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Dating Sim Secret Ending, Part 2 (Anime Dating Sim Girl TG)
🕑 Added 2025-10-17 22:03:21 +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 2
Yua immediately dismissed Haru’s plan. There was no way she was going to try and win this stupid dating sim. This was all Mark’s fault! Though of course, he was actually Haru now. It was odd, being so much taller than her friend and then having him constantly peeking at her large tits, which were very much on display thanks to her fashionable attire. Even worse, it gave her a sense of pride in her ample assets that she just knew she wasn’t supposed to have.
“I mean it!” Haru said for the umpteenth time. “Do you really want to be stuck like this? I mean, c’mon, you’re a hot woman-”
“Don’t call me hot!”
“-and you might be stuck like this for good unless we win the game. Well, you win the game. I’m just the comic relief here, Aaron!”
Even the name didn’t sound quite right to her ears. She was supposed to be Yua in this new reality, and it was annoyingly . . . familiar to her.
“Look, just . . . we’ve only been here for a little bit, okay?” she said. “And besides, with my family’s wealth and my own beauty and style, I’m sure I can conjure up another elegant solution!”
She paused for a moment. They both did.
“That was me having to be in character.”
“I know,” Haru said. “I have this compulsion to go surfing. Badly. I think it’s a lame running joke. I’d rather not get stuck like this.”
“Well, it’s your game that did this! I don’t want to be some anime bimbo girl with a western fetish, or whatever! Just . . . fix it! Without me having to romance that handsome Jin! I mean, just Jin! Whatever, I’m going back to my resplendent mansion, away from gross little sidekicks like you.”
In truth, she wanted to stick around, but her legs were already starting to walk for her. Yua looked back at Haru with surprise in her eyes.
“Um, that wasn’t me! Haru, I can’t stop!”
“We mustn’t be allowed too many scenes together! Listen, you’ve got to unlock the secret ending! Stop the girl-next-door Sashira from ending up with Jin! You’ve got to do this, Yua! You can do it!”
And with that, he turned on his own feet and began running off to the beach, intent on buying a surfboard.
“Damn it,” he said to himself even as his body went on autopilot. “I don’t even like surfing!”
***
Yua’s ‘parents’ in this strange dating sim setting were conveniently in Europe organising some vague business deal, which gave her full run of her mansion. And it was a veritable mansion, right up on a sunset vista cliff face that provided a magnificent view of the rest of the island as well. The rooms were large, the decorations extravagant, the servants there to meet her every whim. And her wardrobe!
“Jesus, it’s full of western dresses. I really am a . . . what was it called? A gyaru? A Japanese chick who dresses up all western and dyes her hair.”
Except because this was a game, her hair was somehow naturally a bright blonde, wavy and all, and her eyes were that hypnotic blue. She spent a long time looking at herself in the mirror, shocked that her world had been turned upside down like this.
“Ugh, I really do look good,” she muttered, checking out her makeup and making some small adjustments on a sort of bodily autopilot.
“Crap, now I look even better!”
She wasn’t nearly as much of a manga and anime nerd as Mark/Haru was, but she wasn’t stupid; her getting dolled up like this could only mean one thing: she was about to meet the protagonist again.
“No way. I’m gonna find a real exit from this place.”
Yua showered instead, rubbing off all of her makeup. It gave her time also to explore her body; to cup her large breasts and sigh from the lovely sensations they produced.
“At least if I have to be stuck as some anime dating harem girl, or whatever, I’m an absolutely darling one with just the perfect body!”
Yua grimaced at how her language kept making her to be all haughty and self-obsessed. She tried to focus on the consolation prize of getting to feel up the hottest chick she’d ever imagined being in the same space with. She pinched her nipples, lowered a hand down to caress her womanhood. Soon she was starting to moan, closing her eyes as she conjured sexy images in her mind to spur on her arousal to greater heights.
Unfortunately for Yua, that meant imagining only one person specifically; Jin, the bland central character of the game.
“Ohhhh, noooo,” she sighed, breathing more heavily as the pleasure rose. “Ohhh, anyone b-but him! Ahhhh! Mhmm! Yes, Jin! No, Jin! Ahhh, yes, yes, yesss! JIN!!”
She orgasmed. She hadn’t even realised she’d slipped her fingers inside of herself, but that action sent her over the edge, trembling with disbelief as the image of Jin thrusting into her made her cum like crazy. In the end, Yua needed to turn the shower cold just to come down from the humiliating high. When she left, she was so embarrassed at where her new mind had gone that she didn’t even notice how well she was dressing herself up until she was before her dresser again, now adorned in a classy pink blouse and expensive white jacket over the top, as well as a knee-length skirt that showed off her luxurious legs. She even had heels on; and they weren’t cheap ones too.
“Fuck, I’ve even done my makeup, and it looks positively divine! I bet Jin will love it . . . not that he’s worthy of a woman like me, of course.”
Inside, Yua fumed. It seemed she had a role to play . . . one that would bring her into Jin’s orbit whether she wanted to be there or not.
And indeed, just an hour later she was bumping into him again, this time at a cafe in town. Already, there were several women around him; an athletic tomboy, a cute and short nerd, and of course that was Sashira as well, the pretty girl-next-door. As soon as Yua saw the intended final relationship of Jin’s, her blood began to boil. She was already gazing at this ultra-ordinary man, her body desiring him. Her nipples even hardened a little in her top, just imagining what it would be like to have his hands upon them.
“Stupid brainwashing,” she muttered to herself. “And stupid Sashira! She’s not nearly the fashion queen I am!”
She strode forth, her hips swaying, her breasts bouncing, and pulled up a chair for herself, placing her feet up so that they were blocking out Jin’s view of Sashira’s face.
“So, we meet again!” she declared. “The new and mysterious man in town, and somehow you’ve managed to make it to the most stylish and venerated cafe on the island! Perhaps I misjudged you, Jin.”
Jin gave a sheepish grin. “Oh, I didn’t realise you came here, Yua!”
Knowledge filtered into her brain for how to respond. She let loose a haughty cackle. “Oh, dear man! My family owns this cafe, and I routinely decide on the selections. Let me get a better table for ourselves. Tanaki!”
She clapped her hands and a waiter promptly appeared. “Yes, Miss Yua?”
“Get a table for two for Jin and myself. I’m sorry, lovely ladies, but you just aren’t up to scratch. I intend to interrogate this newcomer personally and ensure he understands how to become a lot more respectable in the eyes of an elite woman like myself!”
Every word was like swallowing shades of glass for Aaron, but now that she was Yua, she felt a compulsion to play her part. Worse, her body was responding to it; a rush of dopamine and almost sexual pride hit her as she whisked a helpless and hapless Jin away from his current harem of interested girlfriends and away to a private room. The fact that he was staring at her divine cleavage only made her smirk all the more, until she realised what she was doing and bit her own lip to stop herself.
“Now, there’s some better privacy,” she said, adjusting her lovely blonde hair.”
“I, er, I was with Sashira and Fumiko and-”
“Forget them!” she said, leaning forward so that her breasts rubbed against the table, causing his jaw to drop. “I’m more interested in validating you, Jin.”
“V-validating me?”
“Yes,” she said, getting out a pocket mirror and checking her own reflection. “And making sure that you are worthy of being on my island. After all, if I deem you worthy, I’ll have to update your wardrobe and make you a new man. One who is worthy of yours truly!”
The male part of Yua cringed heavily. Had she actually said that?
***
“Did you actually say that?”
Yua folded her arms beneath her breasts and looked out at the warm, tropical ocean. “Of course I did. I can’t stop fucking playing along when he’s in my presence. It’s not quite like being on autopilot, but I just feel this . . . primal . . . need. Don’t make fun!”
“I won’t!” Haru said, though he started laughing, prompting her to slap him and send him careening into the sand.
“Oh, shit! I’m so sorry, Haru! I didn’t think that-”
He stood up, hands raised, his face carrying a perfect imprint of a feminine hand in red across his face. “It’s okay! It’s a trope, remember? Female on male violence is way more acceptable in media like this, particularly when a guy pervs or says something inappropriate. And I’m the damn ugly comic relief.”
Yua cringed, feeling a bit sorry. “You’re not ugly, man. You’re actually kinda . . . cute.”
“You really think so?”
She regarded him in his boardshorts. He wasn’t tall, and he wasn’t muscular either. But he had a cute nerdy look to him. “Yeah, absolutely,” she said, smiling. “No, I mean it. Trust me, I’ve got these female eyes now, and they’re kind of appreciating what they’re seeing.”
“I’m not Jin though, right?”
Yua rolled her eyes. “Ugh, screw Jin. And not in the fun way like this body wants. I only go gaga when it’s narratively convenient. Now that I’m away from him, I can tell he’s generic as fuuuuuuck. Seriously, Haru, I still have some Yua parts present even now, but they go way up around him. Now? I can say it out loud: he has so little definable features other than ‘nice guy.’ Bland as hell. You’ve at least got a look with character and a fun personality to match.”
“Maybe my personality could have fun with your big personalities!”
Yua’s eyes narrowed. “Was that a joke about my tits?”
Haru giggled, looking down at her tits. She was wearing a bikini, bright red in colour, and her big boobs popped out wonderfully. “Oh, yeah,” he replied.
Another slap, another comical moment where Haru was sent flying. “You pathetic little nerd! Do you have any idea how unworthy of me you are!”
“S-sorry!” he exclaimed, digging himself out of the sand. “That really was another comic relief moment. I can’t help myself. I’ve already wiped out on the surfboard twenty five times in the last two days.”
Yua nodded, relaxing a little. “Sorry, I’m on edge. Losing my dick and then flirting hardcore with a dating sim protagonist will do that to you.”
Haru approached the next subject lightly. He knew he had to be careful here. He stepped up beside Yua, taking just a quick peak of her fabulous cleavage. He wasn’t aware, but she noticed him looking and simply smirked to herself a little. Yua couldn’t help but feel that pride again at being appreciated, even by her best friend.
“So . . . have you thought about the plan I put forth?” Haru suggested.
“Well, I feel like I put it into action even though I didn’t want to, but yes, I’ve decided to go along with your madcap plan. There better be another way out of her. These things end in sex, right?”
“Y-yes. Usually.”
“Damn it. Ugh, and I bet I’ll be so elegant and wear the most fanciful dress and - shoot, I’m going into gyaru mode again.”
Haru patted Yua on her bare back. It made both of them pause for a moment, feeling awkward about it, yet oddly . . . intimate at the same time.
“Sorry, I’m trying to encourage you.”
“It’s okay!” Yua said a little too quickly. “I don’t mind!”
“You might not have to. Have sex, I mean. We might be able to exploit a secret ending. These games often have that.”
Yua sighed, her chest rising and falling like an empire. “Thank God. Yes, find out what you can while I’m away. I’d rather let him have Sashira and we can get out through an exploit.”
Haru frowned. “Wait, where do you have to go?”
With a sigh, Yua pointed to the beach, where a number of giggling girls, including Sashira, were running onto the beach, chasing Jin, who looked to be a mix of nervous and excited by the prospect of all these lovely interested women.
“Yeah, that looks like a pivotal narrative scene,” Haru murmured. “The classic beach romance bit. You’ll have to be there.”
Yua hugged her friend, pressing her breasts up against his naked chest.
“Wish me luck,” she said, and then kissed him on the cheek. She turned bright red immediately after doing so, brushing her long strands of blonde hair back and pressing her boobs together and she awkwardly held herself. “S-sorry. That just seemed like what my character would do.”
Haru blinked once, then twice. “D-don’t be sorry. That was really nice.”
She grinned awkwardly, then assumed her haughty demeanour. “But I still consider you far beneath me, you nerdy little man! Don’t go reading into any of this! Baka!”
With that, she took off down onto the beach, leaving Haru confused, flustered, and more aroused than he expected. God, he wanted to follow her, but he had to remind himself that Yua was actually his best friend and not meant to be a woman. But judging from the way her huge tits flopped about as she ran out into the water to distract Jin from Sashira, she certainly made for a fine woman, that was for sure.
Haru looked down and realised he was sporting a very noticeable hard on. He quickly covered his crotch with his hat, then sideways walked into the water, another comic relief bit played out just like an anime scene.
“Just this once, I actually want to be wiping out on my surfboard!”
What he didn’t notice was, even as Yua played her part to pull Jin away from his other love interests, she occasionally gazed out at Haru making yet another surfing attempt.
There was something oddly cute about him.
To Be Continued . . .
