I Reincarnated as a Mob Character in a Romcom Manga—After I Kept Comforting the Third “Fanservice” Heroine When She Got Dumped and Cried, I Feel Like She’s Started Directing Some Seriously Heavy Feelings at Me - Chapter 21 & 22

Chapter 21: The Fanservice Heroine Suddenly Turns Predatory

Crossing the line.

From that declaration alone, I could tell Chloe had panicked even more. The change in the air was obvious.

I gave a deliberate glance—just with my eyes—toward our backs.

As if perfectly timed with what I’d just said, behind us lay a narrow, dim space wedged between a storage shed and the school building. A place so dark and tucked away that no one’s eyes would ever reach it.

After burning that image into my mind, I returned my gaze to Chloe’s cute face.

Her slender shoulders, firmly trapped in my hands, twitched.

“Eh—!? W-Wait, Jeromiya…!?”

“What’re you freaking out for, you shameless girl? After saying all that stuff to lure me in, you really thought you could just laugh it off as a joke now?”

I deliberately let out a low, nasty chuckle, and this time, the fear showed clearly on Chloe’s face.

“Even a gloomy mob like me could drag you into the shadows by force if I really wanted to. Unlike Yaohara, I’m not some indecisive guy—and I’m no gentleman either. If I were the type who decided to do it and actually went through with it… what would you do then?”

When I spoke with as much menace in my voice as I could manage, Chloe dropped her gaze and began to tremble slightly.

Forgive me—

I apologized in my heart to Chloe as she showed that frightened expression.

That’s right. Chloe Mitsushima was the “fanservice” heroine in this romcom world, Schrödinger’s Love—the pushy, seductive type who kept throwing both soft and hard flirt tactics at the protagonist, Nayuta Yaohara, without holding back.

And on top of that, this was another iron rule of romcom worlds.

The more aggressively a heroine pushed, the weaker she became when someone pushed back just as hard.

Of course, I knew full well that Chloe had that exact weakness too. I’d read all the published volumes so far, after all. And since the protagonist, Nayuta Yaohara, was indecisive and spineless by nature, he had never once deliberately pushed back against Chloe.

Which meant that, for Chloe, what I’d just said and done was completely unheard of—

Something totally outside her expectations, and without a doubt, absolutely terrifying.

Sorry—

I apologized once again in my heart to Chloe, who was trembling slightly right in front of me.

If I kept letting her aggressive advances hit me like this, my self-control would probably wear down sooner or later, fraying to nothing.

If that someday meant I’d lose to my desires and end up doing something awful—something that would hurt this already heartbroken girl even more—then…

I needed her to understand this first. That I was, biologically speaking, a male. And that if I ever truly got serious, she wouldn’t be able to resist me properly at all.

Chloe stayed silent, still trembling, her head lowered.

Alright. This was probably enough.

This was the moment where I’d suddenly flip the mood with a stupid, awkward, “—Just kidding!”

I’d let go of her shoulders, then give a long, heartfelt lecture to this girl who’d be left blinking in shock.

—Listen carefully, Chloe Mitsushima. You get it now, right?

No matter how much of a mob I am, I’m still a man. There’s a clear difference between us in strength and build. That’s exactly why taking your teasing too far isn’t good—really not good. Even my self-control has its limits.

So from now on, you should seriously refrain from making suggestive advances toward a guy you’re not even dating yet—doing things that get him all worked up and give him the wrong idea…

“…Mm. That’s fine.”

Out of nowhere, that voice slipped from Chloe’s lips, and everything I’d been about to unleash in my long lecture blew straight out of my head.

Huh?

When I looked at her, Chloe moved her tightly pressed, peach-colored lips, her face set like she’d already made up her mind.

“It’s fine. If you’re really up for it, Jeromiya, then let’s do it right now. Come on—over here.”

Huh? Huhh? Huhhh?

I tilted my head left and right three times in a row.

Huhhhh? What was with that expression—and what exactly did she mean by “do it”?

Before I could process the meaning of her words, my mind went completely blank—

And then, suddenly, Chloe’s hand reached out and grabbed my right wrist.

She pulled me straight into the shadowy gap between the school building and the storage shed.

What was she planning to do after dragging me into a place this dark?

Surely we weren’t about to play hopscotch behind a warehouse like elementary kids, even now that we were high schoolers.

While I stood there, confused—thud—

Chloe tossed the schoolbag hanging from her shoulder onto the ground and turned to face me.

Right in front of my dumbfounded eyes.

She took a small breath in through her nose, then slowly reached up and placed her hand on my cheek. She closed her eyes, stretched up on her toes, and brought those cherry-pink lips closer and closer to mine.

“W-Hyaa!?”

I let out a shriek that sounded more like a panicked diva than a guy and twisted my body away on pure reflex.

“W-Wait, wait, wait—Chloe!? What are you doing!? Seriously, what are you doing!?”

“…What are you freaking out for? You’re the one who said it, weren’t you? That you’re a man too.”

As she said that, Chloe slid her left hand behind my neck and leaned in again.

Panicking, I thrust my right hand out to push her away and put some distance between us—

And, like some kind of cursed romcom law, my aim went completely off.

Instead of pushing her back, my hand landed squarely on her chest.

In an instant, I felt the rough fabric of her bra—and beneath it, an unbelievable softness that sent my brain into total chaos. A completely unhinged scream burst out of me.

“Ac—!? S-Sorry! I swear that was an accident—!”

“Heh… so even you get worked up after all, huh, Jeromiya? Come on, don’t freeze up now. If we keep standing around like this, someone’s gonna show up.”

“T-That really was an accident! A-And that whole ‘I’m a man too’ thing earlier was just an act to stop you, I swear—!”

The very next moment, Chloe did something so sudden that my mind couldn’t keep up.

Her movement was quick—almost electric—and before I could react, Chloe’s right hand shot out and grabbed the crotch of my uniform trousers.

I froze solid.

When I looked up, Chloe Mitsushima, still clutching my vital spot, broke into a grin. After that, she let out a hot, breathy sigh, and her expression melted.

“Ahaha… what part of this looks like acting? Jeromiya, you’re completely turned on by me—you’re rock hard. Aaah… what do I do? This makes me really happy. Like—really happy…”

Chapter 22: The Fanservice Heroine Comes Back to Her Senses

“W-What!?”

For a split second, my mind went completely blank.

That’s right—this world was still, at its core, a romcom world. Even if there were daring fanservice moments, it was never supposed to cross into anything too real or raw between a guy and a girl.

That was what I believed.

What I’d grown complacent about.

Which was why Chloe Mitsushima’s sudden move felt like a sharp stab straight to my heart. I froze, genuinely at a loss for words.

While I stood there unable to say anything, Chloe looked up at me with half-lidded eyes, her expression soft, hazy, and dangerously alluring. Her hand traced over my crotch in a way that made her intention unmistakably clear.

That alone sent a jolt through me—from my spine all the way down—pure instinct screaming in alarm.

“So? Is this still ‘acting’? Or is this just a man’s instincts leaking out no matter how hard he tries to hide them? Either way, it’s fine. If it happens, it’s all the same, right?”

“C-Ch-Chloe!? Y-You—what do you think you’re doing!?”

“…Hey, Jeromiya. You do get it, right? I already got dumped by Yaohara once.”

As she said that, Chloe’s grip shifted—deliberate and slow, like she was turning a doorknob.

I let out an involuntary groan.

She leaned close to my ear, her breath warm, her eyes clouded and unfocused—and for some reason, she was smiling faintly.

“Which means I already died once.”

Chloe said it calmly.

“Jeromiya, you almost died from illness too, right? You know how it is. Once you’ve faced death once… there’s nothing left to be scared of.”

“H-Hey, Chloe! T-That hurts—!”

“I wouldn’t regret it at all if my first time were with you, Jeromiya. Sure, I haven’t completely let go of Yaohara yet, but… you’re kind. I’m sure you’d overwrite him. You’d make me forget him, right…?”

“A—!? I-I—gh…!”

Her grip tightened like a vise around my vital spot, and a cry slipped out of me.

My body locked up, excitement completely drowned out by pain and fear instead. Cold sweat seeped out and slid down my temple.

I was shaking, my face twisted in agony—

And Chloe was looking down at me with an expression so blissful it almost didn’t feel real.

…Who was this?

Who was the woman standing in front of me right now?

I didn’t know this Chloe Mitsushima.

She wasn’t supposed to wear a smile like that—something so dangerously seductive, like a succubus, almost unreal.

She was supposed to be the fanservice heroine.

The kind whose bold, teasing advances were just part of the game—moves meant to win over the protagonist.

The real Chloe Mitsushima was surprisingly pure. Straightforward. Earnest.

She was supposed to be the kind of girl who couldn’t let go of heartbreak so easily.

So what was this look?

That face melted by desire and heat.

Those eyes fixed on me—fully aroused, unmistakably female, far too intense, far too hungry.

What in the world had happened to her…?

“Jeromiyaaa… it’s fine if you think of me as some shameless girl now. I want you—right here, right now. And you want me too, don’t you? I can tell… everything about you is saying so.”

“Augh…! C-Chloe, no—this is bad, absolutely bad…! T-This isn’t like you at all…!”

“How is it not me? I’m just doing things my way. I use whatever I can to get what I want—that’s always been my style. Come on, war buddy… let’s cross that line together…”

Chloe’s lips slowly moved closer to my face, slick with cold sweat.

A strange mix of excitement, fear toward my favorite heroine who’d suddenly changed into something else entirely, and an overwhelming, suffocating presence crashed over me all at once. It felt like my mind was about to snap.

The fear of being overwhelmed—

That helpless, crushing sense of despair was the only way to describe it.

Even so, I turned my face away from Chloe drawing closer and struggled desperately to resist.

No—this was wrong. Absolutely wrong. Not like this.

Just as tears threatened to well up and I gathered myself for one last attempt to fight back—

“Yaohara-kun, are you stuck with make-up exams again? You promised we’d walk home together today because you said you had something important to talk about, didn’t you?”

—At that voice, both Chloe and I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Sigh… you really are hopeless. And make-up exams in both science and English? I suppose I should be grateful that at least you barely avoided failing math, after I spent all that time tutoring you…”

Miyuki Hitotsuba’s voice—

Chloe seemed to recognize it at the exact same moment I did.

From Chloe’s eyes, which had been clouded with heat and desire, the madness drained away as if the tide itself were pulling back.

At the same time, the strength vanished from her hand, and it dropped limply downward.

“Honestly… you really are hopeless. Completely hopeless. Making a girl wait this long and thinking you can settle it with just a phone call—if it were anyone but me, you’d be ignored starting tomorrow. Seriously… why do I even bother with someone like you…”

There, Hitotsuba’s voice suddenly trailed off.

A brief pause followed, like she was about to say something important—

But in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Instead, an awkward, vague cough came through the line.

“…What? That was nothing. Don’t read too much into it—it’s really annoying. …Yeah, yeah, fine, I get it. But you will make it up to me properly another day, okay? That’s settled. Bye.”

With that, Hitotsuba ended the call.

She let out a long sigh, then muttered a few quiet words under her breath—

So small and bitter they barely carried any sound at all.

“…Seriously… that idiot. He said he was going to finally tell me ‘I like you’ today… I knew it. I knew that’s what he meant…”

The moment Chloe heard that, her eyes shook as if she’d been struck by something heavy.

At the same time, all the strength drained from her body, and she slowly collapsed right there.

I panicked and tried to catch her with both hands—but it was like all the bones in her body had turned to jelly, and I couldn’t stop us from sinking down to the ground.

In the end, I had no choice but to sit down as well, still holding onto her.

Tap tap tap…

I could hear Hitotsuba’s footsteps as she walked away.

Almost at the same time, Chloe’s eyes began to fill with tears.

…Poor thing.

After everything she’d been put through, that was the only thought that surfaced in my mind.

Bracing myself for the tears that were about to come, I gently wrapped both arms around her back and slowly rubbed it, over and over, as softly as I could.

“Jero…miya. Jeromiya…”

“Yeah.”

“Jeromiya, I’m sorry—sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…”

“It’s fine. I’m not mad. I was just a little surprised, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I—I did something awful to you… Ah, this is the worst. I really am terrible… I knew it, I’m just trash, a slut…”

“No. That’s not true. Chloe isn’t that kind of person. I know that for sure.”

“No, no, that’s not it, Jeromiya. I really thought of you as my war buddy. I tried to. I really did… and yet…!”

Hic—hic—Her sobbing breaths hit my ears.

“I—I heard Hitotsuba-san’s voice, and right away I remembered Yaohara’s face. I remembered that I loved Yaohara… that I really loved him. Even while I was doing all that with you, Jeromiya… I thought I was done. I thought I’d move on. I thought I’d finally let go…!”

“…Like hell you can just move on that easily. I still haven’t even eaten the omurice you made for me yet, you know.”

I said it bluntly, rubbing her back.

“Seriously… what were you thinking, war buddy. I’m a guy who knows more than just your measurements—I even know what you and Yaohara were up to in the infirmary. And I also know this about you: you’re not the type who can force yourself to act grown-up like that. You can’t just forget the person you loved so easily. You’re earnest, single-minded, and way more pure than you think… I know that.”

I tightened my arms around, holding her a little closer.

“So that’s enough. Don’t do something reckless like earlier ever again. You don’t need to force some kind of connection like that. Even if you got dumped by a guy and ended up depressed, emotionally unstable—crying one moment, breaking down the next, suddenly acting shameless out of nowhere—someone who’s this messed up…”

I rubbed her back gently.

“Even I wouldn’t just leave you behind and walk away.”

Those words finally made Chloe’s emotions explode.

“Waaah—!”

Just like behind the school building that day, her crying shook everything around us as she wailed at the top of her lungs.

Good grief.

She really was emotionally all over the place.

Someone this helpless—there was no way anyone could just leave her alone, even if it wasn’t me.

Honestly, she didn’t need to try using seduction on me of all people.

She really didn’t.

Just staying by my side and laughing carelessly like that—that alone would’ve been more than enough.

She looked so confident on the outside, but deep down, she couldn’t truly believe in her own worth beyond her looks.

That weakness of hers—I’d already noticed it a long time ago.

After that, Chloe’s tears didn’t stop for a good ten minutes.

While vaguely thinking about how the shoulder of my uniform was getting soaked with her tears and snot, I still didn’t let go of her slender body.

I just kept holding her, the whole time.