I Possessed a Guard the Heroines are Obsessed With Chapter-1

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: cyno
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I never liked so-called “adult games” (ya-gem). If I wanted porn, I’d just watch a video or read a doujin. Why waste time grinding through a game for a few measly CGs? Better to finish quickly and move on to real games.

But after living alone, my perspective changed. The decent gameplay to kill time, the immersive stories, the satisfaction of unlocking lewd scenes after a long grind—it all hooked me.

Once I got a taste, I spent months obsessed. At first, I hunted for save files just to skip to the sex scenes, but lately, I’d reached the level of completing routes myself and uploading saves for others.

Today, I was grinding through a new release. The game, Isekai Universe, was the latest from Isekai Studios, a company notorious for pumping out dozens of adult games over the years. This one promised a crossover of all their heroines in a single title.

The fun of cherry-picking my favorite heroines was undeniable. But the game’s appeal wasn’t just the girls—it had a surprisingly solid plot, spin-off side stories for each heroine, and top-tier illustrations that clearly burned out a few artists.

“Fuck. This is so goddamn hot.”

Those illustrations alone kept derailing my progress. A normal game would take a day to finish, but this one had me stuck for days just to reach an ending.

The casualties? Dozens of tissue rolls. I might as well be called the Slayer of Scrolls, murdering one of a loner’s most precious commodities.

But I could say with confidence: this game was a masterpiece. The forums were flooded with posts hailing it as the “GOAT lewd RPG.”

Some complained about the difficulty. You might scoff—how hard can a porn game be?—but I agreed. If I hadn’t played the original games these heroines came from, I’d have wasted days on a single route.

After scrolling through pages of praise, I swelled with pride. No one’s finished it yet? Even among the most notorious coomers, nobody had cleared half the story, let alone the endings.

Guess I’ll have to bless these plebs with a 100% CG save file. Just as I started typing, a message popped up in-game:

– Did you enjoy our game?
– Yes / Kinda Yes

“Hell yeah, you damn right!”

They didn’t even include a “No” option—they knew how good it was. I shouted and clicked Yes.

– We’re developing a unified universe, merging not just our IPs but others too. Want to beta-test it?
– Yes / No

A god-tier game now adding heroines from other studios? Instinctively, I checked the tissue roll on my desk.

The bare cardboard core stared back, stripped of its white layers. Damn. This is bad. How much protein and cash did they plan to drain from me?

I’d have to order more tissues and zinc supplements soon. But the moment I opened a shopping app, the screen flickered, and the message changed:

– In our new game, every heroine will be a “virgin” again.

“Fuck! YES! Even if it kills me!”

Internet white knights might whine about “agency this, consent that,” but who cares? The thrill of deflowering virtual girls was all that mattered. Isekai Studios was legendary for their virgin corruption arcs—this was guaranteed to be obscenely hot.

At this point, I was scared. How much cum do these bastards plan to wring out of me? Were they trying to turn me into one of those legendary coomers who died from excessive masturbation?

I clicked Accept, heart pounding—only for my head to spin. Wait… am I about to become that guy? Fuck, that’d be so embarrassing…

***

“Sma. Sma, snap out of it.”

“Huh?”

When I came to, a strange woman was calling me. Wait—”Sma” was my gamer tag, short for SexMaster. How did she know that?

Am I in a hospital? Did I pass out, and they dug through my shit? Fuck. If this turned into public humiliation, I’d actually kill myself.

The woman wore bizarre armor but was undeniably hot—and weirdly familiar. Where had I seen her before?

“Day one on the job, and you’re already spacing out? How can I trust you with dungeon security like this?”
“Huh? Dungeon? This isn’t a hospital?”

I glanced around. An unfamiliar sky stretched above. Bald old men, blond-tanned thugs, and sword-wielding weirdos roamed the streets.

“You’re in bad shape. Maybe dungeon guard duty’s too much for you. Back to training you go.”
“Wait, hold on—”

Then it hit me. She was a heroine from Isekai Universe—specifically, Kingdom’s Guard, right?

“Captain Serika?”
“What is it?”

No fucking way. It’s really her. Suddenly, a common trope flashed in my mind: the modern guy dumped into a fantasy world to fuck every NPC.

Isekai Studios loved that intro. And now… I was the protagonist?

Hell. Yes.

How many times had I jacked off imagining heroines’ pussies as my fleshlight? Now I could actually fuck them?

“All heroines will be virgins again.”

And virgins, no less? Bless you, Isekai devs. I’ll pray for your health every night.

“Sma?”

Starting as a guard was perfect for seducing heroines. In adult games, guards were untouchable bureaucrats—immune to death, free to molest failed heroines, prisoners, or anyone “suspicious” during inspections.

Depending on the game, details varied, but since the devs mentioned a merged universe, it was probably a mix of everything.

First, I had to handle Serika before she booted me.

“Captain Serika! I’ll inspect every hunter entering this dungeon thoroughly! You can trust me!!”
“Sigh. Fine. But if I hear any complaints tomorrow, you’re demoted.”
“I won’t let you down!!”

True to her trope, Serika was easily swayed. Watching her walk away, blood rushed south. That plump ass swaying—how could I not get hard?

You’re mine.

The prudish-but-defenseless-when-fucked archetype—that was Serika. Once she left, the blond thug from earlier approached.

“Hehe. Guard-san, can we go in now?”

I remembered one of a guard’s duties: item inspections to prevent dungeon smuggling, black magic, etc.

“Sure. After inspection. Follow me.”

The checkpoint had a crystal that displayed adventurer profiles—basically a fantasy computer.

“Name and affiliation.”
“Gold-Sun, hunter from the Oracle Guild.”

The crystal showed his license. Level 5? Must be an early-game dungeon.

What monsters spawned here in Isekai Universe? Slimes (optimal for deflowering), goblins (high-risk virgin snatchers), and Dryads (fuckable plant girls).

“Confirmed. Now, item inspection.”
“Here’s my gear and potions.”
“Gear cleared. Health/Mana potions cleared. But why the lube and condoms?”
“C’mon, you know~”

This fucker had the audacity to smirk. A guard’s authority was absolute—some games even let you disrespect royalty.

I was about to explode when he slipped something into my hand. I expected a bribe, but it was a silver coin—worth 100 bronze.

In Isekai Universe, silver was what you paid to take a heroine’s virginity. Later, their “value” dropped to 1 bronze per fuck.

This was essentially a virginity voucher. Too good to refuse.

I fake-coughed and pocketed it.

“Ahem. Whether you fuck slimes or Dryads, that’s your business. You heard my earlier talk, right?”
“Huh? I didn’t see or hear anything.”
“Good answer. My predecessor was…”
“A real stickler for rules, huh?”

Was this fucker mocking me? My glare made him kowtow instantly.

“Ack! N-Not that you aren’t also amazing, Guard Sma!!”
“If I’m replaced, he’s coming back. So behave.”
“Y-Yes! Please go easy on me!!”

He zipped his lips theatrically. Fine, the bribe bought his passage.

“Go on through.”
“Thank you!!”

He vanished into the dungeon portal. The only entrance was through this checkpoint—no bypassing it without hidden routes (which NPCs wouldn’t know).

I stepped outside and addressed the waiting hunters:

“When the crystal glows, enter in order. Parties stay together.”
“Got it!”
“Next.”

A bald-led party handed over a few bronze coins. Cheap bastards. Cross me, and I’d ban them.

With the low-level dungeon traffic, things soon slowed down. Bored as hell. If I had my phone, I’d play something.

I stepped out to explore—then spotted a girl clutching a wooden staff. A rookie adventurer, with no gear beyond that shoddy stick.

But her looks? Stunning. Flame-red hair, big eyes, flawless pale skin—more idol than hunter.

And I knew her. Irina, protagonist of Rookie Hunter Irina’s Ordeal—a country girl who became a hunter to support her family.

Her art was so good I’d jerked off to her before and after her route.

“You! Inspection before entering.”
“M-Me?!”
“Yes. You’re a hunter, right?”
“W-Well, technically…”

She trembled, eyes squeezed shut. So cute. She’d shake just as much with a cock inside her.

I knew her personality—typical “can’t say no” adult-game heroine.

“Stop wasting time. Get in here.”
“O-Okay…”

I led her inside and locked the door. She flinched at the click.

“W-Why lock—?”
“I ask the questions. Name and affiliation.”
“I-Irina. No affiliation yet…”

The crystal showed nothing. Just as I guessed—fresh out of the tutorial.

In Rookie Hunter Irina’s Ordeal, when did she lose her V-card? If you trolled, slimes took it in Dungeon 1F. Lose to a hunter? Gone. Succeed? She’d pay her inn bill with her body on Day 3.

But since I’m here? She won’t last three days.

“No hunter’s license.”
“N-No…”
“Then we register you. Know the process?”
“Y-Yes! Just input my info, right?”
“Wrong.”

Technically true, but who’d argue? A country girl with zero connections?

“Strip. Full inspection before registration.”

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