I Possessed the Villain in a Romantic Comedy Game – Chapter 189

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Nekorune
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When I gestured for Chinami to come over, she quickly approached and stood in front of me.

And then, as if she suddenly felt the atmosphere had calmed down, she put her hands inside her hoodie sleeves and acted hesitantly.

I smiled brightly at Chinami and asked.

“You okay?”

Chinami’s body trembled.

The low, deep voice seemed pleasant to hear.

Whether it was Miyuki, Renka, or Chinami, they all really liked this low-pitched voice, making me wonder if I was blessed.

“Oh, it’s nothing…”

It was something.

You were thinking strange things again, weren’t you?

Seeing her bring the sleeve to her mouth and gnaw on it, she was undoubtedly imagining something lewd.

“Would you come a little closer?”

At those words, Chinami took a step forward… With such a tiny stride that it was almost imperceptible.

With a slight smile on my face, I directly approached Chinami’s nose and gently poked its tip, which was reddened by the cold, with my finger.

Then I carefully embraced her and said,

“I am very greedy.”

“…Yes… It seems so…”

“Why do you think so?”

“Well… because you said so yourself, Matsuda-kouhai…?”

I held Chinami, who gave an odd but characteristic answer, in my arms and closed my coat.

“Eek…”

At the same time, she let out a strange gasp and squirmed. She tried to escape but couldn’t, so she quietly buried her face in my chest.

I gently rested my chin on her head, which had poked out through the collar of my coat.

“Do you want to hang out with Miyuki and me on Christmas?”

“…On Christmas…?”

“Yes.”

“With Hanazawa-kouhai…?”

“Yes.”

“Why…? Aren’t you two hanging out alone…?”

“As I told you, I’m greedy. Don’t make plans for that day.”

“…”

“Sounds good?”

“C-Can I think about it and tell you later…?”

It felt like they had become quite close after exchanging private messages last time… Was she planning to ask Miyuki if it was okay?

Whatever it was, it was good for me if the two of them became closer.

“Of course.”

“Okay…”

With Miyuki, I subtly brought up preferences using absurd methods like adult videos, and it somehow worked, but I shouldn’t do that with Chinami. I decided to naturally guide the atmosphere in that direction.

I didn’t know if this would be a misstep or an effective shot. I couldn’t read women’s minds, so I couldn’t always make the best choice.

But I believed it was better to push forward with what I believe than to waste time agonizing over what to do.

‘My head aches.’

I wanted to enjoy Christmas without a single thought, but there was too much to worry about.

I hated such complexity, but what could I do?

My goal was to somehow create a harem without the typical endings found in romantic comedies… I had to be more selfish and daring here.

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The next day, during gym class.

I grumbled internally at the teacher who made us play ball outside on a cold day and then went to a corner of the bleachers and lay down.

And then I admired Miyuki and her friends playing volleyball.

They said pretty girls only hung out with other pretty girls, and that was exactly right.

The bread girl was gloomy and clumsy but exuded the vibe of a sickly beautiful girl, and the class vice president seemed quite refreshing if she took off her glasses…

The rest also had above-average looks.

It was a shame that their gym clothes weren’t bloomers, but putting them in bloomers in winter could cause health problems, so I let it slide.

As I comfortably watched the female students playing volleyball,

*whoosh-!*

I chuckled as a basketball flew towards me in an arc.

It would be a shame if there wasn’t an event like this in Doki Doki Academy, which had every old cliché thrown in.

The problem was that it was a basketball from the male students, not one accidentally bounced by the female students.

*bang-!*

I casually swung my arm, deflected the ball, stood up, and looked at the male students playing basketball at a nearby hoop.

“What is it?”

Then, among the group who were looking at each other and exchanging glances, Tetsuya scratched the back of his head, came up to the bleachers, and apologized to me.

“Sorry… I was trying to pass the ball…”

How hard did he pass for it to fly up to the bleachers, about a meter higher than the basketball hoop?

Surely this bastard… didn’t throw it on purpose, did he?

I couldn’t help but be suspicious about this since this guy would always do nothing but strange things such as these.

If he really did it on purpose, Tetsuya would have been actually volunteering to be a supporting character… no, an extra of this story.

Throwing a blind ball with the intention of making the protagonist stumble, and the protagonist simply catching or deflecting the ball… That was exactly the kind of action an extra who was jealous of a perfect protagonist would do.

I caught the ball that had bounced off the bleacher wall and rolled over, and then I threw it back to Tetsuya.

“Be careful. What if I had been sleeping?”

“Sorry, I’ll be careful next time.”

“Alright.”

As I answered indifferently and lay down on the bleachers again, Tetsuya, who was dribbling the ball like he was juggling with both hands, threw it to his classmates.

And then he tried to sit down next to my head, resting his butt there.

“Move your butt. It stinks.”

As I openly expressed disgust, Tetsuya’s expression twisted.

He opened and closed his mouth as if he had something to say, but eventually, he sighed and headed towards the basketball hoop. He wasn’t adding any annoying remarks today.

Had there been any changes in his feelings after Miyuki openly said she had made plans with me for Christmas last time?

No, I shouldn’t expect that much common sense from Tetsuya.

“Wake up, Matsuda-kun.”

Miyuki’s voice reached my ears as I closed my eyes and spent time meaninglessly.

When I feebly stretched one arm upwards, Miyuki chuckled and gruntingly pulled my arm.

Then she wiped the sweat from her forehead, which had formed from playing volleyball, with a handkerchief, and sat down next to me with her thighs together.

“What did you talk about with Tetsuya-kun?”

“I didn’t talk about anything.”

“But he was saying something?”

“Were you stalking me?”

“What do you mean stalking…? I just happened to look in this direction…”

“Why did your eyes go there?”

“Because you were lying on the bleachers on a cold day.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s not normal, is it? The floor must be really cold…”

“That’s true. Is volleyball over?”

“Yes. We won.”

“Good job. You didn’t make any bets, did you?”

At that, Miyuki let out a weak laugh and shook her head.

“The kids mentioned it, but I told them not to.”

“Why?”

“Of course, betting would make it more fun and passionate… but it could also get intense. Christmas is just two days away, what if someone got hurt?”

Our Miyuki always thought deeply. She was such a generous person.

“But Matsuda-kun.”

Miyuki’s voice tone that followed was slightly lower. She seemed to want to have a serious conversation, so I should listen carefully.

“Huh.”

“You remember the promise I said was only for one time, right?”

Although the context was missing, I understood it immediately upon hearing it.

She was talking about our threesome.

I looked at her with serious eyes and answered,

“I know.”

“Okay… then that’s fine.”

Miyuki patted my thigh and checked the time, then began telling the students to put away the balls.

The fact that Miyuki specifically brought this up today meant that she was also prepared.

I resolved again that after the threesome, I would treat her really well for a while. But had I ever not treated her well?

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“Matsuda-kouhai.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I thought about it carefully, and I have come to the conclusion that I would like to spend Christmas with you and Hanazawa-kouhai.”

What was this mechanical tone? It was unusual.

“Really?”

“Yes. But I also want to spend time with Renka. My heart aches when I think of Renka being lonely alone.”

“I understand.”

“So, if it’s alright with you and Hanazawa-senpai… could we meet late at night? I’ll come to wherever you two are.”

Late at night… that sounded subtly suggestive.

“Of course, that’s fine.”

“That’s a relief. But what do you plan to do when we meet?”

“I plan to find a nice restaurant and have a couple beers.”

“Na- Beer?”

“Yes. Have you never had it?”

“Sometimes…? I don’t drink it often. Sometimes Renka feels like drinking. That’s when we have a simple one.”

If she had never drunk it at all, that would be one thing, but that much seemed okay.

I would stick to the plan. A moderate buzz would help us gather courage.

Miyuki and Chinami, and me too, of course.

“Maybe you don’t particularly want to drink beer?”

“No. It’s fine.”

“Then it’s settled. Let’s go with that.”

“Alright.”

Chinami’s tone was quite stiff.

Was she nervous because she was spending Christmas with a man after always spending it with a female friend?

No, perhaps she was imagining something lewd in her head. Chinami was a pervert, after all.

I gently stroked the back of Chinami’s head to help her relax, and then watched her let out a “pffft” laugh and trot away.

Afterward, I went up a hill for a walk and found Renka sitting on a bench.

She was looking at her phone alone again.

Had a new figure been released? Or was she reading a comic?

I approached Renka very carefully and checked what she was doing.

[Part-time job opening at Akihabara Plastic Model Store.]

[Hourly wage 1000 yen, duties include cashier, organizing, and assisting with plastic model assembly. Preference given to those with knowledge in this area.]

[Looking for people interested in figures!]

[If you can treat figures as precious as your own body, please come to our store! Best welfare in the industry! Apply through this link!]

[Part-time job opening]

[Hall serving, gender irrelevant, 20 years or older, hourly wage 1200 yen, minimum 3 months.]

She was looking at part-time job advertisements.

True to herself, Renka was prioritizing subculture-related part-time jobs.

A mischievous thought came to me, and I brought my lips to Renka’s ear and asked,

“Looking for a part-time job?”

“Hyaaaah!!”

Renka was so surprised she threw both arms up in the air.

As I watched her shiver as if she had seen a ghost and jump up from her seat, I awkwardly scratched the back of my head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d be that startled.”

“Haa… haa… Hey! Why are you looking at someone else’s phone without permission!?”

Was that what was important? Well, that might make sense for you.

“I didn’t look without permission; my eyes just went there naturally.”

“You looked without permission because you approached stealthily!”

“That’s true. But why a part-time job? Are you going to do hall serving?”

I pretended to have only seen the job posting for the hall server without mentioning the figure store part-time job, so Renka, her expression somewhat softened, replied,

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Why? Students commonly do part-time jobs to earn pocket money during vacation.”

“That’s true. But wouldn’t it be better to work at your uncle’s store if you’re going to work?”

“It’s fine to help out occasionally, but going there every day would be too far.”

“You could just stay and eat there.”

“I can’t sleep well if it’s not my own house, my own room.”

“But you slept perfectly fine at the hotel last time…”

“Stop! Stop!”

Renka urgently interrupted me.

She seemed embarrassed by the mention of the hotel.

She looked around as usual to check if there were people, then crossed her arms and motioned towards the clubroom with her chin.

“Stop talking nonsense and get back to work.”

“You’ve been saying that since last time. I’ve finished all my work.”

“If you’ve finished, then practice. The tournament is just around the corner, do you have time to dawdle?”

“Then watch my downward strike.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know much about the Jōdan stance, though?”

“Don’t tell ridiculous lies.”

“…”

She frowned deeply.

The slight wrinkles on the bridge of her nose looked cute.

Her lips moved back and forth with a displeased expression, then she said,

“Alright. Take your stance.”

She couldn’t ignore me wanting to practice, so she finally accepted the offer.

After all was said and done, the president was indeed the president.

A true leader who couldn’t leave out an alienated club member and took care of them… I was moved.

Even if it was half-forced care, what did it matter? As long as she took care of me.

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