"What the actual hell! Screw this garbage male lead! I can't believe he's actually sharing his girl! And what is wrong with this author? You'd need severe brain damage to write a plot like this! I swear to..."
In a cheap rental apartnt in Tiannan City, Handong Province, Hua Country, a lean and handso young man was unleashing a barrage of toxic curses at his phone like an absolute madman.
On the screen of his phone, highly explicit scenes were playing, accompanied by a chorus of lewd moans.
The young man's na was Shiroko, and he had just graduated from a third-rate university this year.
In an era where you couldn't throw a rock without hitting a college graduate, the value of his third-rate diploma was exactly as low as one might expect.
After sending out countless resus, he had finally landed his current job: twelve hours a day, no room or board, no holidays, and a ager monthly salary of just over five thousand.
Every day after work, dragging his exhausted body back to his apartnt, his greatest hobby was pulling out his phone and visiting his carefully bookmarked websites.
As the saying went, the rich played with luxury cars and watches, while the broke had to settle for playing with themselves.
Shiroko firmly belonged to the latter category.
Today was no exception. He had opened the site hoping to relieve the pent-up stress of a long, grueling day.
To his absolute dismay, halfway through the video, the trashy male lead actually decided to share his girl with others.
For Shiroko, this was the equivalent of being halfway through a al only to discover half a dead fly in his bowl. It made him utterly sick to his stomach.
Hence the ensuing barrage of curses.
But right in the middle of his tirade, Shiroko's vision suddenly went black, and he lost consciousness.
...
"Yuichi-kun, Yuichi-kun, wake up! Wake up! You're going to be late!"
In his groggy state, Shiroko suddenly heard a gentle voice calling out beside his ear.
Coaxed by the soft voice, he slowly opened his eyes, only to be imdiately greeted by the sight of a massive pair of breasts.
"Is this a dream? I have to admit, it's a pretty great one!"
Still half-asleep, Shiroko subconsciously reached out his hands.
His fingers imdiately t a warm, soft sensation.
But a split second later, an embarrassed and angry gasp rang out, followed by a sharp pain in Shiroko's ear.
"You've got so nerve, Hanyu Yuichi! How dare you take advantage of your own aunt!"
"Ouch, ouch, that hurts! It hurts! This isn't a dream?!"
The sharp sting instantly snapped Shiroko out of his daze.
He stared blankly at the stunning woman before him. She wore a flowing pink dress, her face perfectly oval with delicate eyebrows and skin as pale as snow. Long purple hair cascaded down her back. His brain completely short-circuited. "Miss, who are you..."
Just as he opened his mouth to ask if she was cosplaying, a blinding pain pierced through Shiroko's skull.
It felt as though soone had forcefully cramd a hundred gigabytes of data directly into his brain in a single second. The agony was so intense he wanted to smash his head against a wall.
Clutching his head, Shiroko thrashed around on the bed. "Ah! My head! It hurts so much!"
Seeing his agonizing state, the beautiful woman completely forgot her anger. She hurriedly pulled his head into her embrace and asked anxiously, "Yuichi-kun! Yuichi-kun, what's wrong with you?"
After a long while, the splitting headache finally began to subside. Shiroko was completely drenched in sweat, looking as though he had just been fished out of a river.
"Just hold on a little longer, Yuichi-kun. The ambulance will be here soon. Please, you have to be okay..."
Feeling the soft warmth against his cheek and breathing in her rich, sweet scent, Shiroko forced a weak smile. "Auntie, I'm fine. You can cancel the ambulance."
Thanks to the sudden influx of mories, Shiroko realized he had transmigrated.
He had crossed over to Japan in the early twenty-first century. The original owner of this body was nad Hanyu Yuichi, the future chairman of the Hanyu Group.
The Hanyu Group was quite renowned throughout Japan, specializing in pharmaceutical research, developnt, and manufacturing.
The original owner's mother, Hanyu Shizuka, was hailed as a rising star in the Japanese dical field, destined to beco a leading authority in the industry.
His father had planned for Yuichi to join the company right after college, allowing him to gradually familiarize himself with its operations and lay the groundwork for his eventual succession.
But fate was incredibly cruel. En route to an international dical conference, his parents' plane crashed, claiming both of their lives.
The original Yuichi had succumbed to overwhelming grief, passing away and ultimately allowing Shiroko's soul to take over his body.
As for the stunning woman right in front of him, her na was Iwasaki Mitsuko, his aunt.
Following his parents' tragic deaths, she had stepped up to temporarily manage all of the Hanyu Group's affairs since Yuichi was still too young.
Furthermore, according to his inherited mories, this so-called aunt shared no actual blood relation with him.
She was an orphan whom his maternal grandparents had adopted and raised as their own.
But none of that mattered right now. The most crucial detail was that Yuichi was currently a third-year student at Seifu Academy, and he had a desk-mate nad Kanzaki Marina.
The na Kanzaki Marina might not ring any bells, but her other na would undoubtedly sound incredibly familiar—Akizuki Marina.
That's right. She was the female lead from a notoriously corrupted ani.
According to her, the teacher in charge of their chemistry lab was currently dating her mother. It probably wouldn't be long before she officially changed her surna to Akizuki.
Yes, that very sa chemistry teacher was the despicable bastard from the original plot who shared his stepdaughters with others—Akizuki Kozo.
On top of that, there was a guy in their class who always sat in the corner. He had dyed blonde hair, gave off a constantly gloomy vibe, and went by the na Amiya Kazuhiko.
Rumor had it that his father had just married a new stepmother a year ago, though Kazuhiko had never revealed her na.
'Holy shit, I actually transmigrated into this ssed-up ani universe. This is just...'
'No! Since I'm here now, I absolutely refuse to just sit back and watch these tragedies unfold! NTR bastards must die! Those sick perverts must die!'
Recalling the miserable fates of the heroines in the original plots, Shiroko—or rather, Hanyu Yuichi—roared furiously in his heart.
Feeling Yuichi's body suddenly jolt in her arms, Mitsuko looked down, her gorgeous face etched with worry. "Yuichi-kun, what's wrong? Are you still feeling unwell?"
"I'm fine, Auntie. I'm just a little tired, that's all. You don't need to worry about !"
Seeing her genuine concern, a wave of warmth washed over his heart. He offered a faint smile and shook his head.
"No, we still need to go to the hospital. My sister entrusted you to my care before she passed away. I absolutely cannot let anything happen to you!"
With that said, Mitsuko tried to pull him up to take him to the hospital, but he firmly stopped her. "I'm really fine. It's getting late, Auntie. You should hurry up and head to work!"
"If you're late, it might ruin that strict Iron Lady image you've built up at the company."
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