Chapter 1 Hello, I'm the worst cheater
The story rewinds a bit.
Having just reincarnated, I decided to gather some information. That said, all I was really doing was wandering around the neighborhood to explore.
That’s when I spotted a crying girl. Her striking pink hair had me trembling with a kind of awe, thinking, “Man, this manga world is insane.” But then she noticed me and called out.
“Gouda-kun? W-Why are you here?”
That crying girl turned out to be none other than Shiratori Himari, the main heroine of the original story.
I thought it’d be best to avoid getting involved. But this area was crawling with shady guys. Even now, I could see some of them lurking around, leering at Shiratori’s curvaceous figure with creepy grins.
If I left now, those creeps would probably approach her. Even without me, the villain, she was already in a pinch.
“This place isn’t safe for a girl alone. I’ll walk you home, so hurry up and get out of here.”
So I suggested that to get her safely away from here.
I intended to keep my involvement minimal. At least, I had no ulterior motives in mind.
“…Gouda-kun, I want you to come with me.”
“Huh?”
Shiratori grabbed my hand with a sudden grip. Her face looked like she’d made up her mind, and I wasn’t in a position to resist.
She dragged me along with surprising strength, and before I knew it, we’d ended up at a love hotel.
“No, this makes no sense!”
I knew this wasn’t the kind of line you’d say after following her in a daze, only for her to come out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a bath towel.
But I’d only just reincarnated and hadn’t even sorted out my thoughts properly. Meeting the main heroine was already overwhelming enough—there’s no way I could keep up with this sudden turn of events. I think I deserve some leeway to explain myself.
“Ugh… Do you think I’m unattractive too, Gouda-kun?”
“What?”
When I looked at her, Shiratori had her shoulders slumped, looking dejected. Even the line from her bare shoulders to her arms oozed eroticism.
“You’re dressed like that and saying that?”
“Even dressed like this, I’m still not attractive…”
For some reason, Shiratori was sinking into despair. She was so down that I could almost hear a “doooom” sound effect.
Is she seriously saying she’s not attractive? With that deep cleavage on display? Wrapped in just a towel that accentuates her tiny waist? Showing off those soft, touchable thighs?
What does this girl think men are?
“Are you an idiot?”
“I-Idiot?”
Shiratori looked bewildered. No, seriously, seducing the school’s most dangerous guy while dressed like that? She’s beyond clueless.
“If a beauty like you dressed like that and tempted most guys, they’d pounce on you. They’d ravage every inch of your body, drown you in pleasure, and in the end, you wouldn’t be able to show your face at school again.”
“R-Ravage…? P-Pleasure…?”
Her throat gulped, maybe out of fear at the unfamiliar words.
By the way, what I just described was Shiratori Himari’s fate in the original story. If I recall, she fell to Gouda’s “rod,” dropped out of high school, and became his convenient sex slave. It didn’t faze me in the manga, but actually ruining someone’s life like that in reality? My mind would break.
“B-But… Gouda-kun wouldn’t attack me! Stop making things up!”
What’s this? Does she want to be attacked?
This isn’t how it went in the original story. I’m pretty sure he forced himself on her (self-censored beep), blackmailed her into continuing the relationship, and eventually broke her with pleasure through some convenient manga logic.
But now? She’s not resisting—she’s actively seducing me. She’s coming on strong, nothing like the “stolen heroine” I expected.
“No, wait. Shiratori, don’t you have a boyfriend? You get that you can’t… you know, do that with someone else, right?”
Why am I the one getting flustered? Damn it, reality and fiction really are different.
“My… boyfriend…”
It was like she finally snapped back to reality. Shiratori’s movements froze.
But then, the next moment, huge tears welled up in her eyes.
“Ugh… Uwaaaah…”
She was crying for real. Not fake tears—this beautiful girl in front of me was genuinely sobbing.
…Whether you’re a kid or an adult, seeing a girl cry right in front of you always leaves you at a loss.
I scratched my head roughly. I wanted to sigh, but I swallowed it down.
I had no intention of getting involved with the main heroine. I wasn’t planning to change that, but I couldn’t just leave a crying girl like this either.
“Why are you crying? …I’ll listen if you want to talk.”
It was reluctant as hell, but I decided to take a small step toward the main heroine.
“Sniff… Okay, I want you to listen.”
Shiratori nodded with a nasal voice. She must’ve been weak enough to confide in a villain like me.
We sat on the bed together. Given the location and her outfit, it wouldn’t be strange for some adult time to start, but what she was about to confess were her tears and the reason she’d tempted me.
“I’m… dating Nosaka Junpei-kun.”
I know. It’s info from the original story.
Nosaka Junpei. My classmate and Shiratori Himari’s childhood friend.
In the original story, when they started high school, Nosaka confessed the feelings he’d harbored for years to Shiratori.
At first, Shiratori was shaken by the confession from a childhood friend she’d seen as a little brother and put off her answer. But later, not wanting to see her precious friend sad, she accepted, and they officially started dating.
As their bond deepened smoothly, Gouda Akio swooped in to tear them apart by forcibly… well, you know, the “stealing” plot kicked in.
Nosaka Junpei was the protagonist of the original story, and every girl he liked got stolen by Gouda. It was a brain-breaking series of events, but since I read it from the “stealer’s” perspective, I got a lot of mileage out of it.
“The other day, Junpei-kun and I tried to have sex for the first time.”
I nearly burst out laughing but managed to hold it in. Do girls really just talk about their sex lives with other guys like that?
No, wait, I’m the one who said I’d listen. I can’t interrupt her right off the bat. I silently urged her to continue.
“And then… when Junpei-kun saw me naked, he said, ‘Oh, I’m not good with girls who have big boobs.’”
“Huh?”
What the hell is Junpei-kun saying right before he’s about to sleep with his girlfriend?
“That was the end of it that day. Since then, things have been awkward… It’s because my body wasn’t attractive enough that I made Junpei-kun feel bad…”
Shiratori shed tears of sorrow. I was baffled by this info I’d never read in the original story.
Let’s sort this out.
Nosaka was the one who confessed. If the original story’s to be believed, their relationship was solid.
Since they’re dating, it’s natural they’d eventually get to sex. But when she got naked, he hit her with, “I’m not good with big boobs.”
After that, their relationship got rocky, leading to Shiratori dragging me to a love hotel. …Hmm, from the way she’s talking, she probably wanted to confirm her appeal with me, but that’s a hell of a leap.
Let’s set aside Shiratori’s actions for now. Something about Nosaka’s behavior clicked for me.
“So, uh, during that first time… When you got naked, did Nosaka take his clothes off?”
My face heated up. Normally, I don’t have the guts to ask something like that so casually.
“Huh? Um… I think he still had his underwear on.”
Yeah, that answer gave me a rough idea.
Most likely, during their first time, Nosaka got intimidated by Shiratori’s gorgeous, voluptuous body. He was too nervous, and his “little guy” wouldn’t rise to the occasion. A decent number of guys have that problem, especially for their first time.
Maybe to cover up his embarrassment, he said something he didn’t mean. “I’m not good with big boobs”? After confessing to her himself, that’s way too late.
I get it, though. It must’ve been a shock to have his manhood fail in front of a cute girl. Trying to save face and bluff his way out is just a guy thing.
“Don’t worry about it. Even if things are awkward now, time will fix it. There’s no way Nosaka actually hates big boobs.”
I’d figured that much out, but I hesitated to tell Shiratori straight up.
I mean, saying that would touch on Nosaka’s pride as a man. It’s just my guess, and if I said something weird and made their relationship worse, I couldn’t take responsibility for that.
Better to brush it off casually. I listened to her, so my job’s done, right?
“No way! That’s a lie. Time won’t fix this!”
Shiratori kept spouting negativity. Her face was still clouded with sadness.
Getting rejected by her boyfriend must’ve hit her hard. Being told something she can’t change—like her chest size—might’ve left her lost.
“You think I’m unattractive too, don’t you, Gouda-kun?”
“I don’t think that.”
“Liar! …Then look at me properly!”
Shiratori stood up abruptly. Then, right in front of me, she emphasized her alluring body.
Her provocative figure, clad in just a bath towel, was laid bare before my eyes. She was so close that her scent tickled my nose relentlessly.
She put her hand on the towel barely covering her body.
“Whoa!?”
I let out a weird yelp.
Because, all of a sudden, the towel protecting Shiratori’s body fluttered to the floor. Naturally, that left her completely naked… I shut my eyes just before I could see her precious skin.
“Look at me properly… Am I really that unattractive?”
Her voice was way too close. When I opened my eyes in response, Shiratori’s face was right there.
A beautiful girl, tears streaming down her face, baring her naked body. It was breathtakingly gorgeous—beyond that, insanely erotic—and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Hey, wait a damn minute! This isn’t your character!
She’d been tempting me like crazy, but at school, Shiratori Himari was an honor student.
Serious and loyal. In the original story, that personality shone through—she resisted the pleasure Gouda Akio forced on her until the very end. Well, it was a token resistance, and she was feeling it from the start.
That’s exactly why her eventual fall—heart and all—was so damn hot. Man, I got a lot of use out of that back then!
“Hey, Gouda-kun. Tell me… What should I do…?”
A pink-haired beauty, stark naked and crying. It might look like an artistic moment, but for me, it was a grueling ordeal grinding down my sanity.
Her seriousness must’ve veered off in a weird direction. They say honor students can do the wildest things when they stray from the path. Once she snaps out of it, she’ll probably bury her face in a pillow and scream, “Aaaaaahhh!!”
It’d be easy to sleep with Shiratori in this mental state.
But if I did, I’d be done for. I reincarnated as Gouda Akio to live a clean life, but if I took her now, even if the situation’s different, it’d still be the “stealing” plot.
“You’re not unattractive. You’re insanely appealing, Shiratori. So stop crying, okay?”
“Liar! You won’t even sleep with me, Gouda-kun. I’m just a failure as a woman… Waaah!”
What do I do? This girl’s a pain in the ass.
She won’t accept my compliments. I didn’t know how to talk to her when she’d gotten this stubborn.
No, words probably won’t work. Words alone can’t prove anything.
“You’re insanely appealing, Shiratori…”
I steeled myself and threw away my shame.
“Look here! This… this is proof you’re attractive!”
I pointed at my crotch. Even through my pants, it was bulging into a noticeable mound.
A bulging crotch. Any teenager, guy or girl, would get what that means. And for a teenage boy, having someone see it swollen like that is unbearably embarrassing!
“Huh…?”
Even the honor student Shiratori caught on. Serious or not, she’s still a teenage girl.
“Gouda-kun… Are you, um, excited?”
“Y-Yeah.”
I nodded big. Having a girl stare at my swollen crotch like that stirred up a ton of shame.
“No guy wouldn’t react to a c-cute girl like you d-dressed like that… That bath towel couldn’t even hide your sexy body… and n-naked? You can’t complain if someone attacked you like this! S-So don’t say you’re not attractive. Seeing you like this and getting excited makes me feel pathetic!”
I blurted it all out, ignoring how hot my face was getting.
I feel like I said something awful. I was so embarrassed I lost track of what I was saying halfway through.
My head was boiling with shame, but I cautiously looked at her. I made sure to focus on her face, not her body.
“Hehe. You’re kinder than I thought, Gouda-kun.”
Shiratori wiped her tears and gave me a gentle smile, chuckling softly.
“N-No, I’m not kind…”
If anything, showing off my bulge was straight-up harassment. I couldn’t argue if she sued me—I’m fully aware of that. Inside, I was panicking over how she’d take it.
“No, you are kind. You were embarrassed, but you still cheered me up properly… I’m glad I talked to you, Gouda-kun.”
“Seriously? Then stop saying you’re not attractive. Spare me this kind of thing.”
“Got it. At school, you act like you don’t care, but you think I’m cute, huh?”
I choked on my words.
It’s true I think she’s cute, but that’s not something you say to someone else’s girlfriend. Even if it was to cheer her up, I might’ve been too careless.
“G-Get dressed already. You can’t keep hanging out with a guy who’s not your boyfriend here, right?”
“…”
“Shiratori?”
For some reason, she went silent. Her gaze was fixed on my still-bulging crotch.
“Um, this… You need to take care of it, right?”
“Huh? T-Take care of it?”
My brain couldn’t process the words she said while staring at my crotch.
“B-Because! I heard guys feel bad if they don’t take care of it when they’re like this… And I brought you here with that in mind anyway… I want to thank you for listening to me, Gouda-kun…”
Shiratori’s just too serious. Inflexible, or something like that…
As an ero-manga heroine, she’s a stunning beauty. Her body’s so tempting I’d want to devour it right now.
If there were no strings attached, I wouldn’t mind letting my “manhood” loose. But she has a boyfriend. Even setting aside her ero-manga heroine status, I can’t touch a girl like that.
“…I’m fine. The sentiment’s enough.”
I rejected her offer with firm resolve. Forgive me for sounding so pathetic—this might be my only chance to have a beauty like her take care of me.
“R-Really…? It’s not a big deal, you know.”
For some reason, Shiratori looked disappointed. Or maybe I imagined it.
Because in the next blink, she gave me a soft smile.
“…Thank you, Gouda-kun.”
Her smiling face was a million times cuter than her crying one.
Her face drew closer. I felt a soft touch and a lip-smacking sound on my right cheek in slow motion.
“Huh?”
For a second, I didn’t know what happened.
“Keep it a secret from Junpei-kun, okay?”
Seeing her grin like a mischievous kid, I reaffirmed that this girl really is an ero-manga heroine.
◇ ◇ ◇
After comforting the crying Shiratori and somehow safely (sort of?) getting her home, the next day came.
“Alright, let’s do this.”
My first day of school as Gouda Akio after reincarnating. I checked my uniform in the mirror for any messiness, then slapped my cheeks with both hands to psych myself up.
“…”
Touching my right cheek brought back yesterday’s sensation.
That triggered a chain reaction of memories… Shiratori’s breathing, her scent, her ridiculously curvy body—all flooded my mind.
“No, no, no. Begone, worldly desires!”
I slapped my cheeks harder—smack smack—and checked my reddened face in the mirror to calm myself down.
After making sure I didn’t forget anything, I left the house. Following Gouda Akio’s memories, I walked the route to school.
“Good morning, Gouda-kun.”
“M-Morning, Shiratori…”
Just before reaching school, Shiratori greeted me. I couldn’t ignore her, so I returned a light nod and greeting.
“Hey, why’re you greeting someone like me? You’ll stand out in a bad way.”
Gouda Akio’s a notorious delinquent at school.
Even in the original story, delinquent-like students barely showed up. Unless they’re the same type, no one with common sense would talk to a tough guy like me.
“You helped me out yesterday. And isn’t it normal to greet a classmate?”
“Well, if it’s just a greeting…”
Even with my gruff attitude, Shiratori just smiled. She didn’t seem scared of me at all.
Come to think of it, in the original story, she was the type to speak her mind to anyone. That’s why Gouda Akio labeled her an “interesting woman” and attacked her.
As I headed toward the school building, the guys ahead parted to make way. I knew from memory how Gouda Akio was treated at school, but seeing people actually fear me in person kinda bums me out.
“So, Shiratori, how long are you planning to stick by my side?”
“Huh? We’re classmates, so we’re going to the same place. To the classroom, together.”
“Seriously?”
“I don’t have any detours planned.”
No, that’s not what I meant. I wanted to say something, but looking at her smiling face, it felt pointless.
Her arm was at that perfect distance—close enough to almost touch but not quite. Just having Shiratori walk beside me made me feel ticklish.
We got to the classroom with time to spare. The moment I stepped in, the air rippled with tension.
Gouda Akio used to show up late all the time, so a beast like me appearing this early in the morning must’ve thrown the innocent citizens into a light panic. That’s the vibe, anyway.
“H-Himari-chan, run—!”
I heard that from a group of girls. It was quiet, but they couldn’t help worrying about Shiratori next to me.
“Eek!?”
I accidentally glanced at the girls in response to the voice. Just that made them flinch. Sorry for looking.
“See, Shiratori? Go to your friends already. They’re worried about you.”
“Okay. See you later, Gouda-kun.”
No, no, “see you later” puts me in a bind.
Shiratori’s attitude threw me off. I sighed and scratched my head. That alone made the classroom flinch like a “BZZT!” sound effect went off. Uh, I didn’t do anything, guys?
“…”
Looks like I need to watch every move I make, or I’ll scare my classmates. Feeling a bit down, I trudged to my seat.
“Akio~? What’s up? You’re early today.”
As I sat down, a blonde gyaru next to me struck up a conversation.
Her name’s Himuro Haya. The only girl in class who talks to Gouda Akio normally.
Himuro’s blonde hair is dyed, tied into a side ponytail. Her makeup’s flawless, and her loosened uniform shows off her cleavage.
She’s one of the few delinquent characters in the original story. Actually, it’s just her and Gouda Akio—everyone else is a mob.
For some reason, Himuro was submissive to Akio. How submissive? Enough to obediently lure Himari to an isolated spot when he ordered her to, just so he could assault her.
Since she was submissive from the start in the original story, I initially thought she was Akio’s fuck buddy. But they didn’t sleep together until after he’d broken Himari. She was a virgin until then, which shocked me when I read it.
I hadn’t messed with girls from the same school because, as I’d reasoned, “It’s a hassle dealing with the aftermath.” But after getting a taste of stealing Shiratori, I started going after other girls at school too. Himuro ended up being one of those victims.
Man, looking back, Gouda Akio really was the worst. I could enjoy it because it was fiction, but in reality, he’s the kind of guy you’d never want to cross paths with.
“Students are supposed to show up to school on time, right?”
“Haha! So serious!”
Himuro cackled like it was hilarious. Well, considering the guy saying it was a chronic latecomer, I can’t exactly complain if she took it as a joke.
“You’re even wearing your uniform all proper. That’s almost suspicious. What if you’re just coming back from a night out?”
Himuro grinned with a sleazy smirk. She could pass as a heroine based on looks alone, but that nasty smile ruined it.
“Don’t be stupid. I’m gonna live right from now on. I’m taking back my youth.”
“Youth?”
Himuro’s eyes widened. Then she burst out laughing, mouth gaping.
“Ahahaha! What’s that? What’s gotten into you all of a sudden? Did you hit your head or something, Akio?”
She laughed so hard she clutched her stomach. Well, in a way, I did hit my head, so I guess it’s fair.
I’m Gouda Akio, but I’m not Gouda Akio. For the sake of my youth, I’m borrowing this body.
“…Wait, are you serious?”
Himuro’s laughter stopped dead.
“Yeah, dead serious.”
Seeing my earnest expression, Himuro swallowed hard. Then her face shifted to one of fear.
Saying something so out of character for Gouda Akio might’ve freaked her out. Maybe I’m too different, and it’s scaring her.
But if I’m gonna live my way, I need to shake off the old Gouda Akio image. I’d love to say, “Who cares what others think!”—but reality doesn’t work like that.
“…”
Feeling eyes on me, I glanced around. Everyone averted their gazes—except Shiratori, who was smiling at me.
“I’m gonna reclaim my youth, but don’t worry, I won’t lay a hand on you.”
My quiet mutter faded into the still-unsettled classroom air.
◇ ◇ ◇
High school years are precious.
Back then, I didn’t think so. I figured college students or adults had way more freedom.
Sure, there are things only adults can do. But there’s a kind of youth you can only experience in high school. It’s exactly because it’s gone that I can’t help but feel that way.
“Having lived as an old man in my past life, I can’t help wanting the young ones to live a youth without regrets.”
What a self-righteous thought. Maybe cheering up Shiratori Himari, even just a little, gave me a bit of confidence. I should be focusing on myself instead of others, though.
Even if I “cheered her up,” she’s still an ero-manga heroine. It might’ve just been an unmentioned event in the story.
No, it doesn’t matter if this is an ero-manga world or not. If I don’t become the villain, my knowledge of the original story becomes meaningless. And that’s fine.
I’ll quietly root for Shiratori and Nosaka’s relationship. Meanwhile, I’ll enjoy a proper student life.
That’s right. I’m after the romantic comedy youth I never had in my past life. That’s my goal as Gouda Akio.
“…”
But the road ahead is rough.
During the break between classes, everyone grouped up with their friends—except around me, where there was a glaring empty space.
My classmates are scared of me. Even a glance makes them look away.
I only saw Gouda Akio as the “evil rod” character, but does he not even have a single friend? Feeling this loneliness firsthand almost makes me pity him a little.
I glanced at the seat next to me. Himuro, my delinquent buddy, wasn’t there.
Did she distance herself because Gouda Akio suddenly got serious? All I did was show up to school on time.
“Gouda-kun.”
Looking up, I saw a pink-haired beauty. Her uniform couldn’t hide her bountiful chest—it’s downright erotic. As expected of an ero-manga uniform design.
“What’s up, Shiratori? Need something from me?”
I’d been zoning out and didn’t notice her approach. I tried to respond normally, but I guess I couldn’t hide my irritation. She called me out on it.
“Don’t make that annoyed face. I just wondered if there was anything from class you didn’t get.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re always sleeping in class, so I thought you weren’t studying properly.”
“What? Were you planning to tutor me step-by-step if I didn’t get it?”
“That was the plan. But since you were serious in class today, I thought I could help a little… Guess it was unwanted meddling.”
Shiratori gave a slightly lonely smile.
Did she really want to teach me that badly? Maybe she feels indebted from yesterday. Being so serious, she probably can’t stand owing me.
But I don’t think it’s a debt. I mean, after what happened… I shook my head to stop myself from recalling that sweet sensation.
Also, don’t just casually talk to me in the classroom! Look, your friends are worried. And your boyfriend’s glare is terrifying.
I know Shiratori doesn’t care about that stuff, but avoiding bad rumors is better. I warned her quietly.
“Don’t talk to me too much in class. Hanging out with me will ruin your rep with the others.”
“I don’t care. I’m more surprised you’ve got such a delicate heart to worry about that, Gouda-kun.”
“Wrap it in some sugarcoating, will you? What if you hurt this delicate heart?”
“Don’t worry. If that happens, I’ll comfort you.”
Shiratori grinned mischievously.
That face brought back yesterday’s sensation… I looked away.
“No, I mean—teach me studying later. Not in the Ascending here’s tough. It’ll stand out in class, so somewhere else, okay?”
That should settle her debt. Then she’ll go back to being loyal to her boyfriend.
“Got it… Somewhere we can be alone, right?”
“Yeah. Being seen by too many people would be a hassle.”
If the classroom’s out, maybe the library? Depends on how many people are there, but it’s a decent spot for studying at school.
“Okay. I’ll let you know when I figure it out. So, Gouda-kun, give me your contact info♪”
“Uh…”
“What’s with that reluctant face? Don’t you want the contact info of the girl you think is cute?”
“Not really…”
The moment I let my honest thoughts slip, a vein twitched on Shiratori’s temple.
“Gouda-kun, I could tell everyone about yesterday…”
“Threats out of nowhere!?”
She’s the one who’d be in trouble if yesterday got out.
But there’s no guarantee the truth would spread accurately. Worst case, rumors might say I dragged her to a love hotel. Given how the class sees me, that’s more likely.
I want to live right from now on—more negative image is the last thing I need.
“…Fine. I’ll give you my contact info.”
I slumped my shoulders in defeat. Kids these days are scary.
As we exchanged IDs on our phones, Himuro returned to her seat.
“!?”
She froze, startled by us. Well, a delinquent and an honor student is a rare combo.
“Thanks, Gouda-kun♪ I’ll text you later!”
“Yeah. I’ll wait without expecting much.”
After that, the bell rang for the next class. Himuro kept staring at me even after it started, but I focused on the teacher.
I brushed off her gaze and tackled the lesson. I’d been worried about the school’s academic level, but it seems I can keep up, which is a relief.
Lunch break rolled around—a student’s oasis.
But I’m Gouda Akio, so solo lunch is guaranteed. I could ask Shiratori, but her boyfriend and classmates wouldn’t let that slide. I don’t think I should get too chummy with the main heroine anyway.
“Maybe I should dye my hair black?”
To change Gouda Akio’s image, I need to start with my appearance.
I toyed with my spiky hair while thinking about my future. It’s prickly.
“Thinking can wait. Lunch break’s too precious to waste.”
I left the classroom and headed to the bathroom.
Not to eat alone there—absolutely not. Just to relieve the urge I’d been holding.
“Akio, got a sec?”
As I exited the bathroom, Himuro was leaning against the wall, waiting.
She’d bolted from the classroom as soon as lunch started, so I didn’t expect her here. I didn’t show it, but I was pretty surprised.
“What’s with the formality? Need something?”
“Yeah. It’s not something for the classroom. Follow me.”
I trailed the blonde side-ponytail girl to an empty classroom—the hangout spot Gouda Akio claimed. With its broken lock, it’s perfect for skipping class.
In the original story, it’s where Shiratori Himari got violated. And other heroines too… Himuro Haya was one of those victims.
I’ve got no intention of doing that now. I’m taking classes seriously, so I wasn’t planning to use this place.
“Hey, Akio… Did you sleep with Shiratori?”
Himuro turned, staring straight at me with that question.
“That’s sudden.”
“You were together this morning. Shiratori’s acting all chummy with you… You even swapped contact info earlier. Can’t blame me for thinking that, right?”
“That’s just how she is. She’s never ignored me. And her contact info? Pretty sure the whole class except me already had it. Didn’t she ask you for it back when we switched classes?”
“W-Well, yeah, but…”
Even before my personality took over, Shiratori always called out Gouda Akio whenever he did something bad.
He didn’t do that much bad stuff at school, but it was still risky. While everyone, including teachers, ignored him, she never looked the other way.
That’s why, in the original story, she caught Gouda Akio’s eye as an “interesting woman” and got attacked. I respect her sense of justice, but you shouldn’t recklessly approach dangerous people.
“I’m not accusing you or anything… I know I don’t have the right to… It’s just, seeing you talk to another girl at school feels… off, you know?”
“Huh?”
“No, I’m not blaming you! D-Don’t look at me like that…”
Himuro flailed her hands. I wasn’t glaring, though?
Come to think of it, what kind of girl is Himuro Haya?
In the original story, she’s Gouda Akio’s delinquent buddy. A convenient tool—most heroine-assault events start with her chatting up the target.
She loses her virginity to Akio too. It felt incidental, just another way she was used. Back when I read it, I saw her as a handy character to smooth out the ero scenes, or a sexy side character with hot casual clothes. But thinking of it as reality feels weird.
Even as delinquent pals, there’s no way she’d help with crimes without some disgust, right?
Yet she didn’t just assist—she even seemed happy to be a victim. That reaction made her a “convenient girl.” I thought, “Delinquents are nuts,” but maybe that’s not true.
Because right now, Himuro’s face clearly shows worry. Treating her as a cheerful, do-anything sidekick ignores her feelings.
“I told you this morning—I’m gonna live right. No more hooking up with random girls and screwing them.”
“So Shiratori influenced you?”
“No, that’s not it.”
I scratched my head hard. With Gouda Akio’s past, saying I’ll go straight isn’t easy to believe.
“I want to live out my youth. As a normal high schooler. That’s my own idea—Shiratori’s got nothing to do with it. If she wants to be friendly, maybe she noticed my lifestyle’s changed.”
The love hotel thing with Shiratori never happened. No such fact exists. So what I just said is the whole truth.
“Youth…”
Himuro didn’t laugh. My words, so different from before, must’ve overwhelmed her.
“U-Um!”
“Yeah?”
“If you go straight… is it okay if I’m still by your side?”
Himuro looked anxious, like a lost little kid, fragile and uncertain.
It makes sense she’d feel uneasy if her delinquent buddy suddenly went straight. If there were other similar friends in class, she might not be this shaken, but if I drop out, she could end up alone.
“Of course. You’re my friend, Himuro.”
“Friend…”
Shiratori Himari’s an ero-manga heroine. Even if I don’t mean to, a misunderstanding could tag me as a “stealer,” so I’d rather not get too close.
But Himuro Haya’s been Gouda Akio’s friend from the start. Akio aside, she hadn’t caused any real trouble before the story began.
So hanging out with her should be fine. Given how the class treats me, without her, I’d have no one to talk to.
“Got it. I’m the understanding type. If you wanna go straight, I’ll respect that.”
“Thanks, man.”
Himuro’s anxious look flipped to a bright smile. It felt like a little sister saying, “Can’t be helped,” and before I knew it, I was patting her head.
“Huh? K-Akio?”
“Oh, sorry. You seemed cute, like a little sister.”
“C-Cute!?”
Himuro’s face went beet red. Yeah, treating her like a sister would piss her off.
I pulled my hand back just as my stomach growled.
“Man, I’m hungry. Let’s grab some food.”
“Oh, I totally forgot!”
Forgetting lunch during lunch break? Really?
That thought lasted a second. The bell signaling the end of lunch froze us in place.
“…”
“…”
“Hey, Himuro. We missed lunch, didn’t we?”
“S-Sorryyyyy!”
So we ended up facing afternoon classes on empty stomachs.
◆ ◆ ◆
There’s this boy in my class named Gouda Akio-kun.
His hair’s dyed bright red, he’s tall and muscular—intimidating enough already, but his face is so fierce for a high schooler that everyone’s scared of him.
It’s not just his looks. Worse rumors have cemented his image.
They say he single-handedly took down a gang from another school. That he prowls the nightlife, sleeping with women left and right. That he’s tied to some shady organization and steeped in crime. True or not, these wild rumors shaped the image of Gouda Akio.
“If those rumors were true, I’d probably…”
This pure body would’ve been defiled by now. Pinned by those strong arms, I doubt I could’ve resisted.
I can’t help recalling it at night. Lying in bed makes that scene flood back even more.
Gouda-kun didn’t flinch at my naked body. But he was definitely excited, and I felt a womanly joy that surprised even me.
“Even with his ‘thing’ like that… Gouda-kun kept his cool.”
He’s not the beast everyone rumors him to be. His excitement nearly tore through those thick pants, yet he still had the kindness to just cheer me up.
“The opposite of Junpei-kun.”
Nosaka Junpei-kun. My childhood friend.
We’ve played together since we were little. From kindergarten to now, he’s been the boy I’ve spent the most time with.
A brother not bound by blood. That’s how I’d often describe him if asked.
So when he confessed to me right after we started high school, I was floored.
But I also got it.
I’d vaguely thought I’d date someone eventually. If it was Junpei-kun, I figured, “Sure, why not?” I knew my childhood friend, who I’d spent so much time with like a brother, wasn’t a bad guy.
“I thought he was the kindest boy… I never expected him to say that.”
Some people around me had already had their first time. Since I had a boyfriend, I was optimistic about it.
But when it came time for our first experience, Junpei-kun said, “I’m not good with girls with big boobs,” and my mind went blank.
His “symbol of manhood” didn’t react at all, as if confirming his words.
It felt like my appeal as a woman was denied, and it crushed my pride. Junpei-kun always looked at my body with lustful eyes—so what was that all about? I wanted to demand an answer.
“Now that I’m calm, I get it…”
Research says some guys get too nervous during their first time and can’t perform.
If I’d known, I could’ve stayed calm. But Junpei-kun must’ve panicked. And he said something to me he didn’t mean.
“Even knowing that, it doesn’t stop the hurt.”
Pressing my chest, I feel its softness. I’ve grown well, I think.
A body that draws boys’ eyes and girls’ admiration. I’m proud of my figure. I know I’m beautiful.
Because I know I’m cute, I worked hard to be an honor student.
That way, I wouldn’t face unnecessary jealousy or get hurt. Being cute means I’ve had to protect myself fiercely, so when I do get hurt, it cuts deeper than it should.
“If Gouda-kun were my boyfriend, I wonder what would’ve happened?”
It’s a naughty thought. Thinking of another guy when I have a boyfriend is wrong.
But I couldn’t help it. I thought he was a brute, yet when I mustered the courage to tempt him, he gently talked me down.
“Gouda-kun’s face got so red… It was cute♪”
I’m used to being called “cute,” but hearing it from him felt fresh. It warmed my heart in a way I hadn’t felt before.
He’s so different from his image that I’m drawn to him. Since I bared myself, I want to see that side of him too.
I want to know, I want to know, I want to know more about Gouda-kun. That feeling overflowed, and I couldn’t fight it.
“Maybe I’ll call him…”
Everyone opposed me getting the contact info of the school’s most dangerous guy.
But it didn’t matter. I can’t go against my feelings.
“With Himuro-san around, I should act fast.”
The way Himuro-san looks at Gouda-kun—nobody could miss what it means. You’d have to be insanely dense not to notice.
“So… I need to say goodbye to Junpei-kun.”
I want to cherish this new feeling. Junpei-kun will understand. He’s my childhood friend, after all.
To sort my emotions, I touched myself on the bed. Letting out that heat and thinking with a clear head, my resolve didn’t waver.
“Hey, Junpei-kun? Can you spare some time now?”
I called him so I wouldn’t lie to my feelings.
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