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 3: My Brain’s About to Break

Okay, so the big thing here is that me and Otaku-kun are actually pretty tight.

I mean, in my past life I was a total otaku too, y’know? Our tastes just match up perfectly.

It’s been almost three weeks since the class shuffle, and honestly, the person I talk to the most is Otaku-kun. Like, we’re straight-up best buds at this point, right?

“Yo, Nedori-kun, did you grab the new release that came out yesterday?”

“Nah… yesterday got kinda hectic, so…”

“Ehhh?! You were so sure you were gonna buy it! I even rushed to finish it so we could talk about it together, y’know?”

“…Sorry, dude. Completely spaced on it.”

“Woah, Nedori-kun forgetting a light novel release date? That’s super rare! Did something happen?”

“N-n-n-n-nothing happened, alright?!”

Otaku-kun’s seat is right next to mine, so we’re always chatting like this before class starts or during breaks and stuff. But today? Today felt super awkward. I felt so guilty I couldn’t even look him in the eye.

But like… I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, seriously. I had zero plans to steal her.
Yeah, it was straight-up an accident.

My mind suddenly flashes back to yesterday.

Even now, a whole day later, I can still feel her lips. If I close my eyes, her sexy expression pops right back up on the inside of my eyelids.

That was 100% cheating. No excuses, full-on NTR.

After that I just bolted without saying a word, so we didn’t even exchange a single sentence.

But since we’re in the same class, I’m gonna have to see her face whether I like it or not.
Look, speak of the devil—she just showed up.

“Sorry! Stuff happened at home and I got held up!”

The one who rushed into the classroom all flustered was Futaba Aoi.
Otaku-kun’s childhood friend, our classmate, and… yeah, the girl I NTR’d yesterday.

She walks over to Otaku-kun’s desk looking totally normal, puts her hands together, and apologizes.

“Sorry, I couldn’t make it to our meet-up on time!”

Nah, girl, that ain’t the thing you should be apologizing for.
This is NTR we’re talking about here. We full-on made out yesterday, remember?

If you’re gonna say sorry, apologize for getting stolen, not for being late. That’s where you start, right? That’s what being sincere looks like.

…Wait, am I the weird one for thinking that?

But because I was staring way too hard, she suddenly glances over at me and asks,

“Nedori-kun, what’s up? Is there something on my face?”

“Uh? Nah, nothing’s there. You look the same as always.”

“Oh, good!”

Good how?! Nothing about this is good, dude.
If anything it’s all problems and my head’s about to explode. If this wasn’t the classroom I probably would’ve lost it completely. Seeing her act so chill after what happened yesterday is honestly terrifying.

Like… we kissed and nothing’s changed? That’s messed up, right?

Wait… what if yesterday was all a dream?

I really hope that’s the case, but more than that, I feel bad for Otaku-kun. Being the only one who doesn’t know is just too cruel. That ain’t right.

…Not that I’m in any position to worry about him. Who the hell do I think I am?

Still, since he’s my best bud, I genuinely want him to be happy.

Haah… how am I even supposed to make up for this?
Would he forgive me if I gutted myself or something?
Nah, no way. My life ain’t worth that much.

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In the end, I didn’t say a single word to Futaba Aoi the whole day and just made it to after school.

I kept glancing her way a few times, but it’s like I wasn’t even in her field of vision. Our eyes never met once.

That part’s actually fine, but the real problem is that I don’t think I can handle days like this going on forever.

The feeling of her lips is still stuck in my head, and at the same time I feel so guilty toward Otaku-kun… it’s driving me insane.
Maybe I should just stop coming to school altogether?

While I was thinking crap like that on the way home,

“Uh?”

I spot a familiar figure as I pass by the park.
Sitting alone on a bench is Futaba Aoi.

Even though I saw her at school earlier, her silhouette right now looks insanely beautiful.

I can’t really put it into words, but… it’s like this intense pull just grabs my heart and won’t let go.
Guess I’m seriously falling for her, huh. I only just realized it again right now.

Wait, but didn’t she have tennis club practice today…?

While I’m wondering about that and walking closer, she suddenly looks up. The moment her eyes catch me, some kind of color sparks in them.

“You’re… Nedori-kun, right?”

“Uh? Yeah, that’s me.”

“Nedori… Ren-kun.”

“Yeah.”

She puts her hand on her chest and keeps repeating my name under her breath.
We’re classmates—she doesn’t need to double-check my name like that. What’s she even confirming?

While I’m thinking that, she stands up smoothly and grabs my hand.

Whoa, hold up—that’s not good.

My brain’s screaming it’s bad, but I don’t pull away. Then she checks again.

“Height 178 cm. Weight 62 kg. Blood type B. Birthday April 29th. That’s Nedori-kun, right?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Parents are business owners, started living alone when you entered high school, studies seriously every single day, and has that cool gap between how you look and how you actually are—right?”

“…Whether I’m cool or not depends on who you ask, but yeah, pretty much spot on.”

Wait, why does she know so much about me?
We’ve barely talked in class, right? Where’d she get all that info?

Even while I’m wondering, she never lets go of my hand. Actually, the longer it goes on, the tighter she squeezes, like she’s never gonna let me go.

“Why are you trying to pull away?”

I awkwardly shake her off a little because it’s getting too awkward, and her face instantly looks anxious.
Those teary eyes stare up at me and now I feel bad for letting go.

Her attitude is completely different from how she acts in class, but honestly that just makes my protective instincts go crazy.

“Uh… my nose was kinda itchy, that’s all.”

I make up a lame excuse because I can’t take it anymore.
She lets out a relieved breath and strokes her chest,

“I got really scared thinking maybe you hated me…”

While saying that, she grabs my right hand with both of hers this time.
She’s holding on so tight now I probably couldn’t shake her off even if I tried.

“I don’t hate you or anything.”

“Phew… good. So you don’t hate me!”

“Yeah, obviously—”

“Good… so you don’t hate me!”

The moment she says that, the light disappears from her eyes.
Those pitch-black pupils feel like they’re staring straight into an abyss and it sends a chill down my spine.

…Nah, must be my imagination. No way the center of the class girl would give me eyes that unhinged.
The sun’s setting and it’s getting dark, so it just looked that way. Yeah, that’s gotta be it.

After that we sat on the park bench and started talking. Nothing major—just basic self-introductions and stuff.

Since the class change was pretty recent, there’s still a ton we don’t know about each other, right?

Thanks to that, the conversation never really stopped.
Of course I was shocked by how different she was from the classroom version.
The polite speech especially threw me off—I legit thought she was a different person for a second.

But no matter how you look at it, that’s Futaba Aoi’s face, same hairstyle, wearing our school uniform, and there’s no way another girl this cute even exists.

So yeah, it’s definitely the same person. No way she’s someone else.

“The sun’s pretty much down. I should head home soon.”

I don’t wanna stay out too late.
I stand up while regretting how I lost track of time talking, and then—

“Uh?”

She grabs the hem of my shirt.
Then she tugs it hard and looks up at me with those puppy-dog eyes and says,

“Will I… be able to see you again tomorrow?”