Chapter 4 Manga heroines are stronger than villains
The midterms are over, and we had our celebration. That should’ve cleared whatever “debt” Shiratori felt toward me.
“Hey, can I come over to your place sometime, Gouda-kun?”
…That’s how it should be, but why do I feel like she’s closing the distance even more?
That pink head leaned in, pleading. Isn’t she forgetting key traits like “prim” or “honor student”?
“What’re you saying, Shiratori? No way, obviously.”
“But you live alone, right? You don’t need parental permission.”
“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t come to a guy’s solo place. Have some sense of danger as a girl!”
“Oh? So you see me as a girl, Gouda-kun?”
Shiratori flashed a sultry smile no high schooler should have.
An erotic smile…! Ero-manga heroines don’t mess around. She’s not even showing skin in her uniform, yet my heart’s racing. Making me aware of her like this—it’s maddening!
“N-No, I’m not exactly aware—”
“Uwah!?”
Her hand slid along my shoulder. The ticklish jolt made me jump.
“Hehe. Rumors aren’t reliable, huh? You’re so cute, Gouda-kun.”
Giggling, Shiratori was just… erotic. That’s the only word I’ve got left.
Isn’t this distance weird? She’s supposed to be an honor student—doesn’t she get the proper space to keep from a delinquent?
Or maybe studying together got me friend-zoned? If this is how she treats friends, guys are bound to get the wrong idea.
“Then it’s fine if Junpei-kun comes too, right? No problem if it’s not just a girl alone?”
“Don’t drag Nosaka into this. It’d be a hassle for him to get dragged to my place.”
“Really? Junpei-kun used to drag me all over the place.”
Nosaka dragging Shiratori around? From what I’ve seen, it’s her pulling him—but the reverse? Hard to picture.
Oh, maybe she means when they were kids. Childhood friends might blur past and present memories. Never had one myself, so I wouldn’t know.
…But I’d later find out their childhood friend dynamic wasn’t what I’d imagined.
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Today, I’m on class duty. My partner, a girl, is too scared to even look at me, so I’m handling it solo.
After school. Just need to write the log and submit it to the teacher.
“Oh, gotta change the vase water.”
A lone vase sat at the classroom’s edge, filled with pretty flowers. No idea who brings them.
“Why not let the other duty kid handle that? It’s a guy-girl pair job, right?”
Himuro said that, but my partner trembles in fear if I even approach her. She’s so pitiful, I hesitate to ask.
Plus, she’s already gone from the classroom. Maybe the terror made her forget she’s on duty today.
“It’s fine. This is payback for all the times I slacked off. I’ll do it alone today.”
“Need help?”
“Nah, it’s quick.”
Gouda Akio doing class duty seriously? Never—he’s got nothing but memories of ditching. Like it wasn’t even on his radar.
Himuro, though, seems to have been pretty diligent about it, never pawning it off on others.
A chronic slacker shouldn’t lean on someone who’s been responsible. To show Gouda Akio’s changed, I’ll handle it all myself today.
So, I left the classroom to swap the vase water.
“So, how far’d you go with Shiratori-san?”
At the hallway corner near the sink, I caught guys talking.
A familiar name stopped me in my tracks. A classmate?
“With Himari, uh… O-Of course we went all the way!”
Nosaka’s voice. A few guys were gathered, and I heard an “Ooooh!” ripple through them.
“Lucky bastard. A gorgeous childhood friend like that? She’s been into you since you were kids, huh?”
“Tons of guys were after Shiratori-san. Heard she had a boyfriend but still got confessed to non-stop. Turning them all down for Nosaka—she’s amazing.”
“Cute, big boobs, obedient… Absolute jackpot! Getting to bang a girl like that anytime? Too jealous!”
The guys yapped freely. Nosaka chimed in with a “W-Well, yeah,” hyping them up.
He kept going—her naked body was great, her moans were hot, it felt amazing… Bragging about his first time with his beautiful childhood friend.
Guy talk sounds nice, but it was just crude chatter.
“…”
Nosaka-kun? You’re sounding pretty smug, but didn’t you and Shiratori break up?
And didn’t your first time flop? That’s what I heard from her—though since it’s all from Shiratori, I can’t swear it’s 100% true.
But true or not, it doesn’t matter. Hearing this at school, in a hallway where anyone could pass? Not a good vibe.
“Oi. Can you move?”
“G-Gouda…”
I stepped out from the corner and spoke. The guys parted like the sea.
“Hey, Nosaka.”
“W-What?”
I talked to him while changing the vase water. Who was on duty yesterday? This water’s gross.
“You said it, right? You’d protect Shiratori.”
“S-So what…?”
I shut the tap, turned, and looked down at him.
“Making Shiratori gossip fodder—that’s what ‘cherishing’ means to you?”
Nosaka’s breath hitched. His wide eyes screamed, “You heard that?”
“You guys too.”
“““Y-Yes, sir!”””
I glared at his buddies. They all snapped to attention.
“You get this isn’t stuff to talk about here, right? If a girl overheard, you’d be despised—no girls for you.”
“Unpopular” stings a high school guy. Proof? Their synced “Sorry! Won’t do it again!”
I’ve got no right to be mad—not my business. But as a guy, let me give them a heads-up.
Guess I shouldn’t linger. I turned the corner with the vase to head back.
“Gouda-kun…”
“Gah!?”
Shiratori was there, past the corner. I jumped.
When’d she get here? Did she hear that? I tried to process while reeling.
If she was just passing by, maybe she didn’t catch it—but no such luck, huh?
“S-Shiratori… come here a sec.”
“Ah.”
I grabbed her hand on instinct.
Gotta get her away from Nosaka and crew. Walking down the hall, other students shot us weird looks.
“This way.”
“…Okay.”
Can’t let strange rumors start. I pulled her toward a less crowded spot.
We ended up in an empty classroom—Gouda Akio’s old hangout.
“…”
Getting seen would be bad, but being alone with her in here might be worse? The awkward silence hit me with that realization.
I must’ve been rattled too. I set the vase on a desk to steady myself.
“Uh, sorry. Dragging you here outta nowhere.”
“Don’t worry. …Thanks. You protected me from Junpei-kun, right?”
She heard, huh… I’d hoped if she’d just been passing, she might’ve missed it, but no dice.
“By the way, how much did you hear?”
“Let’s see… From when Junpei-kun said, ‘I went all the way with Himari.’”
“The whole damn thing!”
Wait. I caught their talk around then too. I was the only one at the corner then, right?
She answered my confusion.
“I saw you with the vase. Was about to call out and got close behind you.”
“That so? Didn’t notice at all.”
“I muffled my steps to surprise you. Hehe, I’m pretty good, huh?”
She smirked proudly. “Pretty good”? Is she training to be a ninja? What a prankster.
“But Junpei-kun spreading stuff about me like that…”
A shadow crossed her face.
Her trusted childhood friend blabbed about her private moments—full of lies, no less. The shock must be huge.
“The one who couldn’t perform was Junpei-kun…”
“Pfft!”
A guy getting called “useless” by a girl? Brutal damage. Even though it’s not me, my chest ached.
“W-Well, Nosaka probably didn’t mean harm—”
“Does no harm mean it’s okay?”
“…No, it doesn’t.”
Sorry, Nosaka. Can’t cover for you this time.
I warned him there, but you can’t shut people up. No telling where rumors about him and Shiratori hooking up might spread.
I get Nosaka’s side. Guys wanna brag. A cute girlfriend’s a status symbol for a high school boy—crossing that line makes you stand out, or so you think.
Looking back as an adult, a slight gap in first-time experience is nothing. It looms huge ‘cause we’re still kids.
He clung to that pride. And that choice hurt someone truly precious to him.
“Dumbass…”
I’m a guy too. I know we’re idiots sometimes.
But don’t hurt someone you care about. No matter how dumb guys are, that’s the one line you don’t cross.
“Don’t let it get to you… Easier said than done, huh? I know Nosaka’s talk was BS. Some won’t take it seriously. So don’t overthink it.”
I patted her head. Her natural pink hair was silky and easy to stroke.
She looked down, so I did something out of character.
I couldn’t just leave her like that. My body moved on its own—can’t help it.
“Gouda-kun…”
Tears burst from her eyes as she stared at me.
“U-Uh… Kku… Hic…”
Droplets poured endlessly. I didn’t expect her to cry—caught me off guard.
“It’s okay. It’s fine… Cry it out now.”
I kept patting her head, soothing her. She trembled, sobbing softly.
She’s a serious honor student, sometimes mature and alluring, but she’s still a high schooler—not fully grown.
She was crying the first time I met her in this life too, huh? Maybe Shiratori’s a bit of a crybaby.
Honestly, I only saw Shiratori Himari as an erotic chick.
It’s that kind of manga. I focused on her sexy bits, and that’s how I pictured her.
So I hoped she’d live peacefully here. Keeping her at bay let me live a normal, non-ero-manga world. Her being with Nosaka as a couple suited me fine.
“Nn… Hic…”
She tried to hold it in, but the tears wouldn’t stop. She’s not just an ero-manga heroine. She’s a normal girl with a heart that can hurt.
“Don’t hold back. Let it all out.”
I hugged her, letting her bury her face in my chest, muffling her cries gently.
Her loud sobs faded into my shirt.
This is an ero-manga world. Different from where I came from—no doubt.
But the people here aren’t just manga characters. I need to rethink how I see them a bit.
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Back in the classroom, Himuro was waiting.
“You’re late, Akio~! …Wait, what’s wrong, Shiratori-san!?”
Himuro jolted at the sight of Shiratori beside me. With her puffy, tear-stained eyes, it was obvious something had happened.
“Sorry, sorry, it’s nothing. Let’s head home. Shiratori, get back safe too.”
I gave a casual farewell like nothing was up. No way I’d spill that Shiratori had a breakdown. Not from my mouth, at least.
Grabbing my bag, I left the classroom. Time to submit the log and get outta here.
Himuro seemed worried about Shiratori but soon jogged up beside me.
“Akio~! Can I come over today?”
“How many times do I gotta tell you not to casually drop by a guy’s place—”
We’d just started walking down the hall, chatting, when—
“Hey… G-Gouda-kun!”
My arm got grabbed from behind, stopping me cold.
Shiratori’s shaky voice. After making her cry earlier, I couldn’t not turn around.
“C-Can I… come to your place too?”
Her watery eyes locked onto mine. My heart thumped hard—painfully so.
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In my cramped apartment, two gorgeous girls filled the space with a sweet scent.
“No way! I thought Nosaka-kun was kinda decent. Guess looks can lie, huh?”
“It’s awful, right!? We’ve known each other forever as childhood friends, but I’ve never been this disappointed!”
Munch, munch, munch. Himuro and Shiratori vented while scarfing down cake. Oi, Shiratori, pick one—rage or eat!
Himuro nodded along to Shiratori’s gripes. Girls bond over whining, I guess.
“Akio~? You’re not eating your cake. Did you want the strawberry shortcake instead?”
“If you can’t eat it yourself, I’ll feed you. Here, say ‘ahh’~♡”
“Wait! Then I’ll do it!”
Shiratori offered her chocolate cake. Himuro scooped up her shortcake, not backing down.
“…”
I stared at the gyaru and the honor student, thinking, Don’t turn my place into your hangout spot!
How’d this happen? Let’s rewind a bit.
Shiratori, hurt after witnessing her childhood friend’s crap, asked, “Can I come over?” in a heartbroken tone. Hard to say no to that.
Himuro started off glaring, but Shiratori’s near-tears face softened her. “What’s wrong? Wanna talk?” she offered.
“It’s… hard to talk about here…”
That’s when Himuro’s girl intuition kicked in. She looked at me—“Akio~…”—pleading with her eyes.
Do something. That vibe hit me, and knowing the situation, I couldn’t just ditch Shiratori like that.
“It’s fine, Akio. We know you wouldn’t jump a crying girl. Just hear her out, yeah?”
Talk about blind trust. If Gouda Akio’s impulses were fully gone, I’d agree, but I know better than anyone I can’t swear it’s safe.
Still, leaving Shiratori like this? She might spiral back to wandering the streets at night like before. She’s the type to get reckless. If she got into trouble, I’d never forgive myself.
“Alright. Hanging out a bit might calm her down.”
In the end, I nodded. Can’t beat a crying kid.
My place isn’t guest-ready, so we grabbed cake and drinks on the way. Shiratori perked up picking out cakes—probably ‘cause I was treating. She was blatantly excited.
Girls and sweets, huh? Plan worked, I smirked—nearly getting us kicked out of the shop. Sorry, thug face.
So now, at my place, Shiratori and Himuro ate cake and trashed Nosaka.
I just watched, dazed. Girl talk gets this rhythm when it’s rolling—hard to jump in. Or is that just me?
“Friends have their vibe, y’know. Nosaka probably got stuck and couldn’t back down.”
After taking their “ahh~♡” bites, I tossed out my take on Nosaka.
“Does that make what Junpei-kun did okay?”
“There’s stuff you say and stuff you don’t! What, Akio, you on Nosaka’s side?”
Shiratori’s smile and Himuro’s fury closed in. I shook my head fast. Himuro’s dropping the “-kun”—she’s pissed.
“N-No, that’s not it! Nosaka’s the worst here. Yeah, that was bad, totally!”
I sided with them hard. Not just self-preservation, nope.
Nosaka Junpei’s the original protag—poor guy who gets his girl stolen. I assumed he wasn’t bad based on that.
Back in my old world, I leaned more Nosaka-ish. I enjoyed the manga from both the cucked and cucker’s views—don’t judge my kinks. Point is, I never saw Nosaka as a jerk.
Wary of Gouda Akio? Fair. I’d be too. His attitude toward me? Fine.
But blabbing about his childhood friend—ex or not, someone he called precious? That’s a no-go.
“Being childhood friends doesn’t mean anything goes. Turning her into gossip fodder… screwing with her like that! What the hell’s he thinking…!”
Anger surged, and my grip tightened. The fork I was holding bent with a snap.
“Ah, crap.”
Ruined a fork. I scratched my head to cool off.
“Gouda-kun… Thank you. For getting mad for me.”
Shiratori’s voice wavered. She seemed chatty, but it still stung.
“Akio’s really changed, huh? Used to be a brute, but now he’s on the girls’ side.”
“I don’t exactly get girls’ feelings.”
“But you try to. That’s why I…”
Shiratori leaned into me. Her long pink hair flowed toward me.
Why’s she suddenly clinging? Why the loaded look? Wait, don’t touch there…!
“Hold up!! I’m right here! I’m here too!!”
Himuro’s yell yanked me out of my panic.
But Shiratori didn’t stop—she shot Himuro a provocative glare.
“I know. …Consider this a declaration of war.”
“What!?”
Shiratori smirked. Himuro trembled.
This is bad. I opened my mouth to steer things—
“What’re you—”
Before I finished, Himuro grabbed my head, pulling me into her chest. Her huge boobs pressed in—my face stretched into a grin.
“…Bring it on. I won’t lose.”
“Gladly.”
The girls, all chummy a second ago, now sparked with battle vibes. I can’t keep up with this flip…
What do I do with this mess? Himuro’s chest is soft, though. Shiratori’s pressing hers too, maybe on purpose… Oh crap, heat’s pooling down there again…! If this keeps up, Gouda Akio’s little Gouda will go wild!
As I secretly freaked, the door clicked open.
“Oh? Two cute girls today, huh?”
Tilting her head, a gorgeous college girl—Erika—strolled in with a “Hey, Akio-kun?”
“Uh, who…?”
“Wait, she’s super hot…”
A stunning college chick crashed the scene. Shiratori and Himuro froze mid-fight, on guard.
“Am I interrupting? …Nah, doesn’t seem like it.”
Whatever logic she used, Erika breezed in at her own pace.
“““…”””
Three girls faced off. More beauty should’ve been a win, but the tension killed any joy.
Himuro’s face stiffened. Shiratori narrowed her eyes, wary.
Erika brushed off the vibe with a refined smile. But she radiated the most pressure here.
“This is Koyama Erika-san. And, as you can tell from the uniforms, these are my classmates, Shiratori Himari-san and Himuro Haya-san.”
“Akio~? Why so formal? What’s this Erika-san to you?”
“Uh…”
Fuck buddy. Can’t say that. Now what…?
I glanced at Erika, my eyes screaming, Why’d you barge in without a heads-up?
She nodded, smiled, and spoke.
“I’m like an older sister helping Akio-kun with life stuff. I worry he won’t eat right if I don’t check in.”
“I can cook my own damn food.”
“““What!?”””
My mumble got a synced gasp from all three. Don’t look so shocked!
“You cook, Akio?”
“Don’t mock me. Stir-fried veggies… scrambled eggs, fried eggs, egg on rice, cup ramen…”
“Cup ramen’s not cooking!”
Himuro called me out. Hey, water amount and timing change the flavor, y’know?
“You love eggs, huh? Egg on rice isn’t cooking either, though.”
“When I’m stuck, it’s egg on rice. Even with no ingredients, I’ve got rice, eggs, and soy sauce. If not, cup ramen.”
“Hmm… Akio’s diet is kinda worrying.”
Himuro slumped. I don’t eat cup ramen every day, okay?
“But yeah, you get it now, right? Erika’s looking after me.”
She’s covering for me—might as well ride it.
“Erika, thanks for always taking care of me.”
I bowed deep, packing in gratitude for last time’s “relief.”
“Oh… Erika-san, sorry for being weird. Thanks for looking after Akio.”
“Why’re you thanking her?”
“‘Cause you’re the one she’s helping!”
That’s not a reason. I smacked her drooping blonde sidetail lightly. She shook her head, whacking my hand back with it. Ticklish!
“Aww, Akio-kun and Himuro-chan are so lovey-dovey.”
“L-Love…!?”
Himuro’s face flared red.
“Oi, don’t tease. Teens like us can’t handle that stuff.”
“Not teasing! Right, Shiratori-chan?”
“…”
Shiratori stayed silent, eyeing Erika warily.
Erika tilted her head, smiling, oblivious—or not.
“What’s wrong, Shiratori-chan? Staring like that’s gonna make me blush.”
“Koyama-san… Why’d you come to Gouda-kun’s place today?”
“Hm? I said to help Akio-kun with life stuff.”
She tilted her head more. Neck okay there?
“You seriously expect us to buy that?”
“Hmm…”
Erika shot me a troubled, suggestive look—“Can I tell the truth?”—and I hesitated.
If they knew she’s my fuck buddy, they’d see her—and maybe me—as the enemy.
But it’s fact. To keep Gouda Akio’s urges dormant, I’ll keep this up with Erika. Cutting her off completely? Fine. But using her while hiding it? Tough.
Himuro might despise me but won’t leave. Shiratori… after Nosaka, this might hit hard.
Still, dodging it now won’t change much. Shiratori doesn’t gain from sticking with me. Nosaka’s out as her match, but I’m not it either.
…Good chance, maybe. Even if I’ve changed inside, the villain label doesn’t vanish. Time to remind them.
“Ahh~♡”
I pulled Erika close by the shoulder. I heard gasps but ignored them.
“Yeah, Erika’s not here for chores. She’s here to take care of my body.”
I grinned like a villain. They didn’t speak, but their shock was clear.
“So… Figures.”
Shiratori bounced back fast.
“Huh, Shiratori-san!? ‘Figures’…?”
“No surprise. Himuro-san, you knew him better than me, right?”
“W-Well…”
Himuro looked down.
She was closest to Gouda Akio. She’d have noticed his dirt.
In the original, she followed his orders. Not now. She might’ve suspected, but never saw it outright.
Now, seeing me as a scumbag who bangs random chicks, she’s resisting.
I sighed. Fully despised, huh?
Fine. Just a reset. I’ll live as me from here. No need to drag them into my selfishness.
…So why’s my chest aching? I exposed this with resolve, but it hurts.
Himuro, and Shiratori too. Thinking back, they’re the only ones who’ve treated me decently since I got here.
“You see what I’m like, right? Get out. I’m about to have a sweet night with Erika.”
“Akio-kuuun~♡”
I leaned into Erika, showing off. Her sultry voice oozed mature allure.
Himuro flinched at the vibe. Shiratori too… wait, no?
“I already knew you’re like that, Gouda-kun. Doesn’t matter.”
“…Huh?”
Shiratori said it casually, leaning closer to us.
Prim girl, sure, but pink hair—she’s got tolerance for this pink-tinged air.
“Acting tough to push us away won’t work. She’s not the only woman, right?”
Her straight gaze pinned me. No lies, no dodging—my back straightened.
I held Erika’s shoulder, thinking. What’s she after, asking that? Couldn’t read her next move.
Himuro floundered, unable to cut in. Shiratori’s will owned the room.
“So what? Disgusted by men now? Well, there’s billions of us. Scum like me’s rare even among guys.”
“Ahhh~♡”
I groped Erika’s big chest for show. Not hard, but she played along, moaning loud for them.
No turning back. Call me filthy—fine. Can’t keep up a friendship hiding this side anyway.
They’ll vent about me next. Then they’ll bond. Our growing closeness will break, but it was doomed. Not ero-manga flow—back to normal high school life. I’ll cheer their romcom from afar.
“That’s your kind side, Gouda-kun.”
“Huh?”
Shiratori smiled. Pink hair aside, that prim heroine charm hit hard—heart-pounding.
“Koyama-san… No, Erika-san.”
“Yes?”
“Can you step aside?”
“Sure.”
Erika slid off me easily. Losing her warmth left me stunned.
“What?”
While I gaped, Shiratori hugged me head-on. I caught her reflexively.
“See? You hug back.”
“S-Shiratori!? What’re you doing?”
Didn’t she hate me? I wanted to ask, but couldn’t.
‘Cause she kissed me.
“!?”
Her lips—sweet, soft, moist… just sweet as hell.
“Mmm… fuh…”
Even her breath felt sweet. Scent, taste, touch—everything about her melted my brain. Pull away, my head screamed, but my body wouldn’t move.
“Phew… Gouda-k… No, Akio-kun. I like you.”
Pulling back, she confessed.
Her eyes sparkled, different from when she cried. So pretty, I froze, staring.
“I’m not saying be my boyfriend now. You’ve got Erika-san and probably tons of others. I just wanna be one of them.”
“What’re you—”
“I’m serious. I wanna be near you. That’s all I can think about.”
Love is blind, they say.
She’s got love goggles on—nothing else in sight. Maybe I should teach her life’s more than that, even if I get old-man groans from a teen.
“Akio-kun? No point playing cool here.”
Erika whispered in my ear.
“Physical stuff doesn’t mean lifelong duty. It’s about what you both want. Some things you only get by crossing that line.”
“But if Shiratori gets hurt…”
“Idiot. I’m fine with it—no regrets.”
Shiratori smiled gently, then kissed me again.
“I came prepared. So don’t underestimate me.”
“Shiratori…”
With that, I had nothing left to say.
Pushed this far, I’m not mature enough to back off. No—if I did, I wouldn’t be a man.
“Mmph.”
I devoured her lips. Not just sweet this time—rough, claiming her.
“So, Himuro-chan, was it? What about you?”
“Huh!? M-Me?”
Himuro, who’d been watching in a daze, panicked as Erika turned to her.
“Mmm… haa… I won’t judge Himuro-san’s feelings. Not my boyfriend, so no cheating guilt here.”
“Ugh… uuu~!”
“Nothing to say? Then leave. Shiratori-chan and I are about to get pampered by Akio-kun~♡”
Erika’s smile pressed her. Himuro roared like a beast—“Gaoo!”—and shouted.
“I like Akio too! Like, love him—so much!!”
Her teary confession hit me.
Her puppy-dog eyes, more cute than gyaru, stirred something tender.
“Shiratori-san, move!”
“Okay.”
Shiratori stepped back. Himuro stomped up to me.
“K-Akio…”
“Y-Yeah.”
Face-to-face, so close. She charged in bold but turned shy, making me nervous.
“I’m… kinda like Shiratori-san… So, uh…”
Her face blazed red, pausing before blurting—
“…Kiss me?”
She closed her eyes, puckering up. Total newbie kiss-face.
“Damn it…”
This idiot Himuro. She’s way too cute! Just how much does she want to turn me into the worst kind of bastard?
“You’re sure about this, right? You’ve thought it through?”
“Y-Yeah… of course.”
Himuro nodded, small but firm. She was offering herself to me with that much resolve.
When a girl goes that far, it’s damn near impossible to find a reason to stop.
“Mmm…”
I pressed my lips to Himuro’s. Unlike Shiratori, I could feel her tension, her stiffness. But that was fine. I took my time, savoring her, slowly easing her into it.
“Ahh… ♡”
With time, the tension melted away somewhere. Himuro’s eyes grew hazy, and she started to crave more from me.
“Pwah…”
“Ah…”
When I pulled back, her tongue stretched out, as if reluctant to let go. I’d spoil her more later. To convey that, I patted her blonde head, and her expression softened.
“Well then, Akio-kun, shall we get started? ♡”
Erika was already loosening her clothes, exposing the curve of her chest. The two of them, inexperienced in seeing a sight like this, had flames of desire burning in their eyes, anticipating what was to come.
“…!”
Three beautiful girls were closing in on me. This kind of situation would only happen in an ero manga—not in real life. …Or so I thought, but this was the world of an ero manga.
I had to resolve to live in this world. Maybe it was me who needed to steel my resolve all along.
“Well then, Akio-kun, let’s begin, shall we? ♡”
“I’m going to make you take all of my resolve, you know? ♡”
“Akio… be gentle, okay? ♡”
And so, enveloped by the warmth of all three, I spent a moment of pure bliss.
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Gold, blue, and pink… Their colorful hair delighted my eyes.
This is totally unreal. But what was unfolding before me was even more surreal.
“Mmm…”
Three naked beauties were clinging to me on the bed. I could feel their skin directly, recalling the pleasant lethargy that followed.
“I went and did it, huh…”
I’d finally devoured Shiratori and Himuro. And not just them—Erika too, all three at once. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer prowess of Akio Gouda’s… equipment.
“Akio-kun… do you regret it?”
Murmuring in her sleep, Shiratori, who had been hugging my arm, looked up at me anxiously.
“As if. Show me a guy who’d regret bedding the best girls and I’ll eat my hat.”
“Fufu. Was it that good?”
“It was the best. More like, Shiratori, was it not painful for you, even though it was your first time?”
Shiratori’s eyes melted as she squeezed my arm between her thighs. Just being pressed against that warm, damp spot felt amazing.
“It hurt a little at first, but strangely, it started feeling good right away. Thanks to how gentle and caring you were, Akio-kun. Even though this part of you is… so ferocious. ♡”
The touch of Shiratori’s hand sent shivers down my spine. It felt like she was tempting me, and I reacted, just a little.
“Take care of yourself. It was your first time. We’re done for today.”
“Does that mean you’ll do more once my body gets used to it?”
“…If that’s what you want.”
“~~♡”
What an erotic face she’s making… That kind of expression alone could turn most guys into beasts. And even though we just finished, it was taking everything I had to hold back.
“Both Shiratori-chan and Himuro-chan were so happy, even though it was their first time. As expected of Akio-kun—you’re a devilish man.”
Erika, who had been sleeping on my left, sat up. Her expression was incredibly gentle, almost maternal, even though she couldn’t be much older than me.
Far from being embarrassed by Erika’s words, Shiratori nodded happily.
“Yes. Because Akio-kun was so gentle… Thanks to that, I realized the feelings I’d been harboring were definitely love for him.”
“Love, huh… Youthful, isn’t it?”
“It’s thanks to you, Erika-san. If you hadn’t come here today, Akio-kun would’ve found some excuse not to be with me, and I wouldn’t have had the courage to confess.”
“That’s not true. You definitely could’ve done it, Shiratori-chan. Your feelings were that strong.”
“Erika-san…”
Sandwiched between them, Erika and Shiratori talked like senior and junior. For some reason, it made me feel ticklish inside.
“Akio~… I love you~… mumble mumble…”
“What kind of cheesy sleep-talk is this girl spouting?”
Lying on top of me face-up was Himuro, using me like a human mattress. Her body heat felt warm and comforting.
Pillowing her head on my chest, Himuro showed an innocent sleeping face. She must’ve been really comfortable, as she didn’t even stir while Shiratori and Erika chatted.
“Akio-kun’s so popular. Even Himuro-chan, on her first time, was completely melted. It’s love, isn’t it?”
Erika chuckled softly, reaching out to caress Himuro’s cheek as if she were a little sister.
“Being liked this much by Shiratori-chan and Himuro-chan… Akio-kun, are you actually super popular at school?”
“As if there’d be anyone that crazy—”
“No, there isn’t.”
Before I could finish, Shiratori cut in decisively.
“Akio-kun is feared at school. No one notices his good side. That’s why people like us need to stick by him.”
She hugged my arm tightly. Despite her words, it felt like a declaration that she’d never let go.
“I see. Then we’ll have to work together to protect Akio-kun, won’t we?”
“Yes, that’s the plan.”
Sharing a look, Erika and Shiratori smiled in a similar way. It should’ve been heartwarming, but for some reason, it also made me uneasy.
“Don’t be stupid. Protecting is my job. Like hell I’d let anyone hurt my girls ever again.”
We’d already gone all the way. Now that we were this deeply involved, I intended to take responsibility and protect them.
Even if it was a childhood friend, it didn’t matter. If anyone tried to hurt my girls, I wouldn’t show any mercy.
“Ah, Akio-kun… ♡”
Shiratori buried her face in my shoulder, trembling slightly, as if holding something back.
“No woman could hear a strong guy like you say ‘I’ll protect you’ and not feel something.”
Erika lay down next to me and hugged my arm tightly. I turned to look at her, surprised by her strength.
“Erika too. If anything happens, tell me. You’re my girl too, after all.”
“~~♡ …Yeah. Haha, you really are so strong.”
Like Shiratori, Erika pressed her face against my shoulder and shivered. I stayed silent, simply enjoying their touch.
“Mmm~… I love you so much, Akio~ ♡ …mumble mumble…”
“Himuro… Seriously, what a hopeless girl.”
Watching Himuro sleep so contentedly made me feel relaxed. Maybe that’s why I was able to accept this situation so easily.
“Hey, Akio-kun.”
“What is it, Shiratori?”
“…Don’t call me Shiratori. Call me Himari.”
Her voice was soft, almost pleading. It sent a strange tremor through my chest.
“And during… you know, you called me that. Even Haya… If you’re going to call me ‘my girl,’ then treat me like it.”
Bringing up what happened earlier made me feel a bit embarrassed. I wanted to scratch my head, but both my hands were occupied.
“Haha. Looks like Akio-kun loses this one.”
“Shut up. It’s not about winning or losing.”
Being teased by Erika made my face heat up. What’s the point of a tough guy like me getting flustered?
It wasn’t like I suddenly felt shy about using their names after calming down. It was just a habit I hadn’t shaken off. Definitely not because I was too embarrassed to say their names.
“…Himari.”
“~~♡”
Just saying her name softly made Himari’s face melt into the most relaxed expression.
Himari seemed unable to stop grinning for a while, but then her expression suddenly turned serious.
“Akio-kun.”
“Yeah, what is it now, Himari?”
“…Akio-kun.”
“Himari? What’s wrong—”
“Akio-kun.”
She kept calling my name over and over. Then I realized what she wanted.
“…Himari.”
“Akio-kun ♡”
“Himari~ ♪”
“Akio-kuuun ♡”
“Haha. Thanks for the lovey-dovey show.”
Just calling each other’s names back and forth was fun. Even when Erika laughed at us, Himari and I kept up our silly banter.
Pointless, meaningless chatter. That’s how we enjoyed our happy, playful moment.
Maybe noticing that, Himuro—Haya—who had been sleeping on top of me, stirred and sat up.
Even in the dim light, her beautiful naked form seemed to glow faintly. To think there’d come a day when I’d find Haya so precious—I never imagined it when I first transmigrated.
“Akio…”
“Haya, did I wake you?”
Haya smiled innocently.
“Akio’s… got so big ♡”
“W-Wait… hey!”
Still half-asleep, Haya leaned over me. As if on cue, Himari and Erika pinned me down from both sides, and I couldn’t put up much resistance.
Seriously, what a bunch of troublesome girls… Our sweet night continued just a little longer.
◇ ◇ ◇
In a daze, I met Akio Gouda.
For a moment, I thought it was me. His body felt so familiar that I almost mistook it for my own.
“Tch, doing whatever you want with my body.”
It wasn’t my voice. It sounded the same, but I immediately knew it was the original Akio Gouda.
“What, are you mad?”
“Of course I’m mad! Anyone would be!”
Fair enough. The original owner of this body showing up, and here I was, casually laughing about it.
“So, you here to take your body back?”
That would be a problem. I had a mission to protect the girls I’d gotten involved with.
Akio Gouda didn’t answer my question. Instead, he snapped at me.
“You’re no different from me! You just devoured their bodies. In the end, you only wanted them for that, didn’t you? No matter how much you play the good guy, your true colors will show eventually.”
“I’m not exactly a good guy, you know.”
“What?”
If he called it body-focused, I couldn’t deny it.
With such alluring beauties throwing themselves at me, there was no way I could’ve held back. Now that I’ve experienced it, I genuinely respect those romcom protagonists who can. They’re practically monsters of self-control.
It wasn’t because this body belonged to Akio Gouda that I couldn’t suppress my instincts. Even if I were my old self, I doubt I could’ve refused.
They were that captivating. Being with them made me want to protect them, to keep them smiling.
“You know something? This is the world of an ero manga.”
“Huh? What kind of nonsense are you spouting?”
“The girls I slept with were all supposed to be yours. They were meant to be forced into all sorts of things, changed so much that they couldn’t live without Akio Gouda’s… you know.”
Since I realized this was a dream, I figured I might as well say everything I wanted to.
Originally, they were supposed to be his girls. I half-expected him to be furious hearing that.
“…I see.”
But Akio Gouda’s reaction was surprisingly muted.
“What’s wrong? Not jealous? Don’t you want to kick me out?”
“You idiot. Don’t try to be considerate even to me.”
“…Huh?”
Huh? No, seriously, what is he even talking about?
There’s no way I’d be considerate toward Akio Gouda. He’s the villainous bastard. Even if I stole his body and his girls, I wouldn’t feel a shred of guilt.
“Forcing yourself on them and claiming them as yours doesn’t mean anything. But for me, that was the only way I knew. That’s just who I am.”
His face wasn’t any less menacing, but the edge in his expression seemed to have dulled.
“You’re me. So you get it. You thought making me angry might let you give back control of this body. Right?”
“…”
“I understand you, just like you understand me. So stop with the weird consideration.”
…It’s not like I ever intended to be considerate toward Akio Gouda.
But some of his unspoken feelings—the ones never revealed in the original story—flowed into me, and I couldn’t say I was unaffected.
Akio Gouda had been neglected by his parents since he was young and had no allies around him. Growing up in that environment, he’d never really known love.
Maybe his womanizing was his way of seeking affection. Of course, pleasure was his main drive, no question, but deep down, he probably craved to be wanted. That’s why he’d drown them in pleasure, making them depend on him.
Why he went down the path of cuckolding wasn’t clear, since the story’s plot had changed. But his memories and emotions were seeping into me, and I figured that might be the answer.
“Is that okay? Not confessing or anything…”
“Don’t make me say more. Stop with the weird consideration. Next time you do, I’ll knock you flat.”
“You’d let me off with just a beating?”
Akio Gouda had someone he liked.
A fact never mentioned in the manga. Something only I, as the new Akio Gouda, knew—his pure, untainted feelings.
…So why did the manga turn out like that!? I wanted to yell, but that kind of crazy behavior is probably just par for the course for an ero manga’s main guy. Or so I assume.
“If you’re fine with that, I won’t say more. I’ll do things my way. Even if you regret not begging on your knees to switch back, it’s too late now.”
“Hah.”
He snorted at me. That seriously pissed me off.
“Well, it’s not like I’ll ever get another chance to experience being cuckolded by myself. You’d better work hard not to wear out your welcome.”
It seemed Akio Gouda was developing a taste for being cuckolded. …But I’m the one being cuckolded here. Is that really okay?
“If you’re cool with it, I won’t worry about it. I’ll do my best, then.”
The moment I said that, I felt my consciousness rising.
It must be time to wake up. I gave Akio Gouda one last look and made a promise.
“I won’t tell anyone about the girl you like. Rest easy and move on.”
“I’m not dead! …But if you blab, I will knock you flat.”
Like buddies making a pact, we parted ways.
And so, I returned to reality.
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