I'm a Total Pervert
I'm a total pervert. I'm a total pervert. It might sound ridiculous coming from my own mouth, but I really am one.
The tsundere heroine crying, "I'm... I did something wrong... Please, just stop this..."
The saintly heroine fretting, "Ah, Arin...! If you keep this up, you'll really die...!"
The cool genius heroine crumbling, "I said... I don't need this kind of help..."
The boisterous, straightforward heroine collapsing like a little girl, "This... this isn't right..."
I absolutely love it all. So that's why I died in her place.
Hello! I'm a total pervert. It might sound ridiculous coming from my own mouth, but that's what I am. Why? Because even after possessing a girl's body in a game, I'm grinning ear to ear.
If you're going to possess me anyway, why not make me the protagonist? But no, they stuck me in an extra who doesn't even appear in the original story! Still, it's fine. Sure, building a harem as the lead would be fun, but now that I'm this pitiful little girl who draws sympathy, I can enjoy it in my own way.
"I'm late! I'm late!"
That said, I have to attend the academy diligently. For my personal desires, if nothing else. Today's the entrance ceremony, after all.
This has to be one of those classic clichés, right? Bumping into one of the heroines on the way to school, sparking a fateful connection that leads to romance. Stuff like that!
Full of such expectations, I hurried along. But surprisingly, I didn't run into anyone on the way—not even a single student in academy uniform, let alone a heroine!
What could be the problem? I glanced at my wristwatch. Oh no, the ceremony started over 30 minutes ago. That was the issue!
"I'm late! I'm late!"
Looks like my dream of bumping into a heroine will have to wait for next time. Thinking that, I dashed ahead, and soon the academy came into view.
The main gate was enormous, perfectly suited to the guard blocking the way.
"Hello, Guard Uncle."
"Sigh... How does this academy always have at least one late student every year?"
"That's life for you. Don't be too sad—live long like me, and you'll get your reward someday!"
"You're a freshman, aren't you?"
"Yup."
"......"
"Just let me in already."
Guard Uncle let out a heavy sigh. Must be overdue on his paycheck or something.
"If you were my daughter, I'd smack you upside the head."
"Aw, what a shame! I wish you were my parent. I don't have anyone to smack me."
Before he could respond, I slipped through the gate. Far behind, Guard Uncle's dumbfounded face looked hilarious, so I waved. He just stood there, mouth agape, staring blankly.
Once inside, I searched for the building where the ceremony was underway. The academy was so massive, just navigating took forever.
"Ah, found it."
Luckily, only about an hour. The ceremony's probably wrapping up by now. Too late to turn back, so I'll make a courtesy entrance.
"Hasn't it ended yet?!"
I kicked the door open, and hundreds of students inside turned to stare in unison. Whoa—this is mortifying.
"Student, what's your name?"
"Arin Carte, sir!"
"Right, Miss Carte. Come to the staff room after this."
"Can't I grab food first?"
"......"
Oh no! First impressions are ruined. But an instant staff room ending right after the ceremony starts? Pretty speedrun, huh?
Musing like that, I quietly found an empty seat. The ceremony was nearly over; the teacher on stage was passionately shouting something.
"...And with that, we welcome the new students of Seraphium Hero Academy!"
Oh, it's over. Perfect timing. I'm pretty lucky, huh.
Clap clap clap—applause erupted. I joined in enthusiastically to match the mood. Gotta participate, even if I just arrived. That's social life.
But something felt off. Eyes were on me from all around. I glanced sideways, and the student next to me quickly looked away. Front row, back—everyone sneaking peeks.
Ah. I get it. "The crazy freshman who kicked open the entrance ceremony door." I've already got a nickname.
Fast track to notoriety. Then, a loud sigh from beside me. Super obvious.
"...Haa."
I turned. Silver hair. Perfect posture. Immaculate uniform. And a girl with a blatantly annoyed face.
"Hey."
"...Yes?"
"Kicking open the entrance ceremony door isn't something a normal person with common sense does."
Whoa. What an opening line. I love it.
"It's my bold first-impression strategy."
"Strategy my foot. You were just late."
Spot on, but no need to admit it.
"Everyone makes mistakes—"
"Being an hour late isn't a mistake; it's an incident."
But weird. Her words are harsh, yet...
"So you kept staring because of that?"
"...Who did?"
"You've been looking since earlier."
Her eyebrow twitched.
"...Don't flatter yourself. You just entered my field of vision and annoyed me."
Aha. Classic type. I grinned.
"I'm Arin Carte."
"...Seria Blanche."
Her name rang a bell, but I couldn't place it. Seria turned away, done talking, so I leaned back in my chair.
Hmm. Staff room summons on day one, and a prickly beauty next to me. I love it. Gotta get close to Seria from now on. I really want to see her cry.
Right after the ceremony, I headed straight to the staff room. I could've run, but... I don't know the way.
After wandering 30 minutes, I found it. Took a deep breath and knocked.
Knock knock.
"Come in."
Inside were the Principal and a few instructors from the stage. Whoa, bigger deal than expected?
"Student Arin Carte."
"Yes! Problem child candidate number one!"
"...Not yet."
A shame. The Principal adjusted his glasses and eyed me.
"Explain why you were late on your first day."
Hmm. Honesty?
"I got lost."
Silence.
"...Right after the front gate?"
"The buildings are huge."
One instructor clutched his face.
"Student, this is a hero academy. At least have a sense of time—"
"I'll come two hours early from now on!"
"...That's too early."
Conversation's going sideways. Finally, after a long sigh:
"Warning this time."
Oh. Survival success.
"But it goes on your conduct record."
...Ah. Day one stat debuff. Oh well.
Sighing as I left, I spotted a crowd of students. Class assignments, huh? Gotta check.
"Let's see..."
Tracing names with my finger—found it.
【1st Year Class A — Arin Carte】
Oh? Class A? Elite track? For me? Why?
Murmurs from behind.
"That's the late one, right?"
"The door-kicker?"
"In A Class?"
Infamy spreads fast.
Then, a familiar voice beside me.
"...Why are you in A Class?"
Seria, arms crossed, face screaming displeasure.
"Good luck?"
"Academy doesn't assign by luck."
"...Then skill?"
"...Doubt it."
So blunt. I checked the classroom location and strode confidently. Then...
Confidently got lost.
"...Where am I?"
Maze-like corridors. Academy designer went too far.
Nothing for it but to search alone. Soon, a familiar sigh behind me.
"...Haa."
Seria stood there.
"Lost again."
"Nope? Exploring."
"Opposite direction from class is 'exploring'?"
Spot on. She stared silently, then turned.
"...Follow."
Oh?
"Showing me the way?"
"Same class. You're late, it drags me down."
Aha. Got it. Perfectly understood.
Grinning, I followed. After a bit:
"Seria."
"...What."
"You came because you're worried about me, right?"
She stopped.
"...Don't get ahead of yourself."
Her ears looked a bit red. Probably imagining it. Definitely.
At the classroom door, Seria entered first. I paused outside.
For some reason... I felt a little thrilled.
Academy life. Way more fun than expected.
And—I didn't know it yet.
In this classroom.
I'd make my first sacrifice.
For Seria's sake.