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 4: A Worse-Than-Expected Turn of Events

Episode 4: A Worse-Than-Expected Turn of Events

“Who the hell are you?”

The guy glared at me with an irritated expression.

This was terrifying. I’ve never had to deal with a delinquent in my entire life.

“What are you doing?”
“She was just helping me find my way.”
“Does ‘helping you find your way’ involve coming here?”
“Yeah, this is where I needed to go.”
“Really? It looked like you were trying to drag her into that alley.”

As we exchanged words, I desperately racked my brain for a way out.

How could I handle this peacefully? How could I keep Ayame safe and get this guy to back off without making things worse?

“Tch. I told you, this was my destination. And anyway, who even are you to this girl? Her boyfriend or something?”
“No, just an acquaintance. But we’re on our way to our entrance ceremony. You’ve finished with your directions, haven’t you? Can you let go of her hand now?”

The guy scowled but kept his grip on Ayame’s hand.

“I told you, I still need her help. I was planning to thank her properly afterward, so I’ll just stick with her, thanks.”

Persistent, isn’t he?

“Excuse me, where exactly were you headed?”
“The bus stop over there.”

Ayame answered timidly.

“This isn’t the bus stop,” I pointed out.
“I changed my mind midway. And anyway, what gives you the right to interfere? You’re just an acquaintance, aren’t you?”
“Even as an acquaintance, it’s normal to want to help someone who might be in danger.”
“Sure, but I really was just asking her for directions. Are you trying to accuse me of something? Maybe I should report your overreaction to the school!”

Seriously, this guy is relentless.

Okay, I get it. Ayame is seriously beautiful. Her crystal-blue eyes look like a painting of a serene lake. In the game, she’s described as a once-in-ten-thousand-years kind of beauty. Of course, he wouldn’t want to lose this chance.

But he’s digging himself into a hole here.

“Go ahead and report me,” I said firmly.

The guy grimaced, glaring at me silently, lost in thought.

“What’s the holdup? Aren’t you going to make that call?”

Okay, maybe I’m pushing him a bit too much.

After a moment of hesitation, the guy finally blurted out, “I’m… I’m her boyfriend! I’ve had my eye on her for ages! Why are you getting in the way!?”

Wait, what? Is that what’s going on?

I thought he just happened to see her and decided to approach her. But given that he knows where her high school is, this seems to go much deeper.

“Um… are you really her boyfriend?” I asked.
“No, he’s not,” Ayame replied, her voice trembling as she denied it.

The guy froze, his face a mix of shock and panic. It seemed like he hadn’t wanted his stalker tendencies to be exposed—whether consciously or unconsciously.

“W-Wait, no, it’s not like that. I just—”

His frantic attempts to explain were already too late.

“Let go of her hand. Even if you needed directions, there’s no reason to grab her like this.”

Still, the guy didn’t let go. He was clearly unraveling, but he stubbornly held on.

While he stood there dazed, I quietly slipped my hand into my pocket, brushing against my phone. I pressed the record button. Even just audio evidence might help later.

“If you don’t let go, I’ll call the police,” I said loudly, masking the sound of the recording starting.

The guy jerked his head up.

“N-No, it’s not like that! I really am her boyfriend! She’s just embarrassed—”
“N-No, I’m not! I don’t know you!” Ayame’s voice quivered with fear.

“That’s not true! Why won’t you tell the truth? We’re together, right?”
“I don’t know you!”

Her denial made the guy’s eyes widen, his face twisting into a hollow expression.

“Why… why won’t you listen to me…?”

BAM!

A loud sound echoed through the alley.

The guy had swung his fist toward Ayame, but I managed to block it with my hand.

Still, this was bad. Did I mess up by provoking him too much? Or was he just this persistent?

“Can you call the police?” I asked Ayame while forcing my brain to work at full speed.

The hand he had grabbed her with was the one he used to swing the punch, so she was free now. She nodded and dashed off.