Become increasingly a “cheater” by interacting with the heroine.

"I can't believe this…" Akira Tanaka, a first-year college student, muttered as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His appearance was so plain it screamed "background character" from an anime.

Pale, unblemished skin, neatly combed black hair that lacked any standout qualities, and dark eyes nearly the same shade as his hair—it was as if he'd been designed to be the quintessential isekai protagonist: so average and unremarkable that anyone could easily project themselves onto him.

"I never thought I'd experience something like transmigration," he said with a sigh. The last thing he remembered was job hunting after graduating college. Months had passed, and he was still unemployed, with only three interviews under his belt. Now, somehow, he had woken up in this unfamiliar yet strangely anime-like world.

Akira was tired of it all. Life had been a constant grind, and the weight of his struggles bore down on him. On that fateful day, he had been riding his motorcycle when a sudden downpour forced him to pull over and take shelter under an overpass. The rain hammered against the pavement, blurring the world around him.

As he stood there, watching the water cascade off his helmet, a loud screech shattered the rhythmic sound of the rain. His heart sank as he turned to see a truck barreling out of control, skidding off the road and heading straight toward the group of motorcyclists gathered nearby.

He realized he could have easily avoided the danger. He had parked his bike a bit further away from the truck's path. But then he saw them—female high school student, frozen in fear, their wide eyes locked on the oncoming vehicle. Without thinking, Akira rushed toward her, adrenaline surging through his veins. He managed to push out of the way. That was the last thing he remembered before everything went black.

"Did I… die back there?" Akira whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. The memory of the truck was hazy, like a half-forgotten dream. He couldn't recall whether the impact had actually claimed his life, and maybe it was better that way. The thought of reliving such a horrific moment sent a shiver down his spine.

What puzzled him more was the absence of the clichés he had often read about in isekai stories. No mysterious gods or benevolent goddesses appeared to greet him. No booming voice explained why he was in this new world. It was just… him. Alone with his thoughts, grappling with the strange reality he now found himself in.

Akira looked around and found himself in what appeared to be an ordinary young man's apartment. The room was sparsely furnished, with just a bed, a wardrobe, and a small table with a laptop on top of it. Next to the laptop, he noticed a digital drawing tablet, suggesting that the original Akira had an interest in art. It made sense when he realized he was a graphic design student in this world.

"This would all make more sense if I knew more about this person…" Akira muttered to himself. As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt an odd sensation in his head—not pain, not dizziness, but something deeper. Memories began to flow into his mind, trickling at first, then flooding faster and faster.

It was as if he were watching a reel of someone else's life, yet it was undeniably his own now. Images, sounds, and emotions played out vividly: childhood laughter, awkward teenage moments, the stress of college assignments, and the mundane routine of daily life. Within moments, Akira understood everything about the person whose life he now inhabited—from the original Akira's earliest memories to the events of just yesterday.

The sensation was eerily similar to the stories he had read about people recalling their entire lives in the final seconds before death. The sheer intensity of it left him breathless, but when it was over, he felt oddly grounded, as though the puzzle pieces of his new existence had finally clicked into place.

"Ugh, what a crazy experience," Akira muttered as he processed the flood of memories from the original Akira's life. At least now he could piece together what had been happening over the past few months. It had been three months since the original Akira had moved to the big city for college, leaving behind his quiet rural hometown.

Life in the city was nothing like the countryside. The people here were colder, more distant, and making friends felt like an uphill battle. As a lonely young man, the original Akira had naturally sought something to fill the growing void in his heart.

And in the big city, there was something unique that his rural hometown had never offered: rental girlfriends. The concept was entirely foreign to Akira in his past life, but it seemed the original Akira had quickly become hooked. These services allowed people to hire women to accompany them on dates, providing companionship that felt real, even if only for a little while.

One woman in particular stood out to him—Chizuru Mizuhara. The original Akira had booked her far more often than any of the others, suggesting she had left a significant impression on him. From the glimpses of those memories, Akira could see why. Chizuru wasn't just beautiful; there was something captivating about her presence, something that kept the original Akira coming back again and again.

"Wait, Chizuru Mizuhara…" Akira muttered, unable to resist saying the name aloud. It sounded strangely familiar, stirring something deep in his memory. "No way… it can't be, right?" he added, pulling out his smartphone with a mix of urgency and disbelief.

He quickly opened the rental girlfriend app, Diamond, to search for the woman named Chizuru Mizuhara. Although the memories from the original Akira vividly captured her image, he felt an overwhelming need to confirm it with his own eyes.

As the app loaded, Akira found Chizuru's profile and stared at her picture. There she was—a woman with a dazzling appearance that could take anyone's breath away. She had waist-length chestnut-brown hair, with a signature braid tied into a small ponytail hanging down her back, and light brown eyes that seemed to radiate warmth and intelligence. Her proportions were almost unreal: a stunningly beautiful face, a large bosom, long slender legs, and a figure that felt like it was crafted to perfection.

She was no other than Chizuru Ichinose a character from manga and anime called Rent a Girlfriend.

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Schedule; 1 chapter every monday to friday

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