mygo, Villain Simulator

Moreover, the music entry was the only red entry he encountered in these life simulations; as for the choice of the last entry...

[Do you choose Magic (white), Music (red), or Prestigious Family Background (purple)?]

【confirm. 】

【Start simulation.】

[You were born at age 0 into an ordinary middle-class family. Your family wasn't wealthy, but they weren't poor either. Your parents had high hopes for you, wishing you could create a life of your own through hard work. In this warm little family, you owned a slightly old piano, your mother's dowry, and your first step into music.]

At one year old, you were sensitive to sound. When your mother occasionally played the piano, you would clap your hands and laugh. You loved watching the musical notes dance across the sheet music, even though you didn't understand their meaning at the time.

At the age of three, your little hands first touched the piano keys. Although they were just randomly striking the keys, they produced unexpectedly harmonious melodies, much to your parents' delight. They decided to set aside a portion of their family funds to support your music studies, and through their connections in the community, you were sent to study under a renowned musician.

At age 7, your music teacher was amazed by your talent, praising you for standing out among your peers. At the same time, you accidentally discovered that you could make a candle flame flicker gently, as if responding to your mood. You secretly kept this strange phenomenon to yourself.

At age 12, you won first place in a national music competition, earning a trophy and immense honor. Your parents became even more supportive of your musical dreams. One night, by chance, you again unintentionally manipulated the water droplets in a glass, leading you to begin to doubt whether you possessed a special talent.

At 15, you met a white-haired woman who seemed to see your talent: your music and magic complemented each other, representing two facets of your life.

At 17, you were admitted to an internationally renowned music academy through a special admission program, and your musical talent gradually gained wider recognition. In your spare time, your magical abilities also improved daily. Conversely, you spent less and less time on music, after all, for you, music is who you are.

At 18, you began to reduce your public appearances; fame wasn't something to be happy about. Countless people approached you for various reasons: some wanted a sheet music from you, some wanted to ride your fame, and some wanted to spend a wonderful night with you.

At 19, you completely disappeared from the public eye. During a performance you couldn't refuse, you used magic to cut off the crystal chandelier above your head, injuring your hand. Publicly, you announced that you could no longer play the piano; privately, you had already used magic to heal your body.

At 20, driven by a desire to delve deeper into the study of magic, and with the encouragement of your parents and teachers, you entered a women's university and became a specially appointed professor there.

[While you were familiarizing yourself with your new workplace and searching for a suitable location to use as a magic laboratory, you encountered a girl with light green hair.]

For the first time, you felt an interest in things other than music and magic.

Chapter 12 Realistic Simulation

At 20 years old, you joined Tsukimori Private Women's University as a music teacher.

After reporting to the principal's office, you expressed your desire to see where you would be working.

The principal suggested that the dean of the music academy be your guide, and you agreed. Under his guidance, you familiarized yourself with the basic locations on campus.

"This is your music classroom, Ms. Ichinose." The dean of the music academy pushed open a door and slightly turned to gesture for Ichinose Wakaba to go in.

"Ichinose-sensei, your office is also here. Your daily teaching takes place in the large classroom in front of the church."

The classroom in front of me was spacious and bright, with a black grand piano in the center. The piano was smooth as a mirror and had obviously been carefully maintained.

Sunlight streamed through the classic arched windows, casting dappled patterns on the wooden floor, and a faint scent of cherry blossoms filled the air. The school's architecture was both ancient and elegant, reflecting the noble character that the school had upheld for over a century.

Ichinose Wakaba was quite appreciative of everything before her. The classroom was decorated in a quiet and solemn manner, and every item contained an artistic soul, making one reluctant to disturb it.

Especially this secluded corner behind the school chapel, which was exclusively his, made Ichinose Wakaba even more satisfied.

Because of your fame, you went so far as to fake an injury to your hand to reduce attention. However, while external attention decreased, your parents' attention increased dramatically, to the point that it seriously impacted your magical research.

So, when your parents asked if you should become a specially appointed professor of music even though you can no longer play the piano, you felt this was a good way to put their minds at ease and stop bothering you.

Now, you, who originally wanted to find an excuse to silence your parents' worried eyes, think choosing to come to the Moon Forest was a great decision.

[At the strict Tsukimori Women's University, female students wouldn't casually wander into your private office. Daily classes are held in the large classrooms at the front, making this office behind the chapel your natural sanctuary.]

[Once you've made your decision, move in immediately and live here, attending classes as usual and researching magic in your spare time.]

[And as you became familiar with the campus, news of your appointment as a specially appointed professor at the university began to circulate.]

As a world-renowned pianist, you are young and promising compared to those aging piano masters, especially with your handsome face. Coupled with the pride of the nation, you once became the number one man that Japanese women most wanted to marry.

You don't care about these exaggerated titles, and you even feel helpless about the so-called "most desirable man to marry" ranking. For you, magic is the center of your life, and this excessive fame only disrupts your peaceful daily life. However, you have a vague feeling that such labels might bring you unexpected attention at this women's university.

Your arrival has garnered much attention at Tsukinomori Women's University. Especially among these strictly disciplined young ladies, who eagerly anticipate a romance with you, like something out of a manga.

So, along the way, you're surrounded by stares, like monkeys. These intense, even predatory gazes are unbearable.

"so hot!"

"She has even more charisma in person than in photos..."

"My heart seems to be racing..."

Although they tried their best to hide their excitement, those gazes and those soft exclamations still made Ichinose Wakaba quicken her pace involuntarily.

Several girls even pretended to unintentionally approach Ichinose Wakaba's route, holding textbooks in their hands, but occasionally stealing glances in his direction.

Ichinose Wakaba could clearly sense that the girls weren't really discussing studying, but rather looking for opportunities to get closer to him.

The headmaster coughed softly and gave the students who were watching a meaningful look. The students immediately dispersed as if nothing had happened, but their eyes remained fixed on Ichinose Wakaba.

"Well, Ms. Ruoye, you might need to get used to our students... they're a bit too enthusiastic," the dean said with a dry laugh, a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Ichinose Wakaba nodded, managing a polite smile – no one is allowed to disturb my magical research.

[Once you make your decision, you must strongly protest to the principal and get them to add a new school rule—no one is allowed to enter Ichinose-sensei's private office.]

Afterwards, the dean showed you around the school and then took your suggestions to discuss with the principal. Meanwhile, you returned to your own office and began looking around, considering how to decorate it.

Just then, you heard hurried footsteps behind you, and the girl's heavy breathing made you realize you needed to hurry and get the principal to agree to your proposed school rules.

However, just as you were about to teach the uninvited female student a lesson, you swallowed your words upon seeing her face, especially after hearing her say, "Ichinose-kun, I like your music, so don't give up!"

Because they were acquaintances, and also because it was a task assigned by the simulator, you began to perform.

[Toyokawa Shoko was so excited about your performance that she almost cried. You took the opportunity to coax her into saying, "In order to keep this secret, Ichinose-kun, can you grant me a request?"]

So you agreed to teach Toyokawa Shoko piano, alone, just the two of you in your own office.

The girl's face flushed red with excitement, and she even thought about the plot of a romance comic she had seen from a classmate—this might be the beginning of love.

[Having delivered the naive and easily deceived Toyokawa Shoko, you heard footsteps again. Unlike Toyokawa Shoko's hurried footsteps, this time the footsteps were steady and calm.]

The sound of footsteps entered through the main entrance, and your gaze was drawn to the person's upright posture.

[Ruoye Mutsumi, the daughter of a comedy legend and a popular actress, combines the best qualities of both, making her a beautiful girl who rivals Toyokawa Shoko.]

But unlike Toyokawa Shoko, who would laugh with delight at your words, Ruoba Mutsumi remained as calm as still water.

[Perhaps it's due to a lack of emotional support, an innate inability to express emotions, the pressure of being the daughter of Xiao Ruoye and an actress, or other possibilities.]

[Ruoye Mu remained expressionless, like a doll.]

[Combined with that exquisite face, it evokes a desire to commit violence.]

You want to see that expressionless face become vibrant because of you.

[Enter augmented reality mode?]

【Yes. 】

If it's about Mutsu, then I can't copy the first dog's back. This reminds me of the beautiful girl's kaleidoscope (…).

Chapter 13 One, Two, Three, Wooden Man.

The girl walked in through the main entrance, and Ichinose Wakaba held her breath, staring intently at her upright figure.

She inherited her beautiful features from her famous actress mother, resembling a meticulously sculpted work of art.

Her skin was as smooth and delicate as white porcelain, with a natural luster, seemingly without a single flaw, reminiscent of pure white snowflakes.

Her delicate face, coupled with her emotionless expression, made her look like an exquisite doll that had stepped out of a painting.

The girl with pale green hair had flawless features, like a work of art meticulously sculpted by fate, every inch exuding calmness and rationality. Her eyes were like clear lakes, deep and transparent, yet devoid of any emotional fluctuation. Her appearance was icy, and she remained silent, as if all emotions and words were frozen within her.

The standard school uniform of Tsukimori Women's University features a skirt that falls neatly to the knees, exuding elegance while retaining a youthful vibe. The impeccably clean uniform is without a single wrinkle; everything about it has been carefully arranged and arranged, with every line conveying a sense of order.

Just like the girl's identity as the daughter of comedy star Wakaba and famous actress, arranged by her parents.

Ruoye Mu stood there quietly, like a doll abandoned in a picture frame, the only sign of life being her faintly flowing breath.

It's as if I'm frozen in an untouchable world, unable to perceive anything from the warmth or sorrow of the outside world.

Her exquisite face made one almost forget the passage of time, carrying a hint of unapproachable aloofness, like an alluring taboo, making one want to approach, yet afraid to shatter her fragile shell. Her beauty made one feel hesitant to touch her, as if the slightest carelessness would shatter that delicate tranquility, disrupting the unspoken balance.

What happens when the balance is broken?

No one knew, and no one had the heart to break Ruoye Mu's protective shell.

She was like an untouchable piece of exquisite porcelain, flawless on the outside, as if her world was so fragile that any careless touch could shatter her, or even cause her to disappear under this invisible protective layer.

Ruoye Mu's appearance is impeccable—calm, elegant, and aloof. Yet, it is precisely this flawless exterior that makes it impossible for anyone to bear touching the secrets beneath. Everyone is afraid that once that cold shell is broken, what will be revealed is a tattered, lonely, and helpless "doll."

—An existence abandoned by the world, no one needs it, and it has lost its value.

Such truth might cause deep heartache and helplessness to anyone who gets close to her, and this is precisely the fear that people dare not face.

I want to see the real her, I want to...

Ichinose Wakaba's heart was stirred.

In that instant, he felt a strange impulse. Ruo Ye Mu's indifferent eyes and emotionless face seemed to be deliberately isolating herself from the world, and this sense of alienation aroused in him a desire to get closer.

I want my colors to appear on her face.

Ichinose Wakaba's body began to crave, just like Nanaya Shiki's murderous impulse arising from encountering the exorcising blood within the princess of the True Ancestor.

His breathing became rapid.

Ruoye Mu's gaze fell on the person in front of her, her eyes empty and calm, as if she hadn't noticed any fluctuations emanating from the man before her. Her gaze held no warmth or hostility, a simple observation, like a still canvas, undisturbed by anything in the outside world.

The girl remained silent, so quiet that one almost forgot she was there.

However, Ruo Yemu's cold temperament was so strong that it made everyone present feel even more tormented.

You can't resist that impulse.

Ichinose Wakaba stood in front of her, slightly uncomfortable, and adjusted her posture: "You..."

He wanted to ask Ruoye Mutsu what was wrong, to break the heavy silence and shatter the suffocating stillness. Before he could finish speaking, Ichinose Wakaba's voice was swallowed by the delicate fragrance in the air.

As Ruoye Mutsu approached, a familiar fragrance silently spread. Ichinose Wakaba knew where the familiarity lay; it was the same scent as that of Toyokawa Shoko.

However, because of the different owners, even if the same perfume was used, it became elusive due to the girl's own unique scent, instantly filling the air around Ichinose Wakaba.

The fragrance wasn't strong, yet it was captivating, like rose petals gently unfolding in the morning dew, or perhaps some more noble, indescribable scent, drifting softly in the breeze. The aroma rushed straight to Ichinose Wakaba's nose, as if it had become part of the air; a deep inhale left him momentarily mesmerized.

Ichinose Wakaba subconsciously held her breath, her gaze involuntarily drifting slightly, her heartbeat seemingly quickening without her realizing it. That fragrance carried a relaxing yet subtly tense power, as if it could entice one to let down all guard and feel an almost irresistible attraction.

I understand now why there's a live view mode option here.

Feeling the restlessness in her body, and knowing the name of her cheat system, Ichinose Wakaba wanted to be patient, since if she made a move now, the simulation might end.

You should know that this kind of thing is not allowed in any country.

If discovered, Ichinose Wakaba would face imprisonment. And if he were arrested and imprisoned, Ichinose Wakaba felt that his simulation would end there.

While Ichinose Wakaba was pondering a solution, Ruoba Mutsumi stared at her for a long time before finally speaking softly, "Shoko likes you."

His voice was cold and brief, yet it possessed an undeniable aura.

"Yes, she really likes my music."

"I like your music, and I like you."

For Ruoye Mutsu, that last sentence was the longest and most complete sentence she had uttered in a long time. It was because she was worried about Toyokawa Shoko that the light green-haired girl spoke so much to a stranger she was meeting for the first time.

Otherwise, Ruoye Mu wouldn't even have come here.

Recently, Mutsumi Ruoba noticed that Shoko Toyokawa had become depressed and, after learning that it was because of Wakaba Ichinose, she began to take a liking to her.

Today I discovered that Toyokawa Shoko lied and left the classroom after hearing about Ichinose Wakaba's news, and Ruoba Mutsumi followed her there—I saw all of that.

Perhaps it's because lonely people are good at observing, or for some other reason, Mutsumi Ruoba noticed that Wakaba Ichinose had certain thoughts about Shoko Toyokawa hidden beneath their idol-fan relationship.

"Don't hurt Xiangzi."

After saying this, the girl, who looked like a doll, turned and left.

From beginning to end, Ruoye Mutsumi only had eyes for Toyokawa Shoko. If she had just glanced at Ichinose Wakaba in front of her, perhaps what happened afterward wouldn't have occurred.

"Ruoye, has no one ever taught you to look people in the eye when you talk to them?"

Mutsumi Ruoba, who was being held against the wall with one hand, noticed the desire in Wakaba Ichinose's eyes. She didn't know what fear was, or perhaps she simply didn't know what was going to happen next. The girl lowered her head and apologized softly.

"sorry."

The pale green-clad girl thought that an apology would solve everything and make Ichinose Wakaba let her go.

But the hand that didn't let go, and the other hand pressed against her chest, caused Ruoye Mu's face to show a different expression for the first time.

Fear appeared on the girl's face because of Ichino Wakaba. She struggled and said the words of letting go.

But these expressions and behaviors only made Ichinose Wakaba want to embrace Ruoba Mutsumi's slender body even more—wanting to stroke her hair, wanting to feel her breath, wanting to make her more like a human being.