"Damn, what rotten luck!" Grumbling under his breath, Lin Yu cursed his misfortune while dragging on a cheap cigarette, his hair styled like Iori Yagami's.

He could not fathom why he'd ended up in this world.

Most transmigrators found themselves wielding unparalleled power in realms of immortality, or reshaping the course of history within ancient dynasties, or even leveraging knowledge gaps decades in the past to amass fortunes and harems beyond measure.

So why, of all places, did he find himself stuck in an adult comic of all settings?

And not just any comic, but one populated with minotaur-like beings!

Was the original soul of this body really one to engage with every male lead with golden hair?

As a true warrior of pure love, the thought alone was enough to make Lin Yu consider drastic measures.

Recalling how the blond villain stole the female lead from the hero using despicable means in the comic, Lin Yu, as a steadfast proponent of pure love, found it utterly intolerable.

Especially the final page of the comic, where four stunning ladies in tantalizing wedding dresses, each bearing a pregnant belly, wore expressions of utter despair, disgusted Lin Yu to the core.

As a genuine paladin of pure love,

Lin Yu absolutely could not allow such events to transpire.

Despite lacking the usual 'golden finger' granted to transmigrators and finding himself in this distasteful comic, Lin Yu was determined to prevent the dark future he knew awaited.

Not just for any reason,

But, as a dedicated moderator of a pure love forum prior to his transmigration, he was resolved to ensure that these four unfortunate women could spend their lives happily ever after with their beloved, far removed from any minotaur-like nonsense.

"One minotaur at a time," he resolved, as he stomped out his cigarette butt underfoot and prepared to take action.

Just then, as he extinguished the cigarette with a twist of his shoe, Lin Yu felt an eerily familiar sensation,

as if he'd lived this moment before, down to the very same action.

Wearing the same dark blue school pants and spotless white shoes, even the way his foot twisted and the angle of his gaze seemed lifted straight from his memory.

The absurdity of the sensation wasn't lost on Lin Yu. It was his first day at school, his first cigarette of the day—he shouldn't have any memories associated with this place.

It certainly couldn't be a memory of the original soul of the body; after all, Lin Yu had only cleaned these shoes to their pristine state after transmigrating.

The bewildering familiarity faded as quickly as it arrived, like darkness dispelled by a flashlight beam.

Shaking off the confusion, Lin Yu had an inkling of his situation but couldn't be sure yet.

Wandering past the school wall, the sight of the playground reignited that profound sensation of déjà vu—with even more intensity.

The teachers and students milling about, the eight-story teaching building opposite him, the podium, the flagpole, and even the clouds and sun in the sky all felt inexplicably familiar.

As if he'd seen this scene before—not the people or objects per se, but this precise moment, witnessing them all in their rightful places.

"Eureka," Lin Yu realized, finally piecing together his earlier hunch.

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He was indeed living within the plot of the adult comic!

Recognizing his predicament, Lin Yu began frantically recalling the comic's storyline.

Although it had been a while since he'd watched it, the vividness of his recent experiences gave him confidence he could remember the plot.

Time pressed on, and as Lin Yu pieced together his thoughts, an epiphany struck him.

"Damn, I need to save someone!"

His legs moved before his thoughts fully formed, racing towards the teaching building as he remembered the peril that awaited the main female protagonist.

In the comic, she was cornered on a deserted path by three delinquents.

The purple-haired leader, coveting her beauty, made his move.

This was when the original protagonist, the blonde troublemaker, was supposed to debut. Happening upon the scene, inflamed by lust, he'd play the thug, declaring, "Let her go and leave her to me!"

After physically assaulting her, unsatisfied, the scoundrel took compromising photos as blackmail, forcing her to meet him at a specific hotel after school.

Thus began the protagonist's tragic descent under the thumb of a detestable character.

Recalling this plot, Lin Yu despised the original villain while realizing the gravity of the situation.

Without the original blond antagonist—now himself—the main female protagonist seemed destined for violation.

"Over my dead body," Lin Yu seethed, a vow to end anyone who dared infringe on pure love under his watch.

As he sprinted towards the school, a pressing concern occupied his mind: where exactly would the confrontation take place?

The original blond villain's memory was of little help; the school was vast, with many secluded paths. Where was she likely to be?

The comic conveniently omitted such trivial details—leaving Lin Yu to deduce from his own experiences.

Stabilizing his emotions, he concentrated.

According to the comic, the blond villain—now himself—had bumped into the main female while running an errand.

What was he intending to do again?

Lin Yu furrowed his brow in thought but couldn't recall his earlier plans after finishing his cigarette.

As he neared the teaching building, urgency took hold.

Without a specific location, aimlessly searching could be disastrously late.

Just then, he spotted a student approaching, halfway through a carbonated drink.

The sight of the light green bottle sparked a realization in Lin Yu—the cafeteria's soup had been too salty, leaving him craving something sweet.

The school's convenience store was the only place to buy such a beverage.

Remembering the potential location for the confrontation, Lin Yu's heart soared. But he quickly sensed something was amiss.

The path to the convenience store—how could it be deserted?

Then it clicked. It wasn't the convenience store in its current southwestern school location, but its old site to the northwest!

Since the store's relocation, that area had become a storage for miscellaneous items and coal, seldom visited by anyone.

Most likely, the original blond transgressor—now himself—had intended to buy water but mistakenly headed to the old site.

With that, all the pieces fell into place:

The purchase leading him past the place.

The scarcely traveled path.

That was it!