"Welcome to Lord's Azure World, Master."
Those were the first words I heard that morning, spoken not by a person but by the beautifully scuffed speakers of my gaming chair.
I leaned back, grinning like the shameless creature I was.
After all—
Yes, it's me, Han.
A proud nineteen-year-old virgin currently enjoying the world's most played eroge.
My life wasn't sad, alright? My parents were stupidly rich—so rich that even thinking about their bank balance made me want to throw up from secondhand pressure.
So if I wanted to live like a hermit and romance 2D women, who could stop me?
I clicked through the opening screen, eyes gleaming.
"Ooh… look at those boobs jiggle."
That's when I smelled something strange.
A faint metallic scent, almost like—
"Hmm… what's this smell…?"
I sniffed.
"…Well, not like I care."
And I went right back to clicking.
Ten minutes later—
BOOM.
My entire house detonated like a budget Hollywood film.
In that bright, stupid flash, my last thought was: Well fuck… it was a gas cylinder. Why me—
Then, suddenly… I was talking.
Wait. Why am I still thinking? And also… alive?
My eyes opened to a ceiling that definitely did not belong to my house.
I sat up with a groan.
"Ugh… fuck…"
What met me was a lavish, medieval-themed room straight out of a fantasy novel.
Silk curtains. Golden trim. Marble floors.
And a shirt on my body that cost more than my actual soul.
I blinked.
"No way… did I actually isekai?"
I scrambled off the bed and almost tripped while running to the mirror.
My reflection stared back—
A handsome young man with long silver hair, cold eyes, and a face sculpted to break hearts.
I froze.
"…Wait. No. No way. Don't tell me."
Recognition hit like a meteor.
This wasn't just any handsome guy.
This was Cale Regulus Midgar.
The final villain.
The strongest boss of the game.
The guy who loses all his women to the protagonist and dies a humiliating death four years from now.
My expression twisted.
"…I'm so fucked."
My hands gripped my shirt, biting into the fabric as despair punched me in the stomach.
Of all people… I had to become him.
As if responding to my misery, a mechanical chime echoed in my head.
Ding—
[Scumbag System Activated]
…Excuse me?
Lines of text unfolded before me.
[System Conditions: Only available to hosts who have people interested in them.]
[Earn Scum Points through erotic actions:]
• Any erotic touch — 5 points
• Kiss — 10 points
• Sex — 100 points
• System-assigned tasks — 50 points
• Abusing / scamming people — varies by character importance
I stared blankly.
"…Okay. Thank you for the consolation prize, I guess."
At least I had something.
But how the hell was I supposed to find anyone interested in me?
I paced around the room, rubbing my temples.
In the original story, the first girl to betray Cale was Arya Ellen—his stepsister and the main redemption heroine.
Of course the villain wouldn't realize she had a secret, obsessive crush on him.
And now I had to manage her.
Great.
Just then—
Knock, knock.
My heart jumped.
"Who the hell is it now… shit, I don't even know people here."
A soft voice came from behind the door.
"Young Master… it… it's Luna."
I froze.
"…Luna?"
The maid NPC?
The one who had an unspoken crush on Cale?
Oh.
Oh this might actually be good.
"Come in," I called, trying to sound like a proper noble.
The door opened, and she stepped inside.
A girl with soft chestnut hair, gentle eyes, and the beauty of someone who didn't realize how lovely she was.
Her cheeks turned pink the moment she looked at me.
I sat casually on the edge of the bed, tapping my lap.
"Luna, come here."
She stiffened, understanding my intention immediately.
Her gaze lowered, shy.
"Y-Yes… Young Master…"
She walked closer, stopping right in front of me.
I reached up, brushing her hair aside.
My lips neared her ear.
"When we're alone… call me Cale."
Her breath hitched.
Young Master Cale had never acted like this.
She didn't know what to think anymore.
Was it the incoming Academy year?
Did someone say something to me?
Before she could understand, instinct overtook me.
My tongue lightly grazed the edge of her ear.
It was a tiny touch, barely more than a breath.
But she jolted as if electricity shot through her body.
Her knees nearly buckled, and she stared at me in confusion and dazed embarrassment.
Ding—
[+5 Scum Points]
…And I got hard.
"Oh my god—please calm down," I screamed mentally.
"If she notices, she'll think I'm some perverted flirt!"
I slid my fingers through her hair, feeling how soft it was.
She let out a tiny, unintentional moan, her body leaning in toward my touch.
I moved closer, our faces inches apart.
She closed her eyes on instinct, lips trembling—ready for a kiss she didn't dare admit she wanted.
I stopped right before our lips touched.
Then I kissed her cheek instead.
Her eyelashes fluttered in surprise as heat bloomed across her face.
My hand gently patted her head, my tone soft.
"Don't worry. I won't do anything you wouldn't want… not this early."
"C-Cale…" she whispered, voice trembling.
My fingers tilted her chin, and I pressed a kiss onto her neck.
A soft, helpless moan escaped her lips.
"S-Sir… C-Cale…"
I pulled away with a quiet laugh.
"You should go. You probably have things to do. And… come by once in a while."
She backed away in flustered steps, bowing slightly before escaping the room, her ears red.
I closed the door behind her, waited two seconds—
Then face-planted into my bed.
"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD WHAT DID I JUST DO."
I smashed my pillow into my face, kicking my legs like a deranged toddler.
"Did I seriously try to kiss her?!"
Sure, I wanted to, but my virgin instincts were going wild.
If I wasn't careful, I'd become an uncontrollable beast.
Still… I earned points.
Which meant—
"…Once in a while should be fine."
I wasn't going to exploit a girl who genuinely loved the original Cale.
Besides, she turned into a total beauty in the future storyline.
"So don't worry, original Cale," I murmured.
"I'll love her from your side too, buddy."
And that was how my life as the villain began.