about this. Something in my blood is telling me that we’re going to like this place, weirdly dangerous drop into it out of nowhere notwithstanding!”
- They quickly arrive at an Imanity (humanity) settlement, and discover a contest for the next King.
- They encounter one of the other Sexceed races first.
- Meanwhile, other characters are making their own moves within the setting.
- A group of really sexy bandits challenge them to a seduction-off!
- Something else
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