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When his eyes opened once more, his vision was blurry again. He could feel the panic rising within himself, only for him to pause as he felt his face again. More specifically, he could feel the piece of plastic smushed against his face.
Pushing himself upright, he noticed that it took significantly less effort than before. He pushed the glasses aside and waited a beat as his vision blurred again, before it slowly became clearer, right up until he could see properly again.
“Yes!” He pumped a cheerful fist in the air, as he could not just see but see now. He could make out the name on the treehouse that the neighbours built but never let him use as their kid was just as snobbish as they were. Damn, the Suzukis. He would build his own treehouse one day and then, never invite them. Yeah, that would show—
He froze completely.
Where did that thought come from?
How did he know the Suzukis from across the road? About their son? A memory flashed across his mind, about two middle aged smiling people and their perpetually scowling son who never shared his toys, never shared his sweets, never shared his treehou—
He stopped that line of thinking immediately, suppressing the bitter resentment that came with it. Come to think of it, how the fuck could he read Japanese now?
He started pacing in his room, rubbing his head, trying to stave off the migraine that was threatening to burst forth and incapacitate him for the rest of the day, just like last year when he tried to stay awake for two straight days and ended up–
He just slammed his eyes shut, sitting down on the floor, trying to get his bearings as two sets of memories tried to occupy the very limited space he had in his brain? Mind? Soul?
He didn't know, and that was driving him crazy! First, it was a dull ache, then a pointed ache, and then, a sharp pain that assaulted his mind, forcing him to clench his teeth to stop the pained groan from escaping.
Wouldn’t want to worry my mom about something so–
THAT WAS NOT HIS MOM!
He scrambled inside his mind, as the pain only increased, threatening to reach a melting point, right up until…it didn’t?
It was as if whatever space that these memories was trying to occupy, expanded? He couldn’t say for sure, but suddenly, it was easier to breathe and think again, as the memories collided together and instead of bursting apart in a biblical explosion of memories that melted his mind to a smush, they melded seamlessly.
Yeah, it was surreal to experience.
Yeah, he should definitely tell this to Issei. The bastard will definitely be envious of the fact that he, the great Motohama, was the one who managed to experience the standard isekai experience!
Ah! He couldn’t wait to rub…that….in.
“Chotta matte (Wait a minute!)” he whispered to himself, his hands going to his head as he reviewed his memories. The melded together memories, and noticed a few odd things. For one, his memories of the past life? Not gone, but sanded down. They felt duller, less lively, as if he was looking at a 2-dimensional picture instead of a life with all the emotions attached to them.
No names, no identities, no personal connections with any of the members of his past lives. He knew he had a family of some sort, at some point. Friends, crushes. Headaches. Archenemies.
You know, all the things that a regular young adult has in their life.
And yet, he couldn’t recall a single specific thing about them. Nothing.
On the other hand, his other set of memories. They were crystal clear to him. He was Motohama Kenji, the son of Yukari Motohama, a Second year student at Kuoh—Kuoh?!
Things suddenly clicked into place. The name Issei clicked into place, his tendencies clicked into place, and his role in Issei’s story clicks into place as well.
He was the side character and a friend of the goddamned Harem Protagonist, who was never mentioned once his friend got a literal biological and supernatural upgrade and became this uber powerful being who had a Harem but never literally did the stuff that you are supposed to do.
As the realisation settled in, the dozens, if not hundreds of fanfictions he’d read about the setting came to him, telling him about all these theories, events, and important people that may or may not be canon. Hell, he didn't even know if this world was a canon world or just something copy pasted to create a sandbox for an isekai character.
The realisation that he was in a death world dressed up as an ecchi universe, that he was in the body of a character that was not even worth mentioning for most of the anime, and the parts where he was mentioned, it was with the words The Perverted Trio and The Perverted Glasses, which he shared with a girl whose specialty was telling dick sizes with her naked eye?!
All of that frustration, fear, and overall anger at his situation bubbled forth until it came out spewing in the form of a scream that echoed all around the neighbourhood, “I am in the freaking Titty verse?!”
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“Yes, Mom, you have to believe me, I must be sleep screaming. I have no idea what I said,” he reassured his mother, who looked at him with suspicion but since it was the middle of the night and she was exhausted and her eyes were dropping with sleep, she nodded and left his room, not before making sure she kept the door open, not so subtly telling him that he could not close the door to his own bedroom for the night.
He shook his head at that, his mind whirling as he hopped back in the bed, sleep all but forgotten. Hell, he felt great! As if he had rested completely and was just now waking up, instead of being awake since 2 in the morning, having woken up in a puddle of his own sweat.
It was his superpower in play, he realised. Just like the time it worked to stop him from having a mental breakdown or a soul breakdown. It worked this time to remove the exhaustion he should be feeling, especially since in the span of a single night, he had been taken from his home universe, his home body, and thrust into an alien universe in a teenage body.
Looking out of the window, he looked at the moon and sighed, once again defaulting to the same state that his ancestors did whenever they were faced with a problem they thought insurmountable.
He repressed his emotions and, after thinking of the next step, closed his eyes and tried to imagine what he could do to reach that next step sooner.
After a few minutes of thinking, he realised something that made him click his tongue in annoyance.
Apparently, my superpower can’t “adapt” to just about average intelligence.
Oh, well, he shrugged to himself, his hand naturally reaching below the bed, leaning forward a bit, as he smoothly took out the one thing he used whenever he was bored and wanted to do something.
As soon as he realised what it was, though, he threw it away like it was a live hand grenade. The magazine struck the wall on the other side of the room and slid back down pitifully, looking at him accusingly, the half naked chick still visible to him.
He looked at his hand and at the magazine, repeating the same a couple of times before he slumped back in his bed.
That was not good.
While he was absolutely grateful to be reincarnated with a superpower, whatever body it might be in, but Motohama was not the best option he could think of. Hell, a neutral entity on the other side of the planet would have been a better option, but alas, he was stuck with what he had.
BUT! That does not mean that he will adopt all the habits that Motohama had cultivated. Nope, he was not going to be happy being labelled a Pervert. He had standards, dammit!
Also, if he ever wanted to have a chance with any of the girls or the many ladies of this verse, he was going to have to clean up his act.
Ecchi harem universe, this might be, people had standards, and while those could be foregone in favour of other good qualities, like power, for example, he currently had neither. He did not have the power that would have most supernatural ladies dropping their panties fast enough to dig a hole in the Earth, nor did he have the reputation that would make most girls even consider talking to him.
All in all, quite the pickle he was in.
But just like his ancestors did, he was going to take it one step at a time while repressing his emotions.
Yes, the other part was important, especially since Motohama was such a horn dog that even after reincarnation and heading another set of memories smashed into his, the horny did not go away!