TPIMAWW Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Prince’s Pick-up Lines Are Too Difficult to Understand

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I was mistaken.”

A low, attractive voice reached his ears suddenly. His vision was dim, and the speaker’s features were unclear when he peered over. However, Shun had the feeling that he was a firm person, who attracted people with his talent and charisma.

Not you, he had said.

Shun didn’t even get angry at the man, who claimed he was involved in something that had nothing to do with him and closed his eyes in resignation. I am terribly lazy.

Sounds tickled his eardrums for a moment before everything suddenly disappeared.

His own voice rang hollow in his ears.

Shun was feeling anxious. He was frightened by the looming shadow and desperately attempted to persuade it.

“Oh, you’re mistaken.” I’ve lived a quiet life.

This was the life of Tachibana Shun, a twenty-eight year old high school teacher, who was basically an average person you could find anywhere. He had lived a dull life that wouldn’t make you think of it as some famous beginning. He had been working hard for five years. In addition to his teaching, he worked as a club activity adviser in a modest way and was raised in a completely normal family.

And on that particular afternoon, this Tachibana Shun, who could only be considered plain and simple, was currently being kabedon-ed by a handsome prince in the corridor of a royal palace where the carpet had been extravagantly laid out, for some, unknown reason.

He seems to have been transported into a different world.

He also seemed to be in the otome game, The Prince’s Chosen Sword and Magical World.

About three days ago, Shun had woken up, pleasantly wrapped in his warm futon. And then he saw a ceiling painted like the Sistine Chapel, and the first thing he said was “Eh?”

With his head full of question marks, he nervously looked around. The room was at least five times the size of his apartment, and Shun had been sleeping on a canopy bed in the middle of it.

“Good morning, Mr. Shun.”

Just before the second “Eh?” left his mouth, the door had suddenly opened. There was a couple of older women, who bowed their heads in reverence as they entered, disregarding Shun, who jumped so much in response to this it was like he was in a gag cartoon.

From there, everything happened so fast.

He was forced to change from silk pajamas to clothes of some unknown construction, eat a stylish Western-style breakfast without getting the chance to ask any questions, and was thrown out of the room saying after being told to go and soak in some sunlight. Shun looked down at his clothes again while standing on the gorgeous, wine red carpet in a daze.

Prince.

The impression all of this gave him was just that.

Shun felt the right corner of his mouth go up as he was illuminated by the light of the chandelier that was about a meter in diameter.

The jacket and slacks he wore were like a military uniform and his boots came up to the knee. His stuffed collar was pure white, and the decorations and buttons on the shoulders and chest were gold. Shun didn’t know if it was real, but he now had a dagger with too many decorations on it hanging off of his waist as well.

His chest was thin, and he was only a little less than 170cm(5’7″) tall. His large, black eyes, small nose, and mouth were neutral, but Shun’s attire was definitely very prince-like. To reaffirm, Shun was a middle-level, public high school teacher.

The outfit was highly unfamiliar to him. But it also looked a bit familiar.

The landscape of the room, the damask-like carpet, and even the clothes he was wearing. They were all eerily familiar to him.

No way. He dismisses with a wry smile, the latest trend in light novel settings had popped into his mindat the sight of his current surroundings. However, that couldn’t possibly explain the situation Shun was in then.

At any rate, he decided to look for a restroom to check his condition. Looking forward however, he could only see the dazzling, long and wide corridor and brightly decorated doors. Then, as soon as he turned around, he ran into something.

“Excuse me, are you all right?”

The person’s voice was as smooth as honey, and Shun was struck by the sight of him. The left corner of the mouth rose slightly this time. Although the colors of his outfit were different, he had seen too many men in princely clothes with tall legs, well-trained bodies, and faces like the main characters in Hollywood romance movies to mistake him.

He was the third prince of the Butterfly Kingdom and one of the capture targets of the otome game that Shun had played in the world where he lived before up until three days ago.

Shun internally made an excuse that he didn’t particularly like otome games. He had just been so upset at work that when he put all the games in his online cart, this one had just accidentally gotten purchased with the others.

While reflecting on the fact that he doesn’t usually shop so late at night, he played it out of curiosity and was a little excited, but he really didn’t like it. He played through all the capture target’s story lines except for one and even searched for a sequel, but he definitely didn’t like it.

In any case, the man in front of him looks strikingly similar to the third prince that he captured during his first playthrough. As Shun stared at the man in disbelief, his hand was placed next to Shun’s face, and his gorgeous face came closer to Shun’s. 

That was the beginning of everything.

“I’m not mistaken,” he said. His silky hair shone like the wet plumage of a crow, and his eyes were as dark as obsidian, “I would never mistake an angel like you.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes…”

It was obvious that Shun’s claims over the past three days hadn’t been heard a single time.

Or who was that?

All Shun could remember was a few salaried workers who were wearing gray, shabby suits and dark blue ties.

He had been reborn into an otome game. He had heard too much about this sort of thing somewhere. However, in the past three days, Shun had to admit that he had been wooed by this capture target so much that he couldn’t help but acknowledge these facts.

He didn’t remember being born and raised in this world. However, all the ladies around him treated him like he was a prince, and he could read and understand the language. 

In summary, he was reborn in a different world, and his memories had been missing until this particular moment. He couldn’t remember exactly what happened, but he knew that he had had an accident on Theory Street.

“It hurt, didn’t it? When you fell from heaven… God must be missing such a cute, pure angel, hm?”

Today was another day, and the handsome man continued to whisper passionately to him like he was trying to order from the hidden menu at Starbucks.

Shun pressed his back flush against the wall and didn’t dare meet the prince’s eyes. He knew that he was looking for someone to heal his emotional wounds, but Shun was too confused for anything like that. Putting aside the fact that he was in an otome game, Shun, who was a healthy, twenty-eight year old man, discovered that this prince was making his heart race.

It would be a lie to say that he had no regrets about his previous life, but in these three days, he had come to accept his new reality. In addition, there was no scene where the “the princely education he should have received” was tested, perhaps because of the previous owner’s seclusion after failing to make his social debut.

Above all, it was most fortunate that the prince didn’t wear pumpkin pants with white tights.

But… He wanted to say one thing. Why do princes, who should be wooing the heroine, keep approaching Shun???

“Your eyes drive me crazy. Take responsibility for it,” the sweet face of the eighth prince, who had a different lineage from the third prince, was approaching him quickly.

Suddenly, there was a hand on his cheek, and Shun’s eyes widened in surprise. A part of wished he could return the favor to these princes that were driving him crazy, but the only thing that left his mouth was, “Where is the bathroom?”

Shun quickly closed the mouth that had spoken without his permission, internally begging for its discretion. The other party was a high-ranking prince. He’s going to be beaten to death.

“Maybe it’s over there!? It’s hard having such a big room, right? Thank you! Bye!”

He hurriedly tried to pass under the arm extended over his shoulder for the kabedon but was pulled back with unobtrusive splendor. The prince brushed aside the hair at Shun’s temple with a certain grace that Shun could never imitate and pressed a kiss there.

Shun could feel his hair standing up all over his body.

“That’s why you’re mistaken!” As soon as he shouted this, he slipped down the wall, and while his assailant was distracted, he slipped between the prince’s long legs and ran as fast as he could down the corridor.

It wasn’t his proudest moment, but Shun didn’t have the strength to be there a moment longer. With all his might, he ran up and down whatever stairs he encountered. After turning several corners, he ducked behind a wall, pressing his back against it before daring a glance back behind him.

There was no prince chasing after him.

Shun breathed out an indescribably pronounced breath and slumped to the ground. For the last three days, even if he stumbled a little, a pair of strong arms were certain to come to his aid. There was even an incident where Shun’s hair, which isn’t even long, got caught in someone’s button, and the troubled prince had to gently unravel it. When he had injured his finger and bled, someone, who came to see him, tried to kiss the wound. There was no end to it all.

Moreover, he was constantly being kabedon-ed like just moments ago.　

“What on earth is the heroine doing…?”

The flower beds of the vast garden surrounding the Royal Palace had lost their color, and the trees had colored inversely seem to be signaling to the beginning of autumn. It was in autumn that a Japanese office worker, exhausted from overtime, was sent to a different world, and a dangerous, risky, bitter-sweet, and labyrinthine game with the prince – captured by your burning eyes – began.

By the way, the “dangerous and risky” was a claim on the game’s packaging, not a sentence created by Shun. He promised.

Are you neglecting your duties?

No… Was it possible that the heroine’s arrival had been delayed for some reason?

Shun suddenly raised his head. Maybe it was because there was no heroine, the capture targets were all simply demonstrating their sparkling charms on anyone that passed by.

“Well…”

Shun was feeling dizzy again from the hypothesis, and he held his knees.

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Word Count: 1,894

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