Dating Sim Secret Ending, Part 1 (Anime Dating Sim Girl TG)

By FoxFaceStories

A Story Tier Prompt for Scoobert

Mark and Aaron are accidentally transported into a visual novel dating game. Mark becomes Haru, the game’s male comic relief, while poor Aaron is turned into Yua, the busty fashionista romantic interest destined to lose out to the main character’s childhood best friend. But can the pair unlock a secret ending that brings them happiness . . . together?

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Dating Sim Secret Ending

Part 1

“So what is it, some kind of hentai or something?”

Mark rolled his eyes as he started up the game on his computer. “No, Aaron, it’s a visual novel dating game. It’s ultra rare. Lots of rumours about this one, but I’ve managed to get a real bonafide copy! I never thought it was possible!”

Aaron regarded his friend. They were both average dudes in their twenties, both with brown hair and glasses and nerdy interests. People had often mistaken the best friends for brothers, but in truth they’d grown up on the other end of town until Aaron’s family had moved into Mark’s neighbourhood. The two got on like a house on fire in high school. Sure, Aaron was a bit more sporty and athletic, and generally a bit more socially capable, but Mark was a damn computer whiz and could play Counterstrike with the best of them. Plus, he was a damn hacker, and Aaron thought that was mega cool. But his weird obsession with manga and anime dating shows and all that kind of stuff?

Waaaaaaay less cool.

“Okay,” he said, as the game began to boot up with the loading screen. “So what’s the appeal? Walk me through this.”

Mark grinned, adjusting his glasses in that telltale sign of nerdy interest. “Okay, so visual novel dating sims are kind of a guilty pleasure of mine, right?”

“So I’ve noticed. God, I wish I could forget that monster girl one.”

Mark blushed a little, but continued. “Anyway, the generic appeal is being able to play out a novel, albeit one with several choices that let you pick the girl the protagonist is meant to end up with. In the more literary, ahem, novels, there’s generally considered a ‘right’ love interest, whereas the others are more, well, fun distractions.”

Aaron raised his eyebrows. He imagined that these ‘distractions’ probably came with some rather lewd illustrations and animations. Perhaps even a voice track, though he hoped not to find any of that out.

“Finding My Right Beach Girlfriend is meant to be more of that literary type,” Mark explained. 

“Doesn’t sound too literary. I mean, it’s not exactly War and Peace in terms of titles.”

“The protagonist,” Mark continued, ignoring his friend, “is an audience surrogate named Jin, who can flirt with and even sleep with several available love interests, but only Sashira is meant to be his love interest. Ah, there she is! And the rest of the cast, too.”

The main screen had now booted up, and Aaron could see the more tropical beach-inspired setting, which conveniently allowed so much of the cast to be in cute bikinis, one-pieces, or midriff-baring warm weather clothing. The middle male figure was obviously Jin, who looked fairly ordinary and brown-haired, with glasses just like them. An audience insert, as Mark had said. Sashira was by his side, looking like a very pretty, but not supermodel-gorgeous woman like some of the others. She had dark black hair and wide blue eyes, and was the only one wearing a summer dress, which was an innocent blue in colour.

“Has kind of a girl next door vibe, I guess,” he noted.

“Exactly! She’s his childhood best friend, and all the leaks say they end up together if you play the game right.”

“And who’s that guy?”

He gestured to a shorter male character with a goofy expression on his face, who was tripping over a sandcastle so that he was about to land face first into a busty western-looking anime gal’s chest. She was gasping, her blonde hair flying back as if from the shock of what was about to happen.

“Oh, that’s Haru,” Mark said. “He’s like the cheeky comic relief. You know, accidentally keeps ending up in sexual situations even when he’s not actual able to get with any of the girls because he’s always tripping into them and stuff.”

“And the blonde girl with the huge boobs?”

“Yua. She’s a gyaru. That means a Japanese girl who’s really into over-the-top western fashion and often dyes her hair or wears coloured wigs.”

“Uh-huh,” Aaron said. “Okay, I admit, I’m lost. What’s so special about this game that you invited me over to see it? I mean, I like some anime, but this is really not my thing, dude. No offence.”

Mark smirked. “None taken. But I know you do like urban legends, right?”

This was true; Aaron loved urban legends, whether it be the mothman or the chupacabra or the local myth of the drainpipe demon that skateboarding kids around town liked to spread around. 

“So the myth about this game is about why it’s so rare,” Mark explained. “Apparently, the game isn’t actually a game, but a portal to another universe. There are little signs when you play it that indicate that it’s not from our world, and some people who have managed to track it down, or download copies of it, have even disappeared entirely, allegedly sucked into the game or into another universe, or simply had the natural laws of the universe fail and annihilate them from reality entirely.”

Aaron shivered. “So it’s some kind of eldritch game masquerading as an anime dating sim?”

Mark turned to grin at his friend. “Exactly. Shall we find out if it’s true? Who knows, there might be some creepy glitches, like some online talks mention.”

Now this was something Aaron could be more invested in. He pulled up a proper chair and sat beside his friend. His computer setup was impressive, with a large screen they could both look at; the perks of having your own place.

“Boot it up, then,” he said.

Mark clicked Play. The game shifted to an opening cutscene of sorts, though it more like a series of coloured manga images with a written narration at the bottom of the screen, and an auditory reading from his speakers.

“It was my first day at Tropico Island. The town of Ocean Tides looked lovely, warm, and inviting. It was like a slice of the vintage past preserved in the modern day, but with none of the coldness of modern life; cell phones didn’t work here because of the interferences from the dormant volcano, and there was none of the pollution of modern devices.”

“Wow, volcano science right out of the bat,” Aaron remarked. “This isn’t scary so far.”

Mark frowned, but let the scene play out as Jin, the protagonist, entered with his friend Haru.

“My friend Haru was with me, and I was glad for that. He was quite a bumbling sort of guy, and I worried he was going to get us into trouble. There were so many beautiful women here, and yet - oh no! Haru!”

The screen changed to an image of Haru tripping on a dropped ice cream cone and launching forward dramatically, right towards the busty gyaru Yua, who happened to be walking down the footpath in the opposite direction, wearing a tight and stylish two-piece outfit that showed off her impressive cleavage and flat stomach. 

“Of course,” Aaron said. “Can’t have a dating sim without-”

He was instantly interrupted by the screen going nuts, the colours crackling, becoming pixelated and then flashing as a photo negative of Haru launching into Yua’s breasts. The speakers crackled, going high pitched as the voice over began to crash out:

“BZZZTTTT! HARU HARU HARU BZZZZT HARU HARU BZZZTT WATCH OUT FOR BBZZZT NAME IS YUA YUA YUA GET OFF ME BZZZT CAN I HELP YOU BZZT YUA YUA HARU YUA HARU BZZZT-”

“What the hell?” Mark said.

Aaron looked at the screen. It was really glitching out, but in a creepy enough way that it was really sending the urban legend spooks through him.

“Hey, uh, maybe we should turn that off.”

“I’m trying, but it’s not shutting off. It’s freezing the damn computer. Fuck, I hope this isn’t some kinda break in the syst-”

The screen bubbled in three dimensions, the static reaching out, clawing at them. Both young men screamed, but weren’t quick enough in jumping back, because the rubber-like static manner of the screen sucked at their flesh, pulling at their hands and dragging them into the screen.

“What the fuck!?” Mark screamed.

“It’s real!” Aaron cried, his entire arm being gobbled up by the malfunctioning gamescreen. “The legend was real! Shut it off!”

But Mark couldn’t reach the power switch, or even the cables. His entire shoulder was inside the screen now, and it was attached to his face, compressing him down and stretching him like a noodle, like an astronaut being sucked into a black hole.

“I don’t understand wath hahpeningghhh!” Aaron screamed, or at least tried to, because his face was entering the computer screen, his entire body stretching impossibly. Mark followed along with him, and the last thing they saw before they entered was the undisturbed space of Mark’s apartment.

And then . . . the code.

Computer code.

It was everywhere, 1’s and 0’s manifesting all around them, and they were code two. Two long lines of code in humanoid form, hurtling forward through a dark, information-filled space. They tried to scream, but only electronic whirs came out. Their code was changing. Something was rewriting them! Instantly Mark realised what was happening - the legend was true, and they were entering the game, becoming characters in it! He could feel his code shifting, personality altering, his very dimensions and figure transforming. Aaron was the same, and he came to a similar epiphany only moments later. His own code stretched him upwards, his chest burning and pushing forwards, his figure slimming in some places and expanding in others. But it was impossible to see or take it in fully.

“whAt’S gOiNg OnNnN!?!?” he managed, his tone rising in octave.

“I dOn’T kNoW!!!” Mark screamed back, his voice twisting, altering.

And then, the light at the end of the tunnel. The code changed, and a vortex of light drew them in, pulling them towards its epicentre. Both men screamed, though their voices were alien to them, and their bodies seemed all kinds of wrong, and yet it was impossible to tell exactly why. They tried to pull themselves to back where they had come from, back towards Mark’s apartment and the reality they had known all their lives, but they may as well have been fighting the pull of a black hole for all the good it did them. Mark held on just slightly longer, and then he was catapulted into the tunnel of light, still screaming in shock.

“wHaT’s HaPpEnIng!?”

***

Haru suddenly found himself on a footpath, his body and name no longer his own. He looked with alarm at his surroundings: he was on the street of some beautiful sea village resort town, the swaying palm trees everywhere, the sound of the clear ocean off to his left. The sun was shining, the air was warm and tropical, and he was dressed in a ridiculous Hawaiian-style t-shirt. He was also shorter than he was used to, and felt more awkward, less coordinated.

“What just happened!?” he cried, and even his voice sounded strange to him; higher, perhaps a bit whinier. More . . . comic.

“Nothing, Haru,” the man beside him said. “Unless you count that wonderful ocean breeze. I think we’re going to like it here. I just hope that I can find a girlfriend, you know?”

Haru’s eyes went wide as he looked up at the slightly taller man beside him. It was Jin, the protagonist of the game, looking milquetoast and inoffensive, slightly handsome but not too hunky. A perfect audience insert.

“A-Aaron?” he said.

“Who’s Aaron?” Jin replied. “Oh, is this one of your silly jokes again?”

So that wasn’t Aaron. But where was his friend? Holy shit, he was inside the game and stuck in the body of the comic relief. And they were redoing the intro of the game, which meant that at any second-

“Haru, watch your step!”

It was too late. The distracted man tripped on a dropped ice cream cone, sliding on its melted raspberry and vanilla contents. He slid forward dramatically, tumbling in a comic fashion that made him aware of just how uncoordinated he was now. A woman was heading the other way, looking fearful and worried; it was the mega-busty gyaru Yua, her hands cupping her breasts in confusion as she ran.

“Help me!” she called. “Something super weird has - OH!”

Haru collided with her, his face pressing right into her chest exactly as it was going to happen in the dating sim when they’d been on the other side of it. She stumbled back, and Jin raced to immediately catch her, holding her from behind so that she didn’t fall back onto the pavement. Haru was still wedged into her cleavage; she was wearing a two-piece outfit that showed a lot of cleavage, and she had to comedically pry him out. He stumbled backwards, face red and embarrassed.

“S-sorry!” he said. “I’m so very sorry! I didn’t mean to fall into your lovely breasts! I mean, into your big chest! I mean, into you-”

“What my friend is trying to say,” Jin said, still holding her, “is are you alright?”

Of course, the woman was not alright. For one, she had a woman’s body, and her name was Yua, both of which shouldn’t be true of the former male known as Aaron. And for two, she was immediately distracted, not by the heavy weights upon her chest or how revealed her strange new body was, but by the flood of warm feelings she possessed when looking up at her saviour.

“Y-y-yes,” she stuttered, before a sudden sense of haughty pride overtook her, and she pulled herself out of his arms. “Not that I needed you to catch me, of course! No offence, but I don’t even know you! And besides, how do I know you haven’t been touching gross fish down at the beach or something? You could ruin my skincare routine, not to mention my designer two-piece dress. Do you have any idea how expensive this is?”

She herself had no idea, but she felt compelled to defend the costing of it. She wasn’t truly repulsed by this man - in fact, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of Jin for reasons she couldn’t even understand - but pride had been injected strongly into her personality, far more than before. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, emphasising their sheer weight and size, and waiting for him to respond.

Jin, characteristically for a self-insert style dating sim protagonist, gave a simple bow. “Please accept my apologies, ma’am. I didn’t mean to offend you. If it helps, my name is Jin.”

“Jin,” she replied, her mouth talking for her. “Well . . . it’s not a terrible name. My name is A - A - A - Yua! My name is Yua! I’m the richest and most stylish woman on this island, by the way. My family owns almost half of it. Perhaps I’ll be seeing you around, Jin. And your little friend here who was far too . . . forward.”

The automatic ‘script’ emerging from her mouth ended, and she got the sense that had to leave the scene now, allowing for the protagonist to get to know other women more. It was infuriating - she had tits now, and a vagina, and a body to kill for, and her hair was dyed a beautiful blonde, and she was feeling proud of it. So humiliating! But how to get back to her life as Aaron?
Haru was thinking the same thing. He’d caught the strange hesitations and blushing on Yua’s face, and her attempt to say her true name before failing.

“I guess we better keep moving,” Jin said. “What an intriguing woman?”

Haru sensed an opportunity here. “I might meet you at the apartment block,” he said. “I’ve got some things to do.”

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re going to try surfing again, Haru. You always fall off!”

Haru frowned. So that was going to be a recurring gag, then.

“Of course! I’ll master it soon! Just you wait!”

He ran in the opposite direction to Jin, pulling a ridiculously wide grin and nearly tripping backwards over his own feet, but then rounded a corner to see where Yua had gone. Instead, he ran straight into her breasts. Again.

“What the hell!?” she cried.

He pulled himself back. “S-sorry! I’m shorter now! And you’re taller! So your tits are at head height!”

“What the hell are - wait, M-Mark?”

“Aaron?”

She hugged him, and again the boobs were in his face, before she realised what she was doing and pulled back. God, she was tall. She had to be over six feet in height, easily. Those legs . . .

“Hey, my eyes are up here, dude!”

Haru looked up and blushed. “Sorry! It’s just - this is a lot to take in!”
“How do you think I feel?” Yua said, gesturing to herself with such dramatic movements that it made her boobs shake like an anime girl from a hentai. “Look at me! I’ve even got, like anime hair.”

“At least it’s not blue.”

“Yeah, well I’ve got boobs, dude. What the hell are we supposed to do?”

“I don’t know,” Haru said. “We’re stuck in a dating sim. The urban legend was real. Only instead of becoming main characters, you’ve turned into the decoy romantic interest, and I’ve become the comedic best friend.”

Yua was freaking out. She had huge fleshy weights on her chest, an empty space between her thighs, and she was trying like hell not to think about how cute and intriguing that new ‘Jin’ guy was in her changed brain.

“Then what the hell do we do?” she cried.

Haru winced. “I’ve got an idea, but you might not like it.”

“Oh God. What is it?”

“Well, another rumour was that you had to win the game to get your happy ending. In this urban legend, that meant completing the game.”

“So how do we complete it?”
Haru hesitated, looking up at his gorgeous friend and trying not to be mega-attracted himself. “Well, you’re the decoy love interest, right? I think . . . I think we need to get you to win the dating game, Yua. You need to be the one who gets with Jin.”

To Be Continued . . .