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 69 & 70

Chapter 69: The Gloomy Mob Fighting His Own Desires

After getting completely wrecked by Chloe in that one-sided sparring match, I excused myself from Master Malenkov and headed to the restroom.

I didn’t even really need to pee, but I used the toilet anyway.
Then I washed my hands and splashed some water on my face.

After that, I looked at myself in the dojo’s old, worn-out mirror.

My face… well, instead of calling it plain, I guess you could say it’s fairly decent.

But it lacks any real sharp features, and the muscles in my face aren’t very expressive either.

The overall result?

Yeah… it screams gloomy background mob.

My black hair had never been dyed even once since the day I was born.

Rather than looking glossy or stylish, it just gave off a heavy, dull impression.

Honestly, I couldn’t see a single reason why someone flashy—someone who looked like the human embodiment of glamour like Chloe Mitsushima—would ever take a liking to a guy like me.

And yet—

Chloe says she likes me.

Why?

Just because I happened to be kind to her when she was feeling down after getting rejected?

Was that really enough for someone who’s basically a nationwide idol to guys all over Japan to fall for me?

Is something like that even allowed to happen?

Is it even possible?

…I honestly have no idea.

What reason could there possibly be for a guy like me to deserve this kind of luck?

Because I was seriously ill in my previous life?

No… that can’t be it.

There are countless people in the world suffering from serious illnesses.

Even in this world, there must be people right now fighting diseases, not even knowing if they’ll still be alive tomorrow.

Do all of them get reincarnated somewhere after they die and end up with a destiny where a cute girl like Chloe Mitsushima falls in love with them?

That’s ridiculous.

There’s no way something that absurd could happen.

And yet… somehow I alone ended up walking down a path that feels like a special privilege.

No matter how many times I looked back at my own face in the mirror—

I still couldn’t figure out why.

While staring at my unimpressive reflection—

Without learning my lesson at all, Chloe’s face floated into my mind again.

Her smiling face.

Her crying face.

Her angry face.

Thinking about it… in just about one short month, I had already seen so many different expressions from her.

The currently trending high school gravure queen.

A confident girl who boldly calls herself “the best woman in the world.”

A super popular girl with more friends than anyone could count.

But at the same time—

She was someone who couldn’t believe in her own charm beyond her appearance.

Someone who could only approach men by aggressively showing off her feminine body.

Someone with a surprisingly fragile side.

When that flashy mask peeled away, her weak true self appeared immediately—

She would panic, desperately try to cover it up, lose confidence…

…And eventually end up crouching down and crying.

Someone who had been forced to run down a path where there was no way to win—pushed forward by the so-called “rules of the rom-com world.”

Someone who had been made to play the fool over and over again…

Only to be handed a one-sided defeat in the end.

Once she fell in love, she couldn’t hold herself back anymore.

Sometimes she would lose control and do something completely outrageous…

And then later, once she came back to her senses, she’d be shocked at herself and start crying.

In other words—

A girl who was unbelievably intense…

And honestly, kind of a huge handful.

While I was thinking about all that, my heart suddenly started pounding again.

At this point, instead of confusion, it was just plain annoying.

I turned the faucet all the way open and splashed water on my face.

Splash. Splash.

Over and over again, making loud sounds with the water—almost like I was trying to drown out the noise of my own heartbeat.

And yet…

My racing heart still wouldn’t calm down.

No—if anything, the more I tried to ignore it, the more different expressions of her kept flooding into my mind.

And every time they did, my heart started beating even faster.

Until recently, whenever I was with her, I felt this strange comfort—so relaxing that it almost made me sleepy.

But what I was feeling now was the complete opposite.

It was restless. Irritating. Like my nerves were being shaken and stirred nonstop.

An uncomfortable, restless feeling that refused to go away.

…Desire.

This had to be desire.

I rubbed my face again and again, hoping the water would wash even that away.

Yeah.

This is definitely because I’ve been thinking about her boobs way too much, and my brain has started short-circuiting because of it.

It’s because I touched them with my bare hands, got shown those gravure photos, and almost got buried under them during that kesa-gatame hold.

That’s why my libido is running wild.

If that weren’t the case, there’s no way my heart would be pounding this hard.

This whole thing… it’s nothing but filthy desire.

Do you really think you can stand next to someone who shines that brightly while you’re covered in such dirty desires?

You want to get closer to her.

You want to touch her.

You even want to become one with her—

How long can you stay by her side while being terrified of those one-sided physical urges?

No matter how many times I tried to lecture myself, my heartbeat refused to calm down.

In the end, I wiped my face roughly with the sleeve of my gi and stepped out of the restroom.

When I returned to the dojo—

Chloe was in the middle of stretching while Master Malenkov pushed on her back to help.

She had her legs spread a full 180 degrees, her upper body pressed flat against the mat.

The sight of them training together was almost surreal.

Master Malenkov, a gigantic mountain of muscle…

And Chloe, who looked like a doll everywhere except for a certain very obvious part of her body.

Watching the two of them train side by side gave off serious “Beauty and the Beast” vibes.

“…Whoa,” I muttered under my breath, impressed by the bizarre scene.

“Hmm… I guess I’ve gotten a little stiff since I haven’t trained in a while… Oh, Jeromiya, welcome back!”

She smiled brightly from the mat.

It was a dazzling smile—so charming it almost felt unfair.

And the fact that that smile was directed at me, of all people, sent a wave of emotion through my chest.

The desires I had supposedly washed away with water earlier started swelling again, rising up inside me.

My heart began pounding noisily once more.

After standing there with my heart racing for a while—

Suddenly, the whole situation started to feel ridiculous.

“…Haa.”

I let out a long sigh.

“Huh? Jeromiya, what’s wrong? Why are you making that scary face—?”

Honestly, I was already exhausted.

Every time she entered my field of vision…

Every time that smile of hers appeared in my mind…

I felt myself getting messed up again.

And it disgusted me.

Wanting to be closer to her.

Wanting to be more intimate with her.

Wanting to be with her even more—

I hated these desires inside me that kept thinking about nothing but that.

Just the other day I had touched her soft chest with my bare hands.

I had enjoyed that scent as much as I wanted.

And now here I was, remembering things like that and getting excited all by myself.

It was so stupid.

Enough already, desire.

I’m not going to let you control me.

No matter how much you crawl around inside my body and try to mess with my head—

I’m not losing to you.

I walked over and stood in front of the dojo wall, which looked like it was made of solid mortar.

“Haaah…”

I let out a huge breath.

Behind me, I could feel their eyes watching curiously—wondering what exactly I was about to do.

After closing my eyes for a moment to gather my thoughts—

I suddenly snapped my eyes open.

Don’t mess with me, you filthy desires trying to control me.

No matter how much you make my heart race, I’m not losing to you.

Yeah. I’m not losing.

If I lose to something like this, what kind of man would that make me?

Even if I get forced to grab boobs.

Even if boobs get shoved right into my face—

I won’t lose.

Not to desire.

Not to lust.

And definitely not to Chloe Mitsushima’s boobs.

I won’t—

I won’t lose to boobs—!!

“GET OUT OF HEREEEEEEE—!! WORLDLY DESIIIIIIRE—!!”

With that incredibly lame battle cry—

I slammed my forehead straight into the dojo wall.

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Chapter 70: The Gloomy Mob Whose Talent Gets Discovered

“GET OUT OF HEREEEEEEE—!! WORLDLY DESIIIIIIRE—!!”

The moment I shouted that incredibly lame line—

Something strange suddenly rushed through my entire body.

It felt like an unknown shock wave ran through me, as if every cell in my body had suddenly come alive and started vibrating with energy.

At the same time, blue-white sparks flashed across my vision—

BOOM!!

With a loud crash, my skull slammed straight into the dojo wall.

The next moment, I braced myself.

I expected unbearable pain to hit me immediately.

But—

For some reason, I didn’t feel even the slightest bit of pain.

Instead, I felt something… strange.

It felt like my skull had pushed into the wall itself, almost as if it had pierced into the hard mortar or concrete.

Then—

Creeeak…

I thought I heard the wall making a disturbing cracking sound.

Surprised, I slowly opened the eyes I had squeezed shut.

Right in front of me, on the dojo wall that had been painted pure white—

There was a crack.

A crack shaped almost like a burst of sparks.

“Huh…?” I tilted my head in confusion.

“Was that crack there before…?”

As I stared at it, tiny grains of sand began to fall from the crack, sprinkling down onto the dojo floor.

Unbelievably—

It looked like the crack had just been made right now.

“No way…”

I stared at the impossible sight, completely baffled.

Don’t tell me—

Did I make that crack?

Did I really just smash this thick wall with my forehead?

I mean, sure, this world sometimes feels like a manga world…

But something this ridiculous—something straight out of a manga—

There’s no way that could actually happen… right?

“W-Whaaaat…!? T-The wall cracked!?”

At that moment, a completely bewildered voice rang out from behind me.

I turned around.

Behind me, still frozen in the middle of her stretching pose, Chloe was staring at me with wide eyes.

Beside her, Master Malenkov also had his eyes widened in shock.

Chloe quickly stood up and hurried over to me.

“J-Jeromiya!? What the heck are you doing!?”

“Huh? W-What do you mean, what am I doing…?”

“Forget that—your head! Is your head okay!? You seriously smashed the wall with a headbutt! Hold on, let me see!!”

Before I could react, she pushed aside my bangs with her hand and leaned in close to examine my forehead.

Being touched on the face with her bare hand caught me off guard, but I stayed still and let her check.

After staring closely for a moment, Chloe looked back up at my face.

“…I can’t believe it. Jeromiya, are you really okay?”

“Y-Yeah… I don’t feel any pain, and my head feels perfectly clear…”

“N-No way… Jeromiya, do you even realize what you just did? Look at this wall! You cracked it with a headbutt!”

She pointed straight at the crack in the wall as she said it.

“So you suddenly shouted something about ‘desire’ and then did this…! Master! Jeromiya—Jeromiya suddenly got all… hard or something!”

When Chloe shouted that while turning toward Master Malenkov, the stunned master suddenly tightened his expression. His eyes sharpened, and he began walking toward me.

When a gigantic man well over two meters tall approaches you with a look like he could kill someone just by staring at them—

Yeah. That’s terrifying.

If I got punched by one of those massive arms as punishment for damaging the dojo wall, I’d probably get sent straight across the Sanzu River in one hit.

“Hii—!”

I instinctively braced myself.

But instead of punching me, Master Malenkov opened his mouth and said something.

“Eh? ‘A successor might have appeared’…? Master, what are you suddenly talking about?”

Successor.

That unexpected word made both Chloe and me freeze.

Master Malenkov first looked at my face.

Then he looked at Chloe’s face.

After that, he nodded slightly, as if he had figured something out. Then he turned his gaze back to me and muttered something again in his thick Russian-accented English.

“Huh? ‘So it’s thanks to her’…? What? What does that mean? What did I do to Jeromiya? Master, explain properly!”

—“Thanks to her”?

Both of us stared at him in complete confusion after hearing those mysterious words.

Meanwhile, Master Malenkov looked like he had already reached some conclusion all by himself—

And then he spoke again.

“‘I can tell. There’s something I absolutely want to teach him…’ Master, did you figure out Jeromiya’s natural talent?”

Master Malenkov didn’t answer her question.

Instead, he simply looked at me and gave a command with his eyes alone, as if saying, Understood?

I nodded nervously.

Then Master Malenkov turned to Chloe and said something to her.

“Huh? ‘This is something even I’m not allowed to see’…? Master, wait—does that mean there’s a technique even I haven’t been taught? And Jeromiya actually has the talent to learn something that amazing?”

Once again, Master Malenkov didn’t answer.

He just shook his head firmly.

That was the end of the conversation.

“Follow me.”

With only those two words, he turned around and began walking off somewhere with heavy steps.

My talent…?

What talent?

All I did was try to chase away the desires trying to take over my mind.

All I did was try to erase Chloe’s boobs from my thoughts.

I just headbutted the wall to snap myself out of it.

The wall broke.

That’s it.

Just from seeing that, what exactly did Master Malenkov realize about me…?

While I stood there staring blankly at his intimidating back—

Thump.

Chloe smacked me on the back.

I snapped out of my daze.

“Jeromiya, this is the first time Master has ever said something like that to a student! He recognized your talent! He’s definitely about to teach you something special!”

She explained excitedly, her blue eyes sparkling as she practically leaned toward me.

“R-Really…?” I muttered, feeling a little overwhelmed.

But Chloe kept going, even more fired up.

“It’s gotta be a secret technique! Maybe even a finishing move that I haven’t been taught yet! If it’s Master, he might even be able to fire off something like a Hadouken! If you can, you better secretly tell me later what he teaches you, okay?”

“O-Okay…”

“Now now! Master’s already walking away—hurry and follow him! That room over there is Master’s personal training hall. No student has ever been invited in before. You’re the first one! That’s a huge honor, you know!?”

“Hurry, go,” she urged.

Feeling a bit nervous, I let her push me along as we headed toward the place considered the inner sanctum of this so-called Invincible Academy.

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