Kazuma continued to gaze out the window, watching the scenes unfolding below the school. The streets were filled with students entering the school gates, talking to each other or busy with their morning activities.
A few luxury cars were parked in the yard, indicating the social status of their occupants. Yet, all of it blurred into the background for Kazuma.
His mind drifted between the memories of the body he now inhabited and the unfamiliar feelings swirling within him.
Suddenly, the loud sound of the classroom door opening diverted his attention.
Kazuma turned toward the door with a cold look, initially uninterested, until his eyes met the figure who had just entered the room.
Standing there was a girl whose appearance seemed to make time pause for a moment. She possessed striking beauty—the kind of beauty that could command attention in a room without trying. Her body was proportionate with perfect curves, creating a harmony between elegance and sensuality. Her waist was slim, contrasting with her wide and rounded hips, while her full chest seemed ready to burst through the buttons of the school uniform she wore.
Her face was perfectly oval, adorned with a pair of large brown eyes that emitted a mysterious and captivating aura. Her eyes sparkled under the classroom lights, ensnaring anyone who looked into them, drawn for reasons they couldn't quite understand. Her skin was clean and fair with a natural pink hue on her cheeks, adding an element of cheerful charm to her allure.
Her nose was small and delicate, while her lips were full with a natural red hue, forming a smile that was sweet yet teasing. Her long, silky brown hair fell neatly down her back, shimmering under the light, reflecting a girl who always took care of her appearance. Her hair was decorated with a small ribbon on the side, adding a cute touch to her overall look.
She wore a typical school uniform with a crisp white blouse and a red bow tie at the neck, a navy pleated skirt that reached just above her knees, revealing her long legs wrapped in white knee-high socks. Shiny black shoes added a touch of neatness and elegance to her appearance, making her seem like the perfect student. However, she was somewhat short, standing just 158 cm tall.
As the girl stepped into the classroom, the atmosphere instantly changed. Several male students gazed at her with admiration and unconcealed lust.
Even some of the female students couldn't resist glancing, feeling challenged by her natural beauty. However, Kazuma ignored the reactions of others.
His heart suddenly raced.
This feeling... It wasn't from him, but from the body he inhabited. Kazuma could feel the strong heartbeat, as if something was shaking him from the inside. His gaze was fixed sharply on the girl. He tried to calm himself, but his eyes remained glued to her. Something about her presence made Kazuma feel uneasy, as if there was more to her than just beauty that caused this sensation.
Suddenly, memories flowed back into his mind.
The girl's figure wasn't unfamiliar. Yes, he recognized her. He knew who this girl was. In an instant, Kazuma realized that she was the heroine in an NTR manga he had read before this strange event happened to him.
The girl's name was Shira Mizuhara. In that story, Shira was the center of conflict and suffering. She was the girl who became a victim, trapped in manipulation and humiliation by the main character of the world Kazuma now occupied.
Kazuma's eyes sharpened. So, he could only resign himself to the fact that he was now the villain. And this girl... the girl who was the victim of the manga story he had read, now stood before him, in the real world.
Kazuma let out a soft sigh, even as his heart continued to beat rapidly.
However, one thing was clear in his mind: Shira Mizuhara must not suffer the same fate as in the story. At least, not in this world, not as long as Kazuma still breathed.