Transmigration: I'm In An Eroge Game As The Simp?

“If I have to live in a cuck game, I’m at least stealing the villain’s girl.” ... Nick was just your average down-bad guy in his early twenties — too self-conscious to ask girls out, convinced he was too ugly to be loved, and slowly becoming one with his pillow waifu. His only escape? Dating sims. Not the classy ones. He played the ones where the girls were over-designed, the plots were shameless, and the dialogue was written by lonely dudes who definitely peaked in high school. So when a new game dropped with goddess-tier art and some triple-D dream girls, he dropped cash he didn’t have. Big mistake. What he got wasn’t romance — it was humiliation porn. The protagonist was a noble simp who gets his love interests stolen, humiliated in front of crowds, and emotionally cooked alive for three whole acts. Nick didn’t just hate it — he felt it. The cringe. The pain. The secondhand emasculation. In true gamer rage, he snapped the disc in half, yelled at the void, and declared he could do better than that sorry excuse of a lead. ...Then he fell asleep. And woke up in the game. Not as a background character. Not as the villain or the overpowered final boss. As Reinhardt LeFay — the exact same bootlicking, tear-soaked simp of a protagonist he just trashed. Now stuck in a world that wants to break his soul for the sake of someone else’s plot, Nick’s not playing along. No more scripted heartbreak. No more simping. No more tragic violin music while another anime dude kisses his girl. The simp becomes the villain of his story? It sounded about right.