I saw an unfamiliar ceiling.
Luxurious house design ceiling materials were arranged in a colorful pattern.
It was a room that brought to mind the bedroom of someone from a drama, at least a quasi-billionaire
"What the hell..."
What on earth was going on?
Rummaging through my memories, I blinked and tried to sit up.
Wait.
Or, I tried to.
"Oh, you're awake? What's with you, waking up before I even have to wake you up~?"
I was the one who should be saying that.
Following the sudden female voice, I lowered my gaze and looked at the girl straddling me.
It was a scene straight out of an anime.
The combination of a dramatic background and an anime-like scene was so unrealistic.
"..."
Such idle thoughts were fleeting.
"Cynthia?"
Before I knew it, I spoke her name.
Cynthia, age twenty. The protagonist's first love and childhood friend in the eroge, and the first girl to get NTR'd in the story.
She smiled brightly and said,
"Wow, what's with you today? You usually just call me 'hey' or 'you'."
"Well..."
"Anyway, it feels nice to hear you call me by my name after so long."
Cynthia wore a pure smile.
Unlike her, I didn't want to hear my name, but she relentlessly injected reality into me.
"I think today is going to be a really good day, Kyle."
That's right. I had become the pushover protagonist in the game.
"Oh! If you're awake, hurry up and get up and come down to the kitchen~! I've made breakfast!"
Still straddling me, Cynthia shook me up and down a couple of times with the blanket, then slipped out of the bedroom.
"Is this for real..."
Barely eating breakfast, I thought.
'I'm Kyle Smith.'
I was starting to have to admit it.
Maybe I had secretly been hoping for this situation.
'I remember falling asleep in my studio apartment.'
It was a chance to relieve the internal damage and pent-up resentment I had from playing this eroge.
'So, the invitation that came in some kind of hologram status window wasn't a dream...'
I was able to adapt to reality faster than I thought.
I'm the pushover Kyle Smith? Even better. As the characters who had made my past self scream internally flashed through my mind, I felt a thrilling sensation.
'I have to get revenge. On those goddamn bastards.'
I looked at Cynthia, sitting across the table, with fresh eyes.
The targets of my revenge weren't limited to the NTR guys.
Cynthia was also the woman who had betrayed Kyle Smith, no, me, and hurt me both physically and emotionally.
I could protect her, avoid NTR, and film a sweet romance with her, my childhood friend, but I had no intention of doing so.
'You're the living fleshlight type.'
I internally judged her and chewed on the rolled omelet aggressively.
"The rolled omelet is delicious, right? The shape turned out even prettier than usual today?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Try the kimchi stew too! I seasoned it without any MSG, so it might be a little bland, but it should be okay! You like kimchi stew, right, Kyle~!"
This body just hates MSG.
Seeing Cynthia's efforts to consider both her childhood friend's taste and health, I felt a slight warmth in my heart.
Living fleshlight is too harsh, should I consider her the sex toy type?
"I put a lot of meat in it too! Try it!"
With her fair hands, she used her chopsticks to build a tower of toppings and side dishes on my spoon.
On second thought, sex toy is too harsh, she can just be the sex slave type.
"Thanks."
Somehow, it felt like a newlywed couple, which wasn't a bad feeling.
Cynthia had been taking care of Kyle Smith meticulously for a long time, and they were like family.
They were that close.
Combined with Cynthia's looks, which were among the best in the school, there were more than a few guys who were jealous of our relationship.
"Um, Kyle..."
Perhaps emboldened by the friendly atmosphere, Cynthia cautiously opened her mouth.
It seemed she was about to bring up a sensitive topic.
"You're going to school today, right...?"
"What?"
I reflexively frowned.
Kyle Smith, that bastard.
This guy, who only had a good physique, was currently refusing to go to school.
"Well, it's just the closing ceremony today, so it'll be over early. Can't we go to school together...?"
Cynthia, slightly shrinking her shoulders, coaxed me in a soft voice.
The way she was watching my reaction was also very pretty.
To the point where I wanted to pounce on her right away.
"If you keep this up, you won't have enough attendance days... You have to go and make up the days, even if it's just for this..."
What Cynthia said was true, but honestly, I was hesitant.
Stella Academy, the school we attend.
It's a two-year preparatory academy that you attend after graduating from high school and before going to university.
Of course, there were some students who graduated from the academy and went straight to work, so it could also be called a vocational academy.
The setting is that the government has extended the mandatory education period for students by two years to adapt to this world where Towers have appeared and Hunters have emerged.
'That's not that important, though.'
The problem was that I was being bullied at that academy.
A pushover who was ostracized by the students and used by the bullies.
That was me, Kyle Smith.
'It's not unreasonable to refuse to go to school. Especially since those Hunter hopefuls often break the rules.'
As an academy that is attracting attention from all over the country, I wasn't being openly bullied, but the bullying that was happening behind the scenes was practically beyond the level of students.
"Kyle..."
"Okay, let's go."
"Huh?"
"I said, let's go."
But it was the original Kyle Smith who refused to go to school, not me.
For me, it was a good opportunity.
"Y-You're really going to school with me?"
As if my answer was unexpected, Cynthia made surprised rabbit eyes.
I felt an urge to stretch her soft cheeks and kiss her.
"As you said, it's the closing ceremony, so it'll only be 2 or 3 periods at most, right?"
"Y-Yeah! That's right!"
Thankfully, I barely managed to suppress the urge... like hell I did.
Swish.
I grabbed Cynthia's bewildered face and kissed her without hesitation.
"Hngh?!"
Ignoring her sudden intake of breath, a soft sensation spread from my lips.
'This isn't a game character, it's real...'
As I, who was taking a kind of test, instinctively kissed her more deeply,
Slap!
A crisp sound rang out.
Damn it. That hurts.
'...You're going back to being a sex toy.'
Entering the classroom, I awkwardly looked for my seat.
If Cynthia had been next to me, finding a seat would have been easy.
Unfortunately, she didn't say a word to me after that and showed a cold attitude.
"Haa."
I plopped down in my seat and let out a light sigh.
It wasn't exactly because of Cynthia's attitude.
'How long has it been since I graduated from school?'
It felt fresher than a university lecture hall or laboratory, but the classroom walls surrounding me on all sides felt like a fence, making me feel sick of it.
Murmur, murmur.
The whispers and gazes of the students coming from all over the classroom were also uncomfortable.
"Isn't that Kyle?"
"Wow, it's been a long time. Isn't it almost a month since he came to school?"
Having unexpectedly become the main character of the class, I sighed once more and looked out the window.
'Still, I guess the kids are relatively well-behaved since it's a general advancement class.'
Keeping my ears perked, I reviewed the events that would happen in the future.
When you think about it, there weren't any grand events.
All I did was go back and forth between the crossroads of a heavily biased multiple-choice situation and experience some shitty NTR.
Of course, I had no intention of following the flow of the original game.
'I need to keep the favorability high as a baseline. While roughly taking care of the main events.'
In the first place, if I just followed the canon, it was a foregone conclusion that I would have my heroine stolen.
Depending on the heroine's favorability towards Kyle Smith, there would only be a difference in whether or not I would be humiliated.
'No, now I have to be the one who thoroughly humiliates them.'
I chuckled softly and reverse-engineered the big and small events, planning one by one how to screw over the NTR couple.
Creak.
It was at that moment.
"Damn it, what's with that smirking face from the morning, you're so unlucky."
A guy sitting in the back of the classroom pulled his chair back and called me.
"Hey, Kyle. Come over here."
I turned to look at the guy without a word.
"What are you looking at, you bastard. I said come over here. Did you put a dick in your ear?"
A common thug, but I couldn't remember his name well.
"Wow, you're quite the foul-mouthed friend. What's your name?"
So I asked his name.
"Friend? Who's your friend? Are you crazy, you loser?!"
I asked politely, but it seemed that manners didn't work on a thug who lacked social skills.
"I might be crazy. When you see the women around you moaning in front of your eyes, you go crazy..."
Moreover, he didn't wait for my answer to the question of whether I was crazy and came up and threw a punch.
Whoosh!
As an added bonus, he made a whooshing sound with his mouth, as if he had seen it somewhere.
I wondered if I should just take one hit and be done with it, but considering the characteristics of a vain thug, it didn't seem like it would end with just one hit.
In the first place, Kyle Smith at this time was the bullies' wallet and Self-Esteem Vending Machine.
'But why does it look so slow?'
Using my superior physique, I slapped the thug's cheek with my palm before his fist could even reach me.
Slap!
It was as clear as Cynthia in the morning.
'Maybe I'm stronger than I thought?'