Thought It Was a School Story? It's a Pure NTR Eroge!
"Have a good day at school, young master!"
The man in sunglasses bowed at a perfect ninety degrees. Luckily, he wasn't following her all the way to school. He's a good guy and all...
...but that face is just too scary.
'Kids are gonna misunderstand me from day one.'
A secretary with a face that screamed gangster. Kids who didn't know better would find it so uncomfortable. But those worries were pointless.
They were already slinking away, putting distance between them. Faces like they'd spotted a wild beast in the middle of the city.
....No, if it were a beast, that might be better. A family wouldn't touch family—you'd just die alone, and it'd be over.
Black Heaven. The mafia organization you end up fished out of the Han River the next day if you don't know about it.
The heir to Black Heaven, Kim Yujin, was on his way to school.
Students bowed their heads deeply. Afraid even to make eye contact.
The path Kim Yujin walked parted like the Red Sea.
'Awesome! Starting today, I'm one of the popular crowd!'
That's what Kim Yujin was thinking. All because of two facts he didn't know.
One: he'd reincarnated into an NTR game.
Two: he messed with the protagonist's childhood friend.
The 'Kim Yujin' who had no clue about any of that stepped forward, full of rosy expectations for his new youth.
Displaying 'stoic silence' by saying nothing unnecessary!
Opponent thinks you suit the boss perfectly!
'Hmm, as expected of our young master—he's got gravitas. I thought he seemed too casual lately, but it was just my imagination.'
To be blunt, Kim Yujin had always been distant from romance. And he didn't have a ton of friends either.
......Yeah, honestly, he had zero friends.
From childhood, he'd been obsessed with studying and ridiculously naive. To the point where he blindly believed his mom's words: "Once you get into college, you'll get a girlfriend."
So he busted his ass studying, got into college, and on the way there in excitement—bam, truck to the face.
Yujin thought, 'Ah, I should've enjoyed school life more!'
Did God hear that wish? He woke up in the hospital.
"Young master is awake!"
"Call that damn doctor right now! Unless he wants his head blown off!"
"Fuck! Chicken for dinner tonight! Shut down Baemin!"
It wasn't his original world, but still. This time, he vowed to make real friends.
Luckily, his second life was perfect. Heir to a suspiciously wealthy family. Over 180cm tall, handsome despite the fierce face. And down there? Big enough to make girls cry—any bigger and it'd be half-matter or some shit.
Conditions where popularity would flock to him just by existing.
'Damn, from gold spoon to anti-matter spoon.'
He put on his uniform and hopped into the car. A black limo the size of three cars parked together. His personal ride purred smoothly.
At the wheel: the sunglasses guy. He'd introduced himself as Park Secretary.
"Young master, you've got that cool expression again today!"
"Uh... O •• What should I even say?"
The problem? Nothing came to mind. Confession time again: Yujin was a total outcast. The kind who might not have said five words in his entire school career.
'Shit, scary. Looks like he's buried a few bodies.'
A scary-faced stranger. Communication? Impossible.
What if he said the wrong thing and pissed him off? In the end, he endured the awkward silence, staring out the window.
Those inexplicable letters floating in his vision. What the hell? Aftereffect of the head injury?
'Kid seemed perfect, but he's got mental issues.'
Truth was, this world differed a bit from Yujin's old 'Korea.' Monsters and Awakeners had appeared a century ago. The school he was heading to? Hero Academy. A special institution training young talents.
Yujin had heard the gist and thought, 'Neat world.' But he only cared about fitting into school. Everything else? Meh.
Half-worried, half-excited, the car pulled up to school.
"Have a good day, young master!"
With Park Secretary's send-off, he headed straight to class. Face stiff with tension—this was his first day, after all.
'Ugh, stomach already hurting. I crammed names all night, so it should be fine, right?'
Grimacing, he stood before the classroom. Class 1-A. Where his new school life would begin.
Despite the name Hero Academy, the room was ordinary. Except... way quieter than expected. Maybe they took studies seriously.
Okay, smile! Trust this handsome face and the plot armor!
Forcing an awkward grin, he stepped in. But a few steps later—oh crap.
'I don't know my seat!'
They'd think he was a moron who couldn't even remember his spot. Worse, standing alone till class started? All eyes on him, and he'd puke on day one.
Those prickling stares. Just imagining it made his stomach worse.
After dithering, he spotted a girl. One whose face and name he'd crammed last night.
Trusting his looks, he approached cautiously. "Um..."
"Y-yes, yesyesyesyes!"
She reacted like he'd yelled. Fists clenched, standing ramrod straight.
A bit startling. "Choi Ji-in?"
"H-how do you know my name... Ah, no, yes! Choi Ji-in, Supporter track in the Hunter Department! Skills: heal and minor strength buff! Just give the order—I'll do anything!"
Her shoulders trembled. Sweating bullets, eyes on the verge of tears, holding it back desperately. Like a rain-soaked puppy.
Not normal at all. 'Did I do something wrong?'
No, really, nothing. Just called her name. Not a crime worth crying over. Or did his outcast vibe leak out?
-Holy shit! He talked to me!
-Does he like me? Gross!
-Loser~ loser~ go home, freak~
Maybe that's what she thought. Your courage might be violence to others. Suddenly depressed.
But mission first. "My seat..."
Ah, damn. Tension mangled his words. Had to finish the sentence, or she'd think he couldn't even speak properly.
"Yes! Your seat, right?"
Choi Ji-in whipped out wet wipes, scrubbing desk and chair furiously. Blurring speed.
"D-done!"
The furniture practically gleamed. Her intensity was off-putting.
Anyway, that must be his spot? What do you say to something this weird? Thought the world was like Earth, but culture's different. Never imagined this reaction. Just wanted to know my seat.
Choi Ji-in flinched and started scrubbing again. "S-sorry! I'll clean it again!"
"No, it's fine."
She looked ready to start over. How much cleaner could it get? Sterilize it or something.
He sat. She glanced nervously, bowed, and bolted—like escaping a germ.
A bit sad. 'Was gonna thank her and chat naturally.'
Glancing around, kids staring averted eyes. Some awkwardly shuffled to the hall.
One realization hit: 'Fuck! Was she an outcast too?!'
This rich, handsome guy? Why no friends?
'Damn, if you're gonna waste that face, give it to me. Ah, this hurts.'
Super awkward situation. 'Kim Yujin' had assumed tons of friends. Plus, fresh from hospital—kids would swarm with concern.
-Yujin, you okay~? Feeling better?
-Back to school already?
-Need class notes?
Slide in naturally. But no one came. Not even a hello.
'Hospitalized for days, and this treatment.'
Plan busted from the start. Talk to strangers? 'If I could, I wouldn't have been an outcast last life! Make sense!'
He'd change with this fresh start. But not yet. Homeroom soon. Teacher: 'Oh, Yujin’s back?' Natural response, class warms up.
His happy circuit was firing when—
"Hey, Kim Yujin."
Sudden call. Class vibe shifted. From dead silent to Siberian freeze.
All eyes on him. 'He means me, right?'
A guy stood there. Average high schooler vibe, but effortlessly cool with girls.
'Popular guy!' Total opposite of him.
White name tag: Kim Cheolsu. Oh, fuck me. Cheolsu? Like from Crayon Shin-chan. Even the name screams popular—cheating!
Why call me? About to reply—
Cheolsu beat him: "Meet me at the sports field. Let's throw down."
Yujin’s eyes widened. Overwhelming emotion swelled.
'Th-this is the chosen one treatment I've heard about?'
Guy to guy: sports field. What else but sports? Basketball, probably.
'Ah, not great at hoops. Should've practiced.'
But now? Tall, fit. Base stats would carry him.
First friend approaching! Hook for more. Perfect plan.
Yujin stood, headed to the hall first.
'Forgot to reply again. Eh, Cheolsu'll follow.'
A bit off-script, but things were looking up.