A Sprinkle of Subversion

How did I die? I can't recall. I quickly thought that the cause of this amnesia was actually dying itself.

Maybe it was traumatic, or maybe whoever/whatever gave me a new chance at life decided the memory was unneeded.

How did I reincarnate? That's an even funnier story since I really had no clue about it. Not a single clue. I could remember blurry fragments about my ****, but nothing about this new life that I started at... 20.

Waking up as someone else as an only child to a fairly rich family left me baffled, confused, and very afraid.

I thought that I had been kidnapped or worse, but I doubted anyone could truly reasonably remove five years off my body, make me so slim, and even give me silver hair and green eyes. Because, damn I looked so much different than I used to be.

Sparing a lengthy look at the mirror in the bathroom, I was fixated over how I looked. So different, so younger and I totally am a character in some Anime.

Silver hair and green eyes - that sounded like a combo for either a Shounen Protagonist or a Shoujo Love Interest and...

Was that fine by me? Maybe. I didn't have enough at the time to know about my full situation, but, as I used that morning to slowly get ready for college, I also checked anything relevant to confirm my new identity.

Josh Wright, 20, heir to the Wright Jet Airplanes company, and a professional loner. Well, not exactly. From the looks of it, I had a girlfriend and...

Oh right, we are in Japan. Took me a while to get that understood as I was puzzled by the fact there was something weird about the furniture, but it also explained why my GF's name was Japanese.

Ike Harui, the oldest daughter of Ike Saburo, leader of the Ike Consortium. Rich girl, cute smile, shy eyes, small curves and... Uhm.

As I was looking through pictures of her on my phone, I ended up finding something concerning around the most recent ones. She had been spending an awful time with a troublesome classmate called Kumagai Takeo.

The 'bully-type', hardly a jock and more of a womanizer. His dad was allegedly a mob boss who got rich through his connection with the Yakuza and his son was following through that path by having his own thugs and clique at school.

He was also someone that had been getting a bit too cozy with my GF.

I knew I was getting NTR'd, I didn't need to look too deep, especially when I found one of the last pictures of them after a joint jogging session and her smiling and flashing a 'v' gesture while failing to realize a stray pubic hair was plastered on her lips.

It was then I realized my situation was far more precarious than I had expected - this wasn't an Anime world, I was stuck in Hentailand and-

I needed a plan to handle this first hurdle.

After all, feigning ignorance meant trailing the path of being cucked in the long run, and this would screw any chance at me not having to know my so-called 'loving' Harui-chan was getting plowed by another guy.

As I got to eating some eggs and bacon for breakfast, I chewed and brainstormed on ways to handle this situation the best possible...