Drake’s room was quite ordinary for a person who spent most of his life in front of a computer: a large ultrawide monitor, professional streaming lighting setup, and several shelves filled with figurines and awards for the best guides. As one of the most well-known English-speaking bloggers specializing in visual novels and eroge, he had been making a living from this for several years. He had a stable audience, good views, and a reputation as someone who “does the impossible.”
But even for him, this game became a real challenge.
Yokubou no Gakuen: Ochita Jun’ai — an ordinary Japanese high school, modern realism, no fantasy elements. Just teenagers, social status, hormones, and harsh human weaknesses.
The game was an absolute masterpiece in the netorare genre. The heroines’ fall scenes were morally repulsive: the betrayal of a loved one, gradual psychological destruction, situations where the girls were literally forced to enjoy what they hated. Yet visually — they were simply mesmerizing. Perfectly drawn bodies, stunning work with lighting, detailed facial expressions, trembling lips, tears mixed with forced pleasure… Many people in the comments wrote that it was because of this beauty that they could tolerate the plot itself.
Drake, however, felt physically sick from those scenes. Fucking degenerates!
He had always been drawn to something else — to those very “imperfect” scenes of pure love. Even if the art was a bit simpler, the lighting not so cinematic, and the poses not so sophisticated. But there was real warmth, mutual desire, and tenderness in them. That was what he came to the genre for. That was what he wanted to protect.
What annoyed him most was the main protagonist — Haruto. The most ordinary, unremarkable Japanese high school boy. Average grades, average appearance, average personality. Yet everything literally fell into his hands: girls paid attention to him on their own, convenient situations arose naturally, friends always supported him. And despite all that, without the player’s help, this guy would have missed most of the good endings simply because of his passivity, insecurity, and naivety.
“If I were in his place,” Drake had thought more than once over these seven days, “I would have done everything ten times better.”
That was exactly why he embarked on this insane marathon.
Seven full days with almost no proper sleep. Cancelled streams, missed meetings, food from delivery, and liters of energy drinks. He analyzed every branch, every dialogue, every hidden flag. He went through dozens of bad endings where one of the heroines was already almost leaving for another guy. He watched how their “pure love” was beautifully and cruelly broken.
But in the end, he won.
Now on the screen, Haruto stood on the school rooftop under a warm orange sunset, surrounded by all five girls. They all looked at him with sincere, bright love.
The final choice.
“I will never let you suffer.”
The screen lit up with warm, soulful CG scenes. Gentle kisses, passionate yet full of mutual feeling embraces, intimate moments in an empty classroom and on the rooftop. Without humiliation. Without someone else’s hands. The route of pure love!
When the credits started rolling, Drake slowly leaned back in his chair, ran his hands over his face, and smiled genuinely for the first time in a week, even though his eyes were stinging badly and his head was buzzing from exhaustion.
“Seven days… I really did it,” he said quietly into the emptiness. “A complete harem route without a single act of netorare.”
He reached for the keyboard and began typing the title of the future video and guide:
“Yokubou no Gakuen — Complete Harem Route WITHOUT NETORARE. The Most Detailed Guide + All Hidden Flags. What You Thought Was Impossible.”
Drake clicked the “Publish” button and heavily leaned back in his chair. The video with the final ending and the extremely detailed text guide were posted simultaneously on YouTube, Reddit, his Discord server, and the main visual novel forums.
The reaction came quickly.
Comments poured in like an avalanche within the first minute.
PureRouteFan92:
“DRAKE YOU’RE A GOD!!! I dropped the game three times at Act 3 because of Kurosaki. How the hell did you do it, legend?!”
HaremDefender:
“Finally. Now I can play peacefully without fearing triggers. Bro, you really did what no one else could.”
YukiNoHorns:
“Crying from happiness. I loved Yuki so much, and the netorare scenes with her were literally killing me… Thank you so much, Drake ❤️”
Views were skyrocketing. Over 120,000 in the first hour. A real celebration started in the Discord server: gifs, heart emojis, voice messages full of gratitude.
But as always, along with the love came the shit.
On the main game forum, someone quickly created a separate thread:
Topic: PureHaremMaster ruins everything again with his “pure” route
TrueCorruptor69:
“Well congratulations. This moralist actually completed the harem and is now shoving his bland water down everyone’s throat. Why? The game is about netorare. About how pure love is beautifully and painfully broken. And he took it and killed the entire soul of the game. Scumbag.”
The comments under the post quickly gained momentum.
Many agreed with him. Others stood up for Drake.
Drake sat with a tired smirk, scrolling through the comments. He had long gotten used to this split. Half the audience adored him, the other half sincerely considered him a “genre killer” and a “moral fascist.”
He was about to write a detailed reply when he saw a new comment directly under his guide from TrueCorruptor69:
“Beautiful guide, can’t argue with that. But you really don’t understand anything about this genre, Drake. Netorare isn’t just ‘ugliness.’ It’s art. One day you’ll understand. When you yourself end up in the place of one of those ‘scumbags.’ Then we’ll talk, you goody-two-shoes.”
Drake laughed loudly and hoarsely and started typing a reply quickly, though his fingers were already barely listening from exhaustion:
“Go fuck yourself, anonymous pervert. Netorare, netori, and all that crap — it’s cheap copium for those who can’t even get normal relationships in a fictional world. Getting off on the suffering of girls you supposedly ‘love’ — that’s disgusting. Period.”
He sent the message and leaned back. His head was spinning harder. Everything started to blur before his eyes, the room swaying slightly. The last thing he managed to see was a new notification about a reply from TrueCorruptor69.
And then his consciousness simply switched off.