I woke up in the body of a bully who steals people's girlfriends

How would it feel to suddenly wake up in someone else's body one day?

What would be the first emotion that you feel?

Fear? Confusion? Sadness? Anger? Perhaps excitement at the idea of living a life different from your own? Or if you already had a good life before and this new body of yours is in a worse condition, perhaps the opposite?

For Otsuka Yasuo, the name of the body he's now inhabiting, the emotions going through his mind were a complete mess, to say the least.

Firstly, he had to address the big elephant in the room—

The body that he was now in belonged to an antagonist in a light novel whose sole purpose of existence was to bully other men and steal their girlfriends.

No, you did not misread that.

A bully that steals people's girlfriends by blackmailing them with their boyfriend's bullying. Aka, if you wanted Yasuo to stop beating them black and blue, he'd make you have sex with him.

For the soul that was now inhabiting this tall and muscular body with a handsome face that suited the role of an antagonist some readers might even have fantasies about — before all of this mess, he was just a regular college student.

He was in the middle of studying for his final exams when an airplane crashed into his apartment.

Again, you did not misread that.

An airplane had crashed into his apartment.

And as if by the grace of god, he survived the airplane crash. His death was far more hysterical than that. 

On his way out of the apartment, as he tried to escape the fires that were burning all around, one of his neighbors who was so fat that people referred to him as the "next-door whale" crashed through the ceiling above him, plummeting at max velocity.

He had died from a whale crushing him to death.

Unbeknownst to him, when the fire was extinguished, not a single part of his body was touched by the flames; however, he was so flattened like a pancake that they weren't able to recognize him until they had a DNA test done.

On the first day that Yasuo woke up in this new body, after foreign memories rushed into his brain, it didn't take long for him to recognize who he was. The body he was in was the same character that he had just read about a few months ago during his winter break.

What was his first reaction?

Immediately, the first emotion to overwhelm him was anger.

Anger?

That's right. Anger.

He had studied his ass off for weeks sleeping less than three hours a day, staying awake with a whole bunch of coffee, and filling his stomach with high-sodium instant ramen. He was doing all of that while balancing his part-time job that he needed for tuition and living expenses.

He had written so many notes that every muscle on both hands had a cramp at least once and he had listened to so many recorded lectures that his ears would bleed.

All of that for nothing.

He did all of that hard work for nothing.

He didn't even get the chance to take a single exam.

Yasuo fell to his knees and screamed into the air, "God! If you planning on killing me then why couldn't you wait for me to take my exams first?"

At least then, he would've died peacefully knowing that his studying wasn't for naught.

"If I knew I was going to die, I would've just spent my time peacefully watching movies and splurging on my savings. Tsk," he clicked his tongue.

After an hour of wallowing in his anger and regret about the exams and his pointless studying, Yasuo finally took the time to check out his new body. Even though he now possessed the memories of the man as well as having knowledge of his existence in the light novel, being in the body was still surreal.

Looking at his domineering physique that reflected in the bathroom mirror, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with how much smaller everything was compared to how it used to look for him.

Going from 5'7" to 6'4" or 193 centimeters overnight was the equivalent of going from a child to a full-on teenager.

"Calling me healthy would be an understatement," Yasuo muttered as he got off the floor after completing a hundred push-ups. He didn't stop because he was fatigued but because he felt like it would never end otherwise.

Taking off his shirt, he flexed in front of the mirror, and with the light sweat that was produced from the push-ups, his muscles glistened.

"How does it make sense that you never worked out and yet are this strong and in shape?" he asked his reflection, directing the question to the original Yasuo who he didn't know whether or not existed anymore.

"Now that I think about it... was the original Yasuo ever real? Or did this world become real from the light novel after I died and was brought into it?" he pondered.

It would've been easier to deny that this world he was now in was reality and merely the world of a light novel, except that he knew from the experience of reading other light novels that whenever a transmigrator enters the body of the novel, the novel is based on the world and not the other way around or the novel itself became real through a higher power.

Only seventeen years old, Yasuo was not only already a menace to society but he was simultaneously more mature and less mature than people his age.

"Why am I here?" he asked as he took a morning shower which was a habit of the original Yasuo. It felt almost like he was controlled by his instincts and was led to the shower by them.

But that's not what his question was about.

His question pondering his purpose of being "here" was in terms of having his soul transferred from Earth to this world that he had read in a novel.

Hoping to get an answer from whatever being was responsible for the transmigration, just as he was about to sigh in disappointment at the lack of response — something appeared before his eyes.

[Life remaining: 6:14:12]

[Store] [Stats] [Relationships]

Staring blankly for a while at the red box that was partially transparent, after a minute had passed, it changed.

[Life remaining: 6:14:11]

[Store] [Stats] [Relationships]

"What the fuck?"

* * *

After some experimenting, Yasuo, who was drying up from the shower, began to understand how the system in front of him worked. He was able to touch the red screen and move between the tabs and the different functions it had.

The store was straight out of a fantasy-genre novel, which is weird considering that the novel that Yasuo was from was a no-magic completely realistic story where the only fantastical elements were the unnaturally natural hair colors and some of the interactions between the characters.

For example, some items in the store included x-ray vision, an increase of luck temporarily, the ability to stop time for a minute, martial arts, and other skills such as sports, singing, and other hobbies.

What did these items cost?

Here was the thing.

If he wanted to buy anything in the store, he would have to pay in life points. Some items require only a day's worth of life to purchase while other items cost up to a year or even a decade.

That's right. Yasuo understood even without an explanation that the timer that had just over a day's worth of time on it at the moment was counting him down towards his death and he could use it to buy things from the store but if he went over the time he had available, he was going to die.

What came after that? He didn't know and he didn't want to find out.

He already was given a second chance at life after being crushed to death by a whale. He wasn't planning on wasting this second chance.

"But how do I increase my life?" he wondered. There wasn't anything in the store that indicated anything about it.

The only hint he had was the other two pages. For starters, on the stat page, it looked like this:

[Strength: D+] [Agility: D] [Intelligence: C-]

[Vitality: C+] [Luck: D-] [Charisma: C]

These six stats were pretty typical in RPG games that he had played in the past. The only thing shocking about them was how low the ratings were especially considering that Yasuo considered this new body of his to be pretty strong.

However, the next three stats that were listed below were absolutely absurd.

[Oral: F+] [Vaginal: D+] [Kiss: F-]

It didn't take a genius to explain what these three stats were about. But in case an idiot is reading this, these stats had to do with Yasuo's capabilities in certain aspects of love-making.

Once Yasuo had shaken off the shock that struck him harder than a slugger in baseball hitting a home run that flew over five hundred feet, he began to analyze the stats and concluded that they were correct.

The original Yasuo was not the type of person who would do down on his bed partners, and he was especially not someone who enjoyed kissing them, which was an intimate thing to do between lovers and he was not with any of them as they already had boyfriends and he was their affair partner, albeit by force through blackmail.

However, just like the other stats, he couldn't help but wonder why they were so low.

Not to sound conceited but because he had the benefit of technically not being Yasuo, Yasuo couldn't help but feel like he was extremely great at satisfying his partners in bed.

Not once in his life did he ever fail to get his partners to climax.

"There's that much room left for growth?" he asked.

The last page, which was the relationships page, was currently empty but just based on the way that it was displayed, he could tell that it was similar to a screen in dating sims that showed how the player was to conquering one of the love interests.

[Name: N/A] [Rank: N/A] [Love: N/A]

[Name: N/A] [Rank: N/A] [Love: N/A]

[Name: N/A] [Rank: N/A] [Love: N/A]

Sitting down on his couch that was so comfortable that it would've been perfectly acceptable to use it as a bed every night, Yasuo used context clues and realized that whatever the method to increase his life span was, it had to do with sex, love, and women.

* * *

[Life remaining: 5:12:48]

[Store] [Stats] [Relationships]

A day had passed since Yasuo had arrived in this new world. In that time span, he had gotten more accustomed to this new identity of his. He felt more comfortable in his skin, almost as if it was his, but he was still hesitant to truly call himself Yasuo due to past behavior by the original.

His history of being a woman stealer, an enjoyer of cucking other men, bullying them just because he felt like it — all of that began when he was just a little boy.

Although he never went as far as going beyond kissing and holding hands with other boys' girlfriends when he was younger, now that he had gotten older and puberty was hitting everyone, the extent to which he would cuck his peers also grew exponentially.

Perhaps you're wondering if Yasuo became the terrible man he is today because of unfortunate circumstances such as being bullied when he was a child or maybe he grew up in a terrible household and his only way to get revenge on the cruel world was by doing evil things.

Basically, some sort of tragic backstory that "justifies" his villainy in the novel.

The answer to that would be a firm "no".

He was truly a villain just for the sake of it; it was something that he enjoyed.

Not only was he never bullied or even slightly mistreated when he was younger but as a matter of fact, he's the heir to a conglomerate so instead of mean kids surrounding him when he was younger, every kid treated him like a king by the orders of their parents who was partially terrified of him as well as wanting their children to acquire a connection that would boost the entire household in society if done properly.

Terrible household?

Hah.

Not only did Yasuo's father send a ton of money every week into his card for his allowance but his mother texts him every day asking him if he has time to come home for dinner, an offer that he always declines.

His relationship with them was as tight as could be excluding his lack of wanting to return home as he lived alone in a penthouse a few blocks down the area where his school was.

What a horrible son.

If it wasn't for his wealthy and all-powerful father covering up the dirty tracks his son leaves behind everywhere, this fool would've been arrested by now for all of his crimes.

In a sense though, the fact that he was doing that without scolding his son was also a sign that the apple not falling too far from the tree.