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Assistant: Title: The World of Otome Games is Tough For Leon
        Author: SmokeDetectorChirping SmokeDetectorChirping 
        Chapter: 1/10 
        Summary: Leon has never been lucky, from being felled in his previous life by a set of stairs to being reincarnated as the bottom of society in a matriarchal kingdom. Not only was he reborn as a man, he was reborn as a demihuman.Truly, he was an unfortunate soul, meant to be pitied and coddled. So, why was it that he kept finding himself in increasingly more and more difficult scenarios?**Heavily based on the light novels, but with a slightly more self-aware Leon.
        Contents: Chapter 1: Prologue
    

    

        
          
          
            A twenty-something year old man gets tricked into playing a dating simulator catered to women.
          
        

      
        
          
          (See the end of the chapter for  notes.)
          
      
  

  
  
    
    Blanket ideological statements like good and evil are relative depending on perspective; so claiming that the world works in a binary way is a false statement. Someone’s good can be another’s evil, and vice versa. No, the world isn’t binary and it most certainly isn’t built based on black and white, but rather works in varying shades of gray. The shade, however, is determined based on the winners of history - skewing the scale once again.Philosophical pretentious things such as the ones above don’t normally cross the average, everyday mind of a Japanese salaryman. Especially not ones who spent their golden week, a week that he was  supposed to have off and resting, on one hundred percenting a women’s dating simulator. Yet, here he is, trying yet again to get the reverse harem ending in a stupid otome game his devilish younger sister coerced him into beating for her.Seriously, the entire game was cr@p! Sure the still cuts were nicely drawn, and the voice acting was impeccable, but that’s because the company spent their entire budget on promotional art and advertising the CVs. The rest of the budget was reflected in the game’s storyline and gameplay. Unfortunately, the devs had to be running on fumes, because the entire game didn’t make sense at all. How does a dating simulator turn into a turn based RPG, and why are there mechs in a fantasy world full of magic? Even if he ignored those two points, was he supposed to believe that the protagonist didn’t recognize the prince of her own country?The only mildly unique thing about the game, if it could be given any praise at all besides the occasional visual shot and voice line, is that the game took a relatively historical approach. The gender roles were reversed, mostly to cater to the protagonist, and for a game made in Japan it had a weird western theme to it, but it made some sort of sense.Since women were the dominant gender, they were the ones with the ranks, they were the ones with the education, and they were the ones who were calling the shots. It was an overpowered and privileged position to be in, but, to him, it wasn’t an unheard of position. After all, in the real world men had that position for centuries, so it would be a little hypocritical for him to complain that this fictional world had the reverse.“ You’re not like all the other women,  ” the onscreen prince said, his face slightly flushed at the crude interaction he and the protagonist are having, “  Tell me your name. ”“Obviously I’m not like other women!” he screamed at his television screen for the nth time as he aggressively typed in his little sister’s name, his phone with a walkthrough and the television screen are the only lights in the room. He’s played through this godforsaken game 6 times already, and this was his final playthrough; but this was the hardest one as he was aiming for the reverse harem ending. One misclick and then he’ll have to start over, because the devs (for some reason unknown to him) decided to put in an autosave function after every input. It was downright cruel and he’s not taking  any chances. “I’m a dude!”His phone chimes, and he instantly knows that it’s his sister bragging about her trip abroad. It was the only thing she was talking about at the moment, well that and the blackmail she has over his head. His blood boils at the thought of his sister, and it takes all of his will power to only put his phone on silent mode.There was no sense in getting worked up over his brat of a little sister. The sooner he finishes the game, the sooner she’ll ditch the blackmail, and the sooner he’ll be freed from this Hell on Earth. Not that the blackmail was real in the first place, just his little sister hiding raunchy pictures of men (doing certain things with other men) in his room - which his mother had found and proceeded to cry because her only son was ‘gay’. It was a literal nightmare, not only because his parents kicked him out for being a ‘disgrace’ but also because now he knows what his little sister is into.They hadn’t even believed him when he said that the p@rn wasn’t his, not when his darling angel of a little sister, who could do no wrong, said the exact opposite. Even though that had been years ago, and he slowly started repairing his relationship with his parents, his entire family was still on eggshells around each other. What’s worse is that his little sister wants to rock the boat by claiming that he has a boyfriend who lives with him - just when his parents were starting to believe that he wasn’t into men.Her personality sucks, and he’s excited for the day that it’s going to bite her in the ass. But, for now, he’ll just have to bide his time and obey her commands. His only saving grace is that he spent his hard earned money on an overpowered DLC airship named Luxion, which helped him speed through the otherwise impossible turn based combat. He wants to curl up in a ball and die as he subconsciously mouths the dialogue as the characters on screen recite their lines. It’s bad enough that he’s sunk a solid 40 hours into the game, but now he knows all of the dialogue too. He felt hollow, as the ending credits rolled across the screen and the game came to a close. He had just wasted the good part of his week of vacation playing a dating simulator for women, all because his little sister was blackmailing him.Could he get any more pathetic?Slowly he stands from his seated position, joints popping with the sudden movement after being stationary for so long. He knows that he should eat, as the only thing that he’s had today was some rice for breakfast and a canned coffee for energy. Disgusted with himself for having wasted his time, and a little peckish, he makes his way out of his sh@tty apartment with one goal in mind: convenience store onigiri and beer.He felt a little lightheaded when walking down the stairs, vision blurring with a rare bout of vertigo, and he rushed to grab the railing.He missed, and he fell. It was like he was a puppet without his strings, his body going limp as he tumbles down the stairs until he reaches the bottom. His vision swims as he stares at the night sky above him, he reaches for the flashing red light above him as his consciousness fades.When Leon Fou Bartfort wakes up, he’s sprawled across a dew coated field, his hand raised up towards the sky. He hears the comforting sound of the wind rustling the long grass, crickets and other bugs chirping in the distance, and feels at ease. The fear and anger from his nightmare subside as he relaxes into the grass’ soft embrace.The nightmare itself felt so vivid, almost as if he was living another life. He could remember every detail about the future of the Holfort Kingdom, down to the count of every grain of wheat, everything but the name of his supposed persona. Everything felt so pristine, so  real , but it couldn’t have been - Leon was only five years old, he couldn’t have experienced an entire lifetime of events.And yet, here he was, his dream and past recollections merging together to form a new experience: a new him. He’s not sure how long he sat there, staring up at the fluffy clouds drifting aimlessly in the sky, and just processing all of the new information that came flooding into his brain.There was a shout for him, and his ears twitched in the direction the noise was coming from, the direction of the house, and before he knew it he was up and running towards the source of the noise. His mother was calling for him, and he had to return before the sun fully set. She was probably worried about him being eaten by the wildlife that they lived around. It only took a moment before his mind came to a grinding halt.In his dream, his ears didn’t twitch at small noises. Leon hurries towards the nearest pond and stares at his reflection. His appearance matched a much younger version of his dream’s, messy black hair, black irises, and sharp features. Overall, he matched the typical look of a Japanese person.The only thing that was different was the pair of fluffy pointed ears, black on the outside and tufts of white on the inside, resting on top of his hair, they looked somewhat like a shiba inu’s ears. It didn’t make sense, Leon was the son of a  human  baron and his  human  wife, he wasn’t supposed to be a demi human. The boy shakes his head and comes to the conclusion that he was imagining it. Just to confirm though, he looked down at his waist, and there was a matching fluffy black tail with a white underside, there was a slight curl to it, but it was mostly straight.A pit of dread settles in his stomach as the reality of the situation hits him. Leon remembers how demi humans were treated in the game, and it wasn’t pretty. If his past life were to be trusted, which he’s currently unsure of, then he’s definitely stuck in that hellscape of an otome game.His mother shouts for him again, and Leon finds himself trudging across the countryside in a daze. He’s not sure how long it took him, or how exactly he did it, but one second he was out in the field daydreaming about his past life, and the second he’s in front of his angry looking father.Balcus, his father, stands there with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He wasn’t exactly the picture perfect definition of noble, if the Bartforts could even qualify for that title. The man was tan with brown hair and a body full of pure muscle. His shirt was relatively pristine, but his pants had mud across the cuffs signifying that he was working out in the fields. The Bartforts were a barony in name only, doing the work of a villager rather than the management carefree lifestyle of a nobel.“You idiot boy, why’d you run off again?!”His father grinds his knuckles on Leon’s head, and tears spring in the child’s eyes from the rough treatment. Pathetically, he whimpers out an apology.“Are you trying to get us in trouble, Leon? You know the Mistress is coming to visit today.” Luce murmurs softly, a forest green cloak in hand. His elder brother stands beside her, eyes staring at the floor. “But, never mind that. Quickly now, Leon, put on your cloak. We mustn’t let the Mistress see your curse.”That’s right, they had justified his appearance by saying it was a curse. Leon doesn’t remember there being any curses in the game, but if it saves him from a fate as a courtesan, then he’ll do whatever it takes.She holds out the aforementioned garment, and Leon scrambles to put it on. His parents eye him weirdly, but he pays them no mind as the cloth settles uncomfortably on his head, squishing the pointed ears against the top of his skull. He managed to get the cloth on just in the nick of time as the door to the front door swung open. A woman with a gaudy laugh stands in the doorway, bejeweled fan waving in front of her face.Despite the use of the phrase ‘Mistress’, the woman standing before him is his father’s legal wife, Zola. Unlike his father, Zola embodied the epitome of a noblewoman. Her outfit is undeniably expensive, definitely not like something that a rural noble family like the Bartforts would wear. That was probably the point, so that she’d look more important than she actually was.Unfortunately, her clothes were the only thing noble about her. Her personality was more sinister than even his prior life’s little sister, mostly because Zola  knows  that nobody can go against her, so she doesn’t even bother hiding the fact that she’s rotten.“Balcus,” She sneers through her too white teeth, “Why haven’t you sent any money to me? Do I not mean anything to you?”Leon doesn’t have to look up to know that his father is grimacing. Zola always brings out the worst in the Bartforts; despair from his father, pity from his mother, and reluctant acceptance from his older brother. They’re helpless to stop her from dragging their family to ruin.“I’ve sent you the same amount as always. We’d have to impose further taxes-”“Then do it. Living in the city is very expensive, and my friends commented how I have worn the same dress twice this season. They’re worried that we’ve gone poor, and we can’t have that.”Anger starts to simmer in his gut at Zola’s words. He understands on a fundamental level that Zola’s word is law, but the way that she treats his family just feels wrong. While his father may not be the most tactful and kind, he is empathetic. Balcus understands more than most noble families do about the importance of hard work and how difficult it is to keep a lifestyle afloat.“If I do that then we’ll have nobody left. Zola, I know you’re not here often but people are moving to other domains. We can’t just keep taking without giving anything in return-”Zola’s eyes narrow in anger, face in a full blown scowl, as her exterior features reflect her twisted soul. She doesn’t hesitate as she slaps Balcus across his face, the slap eliciting a gasp from Luce as she takes a step back. Leon can see Nicks trembling in anger, and his older brother grabs his arm to keep him in place.They can’t do anything, they’re powerless and Zola knows it. Any retaliation will result in further punishment.“Did I ask you for your opinion, Balcus? No. I told you what to do, and all you need to worry that silly little man brain of yours about is getting more money for your beautiful wife.”Leon can think of many words to describe Zola, and beautiful is not one of them. He’s confident that Balcus feels the same.She raises her hand again, and Balcus prepares for the worst. Instead, she pats his face as though he is a dog of some kind, “Good boy.” She steps back and raises her fan to cover her mouth, but Leon just knows she’s smiling behind it. Zola makes a general motion towards him and Nicks, almost as if she’s shooing them away. “Get those…beasts out of my sight.”Leon wanted to protest, wanted to shout and cry that she was the one who was the beast. How dare she walk into  their home  after spending the entire year in the capital wasting away their measly funds on stupid purchases and demand that they bend over backwards for her sake? Have they not done enough already?But, all he could do is feel a pit of dread settling in his stomach as Nicks drags him away to their humble quarters in the storage shed.That’s the reality of this world; whatever Zola says goes. If she wants to sell him and Nicks off to the highest bidder, she very well could. As the second and third sons of a barony in name only, they are more than dispensable.Truly, it was a mercy that they’re too young to get married off.Nicks sighs as he lights the only lamp in the room, before making his way to the rickety table in the corner. Leon trails after him, before settling across from his older brother. The coarse wood of the chair digs into his legs uncomfortably, and the wobbly seat creaks whenever he tries to readjust to get more comfortable. It doesn’t take long for him to give up his battle against the chair.They settle into a comfortable silence as the two of them read their respective books. Leon was hesitant about being able to read, as not only he was young, but also he wasn’t sure if he could read the Holfort Kingdom’s language. It was a small mercy as he was able to read the language just fine, even if the words on the page in front of him were large and the ink faded.It was lucky for him that the book was chalk full of things that Leon was already aware of. If there was one saving grace about this situation, it was that his past life had had a higher education of some form. So, while the history of the Holfort Kingdom and the concept of magic were still a relatively novel concept, he at least had a decent enough grasp on language and math. It gave him more time to contemplate his whole situation.“Big brother…?” Leon hesitantly starts, fully abandoning his guise of studying. Thankfully, Nicks doesn’t seem to mind too much as he gives a halfhearted hum as an acknowledgement of being addressed. “Do you think it will get any better?”Nicks frowns, eyebrows furrowed in thought. He was silent for long enough that Leon felt tempted to ask again. Right as he was about to repeat his question, his older brother responds.“Yes. So long as we find a nice enough girl at the academy, then yes, life will get better.”It was a simple answer, one that is more or less self explanatory. They can’t end with a witch like Zola if they choose who they marry before she gets the chance to sell them off, or gets the chance to kill them for their survivor’s pension.The unfortunate thing is that backwater baronies like the Bartforts are a dime a dozen; which means that there will be a queue for the semi-decent women - none of which will be at the academy. So, they’ll have to settle for the least evil woman out there.Nicks will be fine, he may look relatively plain now, but he strongly takes after their father. While he may not have the most unique features, Leon can already tell that he’s going to be at least relatively attractive.Not that it will help when they have to compete against the prince and his posse.Leon, on the other hand, doesn’t really take after either his father or his mother. Unlike his family, he doesn’t have nice tan skin or wavy brown hair. He’s not too sure what he’ll end up looking like. Not to mention the fact that he has the features of a demi human.“What if we don’t? What if nobody wants to marry me because of…because of the curse?”Nicks stares at him with a weathered look that no seven year old should have. He looks tired and lifeless, but despite this, he forces a smile on his face. “Then you can live with me.”“Really? Won’t I be a bother?”It was true, he would be nothing more than a financial burden on his brother. He couldn’t do that to him, but he was also scared. He’s not sure if he could survive spending his entire life with a duplicate of Zola, there would be no silver lining in that situation.“You’re my little brother, Leon.” His eyes twinkle with mischief, “Whether you live with me or not, you’ll always be a bother. Now get back to studying, we’ll have to pass the entrance exams somehow, and slacking off is not the way to do it.”Leon cracks a smile at his brother’s comment, and turns his head back to the book in front of him. A plan is already churning in his brain about how he will survive this hellscape.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Main story Leon always complained about how tough his life is, so why not make it more difficult! In canon he was born as the son to a noble, but he was born as a human son to a noble. I just felt like the demihuman route was the right way to go.Please feel free to comment your thoughts!'
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