I've been sitting on an idea for a while. I will wholeheartedly admit that this idea is based upon a manga that is currently being released and fansubbed due to it not being overseas yet on the market. The manga is called "Netorare Manga no Kuzu Otoko ni Tensei Shita Hazu ga Heroine ga Yottekuru Ken" or "I Was Reincarnated As The Scumbag From a Netorare Manga, But The Heroine is Coming On To Me." The title sort of explains what the subject matter is. Random guy gets reincarnated after getting slapped by Truck-kun into the body of the antagonist of a hentai visual novel who steals the girl from the protagonist's (girl) boyfriend using all of the usual hentai tropes. But the guy doesn't want to be the bad guy, but fate keeps pushing the girl and him together despite him going out of his way to be nice and avoid her to avoid NTR (cheating) because he hates it. But she keeps falling for him.

Regardless, it's a fun manga; and, before you think I'm into NTR, the girl in question isn't even dating the "protagonist" character, but he has a one-sided love for her that he hasn't confessed and is unrequited. After all, can't cheat if there wasn't a relationship in the first place. Anyway, so what do I want to do with this idea?

Basically, something similar. Self-insert character (so, unless otherwise stated, first-person perspective) gets reborn into the world that he knew belonged to a h-doujin/visual novel as the villain who corrupts the pure maiden into his personal, and willing toy and steals her away from the girl's boyfriend. Deciding that he wants to be a decent human being, he avoids all contact with her, but no matter what he does, the universe decides to put the two together and no matter what he does, she keeps falling for him. But not just that, this "pure and innocent" girl has her own naughty ideas and will do anything to capture her new crush's feelings, even if she has to use her body to do so.

There we go, pretty simple. Now, due to how some people may feel, all of this will be occurring during college. Less weirdness. Yes, I know societal standards are different overseas, but this just makes it less strange for someone to make a derivative work based on the same idea.

I can definitely say that this will be in the M-ratings. Now, as for it escalating to an explicit M (as in "for lewdness" or citrus), I cannot say. But for the pilot, this will remain just a rated M story due to the subject matter and implied things. But as mentioned, if any activities happen, they will be happening between characters coded to be college-age and therefore adults. Please keep this in mind. With that being said, time to get this show on the road.

Title: "I got reincarnated into an NTR hentai as the bad guy, and I don't want to be the bad guy"

Rating: M to Explicit M. As mentioned before, it will be mainly a pure M for the pilot mostly for imagry.

Pairing: mSIOC/fOC.

Summary: I wake up suddenly to find myself in the body of the antagonist of a NTR-centric h-VN and discover I was isekai'd into the world that was in that game I played once. I have no desire to steal and mindbreak the protagonist, but no matter what I do, she keeps coming on to me.

Disclaimer: While most of this idea is original, the original concept, "Netorare Manga no Kuzu Otoko ni Tensei Shita Hazu ga Heroine ga Yottekuru Ken" belongs to Myon and Sumikawa Haru. All character names are original and belong to me. Any passing resemblances to other characters in other media is coincidental. See the forward for the full disclaimer.

WARNING: While this chapter itself does not contain any 18+ rated material, it may one day. Note that all parties that may become involved in said activities will be adults ranging from ages 18-22. If you have any potential issues with this please move on to the next chapter as this clearly isn't for you.

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I snapped awake from my bed in a sudden shock. My breathing was quick and panicked. A cold sweat ran down every inch of my skin, both exposed and covered. I looked around and in the dark room I found myself in, it smelled of stale, old cigarettes and cheap beer. As my eyes adjusted to the dark room, I realized that it looked foreign to me. It didn't look like my room at all. I looked to my side on the off chance I had found myself in the bed of a woman but found no one but myself. The more I looked at the bed, the more I found that it didn't have my pillow, my sheets, my blankets, but that of another.

I rushed to the bathroom and flipped the light on, immediately the light blinded me. But as my eyes adjusted, I saw the face of another person there. Not standing off the side or at the toilet/shower, but in the mirror. As I moved my hand in front of my face, so did the man in the mirror. This man was not me.

I screamed in horror.

As did the man in the mirror.

"Shut up!" someone shouted through the walls.

"Sorry!" I called out in a voice that wasn't mine. My hands shot over my mouth to stifle another shocked scream. What the hell was going on? What was the last thing I remembered?

I leaned against the sink and turned on the water and splashed it over my face to calm myself down. I dried the water from my face and looked in the mirror once more, the same face as before was there. I spent the next few minutes making faces and the same image doing the same in the mirror. This went on longer than I would like to admit. If this were some kind of comedy film, the audience may have found it to be funny.

Ok, I was in some other person's body like some kind of isekai novel or something. How I was coming to terms with this so fast, I didn't even want to know. But how did I get here in the first place? I leaned against the counter and closed my eyes. "Ok, think."

Suddenly I felt a crushing sensation in my chest and the memories flowed back into me. I was walking across the street at a busy intersection. The light was red and the crosswalk signal had the white man character. I was crossing and one moment I was contemplating my life after losing my job, the next I felt like my body was being compressed. It all happened in an instant. I remembered seeing the horrified expression of the driver; some forty-something with a trucker cap driving one of those electric (technically) self-driving trucks.

I died. That much was clear. But why was I in the body of some college-age guy? Who was this college-aged guy?

I went into the main area of the apartment and was able to get its basic layout. It was a single-bedroom, single-bathroom apartment. Maybe a total of five hundred square feet if my eyeballing was correct. The apartment was set up in a box pattern. Door which led to a tiny hallway/mudroom for shoes, coats, and umbrellas; it had a closet for what I assumed were for other jackets or other articles of clothing suited to different times of the year. It opened up into the kitchen less than a yard later. The kitchen was a simple one. There was one entrance that had a counter space that looked over the living room. The kitchen had all the essentials; a fridge with a built-in freezer, a stovetop, an oven, and a dishwasher. On the counter was a microwave and what looked to be a Sod*stream dispenser. Looking in one of the cabinets revealed a large liquor collection including beer.

So… I had to be in the body of someone who was at least drinking age?

Moving on, in the sink were unwashed dishes, and in the corner was a trash can. In the living room was a large TV, maybe 50" but it had a console attached to it. On the TV stand were a bunch of DVD/Blu-ray discs that I couldn't spot the labels of, they were turned away. There was a couch and a single reclining chair that looked to be a La-z-b*y. On the coffee table was a laptop that appeared to be charging. At the back wall was a sliding door which led to a balcony. I was at least on a second or higher floor. Off to the side were the last two doors, one for the bedroom and one for the bathroom.

The bathroom had toiletries you'd expect – toothbrush, toothpaste, etc. – as well as a very Western-style bathroom. The bedroom was last. Inside it was a queen-size bed and a dresser. There were a few bookshelves filled with books. On the bedside table was a lamp with a phone charger – the phone was still on the charger – and in a bowl on the table were an assorted different brands of condoms. Looking at a small bedroom trashcan my suspicions were correct in seeing numerous already used prophylactics already tied off and waiting to be disposed up alongside used tissues. The room smelled of cheap perfume and sex. There was a candle on the bedside table and a lighter next to it; clearly for helping cover up the scents. There was one of those speakers that could hook up to your phone as well as a smaller TV hanging on the wall.

Next to the phone was a wallet. I opened it to find the ID in the folded piece of leather. The ID was a government-issued one. On it was the picture of the man's face I was wearing. He had a smile in the picture that some would describe as sleazy. You know the look. It's got that certain... gleam in his eyes. One that promises nothing but unpleasantness if he has you in his sights; more specifically and particularly if you are an attractive woman. The man in the picture matched what I had seen in the mirror: dyed blonde hair with slightly exposed black roots, brown-black eyes, messy if not slicked-back hair, and slightly tanned skin. After running the conversions, was of about 5'11" and about 150 pounds. A completely normal weight and slightly taller height.

Assuming my math was right, but I was no math major.

The name on the ID was that of, "Kenpachi Ramasama?" I said aloud. Wait, where had I heard that name before? I tapped the piece of plastic against my forehead as I racked my brain trying to figure out where the hell I had heard that name before. Then, it hit me.

It was the name of the antagonist of an NTR hentai visual novel that had voice acting. Oddly enough, it was also the name of the save file from an old Let's Play for Persona 4. Though I'm certain that was just a coincidence. In the visual novel, the player takes the third-person observation perspective between the main girl, Futaba Satonaka, and the main antagonist – the aforementioned Kenpachi Ramasama. Futaba had a lover and boyfriend named Ren Ayano who she is stolen from at a party while being boozed up by Kenpachi. He takes advantage of her and blackmails her into sleeping with him behind her boyfriend's back. Finally, he converts her into a drug-addicted gyaru girl and personal cock-warmer and at the end of the game fucks and impregnates her in front of her boyfriend and states that she'll never be anyone else's woman; it is heavily implied that Ren commits suicide in shame and remorse at her betrayal while the new couple is implied to have a very fucked up sexual relationship where he basically pimps her out for cash.

As I remembered this very sexually explicit and fucked up visual novel, Kenpachi's memories came flooding into me. He was a playboy who frequented clubs and slept with women on the regular. It wasn't abnormal for him to go out to a club and conquer new girls, particularly fresh out of high school girls out on their first night clubbing as an adult. There were a few that he paid very close attention to and made them regular fuck buddies. In fact, the lingering smoke was from an office lady in her late twenties who slept with Kenpachi to vent out stress from her borderline black company job. She must have left when he went to sleep. Kenpachi graduated mid-level of his class and decided to go to college, somehow scraping by the entrance exams and spending most time partying, getting drunk, and getting laid. I went through my memories and as far as Kenpachi knew, he had never met Ren or Futaba. In fact, this was the first week of the new semester.

I tried to remember what she looked like. Her post-NTRification – if that could even be considered a word – was that of a woman with long blonde hair with black roots. Tanned skin. Piercings on her ears in several places, nose, navel, nipples, and clitoral hood. Tattoos on her breast pointed toward her nipples that showed sperm penetrating it (something having to do with symbolizing her fertility or something), and above her womb that had 'Property of Kenpachi' written around one of those stereotypical tattoos you'd see on hentai/pop-culture succubus (the one that looks like a stylized womb mockup), and lining her waist a set of small stick figures with lines through them signifying how many times she had gotten pregnant and gotten those pregnancies terminated. Lastly, the very obvious ass and breast implants. She appeared in every sense of the word a slave to pleasure and a broken woman. Her feet were behind her ears begging for seed to be impregnated. Basically, a less drug-addicted Saki from Metamorphosis.

But then I tried to remember what she looked like before her corruption. She looked very normal. Long black hair. A relatively fair complexion; not pale but not overly tanned either. A relatively average height. Sort of bookish. Had glasses but appeared to wear contacts most of the time. A very modest bust size that would be the delight of any man but not too big to be a hindrance. In other words, a completely normal girl that any reader of the hentai visual novel could project themselves on for the sake of a twisted story they would never partake in real life. Basically, a corruption and con-non-con fetish.

I tried to remember what Ren looked like. He wasn't the focus of the visual novel so he only appeared once per chapter when he invited Futaba to do things and she would decline saying that she had things to do. Or, in the case of the chapter before she's fully stolen when she sleeps with him only to discover she can't get off with his member and her body totally belongs to Kenpachi. He had short black hair and looked completely generic. Clearly, it was to allow people to project their lover/love interest onto Ren. If you were to pick the most average of all Japanese men, he'd look like that average. Average height, average weight, average-looking face. Average… everything.

Kenpachi was a man who got girls to cheat on their boyfriends. I was not. I would not approach nor attempt to seduce Futaba. This I swear.

I took a shower and got dressed. I knew how blonde hair got a bad rap, especially on non-foreign nationals, so I slipped on a beanie. Outside of that, the jeans and shoes I wore were inexpensive yet stylish. I threw on the university's branded hoodie on as well. It didn't hide the rest of my facial features, but I looked completely unassuming and that's how I wanted it to be. I wanted to be as anonymous as I could be. Futaba would be left alone with Ren and I… I would figure something else out. Looking at my map app, I found that my apartment was a few blocks away from the campus proper though it was owned by the university. I locked up and started to walk towards the campus for my first class of the day. I looked at my phone to see which class and room it was in today. As I walk, I hear something and spot something out of the corner of my eye. I look up from my phone to see a group of men surrounding a girl near a light pole.

"Hey there, cutie," one man said. "Why don't you come with us, we'll show you a good time."

"I-I really should be going, I'm going to be late for class," a meek-sounding voice said.

"A cutie like you is too good for class," the second man said.

"Yeah, you should come with us. We'll show you a good time," the third said.

"I-I-," the girl said sounding as scared as she was uncomfortable.

I walk over and place a hand on one of the men's shoulders. "Hey-!"

"Maybe you should walk away. The lady said 'no,'" I said in the most intimidating voice I could muster.

They all turned at the same time. "You encroaching on our-!" the first man let out but immediately went pale. "Oh, shit, sorry, man. We didn't know this was your turf." He looked to his companions. "Come on." The three proceeded to run away. This left me with a bit of confusion, but I attributed it to being something in relation to Kenpachi's history or something.

I turn to the girl, "Are you alright?" I ask. As I do, a freight train hits me. It's her. It's Futaba. Shit.

"Thank you," Futaba says. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come by."

"You should get going. You don't want to be late for class, right?" I say as I walk away at a casual pace. I round a corner quickly and try to get out of there as fast as possible. I leaned against a fence just out of sight and sighed. "Five minutes. Five minutes and I already run into her." I look to the sky and say aloud, "What the hell is going on?" This wasn't how the visual novel went.

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Futaba watched in surprise as her knight in shining armor rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight. Her heart was still fluttering like she had butterflies in her chest. The only reason she didn't chase after him was because she was still in a bit of shock at what happened. A scary-looking guy maybe a bit older than her had scared off some students that were harassing her since she entered into this development. She had no illusions. If those boys weren't scared off, she would have been taken somewhere and would have been taken advantage of, just like her mother had warned her of when she moved to the big city.

But her mother had also told her what meeting her father felt like. How her heart pounded in her chest ready to explode. She was also not ignorant of the ways of the pleasure of the flesh. Her mother had detailed in borderline gruesome detail how sex worked from intercourse to its inevitable result of giving birth. She assumed that it was done to scare her away from sex.

But… if it was with that boy who saved her – her knight in shining armor – it'd all be worth it.

He would be hers.

To be continued…?

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And with that, I conclude that this idea is complete for now. Obviously, this is just a pilot, just like all of the other chapters in this repository. And with it being a pilot, it will have its own challenges that will have to be overcome before I can really release something. Let's go over those really quickly. The first thing to note is that all names in this story are placeholder names. Kenpachi Ramasama is from a bit in "Two Best Friends Play Persona 4" and Ren and Futaba both have their names borrowed from their characters in Persona 5; they in no way resemble their game counterparts besides their names. I cannot stress this enough because I know that there are quite a few Ren/Futaba fans out there and I gain nothing from antagonizing them.

Challenges:
1) Names. The names need to be finalized. As mentioned, Kenpachi, Futaba, and Ren are all placeholder names and are not final. Another name is the adult visual novel that this world I'm portraying is a parody of which could involve "hentai logic."
2) The source material. As mentioned in the preface, this story is inspired by the manga "Netorare Manga no Kuzu Otoko ni Tensei Shita Hazu ga Heroine ga Yottekuru Ken" which is still an ongoing series at this time (chapter 12 released earlier this month). I want this story to be its own thing where the only thing that connects this story and this manga is the premise of the protagonist ends up reincarnated into the body of an NTR h-visual novel antagonist and no matter how much he tries to say out of the girl's life, she keeps trying to get him to sleep with her. And eventually, he falls for her and it happens. Until this manga is further along, it will be difficult for me to not reference it or accidentally take story prompts when I don't want to.
3) Whether NSFW content will enter into this at all. You know that I have dabbled in this in the past, but, not only that but this world is supposed to be a parody of a h-visual novel where one would expect that it'd happen eventually. Not immediately, but eventually. Now, whether it will be portrayed in this story, I do not know. Separately? Possibly.
4) No roadmap. While writing stories like this is fine for oneshots or for pilots, not having a roadmap for a story is a death sentence. I don't want to be 60 chapters in and still have no idea where I want to end up. I want to know where I'm going, and I want to know how to get there. This will obviously be the biggest challenge for this story being that it's based on a concept alone. The other thing to take into consideration is the ending. I have, at this point, no idea how this will end.

These are the challenges that I face concerning this story. So, on to other things. As for other ideas, I haven't come up with any new ideas that I haven't already written down (as notes). I have a trio of Fate ideas which all involve different franchises. I have another Legend of Zelda idea which I've been sitting on for a while which may be ready for the pilot treatment. I lastly have a Black Lagoon idea as well. These ideas I hope to release in 2024 at the bare minimum as pilots. On to IRL things.

The last month has been really rough. I was fighting a bad chest cold in the beginning of the year which knocked me out pretty hard. I only recovered last weekend before getting hit with a head cold this time which has had me tired as all hell this last week. Add on top of that some sub-zero weather and a power outage during said sub-zero weather for all of the fun. I recently finished my M&P project and am looking into a 17L next. That one is going to be fun if it's the frame I think it's going to be (needs some more research first). Might be getting a Bushwacker 46 soon, but I'll need to see if it's what I want, though. I've been trying to finish Ultra Moon just to get it done before the big shutdown in about 2 months (at the time of posting) and who knows how much longer Bank will remain online. I've really put this project off and time just keeps on slipping. Hopefully, PMC and Nintendo will keep Bank around for a lot longer since people are still playing the older games if they have ROMs or the actual games (like I have). I'm also wrapping up the beermaking project that my sibling got me for Christmas. Ideally, it should be done next week and ready for bottling and some bottle aging. I'll let you guys know how that ends up.

But that's all I have for now, see you guys in whatever I decide to put out next.