Trapped In Hentai Game Chapter 65-74 [8.7k+ Words & 35 Arts]

Trapped In Hentai Game Chapter 65-74 [8.7k+ Words & 35 Arts]

• Chapter 65-66 – Experiment – 2 [R-18]

• Chapter 67-68—The Case Of A Low Self-Esteem—1

• Chapter 69-70—The Case Of A Low Self-Esteem—2[R-18]

• Chapter 71-72 – The Case Of The Eight-Foot Tall Ghost – 1

• Chapter 73-74 – The Case Of The Eight-Foot Tall Ghost – 2 [R-18]

This contain the ten chapters of Trapped In Hentai Game from Chapter 65 to chapter 74.

It have 8.7k+ Words and 35 Arts for you to enjoy.

The three small arc are finished and next arc will started in next chapter.

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After the first successful mediation experiment, I grew bolder in my trials.

My first targets were the middle-aged men who finished work at the nearby factory and drank at the outdoor pubs.

You might wonder why I focused on men instead of women, but being able to men was just as important. That way, I wouldn’t risk getting stabbed for accidentally hitting on someone else’s wife.

Perhaps because these men were already drunk, they slipped into a trance easily. When I asked them to reveal their secrets, they confessed everything—affairs with other men’s wives, hidden emergency funds, and more. Most of them spoke freely before I even needed to use the second level of mediation.

After experimenting on ten drunk men, I moved on to sober middle-aged men.

I approached one man smoking a cigarette and asked for a light—I got the cigarette through mediation. As a reward, I promised to show him something amazing, and then began the mediation.

I quickly learned that sober people had much stronger mental guards than drunk ones. It was easier to draw out the secrets of men who seemed rude, while kind-looking men held back more.

It seemed that the strength of these mental guards depended on both a person’s mental fortitude and the depth of their secrets—just like when I had experimented with Yumiko.

 “Yeees…”

‘Hmm… interesting.’

 “Do you have a secret you can’t tell anyone?”

“…I secretly hid the change that she told me to bring back…”

The last one also revealed everything after two rounds of mediation. For the record, the one who had resisted was the most mature-looking man among them.

In short, the more mentally mature someone was, the stronger their guard against mediation.

'This was a pretty meaningful experiment.'

Having gained some valuable information, I was heading home with a smile when I heard a strange sobbing sound near the playground.

'A woman’s crying?'

It was a bit far, so I wasn’t completely sure, but it was definitely a woman’s voice. Curious, I glanced at the playground and saw someone crying on the swings.

The person on the swing was a woman, presumably a shopkeeper, wearing a large hooded jacket. Her upper body was covered, but her smooth legs were clearly those of a woman.

Seeing her, I had two choices.

Honestly, I felt like I was dying of frustration just talking to her. But aside from that, I also felt a little sorry for her. And also…

‘Hmm… come to think of it, I haven’t tested command compatibility yet, have I?’

There was still something I wanted to experiment with. If the effects of mediation lasted for a long time, I wanted to see if they would remain even after the mediation ended.

‘Well, while I’m at it, why not do a good deed?’

After a moment of thought, I decided to do a good deed.

 [You thinks the man in front of you is your boyfriend. Honoka, you truly love your boyfriend, so you must do whatever he wants.]

[Not wanting to be disliked by your boyfriend, you start learning how to dress and take care of your appearance.]

[You wants to talk to your boyfriend as much as possible. To do so, you try to fix your stuttering habit.]

After applying those three layers, Honoka’s gaze towards me changed.

I briefly looked around the room while having such rude thoughts in my head.

Honoka looked at me and asked hesitantly, “So, um, I’ll make you some food. Do you want to eat before you go?”

“Hmm… should I?”

I agreed to Honoka’s suggestion. I was a little hungry anyway.

While Honoka was making food, I was internally contemplating how far I could go.

But if the mediation were to wear off, it would be a hassle. Should I try to be a little more romantic?

I made that decision and waited for Honoka to finish making the food.

 ‘I wonder what will happen if I add this sudden explanation?’

I thought that to myself and said to Honoka, “You didn’t groom your hair?”

“Uh-huh. I didn’t have time…”

“Okay. Make sure to grrom it next time.”

“Okay…”

'Is this the power of love?'

About an hour after Takuya had finished cleaning the house and left.

“Huh?!”

Honoka woke up in bed. She was immediately overwhelmed by confusion at the unbelievable things that had happened to her.

Afterword I decided to spend some time continuing my mediation experiments.

“Todayyyy… a break…”

I resolved to laze around at home for the first time in a while.

It made sense. I had been running around every day for the past few days. Even my body, normally healthy and full of energy, felt tired. And besides, today…

 ‘Honestly, it was also awkward.’

It was a place with perfect sunlight, ideal for sleeping. Or at least, that’s what it had been like in Takuya’s memories. He used to lie on this veranda for photosynthesis, and now I understood why.

“Ah… so warm…”

Being here made me feel relaxed, as if my worries and anxieties were melting away.

I was half-asleep, eyes closed, when I started hearing a strange sound.

[Po. Po. Po. Po.]

I didn’t know why, but an unusual sound reached my ears. It wasn’t human language—just a repetitive “po. po. po.”

‘Ugh, ugh, Po. Po. Po. Po… PolaX?’

For a moment, it reminded me of an ice cream from my past life. Then I snapped out of it, wondering why I was suddenly thinking of PolaX.

Groggily, I sat up, turned my head, and began searching for the source of the sound. And then I saw it.

It was a figure taller than the two-meter-high fence. She had a pale white skin that seemed almost ghostly and was wearing a white hat and dress.

“Po. Po. Po. Po.”

A being making inhuman sounds.

She was a well-known yokai in Japan, feared both in light and dark tales.

‘That’s an Eight-Foot-Tall Ghost?!’

It was the Eight-Foot Tall Ghost.

I was momentarily stunned as it stared at me. But then…

“Po. Po. Po. Po.”

The Eight-Foot Tall Ghost glanced at me and, as if it had no further business, began moving away.

Startled, I snapped out of my daze and called after it.

“Hey, hey! Wait a minute! Hey, I said wait!”

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