I was dragged into the student council room.

    The council officers sat behind desks, watching me like I was being interviewed… or interrogated.

    The top agenda of today’s student council meeting?

    Apparently… me. Kim Sang-hyuk.

    “Sit down.”

    This seat feels like a defendant’s bench.

    Wasn’t a bad life…

    But it’s too early to give up. I still don’t know what’s going on.

    “You’ve got guts.”

    All I did was sit down like you told me…

    “I told you next time you stood out, I’d kill you myself.”

    She was terrifying. It didn’t sound like an empty threat, she looked fully capable of following through.

    Then, one of the female officers raised her hand.

    “Um, President!”

    “What is it, Evangeline?”

    “Did Sang-hyuk always look that handsome? I never noticed!”

    “The rumors are already flying. Everyone’s saying the president was walking with some good-looking guy!”

    “Both of you, shut it.”

    “Yesss…”

    President? So she’s the student council president?

    What the hell did I do to get on her personal hit list?

    There were some who seemed amused, but the room went silent the moment the president opened her mouth.

    “We’ll now begin the hearing.”

    The president looked down at me like I was an insect.

    “Rest assured. I won’t slack off in my efforts to get you expelled.”

    …That’s not good.

    Whatever this body’s biological age is, the real me—Kim Sang-hyuk—isn’t some clueless teenager.

    Even in a world I don’t understand, I know one thing: going off-rails is dangerous.

    And if I want to live proudly as an older brother to my new cute sisters, I’ve got to keep my butt planted firmly in this academy.

    “Your eyes are defiant.”

    “It’s a misunderstanding! I’m just respectfully wide-eyed!”

    My overly submissive tone made a few council members chuckle.

    “…You must’ve used that tone to manipulate the victim too, huh?”

    Wait…victim?

    Even the president seemed to begrudgingly admit I was good-looking. But what’s this about a victim?

    “Evangeline. Read out Kim Sang-hyuk’s violations. He may respond if anything is incorrect.”

    Alright, come at me! I’ll refute it all!

    “Okay, let’s see~ First, he was caught… uh… releasing bodily fluids on Hena’s school items, like her uniform and, um… undergarments.”

    They even had photo evidence.

    I’m dead.

    Cold sweat trickled down my spine.

    “He also walked through the hallways with a girl’s underwear on his head.”

    I did what!?

    “He brought an adult magazine to school and showed it around, saying one of the girls looked like the president.”

    I could feel the president’s brow twitch.

    Why was everything so perverted…?

    “Oh, you even secretly filmed inside the girls’ bathroom? Sang-hyuk, I never took you for that type…”

    How am I not already expelled?

    I was busy figuring out how to survive this disaster.

    But the screen was already displaying undeniable evidence.

    Pictures. Recordings. Audio.

    • “Hey, doesn’t this girl look like the prez? Look—silver hair, naturally huge boobs!”
    • I can’t handle the president’s fat ass, man, the ultimate onahole-optimized ass! Woo-hoo!!

    ‘No, no, NO. Did I actually say that!? That’s my voice!’

    More and more petty crimes popped up, each more ridiculous than the last.
    Just the dress code violations? Eighteen times.

    “Kim Sang-hyuk. Do you deny any of this?”

    “No.”

    There was no escape.

    The evidence was too perfect. Enough to charge me ten times over.

    “Today’s strategy is to act innocent and remorseful?”

    “It’s not like that…”

    Sigh…

    Suddenly, everything just felt so exhausting.

    Why am I trying to seriously defend myself from crimes I didn’t even commit?

    Would they believe me if I tried?

    This was all setting prepared by the eroge goddess. Here, if the goddess said it happened, then it happened.

    And this was exactly that kind of situation.

    Hadn’t the goddess promised to make things convenient and easy for me? Why is this happening?

    Thinking about it seriously, the answer was obvious.

    ‘…Because it’s an eroge.’

    Now that I considered it, there were plenty of reasons the protagonist had to be a total degenerate.

    The protagonist had to be the one committing all sorts of perverted acts against the heroines. If someone like me were the MC, that would be weird, right?

    So this forced, ridiculous event wasn’t here for me to seriously argue and reclaim my honor.

    ‘She said she completely removed the difficulty of the romance routes.’

    Wasn’t the student council president a heroine too?

    If I’m right, escaping this situation might be easier than I thought.

    All I have to do is activate a “lucky pervert” moment and flip this twisted reality into a fanservice scene.

    This ridiculous setup meant to frame me as a criminal?

    It’ll get replaced by some steamy disciplinary sex scene with the president.

    And all these pretty council girls? Bonus trophies

    Thus begins my Academy Harem Life.

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