I Was Reincarnated as a Creepy Fat Guy, Then Trained Myself Without Sleep. And Then, for Some Reason, the Heroines Start Approaching Me - Chapter 1: I Realized I Had Become Fat and Ugly

I am dead.

Looking back, my life was short.

But I have no regrets.

I don’t have childhood friends or close friends. My parents passed away a long time ago, so I managed to survive on inheritance and my salary, but my life came to an end when I was hit by a truck on my way home from work.

To forget the loneliness, I worked tirelessly as a trainer at the sports gym, teaching others exercise and training my own body. But now, it seems I can’t do that anymore.

I wonder what awaits me after death.

Heaven? Hell? Nirvana? Reincarnation?

Well, for me right now, it doesn’t matter where I go. I surrendered my all to this floating sensation in the sky.

And then suddenly, the surroundings became bright,

I woke up.

“Wait, where is this?”

What I saw was a messy room. The walls were covered with posters of maids, anime, and idols, and on the desk monitor, there’s a character of a girl in revealing clothing. Probably some kind of MMORPG.

And next to the monitor, there were a few anime character figures.

This is what it is.

It’s like something out of a painting—an otaku’s room.

I thought that, and as I did, a sour smell that made me feel nauseous tickled my nose. At the same time, an immense heaviness washed over my body.

“Huh?”

I opened my eyes and looked at my hands, but they weren’t my usual well-toned hands; there was something thick and strange resembling pig’s legs.

Startled, I quickly got out of bed. With the mattress sunken from the weight, I looked at myself in the mirror and screamed.

“What, what is this!?”

The finely toned muscles I had were now transformed into something grotesque.

This was awful.

I was around 180 centimeters tall, a bit on the taller side. And the most important thing, my weight—though it’s just a rough estimate—seems to easily exceed 120 kilograms.

As I stared at my ugly appearance, the memories of this guy’s life before reincarnation were overwritten onto me.

“What the!?”

All I could do was be astonished. This world…the memories that the protagonist has…this sense of déjà vu is definitely that.

It’s the erotic manga I read a long time ago.

“Hypnotizing The Childhood Friend Of The Handsome Guy Who Looks Down on Me in Class, and Cuckolding Him.” or something like that. Yeah, that’s definitely it. I don’t usually read these hardcore erotic books, but the main character’s arrogance annoyed me so much that I tried reading it. I still vividly remember the contents of this erotic manga.

“Itsuki~ wake up~ Breakfast is ready~”

As I was lost in thought, my mom knocked on the door and called out.

Oh, right. In this world, Both Itsuki Kondo’s parents were alive.

“I’m coming.”

I replied and turned off the computer that had been left on and left the room to have breakfast.

X X X

“Ugh, look at him! He stinks!”

“No, he’s hideous, isn’t he?”

“Anyway, let’s stay away from him.”

“Gross.”

As I was about to pass through the school gate, many boys and girls directed disdainful glances toward me.

Today, I’ve cleaned every nook and cranny of my body, so unless I sweat, there shouldn’t be any odor, but…

Well, the preconceived notions that the people at school hold are not something that changes easily. Above all, Itsuki Kondo himself has implanted a negative impression in everyone’s minds. So, there’s no point in complaining.

I let out a deep sigh, forced my heavy body to move, and headed towards my classroom.

Even when I entered the classroom, my position didn’t change. Rather, since we’re in a confined space, if I do anything to stand out even a little, people will gossip about me within my hearing. Isn’t that just plain gossip, not behind my back?

So, I sat down at my desk and took out my textbook.

“Oh, more graffiti… Give me a break.”

I sighed and started erasing the graffiti that denied my personality, such as “ugly” or “die.”

Then, the bell rang, and soon the teacher arrived. And the class began.

“Well, for this problem, you can use this formula. It’ll come up on the test, so make sure to remember it.”

Some students were asleep, while others were secretly whispering to each other. Of course, there were those who were earnestly listening to the lesson, wanting to get good grades.

Among these diligent students, one seemed to have dropped their eraser.

Reflexively, I picked it up and glanced around. Then, someone whispered so softly that only I could hear it, “Um…”

I directed my gaze towards the source of the voice.

There, a girl with clear blue eyes stood, her soft black hair swaying as she extended her hand. She had a well-proportioned face, long and slender legs that stirred male instincts, and a generous bosom that couldn’t be contained by my hand.

Yes, there’s no need to hide it. She’s Kanna Kanzaki, the main heroine of this erotic manga. She’s exactly like the pure and innocent beauty depicted in the drawings.

I handed the dropped eraser to her.

In response, she smiled and whispered words of thanks, audible only to me.

“Thank you, Kondo-kun.”

“Ah, yeah.”

She treated me kindly without any disdain.

That’s just how she is. She sits next to me, but unlike others, I’ve never seen her give me contemptuous looks. Sometimes she might make an expression like, “I’m not too fond of this guy,” but she has never acted in a way that negates my existence.

I nodded slightly and focused on the teacher’s lesson.

I feel like someone in the corner is glaring at me, but I’ll ignore it for now.

X X X

After the teacher’s lesson ended, I was relaxing when suddenly, a refreshing, blond, handsome guy came to my desk.

“Hey, Kondo-kun, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. It’s a break right now, so come with me.”

“Uh, okay.”

It was Masato Hayama, Kanna Kanzaki’s childhood friend. I followed him, and we arrived at a secluded area where people don’t usually go.

“So, what I wanted to talk about is…”

“Hey, why did you touch Kanna?”

Hayama asked me with an unexpectedly cold tone. Confused by the sudden change, I replied.

“Kanzaki-san dropped her eraser, so I just picked it up.”

Hayama listened to my words and furrowed his brows.

“You’re disgusting. A damn fatty. I feel nauseated just being around you. I wish you’d disappear.”

“…”

“I’ll say it again. Don’t touch my Kanna. If something like what happened earlier happens again, you won’t get away with it.”

Hayama glared at me as if I were radioactive waste, then clicked his tongue and walked away.

“…”

I see.

This seems to work quite effectively.

I now understand why the previous Itsuki Kondo tried to steal his childhood friend. Reading manga and hearing those words in person were completely different.

But I don’t have any interest in taking someone else’s childhood friend.

I enjoy working on my body.

I’ve been a gym trainer all this time.

So, I’ll train rigorously, lose weight, and be reborn.

Fortunately, my mother is beautiful, and my father is handsome.

As a former gym trainer who has instructed many overweight individuals, I believe that if I can bring my weight down to around 77 kilograms, I will undoubtedly become handsome.

I’ll do it.

I don’t care what Hayama and Kanzaki plan to do.

I’ll walk my own path.

Summer vacation is coming soon. Instead of wasting my spare time on games, anime, and idols, I’ll use it for my body.

I clenched my fist and began walking towards the classroom.

My 120-kilogram massive body somehow felt lighter.

And so, this is how the story of Itsuki Kondo begins.