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 45: On the Bed

Episode 45: On the Bed

“Good night.”  “Good night.” In the end, we passed the time before bed watching TV and looking at our phones. There was a decent variety show on, too.

After confirming that Kana had gone into the guest room, I returned to my own room. The tension that had built up all day drained from my body, leaving me feeling relieved.

“Still, what on earth happened…?” If Kana really did what the photo seemed to suggest, she wouldn’t be this downcast. I know it’s harsh to say, but it would be her own fault—no, that’s unfair and doesn’t take her circumstances into account.

“She doesn’t seem like the type to do that kind of thing on her own…” As I muttered that, a certain memory surfaced in my mind—game lore.

Kana’s secret wasn’t just the maid café; she also had an anonymous account. There was even an event in the game where the protagonist discovered it, leading to a confrontation and eventual reconciliation.

“She created that account on her own, though…” So, are the photos real, too? But still…

“Argh, no use overthinking it. I should just go to sleep.” I wouldn’t know the truth unless I heard it from Kana herself.

I turned off the lights in my room and wrapped myself in the futon. It had been an eventful day, and I was exhausted. I figured I’d fall asleep right away as I closed my eyes.

The soft sound of the door opening woke me. Kana? Still half-asleep, my mind struggled to fully wake up.

“…Nishikikouji-kun, are you awake?” Her quiet voice seemed to probe whether I was asleep or not. Based on my sense of time, it had probably been about 15 minutes since I went to bed.

I had no idea what her purpose was, but I decided to respond. “Yeah, I’m awake.”  “R-really?”  “Yeah, really.” Kana hesitantly approached and then quietly climbed onto my bed.

Wait, seriously, what’s going on here? “Hey, Nishikikouji-kun.” “Yeah?”
“So, um…” What she whispered into my ear next jolted me fully awake.

“…Wanna do it?” I didn’t need to ask what she meant.

In a dark room, at night, with two young people alone—it was obvious, though I wasn’t entirely sure I was right.

But why? Why would Kana suddenly say something like that? Too stunned to respond, Kana seemed to interpret my silence as agreement.

She slowly moved closer and gently pulled back the futon covering me. She climbed onto me, her body clad only in underwear as if she’d intended this from the start.

The softness of her thighs pressed against me, sending a wave of heat through my entire body.

“Sasaki…?” Kana placed her cool, soft hand on my cheek. Her closeness made my heart race uncontrollably.

Was this really about to happen…? “Nishikikouji-kun, I think I have a pretty good figure. I know the boys in class talk about me, and, yeah, that photo is real. But I’ve never done this before. This would be my first time. So…”

“Sasaki.” “I want to be with you, Nishikikouji-kun. I really want to be with you, so if you’re okay with it…”

—“Shall we?” I closed my eyes for a moment. Her allure, her fragility, and even the sensation of her skin were overwhelming.

But then, an image of Kana’s bright, cheerful self at school flashed through my mind.

“Sasaki…!” I grabbed her shoulders, and she flinched in surprise.

As expected, her figure was stunning. Her chest was ample yet proportionate, her overall frame was slender without being too thin, and her body was perfectly balanced with just the right amount of muscle and softness. Honestly, she looked like a gravure idol—no, even better.

In short, she was ridiculously attractive. Even so, I couldn’t let this continue. I sat up, facing her directly.

I reached for the futon that had fallen onto the floor and gently wrapped it around her shoulders.

“…Are you okay? Don’t push yourself.” Recalling our earlier conversations, I spoke softly. Kana’s eyes widened slightly.