My Youth Love Comedy Is Going as Planned!
The fluttering cherry blossoms, as if announcing the new semester, no longer stirred any particular emotion in him. The reason was simple. It was no longer about admiring the cherry blossoms themselves, but because he had fallen in love with a girl who resembled them.
Sato Hinami.
Tatsuya Yuta clutched the handkerchief he always carried in his pocket and took a deep breath. Sniff— Though it was fading, Teacher Hinami’s scent still lingered. An intense fragrance that could blow away the boredom of daily life in an instant. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine, so strong it made his whole body tingle.
Capturing Hinami had proven more difficult than expected. The lovable woman was seriously oblivious, after all. But wasn’t embracing even her flaws the true mark of a man?
When the moment finally came that she realized she had been isolated… he would start his days burying his face in the nape of her neck rather than this handkerchief.
“Fuck.”
His buoyant mood sank straight into the mud. An obstacle had barged into his otherwise smooth daily routine.
A foreign man with eyes so cold they summoned thoughts of ghosts came to mind. The guy was a head taller than him with a solid build… though for some reason the memory was hazy. Still, he clearly recalled that the muscle size was hopelessly out of fashion.
“These days, slender guys like me are the popular ones…!”
His impression might look filthy, but the bastard at least acknowledged his face. But… what did he look like again? He had no hobby of remembering male faces, so recalling the guy’s features was surprisingly difficult.
Straining to replay that moment, the bastard’s face slowly resurfaced. Tatsuya curled his lips into a sly smile. Definitely not the type to be popular with women. Too dangerous. Too decadent. So in a way, it was a reassuring face. Especially in Japan.
Moreover, the aura he gave off and his clothing style were miles away from Hoshimiya-senpai’s ideal type. What was with that gloomy suit that looked like he’d shown up for a funeral?
Still, he could not forgive the way the bastard had dared to make a move on his Hoshimiya-senpai.
‘That’s the first time I’ve ever seen senpai smile like that.’
A sickening sensation crawled up his back, like a centipede skittering across his skin. But there was no real need to worry. When he had casually asked senpai about it, the guy was a foreigner after all. He would return to his own country eventually. And Hoshimiya-senpai had already quit her early-morning part-time job the moment the semester started. In other words, there was zero chance of senpai and that bastard getting tangled up again.
He never imagined senpai would be shaken by a guy like that. After all, she was already as good as his.
The Unconquerable Princess was firmly within his grasp. Under his meticulous plan, she was slowly but steadily marching toward the exit called Tatsuya Yuta.
“Yeah, yeah. My plan runs on a 365-day cycle.”
After 365 days, another 365 would begin. And by then he would be walking side by side with the women he loved.
“Heh…!”
Just imagining touching hands made his lower body throb. This much was perfectly average, yep. Muttering to himself, Tatsuya began to stroke his proud member. He liked how it fit perfectly in one hand. The shape was pretty too.
This was part of his routine. Releasing his overflowing lust every morning was obviously a man’s duty. And he had to savor this moment. Because someday soon, he wouldn’t even have time to do it by himself!
Just how many women were there, anyway?
“Hahahahaha!!”
He could control every beauty, and he was the ruler who dominated them. He had been stupidly late to realize that simple truth.
While cleaning up the remaining traces, Tatsuya Yuta vowed to make today another enjoyable day. He never doubted that it would be.
…He really hadn’t.
“It’s a misunderstanding! A total misunderstanding!! Teacher did not hug Yu-kun! Ah! That doesn’t mean I dislike Yu-kun or anything. Please don’t misunderstand, Yu-kun?”
Nod, nod.
The guy named Yu Seoha stared back at him with a smile so creepy it sent chills down his spine. It was clearly mockery.
‘Why the hell is that bastard here!!’
Even though the hairstyle had changed, those eerie eyes were exactly the same. And what the hell were those stupid glasses? Even Harry XX wouldn’t wear such ridiculously large, idiotic frames. Was this a trick to hide the fact that he knew his own impression was filthy?
Damn it. Thinking the guy was meticulous actually raised his inner intimacy level by about 0.01.
Grind—
Tatsuya clenched his narrow fist tight.
‘I gave him so many hints…!’
A filthy rag who flirted with a woman who already had an owner. That was Tatsuya’s conclusion about the human called Yu Seoha.
‘He rode in Teacher Hinami’s car…? And they even hugged?’
Fuck, I haven’t even done that yet!!!
The natural hug event with Teacher Hinami was supposed to happen in 230 days!
‘Teacher’s purity is her charm! That’s why I isolated her—to protect that purity! But this fucking bastard!!!!’
If Teacher Hinami became a skilled veteran who handled countless students with ease, it would be a huge deduction from her appeal. He had hoped she would remain this clumsy and innocent at least until he graduated.
But what the hell had he just heard? Of course he felt relieved that it was a misunderstanding, but they had still come to school together by car. Just what had happened between them?
“I gave him a ride because it’s Yu-kun’s first day and I was worried he might get lost. And let me say it again—we did not hug! Right, Yu-kun?”
Nod, nod.
Yu Seoha and Tatsuya nodded at the exact same time.
‘As expected, Teacher Hinami would never do that to me.’
Tatsuya, who had briefly misunderstood Sato Hinami, let out a sigh filled with both guilt and relief. Still, the bad feeling lingered. That misunderstanding should have been his in the first place.
‘I was planning to pretend I hurt my leg today so I could ride to school in Teacher Hinami’s car with her.’
Then, the moment I stepped out, I would “accidentally” fall into her arms because of my injured leg. I would bury my face in those voluptuous breasts, blush furiously, and make her realize, ‘I see you as a woman, and that’s why this situation is so embarrassing for me.’
And that scene would be witnessed by Kuroshima, who secretly crushed on Teacher Hinami. That idiot had the mentality of a child. He didn’t even recognize his own feelings and was always busy pulling pranks. The pathetic loser who arrived at school early every morning just to hover around the teachers’ parking lot.
However, no one was more useful than that moron when it came to spreading rumors. If he saw me in her arms, he would definitely spread it out of jealousy. Tsk.
And combined with the rumors I had already planted, no one would suspect anything about my relationship with Teacher Hinami.
Yet that rag bastard had stolen every bit of the spotlight.
‘Fuck… fuck.’
Even though he knew it was a misunderstanding, the ominous thought that his precious Hinami had been stolen away made his cock spring up instantly. This was… well, it represented the depth of his rage. The feeling of chewing spoiled fish over and over.
‘Haa…!’
Tatsuya immediately began plotting how to send Yu Seoha straight to hell. It looked like he would be busy for a while. He needed to gather every last detail—habits, tendencies, personality—and craft the perfect plan to destroy that filthy rag.
It was annoying, but he decided to think of it as another event. The appearance of a rival in the grand harem epic of Tatsuya Yuta somehow made his spirit soar. After all, he didn’t doubt that the bastard would bring him even more pleasure.
‘You are nothing but a tool to make me shine. A destined rival who falls before the conqueror Tatsuya Yuta. What will it feel like to look down at him while holding the women in my arms…? I’ll even permit you to jerk off while thinking about Teacher Hinami in my embrace.’
Only then did the bastard’s face truly come into focus. The fog had finally lifted. The shaggy bangs still hid his features, but he clearly remembered what lurked beneath that shadow.
‘Consider it an honor, Yu Seoha.’
You will be the last male whose face I ever bother to remember.
“Th-then Yu-kun will sit next to Itsuki!”
Oh no. While he had been lost in thought, he had missed the precious sight of Teacher Hinami flustered and fumbling around.
Yu Seoha walked slowly toward the seat beside Mikoto. Tatsuya mocked him inwardly. Mikoto would never show interest in a rag like him. No matter how impressive he was, if he hadn’t been her childhood friend, even Tatsuya would have considered giving up—she had that little interest in other people. She clearly preferred narrow social circles, and being included in hers was an exhausting ordeal.
Actually, shouldn’t the title Unconquerable Princess have gone to Mikoto instead of Hoshimiya-senpai?
After sitting down beside Mikoto, Yu Seoha spoke to her.
“Hello desu.”
“Uh… yeah.”
“Yu Seoha. Me, Yu Seoha desu.”
“I’m Itsuki Mikoto.”
See? She already looked uncomfortable. Your impression really is the worst, just like I said.
“Me, Seoha. Seoha.”
“Yeah, I remembered.”
“Seoha.”
“I got it.”
“Seoha, Seoha.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Seoha Seoha.”
“I said I got it, Seoha! I remember! Seoha! Seoha! Is that enough!? Seoha! Seoha! Seoha… Se, uh… uh!? Eh!?”
Mikoto froze with a flustered expression. Yu Seoha turned his back to her and looked straight at Tatsuya. It seemed like he had turned away from Mikoto, yet he appeared completely unbothered.
“Yeah. I did it too. Remember.”
The head he had assumed was stiff gave a slight nod. Wearing an even slimier smile than before, he spoke a single word in a louder voice.
“Mikoto.”
Tremble, tremble.
That fucking bastard!!!!!!!!!!
That damn Tatsuya guy is for real. I should only glare at him in moderation. I genuinely want to gouge out the memory that the bastard gets hard when he feels jealous. I don’t particularly want to evaluate male genitalia, but every time an erection is described in the original work, a cute little “kyung!” sound effect comes from Tatsuya’s pants.
Tatsuya, your author is a hack. You’re really not that big. So please, for the love of god, stop that bone-grinding morning routine. Think about the readers too. I really want to gouge this memory out as well.
‘Seat next to Itsuki, huh.’
I hadn’t particularly wanted to get involved with Itsuki Mikoto, but once I was assigned the seat beside her, my thoughts changed. I didn’t expect a silly prank like this to bring us closer, but it was definitely a good way to piss off Tatsuya. After entering the academy, Itsuki had stopped calling Tatsuya by his first name. She only ever called him “you” or “that Tatsuya bastard.”
Yet simply calling someone by name seemed incredibly effective at irritating him. I knew the basics of Japanese honorific culture, but still…
“What the hell is with that guy!”
“Isn’t that way too rude?”
“In Korea they just call people by name. It’s probably an honest mistake.”
“Besides, he called Itsuki by name too. Even Itsuki is fine with it, so why are you all making such a big deal?”
“We’ve got quite the unusual transfer student.”
The surrounding reactions were more intense than I expected. Well, chatter away. My only goal is to make Tatsuya’s life miserable anyway.
But Teacher Sato. Why have you been staring at us with such a delighted expression this whole time?
“Then I’ll leave helping Yu-kun to his partner, Itsuki, for the time being. Itsuki? I’d like you to explain the school facilities we haven’t covered yet to Yu-kun today!”
“Ehh!? Why me!”
“Because it looks like you two will become friends right away!”
It wasn’t what I had planned, but it worked out. Take care of me from now on, Itsuki.
I knew that Itsuki, with her tsundere nature, wouldn’t be able to refuse a request from the kind Teacher Sato.
“Take care of me. Mikoto.”
“Haa… How did it come to this. Well… you clearly have a lot to learn.”
“Yeah. A lot. Fix it for me.”
Mikoto stared at me grumpily for a long moment before letting out a small snort of laughter. Then she nodded, as if she had no choice.
“Fine, fine. I’ll fix it for you.”
“Thank you. Teacher Mikoto.”
“So about names… Haa. Since you’re Korean, should I just let it slide…? No. This is Japan. Hey, I might overlook it, but you can’t do that to other people.”
“Huh?”
“Did you not understand because the sentence was too complicated?”
“Yeah.”
No, I understood perfectly. I was just pretending not to. As expected, Itsuki was weak to clumsy behavior. It was exactly as I had predicted.
The fact that she habitually spat out lines like ‘You’ve changed. The old Yuta was better.’ meant she missed the old Tatsuya. I could infer that much without even trying. I just hadn’t realized she would be this vulnerable.
The Tatsuya from the flashback scenes had been a classic clumsy, timid shota-style male lead. If only he had stayed exactly like that and grown up.
Anyway, not being able to speak Japanese properly actually worked in my favor. And I really do have a lot to learn. I’m someone who has never even traveled to Japan before.
‘Well, the conclusion is good either way.’
When I glanced sideways, I saw Tatsuya staring at me with bloodshot eyes, looking like he wanted to pierce straight through me. Using that glare as seasoning, I thoroughly enjoyed the lively commotion in the classroom.
Ah. This is what youth is all about.