When I claim to recognize her based on the shape, more specifically, I mean two particular dome-like shapes. She had massive boobs that caused her hoodie to poke out.
I could also see some strands of purple hair in the small frame of her face that was visible from the hoodie.
Also, she was only 160 centimeters or 5'3" in height, so her "physique" was even more eye-catching and memorable.
Oddly enough, her height and her "mountains" didn't clash, and there was a harmony in them that made it feel pleasing to the eye rather than unnatural.
I continued to look through the peephole a little longer to see if she was going to leave. If she left after waiting just a few seconds, then clearly, her purpose here wasn't that important.
If it wasn't that important then I didn't want to entertain it. I just made a massive decision in my life and I wanted to continue being alone for a few more days (processing being in a new body is not as simple as some isekai protagonists make it seem).
Knock knock knock.
She knocked again.
Knock knock knock knock knock.
A third time.
Unlocking the door, I opened it and she slightly jolted before regathering herself.
"What are you doing here?" I asked in a deep and hoarse voice that was a characteristic of mine.
She didn't respond immediately. She looked around to her left, then to her right with attentive eyes that matched the color of her hair.
'What is she doing? Is she... is she worried a schoolmate is going to see her at the entrance of my home? I live in this expensive penthouse. Other than me, who at our college could even afford to be in this neighborhood? Wait, how did she even get past the security?'
For a brief moment, I was confused about how she was allowed to get all the way up here, but I quickly shook off the confusion. I forgot for a split second who I was.
Many girls came over to his home all the time so the security probably didn't question it when she probably told them that she came to see me.
"May I come in?" she asked quietly as if she was afraid someone was going to overhear.
What was the correct answer? I was Otsuka Yasuo but at the same time, I also wasn't.
To be honest, I wanted nothing to do with the person that I had been any longer. I didn't want to bully others. And I definitely did not want to steal their girlfriends.
About to tell her to turn around, she didn't wait for an answer and just walked right in.
"That's... okay?" I muttered to myself. 'Invite yourself inside then.'
I watched her timidly untie her hoodie string that loosened up her hood which she pulled off, revealing the rest of her face to me.
'She is as indeed as beautiful as she was in my memories.' Memories that were simultaneously mine and foreign.
But just because she was beautiful didn't mean that I was still the horny immature bastard I was before. I didn't have this sudden primal urge to take advantage of her like the other girls from my past.
I was about to tell her to leave, informing her that I wasn't going to touch a single hair on her boyfriend so she had no reason to worry when she suddenly began taking off her grey hoodie.
"What are you doing?" I asked. I was baffled and yet, there was a monotonous calmness in my voice. I was still being influenced by the mannerisms of the original Otsuka Yasuo.
"It's... it's hot," she responded as she placed her hoodie on the coffee table and then sat down on my couch.
"It's... never mind," I shook my head. I looked at my thermostat, and the temperature was decent enough outside to wear a hoodie without overheating, and it was even better indoors, where my air conditioner was running. 'At least come up with a better excuse.'
I questioned her, "May I ask why you're here, in my home?"
'Dressed like that,' I thought the rest of my question without saying it out loud.
She was wearing this oversized white t-shirt that reached down to her thighs, and she had on black leggings that tightly hugged her legs which had these two arches that were similar in size as her bosom.
"You know why I'm here," she responded, looking slightly irritated in her eyes (presumably from the "audacity" of my question), but also, there was still this hesitation and fear in her expression.
There was a brief moment of silence as she gazed into my eyes and I watched in real time as that irritation vanished.
Oh yeah. Not to toot my own horn because even I find it cringe that I'm saying this but — did I mention that Otsuka Yasuo is a handsome dude who could even rival professional models? It's one of the reasons why he's so successful in stealing girls.
"I'm here to get you to stop bullying my boyfriend," she continued.