The Kansai Villain’s Rebirth: I Accidentally Ended Up With a Harem.

A Kansai Native Beholds the Creator.

When the mist cleared, I found myself in yet another unfamiliar office. Hey, no way—did punching that god really trap me here for good…?

“What the hell is this!? You’re telling me the heroine I poured my heart and soul into creating is going to end up with that disgusting pig!? Don’t screw with me!”

A man was raging with terrifying intensity. Judging from the monitor… this looked like the reveal event for Netorare Hazard Plus. I’d been a little curious, so I’d checked out the comments…

Huh?

Filthy.

Where’s our Tennouji?

Haa… (a colossal sigh)

Why??? Wouldn’t it obviously be better to just have Tennouji NTR her normally?

The comment section was flooded with reactions like that—nobody was agreeing. I thought this was going too far myself, but… as expected, both the hardcore NTR fans and the ones desperately seeking salvation were overwhelmingly negative.

“Don’t screw with me!! Harumiya Sakura’s story was supposed to start with Tennouji lying that her father was involved in corruption—‘If you don’t want it exposed, become my woman.’ From there he’d extort money, force her to conduct insider trading with her father’s company stocks, and as a reward he’d embrace her again and again until she fell completely to the allure of sex. In the end, she’d willingly lick every inch of Tennouji’s feet—from between his toes to under his nails—begging to please him, wearing the emerald-green eyeshadow and lipstick he demanded, fawning over him desperately as she sucked his cock! The pure, refined lady would gradually transform into a filthy bitch who’d spread her legs anytime, anywhere—that was my scenario!!!!”

He… he rattled it all off at machine-gun speed. Wait, this guy! Isn’t this Sekime-san!? Ah! No mistake—it’s definitely Sekime-san!

“Sekime-san… finally, we meet… but I never wanted it to be like this…”

“…Hm? Is someone there?”

Sekime-san looked around. He concluded no one was present. He couldn’t see me. Damn it, our long-awaited rival encounter, and…

“She would be deceived by Tennouji… yet in the end, the daughter herself would bring down the great industrial group. The Harumiya conglomerate would collapse under debts nearing the trillions. The family would scatter. And even as she ruined herself as the unprecedented criminal who triggered Japan’s greatest depression, she would love Tennouji to the marrow of her bones—a fallen angel descending into depravity. That was my vision… yet Kyobashi-kun… what kind of ruin did you depict…?”

…I just heard some brutal spoilers, but compared to the story of her being bought with money and turned into a drug addict by that filthy pig, this one’s definitely more compelling. It’s even more vicious than the destruction of Shi-chan and the others. Sekime-san, you’ve cranked up the brutality. Still, even in the midst of that, I find myself chasing your scenario, seeking salvation in it. Even if it burns my brain to ashes. Even if the heroine Harumiya Sakura has nothing but ruin awaiting her. Your scenarios always draw me in.

“And finally… to escape the Harumiya clan trying to capture the great sinner who caused their downfall, she would attempt to flee the country with Tennouji—only to be betrayed and abandoned. Yet the brilliant-minded Harumiya would foresee it… ‘If you’re going to discard me, then we’ll go down together’—and onto the limited express train… Ah, yes. It was the scenario that would give Tennouji the comeuppance that Salaryman A-san always demanded…”

This man… he really understood what I was saying.

“Nngh… Even checking Z, Salaryman A-san’s posts haven’t updated… What happened to you…? No one loved Netorare Hazard as much as you did… yet you say nothing. It’s been months since your last post. You didn’t even react to my tweet about resigning from the company… What’s wrong…? You were my one true confidant… I wanted to battle you in the comments again… I wanted to talk… Surely you haven’t… passed away…?”

Sorry, Sekime-san. Right now, I’m living happily in the world you created, getting along wonderfully with the three heroines you gave life to. I’ve become Tennouji Daiki—the very character you birthed. I’ve formed loving relationships with them, without committing the NTR I denied with my entire being. The heroine you called your masterpiece, Akitani Mio—she’s sleeping happily beside me right now. You once raged, insisting Mio-chan would never have happy sex, outright denying any such secondary creation… yet I made it real. Sorry—not really.

You claimed Shi-chan would forget her parents and everything else once drugged, finding happiness that way, and fiercely denied my argument that talking properly with her parents could lead to understanding, reconciliation, and true happiness. But now she’s on great terms with her mother, most of the awful things resolved (if not all), and she clings to me with a beaming smile I never saw in the original—sweeter than anything. Ah, right, Shi-chan was your favorite. I savored her thoroughly. Too bad for you.

As for Rinko, you said the only way she could live was through dependency—clinging even to cruel treatment. You shot down my theory that if cherished while dependent, she’d devote herself fully, and if that devotion was returned, she’d become an even better woman. I proved it beautifully. Rinko is far better than you ever imagined. You once said if she were real, you could make her dependent and pour out all your desires onto her—but I enjoyed her fully. Too bad.

By reincarnating as Tennouji, I’ve refuted everything you said. Sorry, Sekime-san. I’m not trying to provoke you. It’s just… because I reincarnated…

“Uuu… I even finished the CGs of the acts… Her mascara running with tears, black streaks down her face as she moans… I wanted to recreate that with Natsume Shina… Eyeshadow and mascara melted, exposing a filthy face—Shina driven to madness… Yes… thick orange eyeshadow… orange lipstick… traces of tears mixing orange and black on Natsume Shina’s face… Look…”

NUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!! What the hell are you showing me, you bastard!!!!!! Seeing Shi-chan’s never-before-seen NTR play CG, I clutched my head in agony.

“Fufufu, look now. Next is Akitani Mio with thick dark purple lipstick, making a vulgar face in this CG.”

GUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!! STOP ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT! Don’t show me that!

“And this… Fuyuki Rinko devouring Tennouji with black eyeshadow and black lipstick… Once I announced Netorare Hazard Plus, these would be added as extra CGs… Fufufu, I was going to plunge you, Salaryman A-san, into the depths of despair once more…”

“Stop it, you bastard! Close that file!!!! I’m the one going insane!!!! And this Harumiya Sakura CG too! Damn it, this guy wasn’t just throwing down a challenge—he wanted to drive me completely mad!!!!”

“The only one who ever properly refuted me, who could truly debate me, was you, Salaryman A-san. You alone. These were prepared so you’d rage again, asking if I had no human heart… Hahaha, all for nothing now.”

You bastard… showing me CGs like that… It wasn’t wasted… it hit me hard—fatal wound level. Seeing the three of them in NTR scenes for the first time felt about as brain-damaging as my original playthrough, maybe worse. You really have no heart.

“Kuahaha! I can see it! I can hear it! You losing your mind, screaming ‘Do you have no human heart!?’ This time too, it’s my victory, Salaryman-san! Kuahahahaha!! HA—HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Haa… I wanted to talk again… even argue. If there were a fan appreciation event, I’d invite you and we could discuss it there… Or maybe at an izakaya somewhere, just talking more about Netorare Hazard… Are you truly gone from this world…?”

Sorry. I’m not there anymore. I recognized you as my rival too… I wanted to talk more about Netorare Hazard. Face-to-face, we’d probably end up punching each other… This is a game company, right? With your talent, you could make amazing games. Keep at it, Sekime-san. I’m rooting for you.

“That was harsh, wasn’t it? I really thought you might end up buried and fossilized. Good thing I pulled you here before that. Did you enjoy the show?”

“Oh. Perfect timing coming back. I thought my brain was going to turn to charcoal.”

“Well then, it’s about time you woke up and showered your beloved with affection once more.”

“Thanks, god. As long as Sekime-san’s doing okay, that’s fine. Stay well, Sekime-san.”

As I spoke, the purple mist returned. My consciousness snapped off again. When I opened my eyes, I was back in the bedroom of the Tennouji household—my bedroom, the most familiar place to me now. Beside me, my beloved Mio-chan slept with adorable little snores. It was still 4 a.m. I gently stroked her hair, kissed her, pulled her close for a moment, closed my eyes—and drifted off once more.

Harumiya Sakura… I wonder when I’ll meet her in this world.