Chapter 6-7 – Memory – 3
Mori Takuya—no, the boy formerly known as Sato Takuya. His life was bizarre. No, rather than bizarre, it was a complete mess.
First of all, his parents' relationship was far from normal. His father was a successful company employee in his early thirties, and his mother was just an ordinary housewife in her early twenties.
At first glance, it might have seemed like a typical case of a scoundrel man and a young woman, but it was nothing like that. Just a few lines were enough to show how twisted their relationship truly was.
His biological father, Sato Daichi, was a thirty-year-old virgin who had never even dated. His biological mother, Sakuragi Yuka, was a woman Daichi had bought with money just for his first sexual experience.
After sleeping with her, Daichi, being reckless, wanted to try unprotected sex. That ended up getting her pregnant. The bigger problem was that she was only nineteen at the time.
Those few lines alone were enough to explain why the family was already in ruins. But the real downfall had not even started yet.
Even though she got pregnant, the man surprisingly decided to take responsibility. He wasn't a complete piece of human garbage, but considering what came later, he almost was.
Two years after the child was born, they finally had a wedding. Why two years later? Because the man, wanting to focus on his career in a good company, delayed the marriage.
After they finally got married, they lived a somewhat decent life at first.
Daichi, who had once been a complete virgin, met a woman for the first time, talked with her, and slowly began to change.
By following his wife's advice on clothes, appearance, and hairstyles, he managed to shed his nerdy image and gain confidence.
Yuka, meanwhile, enjoyed a comfortable life in a household that provided her with wealth and stability she had never known before.
If things had simply continued in this way, the story might have ended differently. Takuya would have been born under complicated circumstances, but even so, he could have grown up as a good child with two parents who, despite everything, gave him love and care. That would have been the end of it. But reality was not so kind. Reality, in truth, was a cesspool.
After gaining a better appearance, newfound confidence, and the security of wealth, Daichi's true nature began to reveal itself. He started cheating with other women. That single decision became the first crack in what would eventually become the downfall of their family.
At first, Yuka pretended not to notice. She looked the other way, not because she still loved him, but because her feelings for Daichi were never truly strong to begin with. Added to that was the unspoken rule in Japanese society, where men being unfaithful was, to some extent, considered normal or tolerable. If the cheating had remained at that level, the marriage might have endured.
But Daichi was a man who never knew moderation. He continued to push boundaries until he became nothing short of trash. He even went so far as to bring other women into the very home where his wife lived.
That was the final straw. Yuka's tolerance broke, and eventually, she chose divorce.
At that time, Takuya was still a small child, barely five years old. Yuka wanted no part of her husband's wealth, nor did she wish to keep custody of a son who constantly reminded her of the man she had come to despise. And so, custody fell to Daichi.
But even after the divorce, Daichi did not reflect on his actions or attempt to change his ways. Instead, he turned his energy toward building connections with influential and powerful people. Strangely enough, his efforts worked. Against all odds, he remarried.
How he managed it remained a mystery. A divorced man usually carried a heavy social penalty, yet he somehow succeeded in marrying into a family of influence and reputation. That alone could only be described as unbelievable.
The woman who became his second wife was Mori Ayaka. She was the daughter of an influential household, skilled in managing domestic affairs, and an outstanding homemaker in every way. On top of that, she excelled at raising children and providing them with education and discipline.
It wasn't that Yuka had been incapable of raising a child, but the difference between them was vast. Their family backgrounds, education, and experiences created a gap that could not be ignored.
In this way, Yuka remained Takuya's biological mother, but Ayaka became something far deeper—his spiritual mother.
For the next four years, the family lived in relative peace, and Takuya finally experienced stability. But when he turned ten, the fragile calm collapsed once again. Daichi and Ayaka divorced.
The exact reason was unclear. Based on Takuya's fragmented memories, heated arguments had taken place.
"No! What are you saying? It was clearly ■@!#$@$go-!"
From this, it could only be assumed that their split was caused by a serious clash of values or deep differences between Daichi and Ayaka's family.
I didn't know the full details either. What I remembered from Takuya's memories was only Daichi's angry voice after he had received a phone call.
After that divorce, Daichi didn't take Takuya with him. Perhaps he realized that keeping his own child would only hold him back. So, he left Takuya in Ayaka's care and focused on climbing higher in society.
Mori Ayaka, who had no obligation, ended up raising a child she had not even given birth to. Naturally, her family discovered this and reacted furiously, demanding that she abandon the boy. But Ayaka refused. She chose to keep Takuya with her. As a result, she was disowned and cast out of the Mori family.
With nowhere left to go, both Ayaka and I were saved by an unexpected person.
"If you have nowhere else to go, why don't you live at my place?"
It was Yuka. She had been living peacefully in her hometown and, despite everything, took in both Takuya and Ayaka. The three of us began living together in her house. That became the life of Mori Takuya.
Now, why was I telling this story? The answer was very simple. Because—
"Takuya, is it good?"
"Yes…"
"Don't be picky and eat this too."
The two of them were sticking close to me, constantly offering side dishes and feeding me as if I were a child.
'This… this is too much!'
I felt extremely uncomfortable. It would have been uncomfortable even if it had been my real mother. But the fact that these so-called mothers—whom I had only just met today—were doing this made it unbearable.
It was driving me completely crazy.
Moreover—
'No, even if it's just at home, that outfit is way too much!'
They were supposed to be mothers, yet their bodies didn't look motherly at all. Their sexy figures alone were dangerous, but the real problem was Yuka's outfit right beside me.
What she wore was something any modern Korean man would immediately recognize. Black dolphin shorts paired with a white tank top.
'No… don't sit like that in dolphin shorts…'
She sat cross-legged on the chair, her healthy thighs and delicate toes moving slightly, and the sight alone stirred my instincts as a man. Because of that, I was going through absolute torture.
It was already humiliating enough to have an erection in front of a friend's mother, but to get one in front of my own mothers—even if it wasn't technically my body—was unbearable.
'If that happens again, I'll seriously run away.'
If Ayaka hadn't been dressed neatly, I might have already lost control.
'No… but if someone with her body ever wore something provocative, what would even happen…?'
Of course, Ayaka's figure was so stunning that even her modest clothing carried destructive power. Still, it was far less dangerous than Yuka's primal, overwhelming stimulation.
I somehow finished the meal, not even knowing whether the food went into my mouth or nose, while stuck between two women who didn't feel like mothers at all. The moment I could, I quickly announced that I was going to my room, escaped their arms, and rushed upstairs.
For reference, Takuya's room was located at the end of the hallway on the second floor.
When I entered, what greeted me was far from the image of a typical student's room.
'As I thought… there are lots of pictures, just like in my memories…'
The walls were plastered with photos of sexy women, most likely gravure models.
Strangely enough, as soon as I stepped inside, the arousal and excitement I had just felt faded away like melting snow. Perhaps my instincts were telling me that this room was a safe zone.
Thinking that, I dropped myself onto the bed on one side of the room.
Thud!!
I lay down flat.
"Haa…"
A heavy sigh escaped me as I stared at the ceiling.
That was because, although I had been pretending to stay calm until then, my head was honestly throbbing.
Being possessed by a game, gaining game-like abilities, and then learning about Takuya's past—it was far too much to accept all at once. My thoughts were tangled into a complete mess.
No, there was even more to consider. How long did the Ero Villain series actually last? Would Miyuki act exactly as she had in the game? And most importantly—
'Where did the soul of this body's true owner, Takuya, go?'
There were countless questions, both trivial and crucial, piling up inside my mind. Naturally, in such a situation, all I could do was sigh deeply.
I lay on the bed for a long while, lamenting the cruel reality I had been thrown into.
"Okay. I can't stay like this."
I forced myself to calm down and decided to do what needed to be done.
First, I found a notebook inside Takuya's room. I sat down and began writing in Korean. The title I scribbled was clear—
[List of Ero Villain Series and Detailed Information]
I wrote down the names of the games I had played from the Ero Villain circle. This was something extremely important. I had to record it before the memories faded.
'If there was a first scenario, there must be another one after it.'
It was highly likely that the company had produced more games in the same series. Just to be safe, I also planned to write down every other adult game I could still remember.
'I wonder how much I can recall…'
I wasn't confident I could remember everything, but I had to try.
And so, as the person now forced to live as Takuya, I spent the entire night filling the notebook with the titles of the Ero Villain series and the unique traits of each game.
All the while, I could feel someone's unseen gaze lingering on me.
In the end, it was a truly rewarding night.