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Dating Sim Secret Ending, Part 4 (Anime Dating Sim Girl TG)
🕑 Added 2025-12-07 21:47:36 +0000 UTCBy 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?
Part 4
Yua sensed that something was off about her best friend, even more than it had been lately, what with their greatly changed bodies and personalities. He was avoiding her, keeping clear, and often giving her funny looks. She told herself that this was all fine. After all, she was much too beautiful and refined for a silly little comedic man like him. She was destined for Jin, to take his body and leave Sashira crying in loneliness. She would be the victor, the glorious fashionista that she was, and then she would be the one to experience Jin, body and soul.
And to escape, of course. That was the whole purpose of this plot, she had to remind herself. They were on a nature walk, and the whole damn horde of ladies were following along: Sashira holding hands with Jin, and Akemi trying to talk about the local biology in her nerdy way, while Rin kept urging people to keep up with her steady athletic pace. It made her seeth, but even as she complained and asked for more rest stops to spend more time with Jin, she kept on looking back at Haru, who was pulling up the rear. His expression was one of serious struggle, with wisps of smoke comically rising from his feet as he tried to keep up.
“Come on, Haru!” she called. “You’ll fall behind, you silly little man!”
He puffed, cheeks totally red to an absurd degree. “You go on ahead! I’ll - puff - get there eventually!”
She narrowed her eyes. This seemed fairly typical, but she knew her friend, even in Haru form. Especially in Haru form, in fact. He was capable of absolutely skedaddling in a comedic way when fleeing from a perverted moment, or when sufficiently baited. She lowered herself, presenting her cleavage more obviously, hanging like overripe cantaloupes from her chest and nearly falling out of her white dress.
“Are you sure I can’t convince you to speed up?” she teased, grinning. She told herself that this was just to get him to hurry up, but she couldn’t deny that she liked showing herself off to Haru. His gleaming eyes made her feel special, and a little aroused. Not that she’d admit that.
His jaw fell, and his eyes went wide, showing little sparkles in them.
“That’s my funny boy,” she giggled, letting her shoulders shake. “Come to the boobies.”
He reached out like a zombie, fulfilling his comedic role. But then he suddenly stopped and corrected himself. “I - I’m fine! All good! You go on ahead!”
Yua frowned. What was with him? Hell, just a few days ago he’d fallen face first into her tits in the day spa. She’d had some rather lovely dreams about that. Most of the time, her dreams were about Jin, in order to compel her to her end goal. But now, Haru featured in them. Him and that very, very big dick of his.
“What is up with you?” she whispered under her breath, before turning around and hurriedly catching up to Jin. She had a mission to pursue, and if Haru wouldn’t help her, then she’d just make sure to do her part correctly. Still, it burned a little, knowing that Haru was avoiding her for some reason.
Did she no longer think she was pretty?
***
Haru’s will had to be like iron. Like steel. Yua was trying to spend more time with him, but he knew that if they did, they would continue to flirt. He’d probably end up face-first in her breasts yet again due to some humorous accident. They would talk about how attractive they found one another, and their flirting could even bloom into something more . . . real. God, he wanted that. Every fiber of his being lusted after her. But it wasn’t just his perverted, girl-hungry nature (though the compulsions of the narrative definitely meant they were still a big part). No, it was more than that. He liked his friend. He liked the way she giggled at his stupid antics. He admired how well she was coping as the buxom, stylish queen bee of the island. He loved shooting the shit with her, and doing activities with her, spending time with her, and . . . simply looking at her.
But he knew he had to make the right decision. He’d weighed it up for over a full day after the discovery of the Finding My Right Beach Girlfriend guidebook. He’d pored over it, looking for more answers, hoping for a third way, but the So You’ve Been Sucked Into the Game section only gave the same two options.
Either Yua could escape on her own, having successfully won the game by romancing Jin. This would leave Haru trapped in the game, perhaps forever.
Or they could unlock the secret ending together, by romancing one another and, well, bedding on another. Doing this would leave them stuck in the game, but they would get to live out an existence together in one another’s company.
It was cruel. It was unfair. It was not at all what Haru had hoped, and yet he couldn’t get the image from the book out of his mind, the one where Yua was straddling him, wearing her sexy lingerie, her breasts practically spilling out of the cups. They both looked so happy in that image. Hell, he looked joyous, while she looked deeply satisfied. Perhaps a little in control of the romance, not that he would mind that anyway. In fact, it was quite a turn on.
He sat in his room while Jin was reading a book. His ‘best friend’ had just complained about not knowing which girl to invite to the dance, and had asked him to help him make a choice. Instead of simply suggesting Yua, Haru had done something he already regretted: he’d told Jin that he would have a think about it and do some research for an hour.
“I can’t just keep avoiding her,” he told himself. “I need to make a decision.”
He looked through the guide again. Ultra horny man that he now was, he couldn’t keep himself from looking at that image for the bonus secret ending again. The steps were all there. He’d have to invite her to the dance. She would turn him down, expecting him to ask a second time. But before he could, Sashira would make her play, he’d fall over, tripping on something, right into Yua’s arms. Then they would dance together, and a blushing romance would finally bloom into something more. The island dance was the key, and he could easily manufacture this change.
“And I wouldn’t be alone here,” he muttered. “I’d have her. And she’d have me. That wouldn’t be the worst, would it?”
He flicked through the numerous fun locations on the island map of Tropico. There were more than enough things to do around the island and in the town of Ocean Tides, enough to fill a lifetime of fun and pleasure. And there were also various paths to unlock secret costumes. One had Yua as a gorgeous mermaid propped up on a rock in the waters just beyond the beach, her breasts straining at the little seashell cups, her tail green, her hair luxurious. Another had her as a sexy Santa for Christmas, while apparently visiting a holy shrine on Tropic Mountain in July would give her a shrine maiden appearance and unlock some fun sidequests. There was even a tease that he could unlock a cute kitsune form for her, and it was enough to get him aroused.
“I could have so much fun with her. And she could style me. God knows she liked my big dick. We could please one another. It could work . . .”
But even as he said the words, he knew what he was thinking was wrong. This would be a betrayal. It was him - Mark - who had gotten them into this mess in the first place, and now he was actually thinking about plunging Yua even deeper into it? He’d kept his gender, but she’d been forced to become a busty beauty who lusted after a boring plain harem anime protagonist. She was suffering a worse burden than him, and it was all his fault.
“No,” he told himself. “I can’t. I promise you, Yua. I’ll get you out of here. I’ll set you up with Jin and see you off, no matter if it means me staying here.”
He stood up triumphantly, raising his fist to the air.
“And I’ll make the hero’s sacrifice, as if I were the main chara-”
The door slammed open and Jin stepped in. “Hey, Haru? Made the decision to help me yet?”
Haru leapt up into the air, bonking his head on the ceiling, and then slipped over the book that had fallen onto the floor. He crashed into his friend, cheeks blushing.
“Ugh, y-yeah,” he said.
“Classic Haru!” Jin laughed. “Always getting up to no good and being clumsy while doing it. Who should I ask out? I was thinking of Sashira, but Yua is also in my mind. I feel like it’s between those two. I need my best friend’s help to decide!”
Haru exhaled, his shoulders sagging. Still, he put on an enthusiastic smile for his ‘best friend.’
“Jin, what are you talking about? I thought I was supposed to be the silly one, not you! You’ve known Sashira since you were kids, and she clearly carries a torch for you. But she’s like a sister to you! Yua is a real woman. The kind that has a heart of gold buried deep down, and you know it.”
“I do. And yet . . . Sashira is so kind to me. I think she really likes me, Haru.”
“But is ‘like’ enough? She’s had years to ask you out, and vice-versa. Yua is the one for you. You’ve got to ask her out, and then if she doesn’t agree straight away, perhaps then it’s time for Sashira. How about that?”
He jabbed his friend in the chest, delivering the line with as much cheese and corn as it deserved. Sure enough, it worked, because Jin hugged his friend.
“You’re right, of course! How could I have not seen it! Shoot, the island dance is about to begin. Let’s head there now. Yua’s family runs the whole thing, so I have no doubt she’ll be there. Thank you, Haru!”
***
Yua was all dressed up to the nines. She knew that this was her last chance to entice Jin and win this thing for Haru and her. And yet her friend had done his best to avoid her. Well, not anymore. At the very least, she was going to make damn sure that the cute - hell, the attractively cute - comedy sidekick that her friend had become got to see her. She was wearing a gorgeous and classy red dress that hugged her perfect figure. It left her shoulders bare, the strength of the dress just managing to hold her breasts up, pushing them up so they were like wonderfully full globes on her chest. They jiggled with her movements, her cleavage deep and alluring. A slit down one side of her dress exposed her delicious leg, and the dress was backless, to the point where she wasn’t sure in the real world it would even be physically possible for it to stay on properly. Thankfully, they were in Tropico, in the dating sim of Finding My Right Beach Girlfriend, where physics came second to classic anime tropes. With her diamond necklace, her long red gloves going almost to her elbows, her tall red heels, and her styled hair falling in waves over one shoulder, she looked like a crossover between Jessica Rabbit and a Japanese fantasy girlfriend. Despite her initial revulsion at her body, she found herself exceptionally smug about how damn stylish, beautiful, and hot as hell she looked. In fact, she’d posed numerous times in the mirror, admiring her body, and not just because of the narrative compulsion upon her. She knew she was supposed to wait for the island dance festival for any romantic overtures to occur, but she decided to be ambitious and get in early. Besides, she wanted to confront her friend.
“You can’t avoid me forever, Haru,” she muttered as her heels clip-clopped upon the ground on her approach to Jin’s house. “I’ll make sure you don’t. You’re going to help me, and even more, you’re going to admire me.”
She knocked upon the door, and it opened at her touch.
“Hello!” she said in her haughty voice. “I just thought I’d drop in. After all, Jin, the island dance is about to begin soon, and you still haven’t asked me out. The poor other girls think they still have a chance, so you better be quick. Oh, and why not bring out Haru? I’m sure he can help me make sure this dress is adjusted well to your tastes!”
The last part she’d thrown in despite herself. She didn’t want to admit it, but she really wanted Haru to see her like this. After his face had been in her breasts and his eyes had wandered her form numerous times already, surely he couldn’t resist seeing her at her most glorious yet?
“Jin?” she asked, entering the room. “Haru? Haru? C’mon, buddy. It’s me, Yua! I’m looking very fucking hot right now! I mean, you just won’t be able to resist me! Are you still getting dressed up? I bet you’re looking quite cute yourself. Did the gentleman have to lean right or left when it came to your trouser measurements?”
She giggled a little, remembering how damn well-endowed her friend was now. It made her nipples throb a little, and she had to grab the top of her dress and pull it up a little. She suspected she’d be doing that all night to stop any wardrobe malfunctions.
“Haru?”
No one was home. They must have left already. God, perhaps they were on their way to her palatial home! She had to hurry!
But just as she was turning, she saw that the door to Haru’s room was open, giving her a peek inside. She couldn’t help herself. Had Haru been hiding something? Slowly, she stepped inside, her hips swaying hypnotically from side to side, her chest pushed out thanks to the position her body naturally took while in high heels. The room was mostly bare, but for some surfing posters and, surprisingly, some printed photos of him and Yua together. One had them relaxing in their towels at the spa, another of them looking puffed on a walk, and one was a simple smiling selfie, her height meaning that her left breast was pressing up against his cheek. The sight made her chuckle.
“Oh, Haru. You could make a woman like me very happy.”
She said it almost wistfully, imagining something she knew she shouldn’t. Could they? What if they were stuck like this? What if she and Haru just shared one little kiss? One moment of connection before they escaped? Would that be so bad?
But then her attention fell upon the book on the floor. She cocked her head, looking at it.
“Finding My Right Beach Girlfriend: A Player’s Handbook and Guide,” she said. “Wait . . . what?”
She sat on Haru’s bed and opened the book, looking through it. Instantly, her previous thoughts disappeared as her attention was taken up by the text. The book had guides on locations, easter eggs, fast travel routes, how to unlock recipes, how to catch all two-hundred and forty three kinds of sea life and then unlock the five mega-fish of the region. All of it. It was a total game manual, and it covered each of the relationships and how to end up with Jin. There was even a perfect damn guide on how Yua could end up with Jin.
“That fucker!” she cursed. “That ridiculous little man who is so - so - so beneath my station! He was holding out on me!”
But then the next section caught her interest: So You’ve Been Sucked Into the Game - How To Get Out. With eyes wide, the blonde-haired beauty flicked through the pages, taking it all in. Slowly, her jaw dropped.
“Only I can get out,” she whispered. “And if I don’t . . .”
She turned the page to the secret ending, and then she squeaked, almost dropping the book. There was a large image of her straddling Haru’s form, smiling deliciously upon him while she wore her laciest lingerie. The very sight made her feel aroused and confused and disgusted and embarrassed and . . . a great deal of many other things as well.
“A secret ending?” she whispered. “Me and him . . . together?”
It boggled her mind, as did the numerous sexy outfits that could be unlocked in the ‘post-game content.’
“What the hell, I can become a mermaid? This is just bananas! Wait . . . if he knew this, and didn’t tell me . . .”
She went back to the guide, looking up how Jin could end up with Sashira. He would have to ask Yua out, and then she would reject him, trying to play hard to get. But then Sashira would swoop in, leaving her on the sidelines . . . and allowing the secret ending to occur.
“That fucking ratbag!” she declared. “That insolent little pervert! He’s going to game the system. He’s going to make me his conquest! Well, we’ll see about that! I know how to win the game now, Haru. And if you’re going to betray me, then I’ll make sure you get stuck here, while I end up free.”
She grabbed the book and put it in her purse, then stormed out of the house and headed up the street to where the festival was already starting. Yua didn’t have much time. She had to look her best, be her best, and snag Jin.
“It’s your own fault, Haru,” she told herself, walking with determination. “You put me here in this ridiculous female body. You won’t get to keep me here with you. It’s time for this gorgeous gyaru to get out of here!”
She narrowed her eyes, moving towards the island dance, to the conclusion of this dating sim where everything would be decided. She had no idea that Haru was already trying to help get her free at the cost of his own future, and yet her eyes filled with tears anyway.
“D-damn you, Haru,” she said, swallowing down the pain that was now festering in her heart. “If only you’d told me. I wouldn’t have left you. I never would have left you.”
She pushed the pain down, trying her best to ignore it. Yua had an anime protagonist to romance, and a secret ending to avoid. And an image of her and Haru together, happy and loving and lustful, to purge from her mind.
So why was that last part so damn hard?
To Be Continued . . .
