Dong Hazuki Used to Be a Man.

No boy can refuse the chance to become a harem king, especially boys who have entered puberty—

That is the confidence behind why I can say these words so boldly.

[So you’re saying that I’ve already become the protagonist of a harem manga now?].

[To be precise, of a game.].

[A game—then does that make Dongye classmate the guide within the game?].

[I am just a lost person who accidentally entered this world, searching for a way back.].

[And the key is you.].

The narrowed eyes open slightly, and that dazzling smile turns sweet, let it serve as a pleading expression.

[You can let me go home, as long as you follow my arrangements and become the harem king.].

[—You’re not joking, are you, Dongye classmate?].

Ichijo Riku’s movements come to a halt.

From just now, he has been slowly chewing his bento, a meal he wakes up early every day to prepare himself.

In the game, it is a one-button-skipped cutscene, yet it possesses a surprising deliciousness that makes everyone exclaim that it is good.

Even someone like me, who can no longer feel any appetite, is tempted by this fragrance.

[I’m not joking.].

The distance between us reaches a dangerous level, close enough to completely influence him.

He closes the lid of the bento box.

[I’m full, thank you for the meal.].

[—So you’re treating what I just said as a little story told during lunch?].

[I just find what Dongye classmate said a bit unbelievable.].

He shifts back ever so slightly, and toward my approaching posture, the calm he tries to maintain constantly proves one thing—

He is being affected by me.

I am not satisfied with this result.

Being influenced only by my current body, by my words, by my actions, all of it is still based on my present appearance.

You should look at what is inside my heart as well.

You would definitely be shocked.

A heart so rotten it is nearly nonexistent, a person so decayed they are barely human.

Well, if that really happened, he might be frightened into retreating far away, and the outcome would surely be even worse than now.

Then there would truly be no hope left.

No matter what.

As long as I can go back, return home, to that place where I was prepared to rot away.

[I want to go back, I want to go back, Ichijo classmate, let me go back.].

That tiny retreat cannot widen the distance between us, especially when I press forward even more forcefully.

[Dongye classmate, Dongye classmate, t-too close!].

[Click.].

The bento box placed beside him is pushed away, his retreat becomes panicked, and with one misstep, he falls to the ground, where I press him down.

I lean over him, my body pressing even closer.

[Dongye classmate—].

Lowering my head to look at him, without the adornment of sunlight, his gentle face is reduced to simple handsomeness, and he turns his face aside, avoiding my gaze.

[Ichijo classmate, what are you so nervous about?].

The long hair over my shoulders falls down, brushing past my cheek before touching his face, and I faintly hear his breathing grow rapid.

After all, our posture has become extremely improper, as if I am forcing him to do something.

Though I really am forcing him, making use of the advantages of this body.

[Dongye classmate, you should get up quickly, it wouldn’t be good if someone saw us.].

Even so, he still manages to maintain a degree of rationality, not completely sinking into it.

At least in that area, there is no obvious bulge.

Well, it is not like I care much anyway.

Rather, another strange excitement spreads within me, like how a dead corpse will twitch instinctively when shocked by electricity.

[Hehe, hehehe, hehehee.].

Freely encroaching upon actions that should belong to the heroines, before they even realize it, before they even fall for this guy.

I want to laugh.

I really want to laugh.

Laugh so hard I could die.

Ichijo classmate’s first time being on the bottom—

I stole it~

And that is while fully knowing that he will have five beautiful girlfriends in the future.

Put that way, instead of the guilt I should feel, there is an even more stimulating sensation, flowing through my blood vessels, circling my entire body, before rushing back to my brain, bringing a dizziness so intoxicating one could drown in it.

I wonder what Ichijo classmate will be thinking when he is ridden by one of the heroines.

Will it be—

This fake known as Dong Hazuki?

Oh, how excessive.

Being intimate with your own girlfriend, yet thinking of another woman in your heart, Ichijo classmate.

Just imagining it is enough to make one feel delighted.

Hehe, I really am looking forward to that moment.

[You’re laughing again so rudely, Ichijo classmate, you don’t mind, right?].

[Compared to that, I would rather Dongye classmate let go of me.].

A standard bitter smile appears on his face before me.

[Then why doesn’t Ichijo classmate push me away?].

My smile is sweet, everything as beautiful as it looks on the surface, like a maiden in love saying words that stir ripples in one’s heart.

If he were a normal man, he would already be lying there, enjoying this rare and beautiful scene.

Even as the protagonist, he should not be an exception.

I know him.

I know him even better than he knows himself.

He is the type who follows a woman’s wishes very obediently, and as long as the attitude becomes a little firm, he will comply and continue.

[It’s fine, Ichijo classmate, this fake body, you can do whatever you want with it, I won’t resist, and I won’t shout loudly to reject you.].

[Then—excuse me.].

He hesitates, as if making up his mind, or perhaps deciding to break through some limit.

His hand touches my body.

And then—

Gently, he pushes me away.

I was not pressing him down very hard, so I am easily pushed back to my original position.

Sitting upright on the ground, this is the first time I have felt a prediction fail.

It is not quite frustration, nor is it embarrassment or anger.

Rather, it feels a little novel.

Like casually tossing a coin, accidentally using a bit too much force, causing it to bounce up from the ground and, by sheer coincidence, fly straight into my face as I am laughing happily, making intimate contact with lips that have not yet lost their smile.

That strange sensation is still remembered clearly, so it matches up easily.

About the same.

Perhaps even stronger.

Now then, it is time to mock myself.

The facts prove that I do not truly understand him yet.

Or rather, I have confused the late-game version of him with the current him.

At this stage, he has not yet reached the point of completely following a woman’s wishes.

He does not yet have that behavior of freely touching once given approval, without any psychological burden.

However, such a small mistake is not enough to affect me.

[Looks like my charm still isn’t enough.].

[You’re joking, Dongye classmate, in my eyes, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.].

[But!].

[Please do not do things like this in front of unfamiliar men.].

After pushing me away, the slight panic he had hidden before settles down.

[It’s dangerous.].

[Please don’t worry about me, Ichijo classmate.].

I adjust my angle appropriately, letting the sunlight better adorn my face, and my lips, already coated with gloss, gleam as they speak of their fullness.

All of this is merely to display beauty in front of others.

[I will only do this in front of you.].

[Is all of this just for what you called going home?].

[I do not belong here, Ichijo classmate.].

I show him a smile.

[Let me tell you the truth, I, Dong Hazuki, am actually a fake.].

[Whether it is the way I treated you just now, or the way I usually am at school, it is all an act.].

[An act?].

[Yes, I am not as gentle or enthusiastic as you see, everything is just my disguise.].

[My inner self is far worse and more vile than you could imagine, someone enough to disgust everyone.].

[Dongye classmate is… a vile person?].

[Even this body is not my true form.].

[I already said it, I am a lost person who accidentally fell into this world and cannot find the way home, so I need your help, Ichijo classmate.].

[A lost person who fell into this world…?].

[To be precise, I am from another world.].

[I do not know why, but I entered this game world and became Dong Hazuki.].

[So you are not the real Dongye classmate?].

[That’s right.].

[The “fake” Dongye classmate mentioned earlier also meant this, didn’t it?].

[You are very smart, Ichijo classmate.].

[Then where did the real Dongye classmate go?].

[That question—].

I tilt my head, thinking seriously and cutely, just like the perfect girl I imagined.

In the end, I arrive at—

[I don’t know.].

[Eeh—].

[But I can be sure that once I leave, the real Dong Hazuki will return.].

[Really?!].

Of course that is a lie.

Everything I said was just to coax you.

I am not a god, how would I know something like that.

And as for what happens to Dong Hazuki, why would I care.

If there is anyone to blame, it can only be that inexplicable person who swapped me into this body.

Right now, I only want to go home.

[Then I will help you go home, by becoming—].

[By becoming the harem king.].

I help him say that title most boys envy.

[Yes, the harem king.].

Having no psychological burden at all really is great.

[Then, this lady here, what should I call you?].

After thinking for a moment, he asks this question.

It is clear he paid attention to his wording, and this deliberately emphasized “lady” was said in English.

But—

[Just keep calling me Dongye classmate.].

[Ah, and there’s one more thing I forgot to mention—].

The smile on my face deepens at this moment.

[I used to be a man.].

[And the kind of shut-in who was so rotten that only the skeleton was left.].

[So Ichijo classmate, don’t make a move on me, okay?].

I receive the expression I expected, along with that indescribably strange look.

After all, such a beautiful body, yet housing a rotten man.

That intense contrast is something no one can react to without response.

Of course, for me—

I gain the joy of being able to observe such an expression.

[Hehe, hehehe, hehe.].

I cannot help but let out this kind of laughter again.

Well, I have pretended for long enough in front of others, and since I have already told him quite a lot, I might as well show a bit of my true self.

As for whether he will choose to refuse because of this—

[If Ichijo classmate plans to refuse, I absolutely will not let you go.].

[—I really hope you’re joking, Dongye classmate.].

He sighs and shakes his head.

[I won’t refuse.].