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All the People Who Like Me are Other People’s Girlfriends!?

Erushika
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After traveling to the world of anime, Kiyono was bound to an extremely bad simulator. The system said that as long as he simulated him, he would get rewards, but he had to make those two-dimensional heroines who already had lovers fall in love with him. "Okay, so this is how you play it, right? Today I will let you see what a pure love god of war is!" Looking at this outrageous system, Kiyono's mouth twitched and he began to operate. In "The Loser Heroine", he worked hard to study the field of literature and helped Yanami find his dream. In "The Stranger", he learned painting, founded a game company, and made Eriri's world more colorful. In the end, he achieved achievements such as [Light Novel Master], [Divine Painter], [God of Music], and [Sit Calm in the Sleeves]. Just when he thought everything was over, Yanami, who was simulated throughout the whole process, smiled shyly: "Passionate, straightforward and gentle, he even saved me. It was Kiyono-kun who made me realize what true love is." Eriri's pretty face pink: "I'm sorry, Tomoya, Kiyono is my hero, I can't... go back." "???" ________________ RAW [喜欢我的全是别人女友!?]
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Chapter 1 - Transmigration, Then Picked Up by Yukino

"So, as long as there's money, you'll do anything?"

A voice as cold and clear as a mountain spring came from ahead, making the drowsy Kiyono blink.

The first thing to enter his line of sight was a pair of clean women's leather shoes. His gaze slowly moved upward—black knee-high socks encased long, straight legs, and the strip of skin between the socks and the plaid skirt was dazzlingly white. Finally, looking further up…

The dark clouds had dispersed, and the bright moon hung high. He saw a beautiful face.

It was a girl who seemed to have stepped out of a painting, her pretty face bearing an expression as indifferent as fine snow. Her smooth, long hair reached her waist, and combined with her delicate features, she exuded a cold, serious aura.

At this moment, the girl looked down at him, her bright eyes incredibly serious.

She was carefully scrutinizing the boy leaning in a roadside corner… perhaps "homeless" would be a more fitting description?

He was wearing old clothes, his hair was messy, his face was smudged with dirt, and—coupled with the empty bowl in front of him—he looked every bit like a young boy living on the streets—

But upon closer inspection, he actually had a delicate face that even dirt and messy hair couldn't hide, with sharp, thin features.

This made her pause slightly.

While the girl was momentarily stunned, Kiyono finally realized something and spoke with renewed vigor: "That's right! For five thousand yen… cough… for just one dinner, you can do whatever you want with me! Whether it's fortune-telling or relationship advice, shining shoes or licking feet, I guarantee your satisfaction!"

He stared intently at the girl in front of him, eyes shining, his whole body broadcasting a clear message—"Rich lady, hungry, food."

This charlatan-like demeanor made Yukino's expression a bit strange. He was almost starving, yet he still had the mind to make such jokes?

After a long silence, she said, "How old are you?"

Kiyono showed what he believed to be a very fresh and handsome smile. "I am a blooming eighteen years old."

"Lying." Yukino raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over his arms, throat, and face in sequence, her tone flat and certain. "You are at most fifteen years old."

"…That's a topic you can't even touch!"

Kiyono gasped and quickly denied it.

Yukino looked at him in surprise, not quite understanding why he would deny his age. However, after confirming her guess, she sighed inwardly.

He was even younger than her, yet…

If an underage boy was begging for food, there must be a problem with society.

She suppressed her extra thoughts, then took out one, two, three… five Fukuzawa Yukichi bills from her small wallet and, under Kiyono's shocked gaze, placed them in his hand.

"Take them and use them. If you spend carefully, these should last you a week."

The girl's expression remained calm, yet not cold—like the light of a full moon.

At this moment, Kiyono's gaze toward Yukino changed. It went from seeing a rich lady to seeing the Virgin Mary descending with a halo. He stared blankly at Yukino, a crystalline tear suddenly appearing at the corner of his eye. He pressed his hands together toward her like a devout believer.

"Sister—no! Goddess! You are truly as great as a goddess of salvation!"

With this start-up capital, he was confident he could escape his current homeless life and live a bright and beautiful future!

"If you don't want to continue living on the streets, please be serious, Mr. Homeless." Yukino's mouth twitched, her voice somewhere between helpless and indifferent.

"Tonight, buy some clothes, find a hotel, take a bath, and rest well. If you clean yourself up, it shouldn't be hard to apply for some simple jobs."

"You're right, but is there really nothing I can do for you?" Kiyono obediently put away the banknotes and looked up at her.

"The wealthy, out of compassion, give to the poor. This is my philosophy, so it's enough if you can just escape this life."

Hearing the boy's sincere words, Yukino Yukinoshita paused, and her tone softened considerably.

She didn't do this for a reward; a poor young boy couldn't help her with anything—she acted for a certain ideal in her heart.

Of course, this didn't mean she would offer financial aid to every person in need. The girl believed in "giving a man a fish versus teaching a man to fish."

She would only choose to support those who genuinely strove to improve, took action, and needed help.

The girl suddenly recalled something from earlier. After school in the evening, on her way to the supermarket, she happened to see a boy looking for a job.

Out of curiosity, she stopped to watch for a while. This shabbily dressed boy—even when driven away by others' strange and disgusted looks—remained unfazed.

He continued to enter one shop after another with an enthusiastic and sincere smile. That never-give-up attitude made her feel that perhaps she could give him a chance.

Yukino took a deep breath, glanced at him, and said calmly, "Well then, goodbye."

The moment her words fell, she turned and left without hesitation, leaving behind only a dignified, slender back.

At this moment, she heard a shout from behind.

"Thank you! I will definitely repay you in the future! And one more thing…"

He asked loudly, "Can you tell me your name?"

The girl's steps paused. She didn't turn back; only a faint voice, carried by the lingering night breeze, reached the young man's ears.

"Yukino Yukinoshita."

"Phew, I can finally end this beggar's life…"

Kiyono, soaking in a small bathtub in a randomly chosen hotel, couldn't help but sigh.

I, Kiyono, sixteen years old, am a transmigrator.

These few lines—less than ten characters in total—are very simple, but every time he recalled his experiences, he would wipe away a bitter tear.

First, he was a "body-transmigrator."

Body-transmigration, as the name suggests, means his entire person directly crossed into a parallel world. One day, he was hit by a heavy truck and found himself lying on a foreign street. Of course, that wasn't the point; the point was…

Body-transmigration.

Initial state.

No money, no place to live, no family, no identification—and in a foreign land to boot.

Naturally, he became one of the street homeless.

Although he tried to find a job first to solve the problem of food and clothing, in this cold metropolis, no shop would hire a suspicious-looking, homeless person. Eventually, he couldn't even get in the door.

He had reason to believe that, if it weren't for this girl named Yukino, such a life would have continued.

"But now, I have taken the first step to conquer Tokyo!"

Thinking of the fifty thousand yen, Kiyono couldn't help clenching his fist in excitement.

What was the biggest problem he encountered?

Wasn't it just a lack of start-up capital?

With this money, he could find a simple place to live, tidy up his appearance, and—given his abilities—he was confident he could find a source of income to sustain himself. If all else failed, he'd just go work at a host club!

As he thought, the dignified and beautiful figure under the bright moon appeared in Kiyono's mind.

This girl had given him the most crucial help; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she saved him.

"I must repay her well in the future." With a splash, in the hazy mist, Kiyono gently stretched out his hand, as if to reach through the ceiling and touch the bright moon in the sky. Water droplets trickled down his arm, silently merging into the bathtub.

However, what was most important to him now was to find a job and establish himself in this steel city!

That grand goal would have to be achieved slowly later.

—Unless he had a golden finger!

[Ding dong.]

[Congratulations, Master, on successfully activating the Beautiful Life Simulator!]

Oh my God, it's actually here!? And it's the classic simulator?

Kiyono's eyes widened, and he immediately stood up.

"System, show me your power!"

[In the simulation, you will encounter many heroines, and your lives will intertwine as you walk toward the future together. There will be sweetness, sourness, dreams, and youth…]

In simple terms, is it a dating simulator?

Kiyono pondered. He originally thought that with such a hardcore beginning, he should be the protagonist of a certain web novel, but now—judging by the system's words—he had probably transmigrated into a romance novel…

"So, what's the main quest of your simulation? Is it normal romance? Or is it a sugar-baby scenario? Or is it a lifelong regret?"

For some reason, the system was silent for a moment, then slowly said:

[…Your main quest is to make the heroines devoted to you.]

Hearing this, Kiyono instinctively felt something was wrong.

He said in a deep voice, "Tell me the complete story!"

[…In the simulation, you will encounter your destined heroines. After meeting you, the heroines will understand who their true desired lover is. Finally, they will throw themselves into your arms in front of their boyfriends.]

"???"

No, dude.

You're a cuckolder, aren't you?! You're definitely a cuckolder!

Kiyono couldn't hold back anymore. Now he finally understood that this was neither a novel system nor a cat system; this was an evil system that emerged from some hidden world!

Moreover, he started with a broken bowl—how was he supposed to be a "yellow-hair" (cuckolder)? This wasn't Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils!

After a burst of complaints, he calmed down considerably. Regardless, he wouldn't do something like cuckolding. However, he couldn't just give up on the system either; this was his capital for a rapid comeback! First, he'd see if there was a win-win solution!

At this moment, as if hearing his thoughts, the system quickly introduced its functions, acting like a bride who had been delivered but was tragically disliked.

[In… in short! You can replicate the skills practiced in the simulation into reality! And also, after each simulation ends, rewards will be given based on the excitement level of your simulated life and the heroines' favorability!]

In other words, even if he didn't complete the cuckolding quest, he could still get rewards?

Kiyono fell into thought. The system's skill-replication function was actually very powerful. After all, a simulated life could easily span three to five years. If one deliberately practiced a certain field for three to five years, how much could they achieve?

This alone was enough. As for the cuckolding main quest, there was no need to complete it specifically.

"It seems I can go from Tokyo's most excellent beggar to Tokyo's most excellent handsome young man."

Repaying Miss Yukino was no longer a distant ideal.

Thinking of this, Kiyono lost interest in bathing. He simply dried himself, blew his hair dry with a hairdryer, then sat on the bed and opened the system.

"So, how do I start the simulation? Hurry up!"

[Your will.]

[Current available simulation attempts: 1.]

[Do you wish to start the simulation?]

[Please note, meow, that once the simulation begins, your consciousness will be projected into the simulated world at certain moments.]