I stepped onto the street and started walking through Tokyo.
The city was busy. Cars passed. People talked. Neon signs flashed.
But when I walked by, the atmosphere changed.
People stared at me. Some women blushed and looked away quickly, while the men shifted their eyes or pretended not to notice me. But in the end, no one said anything.
I didn't blame them.
Standing at 2.05 meters tall with an extremely muscular body and a sharp, handsome face, I stood out. My black, stylish outfit made me look nothing like the average guy walking around here.
Most of the people I saw were small. Thin. Weak. They looked like they hadn't exercised a single day in their lives.
I looked like I didn't belong here. And I truly didn't.
But I kept moving forward.
A group of girls walking together slowed down as I passed by. One of them accidentally bumped into a pole because she wasn't watching where she was going. Her friends giggled, but I didn't even glance her way.
Two guys in business suits crossed the street ahead of me and muttered something under their breath. One looked at me, then immediately looked away when I met his gaze. I could feel the fear under his skin.
The region was crowded and loud—full of shady stores, blinking signs, and people trying to sell junk. Host clubs, bars, game centers. A mix of trash and lights.
A host wearing makeup and glittery clothes tried to hand me a flyer. He smiled and said, "Hey, handsome, looking for—"
I walked right past him. He flinched like I'd hit him.
But I didn't stop.
People moved out of my way without thinking. Some probably didn't even know why. Just instinct.
A woman in her twenties whispered to her friend as I passed by. I only caught a few words: "foreign model… or fighter?" But I didn't care enough to correct her.
I didn't care what any of them thought. I was scouting. Watching. Trying to decide where I'd live next. Where I'd blend in. Work, maybe. Keep a low profile—until I didn't want to anymore.
Eventually, I spotted the train station up ahead: Shinjuku Station.
I walked toward it.
The entrance was wide and busy—packed with the usual noise: heels clacking, train announcements, the buzz of conversations. I descended the stairs and entered the flood of people like a shadow slipping between cracks in the light.
No one dared bump into me.
Even in a place this crowded, there was always a pocket of space around me. Like the air itself warned them not to get too close.
I bought a ticket without a word and passed through the gates. The platform was packed. Teenagers talking to their friends. Salarymen hunched over with dead eyes. A couple arguing in whispers. It was the kind of chaos that made most people feel small.
But I felt nothing.
The train screeched to a halt. The doors opened with a hiss. I stepped inside, and like magic, the seats near me emptied.
I chose the corner and sat down, my large frame sinking into the seat. I crossed my arms, leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.
The train began to move.
Time passed.
Minutes or seconds—I didn't bother keeping track. The soft rumble of the train beneath me almost lulled me into something close to rest.
Then it happened.
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[Informing the host that a significant individual has entered your vicinity.]
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I opened my eyes instantly, gaze sharp.
The air around me shifted.
It wasn't obvious—no sound, no flare of magic—but my instincts prickled. The same way animals sense earthquakes before they happen.
I slowly turned my head and scanned the train car.
People were still seated. Some were standing and swaying with the motion. No one seemed out of place. No dramatic entrances. No explosions.
But someone here mattered.
Someone dangerous… or useful.
Either way, I wasn't letting this chance slip by.
My eyes searched through the crowd until eventually, my attention was caught by a middle-aged woman whose presence felt unique.
I asked inwardly, "System, is this woman the significant person you informed me about?"
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[Processing request… Formulating response…]
[Affirmative, host. This woman is indeed the individual in question. Would you like the system to provide a brief summary of her?]
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I thought for a moment before answering inwardly. "Yeah, why not."
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◆ Health Points: 5 (100%)
◆ Mana Points: 5 (100%)
◆ Age: 42
◆ Race: Human
◆ Abilities: Hentai Heroine (Unique)
◆ Strength: (+)0.5
◆ Dexterity: (+)0.5
◆ Constitution: (+)0.5
◆ Spirit: (+)0.5
◆ Luck: (-)5
◆ Hentai Summary: Kasumi, a housewife trapped in a sexless marriage, becomes increasingly disturbed by the unusually close relationship between her husband and their daughter. One day, her overweight neighbor from next door invites her over, where she uncovers the taboo truth about her husband's relationship with their daughter. From that moment on, her life begins to spiral in an entirely different direction.
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I stared at the summary floating in front of my eyes, a question lingering in the back of my mind.
"System, what kind of world exactly did you transmigrate me into?"
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[Processing request… Formulating response…]
[Host has been transmigrated into a version of 1990s Japan heavily influenced by hentai tropes.]
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I took a moment to process this newly acquired information before responding.
"That makes total sense… so that's why her summary reads like that."
Looking back at her panel, I found that—aside from her luck and unique ability—she was the same as any other normal human. That prompted me to ask:
"So, System, what exactly does her Hentai Heroine ability do that makes it unique?"
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[Processing request… Formulating response…]
[The Unique Ability: Hentai Heroine lowers the luck of its wielder and forces them to follow the path dictated by their opposite counterpart, the Hentai Protagonist.]
[Warning: It is not recommended for the host to devour this woman, as you can only increase your luck by devouring a Hentai Protagonist.]
[Note: You can gain 100% of a Hentai Protagonist's luck only by reenacting the same plot the protagonist followed with the heroine, and depending on how thoroughly you corrupt her, you may even receive bonus rewards.]
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"Interesting," I smiled. "System, from now on, refer to people with such abilities by the role they play in their hentai so that it's easier for me to understand."
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[Processing request… Formulating response…]
[Understood. From now on, the system will refer to such individuals by their role in their respective hentai.]
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I closed the system panel and let out a slow breath as countless plans began to form in my mind.
My attention focused solely on Kasumi as I studied her closely, capturing every detail of her face and body while creating and discarding strategies in my thoughts.
Finally, I decided to follow her—after all, I had to devour the Hentai Protagonist, right?
Leaning back in my seat, I closed my eyes, letting the train's steady rhythm soothe me. I'd wait until she got off. No sudden moves. Patience was a weapon too after all.
Minutes crawled by as the train finally slowed down, stopping at the next station.
Kasumi stood up, adjusting her bag. As she stepped toward the door, I opened my eyes.
This was just the beginning.