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 41 & 42

Chapter 41: The Fanservice Heroine Turns into a Beast

“Mmnn—!?”

I screamed inside my head at the sudden turn of events.

In the meantime, her tongue went wild, ruthlessly invading my mouth. She sucked up saliva with suction power that would’ve made a Dyson vacuum cry in defeat, grinding her nose hard against mine as if she meant to rub it off entirely.

There was absolutely no way this could be considered a “normal greeting” in her home country.

That ravenous, all-consuming kiss set my brain ablaze.

Just as I started running out of air—and nearly passed out in a very different sense—Chloe finally pulled her tongue from my mouth.

“Haa… haa…”

Her rough, noisy breathing echoed around us as she grabbed my cheeks with both hands.

“…It tastes like blood.”

Those muttered words—something only a wild beast could say—made my heart pound so hard it felt like it might give out.

Right after that, all the strength drained from her body, and she collapsed heavily onto me.

“H-Hey, Chloe…!?”

“Thank goodness… thank goodness… Jeromiya’s alive, thank goodness…!!”

As she said that, she pressed her head hard against my bandage-covered cheek, grinding into it again and again.

“Thank goodness… finally, finally, I got to kiss the person I love…! I’d been dreaming about it for so long…!! And the fact that it was you, Jeromiya— I’m really, really glad…!!”

—Her voice shook as she spoke through tears, and all of a sudden, I felt like I understood everything.

Why I’d handed her a handkerchief that day and tried to comfort her.
Why I kept wanting to stay with her, even though she cried without warning, suddenly got horny, and was an emotional mess that never felt stable.
Why just seeing the handkerchief she dropped made me uneasy, and why I ran off without telling even Nayuta Yaohara—the protagonist—about it.
Why, even while getting beaten to hell, I crawled across the floor, pulled her close, and tried to protect her from the filthy intent that wanted to defile her.

The answer felt like it had always been just one thing.

No—maybe that wasn’t quite right.

Before my head could even put it into words, my heart had already understood it.

Even now, as she clung tightly to my whole body, my heart remained strangely calm—and it was that calmness that realized the truth first.

Ah—yeah. This was it. This had to be it.

Even without anyone pointing it out.
Even without anyone explaining it.

I understood.

It wasn’t excitement.
It wasn’t panic.
It wasn’t confusion.

It was a feeling so incredibly gentle and calm, like warmth flowing straight through my skin into my body—so soothing it almost made me sleepy.

A deep, bottomless sense of relief that made me want to keep touching this person with my whole body forever.

A feeling that let me believe—without even a shred of doubt—that even though we came from completely different births, upbringings, and lives… right now, we were truly sharing the same feeling.

Thinking that made something inside me swell unbearably, and before I realized it, I wrapped my arms around her back and gently stroked her small frame.

“Yeah… sorry for making you worry, war buddy. I’m alive. Want to listen to my heartbeat, just to be sure?”

“Nope. I don’t need to. I can feel it because you’re holding me. Thump-thump. I can feel it even through my boobs—”

Saying that in a trembling voice, she pulled her face away from my cheek. 

Wrinkles formed at the corners of her eyes where tears still lingered, and she broke into a wide grin.

“Jeromiya.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for saving me.”

“Well… I’m not sure I actually saved you. You were the one who wiped them all out in the end—”

“What are you saying? You tried to save me, didn’t you? And you even said it… that you were mine now.”

At that, her eyes grew wet again, and she pressed her head back against my cheek, rubbing against it once more.

“Seriously… why didn’t I fall for you sooner? A guy this good—there’s no way you’d find another one like you anywhere in the world…”

“Hey, hey, that’s exaggerating. You’re the best woman in the world.”

“Exactly. I’m the best woman in the world. Which means the man I fall for is the best in the world. So that makes you the greatest, number-one man on the planet.”

With that, she pulled her face away from mine, her cheeks bright red as she let out an embarrassed little hehe~.

Ah—this is bad.

Right now, I felt unbelievably, insanely happy.

So happy it almost made me dizzy.

Even if my heart condition had been completely cured back in my previous life, I doubted I’d ever felt anything like this.

This—yeah, this was probably what it meant to be happy when you fall in love with someone.

As I soaked in that strange, overwhelming happiness, she smiled softly and poked the tip of my nose with her index finger.

Taking that as a cue to return the favor, I placed my hand on her cheek and gently stroked her smooth skin with my thumb.

That was all it took.

Just that—and yet, the happiness swelling in my chest was so strong it almost made me want to cry.

“Jeromiyaaa, we’re on a hospital bed and all, but… wanna go all the way today? Honestly, it’d be my first time, but I’m totally fine with it. I don’t even care if your little sister or the nurses see us. Since you can’t move, I’ll do all the hip work for you—full power, okay?”

“Idiot, what kind of nonsense are you saying? This is a hospital. The doctor would lose it. And you’re supposed to take care of a patient, not straddle him.”

“They say it’s hotter when someone’s watching, right? I mean, come on—let’s just show them the power of our love.”

“H-Hey, knock it off. That’s exactly why people call you names. I don’t mind, but don’t say stuff like that to other people, got it?”

“I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t. There’s no way I’d say things like this to anyone else. You’re special, Jeromiya.”

“More importantly, get off me already. Seriously. I can’t breathe when you’re on top of me. You’re… heavy in a lot of ways.”

“Nope~ not happening. I’m never letting go. I’m staying right here with you, flirting until the world ends. If I’m too heavy, do you want to be on top instead?”

“No thanks, I’ll pass. Besides, you being heavy in all the right places is what makes you cute. If I got on top, there’s no way I’d keep my self-control—and if that got seen, I’d end up dragged off to the police hospital right along with you…”

“Hahaha.”

That was the moment Chloe and I laughed together, our noses almost touching—

“So… I did say what’s acceptable for a patient in a hospital room, didn’t I?”

—Out of nowhere, my little sister Eru’s voice cut in, and I jolted upright on the bed with Chloe still on top of me.

Eru was standing at the entrance to the hospital room, twisting her cute face to its absolute limit while gnawing aggressively on her thumbnail.

“WOSS (I liked Onii-sama first)… WOSS (I liked Onii-sama first)… WOSS (I liked Onii-sama first)…”

“E-Eru…!? T-This isn’t what it looks like! We just—uh—got a little carried away, that’s all…!”

“Oh my, Eru-chan. Thanks for being considerate and leaving us alone earlier—but sorry, you’re too late now. Jeromiya’s first kiss with me tasted like blood ♪”

Chu~

Chloe made a loud lip-smacking sound and even winked at Eru.

“—!?”

Eru’s face instantly drained of color at the exact same time mine did.

“H-HYiiiii—!! FILTHY!! ONII-SAMA IS FILTHY!! Getting happily devoured by some slutty bitch on a hospital bed of all places!! Gross, gross!! Just like the last Crown Prince—Aisin-Gioro Puyi—disgusting!!”

“D-Don’t phrase it like I’m the little brother of the first emperor of Manchukuo!! And more importantly—where are you even learning all this random Meiji-to-prewar history stuff!?”

“‘We, upon reflection, believe that Our Imperial Ancestors founded the nation on a grand scale and established virtue deep and strong. Our subjects, loyal and filial, united in heart and mind, have carried on this beauty from generation to generation. This is the essence of Our national polity and the true source of education. You, Our subjects, be filial to your parents, affectionate to your siblings, harmonious as husband and wife, and trustworthy among friends—’ …!!”

“G-GYAAAAAA—!! S-Stop it!! Don’t chant the Imperial Rescript on Education at me!! Guhhh—no, no, STOOOOOOOOOP!!”

And so, until the head nurse came rushing in and firmly told us to “keep it down in the hospital,”

I continued to suffer relentless mental damage from Eru chanting the Imperial Rescript at full power.

Chapter 42: The Fanservice Heroine with Heavy Feelings

“Mornin’, Jeromiya! Long time no see! Thanks for your hard work during your three-day sentence—welcome back to society!”

On my way to school, Chloe Mitsushima spotted me and came running over. Then she suddenly spread her legs wide and bowed deeply toward me, like some kind of ex-con greeting.

I scratched my cheek with my right hand—still wrapped in bandages.

“…Don’t talk about my discharge like I just got released on parole. Where did you even pick that up?”

“Nfufu~. But hey, whether it’s discharge or release, it’s still something worth celebrating, right? I’m just happy I get to flirt with you again on the way to school, Jeromiya.”

As she said that, she smoothly—way too smoothly—latched onto my left arm.

Before I could even react, my arm was sandwiched right between her national-treasure-class pair of boobs, and I panicked for a second.

But at the same time, a deep sense of satisfaction welled up inside me.

I’d finally crawled my way out of that hospital I never wanted to return to—and come back to this bright, sunlit world where she was.

Drunk on the comfort of having my normal life back, I quietly stared at her as she leaned her head against my shoulder, smiling happily.

“Hehehe… Jeromiya, your arm’s kinda thick, huh. And it’s all hard and bumpy too. It really feels like a proper guy’s arm…”

Yeah… she really was ridiculously cute.

The fact that someone like her had once been a “losing heroine” who got rejected—who in the world would ever believe that?

She shone with so much charm it almost hurt to look at her, and yet… somehow, someone this amazing was right here by my side.

Everything about it felt unreal, like miracle coincidences piled on top of each other.

Lost in thought over the situation I’d found myself in, I stayed quiet for a while.

Maybe she found that silence strange, because she looked up at my face, studying me with just her eyes.

“Hm? What is it, Jeromiya? Is there something on my face?”

“No, nothing like that. I was just thinking you’re really cute, so I was staring…”

The honest thought slipped out far too naturally.

In an instant, her pale skin flushed bright red.

At the same time—ah, crap—I realized what I’d just said, and my own face heated up too.

“Wha—!? W-What was that all of a sudden!? You just say stuff like that so smoothly—so cheesy!!”

“Ah—no, uh… I mean, it wasn’t a joke, but—! I-It was just hype! Hype talk! Just lip service to celebrate you welcoming me back after getting discharged! Why are you the one blushing so hard!?”

When I raised my voice a little, she turned even redder, let go of my arm, and covered her mouth with her right hand—clearly flustered.

“J-Jeromiya, you seriously didn’t get beaten so badly that you broke your head, did you!? Shouldn’t you still be in the hospital!? You were never the type to casually say stuff like that!!”

“H-Hey, don’t treat me like I’m mentally unstable! The tests said my brain was totally fine! A-And you’re the one blushing like crazy! You’re used to getting compliments at this level, aren’t you!?”

“I-I’m not used to it at all!! You’re only the second person I’ve ever liked, Jeromiya! A-And Yaohara was, well… he never said things like that so directly…!”

Seeing Chloe turn bright red and look away, I let out a small groan.

…Yeah.

She really did like me.

The moment that thought hit me, my blood pressure shot up even more, and I fell silent.

For a while, we just stood there on the way to school, heads lowered, not saying a word.

Passing classmates kept shooting us curious looks as they walked by.

Crap, I have to say something, I thought.

After desperately searching for words, I finally blurted out something painfully uncool.

“W-Well, um… I mean… It’s true that I think you’re cute, okay? I just don’t usually say it because it’s embarrassing…”

“T-That’s enough!! You don’t have to say anything more!!”

Thump.

She punched my chest with her fist.

“G-Geez!! Jeromiya, that’s exactly your problem! The weight of words is totally different depending on whether they’re said to someone you don’t care about or someone you do like! Y-You really need to learn that already! At this rate, you’re gonna make a ton of girls cry someday, you know!?”

“T-There’s no way I’d ever make any girl other than you cry! No one else would ever like some gloomy mob guy like me in the first place!! You’re the only one who puts up with me!!”

“T-That’s exactly what I’m talking about!! That kind of wording is the worst! ‘You’re the only one’ and stuff like that—H-Hey, just how much do you even like me!?”

“Ugh—!? …Alright, enough! This topic’s over! We’re gonna be late, so let’s go!!”

I started walking off quickly—and immediately felt something tug on the hem of my uniform.

Just like that, I kept walking while my uniform was being held, and Chloe followed behind me, gripping it tightly, her face completely red.

The sight of the two of us like that only made our classmates stare harder, their expressions filled with curiosity and confusion.

After walking a bit, we finally reached the school gate.

“Naa-kun, your bedhead’s awful today, you know? You were up late gaming again, weren’t you?”

—All of a sudden, a voice I’d grown very used to over the past three weeks reached our ears.

Chloe and I lifted our faces at the same time.

“Kana, I tell you this every time—I’m not some game-addicted shut-in, okay? You’re my childhood friend, you should know that. Last night, I voluntarily studied all the way until 2 a.m. Pretty impressive, right?”

“That ‘studying’ was just you cramming so you wouldn’t fail the make-up exam and get held back, wasn’t it? sigh Yaohara-kun, you’re really amazing at talking up your garbage self like you’re some outstanding person…”

“Wha—!? G-Garbage!? What the hell, Hitotsuba!? Yeah, okay, I did get stuck with a make-up exam, but don’t you think that wording’s a bit too harsh!?”

“What’s wrong with calling garbage ‘garbage’? Didn’t Shakespeare say that even if you change a flower’s name, its scent stays the same?”

“Hahaha, Miyuki-chan. Naa-kun doesn’t have the education for Shakespeare—he’s never read him, so that probably went right over his head.”

“H-Hey, Kana, you too!? Don’t treat me like an idiot! I’ve totally skimmed Shakespeare before! I-I just… can’t quite remember the name of the guy who wrote it, that’s all…!!”

In this rom-com manga world—Schrödinger’s Love—the protagonist, Nayuta Yaohara, was flanked on both sides by the heroines Miyuki Hitotsuba and Kanade Nikaido, the two of them, as usual, engaging him in their classic married-couple-style banter.

Something made me pause, and when I glanced back, just as I expected—

Chloe was staring at them… before quietly lowering her gaze.

Once upon a time, Chloe Mitsushima had stood right there with them.

As the fanservice heroine, she’d repeatedly thrown herself at Nayuta Yaohara with every seductive trick she had.

No matter how much she’d come to like me now, it seemed this rom-com world wasn’t about to let go of a former losing heroine so easily.

Maybe it was unfair.
Maybe it was cruel.

But the fact that she still hadn’t completely cut off her lingering feelings for the protagonist—

That too was probably the so-called “forced pull” of a rom-com manga world.

…Poor thing.

The thought almost slipped out—but I shook my head inside.

No.

I wasn’t here to pity her.

I needed to encourage her.

That was my role—my job—as her war buddy.

With that thought, I moved on instinct and took Chloe’s left hand with my bandage-wrapped right one.

“H—!”

She looked up, startled, and met my eyes.

“Eh—Jeromiya…?”

“Hey, Chloe. What’s with that face like ‘I’m the third losing heroine’ or something? That expression doesn’t suit you at all—so don’t ever make it again, okay?”

My face was burning red, but I desperately tried to cheer her up.

“And besides—look. Showing everyone just how happy we are right now… that’s our fight. Right, war buddy?”

She stared at me in shock.

It took a few seconds—but slowly, little by little, her face turned a soft cherry pink.

I’d said my piece and, overwhelmed by embarrassment, turned my face away.

In response—

She broke into a huge smile.

“Yeah—yeah! That’s right, it is! I’m Jeromiya’s war buddy now! Sorry, sorry—I totally forgot!!”

Tight.

She threaded her fingers around my right hand and squeezed it back.

Maybe she noticed how sweaty my hand was, because she gave me a mischievous grin—the kind that perfectly fit a fanservice heroine—and let out a sly nihihi laugh.

“Jeromiya〜”

“…What?”

“I like you.”

“Yeah.”

“I looove you.”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Like-like-love-you-so-much, super-duper love you.”

“R-Right.”

“When we grow up, let’s get married?”

“U-Um… yeah. Sounds good.”

“Eh, seriously? You’re okay with that?”

“More than okay. I want that.”

“You know I’m really heavy, right?”

“I found that out when you piled on me in the hospital.”

“I don’t mean my weight or my boobs.”

“I know. Your love’s heavier than any number on a scale.”

“So heavy it’ll probably give you stiff shoulders.”

“Don’t say it like you’re talking about boobs.”

“Can you carry me—boobs and all?”

“I’ll start training.”

“Ahaha… that makes me happy.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“Oh, and… do you want to squeeze my boobs?”

“Don’t slip sexual harassment into the conversation.”

“Ohhh, so you do want to squeeze them.”

“Don’t decide that on your own.”

“You don’t want to?”

“…If the chance comes up, I’d love to.”

“Nfufu, very honest—my future husband.”

She leaned her head against my right shoulder and smiled, completely content.

“Don’t worry, okay? Before I become your wife, I’ll let you squeeze my boobs plenty someday—”

Wearing a smile that was equal parts happiness—and even more boobs—Chloe Mitsushima’s love felt especially heavy in my arms.

And just like that, the two of us passed through the school gate together.

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