Isekaied Into An Eroge, Time To Have Fun! Chapter 7: Worrying About Plot... And ’Plot’

Retreating from her room and returning to my own, I found myself biting my cheek and pacing the small amount of space I had as I racked my brain over... everything that just happened, from the knowledge that Hecate Valentie was my roommate to the fact that I was actually here.

In another world where sexy things was the na of the ga, but also a fleshed out and fun RPG that had a plethora of combat encounters waiting to tear you to pieces... that was what had my blood running cold right now.

Shaking that from my mind, I instead moved to my desk, made sure the clock was working and kept it in sight, pulled out one of the many notebooks on the shelf and began to write down the major events of the first year of the ga.

The characters that caused them, the things that might happen, what they could or couldn’t do, how important they were, and if they were major because of a route or because of the main story.

Things that would happen along the routes were... rcurial at best right now because I had no idea if they would or wouldn’t happen without my involvent; how important was I to the events of the world now that it was real?

You could push off the events of one of the Princess’ assassination attempts until forever if you decided to, but surely that would happen now that everything was actually happening in real ti, right?

These routes were no longer just things that happened whenever I was interacting with those particular characters; so of that could still happen without my involvent, and that was what was worrying .

So of them had giant ramifications that could influence everything, others were more consolidated on a specific person or group of people... but that required to make an extensive list of events that I was going to need to be aware of going forwards.

Doing all of that in ten minutes wasn’t easy - and honestly I barely covered the first half of the year in terms of super major events - but it helped ground a little since I was sowhat comforted by the knowledge I had.

At the sa ti I was thinking about who I wanted to get close to and who I was desperate to avoid, and that brought around to my lack of social skills that had caused to beco a cringeworthy simp so quickly into this new life.

How I was unironically calling Hecate ’Lady’ - even if it was her title, it still made feel like I needed to get a fedora soti soon - and how awkward I was around her definitely highlighted how little I was accustod to actually being around people.

Let alone pretty, powerful and otherworldly people who were now living in the other room, aning we were supposed to be getting closer since we would be interacting with one another daily...

Part of was both hopeful and giddy about that fact - since seeing a chocolate skinned, purpled haired beauty every single morning was going to be one of the best things ever to happen to - but another part of was worried that she might be vastly different than what I was used to...

And that she might dislike how I acted or how I treated her, leading to her bullying and creating a situation where my safe space was no longer as safe as I hoped it would be.

With the ten minutes up though I had no choice but to go find her again, and since I was also hungry I was more than happy to head to lunch, praying that it was as good as the ga had made it out to be.

Standing in front of her door, I took a deep breath before rapping my knuckles against it, saying "Lady Hecate, it has been ten minutes!" and waiting for a reply, which ca a few seconds later when she opened the door.

Still clad in that black robe, the taller woman nodded slowly and stared at for another few seconds before making her way to the main door that led out into the halls; falling into step behind her, I held the door for her and enjoyed having soone guide through the sowhat familiar halls, just to make sure I didn’t embarrass myself.

The difference between the ga world and what it was now that it was real wasn’t drastically different - besides the ’graphics’ since it had been a 2D, top down ga and the fact that there were no fade to black monts that took from the hallway into the dining hall.

On the way we saw a myriad of students, so of who imdiately made realize the difference between and them; there were so scaled Draconian’s, furry Beastkin, vibrant Spirits or Nymphs, all kinds of Humans and Elves... and then there were the best of those races.

The bulging muscles of the Draconian’s ensured you could see them from anywhere, which when paired with their natural arrogance that ca from them being so of the greatest warriors to ever walk the earth... yeah, keeping your eyes off of them was sotis hard.

Then there were the ’typical’ Beastkin that just had the ears and tails or the rare few that were more bestial in appearance, covered in fur and sporting long snouts and sculpted bodies akin to the animals they were so distantly related to.

Beautiful won were in abundance, chiseled and cocky futanari were just as common, all of them sporting a fresh take on what made them beautiful or handso; the refined, the elegant, the kind or the cocky, those with sharp features or those who simply existed to be worshipped.

I saw many characters from the ga inside of the dining hall, and I so wanted to run up and fangirl over a few of them - those from this academic year, those above us, and then so of the Teachers, Tutors or other Staff who I had co to love over my many hours in the ga.