Mori Takuya. No—the boy formerly known as Sato Takuya.
His life was bizarre.
No, calling it bizarre would be an understatement. It was a complete mess.
Let's start with his parents' relationship, which was far from normal.
His father was a successful company employee in his early 30s, and his mother was an ordinary housewife in her early 20s.
At first glance, this might sound like a typical case of a man being a scoundrel, but the reality was far more twisted.
Just four lines are enough to illustrate how messed up this couple's relationship was:
1. This body's biological father, Sato Daichi, was a 30-year-old virgin who had never been in a relationship.
2. This body's biological mother, Sakuragi Yuka, was a woman Daichi paid for his first sexual experience.
3. After some time together, Daichi, driven by curiosity, decided to try unprotected sex and ended up getting her pregnant.
4. The biggest problem? Yuka was only 17 years old at the time—a minor.
Just those four lines are enough to understand why this family was a disaster.
But the real depths of this mess had yet to be revealed.
Despite the circumstances, Daichi surprisingly decided to take responsibility.
He wasn't entirely a piece of human garbage, but…
Well, considering what happened next, he kind of was.
Two years after the child was born, they finally had a wedding.
Why the two-year delay?
Because Daichi was working at a prestigious company and wanted to focus on advancing his career before settling down.
After the wedding, life seemed decent—at least at first.
Daichi, who had been a socially awkward virgin, began to change. He started having conversations with his wife, updated his wardrobe, and even changed his hairstyle based on Yuka's suggestions. Yuka, on the other hand, enjoyed the comforts of living in a wealthy household.
If things had stayed like this, Takuya might have grown up as an illegitimate child but with loving parents. The end.
But reality was a cesspool.
Daichi, now confident, attractive, and wealthy, began cheating on Yuka.
That was the beginning of the downfall.
At first, Yuka pretended not to notice the affair.
Part of it was because she didn't truly love Daichi, but it was also because, in Japanese society, men cheating was somewhat socially acceptable.
If it had stayed at that level, things might have been manageable.
But Daichi didn't know his limits.
He became so brazen that he started bringing women into the house where Yuka lived. Eventually, Yuka couldn't take it anymore and filed for divorce.
This happened when Takuya was around five years old.
Yuka didn't want the money or to raise a child who reminded her of her ex-husband, so custody was granted to Daichi.
After the divorce, Daichi didn't reflect on his actions. Instead, he started networking with influential people.
Somehow, he managed to remarry—this time to the daughter of a powerful family.
I don't know how he pulled it off. Despite the stigma of being a divorced man, he still managed to marry into a well-connected family. It's nothing short of astonishing.
The woman he married after the divorce was Mori Ayaka.
As the daughter of an influential family, Ayaka was skilled in household management and an excellent homemaker.
Naturally, she was also great at taking care of and educating children.
It's not that Yuka was incapable, but the difference in their upbringing and education meant there was a noticeable gap in quality.
If Yuka was Takuya's biological mother, Ayaka became his spiritual mother.
They lived peacefully for another four years, until Takuya turned ten.
Then, Mori Ayaka and Daichi divorced again.
The reason is unclear. Based on Takuya's memories…
"No. What are you talking about! It was clearly ■@!#$@$go-!"
It's safe to assume it was due to a clash of opinions between Daichi and Ayaka's family.
I don't know the details. All I remember is Daichi's angry voice after a phone call, a memory etched in Takuya's mind.
This time, after the divorce, Daichi didn't take Takuya with him.
Perhaps he realized that having a child would hold him back.
So, he handed custody of Takuya over to Ayaka and moved on to climb higher in society.
Ayaka ended up raising a child who wasn't biologically hers.
Of course, her family found out and was furious, demanding she abandon the child. But Ayaka refused.
As a result, she was disowned and kicked out of the Mori family.
What saved Ayaka and Takuya, who now had nowhere to go, was…
"If you have nowhere else to go, why don't you live with me?"
It was Yuka, who was living a peaceful life in her hometown.
Yuka took in Takuya and Ayaka, and the three of them began living together.
That was the life of Mori Takuya.
So, why am I telling this story?
The reason is simple.
Because…
"Takuya, is it good?"
"Yes…"
"Don't be picky. Eat this too."
The two women were hovering over me, feeding me side dishes.
'This is too much!'
I was incredibly uncomfortable with this situation.
Even if it were my real mother, it would have been awkward. But imagine how it feels when two women you've just met are doing this.
It's driving me crazy.
And then there's Yuka's outfit.
'No, even at home, that's too much!'
Though they were mothers, their figures were anything but motherly. The real problem was Yuka's choice of clothing.
She was wearing something that modern Korean men would instantly recognize: black dolphin shorts and a white tank top.
'No, don't sit like that in dolphin shorts…'
She was sitting cross-legged on the chair, her toned thighs and wiggling toes stimulating my male instincts.
Thanks to that, I was having a terrible time.
I was already mortified after getting an erection in front of my friend's mom earlier. But to have it happen again in front of my "mothers," even if this wasn't my body—
'If this happens again, I'm running away.'
If Ayaka hadn't been wearing a modest outfit, I might have lost my mind.
'No, but with a body like that, what if she wore something provocative?'
Even in her neat clothes, Ayaka's figure was stunning. But at least she wasn't as overtly stimulating as Yuka.
I finished the meal, unsure if the food was going into my nose or my mouth, while being sandwiched between these two women. As soon as I could, I excused myself and bolted to my room.
For reference, Takuya's room was at the end of the hallway on the second floor.
When I entered, the scene that greeted me wasn't what you'd expect from a typical student's room.
'As expected, there are a lot of pictures, just like in my memories…'
The walls were plastered with photos of sexy women, presumably gravure models.
As I stepped inside, the tension I'd been feeling melted away.
Perhaps my instincts recognized this room as a safe space.
I flopped down on the bed.
Thud.
"Haa…"
I let out a deep sigh.
Despite pretending to be calm, my head was throbbing.
Being transported into a game, gaining game-like abilities, and now dealing with Takuya's complicated past—it was all too much to process at once.
My mind was a jumbled mess.
There was so much more to think about: how long the Ero Villain series would last, whether Miyuki would act according to the game's storyline, and most importantly—
'Where did the soul of this body's original owner, Takuya, go?'
From the trivial to the critical, there were too many things to consider.
Naturally, I couldn't help but sigh.
I lay on the bed for a long time, lamenting my situation.
"Okay. I can't stay like this."
I pulled myself together and started doing what needed to be done.
First, I found a notebook in Takuya's room and began writing in Korean.
The title?
[List of Ero Villain Series and Detailed Information]
I wrote down everything I could remember about the games from the Ero Villain circle.
This was a crucial task I had to complete while my memories were still fresh.
'If there's a first scenario, there must be a next one.'
And it was likely part of a series made by the same circle.
Just to be safe, I planned to jot down all the adult games I could recall.
'I wonder how much I'll remember…'
I wasn't sure if I'd recall everything, but I had to try.
So, I—now living as Takuya—spent the entire night compiling the list of Ero Villain games and their characteristics.
All while feeling someone's gaze watching me.
It was a truly productive night.
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[Each scenario may have sub-episodes.]