litphoria

13-year-old Lovely Hoshizora (星空愛理) really had it all. Well, except for the terrible name that her parents had forced upon her, which had of course caused her no end of troubles all through school, and showed no signs of stopping any time soon. Even her friends still called her Rabu-chan, and that was barely any better! Really, what had they been thinking?

They couldn’t have asked for a more perfect child, though. She was clever, well-behaved. A good personality and even better marks. Consistently top of the class, actually. She had a few close friends at school, and had recently started getting a little attention from boys. Sure, she liked to dress up in that weird ‘lolita fashion’ stuff every chance she got, but she even funded her expensive fashion habits with her own money, all made using that internet job of hers. However that worked. Neither her mother or father could figure out heads or tails of it any time she tried to explain.

…all of the other adults with children were immensely jealous, though, and really what more could a parent ask for?

With a name like “Lovely” though, it was only inevitable that something about her turn out weird. Her parents were blind to it, thinking all that time spent in her room with her door shut was just her studying to keep getting those amazing grades of hers. But study was boring, and schoolwork too easy. Lovely had much better things to do!

When she wasn’t surfing the internet for lewd images of little cartoon girls and the men who loved them, or playing R-18 hentai games that she got others to buy for her, she was actually making her own. Well, she couldn’t really draw very well, but she’d already contributed programming and scenario work to multiple active teams online, making quite a name for herself under her alias ~Strawberry~, and quite a bit of cash through her share of the profits, too. It was a major rush, actually, none of them knowing how young she was while her little fingers typed out page after page of filth fresh from her overactive imagination. Most of them even thought she had to be a guy!

It was a little frustrating having to write for other people, though. Some of them had such boring ideas! Oh tsundere this, stray catgirl that, did they have any idea how un-romantic all of this stuff was? And all the male characters were just such blatant self-inserts… it was all so, so lazy!

There was only one thing that could be done - put off buying a dress for a month, or three, and write her own game from scratch! Text-driven if it had to be. Something with some properly romantic stuff in it, like age regression, or smelly otaku, or tonguebaths. She’d show them how it was done!