Prologue
"…The case of waking up one morning to find myself as the guy who steals the heroine from the protagonist."
I muttered something utterly absurd the moment I woke up.
It’s not like I was reading aloud some long-winded light novel title or anything. No, I was just stating my current situation, plain and simple.
In the bathroom mirror, the reflection staring back at me wasn’t me. It was a stranger… or rather, a guy I’d seen plenty of times before.
Akio Gouda. A character from a manga I’d been reading recently.
"When you see it in person like this, his villain face is just too perfect, huh?"
A menacing look, spiked red-dyed hair standing on end. A muscular, hulking frame that oozed intimidation.
No one could blame you for pegging him as a delinquent based on looks alone. If he were to pick up an abandoned puppy, the gap would be downright comical.
Just to be sure, I checked down there as any guy would. The sheer majesty nearly made me collapse. Most guys would probably lose all will to fight if they caught sight of this thing.
You might think I’d suddenly lost my mind and started acting weird, but there’s a damn good reason for all this.
"As expected of an ero-manga stud. You’re packing something way too impressive, aren’t you?"
That’s right—Akio Gouda, the owner of this body, is the rod of an ero-manga. And not just any rod—he’s the scumbag who steals the heroine from the protagonist.
Normally, this would be the part where you’d think it’s a dream and pinch your cheek. But here I was, accepting it as reality without a second thought.
If anything, the idea that this world was inside a manga felt less believable. Even though my past-life memories and personality had surfaced, Akio Gouda’s common sense still lingered strongly in me.
"That doesn’t mean it’s okay to go stealing someone’s lover, though."
In the story, Akio Gouda’s sense of morality was, to put it mildly, batshit insane.
My girl is mine. Your girl is also mine. He’d go after anyone without a shred of restraint, like he was living proof of what it means to let your lower half call the shots. I couldn’t help but nod in reluctant understanding.
But if this were real life, sitting back and accepting it wasn’t an option.
It’s fun in fiction precisely because it’s fiction—I’ve got no interest in being a real-life NTR bastard. Do that in reality, and you’d be too ashamed to walk under the sun. NTR? Absolutely not.
In the manga, it’s all contrived convenience—any heroine Akio touches falls into pleasure like it’s nothing. As a reader, I could enjoy it guilt-free, but being the guy himself? That’s a whole different story.
Even if I could unleash this body’s full potential, I’d never be able to stomach ruining someone’s life for a fleeting thrill.
"Well, sorry, Akio-kun, but you’re gonna have to give up on the NTR route."
Now that I’d become this villainous NTR jerk, the best path to a happy ending was simple: do nothing.
If I don’t act, the heroine won’t get stolen. The protagonist and heroine won’t have their minds broken. I sure as hell couldn’t take responsibility if that happened in real life.
"The past is what it is, but from now on, let’s live righteously. The specs on this body seem pretty high anyway. As long as I don’t do anything shady, I can make it work, right?"
According to my memories, Akio Gouda is currently a second-year high school student.
As a rod, he’d already racked up quite a record.
But fortunately—or unfortunately—he hadn’t yet stolen anyone’s girl. If I recall, it was after he took the protagonist’s lover that he got a taste for it.
If that’s the case, my past-life memories kicking in now is perfect timing. All I need to do is keep my distance from the heroine. That’s it—an easy fix.
"If I just think of it as scoring a young, strong body, isn’t this a jackpot? The original guy was a scumbag anyway, so my conscience isn’t even twinging."
There’s no sign of the original personality resurfacing. If my past-life ego awakening had overwritten him entirely, I might’ve felt guilty.
But since he was a bastard, I almost feel like I’ve done a good deed.
Akio Gouda’s got top-tier physical abilities, as his looks suggest. And now that’s my body.
Compared to my frail past-life self, this is like a reincarnation perk.
"Ohh! At first, I was freaking out about being stuck in a character like this, but if I play it smart, I can reclaim the youth I missed out on!"
The more I thought about it, the more hyped I got! From now on, I’d live as a clean Akio Gouda.
That way, even I could get a happy ending. My high school life in my past world was dull as hell, but with this cheat-tier body, I could make it a blast.
Hell yeah, a bright future’s waiting for me!
All the confusion of waking up reincarnated was gone. Now, I was just staring ahead at that shining future.
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"…Yeah, there was a time when I thought like that."
"G-Gouda-kun…"
Standing in front of me was a pink-haired beauty. This being a manga world, the pink hair didn’t even feel out of place—it suited her perfectly.
Her long pink locks were damp, clinging to her skin. Oh, and she was wrapped in nothing but a bath towel. Naturally, that flimsy thing couldn’t hope to hide her voluptuous figure—it was an outfit that only stoked a guy’s desires.
The setting? A love hotel. Just me and this pink-haired beauty, alone together.
She awkwardly brushed her hair back, sending me a sidelong glance.
"Uh, Gouda-kun… I know it’s sudden, but… sh-should we… do it?"
Her cheeks flushed as she stammered out the words, laced with embarrassment. Given the situation, there was no mistaking what she meant.
I’d just been tempted by the main heroine I’d sworn not to steal—Himari Shiratori.
"Sh-Shiratori… Are you serious…?"
To Akio Gouda, she’s just a classmate right now.
Sharp, almond-shaped eyes. A refined nose. Glossy, moist lips that radiated allure despite her high school age.
As befitting an ero-manga heroine, she had a full chest, a cinched waist, and sensual thighs—crudely put, a body built to ignite male lust.
Her long pink hair was depicted in the manga as a symbol of purity, wasn’t it? Akio Gouda’s red hair is dyed, but her pink’s supposedly natural—what’s up with that?
"Me, doing something like this… surprised? …Maybe you should be. But I’m not playing around."
A gorgeous girl like her, tempting me in a situation like this. Yeah, I need a second to process this.
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