"The vocalist is trying way too hard."
Slender, fair fingers with well-defined knuckles tapped away at the dimly glowing phone screen.
Under the comments section of a music MV on a well-known Japanese video-sharing site, a new message appeared, Kazami Haru's casual remark.
Mid-July, the peak season for human hormones.
Why July, you ask? Because only in this sweltering heat can you easily see a girl's white short-sleeved shirt, damp with sweat and clinging to her body, highlighting her curves.
The tiny beads of sweat on her delicate nose, the strands of hair glistening as if coated in mist... isn't it kinda lewd?
[Want to experience the clash of youthful hormones? Craving the heart-throbbing excitement of a pure romance?]
["The Ultimate Romance Simulator" is here to serve you!]
A light breeze, carrying the faint, sunlit scent of sunflowers, brushed against the boy's forehead, stirring his dark bangs ever so slightly.
This subtle fragrance seemed intertwined with the warmth of the sunlight, yet it made Kazami Haru's eyes widen in shock.
Sitting by the window in the second-to-last row of the classroom, the boy's fingers froze mid-tap on his phone screen.
"...What the hell? A loot box?!"
On the podium, the teacher, who had been enduring Kazami Haru's blatant lack of attention, finally snapped the white chalk between their fingers in anger.
"Kazami-kun, please come up and solve this problem!"
Suppressing his strong urge to curse, Kazami Haru braced himself against the wave of stares flooding in from all directions and made his way toward the blackboard at a steady pace.
Even without turning around, he could feel the intensity of the gazes behind him.
Eyes are said to be the windows to the soul, and in daily life, people communicate with their gaze just as much as they do with words.
Excitement, curiosity, indifference, and even... emotions that carried an unmistakable hint of warm affection.
The latter was nothing unusual, and Kazami Haru had long since learned to deal with it calmly...
As long as it came from the opposite sex.
Jet-black hair and eyes, meeting the East Asian beauty standard. His facial features were sharp yet softened by a touch of elegance. A sharp jawline. A sleek ponytail rested neatly at the back of his head, while his dark irises held a faint shadow of melancholy.
He knew exactly why he attracted so much attention—he was simply too good-looking.
While casually solving the math problem on the blackboard, Kazami Haru mentally examined the unfamiliar voice that had suddenly appeared in his head.
A "transmigrators system", this thing had basically become a standard feature for anyone who crossed into another world.
Honestly, he had expected it to show up at some point. He was just surprised it had taken so long but whatever, it wasn't world had supernatural forces or anything.
There weren't going to be giant kaiju battling Ultraman in the streets, nor would two muscular men having a stand off with invisible stands.
And, obviously, there wasn't going to be some exiled prince of a major nation flipping a floorboard and getting himself killed in the process.
[Welcome to "The Ultimate Romance Simulator." This simulator allows you to conduct "simulations" of special women who have formed a connection with you.]
[Simulations will be conducted through text and virtual reality. Virtual reality mode consumes a significant amount of simulation attempts, but even if you immerse yourself in VR, it will not affect your actual personality.]
[Each completed simulation will be graded and rewarded accordingly.]
[This simulator will guide you step by step up the tower of romance, helping you achieve the pinnacle of a fulfilling rose-colored life.]
To be honest, Kazami Haru cared way more about money than romance.
Without looking back, he tossed the chalk into the air. It spun gracefully before landing perfectly in the balding math teacher's palm.
Under the astonished gazes of his classmates, he calmly walked back to his seat, took out his phone, and resumed browsing forums.
By now, everyone was used to his attitude. If it had been anyone else, people would've secretly gossiped and criticized him for his arrogance.
But thanks to his exceptional looks and top-tier academic performance, all his "flaws" were forgiven.
After all, this was a world that valued appearance above all else.
[The Ultimate Romance Simulator]
Host: Kazami Haru Skills: Piano Lv2, Music Theory Lv2
Evaluation: Possesses an innate and extraordinary charm, making it easy to gain the favor of the opposite sex. Has a strong foundation in music, showing potential in the industry. However, shares some of the personality flaws typical of bassists.
Overall, the strengths outweigh the weaknesses.
"...For real? Really doxxing me, huh?"
Kazami Haru muttered to himself, feeling somewhat uncomfortable about how thoroughly the system had analyzed him.
But of course, the rigid simulator had no intention of acknowledging his displeasure. It continued explaining its functions.
[Available Simulation Attempts: 5]
[Available Simulation Targets: Yamada Ryo, Takamatsu Tomori]
The moment he saw the name "Takamatsu Tomori," Kazami Haru's peripheral vision instinctively shifted toward a certain girl in the same row.
A short-haired girl with, chin-length ash brown hair and rose-gold eyes sat nearby.
To Kazami Haru, she looked like a small, adorable animal—but her demeanor was extremely withdrawn, and her naturally pessimistic personality made it difficult for others to approach her.
Even before seeing her name, he had expected her to be on the list.
After all, she was the main heroine of MyGO!!!!!, a show he had watched before and since she was his classmate, it made perfect sense that she could be simulated.
No matter how hard he thought about it, Kazami Haru couldn't recall ever interacting with that woman.
Yet, according to the system, simulation targets must be special women who have formed a connection with him.
So how had Yamada Ryo become connected to him?