Became a Villain Heroine in a Harem Story

Time passed, and I graduated from high school.

I didn’t make any friends at all.

I wasn’t particularly sociable or outgoing to begin with, so it would be impossible to get along normally with other high school girls now.

Who would like a delinquent student who secretly smokes?

Despite that incident, neither my ability nor my appearance was revealed. To be honest, I was lucky.

No, it wasn’t something that could be explained by luck.

This must be predetermined fate without a doubt.

The year I turned 20.

January 1st.

I immediately reported my ability to the local district office.

Generally, abilities bloom in childhood and develop naturally as the body grows. It could be considered another bodily function of humans.

Therefore, reporting an ability in the year one becomes an adult inevitably raises suspicion.

For example, suspicions like “Weren’t you deliberately avoiding reporting your ability?”

Unfortunately, this country wasn’t relaxed enough to suspect each person who voluntarily reported, and was busy forcibly bringing in minors who had legally become adults overnight for physical examinations.

In such a situation, someone like me who came to report voluntarily was viewed as a sort of oddball.

You hid your ability all this time to avoid the academy, so why are you voluntarily reporting now?

That kind of look.

: With this, the first stage is complete.

‘Yes. Next is…’

: The entrance ceremony.

‘I’ll handle it myself.’

: Please… refrain from doing anything conspicuous.

Of course, I had no intention of doing anything conspicuous.

The protagonist, and other heroines. Broadening the scope further, the events that occur at the academy.

I had no intention of getting involved in any of it.

To begin with, didn’t I cause more incidents in the game scenario?

As time gradually passed, the moment when I could use my knowledge of the future was approaching.

And at this point, there was one thing I belatedly realized.

There’s something odd about the knowledge of the future I have and the knowledge the “status window” has.

Simply put, the scenario branches like a fork at certain points.

“Hey.”

: It’s been quite a while since you spoke out loud.

“What do you want from me? Now that I’ve decided to do as you wish, you can at least tell me that much.”

: I plan to inform you through quests later. But, to give you a little service… I want you to thoroughly perform the role of a villain.

“Ah, I see. I don’t really care.”

My already somewhat broken spirit had let go of everything and given up.

If I act like a machine that fulfills the status window’s quests… someday I might get the ability it promised and make everything as if it never happened.

I just live with such a vague expectation and a goal that strongly has the character of escaping reality.

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SAGA Academy.

Like other mass-produced academy harem stories, this game doesn’t deviate much from the general framework.

Especially the entrance ceremony was one of the events with so little effort that it seemed copy-pasted.

You know roughly. The entrance ceremony where the principal creates monsters with illusions and observes the response.

Sure enough, they’ll do the same thing at this entrance ceremony too.

To be honest, does an academy that’s more like a “local security defense force training institution” need such a test…?

It’s probably closer to being the principal’s hobby rather than a test.

Anyway, the reason such an entrance ceremony is possible is deeply related to the principal’s ability.

‘Illusion Creation.’

Brings the illusions they imagine into reality. And those illusions have physical force and mass that can directly intervene in reality.

It wasn’t a powerful ability that changes reality or alters concepts themselves.

Originally in these ability battle stories, the simpler the explanation of an ability, the better its performance tends to be, so it couldn’t be ignored.

…More than that, will that gimmick be effective?

Even this mass-produced dating sim game had some pride, as there was a unique choice in the entrance ceremony story… which was “attacking the principal.”

In other words, if you see through the fact that it’s the principal creating these illusory monsters… and attack the principal, the entrance ceremony ends immediately. You can instantly raise your favorability with the faculty.

‘To begin with, why does attacking the principal raise the faculty’s favorability….’

I decided not to do anything conspicuous.

Of course, I won’t do such a thing.

If there’s a problem, it’s how the protagonist will act.

No matter how mass-produced the dating sim game is, it supports multiple endings depending on the player’s choices.

If he performs this “gimmick”… it means he’s following a route other than the official route recognized by the developer.

If that happens, it becomes difficult for me to predict the subsequent story.

It was one of the worst cases in many ways.

No, maybe it doesn’t matter.

Even if I can’t predict, the status window will give me quests. I just need to complete them.

Do I… need to think about it?

Yes. For this entrance ceremony, I just need to get through it normally without standing out. It’s a simple matter that doesn’t require deep thought. Right?

‘I’m out of cigarettes.’

Can’t be helped.

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The academy has a free uniform policy.

You can wear the uniform, not wear it, or modify it as you please.

It doesn’t end there.

Except for mandatory classes and classes related to your ability, you don’t have to attend other classes.

By the way, the academy designates classes related to your ability after reviewing your personal information.

There’s no need to struggle with creating a complicated schedule or course registration.

Yes. Thanks to this free atmosphere and the unique system of forcibly bringing in and enrolling “ability users”… the academy is quite low in quality.

‘…The protagonist.’

Like the outfit of the protagonist I’m looking at right now.

A somewhat dazed expression, white bleached hair, white eyes, black shirt and black pants matched with a black leather belt.

Except for his head, that delinquent-looking person who’s dressed entirely in black is the blessed protagonist of this harem story.

His name is “Ryu Seong.”

Didn’t I explain before that a protagonist is “a flawless and good superman who saves people without even realizing it”?

Yes. That’s right.

However, there was nothing at all about the protagonist’s appearance in that description.

He is indeed a flawless good superman. It’s just that his appearance tends to cause misunderstandings.

: That man is our enemy.

‘…Yes.’

: His ability is…

‘I know.’

I walked toward the school gate, being careful not to make eye contact.

Perhaps because a bottleneck occurred as many people gathered in a narrow passage, I unintentionally bumped into many people.

I felt extremely irritated.

Others’ smells and traces remained on my precious suit coat. It felt like the memories he left for me were gradually fading.

I know.

I know well enough that they didn’t intentionally bump into me.

Without realizing it, my expression became furrowed. My already sharp impression had made my high school life difficult, should I learn how to manage my expressions?

Or perhaps, it would be good to learn how to hurt people.

Because whenever conflicts arose in high school, I would hit them appropriately without being noticed.

Thinking back, maybe I just needed someone to vent my frustration on.

I was annoyed.

‘It’s spacious.’

The huge field of the academy I had finally entered had plastic chairs placed at regular intervals on the grass.

The faculty and principal appear on the stage in the center.

There was no boring speech from the principal that we know.

The test started right away.

[Academy Enrollment]

[Complete]

Along with the text.

It signals that the story has now entered the introduction.

I don’t do anything conspicuous, just sit quietly on the plastic chair and wait for the situation to end.

And after about 10 seconds had passed.

Suddenly the irritation, which was gradually building up, became unbearable, and I couldn’t understand myself.

My body was itchy.

It’s withdrawal.

The thing I always kept in my mouth to make my head momentarily blank was gone.

I became vaguely anxious about this situation.

It felt like every gaze around was looking at me.

Everyone is whispering that it’s my fault.

My skin became extremely sensitive, and even the fabric touching my skin was painful.

My hands started to tremble.

Sweat gradually formed on my body. My back became damp.

My head hurts.

I felt nauseous. My stomach hurts. I feel like dry heaving.

I needed a cigarette. To make this terrible pain, this situation, everything blurry and dull, even for a very short time.

Right now, I needed a cigarette.

I wish everything would end quickly.

: Bia…?

‘Sorry. I’ll try to get a patch next time.’

: Bia, don’t do it.

I moved my shadow.

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And sure enough.

Things didn’t resolve easily as I thought.

This time too.