Once Yasuo began to accept that he was truly no longer in his old world and that he was indeed this person called Otsuka Yasuo, for the past three days, he had just been resting at home, ignoring the texts and calls from his friends who were inviting him to go clubbing or a party.
Those so-called friends were only friends with him because he spent money on them
Even though he had an unbiased opinion as he was technically not Yasuo, this was also an opinion that the old Yasuo shared.
Then why didn't he unfriend them?
According to his memories, he didn't care. It gave him a thrill knowing that he had idiots who would bend and fold at his will in exchange for cash that he considered to be loose change.
The only person he responded to was his mother. Being an orphan in his past life, it felt nice knowing that there was a mother out there who cared about what he ate, whether he was healthy, and how his days were going.
"Should I just drop out of college?" he pondered.
After all, he was rich enough in this new life to just spend the rest of his days doing whatever the fuck that he wanted. Was there a need to put himself through the torture of studying and attending classes again?
The only reason he didn't immediately contact his university to drop out was that he didn't want to disappoint his mother who wanted to see him graduate.
In the middle of playing a video game that didn't exist in his old world, he had to pause it when he heard a sudden—
Knock knock knock.
On his door.
"I don't recall anyone telling me that they were coming over," he muttered as he got up, scratching his belly with a yawn as he walked over to the front door.
Looking through the peephole, he saw someone who stood there suspiciously with their hoodie pulled over their head. The hoodie strings had been pulled and tied as tight as possible to minimize how much of their face was showing.
If it wasn't for the memories that helped him recognize the gray hoodie that this person was wearing, he might've assumed that this person was a stranger here to harm him.
Nakatani Shinju.
That was the name of the person standing on the other side of the door.
She also happened to be the girlfriend of the "kid" that Yasuo had begun bullying a week and a half ago.
It wasn't just the hoodie that he recognized; he also recognized her shape.
And what he meant by that was to be more specific, the shape of these two particular dome-like shapes that stuck on in front of her. Aka her boobs.
To be more blunt, she had massive boobs that even her oversized hoodie couldn't conceal. It was her defining feature and was the reason why Yasuo had chosen her as his next target to begin with.
Shinju stood at 160 centimeters or 5'3" in height and oddly enough, her mountains that bounced with every step did not clash with her height. If anything, there was a strange harmonious balance between the two that felt pleasing to the eyes and motivational for the little brother that existed between a man's legs.
"Hello. Are you there?"
Yasuo continued looking through the peephole in silence, wondering if she was going to leave.
Knock knock knock.
She knocked again. "Hello. Otsuka… are you home? I have something to discuss with you."
Knock knock knock knock knock.
A third time. It didn't feel appropriate to make her wait outside any longer so Yasuo finally unlocked the door and opened it.
On the other side, Shinju slightly jolted when she heard the lock twist but quickly regathered herself. She was here for a purpose and needed to remain strong the entire time.
Having to tilt her head up quite a bit to reach his eyes, Shinju listened to a deep, hoarse, and manly voice that asked, "What are you doing here?"
Shinju opened her mouth to speak but was unable to respond immediately as she had practiced earlier in her mind.
Taking a deep breath, she looked around to her left, then to her right.
'Okay. Nobody I know is here.'
Obviously they wouldn't be. She was standing in front of the entrance to a penthouse. Everyone she knew was working class. Why would they be here in front of a penthouse like her?
"May I come in?" she finally mustered up the courage to ask. Her voice was quiet as if she was afraid that someone was going to overhear her question.
Still trying to process the fact that this lady had suddenly appeared in front of his front door, Yasuo wasn't even able to give a response when she suddenly walked in underneath the arm that he had resting against the door frame.
'Just invite yourself in then next time.'
Locking the door behind him, he watched as she timidly untied the strings and took it off, revealing the rest of her face.
Her face was delicately structured with soft and round cheeks. Her eyes were a captivating shade of deep purple that were framed with dark and long lashes. Her nose was small and slightly upturned.
Her hair matched the color of her eyes. They cascaded down in waves of smoky purple hue with straight bangs that covered her forehead.
'She's just as beautiful as she was in my new set of memories,' Yasuo thought.
Memories that were both his and belonged to someone else. Two concepts that shouldn't be able to coexist but did.
She began to take off her gray hoodie and for a second, Yasuo gulped.
Yasuo, the old one, might've been a horndog that used his sword to slay entire armies but Yasuo, the new one, the last time he's gotten the chance to unsheathe his weapon was over half a year ago when he was still together with his now ex-girlfriend.
Under her hoodie was a thin white T-shirt that clings tightly to her form. The fabric was slightly translucent which revealed the contours of her bust which was full and rounded.
For a moment there, Yasuo had to put his hand in front of his mouth as he was in awe of her beauty.
Her sexiness was the perfect blend of innocence and allure which was only heightened by the suggestive nature of the clothes she was wearing.
He could see that underneath the shirt, all she had on was a pair of panties. That's right. She didn't even have a pair of bras on. Her areolas and nipples were very easy to see.
Yasuo had to use the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the little bit of drool that trickled down his mouth.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
He was absolutely baffled and yet, there was a calmness in his voice that was influenced by the mannerism of the original Otsuka Yasuo that he couldn't seem to shake off.
"It's just… I'm a little bit hot. Your home is a little hot," she said with a nervous smile as she placed her hoodie down on the coffee table.
That was an obvious lie.
It would take a fool to fall for it.
Shinju knew that her excuse was impossible to believe but… it was too late. Taking a seat on his couch, she looked up at him and could see that his eyes, which had been deadpan a moment ago, looked sharp now. His pupils now resembled those of a wolf's.
"May I ask why you decided to come visit me?" Yasuo finally asked her.
'Especially dressed in that manner.'
As if she was irritated by the "naïveness" of his question, the audacity to even pretend that he didn't know, she responded with slight irritation, "You know what I'm here."
He could see the hesitation and fear that were mixed in with the irritation.
There was a brief moment of silence as the two of them gazed into each other's eyes. Yasuo slowly watched as the irritation in her face began to vanish and redness began to wash into her cheeks as she started to blush.
Oh yeah. Not to toot the horn of this netorare-loving bully too much but Otsuka Yasuo was extremely handsome. Not just any old handsome. The kind of handsome that you could only find in mangas and animes. The kind of handsome that could make a girl masturbate on their bed while holding a magazine with his face and body on it.
It was a defining feature of his that helped him succeed in his obsession with stealing girls.
"I'm here to get you to stop bullying my boyfriend," she managed to say after turning her head away from him. She couldn't look any longer or else her face would begin to burn up.