Trapped In Hentai Game  Chapters 13-20 [6.8k+ Words]

Trapped In Hentai Game  Chapters 13-20 [6.8k+ Words]

• Chapter 13-14 – A Normal Day [R-18]

• Chapter 15-16—Shrine [R-18]

•  Chapter 17-18 – Weakness – 1 [R-18]

•  Chapter 19-20 – Weakness – 2 [R-18]

This contain eight chapters of Trapped In Hentai Game from  Chapters 13 to chapter 20. It have 6.8k+ words and finally the action chapters have started.

New characters have been introduced.

Here is sneek peek of the chapters.

Naturally, my mood was terrible.

I began farming near park place, where I had the most memories from the game, then gradually expanded my range of activity. Items weren’t only in boxes. They were hidden in cracks in walls, under large rocks, and even beneath some middle-aged man’s wig.

I wasn’t sure how long I had been farming. Just as my stomach began to rumble, I sat down on a newly installed park bench and checked the items I had collected.

 “Heh heh. I’ve gathered quite a bit.”

The moment I checked the items, a joyful smile appeared on my face for the first time that day. The haul was impressive for a single day’s work, and I had also collected a fair amount of money from the simple cases where cash appeared during the farming process.

But the real reason for my happiness was that I had obtained an unexpected treasure while farming this time.

These were crucial for capturing Miyuki.  But with these items, that step was no longer necessary.

 “Hoo. Well then, shall I go grab some food?”

After all, life was about eating.

With that thought, I stood up from the bench and headed toward the convenience store that had opened just a few days ago.

After searching through Takuya’s memories, I easily arrived at the convenience store.

Beep. Beep.

“Thank you. Please come again.”

I heated up my lunchbox in the microwave and stepped outside. The moment the convenience store door closed behind me, I cursed while staring at the lunchbox in my hand.

“What the hell? They don’t even let me eat inside?”

What kind of place was this? Even in Korea, where hospitality was terrible, they still let you eat inside.

After cursing at the store for a while, I finally sighed. “Haa… Well, this is my fate.”

There was no point in complaining. Nothing would change. I would just have to sneak in later and eat inside, even if the part-timer gave me a dirty look.

With that resolution made in my mind, I started searching for a place to eat.

The area in front of the convenience store was out of the question. The ground was scorching, and if I sat there to eat, my lunchbox would probably spoil before I even finished. No—maybe it would melt first. So that option was gone.

I decided to check the nearby park.

Clatter!

The first spot I found was blocked off for construction.

“Don’t let go of my hand!”

The second spot was being used for drama filming.

So the park was completely out. The problem was that without the park, there seemed to be no place left to eat.

‘Isn’t there anywhere quiet? Somewhere with few people, where I can sit in the shade and eat?’

After sweating and worrying for a while, another thought came to me.

‘Come to think of it, isn’t there a shrine nearby?’

I remembered a moderately sized shrine I had found earlier while looking through Takuya’s memories. As far as I recall, no one lived there to manage it, so it should be fine to eat in.

With that, my next destination was set. The nearby shrine.

Fortunately, it wasn’t far away. It stood on a small hill in the plains, only about a five-minute walk from where I stood. The path leading up was a little winding, but the location itself wasn’t bad.

On top of that, the shrine was surrounded by many trees, making it the perfect place to avoid the sun.

I sat down on the shrine’s veranda and opened the lid of the lunch box I had bought.

First of all, the smell passed the test. A pleasant aroma of rice and meat rose into the air. There was a pickled plum on top of the rice, which annoyed me a little, but since this was Japan, I decided to let it slide.

‘Now, how would it taste?’

I rubbed the chopsticks between my palms, anticipation building. To be honest, expecting much from a Japanese lunchbox in 2009 was unreasonable. There was nearly a twenty-year difference from the lunch boxes I knew. But even so, I had bought it out of vague expectations, the kind born from anime and old YouTube videos. They had praised Japanese lunch boxes so much that I thought they had to be good.

Of course, if it disappointed me, I wouldn’t touch another for ten years.

With that thought, I broke the wooden chopsticks apart, scooped up a big bite of rice, and brought it to my mouth.

No!!

– Zzzzzing.

Just as I was about to eat, I felt an intense

Misaki just watched me out of the corner of her eye until I was far away.

After a while, when I was no longer visible, someone appeared next to her.

Of course, it wasn’t a person.

[Miss. Shall we follow him now?]

It was Yasuo, the ghost who followed Misaki.

For some reason, the male ghost, whose name sounded like it came from a canyon, asked her.

Misaki said, sniffling, in response to Yasuo’s question.

At her answer, Yasuo looked at her with a warm gaze, as if watching youth unfold.

Just as a heartwarming atmosphere was forming…

Another voice began to speak from the air. But it was different from the way Yasuo had appeared.

It was a voice that seemed to transmit directly into her head rather than through her ears. At the sound, Misaki turned and looked at the being calling her.

[It’s not like that. Be quiet, Zen.]

The being was a great yokai who had once plunged Japan into chaos, fought the Tachibana family, and lost, now reduced to a shikigami.

[Oh my, it makes me sad when you lie ~]

It was the great yokai, Nyotengu.

As the name suggested, Nyotengu was a female tengu.

[Don’t lie. You’re always teasing me.]

Nyotengu said this and hugged Misaki tightly.

Misaki grumbled inwardly but did not break free from the embrace.

After enjoying the hug for a while, Misaki said to Nyotengu,

[Let’s stop now and go home, Zen.]

At her actions, Yasuo quickly stuck close to Misaki, while Nyotengu watched them with a relaxed smile.

A little while later, Misaki returned home in a car.

Nyotengu, remaining at the shrine, remembered the boy—no, the man who looked more like an uncle—and muttered,

“Who is he to carry such a strong karmic burden of killing?”

The karmic burden of killing could only be obtained by taking lives. Even the best samurai of the Warring States period carried only a few hundred karmic burdens.

But that man…

[He had thousands, maybe~]

He carried a karmic burden of death in the thousands. That was absolutely impossible for an ordinary human.

It was so unfair.

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