leaving Mori Ayaka to raise a child not her own.
Her family knew and threw a fit, demanding she abandon him, but Ayaka refused to the end.
She got disowned and kicked out of the Mori family.
And the one who saved homeless me and Ayaka?
“If things are that bad, why not live with me?” It was Yuka, living peacefully back in her hometown.
Yuka took street-bound Takuya and Ayaka home to live together.
That’s where Mori Takuya’s life stood.
So why am I telling this story?
The reason’s simple.
Because…
“Takuya, tasty?” “Yeah…” “Don’t be picky—eat this too.” Those two were right next to me, feeding me side dishes.
‘P-Pressure!’ This situation was seriously overwhelming me.
Of course it was.
Even if they were my real moms, it’d be awkward—but imagine your first time meeting these “moms” (?), and they’re doing this.
My sanity was hanging by a thread.
And on top of that.
‘I mean, home or not, that outfit’s too much!’ Sure, their sexy figures didn’t scream “mom,” but Yuka’s clothes next to me were the real issue.
What she wore was something any modern Korean guy would recognize instantly.
Black dolphin pants paired with a white sleeveless top!
‘Come on, no dolphin pants, and don’t sit like that…’ She was manspreading on the chair, her toned thighs and cute wiggling toes teasing my manhood.
I was dying inside.
Already horny in front of a friend’s mom, and now this body—not even mine—getting hard in front of moms?
‘One more slip, and I’ll really bolt.’ If Ayaka weren’t dressed conservatively, I’d have lost it.
‘Wait, with that body, what if she wore something revealing?’ Ayaka’s figure was insane too—her modest clothes still packed a punch—but less primal than Yuka’s vibe.
Sandwiched between these un-mom-like moms, I barely choked down my meal—not sure if it went nose or mouth—then bolted, saying I was heading to my room, escaping their embrace for my sanctuary.
For reference, Takuya’s room was at the end of the second-floor hallway.
Stepping inside, the scene was far from your typical student’s room.
‘Yup, tons of photos just like the memories…’ The walls were plastered with sexy shots of what looked like gravure models.
Entering calmed my earlier excitement like snow melting away.
Probably instinct telling me this was a safe space.
Thinking that, I flopped onto the bed in the corner.
Thud.
And just collapsed onto it.
“Haa…” Lying there, a sigh escaped naturally.
Makes sense—I’d been playing it cool, but honestly, my head throbbed.
Possessing a game character, gaining game powers, Takuya’s backstory…
All too much to process at once.
My brain was a tangled mess.
No, way more to think about.
How far did the Ero Villain series go?
Would Miyuki act like in the game?
And most crucially…
‘Where did this body’s original soul, Takuya’s, go?’ Trivial stuff to big questions—too much.
Naturally, sighs kept coming.
I lay there wallowing in reality for a while, then…
“No.
Can’t stay like this.” Pulled myself together and got to work.
First, I grabbed a notebook from Takuya’s room and started jotting down stuff in Korean.
The contents, obviously: [Ero Villain Series List and Details] Listing every Ero Villain circle game I’d played.
This was crucial—do it while memories were fresh.
‘First scenario means more to come.’ And likely from the same circle’s series.
Of course, I’d note any galge I recalled, just in case.
‘I Wonder how much I’ll remember…’ No guarantee I’d get it all.
So, the guy now living as Takuya spent the whole night writing the Ero Villain series list and each game’s features.
While feeling someone watching me.
What a fulfilling night.
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