DungeonHunter

[Warning: Mature content, lemons, comedy, face-slapping, and a smart protagonist!]

"So many beautiful girls!"

After an unfortunate science experiment gone wrong, 25-year-old virgin Ren Kisaragi, wakes up in a strange new world. 

A world where curses manifest as eldritch horrors, bringing destruction with every breath. 

A world where female weavers command the very laws of reality and bend the elements to their will, while male warriors, blessed with monstrous strength, can shatter mountains with a single blow.

It doesn’t take long before he realizes he has reincarnated into "Mystic Chronicles", a fantasy novel he once read and dropped out of boredom. 

However, he isn't the protagonist or even a side character, he’s just a nameless extra, a mere background figure destined to fade into obscurity.

But there’s one problem. He’s somehow enrolled at Imperial Academy, the most prestigious weaver academy in the kingdom… which is supposed to be an all-girls school!

And as the only male weaver in an entire academy of talented (and terrifying) female weavers, his existence alone is enough to shatter the balance of the world.

With a suspiciously broken cheat, an entire school of powerful and competitive girls watching his every move, and curses lurking in the shadows, Ren must navigate this chaotic new life before he gets caught up in a story that was never meant to include him.

But maybe—just maybe—he can turn this anomaly into an advantage. And if fate allows, fulfill his lifelong dream of being surrounded by beautiful, ambitious women while he's at it.

Can he survive this world where he's the ultimate anomaly?

Reincarnated as the Only Male in an All-Girls Magic Academy!

Ren's grip on Lia didn't loosen right away.

They were still standing on the stairs, his arm securely wrapped around her waist, her soft body pressed against his chest like she belonged there.

His eyes met hers… and stayed there. No one said anything. No one moved. Just the intense sound of two hearts refusing to calm down.

Ren wasn't even breathing hard from the effort of catching her. He wasn't thinking about the weight of her or the steps or the dorms behind them. His entire attention was pinned on her.

Her eyes, slightly widened at first, didn't dart away. Instead, they held his.

The air between them tightened like an invisible string pulled taut. Electricity buzzed. Her pupils dilated just a little.

Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't. Her body hadn't moved from his touch. She wasn't pulling back.

She's not just flustered. She's receptive.

Second Affinity?