Chapter 1: Oh, fuck.

"Yuuta-chan, can you do me a favor~?"

Right before me stood a gorgeous, mature woman in an elegant dress.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Don't call me ma'am~" She pinched my cheek playfully.

"Then, Aunty Haruka. What can I do?"

"That's better, I think. Well, since I'm going to London for about six months, can you help me take care of Natsuha?"

For your information, she's the mother of my girlfriend. Right now, I'm accompanying her to the airport. I never thought she'd be working so far from home for that long.

"Isn't it too obvious for me to take care of her, Aunty?"

She giggled and whispered to me playfully, "In the meantime, you can sleep at my house without any problem, right, Mr. Boyfriend? You can even start today when you come back."

The way she teased me… she's really her mother. Yeah, her mother's so....

Hold up.

Why is she saying today?

Something's suspicious here.

"Is Natsuha alone today?"

Aunt Haruka put her index finger to her lips and winked at me.

"Right then, Yuuta-chan~ I'm going to miss you for the next six months~"

She kissed my cheek before leaving. I just blinked my eyes twice—maybe more.

Natsuha said her distant family was visiting her home, but her mother said she's alone.

Which one is true?

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"Hahaha. No fucking way."

I laughed as I looked into the mirror.

The timing's all wrong. No! Fuck, it's too late now! Why am I starting to remember my past life now?! Yeah. Fuck you, four-dimensional beings!

"Hmm~" I rubbed my hair roughly. "Of all people, it has to be this guy. My past life—huft… let's just forget it. The past is the past anyway."

Sitting on my bed, I looked at the mirror again.

There's a guy with short black hair, about 5'8", hazel eyes, and a skinny-fat body. His cheeks are fluffy, and he doesn't look fit at all. His eyes have solemn dark circles—screw that description, just call him an N.P.C.

Oh shit, by the way, that crap was me.

After 15-ish years of living in this world, I suddenly remembered my past life again.

This is the worst situation.

If I'd remembered my past life from birth, I could've avoided this.

Maybe it's because I found out my girlfriend is cheating on me. I can't give a scientific explanation for why I remember it now. Believe me. Yeah, you better believe me.

I first got suspicious when she broke our date promise. She said her distant family was visiting. Later, her mom told me she was going overseas for work and that I could stay at their house to keep her daughter company.

Two different stories. I believed her mom.

When I visited my girlfriend's house, I found her having sex with another guy.

I recorded it—not because I was aroused or needed fap material, but because I needed proof to bitchslap her later.

It's been three days since then, and I've shut myself in my room.

I'm not crying because of her, just confused. Deja vu's really going crazy on me.

Then this morning, I suddenly remembered it. My past life.

That's how.

In my past life, I knew who she was—Shinomiya Natsuha, just an average slut in h-anime with good animation.

And me? I'm Yamano Yuuta, that average h-anime boyfriend who just got NTR'd.

"Gotta find a better one. Hm… maybe just chill out for a while," I said as I got up from my bed and headed out of my room.

"Hm… a new girlfriend sounds interesting. Should I break up with her first or set up a scheme to make it more interesting?"

I'm pissed off because my mom in this world treats that bitch like she's her daughter. Well, she is my neighbor and childhood friend.

Why is everyone so serious here? It's like she's my fiancée or something.

Recalling back, I don't see many boyfriend-kuns getting the revenge or "cannon event" they deserve by glowing up into better men.

I arrived at the kitchen and drank some water.

"This puts dirt on my soul. Well, it doesn't mean it's the end for me. To make gold, you have to purify it first in intense heat. In my case, it's hardship!—oww! Aw!"

"Yuuta! Why are you screaming in the morning?"

My mom pulled my ear hard.

"Sorry, Mom! Ack! Let go, let go! Aw! Help!"

So, it's hardship and pain then…

Life is hard, but I've gotta come back stronger.

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"You're eating my diet food instead of karaage? Never mind, I'm happy to see my boy start working out. How's your health now?"

The man, around 6'2", with brown hair and a muscular build, asked me.

"I—nom—fi—nom—ne,"

I answered my dad as I was eating.

"Manners. Finish that first, Yuuta…"

I chewed the meat and gulped it down when my mom gave me that death-glare look.

"Sorry, Mom. I'm fine, Dad, and thanks for the meat… uh, never mind."

I said, then put another piece of MEAT in my mouth.

My dad looked at me with an approving nod.

"I see you're finally aware you're my son. Men should know what kind of food they digest."

As the wise man said, I nodded.

"Agreed."

We talked, and my dad was impressed with me eating his diet food and starting to work on my stamina this morning.

After my… enlightenment about my past life, I don't have my previous kid mentality and am just working my ass off again.

Let me reintroduce myself, dear fourth-dimensional being.

Yamano Yuuta was born in Tokyo 15-ish years ago, on August 16, 1993—technically 14 years and 6 months old—and the only child in the family.

Speaking of my parents, I don't see why I'm in a bad way. You see, I've got a lot of potential since I'm still growing up.

My dad, Yamano Koji, has a good career as a principal architect and hotel investor. Funny thing—I was an architect and investor in my past life too. My dad aged like good wine and never skips hitting the gym. He's basically a Chad boomer in his 40s who loves his family.

Then my mom, Yamano Ayaka, helps my dad manage his hotel chain and is also a good, beautiful wife.

Aren't my parents living the good life here?

Even though they're busy, we sometimes go somewhere to spend time together.

"Yuuta."

The woman with long black hair and hazel eyes crossed her arms as the men in the room shut their mouths.

"I know you've got a girlfriend now, but you need to start caring about your studies again."

This time, my mom gave me her classic 'disapproval' look.

I looked at her—she was wearing a casual dress. I don't see her as a woman, but my mom's a total hottie.

"Yes, Mom. I'll start studying again."

Mom hummed loudly.

"I've heard that sentence too many times. Sigh… my Yuuta is smart and hardworking. Maybe this is my fault for letting you skip a grade just because you wanted to be in the same class as Natsuha."

Damn, that's my fault here.

Honestly, I don't remember much about the original Yuuta in the story. All I know is that I wasn't great at handling the whole 'big weapon under my pants' thing yet… even though I've got a decent brain. That part confused me. Maybe my 'girlfriend' was just a bitch.

My experience in this world says I've always been number one from first to eighth grade.

Then my junior high school offered me a chance to skip a grade—I could continue in ninth grade or jump a year and become a high school freshman.

I chose the latter.

The reason? Nothing serious. Like my mom said—because I'm a dumb simp motherfucker.

My excuse was to enter high school with Shinomiya Natsuha. Since then, I dropped my 'best of the best' achievements and chose to simp.

"Don't say that, Mom. This is my fault, and I promise I'll get back on the right path. I swear…"

I don't want to waste my time and potential on troublesome women.

Suddenly, the dining room went silent.

I looked back at my parents.

"What?"

They stared at me like they'd heard something miraculous.

My mom smiled slightly. "Alright, don't force yourself too much…"

At this point, I should become more serious for the sake of Ayaka-chan—I mean, my mom.

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After some time, I took a shower and headed to school.

I know it's pointless to attend school when I've got a Ph.D. in Mathematics from my past life.

But there's something I'm concerned about.

At the same time, I know my mom's strict but too kind. She likes my girlfriend Natsuha like a daughter because she's my neighbor and childhood friend.

Furthermore, Natsuha's mom, Aunt Haruka, has a bad history. She divorced her ex-husband after catching him cheating. Now, Aunt Haruka never trusts men—except me.

My relationship with her is good. I've gone places with Aunt Haruka, and she's bought me a lot of things. She's my neighbor, my mom's friend, and also my sugar… mommy? I never understood why she favors me. Believe me.

If Mom and Aunt Haruka find out about Natsuha's cheating… I mean, Natsuha is still underage. Kid made a mistake. But as for me, I don't really care.

"Huft… let's clear this up first."

I mumbled as I thought of the right way to settle this quickly.

When I arrived at my class, I immediately noticed stares shooting at me.

For your information, I don't have friends here. The boys here made me their enemy when they learned the school's madonna, Shinomiya Natsuha, has a boyfriend named Yamano Yuuta.

"Good morning, Yuuta~"

Speak of the devil. The person I just monologued about appeared. I lifted my head slightly. My girlfriend—soon-to-be ex—stood there.

"Uh… morning…"

I put on my default fake smile.

"Yuuta, um… I'm sorry about canceling our date. You see…" Natsuha launched into her excuse again.

As expected, Natsuha didn't realize I knew. She thinks I'm a clueless ass bitch.

Ugh, I want to vomit seeing her face. How thick is her skin? No shame at all! I'm not even angry anymore—I'm not the same guy—but still confused how she manages her guilt. Or maybe she doesn't have any.

"That's it, Yuuta! I'm sorry, okay~? I promise to make it up to you."

She pleaded, confirming my theory.

No sign Natsuha knows I took her mom to the airport. Why did Aunt Haruka do that?

"I understand," I said, keeping my gaze on her while thinking about Aunt Haruka's weird behavior.

The first-period bell rang.

"That's right, Yuuta~ How about studying together at my house after school?"

I shook off my thoughts.

"Sure. Right. There's something I want to ask you too, Natsuha."

When Natsuha's face brightened innocently, she open her mouth then giggle softly, "Okay~"

The fuck. Is this chick for real?

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Trying to rewrite this again lmao.