It's Not My Genre. I want out! (Hentai World)

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There are countless things I've always wanted to try.

Contrary to what most people might think, I do have a bucket list—skiing, learning to drive, visiting a karaoke bar, and so much more. Despite my usual indifference to most things, deep down, I've always been like a caged bird.

A bird that longed to spread its wings and soar into the vast, open sky.

But the moment I finally left the cage, my wings were cut.

Fate, however, had other plans. By some twist of circumstance, I was born into a new world. One with a sky even broader and freer than before.

Yet now that I am free, all I want… is to go back to my cage.

Because, honestly? I hate socializing.

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"Hey, everyone! This is Kido Yuuto-kun from Class 2-D, our new temporary member!"

Nishina introduced me with a bright smile, her gaze meeting mine for a moment before turning to the others. I fought the urge to cringe. The moment classes ended, she, Hori, and I had made our way straight to the art clubroom on the second floor of the school building.

Today's plan? Show me the clubroom and introduce me to the members.

Did I want to be here? Not particularly.

Was I hoping this formality would end as soon as possible? Absolutely.

"Since Keisuke-kun won't be able to come to school for a few days, Kido-kun has kindly agreed to help us out until then."

"I-I'm really sorry! This whole trip was so last-minute..."

Hori sighed beside me, shoulders slumping in guilt. Dude, stop feeling bad already. What's done is done. Just bring me a souvenir when you get back.

"Mou, Keisuke-kun! I told you, it's fine!" Nishina pouted, giving him a soft glare.

Then, before I could blink—

"HO?! A NEW MEMBER?! CHITOSE-CHAN, YOU'RE AMAZING! YOU FOUND ONE SO QUICKLY!"

A thunderous voice shook my eardrums.

I winced as a tall, muscular blonde guy practically roared across the room. He was loud—too loud. His bleached hair made it clear he was trying for the whole delinquent aesthetic, but his excited grin completely ruined the image.

His sharp eyes met mine, and suddenly, I felt like prey. Gross.

"I AM HAYASHI TAKAYUKI, FIRST YEAR FROM THE REGULAR DEPARTMENT! IT'S NICE TO MEET YOU, KIDO-SENPAI!"

...What the hell is this gorilla doing in the art club? Shouldn't he be in judo or something?

"You don't have to shout."

I deadpanned, but my voice was drowned out by his enthusiasm.

"TELL ME, KIDO-SENPAI! DO YOU DRAW MANGA?!"

"...No."

"WHAT?! THEN DO YOU READ MANGA?!"

"Never tried before."

"WHAT?! THEN DO YOU—"

"Leave him alone, idiot. You're making him uncomfortable."

A calm, sharp voice interrupted his rambling.

I turned to see a girl standing beside the gorilla junior—long black hair tied in a neat bun, glasses perched on her nose, and an air of quiet intelligence about her. She was undeniably beautiful, almost on Nishina's level.

...Seriously, why are there so many pretty girls in this school?

"I apologize for my brother's behavior," she said, giving me a polite nod. "Welcome to the art club, Kido-kun. My name is Hayashi Mika. I'm this idiot's older sister."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN IDIOT?!"

Wait. These two are siblings? They look nothing alike.

I sighed, rubbing my temples before offering a half-hearted greeting.

"Nice to meet you all. I'm Kido Yuuto, but Nishina-san already introduced me, so..."

Mika chuckled, nodding slightly. "Glad to have you with us, Kido-kun."

Beside her, Takayuki beamed. Nishina, of course, was still all smiles.

"Once again, thank you so much for helping us, Kido-kun. The entire art club is indebted to you!"

Yeah, yeah. I'm practically a saint.

"But Hori-senpai!" Takayuki whined, his voice loud enough to shake the windows. Have some pity on your lungs, you damn gorilla. "When are you coming back?! We were supposed to finish our masterpiece!"

"I'll be back next week, Takayuki-kun. We'll finish it then." Hori replied, before blinking. "Wait, are you talking about that garbage we were drawing?"

"DON'T CALL OUR MASTERPIECE GARBAGE, SENPAI!"

I ignored the idiot's dramatics and took in the room around me.

So, this is a club, huh?

The clubroom was surprisingly spacious for only four members. Canvases lined the walls, each displaying various levels of artistic skill. Some were genuinely impressive—far better than I expected from high school students.

Once again, Hoshikawa Academy proved its reputation.

But still… I had to wonder.

How did Kido Yuuto even get accepted into this school?

"So... Kido-kun," Mika's voice broke my thoughts. "Are you interested in drawing?"

"Hmm?"

I turned to see her watching me with quiet curiosity.

The truth? I wasn't really passionate about drawing. But back at my old man's place, it was one of those skills I was forced to pick up—so, yeah, I could at least do it.

"You could say that."

Mika hummed, a knowing look in her eyes. "I figured. The way you take in your surroundings… you have the eye of an artist."

I raised an eyebrow. She's observant, I'll give her that.

Mika was polite, intelligent, and beautiful. A rare combination, to be honest. But there was something about her that made me pause.

Something about the way she looked at me…

"It'll be fun having you in the club, even if it's only for a week."

Her words were casual, but my instincts sharpened.

How much of that personality is real?

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"Ah, honestly, today was so tiring!"

Nishina whined, stretching her arms as we walked along the sidewalk.

Hori chuckled at her words, strolling beside her, while I lagged slightly behind them, hands in my pockets. I hadn't wanted to walk home together, but since Nishina's house was on the way to my apartment, I had no choice.

And Hori? He tagged along, since he made it a habit to walk Nishina home.

"I can agree with that. The lectures are getting ridiculously long because of the upcoming exams," Hori groaned, rubbing his temple. "At least this trip will give me a break before the real studying starts."

"Aww, I'm so jealous. I wish I could go on a trip too!" Nishina huffed.

I blinked, a little surprised by how open she was with Hori. So this is what friendship looks like, huh? Just complaining and whining to each other?

…Yeah, I'm glad I'm friendless.

I already have enough of my own problems—listening to someone else's would just be torture.

"What about you, Kido-kun? Are you ready for the exams?"

I glanced at Nishina as she peeked back at me curiously.

"You transferred here under special circumstances, right? It must be tough catching up with the curriculum."

"…It's not a problem, really."

I sighed, watching a cat stretch and yawn lazily by the side of the road. It really wasn't a problem. Hoshikawa might be a prestigious school, but most of what they taught, I had already covered before.

Well, except math. Math sucked.

"You don't have to worry about Kido-kun, Chitose-san," Hori cut in, smirking. "This guy is a genius. He actually survived Kano-sensei's rapid-fire questioning today. Hell, he made her give up and go back to the board!"

"For real?!" Nishina's eyes widened.

Was that really such a big deal?

…Wait. Maybe it was.

Heh. I'm definitely built different.

"Well, that explains a lot. I was wondering how you got into our school out of nowhere," Nishina chuckled. "You must've been an honor student at your old school."

Uh, yeah. About that.

I definitely wasn't. Even if it was the old Yuuto, his grades had been absolute crap. It didn't change the fact that he was me, which means I was once completely pathetic.

"…Not really."

"Now you're just being humble," Hori sighed. "Ugh, I need to study harder. I'm just slightly better than Kanzaki-kun when it comes to academics."

"Having Kanzaki-kun as your comparison meter is pathetic enough, Keisuke-kun."

…Ouch.

Was Kanzaki really that bad?

Poor guy.

Still not tutoring him, though.

As we continued walking, Hori and Nishina kept chatting about random things, their conversation flowing effortlessly. Every now and then, they'd drag me into it, asking for my opinion. I gave them short, one-line responses—just enough to acknowledge them—while my mind wandered elsewhere.

I was curious about the clubs in our school.

"Hey, I was wondering about something."

The two of them turned to me, curious.

"The clubs and the department divisions—are they related? I mean, I'm from the regular department, but I'm in the art club. Does that mean someone from the sports department can join a tea ceremony club or something?"

"Oh, no. Not really," Nishina clarified, while Hori nodded beside her. "Only students from the regular department have that choice. Those in specialized departments have to join clubs related to their field."

"…What do you mean?"

"To put it simply," Hori explained, raising a finger, "there's a rivalry between the departments. Academic, Creative and Artistic, Athletic, Specialized… they all compete against each other through clubs."

I raised an eyebrow. A competition?

That was new.

"And the regular department is free to join and participate?"

"Yeah. You could say our department is basically cannon fodder," Hori groaned, rubbing his arm like he was recalling a painful memory. "Last year, I was forced to join the kendo club. Didn't end well for me."

Nishina patted his back sympathetically.

A rivalry between clubs… between divisions…

This was all sounding like some kind of story setting.

I was a bit curious now.

Ever since I reincarnated, one question had been gnawing at the back of my mind—

Just what kind of genre did I land into?

For a while, I'd been terrified that it was ecchi… or worse, hentai.

But judging from this whole competition structure, maybe it was something different?

…Ugh, who am I kidding? It's not like Hoshikawa Academy is some kind of central stage for a grand plot. Hell, I don't even know if I am in a novel or anything.

This might just be another world.

A bit weird, sure. But a normal world nonetheless.

With the occasional supernatural being lurking around.

One of them, possibly, being my next-door neighbor.

Ugh. This is all so complicated.

Thinking too deeply about it is just frustrating.

For now, let's put that aside.

Whatever genre this might be, I know one thing for sure—

"…Sounds scary. I don't think I'll be joining any club, then."

I seriously need a way out.

---

Masaru Oga was furious.

No—livid.

Humiliation had never tasted so bitter. Life had never been easy for him, but through sheer force, he had always taken what he wanted. He was a predator, a shark. If there was prey in the water, he would be the one to sink his teeth into it first.

And Hanamura Sumire?

Docile. Sweet. Pure.

She was perfect—just ripe for the taking.

Unfortunately, another predator had set its sights on her.

"Oi, Masaru… are you sure about this?"

Goro's hesitant voice cut through the dimly lit space. His bandaged nose was finally healed, but he still kept that damn strip of gauze on, claiming it made him look manlier. Oga had long since given up trying to understand this idiot.

"T-that guy's not right in the head…"

"I don't remember asking for your opinion, you bastard. Just follow my lead."

Oga's glare made Goro visibly flinch.

They were inside a rundown karaoke bar, a place owned by one of Masaru's more unsavory acquaintances. It wasn't just a place for singing—it was a breeding ground for illegal dealings.

Drugs. Prostitution. Human trafficking.

A cesspool of filth.

This was not a place for high schoolers, but Oga didn't care.

"Did you see? It was so hilarious!"

"Right? That guy is completely in love with you!"

"No way that's true!"

"It is!"

A group of women walked past them, giggling among themselves. Goro, ever shameless, leered at their backs, grinning like a dog in heat. Masaru smirked—only for that smirk to disappear in an instant.

One of the girls chuckled at him.

He froze.

Goro shuddered.

That laugh—it wasn't flirtatious. It wasn't admiration. It was mockery.

Oga knew exactly why.

The bandage across his nose. The swelling on his face. The memory of his skull bouncing off the edge of a table.

That bastard—Kido Yuuto—had done this to him.

And he had made Masaru look utterly pathetic in the process.

"M-Masaru, calm down, man. W-we're just gonna—"

"Let's go."

Masaru's voice was dangerously low, barely concealing his seething rage. Without another word, he turned and strode towards the private rooms. Goro hesitated for a moment before following.

Oga's fingers hovered over the door handle.

For the first time, he paused.

Was this really a good idea?

The man inside was no ordinary scumbag. He was filth. A repugnant excuse for a human being who used women like disposable toys, drugging them before passing them around like property. He didn't care if they were underage. Nothing mattered to him except his own pleasure and power.

Oga gulped.

Was this really worth it?

—SLAM!

"She is mine. So you morons better stay the hell back. I don't like sharing."

The memory surged back with venomous clarity.

"Remember this the next time you see her…"

"Because next time, I'll break more than just your nose."

Masaru's hands clenched into fists.

No.

He wouldn't let that bastard get away scot-free.

This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

Kido Yuuto would suffer.

And Hanamura Sumire? She would be his.

"Let's meet this bastard."

With renewed determination, he yanked the door open.

A wave of pungent stench hit them instantly—the thick, nauseating mix of sweat, drugs, and cheap perfume. The air was heavy with smoke, and the unmistakable slap of flesh against flesh echoed in the dimly lit room.

On the table, sprawled beneath the weight of a heaving body, was a girl.

The man above her didn't even pause as he turned his head toward Oga, cigarette dangling lazily from his lips.

"Learn how to knock, you fucking brat." He took a slow drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke before smirking. "The hell happened to your nose, Masaru-chan?"

Oga stiffened.

That smug tone. That glint of amusement in his eyes.

He was laughing at him.

Masaru ground his teeth together, forcing the anger down, and plastered an easy-going, polite smile onto his face.

"Long time no see, Hayato-san."