I Got Reincarnated as the Scummy Dude Who Sends NTR Video Letters to Otaku Guys in Erotic Manga, But When I Tried to Steal His Girlfriend, I Accidentally Hooked Up with Her Twin Sister Instead - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: I Stole Otaku-kun’s Girlfriend

A scummy dude who ain’t in any clubs? After school, it’s study time, no question.

Makes sense, right? Our school’s the top prep school around here.

The self-study desks lined up in front of the staff room were packed with students. Most were third-years cramming for exams this year.

So yeah, a second-year with blonde hair and piercings sticks out like crazy, but I get by with some casual scummy-dude chit-chat and they’ve accepted me as one of the regulars.

Lately, some of the seniors hit me with “Wanna study just the two of us?” but honestly, studying alone gets way more done.

So I kept grinding until the evening bell rang, then finally headed home.

“Nedori, later.”

“Nedori-kun, see ya~”

“Uissu. You guys too, good work, senpais.”

I split from my study buddies at the school gate and walked through the residential area. My place is about a fifteen-minute walk from school.

I started living alone when I got into high school, so I rented a nearby apartment.

By the way, my parents are already divorced and don’t live together.

Apparently Dad kept sleeping with his buddies’ women, and that’s what broke the marriage.

But he’s got money, so he sends enough support that I can live on my own just fine.

Honestly, living alone is chill as hell.

Cooking and laundry suck, but I don’t gotta stay tense all the time. Pure freedom, y’know.

“Whoa?”

Guess I’ll swing by the supermarket for some groceries.

While I was walking and thinking that, I ran into something kinda sketchy.

Up ahead—at a park bench—there were some yankii guys surrounding a girl sitting there, smirking and grinning like idiots.

Oi oi oi, picking up girls in a park? Do that crap at the station or something. Bad example for kids, dude.

But the park was empty except for them. That girl had nowhere to run.

I figured I’d get a closer look.

As I walked over, the faces looked way too familiar.

“Whoa?”

They were the three yankii I used to hang with back in middle school.

They were wearing uniforms, so I guess they went to high school, but their uniforms were so messed up they barely looked like uniforms anymore. Still betting their lives on breaking every rule, huh.

But the real shock was the girl getting hit on.

—Why the hell is Otaku-kun’s girlfriend here?

No mistake—it was our classmate, Futaba Aoi.

It’s impossible to mix her up. That stunning face that turns everyone’s head? Definitely Otaku-kun’s girl.

“Whoa?”

But something felt off compared to usual.

Maybe ’cause she was surrounded by yankii, but she kept her head down the whole time, and her face looked blank, emotionless.

Sure, nobody smiles when they’re scared shitless, but still, she seemed way different.

“Whoa?”

But for some reason… right now she was giving off this insanely attractive aura.

Huh? Was Futaba Aoi always this cute?

“Whoa?”

“The hell? What’s with that weird-ass ‘whoa’—you mocking us or agreeing?”

Guess I got too close and they noticed. All the yankii turned around at once.

When they saw my blonde hair,

“It’s Nedori! Long time no see, man.”

“Ussu.”

“Why’s Nedori out here?”

“Eh, my school’s nearby. Anyway, what’re you three up to?”

“Recruiting, obviously!”

“Uh, can you guys quit the pickup shit?”

“Hah? You really talking back to us now?”

She was still looking down. Staring off into the distance like she was zoned out.

Her fragile expression made my heart pound hard, but I scratched the back of my head.

What do I do? Can’t just leave her getting hit on like this. She’s Otaku-kun’s girlfriend and my classmate.

But the yankii clearly weren’t backing off. They were eyeing me like I was the enemy.

Makes sense—I went to prep school while they stayed delinquent. Of course they’d hate that.

“We don’t wanna see some rule-following loser’s face. Get lost!”

“Whoa whoa whoa, hold up. Actually, she’s my classmate.”

I gave a awkward grin and tried to talk them down.

“So what? Huh?”

“None of your business, goody-two-shoes.”

“Get lost, I said!”

But they weren’t listening at all.

This is bad. It’s not even about talking anymore.

Probably ’cause our positions are different now. We used to be the same, but now I’m the prep-school honor student and they’re yankii.

So if I wanna talk on their level, I gotta act like a scummy yankii too. Prove we’re the same.

Alright, time to go full scummy-dude mode.

I took a big breath.

Then I plopped down right next to Otaku-kun’s girlfriend, flashed a big grin, and said,

“I ain’t letting you lay a hand on her. ‘Cause she’s the one I’m planning to steal.”

“Steal?”

“Huh?”

They looked at me like, what the hell is this guy on about.

Fair. Even I had no clue what I was saying.

But from here on it’s all momentum and bluff. Gotta roll with the scummy-dude energy.

“You mocking us?”

“Nah, dead serious. Look, I’m a total girl guy, right? So in high school I started stealing girls.”

“Huh? Nedori’s doing NTR now?”

“Yeah yeah. There’s this Otaku-kun in my class, and his childhood friend is her—look how cute she is. Gotta steal her, right?”

“Oi oi oi, you lost it? You stealing her would be no joke.”

“It’s fine, Nedori stealing her sounds perfect.”

“This guy… still the same dumbass deep down.”

“Whoa?”

“And that weird reaction—can’t tell if you’re joking or serious.”

My bold bullshit seemed to win them over.

—The stealing guy.

I knew I sounded like total trash, but saying that killed the “honor student” image and put me back on their level.

It worked…

“Whoa? Alright then, stealing this girl right now~”

“For real?”

“This dude’s wild.”

“Maybe even crazier than breaking school rules.”

“Later!”

With that, I grabbed her hand and stood up.

“…………Huh?”

Her eyes widened in surprise for a second, but then she squeezed my hand back and stood up too.

“Come on, let’s go.”

I ended up walking off holding her hand the whole way. The yankii saw us off as we left the park.

After walking through the residential streets for a bit and making sure they were out of sight, I let go of her hand fast.

“Alright, I’m out. Walking alone at night’s dangerous, y’know? Be careful next time, okay?”

Right as I turned to leave,

“—Wait!”

She called out right away.

Her voice hit my ears—beautiful, clear. Lower than what I heard at school, but still full of real strength.

“Wait! I wanna thank you.”

She said that and stepped closer.

I stood there frozen, kinda mesmerized, and then she tiptoed up in front of me,

“Whoa…”

And kissed me right on the lips.

“Mmph…”

That second, electric shock took over my brain.

Intense, warm, sweet. So damn sweet.

Way too sweet—my head was spinning. Heat rushed through my whole body like I was gonna burn up.

After what felt like forever in that one moment,

“Nn…”

We pulled back, breathing hard, staring at each other.

Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyes all hazy and dreamy.

Seeing that sexy look, no way my heart wasn’t racing. I couldn’t look away even if I tried.

But at the same time, I was panicking hard.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit.

This is completely fucked.

Holding hands is one thing, but kissing? Total no-go. Absolute forbidden move.

‘Cause now… there’s no excuse.

No matter how you look at it…

This is straight-up stealing her, ain’t it?