I Reincarnated as the Villain Who Bullies the Protagonist in an Erotic Game, but I Just Want to Stay a Nobody, Yet Somehow the Heroines Keep Obsessing Over Me - Episode 1: Isn’t Reincarnating as the Villain Just the Worst??

Episode 1: Isn’t Reincarnating as the Villain Just the Worst??

“Damn, this always gets me teary.”

I rubbed my eyes and turned back to the computer screen.

On the screen was the ending of And the World Turns Indigo, an erotic game so iconic that it was said to have defined an era.

“The heroines are cute, sexy, and just the best. Honestly—if it weren’t for Nishikouji Kaede.”

I let out a deep sigh.

Nishikouji Kaede was the villain of this game. He bullied the protagonist relentlessly, attempted to kill heroines in certain routes, and even assaulted the protagonist. At some point, his actions became so nonsensical it was hard to tell what his motives were anymore. He was obnoxious to the point of absurdity.

A complete scumbag of a character that existed only to incite hatred. Among fans of the game, this character was universally despised to the extent that people left one-star reviews purely because of him.

He was so hated that even memes didn’t bother with him.

“Seriously, this guy is the one thing dragging the game down. Why did the devs even create him? Well, at least he dies or ends up in prison in every route, so I guess that’s satisfying.”

Muttering to myself, I flopped onto my bed.

Yes, this character was such a disaster that his only saving grace was the catharsis of seeing him die or get jailed at the end.

“Man, I wish I could meet the heroines, though. Especially Ayame-chan.”

Of course, it wasn’t like I could meet them—they were fictional, after all.

Still… even if just in a dream, I wanted to meet them. Ayame was my first love, after all.

As I drifted off into thought, I closed my eyes.

How long had I been asleep?

“Where the hell is this?”

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in an unfamiliar place.

A room that was ridiculously spacious. Luxurious-looking furniture. And—

“Who am I?”

Standing in front of a bathroom mirror, I murmured in shock.

The face reflected back at me wasn’t mine. Not the one I’d known.

My current face was androgynous and refined, while my original one had been more rugged. Ugh, this whole “then” and “now” thing was getting confusing.

“I swear I’ve seen this face somewhere before. Who is this?”

I wracked my brain, desperate to remember.

The features were well-defined—maybe some celebrity? But something felt off. I knew this face too well for it to just be that.

When I raised my head again, I locked eyes with the reflection. Hmm… wait.

“No way. Is this…?”

I stared into the mirror for a few more moments before the realization struck like a lightning bolt.

“This can’t be… Nishikouji Kaede!?”