Waking up in the body of a bully whose sole purpose in life was to steal other men's girlfriends was the very last thing he expected on a Tuesday afternoon.
No, readers. You did not misread what you just read.
This man, now in the body of a notorious womanizer who specialized in the arts of "netorare" or "NTR" for short — is Otsuka Yasuo.
Before finding himself in this predicament, he was just a regular college student who was in the midst of studying for their finals exams when an airplane crashed into their apartment.
Again, you did not misread the words before you. An airplane — a motherfucking airplane crashed into his apartment.
It was very similar to *Beeeeep*
"Funny" enough, the student had actually survived the airplane crash. Grabbing his laptop, he ran out through the door and was making his way down the stairs when he heard a crack above him.
Looking up, he saw the fat neighbor of his who frequently ordered takeout. That neighbor had crashed through the ceiling above him and with great force and speed — crush!
He was crushed to death. It was like someone had fired a cannonball at him. His death was nearly instant.
Yikes. What a sad way to go out.
At least on the bright side, he didn't fall victim to a truck like a lot of other isekai protagonists.
Finding himself in this new body when he expected to find himself in Hell or Heaven, Yasuo's first reaction was to punch himself in the jaw to see if he was dreaming.
"Ouch. Nope. Not a dream."
Then, when a gust of foreign memories that belonged to the previous owner of the body dashed into his brain, after realizing that this was indeed his new reality and he had to come to terms with it, what he felt wasn't shock, fear, or confusion.
It was anger.
Yes anger.
Why anger you may ask?
Well, my impatient readers, the answer to that is very simple; Yasuo had studied his ass off for weeks surviving purely off of caffeine for energy and cup ramen for calories. Averaging less than three hours of sleep every day while simultaneously balancing his part-time job as a cashier at a convenience store, he had written so many notes in preparation for his exams that every muscle in both hands had cramped.
"I did all of that for nothing. Absolutely nothing. I didn't even get to take a single exam. I… I wasted my time. I could've been playing the new season of F*rtnite. I could've been building farms in M*necraft. I… I could've… I… FUCK!"
He fell to his knees.
"God, if you were planning on killing me, you could've at least waited until I took my exams first," he said as he buried his head into the rug below him.
At least then, he could've died peacefully knowing that his studying hadn't been for naught. For nothing. Nada. Zilch!
"Tsk."
Once the final drop of tear was absorbed by the rug, he began to pick himself up.
It was too late to have regrets now. It was time to move on. He needed to come to terms with who he was now and the identity he would be carrying on for the rest of his life. Unless—
'Surely I won't be isekaied a second time.'
Otsuka Yasuo. His first name meant "healthy man". If that didn't describe this man, then he wouldn't know what would. Not only was he healthy. He was too healthy.
You know how some men shoot blanks while some shoot ropes. Yasuo's shot was more akin to a hose set to the strongest settings.
Standing at 6'2" or 188 centimeters, he is currently in his third year of college at 21 years of age, which matches the age and year of college that he was back on Earth.
Well, this place was still Earth. It just wasn't his Earth. A lot of things were different based on his new memories. Celebrities, companies, people, etc.
If you thought for a second that because he's 21, he must be mature like an adult, you must have forgotten the very first sentence that you read at the beginning of this chapter. Do scroll back up if you've forgotten.
If you're too lazy to do so. I'll just rewrite it here:
"Waking up in the body of a bully whose sole purpose in life was to steal other men's girlfriends was the very last thing he expected on a Tuesday afternoon."
A bully. Not just a bully. A bully who steals other people's girlfriends.
That doesn't sound very mature now, does it?
No. The truth is that there isn't a single bone of maturity in Yasuo's body.
He frequently ditches his classes. He hangs out in clubs. He spends many nights at a hotel with a girl he's just met. And, his favorite hobby is updating this list on his phone with profiles of the girls that he's fucked. He rates them based on their looks, their ability in bed, how they scream, the softness of their body, etc.
And the one he enjoys updating the most is a category dedicated to those who have boyfriends, fiancés, or husbands. Sometimes this could even be those who have girlfriends, fiancées, or wives. He didn't mind targeting ladies who were lesbians or bisexual.
Perhaps, my readers, you might be thinking for a second that this might be the case of a villain who was created by the product of their environment.
Maybe something unfortunate happened when he was younger and his circumstances caused him to be who he is today such as being bullied when he was younger or growing up in an abusive household.
The answer to that would be no. Hell no.
Not only was he never bullied a day in his life but he was the heir to an empire that made enough money every year to legally buy someone's entire family.
Rather than being bullied when he was younger, it was the exact opposite; every kid his age had been told by their parents to treat them as a king in hopes that they could leech off of him and make connections to his parents.
Every week, the allowance he received from his father was enough to buy a new sports car and still have plenty of leftover money.
His mother was extremely loving and invited him to return home for dinner every night which he would always decline.
That's how close he was to his parents, who loved him more than anything in the world.
He had even led someone to jump and kill himself back when he was in middle school but instead of being punished by his parents, they used their wealth and powers to shut the mouths of the victim's parents and when they tried to expose Yasuo, they had them killed in a "car accident".
If it weren't for his wealthy and powerful father covering up the tracks of his son, then this fool would've been arrested at least a dozen times by now.
His crimes were enough to send him away to prison for at the very least — 50 years.