Prologue
There are all sorts of people in the world with peculiar tastes. You know, what they commonly call "fetishes." Some get excited over specific body parts like hands or feet, others prefer cosplay outfits, or indulge in BDSM play and the like. In truth, those kinds of sexual deviancies had become fairly mainstream and major by modern standards. They don't harm anyone else, so why begrudge them for enjoying whatever soft or hard play they want among themselves? I, too, had my own sexual preferences, so I'd never given it much thought one way or the other.
But. But. Even for someone with a pretty open-minded outlook like me, there are some tastes that are just hard to swallow. The kind that, once you hear them, make you wonder if you misheard something.
For example. Yeah.
"...Taeyang. I'm really sorry to bring this up out of nowhere, but could you hear me out seriously for a sec?"
"Huh? What's up?"
"W-well, I was wondering if you could maybe sleep with my girlfriend."
"?"
Right there in front of me, like some male protagonist from a storybook blurting out nonsense while lovingly holding his lover's hand. The kind who gets off on the idea of his woman being stolen away by another man—NTR, they call it. Or in technical terms, NTS, short for netorase.
"...Uh, what? Could you say that again?"
I was so flustered that I tapped my temple and asked him to repeat it. The guy standing before me—my classmate—said it again, shoving his girlfriend toward me with a deeply conflicted look on her face.
"Sleep with Seol-ah for one night. In my place... Do whatever you want to her."
"...."
"Oh, and if you could record it on camera, that'd be great. C-can you?"
I pressed my forehead at that insane request, which sounded no less ridiculous the second time around, and clamped my mouth shut. After a brief moment to collect my thoughts, I could only stare at him in bewilderment and fire back.
"You haven't taken something weird, have you...?"
It was a bit harsh, but I couldn't help it. Not from my common-sense perspective, anyway. Who in their right mind would so readily hand their girlfriend over to another guy? And not just that—practically begging him to sleep with her...?
Is he crazy? I couldn't help but think it for real.
I rubbed the back of my neck and sank into deep thought.
...I'd gone out of my way to keep things low-key ever since entering this body, staying as quiet as possible. But this guy, seeing the typical Golden Boy from an NTR story like me acting all tame and out of character, had come straight to me, offering up his lover on a silver platter.
At this point, it almost felt like some cosmic prank. I was starting to suspect it.
I shot an uneasy glance past the male student in front of me, toward the girl whose hand he was holding. A stunning white-haired beauty among the second-years at Cheonun Academy, one you could count on one hand for looks. One of the original heroines, Baek Seol-ah.
"...What're you looking at?"
She met my eyes with a sour expression, then averted her gaze awkwardly, letting out a heavy sigh behind her boyfriend's back.
I scratched my cheek in silence, thinking.
...I've been dodging her out of the goodness of my heart for a whole year now, but if the male lead himself is coming to me with this request...
Wouldn't it be legal to just accept? For real?.