Allies

Hey, Dear Readers!

Author here.

I know this chapter's a few hours late. I was traveling and didn't have time to upload. But now, we're finally diving into the real plot! And trust me, things won't stay the same for long.

Since multiple Hentai worlds are connected, they'll influence each other in unexpected ways. This story won't just follow the original plots you're familiar with. Villains from one world can shake up another, and vice versa. Expect plenty of twists, drama, and surprises along the way.

As always, drop your comments. I love reading them. And don't forget about the powerstones. Let's hit 150 by the end of the week.

Peace.

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Introductions—arguably the simplest, yet most crucial part of making a strong first impression. From a few words alone, you can tell a lot about a person. Are they confident? Shy? Distant? Hopeful? A single introduction can reveal more than people realize.

"Kido Yuuto. Nice to meet you."

That was all I said as I stood at the front of Class 2-D, the regular department of Hoshikawa Academy. Compared to the other elite and eccentric classes in this school, this one was the most normal. A place where students with average grades and talents were sent—a dumping ground for the uninspired.

A den for trash like the original Yuuto.

"Hmm, is that it? For your introduction, I think you should tell the class more about yourself, Kido-kun."

The sultry voice of Kano-sensei broke the silence. My new homeroom teacher stood lazily against the blackboard, arms crossed under her generous bust. With brown hair, sharp eyes, and glasses that made her look both professional and alluring, she had the kind of presence that demanded attention.

Add a beauty mark near her lips, and she was straight out of a fantasy.

If I were a weaker man, I might have fallen for the temptation. But something about her gaze made my spine tingle.

Like a predator sizing up its prey.

I sighed, scanning the room. Gyarus, delinquents, nerds, and outcasts. If there was a social group, it was probably represented here. I doubted I'd fit in, but at this point, beggars can't be choosers.

"My name is Kido Yuuto. I transferred here due to family circumstances. I'll be in your care from now on."

I gave a small bow, and—just as I expected—no one cared.

Giving Kano-sensei a flat look, I shrugged and stepped back. My first version of the introduction had been better, but she just had to call me out. Now, I looked like some awkward, nervous kid who barely knew how to talk. A perfect target for bullies.

Maybe I was overthinking things, but the weight of a few particular stares made my skin itch.

"Hmm, good to have you here, Kido-kun," Kano-sensei said with a smirk. Then, for a split second, I swear I saw her eyes drift down—her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

Holy crap.

"I hope you adjust well to this school. If you ever have trouble or questions, feel free to contact me anytime."

Yeah, no thanks.

"Now, take your seat. It's in the back, right near the window."

Of course, it was.

Without another word, I walked over to my desk. Whether by coincidence or cosmic irony, I had ended up with the protagonist's seat. Back row, near the window—where brooding characters stared dramatically outside. Not that it mattered. From here, I could barely see a damn thing.

"Ah… Kido-kun."

A plain voice broke me out of my thoughts.

I turned to my side, met with the sight of a completely average guy. Dark hair, brown eyes, a standard haircut that blended into the crowd. His glasses reflected just enough light to make him look nerdy, but not in a cool way like my dickhead older brother.

More like a background character in an anime.

"My name is Kazami Souta. It's nice to meet you."

Huh. Someone actually spoke to me?

Either I had underestimated my charisma, or Kazami-kun was just as much of a loser as I was. Judging by his demeanor, the latter seemed more likely.

"Ah, yes. Nice to meet you too, Kazami-kun," I replied, raising a brow. "I guess we're benchmates, huh?"

"Yeah. You're new, so if you have any questions, I'd be happy to help."

He gave a small huff, as if trying to encourage me.

Wow. He was actually nice. He probably thought I was nervous during my introduction and wanted to help me adjust. Either that, or he saw me as someone at the same level on the social ladder.

Whatever the case, he seemed chill.

"Yeah. If I have any, I'll ask. Thanks for the offer."

"You're welcome, Kido-kun. We're classmates now, so we should look out for each other."

I hummed in response—not exactly agreeing, but not rejecting it either.

Before long, class started.

And for some reason, I caught Kano-sensei staring at me again.

What the hell does she want?

She should be focusing on the damn lesson, not burning holes into my skull. My poor benchmate, Kazami, was already struggling to keep up—he needed all the help he could get.

"Give me a break."

School, huh?

Back in my old world, I would've done everything I could to keep my distance from people. But here? I still didn't fully understand what kind of world I was in.

If this was my new reality, if I had truly died and been reborn, then I couldn't afford to let things end too soon.

This time, I wouldn't die.

Not until I finished high school.

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I want to die.

Not in a dramatic, existential way—just in a please let me drop dead so I don't have to endure this any longer kind of way.

The lecture was that boring.

When the bell finally rang, I nearly cried in relief.

It wasn't that I was a bad student. In fact, back at my old man's mansion, the private tutors—those ancient, withered bastards—at least knew how to keep things engaging. Sure, they were condescending pricks, but they had flair.

Here? The only engaging part of the lesson was Kano-sensei's boob—

"Kido-kun, would you like to join me for lunch?"

Kazami's voice snapped me out of my questionable train of thought.

I turned to see my seatmate looking at me, his expression unreadable. That's when I noticed the classroom atmosphere—students laughing, chatting, and sharing lunch. Connections forming. Social circles tightening.

Not a single person—besides Kazami—had come to talk to me.

Fantastic. I'd officially become an outcast. And Kazami? He was trying to help me.

A good guy, really. Not that I needed his pity.

"I wouldn't want to intrude."

I raised a brow and motioned toward the group waiting behind him. Three people stood near the door—one guy and two girls.

The guy was from our class. I didn't remember his name—he blended into the background too well. Looked just as average as Kazami and me, really.

The first girl, however, was a stark contrast.

Brown hair. Green eyes. A soft, refined beauty. Something about her face tickled my memory, but I couldn't quite place it. Judging by the lighter shade of her uniform, she was from the Fine Arts Department.

The second girl was just as striking.

Tanned skin. Toned figure. Long ponytail.

And very well-endowed.

Her posture screamed athlete, and her uniform—matching that of the Physical Department—confirmed it.

…These two were friends with Kazami and the other guy?

Damn.

I must have seriously underestimated them.

There's no way I'd fit in with them. I was unworthy. (lol.)

"Oh, you don't have to worry about them." Kazami waved off my concerns. "We're all friends. Actually, we'd love to have you join us!"

"Nah, seriously. I'll be fine."

"Please, I insist."

His voice held a rare firmness, and when I glanced back, his eyes were locked onto mine with unexpected intensity.

Whoa. He could make that expression?

Was he the protagonist of this world? Had I finally stumbled into the plot?

"I… I know what it feels like to eat alone."

His voice lowered slightly, just enough to carry weight.

"Trust me. I'm not pitying you, Kido-kun. I genuinely want to be friends with you."

…

That…

That doesn't make me happy at all.

I clicked my tongue, rolling my eyes.

"Ugh, fine."

I stood up, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

"Lead the way."

Kazami's face lit up.

"Ah, yes!"

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[ The Rooftop ]

"Kido-kun, this here is our classmate, Hori Keisuke."

"It's nice to meet you, Kido-kun."

Hori greeted me with a light, polite smile, the kind of expression that belonged to someone proper. A well-mannered guy, maybe even a little stiff.

To be honest, I had no idea how to interact with these people.

I won't lie—my social skills weren't exactly stellar in situations like this. Backroom business deals? Power plays? Manipulative mind games? That I could handle. But a casual rooftop lunch with normal people? Foreign concept.

"Nice to meet you too, Hori-kun."

I focused on my food, chewing slowly as I tried to understand the dynamic between them.

Hori-kun seemed very comfortable sitting next to the brown-haired girl. If their close proximity was anything to go by, he was either very into her or they were childhood friends.

As for Kazami and the other girl—

"And this here is—"

Before Kazami could finish, the tanned girl smacked him lightly on the top of his head, making him wince.

…Damn. What was that for?

"Souta, we can introduce ourselves. Stop making it awkward." Her eyebrow twitched, but I caught a glimmer of fondness in her eyes. They were close. "Geez. You just can't read the room at all."

"Ugh, Mizuki. That was so mean…"

Kazami pouted, rubbing the spot she hit. The girl—Mizuki, apparently—just smiled, brushing him off before turning to me.

"Heya, my name's Suzumori Mizuki! I'm from the Physical Department and the soon-to-be ace of the track team. So you better remember my face!"

"I doubt I could forget you after a proclamation like that."

"Heh, so you've got some snark? I like that. It's a nice change from the usual blushing duo."

"That was mean! / I don't blush!"

Kazami and Hori spoke at the same time, making me raise a brow. Their group radiated such positive energy that my stomach barely knew how to handle it.

But at least they weren't boring. Especially Suzumori—she had an infectious kind of enthusiasm. And her tits were amazing.

"It's your turn, Chitose-chan."

Suzumori slung an arm around the brown-haired girl, rubbing her cheek against her.

"Or are you still thinking about the art club situation? Hori-kun said he'd join, didn't he? Stop brooding and introduce yourself to the new kid!"

The girl blinked, as if snapping out of deep thought, before turning to me.

For a moment, that familiar feeling of déjà vu hit me.

Where have I seen her before?

"Ah, yes! Sorry about that."

She smiled—bright, radiant.

"I'm Nishina Chitose. It's nice to meet you, Kido-kun."

Nishina.

"Nishina… wait, are you, by chance, related to the Ber Ber Nishina shop?"

Her eyes widened slightly.

"Huh? Ah, yes. How did you—"

Then, as if something clicked, she suddenly pointed at me.

"Wait, you're that guy my mother keeps talking about! She told me to help you adjust if I ever saw you! What a coincidence."

… Ugh.

"Ah, yes… You can just forget about that last part."

"What are you two even talking about?"

The rest of the group stared blankly. Hori, however, looked particularly distraught.

…Wait.

Is he jealous?

Oi, dude. I'm not competing here. You can relax. I have my eyes set on her mothe–

"Oh, it's nothing," Nishina waved it off with a soft smile. "Kido-kun recently got a haircut at our shop. My mom found him 'interesting and mysterious.'"

"Ho? Is that so?"

Suzumori smirked. Kazami did, too.

"It seems like Hori-kun has competition."

"I-it's not like that!"

Hori turned red, glancing between me and Nishina.

Kazami and Suzumori exchanged knowing looks.

"It's not? Then why are you blushing, Keisuke-kun?" Kazami chuckled, snatching a bite from Suzumori's plate, making her blush this time.

"Hmm? What are you guys talking about?"

Nishina tilted her head, clearly missing the entire subtext of the conversation.

Hori just blushed harder, scrambling to explain himself.

The conversation lightened from there, shifting to casual topics—school, clubs, upcoming events. They included me in bits and pieces, giving me space but not excluding me.

It was… oddly okay.

For once, I wasn't just an observer.

For once, I was part of the group.