I Became a Rubber Man Villain in an Adult Game

I stared at the screen, utterly dumbfounded.

The character on the monitor was currently stretching his body like a piece of taffy, wrapping himself around a female student in a way that was far too explicit for a simple ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠binding skill. The way his limbs elongated and twisted was grotesque yet strangely mesmerizing. The corner of my mouth twitched involuntarily.

“This is ridiculous. A power like this, and you’re using it just to increase your harem count before getting killed off?”

The game was called Rofan’s Lewd Academy. A bizarre hybrid of romance fantasy tropes and straight-up adult game mechanics. The protagonist was supposed to be a fallen noble who awakened some mysterious power, enrolled in the empire’s top academy, built a harem, and eventually saved the world or something. Standard stuff.

But among the various capture targets and villains, there was one guy who always caught my eye.

The Rubber Man.

His real name was Eros von Valfre, the third son of a ruined viscount family. He possessed the unique ability to freely manipulate his body like rubber. In the game, he was nothing more than a mid-tier villain who appeared in the second act, got used as a disposable tool by the true antagonist, and then died a pathetic death after failing to kidnap one of the heroines.

What a waste.

That ability was insanely overpowered. Complete immunity to blunt force trauma. The capacity to stretch, compress, and reshape his body at will. He could slip through tiny gaps, wrap around enemies to restrain them, or even turn his own arms into lethal whips. If used creatively, it could have been an S-tier power capable of rivaling the protagonist’s.

Yet in the game, he only ever used it to tie up girls in perverted positions before getting his head caved in by the hero. What a pathetic way to go.

I leaned back in my chair, muttering under my breath.

“If it were me, I’d never die like that. I’d become ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the final boss or something.”

That was my last thought before everything went black.

When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in my room anymore.

The ceiling was ridiculously high, decorated with ornate magical patterns. The bed beneath me felt like it was made of clouds. Everything screamed “wealthy but fallen noble family.”

I slowly sat up. My body felt… strange. Light. Stretchy. Like I could bend in ways that shouldn’t be possible.

“No way.”

I raised my hand. Then, with a thought, I willed it to extend.

Sproing.

My arm stretched like rubber, easily reaching three meters before I snapped it back. The recoil made my shoulder bounce comically.

“Holy shit. I actually became the Rubber Man.”

I stared at my elongated fingers in disbelief. The sensation was bizarre but not unpleasant. It felt natural. Like this body had always been mine.

Memories that weren’t mine began flooding into my head. The original Eros’s life. His personality. His twisted desires. His upcoming enrollment at the academy.

And most importantly… the fact that he was already on the radar of several dangerous people.

I clutched my head.

“This is bad. Really bad. I’m screwed.”

In the game, Eros was destined to die in less than six months. He would get involved with the wrong crowd, attempt to kidnap the saintess candidate during the academy festival, and then get obliterated by the protagonist’s party.

But that wasn’t even the worst part.

The worst part was that the original Eros was a massive pervert. The kind who used his rubber body to commit all sorts of sexual harassment and got off on it. His reputation was already in the gutter before the game’s events even properly began.

And now I was him.

“Why did it have to be this guy? Out of all the characters, why this rubber bastard?”

I flopped back onto the bed, my body bouncing slightly from the impact. Even that felt weird now.

At that moment, a translucent window appeared before my eyes.

“Rubber Mage? What the hell is that?”

In the original game, Eros was never described as a mage. He was just a guy with a strange physical ability. But now the system was telling me I had some kind of magical aptitude?

I tried to recall the original Eros’s memories. He had apparently awakened his power after some kind of mana explosion incident when he was younger. Maybe that had altered his class?

Either way, this was a variable that didn’t exist in the game’s script.

I got up from the bed and walked over to the full-length mirror. The face staring back at me was surprisingly handsome. Sharp features, silver hair, and pale skin. If it weren’t for his terrible personality, he could have been quite popular.

“At least I’m not ugly. That’s something.”

I stretched my face experimentally. My cheeks extended like bubblegum. It was both fascinating and horrifying.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“Young master. It’s time to prepare for the academy entrance ceremony.”

The voice belonged to a middle-aged butler. According to the memories, his name was Butler Hans. He was one of the few people who still remained loyal to the fallen Valfre family.

I quickly composed myself.

“I’ll be right there.”

My voice came out smoother than expected. The original Eros had a rather sleazy way of speaking, but I seemed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to have overwritten that part somewhat.

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time.

“Alright. Let’s survive this.”

I had no intention of following the original plot.

I wouldn’t die a dog’s death like the original Eros. I wouldn’t become a pervert who only used his powers to harass women. And most importantly, I wouldn’t get involved with the main cast if I could help it.

I would live quietly. Maybe research my abilities. Maybe become a scholar or something. Anything but getting dragged into that insane protagonist’s harem story.

That was my plan.

Of course, I had no idea at the time how spectacularly that plan would fail.

Nor did I know that my very existence as the “Rubber Man” would already be causing ripples throughout the academy before I even set foot there.

The academy’s grand auditorium was packed with new students.

Everyone was dressed in the official uniform of the Imperial Academy of Magic and Swordsmanship. Black coats with silver embroidery. The symbol of status and talent within the empire.

And in the very center of all that attention, a girl with flowing pink hair stood on the stage, delivering the freshman representative speech with perfect grace.

Her name was Cecilia von Rosenheim.

The first princess of the empire and one of the main heroines of the game. A genius magician loved by both the people and the gods. The very definition of a Mary Sue character.

I sat in the back row, trying my best to remain inconspicuous. Unfortunately, my silver hair and rather memorable face made that difficult.

“Hey, isn’t that the guy from the Valfre family?”

“The rubber pervert? What’s he doing here?”

Whispers reached my ears. I pretended not to hear them.

This is already off to a great start.

According to the original story, Eros was supposed to be ogling the princess’s body during this very speech, using his ability to secretly extend his gaze or something equally creepy. I, on the other hand, was staring fixedly at my own shoes.

After the speech ended, the headmaster began explaining the academy rules. I half-listened while mentally reviewing my situation.

My abilities seemed to have evolved beyond what was shown in the game. Not only could I stretch my body, but I could also manipulate mana through it in strange ways. The “Rubber Mage” title wasn’t just for show.

Perhaps I could use this to survive.

If I could master my powers properly, maybe I could avoid all the death flags and live a peaceful life.

That hopeful thought lasted exactly three seconds.

Because at that moment, the headmaster said something that made my blood run cold.

“This year, we have decided to implement a new joint dormitory system between male and female students to promote friendship and cooperation. Room assignments have already been decided. Please check the bulletin board after the ceremony.”

…What?

That wasn’t in the game at all.

My eyes widened in horror as I realized what this meant.

The original Eros was supposed to live alone in a rundown dormitory building on the edge of campus. But now, with this sudden change…

I was probably going to end up rooming with one of the heroines.

“Please, no. Anyone but that.”

I prayed silently as I made my way to the bulletin board after the ceremony ended.

A crowd of students had already gathered. I pushed through them carefully, trying not to touch anyone with my potentially stretchy limbs.

And there it was.

My name, written clearly under the list for the special A-class dormitory.

Room 301: Eros von Valfre ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠& Adele von Eisenhardt

I stared at the name in complete disbelief.

Adele von Eisenhardt.

The daughter of the empire’s greatest swordmaster. The academy’s top swordsmanship genius. And the heroine with the most violent personality in the entire game.

The same heroine who, in the original route, had chopped off the original Eros’s hand when he tried to touch her on the first day of class.

I felt my rubber body go limp.

“I’m so dead.”

This wasn’t a survival story anymore.

This was a goddamn nightmare.