This is a story about a man who seeks freedom in solitude.
"Lo~nely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own"
Hans sings the song in his head as he mindlessly clicks and clacks on the keyboard writing yet his latest story. As an author from his past world, the only honest trade he knows is to engage in this industry where his only capital is his imagination, laptop, and a cat.
The first order of business since arriving in City Z is to sell a single bottle of Love Potion. Because it is highly illegal and even in the notorious City Z where all kinds of scum lives, the Love Potion is a hot commodity that people will kill for, it took some time for Hans to sell the Love Potion.
Once he finishes his first, and hopefully last business deal, he immediately goes on a roll. Buys himself a laptop, meets up with a broker who can provide him with a fake identity, applies for an internet modem, and then sets up an account under his name in the World Bank, the only bank that ever exist in the world which is frankly screaming it is a powerhouse that possesses sole control of the economy of this world.
Of course, Hans doesn't need to concern himself with worldly matters. He is now a hermit, a recluse, and a total outcast, and he likes it to stay that way.
Writing a novel with the title, "Chad: The Ultimate Guide on Courting Girls." It sounds like a scam manual, but it is actually a novel targeting the male audience in general. Hans joins one of the lesser affluent web fiction publishing sites— Tall Tales is the name of the site.
Ironheart: Thank you, author! You opened my eyes…
Guru~NO: I knew it! What a Chad move! Writing a novel literally about slapping girls.
Nanana: Hey! That is overly misogynistic!
CurryCry: Boohoo! I wanna cry! Cry for gender equality!
Mama: Woohoo~ I love you Chad!
Hans doesn't care about the 'controversy' his novel is causing, and neither so is the hubbub his readers are making. The novel talks about Chad, the male lead, of the novel who suddenly finds himself in the world of the novel he wrote where women are the lesser minority which is infinitely ironic retrospective to Hans's situation.
In conclusion, it is trippy as fuck.
To the readers, however, this novel is… very novel…
Hans has been busy running and coming over the streets to sell his Love Potion so only now did Hans has the opportunity to stay in his apartment, and for the whole day, he dedicates himself to writing his novel.
The first few days of his stay are super hectic, and he has to steal kisses using his magic ability just to sustain his Geass. He literally has no boundaries, and even gives his kisses to the first woman he sees. To his curiosity, the ratio of beautiful women is so much higher than ugly women.
Does the aesthetic of this world skies in a great deal from what Hans knows?
In fact, Hans has not seen a single woman that strays from the general aesthetic that rouses a man's heart. Hans is starting to believe that maybe, ugly women don't exist in this world. The same is true for men, who so far, Hans does not have the fortune of encountering.
It is not like having pimples, and unshapely contours are deplorable, but ugly is just a word. While Hans feels fortunate that he falls to the more charming side, he doesn't feel any sense of superiority to his friends that lack the same charm he does.
After all, charm is not all about the face.
Feeling curious about the standard of beauty of this world, Hans searches the internet for ugly… and to his surprise… not a single woman appears on his search engine. There are only guys… whose faces are about the same as his.
"Oho~ so I am ugly, huh?"
Hans searches for handsome on the internet, and contributing just more to his surprise are the pictures of men with immaculate beauty. Hans searches for beautiful girls, and for the first time arriving in this world, Hans feels his worldview breaking down. The standard of beauty in this world is just too high, and even the top models from his old world will pale in comparison to them.
"Only 2d can compete with this…"
When he ought to fulfill more of his curiosity, he hears a commotion from the outside. It is past 8:00 pm already and the 'brothel', legally known as a night club is about to start its activities. Hans opens his window and gives a quick catcall to a random passerby.
Sometimes, Hans has brilliant points about him like his decisiveness, desperation, and a convoluted sense of duty. However, most often, he is an idiot.
In a world mostly dominated by men, of course, most often, the roles will be in reverse. For example, the muses and hookers he recalls to be existing everywhere in the shady red districts of his old world are now gone, but instead, there are escorts and manwhores.
"Surely, they will have customers, right?" Hans calms himself down with logic, and within his expectations, a woman does visit the nightclub.
Standing over two meters tall, and having hairy legs… Hans will rather believe it is a guy in cross-dressing. Because of too much confusion, he lets the opportunity slip by him. He watches the manly woman enter the nightclub.
"Calm down me, there should be second chances."
Shortly after, a woman with long legs and a thin waistline enters Hans's sight. Hans disallowing to repeat the same mistake inhale a lot of air in preparation to shout his 'compliments' as his Geas requires. However, before he even shouts out his compliment, Hans starts gagging on his lungs she horrifyingly retreats from the window, the sight of the shrimp scares the hell out of him. It is what people usually call a nice body, but a bad face.
Hans is generally discriminatory over everything. However sometimes, when he is silent and simply just internalizing his emotions, he is a good guy that will be hard to hate. His friends label him as the silent type who only reveals his biases when alone.
"I know I am a jerk, and by the norm, I shouldn't be this judgmental…" Stereotypes are often forgiven, but not the unfounded judgment of another that has no basis.
So what if a person has hair on her legs, does it make her any lesser as a woman? Even if that person is sporting six packs, and a definitely alpha male face, it doesn't make them not a woman.
It is the same if the person has shrimp for a face. Ugly is subjective, but beauty is always objective. Without fault, everyone is beautiful! For beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Hans psyche himself thinking how wonderful he is adjusting to this world.
Another woman enters Hans's sight while he idly slumps by the window. The woman's backless tight bikini faces Hans. The exposure of skin is excessive, but Hans has to respect that. The woman has beautiful luscious green hair, a tall stature, and a perfect S curve like a top model. The way she walks tells Hans that she must have experience in a pageant and walking through the runway.
Hans calms his nerves by telling himself not to be judgmental like before, and not to be sarcastic like he usually does with Mira.
"Miss!" He shouts catching heads to turn on his way. "Your hair is as verdant as the grasses dancing in the wind in early spring! Your beauty is unique, and only through your smile, will your charm truly shine just like the rays of sunlight peeking from the canopy of leaves of the forest!"
Already simping on the stranger, Hans lets out his 'compliments' almost like a serenade. The way Hans structures his 'compliment' is like a sudden declaration of love that bards perform to gather an audience.
The woman with green hair turns her head around and smiles at Hans beautiful like sweet poison. Her tight backless bikini-like attire tightens on her body creating more bounce in her movement.
In Hans's eyes, though, the choice of clothing is problematic and uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Hans realizes something is wrong. He doesn't feel the tingling in his tongue that signifies the completion of the sincere compliments that his Geass spurs him to give.
The woman with green hair turns her complete body and looks at Hans with red cheeks clearly under the influence of intoxication by the sudden 'confession', which by no means is just Hans's version of catcalling.
To Hans's horror, something is bulging from the bikini in between the green-haired woman's legs. It is truly a tight one-piece that looks so perfect for her, err, in this case, he, whose 'womanly charms' are all but fake.
"…"