Chap 2

Tatsuya walked leisurely along the sidewalk.

With his stomach now somewhat full, his mind felt clearer.

Earlier, only one thought occupied his mind: eat, eat, and eat.

Now that he was calm, he could process everything better.

I died.

Then… I came back to life?

Tatsuya rubbed his face. Even after several minutes, it was still hard to comprehend.

He was just an ordinary office worker. Completely ordinary among ordinary people.

Not handsome, not talented, just a middle-aged bachelor who spent his free time reading manga and light novels.

His life was monotonous.

Until that night happened.

While he was relaxing, watching anime in his living room, someone suddenly broke down his door.

A man with a knife in hand.

"Hand over all your money!!"

Panicked, Tatsuya tried to resist.

But in an instant—

"ARGH!!"

The knife pierced his stomach.

At that moment, a chilling sensation spread from his abdomen.

Blood flowed hot and the pain made his whole body tremble.

He collapsed, his breathing shallow, while the robber fled.

And as his eyes closed...

He woke up in this body.

Tatsuya clenched his fists. "Hah… I really died."

"...Tch."

Grinding his teeth, Tatsuya pushed the bad memory aside.

Now that he was alive again, there was no point in lamenting the past.

What mattered more—

Where exactly am I now?

Tatsuya lifted his head, scanning the streets.

Neon billboards shone brightly, luxury cars passed by.

"So this is Amaterasu City…" he muttered.

From this body's memories, this city was called Amaterasu City.

A metropolis with several main districts.

His current location was Tenryu District—a relatively wealthy area, home to middle-class and elite families.

And his school, Shinsei Academy, was also in this district.

A school filled with the children of rich families and politicians.

"I see now..."

How did the original owner of this body manage to attend such a school?

Simple—his father used to be rich.

However, after his father remarried, everything changed drastically.

One month after the wedding, his father died due to…

"An old cow eating young grass until death, huh?"

Tatsuya chuckled.

Even now, he still found the cause of death absurd.

The original owner of this body despised his stepmother.

He believed she was just a gold digger after his father's wealth.

Especially since, after his father's death, their family business went bankrupt and had to be sold.

His hatred reached its peak.

With that money, Tatsuya and his stepmother barely survived.

However, their family's downfall had other effects.

At school, where he was once feared due to his status as a rich kid, he had now become a target for bullying.

Truly pathetic.

But that wasn't his problem.

After walking for over ten minutes…

Tatsuya finally arrived at a neighborhood of upper-middle-class houses.

His home.

A two-story house with a modern minimalist design stood firmly before him.

Not a mansion like the homes of the ultra-rich, but clearly superior to a commoner's house.

Tatsuya sighed.

"...Well, at least I didn't transmigrate as a homeless guy."

He stepped forward, ready to enter.

Tatsuya walked inside.

He lazily kicked off his worn-out shoes.

With relaxed steps, he moved toward the living room.

But as he passed the kitchen, he heard voices.

A conversation between a woman and an old man.

"Uh... a-ano... Mr. Furuya, can you go slower...?"

Her voice was sweet, but nervous.

"Gahaha! Don't worry, don't worry! Uncle Furuya is an expert when it comes to pipes!"

The old man's voice was deep and raspy, filled with suspicious enthusiasm.

"I-if that's the case... can you be quicker? I-I need to prepare the food..."

"Don't rush, sweetie. I like taking my time... slow and steady... gotta rub it first, just like this... hehe..."

"U-uhh..."

Tatsuya frowned.

—Why does this sound like the setup for a trashy doujin?

Curious, he continued to the living room.

As soon as he arrived, an interesting scene unfolded before him.

A beautiful, busty woman probably an F-cup was speaking with an old man.

The old man fat, greasy-faced, with a lecherous grin.

But what really made Tatsuya narrow his eyes—

The man's hand was casually caressing the woman's hand.

She clearly looked uncomfortable.

She tried to pull away anxiously, but the old man held on tight. Her face tensed, her eyes blinking rapidly, as if searching for help.

Tatsuya raised an eyebrow.

What is this? A live-action harassment scene?

"Oi, what do you think you're doing?"

Tatsuya's voice was calm but sharp.

The old man flinched.

He quickly let go of the woman's hand.

Meanwhile, the woman sighed in relief—as if her savior had arrived.

The old man turned to look at Tatsuya.

Ragged clothes, yet oddly unscathed.

His eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"...Who are you? Some bum that wandered into someone else's house?"

"Hah?"

Tatsuya chuckled.

This old bastard dares to call me a bum in my own house?!

Good, good.

Very good.

With a relaxed expression, he looked the old man up and down.

Then, his smile turned sarcastic.

"Oh, I get it now. So this is what they call a majestic sky god with layers of fat?"

"Hah?!"

The old man blinked, confused.

But Tatsuya was too lazy to talk further.

Casually, he raised a hand.

His fingers clenched slowly—causing a crack! crack! sound to echo in the room.

The air around them grew slightly heavier.

Then, in a flat but threatening tone, he said—

"Do you want to leave on your own… or should I drag you out?"

"....!!"

The old man swallowed hard.

Even though he was big, he was still old.

Meanwhile, Tatsuya although skinny was young.

If a fight broke out, the outcome was obvious.

The old man's gaze flickered toward the woman, scanning her like a predator marking its prey.

His lips curled into a disgusting smirk.

She felt exposed like prey caught in the eyes of a beast.

Then, he walked past Tatsuya.

As he did, he shot him a menacing look.

But just as he took a step past Tatsuya—

"Oh?"

Casually, Tatsuya lifted his foot—

Then, he kicked the old man's leg from the side.

"WAAAH?!"

The old man lost his balance and crashed to the floor.

"GUAAH!"

BANG!

Tatsuya shrugged.

Oops. An accident.

The old man looked up, face flushed red, about to explode in rage.

But when he met Tatsuya's calm gaze…

"...!!!"

For some reason, he felt a chill down his spine.

Hurriedly, he got up.

Without a word, he slowly walked out.

But his dark expression said one thing—

"I'll get my revenge. I want to see your mother suffer under me."

Tatsuya simply watched the man's retreating back with an indifferent expression.

Then, he slowly turned his attention to the woman in front of him.

The woman...

Was beautiful.

Her mature face exuded an irresistible charm.

Long black hair cascaded down her back.

Her eyes were slightly downcast, looking a bit afraid yet still soft.

Her body? Voluptuous.

Probably an F-cup.

But what shocked Tatsuya the most—

Why does she look familiar?

With a serious expression, he searched his memories.

And suddenly—

Like a bolt of lightning.

"....!!!"

Tatsuya's eyes widened in shock.

No way. No way. No way!

I know this woman.

Her name was...

Shiori Asakura.

A character from an hentai manga he read in his past life.

"...Shit."

Did I reincarnate into a hentai world?!

No wonder my stepmother's name sounded familiar…

No wonder my name felt odd…

Tatsuya bit his lip.

"So I'm...

I'm...

Tatsuya Kurogane?!"

A name he knew well.

The tragic protagonist.

Everything he loved—stolen.

His stepmother.

His childhood sweetheart.

Every precious person in his life—destroyed.

Tatsuya frowned.

Damn it. What kind of world is this?

Am I… inside that world?

And playing the role of a tragic protagonist?