"SENPAI! ANY SENPAIS AVAILABLE?" The usual treatment, but this time no one actually comes to go close to me or even look at me. Senpais are much more brutal. Well, I mean I'm taking the role of the kouhai, who are usually assertive. Let's see how this goes. I grabbed the arm of a girl. I tried my best to be assertive. "Senpai, let's go home!" It may have ended up being cheesy and cringey instead, but I can manage. The girl was startled and let go of my grasp. "Um, who are you? And why are you touching me?" she asked. "But...I'm your kouhai, right? Gimme the nice treatment." My face shined brightly. "Eugh!" Her face turns into a hint of disgust, "NICE MY A*S, WHO ARE YOU?" she asked. "NICE CURSING! YOU'RE DEFINITELY MY TYPE! NOW COME HOME WITH ME!" People began to look around us, giving us suspicious glares. "Hey, choose your wording..." she told me. "Man, that would be a nice experience, especially since we're gonna be all alone..." "HEY! WORDING!" I'm cultured enoug
I arrived at the doorstep. I turned the knob and I welcome myself into my house. "I'm home!" Beep. Boop. I heard video game noises from upstairs. A voice of a girl and a boy came along with it. "I win again!" the girly voice cheered. "No fair! One more!" the voice of a boy replied. What are those sounds? I took a step into my house and the whole atmosphere changed immediately. This... aura! The aura of romance! DISGUSTING! PWEH! I spit on the trash bin to my left. This sweetly sensation... is… weakening me... SICKENING! "Blech!" The door leading up to my room for gaming was open. A bright line shines through the gap. I took a peek inside the room filled with noises. I saw two people playing on my gaming console. WHO IN THE WORLD HAS THE AUDACITY TO TOUCH MY WIFE, MY PLAYSTAT-... damn you author... I had to revise my statement, even in my thoughts, or the author would shut me up for referencing a copyrighted brand. MY PLAYCAMP 4! That's a bad substitute. But there’s n
Note: The Slice-of-Life Boys. "Hey Ishimoto, tell us a dark joke," Hara requested. "A refrigerator with food is the same as a cannibal opening an air-conditioned room full of people," Ishimoto answered. "Woah, man! Too dark! Another one, but not too dark," Yoshida requested. "If a cat in a box filled with radiation is Schrödinger's cat, can a human-dog hybrid eating chocolate be considered the same?" Ishimoto answered. "Too smart!" Arata praised. I analyzed their antics. I can be a Slice-of-Life, but that's the lowest of the low. I'll have that as my last resort since right now, I'm in desperate need. Now, what genres and themes do we have? I'll start with what comes up to mind. I started listing out the genres and themes. Adventure. Nope, no chance. Action, that's for shounen, mostly. Comedy, I have a knack for this one, I'll leave this on standby. Romance, pshhh. "I ain't a mob character for no reason, eh?" Sports, as if. Parody... "I'm already mocking certain stereotyp
April 15, 20XX 8:11 AM "I WAS GONNA TRY SCI-FI, BUT YOU PUSHED ME TO THE LIMITS!" If I can't be the main character, no one will... AND NO SHOULD BE! "I'll make it work this time, by using a different and smarter method." With my status as a mob character, I'd be most likely ignored by the main characters surrounding me. This is why my plan to make the rom-com vulgar failed. So in order to successfully cancel this sh*tty story, instead of being directly involved, how about I be indirect? "That way I ruin their progress and create unnecessary filler events. I really am a genius! Now, who to mess with? I shouldn't mess with the Shounen Protagonist, he protects us from enemies, so it would be bad if I messed with him." "How about I mess the rom-com again?" I laughed and snickered at the unfortunate soul. I'll mess with them first. … .. . Ring. Ring. The school bell rang. Class was about to begin. Morine was hugging Tamaki. I stared at them and smiled with evil intent. I ros
April 19, 20XX 8:20 AM I'm giving this world three chances, after that... I sighed, "If only I could kill myself though…" However, I chose to ignore this notion and decide to plan. With my tip-top smarts, I could top at any time. And that's why I decided to join... A door opened. "Hello! I'm here to join the researchers of the future club!" I said enthusiastically. Three people stared at him, 2 boys and a girl. "Can you please quiet down, we're doing research here..." the first boy said to me. "Oh, Toshiaki-kun, you need to be more mindful of your kouhais," the second one replied to the first. He took a closer inspection of me. "Huh?" He stared at me. "Wait, aren't you in the same class as we are? What was your name again?" he asked. Ehehehe, they never noticed me, haven't they? "My name is Kibe Takayuki," I introduced myself. "I'm Yuu Kajiwara, I'm the leader here. You can call me Kajiwara-san. That guy over there is Toshiaki Sando-kun," he pointed to the other guy
I’m inside my room. WAHHHHHHHH! It's bad to get involved in time. I've never seen an anime or manga that did not involve psychological horror or thriller with time travel. One such example is St**ns;gate. I sighed. "I thought I finally had it, too bad. Now two more chances… Hang on, let me analyze this a bit more thoroughly." "Hmmmm... I GOT IT!" The main reason that I do not have the role of the main protagonist is that... "I do not meet the criteria... My personality doesn't meet the expectations of that of a main character, and because it didn't fit those even of a side character, I was set to a background character." "Aren't there people who have much worse conditions? Oh hold on, they are probably antagonists or villain protagonists. But I don't want either of those roles though. " I smirked and laughed. AND THAT'S WHY MY PLAN IS PERFECT! I can't believe I have to resort to this, but I have to… "I'll become the sacred protagonist, or in other words... a Hentai Protagoni
"All I have to do is to drink the drug, right?" I was at home, inside my room, sitting on my bed. The drug was in my right hand. A glass of water was on top of the table beside my bed. "Well, here goes nothing." I threw the drug into my mouth and grabbed the glass of water. I gulped away. Glug. Glug. Glug. Now to wait. "Never mind, I'm tired. I'll go to sleep." I snuggle in my bed with my blanket. I ended the day. … .. . April 27, 20XX 7:00 AM Yawn. I stretched out my arms and got up from my bed. Hm? Why can't I see anything? What's this on my face? I touched the obscure thing blocking my vision. Hair? Huh? I quickly set aside the thing that blocked my vision which I thought to be my hair. My suspicions were right and I admired the long bangs I had. This.... is my hair? IT WORKED! "Wait, I need to see it in the mirror." I opened the door. I turned to the left and went to the bathroom. There was a large rectangular mirror right near the sink. "Woah... This is pret
May 5, 20XX I was typing in my home, back in my room. I sighed. That was a mess of things. When I texted Okada back at home, she said that she didn't remember anything and teased me that I was a degenerate. "That ungrateful b*tch." But luckily for me, she canceled our meetings for Golden Week. I put my finger on my chin. So what actually happened? "Though it was a total waste of an opportunity, I can't take it again because the rule of Hentai knows no bounds nor ethics, and I can't have that." These past few days, I have reflected back and analyzed my experiences thus far and have formulated a theory. Or should I call it a theorem because it's bound to be true anyway? "Now then... " I called it... "The Overruling Statement. It is defined as the rule which only occurs in a world full of protagonists, specifically, this one, which happens whenever two protagonists cross each other's paths, is the phenomenon where a genre, place, theme, person's personality, role, and its ever