Surviving as a Villain at the Academy

0 – Prologue.

What on earth is happening?

A dark night. Before me stood a girl barely clothed to the brink of indecency. My hand was holding hers, restraining her. Crying, she was looking at me.

… What the hell is this situation?

“Uhh, ugh…!”

Her sobbing echoed in my ears. No matter how I looked at it, the situation seemed irregular. Something was wrong. A chill ran down my spine.

Was she struggling to come to terms with reality? Aside from choking out suppressed sobs, she seemed incapable of resisting.

I’m still unclear why I’m here in this situation. Yet, no matter how you look at it, isn’t it alike a r*pist’s demeanor?

Surprised, I let go of the girl’s arm and stepped back. Even after her restraints were gone, she couldn’t use her legs – as if they had given out on her. She didn’t even appear capable of fleeing.

Only then, I could clearly make out the girl’s appearance. Pristine silver hair without a single blemish. Bathed in the moonlight, its glow appeared even more remarkable.

Underneath her silver hair, haunting violet eyes were revealed. Those eyes, having seemingly lost focus, were continuously spilling translucent tears. As I looked at her face, a whirlwind of memories flooded in.

“Guh…!”

I was swept up in a torrent of memories. Whose memories are these?

‘Frah Ransel’

A name in the memory. No, it was impossible not to recognize.

Frah Ransel was a notorious villain in the unnamed novel I crafted around ten years ago when I couldn’t find a book to read.

As soon as that name reminded me, the situation began to clear up.

Ah.

I let out a bitter, resigning chuckle.

Apparently, I’ve reincarnated into a novel. The body of the main heroine’s attempted r*pist and the final boss from the early part of the novel, that is.

……Damn it.

Why on earth did I have to reincarnate at this point, why this novel, why this guy?