Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a beam that landed squarely on his bed. The outline of a bulging tent rose beneath the sheets, unmistakable in shape. At its peak, a tiny bead caught the light—gleaming brighter than a shard of glass under moonlight. It was precum, glistening at the tip of his shaft.
"Ring! Ring! Ring!"
The mechanical screech of the alarm clock pierced both his ears, dragging him out of sleep prematurely.
"Ugh..." He let out a yawn, stretching his slender arms and legs. The motion sent a jolt of sensation through his crotch, making it twitch slightly from the sudden movement. Feeling a dampness down there, he didn't give it much thought—it was practically normal at this point. After all, having wet dreams was a sign of puberty, and he was a perfectly healthy young boy.
"It's about time for the plot to start..." he muttered before getting out of bed.
His smooth, beautiful feet touched the floor with grace—like Cinderella slipping into her glass slipper. Every motion of his body exuded femininity. With short brown hair and soft eyes, he looked more like a delicate girl... or perhaps a femboy. But make no mistake—beneath that soft exterior hid a ten-inch Excalibur and a chiseled six-pack. He wasn't bulky, but his body was lean and toned, and not a single ounce of fat could be found.
As he stood tall, his slightly oversized underwear slipped down his milky thighs, revealing his stone-hard shaft in all its glory.
"Hey, Shin!"
At that moment, the door creaked open—and his sister walked in, instantly granted a VIP view of the beautifully carved dragon.
"Uh..." She froze at first, eyes wide—then quickly shook her head and forced herself to focus. "Mom says it's breakfast time. Hurry up, or you'll be late."
Without another word, she slammed the door behind her and headed downstairs.
Watching her leave, I let out a deep sigh. Situations like this have become a daily occurrence. My two older sisters and even my mom are used to it by now—but my older sister, Takao, definitely isn't.
Yeah, you heard that right. Takao. I got reincarnated into the anime and manga D-Frag!
I binge-watched the entire series just yesterday—anime, manga, all the latest chapters. Then out of nowhere, a lightning bolt struck me right in my room. The chances were impossibly low... But here I am.
Reincarnated.
It's been days since I arrived, but it still feels like I'm not fully in control. As if I only just "woke up" in this body yesterday. Even though they're my family, I've started to notice them—as women. Which is… not good.
So, I've decided to keep my distance. At least for now.
Still, moments like this are sometimes unavoidable.
I pulled my underwear back on and headed downstairs.
"I can't afford to be late. After all... today is the day the plot begins."
Downstairs, I found three people already seated at the dining table—all of them my older sisters.
My eyes scanned them carefully, starting from the eldest. She had bangs parted neatly down the middle, with two longer strands that framed her face. Like me and Takao, she had brown hair and eyes, though she wore glasses that reflected a flash of light when she caught me staring.
The second-oldest had a messy, curly bob cut, and unlike the rest of us, her hair was a slightly lighter shade. She carried a delinquent aura and a smug attitude to match.
As for Takao… her features were strikingly similar to our mother's. Honestly, people often joked that the oldest and second oldest might be illegitimate children because of how closely the two of us resembled each other. I didn't give that theory much thought. Our father died early under unclear circumstances—something I found oddly convenient. Maybe the world only needed one man in this family. Not that I cared much; I was an orphan in my previous life, so emotional attachments like that didn't come easily.
I quietly took my seat and started eating, ignoring their gazes as if they were strangers. Come to think of it, I didn't even know their names. I always just called them "older sister."
"Good morning, Shin."
While I was chewing, our mother burst out from the kitchen and wrapped me in a warm hug. She was a bit clingy, which I found annoying—but I let it slide.
"Good morning, Mom." I returned her greeting casually and kept eating.
"I heard from Takao that a girl confessed to you yesterday. How did it go? " The second sister spoke up, leaning in with narrowed eyes, clearly fishing for drama. A gossip-hungry delinquent. Typical.
"I rejected her," I replied bluntly.
She sighed and shook her head. "Girls are lining up for you, and you just keep rejecting them. At this rate, you'll die alone, you know? "
"I agree," said the eldest, jumping in and rubbing her palms together like a matchmaking villain. "It'd be a waste. How about I help you find a suitable partner? "
"Not interested," I said flatly. "Relationships only bring trouble at this age. Instead of worrying about me, maybe you should focus on yourselves."
That hit the mark. Both of them clutched their chests as if physically wounded.
Despite being the oldest among the four of us, neither of them had ever received a confession.
"You really know how to hit where it hurts," they groaned in unison.
"I'm just being honest. Besides, neither of you inherited Mom's superior genes like Takao and I did. Even though I'm a boy, I'm more beautiful than the two of you combined."
"Pftt!"
They spat out mouthfuls of blood like characters in a cheap drama. Even Mom couldn't help but stifle a laugh, covering her mouth as she chuckled softly.
"Hehe…"
"Damn you, Shin! "They shouted, gritting their teeth. But they couldn't deny it. It was the truth.
"I'm heading out," I said, planting a kiss on my mom's cheek before standing to leave.
Even though I said I'd distance myself from them, I was really only referring to my sisters. When it came to my mother… I couldn't help but feel a strong attachment. Maybe it was guilt, or maybe something deeper.
After all, our father was gone. And someone had to fill the space he left behind.
On school grounds, four figures strolled through the courtyard—led by a guy with spiky orange hair. The surrounding students couldn't help but glance over, curiosity sparking in their eyes.
"Are we skipping class again today, Shin-chan?" asked a short, round-headed boy. He was bald, with three oddly placed slash marks on his scalp like a cat's whiskers. He wore his uniform open, revealing a striped shirt underneath, and casually munched on a bag of chopped potato chips.
"Might be. I'm a little bored," I said, not even bothering to look at him.
"Oh, that reminds me. Want to hear something interesting?" he asked, mouth full of chips and mischief. The glint in his eyes piqued everyone's curiosity—even though I already had a hunch where this was going.
"We're listening..." the three of us replied in unison.
But before he could spill the beans, a nearby conversation stole our attention.
"Hey, look, it's them!" someone whispered, pointing a shaky finger in our direction.
His friend, clearly clueless, tilted his head. "Who are they?"
"What!?" the first guy recoiled, scandalized. "You don't know who they are!?" He dramatically pushed up his glasses with a single finger, the motion fogging up the lenses from his own breath.
Is that... anime logic? I mused, watching from the corner of my eye.
"They're the infamous delinquents of the district—the Kazama Gang!" he declared theatrically.
He pointed us out one by one:
"First! The fatty-fat fatty: Yokoshima!" he cried. "A man bold enough to wear stripes over his man-boobs!"
I… don't even understand that logic.
"Then, the Long Mountain: Nakayama!"
"He's so impressive!" someone else shouted, inexplicably in English.
Wait. Why English? I inwardly deadpanned.
"Next—Shin Takao! The famous femboy!" he announced, his voice tinged with something a little too eager.
The way he introduced me gave me chills. Is he… lusting after me?
Should I pull down my pants and show him how manly I am? I thought—but quickly dismissed the idea.
"And lastly…" His gaze shifted to Kenji—but he paused awkwardly, clearly blanking.
"Uhh… this guy… the leader of… um…"
Kenji's face darkened. Black lines formed on his forehead. A vein pulsed.
"My name is Kazama. Kazama Kenji! Remember that!!" he roared.
The bystanders flinched, then scattered like roaches. Kenji just sighed in frustration.
I wasn't originally planning to associate with these guys. But one day, while I was skipping class, I found myself wandering behind the school—their territory, apparently. One thing led to another, and now I hang out with them regularly.
Even though my sister has a crush on Kenji, I'm not going to interfere. Her life, her problems. That's my motto.
"Ken-chan, I'm kinda sorry we stood out like that…" Yokoshima muttered.
"Enough about that," I cut in, motioning toward a nearby classroom. "Take a look at this."
We all turned to the sign above the door:
[Game Production Department]
As we stared at it, Yokoshima's lips curled into a wicked grin.
"Everyone… this is what I was talking about," he said, eyes gleaming with something close to villainy.
"What's up with this place, anyway?" Kenji asked, brows furrowed.