When I Woke Up, I Seemed to Have Become the Villain in an Erotic Game I Was Hooked On, But the Route for This Character Is Nothing but Death Flags? - Episode 6-7: Not a lie | Too Clumsy for Words

Episode 6: Not a Lie

Right now, my top priority is rebuilding trust with Misaki, my loyal attendant. Without that, my plans to avert any future death flags will remain shaky at best.

“Hey, Misaki.” “Yes, Yuya-sama?” “Do you like McDonald’s?”

“McDonald’s…? Uh, yes, I don’t dislike it, but…” “I see. That’s good.”

“Y-yes…” Why is this so awkward?! The conversation was already dying, and I had no idea how to revive it.

Misaki might be just a “mob character” in this game’s world, but she’s leagues beyond any woman I’ve ever interacted with.

To be honest, I’ve never talked much to women in general, let alone someone this stunning. Misaki was like a top-tier celebrity, a beauty you’d see on the cover of magazines or starring in TV dramas.

If I think about it, my old life wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of health and social interaction. It wouldn’t surprise me if my original body just up and died from years of bad habits. The only way this current situation makes sense is if my soul left my old body and somehow ended up here.

But I digress. The point is, I’ve got zero experience dealing with someone like Misaki. She’s way out of my league. Yet, if I’m going to live in this world, I need to overcome my discomfort around women, starting with her.

Misaki isn’t just an attendant; she’s also potentially a key ally in my battle against the death flags that loom over me. If I can win her over to my side, she could help cover my weaknesses and give me a much-needed advantage.

Not to mention, having someone like Misaki as a trusted ally is bound to boost my morale.

“H-hey!” “Um, yes?” “Y-you go first!” “No, please, Yuuya-sama, you go ahead!”

“…Okay.” “…Okay.” What is this?! Are we a pair of awkward teenagers on our first date or something?!

And Misaki blushing like that doesn’t help. It’s adorable enough to make me want to scream into a pillow, but I have to restrain myself. Yuuya Saijou would never do something that undignified.

“I was, uh… wondering if you have any recommendations at McDonald’s. I’ve never eaten there before.”

Technically, it wasn’t a lie. I hadn’t eaten at McDonald’s in this world. There’s always a chance their menu is different from what I remember.

Misaki’s face lit up at my question, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“If that’s the case, I highly recommend the cheeseburger! The way the cheese blends with the bun is heavenly, and the guilty pleasure of its high-calorie goodness is unmatched! Oh, and the tangy pickles add the perfect touch! It’s my absolute favorite!”

Her enthusiasm was so pure and genuine that I couldn’t help but smile. Truly, she’s a good girl.

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Episode 7: Too Clumsy for Words

Misaki spoke with such enthusiasm that it was almost contagious. Her words flowed freely, her tone vibrant, and for the first time, she seemed truly lively—more so than in any memory I had of her.

“…and the other day, my father and I were—ah!” “What’s wrong?”

I was marveling at how Misaki could keep such a cheerful demeanor as my attendant, all while not letting her guard down. But suddenly, her face turned as red as a boiling kettle, and she fell silent, looking downcast.

Did I say something wrong? Did I do something inappropriate? I wracked my brain, trying to recall anything I might’ve done to offend her. Though inwardly panicked, I kept my expression as neutral as possible and spoke gently to her.

“It’s nothing… I just… I thought I was talking too much. I worried that I might be boring you, Yuya-sama. Perhaps you see me as an overly talkative and restless woman. Surely someone like you wouldn’t find the ramblings of someone like me entertaining…”

Her voice quivered, and it was clear that her insecurities had bubbled to the surface.

And then it hit me. Misaki, who always attended to my every need, likely never had the chance to make any real friends.

It wasn’t hard to figure out—anyone could see it if they just thought for a moment. But Yuya Saijo didn’t just fail to notice it—he deliberately ignored it.

Misaki, for all her loyalty and attentiveness, was probably the only person Yuya felt he could lean on. He must’ve known she struggled to make friends, yet he clung to her because he feared loneliness more.

He couldn’t face the harsh reality of being isolated, surrounded by hostile glares and cruel whispers. So he selfishly kept Misaki by his side, even if it meant holding her back.

What an unbelievably clumsy way to live… “No, that’s not it at all. Honestly, I found your talk about cheeseburgers really interesting. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to hear more. Not just about food—about anything you’d like to share.”

“R-really?!” Her eyes, which had been brimming with tears moments before, lit up instantly. Her entire face seemed to glow with joy, and she started chatting again, her excitement palpable.

So this is what it means when they say someone’s face blooms like a flower. Seeing Misaki like this, I couldn’t help but think that even the most beautiful blossoms would pale in comparison to her charm.

As the limousine pulled up to the academy’s gates, Misaki and I stepped out, thanking the driver for his service.

No sooner had we set foot on campus than the venomous whispers began.

“Hey, Saijo’s here.” “Tch. Just drop dead already. A car accident or something would do nicely.”

“Did you hear? That scumbag’s engaged to Hojo-san.” “Yeah, poor Hojo-san. What a terrible fate.”

The insults hit me immediately, like a cold, biting wind. The sneers, the glares—they were unavoidable. Everywhere I turned, I was met with unfiltered disgust and contempt.

It was exhausting, but I’d expected no less.

This was the legacy of Yuya Saijo’s life—a mountain of resentment built from years of arrogance and cruelty.