The Kansai Villain’s Rebirth: I Accidentally Ended Up With a Harem. - Chapter 1: A Kansai Man Reincarnates as the Villain of Desire.

A Kansai Man Reincarnates as the Villain of Desire.

“What the hell is this…? What’s going on here?”

My name is Tennouji Daiki. Yeah, that Tennouji Daiki—the sleazeball side character who steals heroines away from the protagonist in an eroge. That’s who I’ve been reincarnated as. In my previous life, I was nothing but a corporate drone in a black company.

One glance at my face and I knew. There’s no mistaking it. I’ve seen it more times than I care to count while playing that cursed game, NTR HAZARD. It’s the villain’s face—the one I’ve stared at more than my own parents’. There’s no way I could mistake it.

The premise of the game is simple, just as the title suggests. At first, you play as the protagonist, Imamiya Toshiya, who can romance one of three heroines in a bittersweet school-life love story. You struggle, you pine, you finally win her heart… and then he shows up.

Tennouji Daiki.

No matter which heroine you chose, this bastard would swoop in, scheming and manipulating until he stole her away. Smarter, stronger, more cunning than the protagonist in every way, he dismantled everything you built. In no time, the heroine you fought so hard for would be completely his—her mind shattered, her body addicted, until she couldn’t live without him.

It wasn’t just the protagonist’s heart he crushed—it was the player’s too. After cheering for a sweet romance, after finally seeing love blossom, he would rip it away. And the worst part came at the ending. As the credits rolled and the player sat in shock, an “after story” would appear… showing Daiki casually discarding the heroine he had stolen.

The heroines’ fates were cruel beyond words:

• • A heroine who confessed her pregnancy was abandoned. Disowned by her family, left to raise the child alone, she ended up working in a high-end brothel.

• • Another, driven into drug addiction, became a broken husk. Even after a fleeting recovery, she was dragged back into hell.

• • One, made utterly dependent, was thrown aside for being “annoying.” Her mind collapsed, and she ended her days mumbling to walls in a psychiatric ward.

Every route ended in devastation. It was as if the developers weren’t content with just NTR—they wanted to annihilate the player’s soul. My brain felt like it had been melted. I even sent the devs ten angry emails, demanding, “Do you people have no hearts?!” Not a single reply.

So why did I keep playing, even as my mind broke? Simple: the heroines. The art was breathtaking, every expression and CG meticulously crafted. All three heroines were my type, without exception. Even knowing how it would end, I spent over a hundred hours playing—just for them.

Some dedicated players tried to break the cycle, to find a way to rescue the heroines from Tennouji’s grasp. But no matter what choices they made, the “bad end” was inevitable. The developers even gloated on social media, calling the after-stories the “true endings.” The game caused a massive uproar, but apparently the staff enjoyed the outrage.

That’s why the very name “Tennouji Daiki” became cursed among players. Some couldn’t even hear “Tennouji” without flying into a rage. Poor folks from Osaka probably had breakdowns every other day.

And now… I’ve reincarnated as him.

Of course, I’ve got zero intention of stealing heroines from the protagonist. With a reputation this rotten, they’ll avoid me anyway. What I care about is something else entirely.

“…Back in high school, I was a loner. No friends, no clubs. By the end I was basically a shut-in. But this time… I’m a second-year, just before the new term starts. I have to enjoy this.”

In my past life, I completely failed my “high school debut.” I ate lunches alone in the bathroom. A sweet, youthful romance? Forget it. That was a world I only knew through games like NTR HAZARD.

But now, I’ve got a body that’s smart, athletic, and—let’s be honest—damn good-looking. Sure, Tennouji was a delinquent, but that’s not the life I’m going to live. With me in charge, he’s going straight: studying, exercising, and living the high school life I always wanted.

This time, I’ll be a real extrovert. For real.

“Alright. I don’t know why I died, but this is my second chance. If I waste it living the same miserable life as before, that’d be the real tragedy. This time… I’m going to enjoy myself.”

Freedom from that soul-crushing company. A chance to relive high school. If that’s not a blessing from God, I don’t know what is.

“…First things first, I should explore the city. Grab a bite to eat. See if this world is the same as the old one.”

Before, I’d lived in Kansai but worked in Tokyo. Luckily, Tennouji’s parents are both away on business in Hokkaido, which means I’ve got the place to myself. One look at the fridge confirmed it—empty. This idiot never even cooked with the allowance his parents gave him. What a waste.

“It’s already late today. I’ll save shopping for tomorrow. Oh, and this bleached blond hair has got to go. No way I’m walking around looking like some wannabe punk kid.”

I booked a salon appointment to dye it back to black and headed outside.

***

“Yeah. A few things are different, but the streets are just like I remember.”

Wandering through the city, I found most things unchanged. Some store names were off—Yoshinoya was now Washinoya, Matsuya had become Takeya—but the places themselves were the same. I decided to head for the gyudon shop that had once been my savior…

“Stop it! Let me go!”

“…Huh?”

A shrill voice rang out from an alley. Trouble.

In my old body, short and overweight, I never would’ve dared step into danger. But now? Now I was Tennouji Daiki—185 cm, muscular, and more than capable in a fight. If I ignored someone in need just to eat, the food would taste like ash. So I turned into the alley.

***

“The hell you dressed like this for? You’re asking for it.”

“Check out this body, man. C’mon, let’s have some fun.”

“I told you, no! I don’t dress like this for guys like you!”

“Don’t be like that.”

“Trust me, you’ll regret struggling.”

“St-stop… let me go!!”

I’d promised myself a peaceful student life, but here I was diving headfirst into trouble. Still, being passive never got me anywhere in my last life. This time, I would act. I steeled myself to step in—only to freeze when I saw the girl’s face.

“…No way.”

The one being harassed was none other than Natsume Shina—the flashy, gyaru-style main heroine of NTR HAZARD.