Sad News, It Seems I'll Die from a Curse If I Don't Steal the Heroine - Chapter 01: The Curse of NTR or Die

Chapter 01: The Curse of NTR or Die

“…Huh… What the hell happened!?”

One day, I woke up and found myself completely transformed into a different person… 

Has anyone ever experienced something like that? 

I highly doubt it. But the truth is, at this very moment—after looking at my reflection in the mirror—I can confirm that I have turned into a completely different person, appearance wise.

“…Is this… a dream?”

I pinched my cheeks hard, and an abnormal pain shot through me. 

At this point, the possibility of it being a dream had diminished by about eighty percent… No, no way. How could something like this be real?

“… but this guy… looks familiar?”

I looked at my current self in the mirror once again.

I do recognize this face… or rather, I’ve seen it recently—more like out of curiosity. 

I picked up a netorare manga and the face of a certain male character in that manga looks exactly like mine.

“No way… This can’t be happening!”

One thing is for certain: it’s not my own face. 

But… but the face I’m seeing again is undoubtedly not mine. It’s the face of a character that appears in that netorare manga.

“[Beloved You, Stained]… The character who steals the heroines in ‘Stained’, Torao Ozaki.”

Torao Ozaki, with a muscular physique and a noticeable wicked gaze… Just to test it out, I smirked, and his face instantly transformed into that of a mischievous rascal. 

This guy is a womanizer… and clearly, a bad one at that.

“…Sigh.”

Recognizing it even more strongly, I let out a heavy sigh.

This world is set in a high school, and there are three heroines for the protagonist.

Childhood friend, elder step-sister and younger step-sister… The main heroine is the childhood friend, and although there are no explicit scenes with the sister figures under normal circumstances which would make you get attached to them more, there’s something heart-wrenching about the moment when the sisters, who are kind and supportive of the protagonist, are suddenly influenced by another man.

“…It would’ve been better if I had lost my memory and been reincarnated normally instead.”

Reincarnation is not something that happens easily… But no matter how much I loved their visuals and enjoyed reading it, who would want to be reincarnated into a world of netorare manga? And to become the “shittiest guy”! It’s unthinkable!

“…Sigh.”

Ah, another sigh escaped from me. 

Honestly… I still can’t completely discard the possibility of it being a dream.

Moreover, even though I did reincarnate, there’s no confirmation that this world is specifically the world of “Beloved You, Stained”… Isn’t it too early to be distraught?

“But… It remains firmly in my memories.”

Becoming Torao… The fact that I am aware of it means that memories are still intact within this body.

Among those memories are my high school, my position, and the protagonist and heroines who are in the same class as me. 

In other words… no matter how I struggle, this world is undoubtedly a “Beloved You, Stained” world.

“…I really… reincarnated, huh.”

Once again, as I murmured those words, I had already given up and accepted everything.

I was surprised by how quickly I reached this point, but maybe it’s because I have truly become the embodiment of that wicked rascal called Torao… Because I still have the sensation of being a despicable human who takes pleasure in stealing things from others… Maybe that’s why I accepted it so easily?

“Manaka… I really loved her, she was so adorable.”

Manaka Himemoto, that’s the name of the heroine. 

She was the childhood friend of the protagonist, a girl who had always been with him since long ago… But she fell victim to Torao’s schemes and was stolen away… And in the end, she was discarded out of boredom and left in despair.

“…You damn bastard, don’t you dare mess with her!”

I was about to punch my reflection in the mirror… but managed to stop myself somehow.

In “Stained,” the fates that befall the heroines after being stolen away are depicted, leading to different endings. 

However, the destinies that await these stolen heroines are truly cruel.

“Well, I guess I just hate seeing a girl I find incredibly attractive in a state of despair, that’s all.”

To sum it up, that’s the answer.

The only fortunate thing is that I don’t only care about the heroines but also the protagonist, who had been overshadowed by being only involved in the netorare aspect… If Manaka can be happy, just being able to witness her happiness up close should be worth it, shouldn’t it?

“Oh… Ohhh!!”

I wonder… I’m feeling extremely motivated.

During this process, even if it turns out to be a dream ending, or if by some chance it doesn’t happen, I could just interact with them as normal friends… and if we become close, I can even hope for something more! 

Oh… That sounds great!

“All right, then—”

Just as I was thinking about how to navigate this world, at that moment—words appeared on the mirror that reflected my figure.

“…Ha?”

It was an utterly impossible sight, something that should never happen. 

Text appearing on a regular mirror is a kind of occult phenomenon… This shouldn’t be happening.

I felt a little scared, but the words remained clearly visible.

[You must have a physical relationship with the heroines in this world. Otherwise, you will die due to the curse.]

Naturally, I tilted my head in confusion at the eerie characters that seemed to be traced with blood.

It was far from normal… Is there something in this room? That’s how abnormal this phenomenon is, but strangely, I remain calm because I haven’t fully accepted it.

“To die from a curse… really?”

It’s understandable to feel a jolt at the word “die.” However, the part about having a physical relationship left me dumbfounded and distracted me from the impact of those words.

“Does that mean I have to fulfill the life of the shittiest guy? Hah, as if! I don’t have such hobbies—”

You dumbass… That’s what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t. 

My vision turned crimson, and I couldn’t breathe properly.

“What… What is this…?”

I clutched my chest and thrashed around in desperation. 

I can’t breathe… Help… Someone, help me!! I couldn’t even voice a call for help; all I could do was silently beg for assistance within my mind. 

The excruciating pain, unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life, continued for a short while. Then, gasping for breath, I looked at the mirror again.

[That was a warning. Fulfill your role quietly, shittiest guy… You will never experience peace. If you want to live, you must steal them.]

With those words, the anomaly came to an end.

“…”

If I don’t steal… If I don’t engage in a physical relationship with the heroines, I will die?

“Haha… Hahaha…”

I couldn’t hold back the dry laughter.

I had been reborn into the world of netorare… I had no intention of becoming the shittiest guy; I had thought I could just observe quietly. But just when I thought that… a curse was placed upon me.

That curse stated that if I don’t engage in infidelity, I will die. Well, let me say one thing for now.

“…It’s all over, seriously.”

For several minutes… no, for several hours, I clutched my head in despair.