Fallen from the Top Group Due to Cheating and False Accusations. The Only One Who Stood by Me Was My Little Sister’s Best Friend, Who Had Always Adored Me.

Chapter 20: The Next Girl Hayato is Targeting.

Hayato’s POV.

“And that’s how I stole an S-rank girl from my childhood best friend.”

And they lived happily ever after—I clapped my hands together theatrically. The pathetic, unpopular losers surrounding my desk immediately lit up and burst into applause.

“No way… You actually stole Matsunami from Rindou of all people?”

“They’ve been childhood friends forever, right? No one could get between them. I was even rooting for them!”

“You’re seriously twisted, Kayama. This is exactly why good-looking guys piss me off.”

“And on top of that, Matsunami was a virgin…? What kind of depraved thrill did you get while fucking her? I’m holding a grudge for life, man!”

I waved my hand at the jealous losers biting their handkerchiefs, urging them to calm down.

“Hey, don’t be like that. Once I’ve had my fill and get bored, I’ll pass her over to you guys for cleanup duty.”

“Seriously?!”

“For real?!”

“That’s kinda harsh, but…”

“Never mind, Kayama-sama is a god…”

“Yeah, I’m not so cruel that I’d keep her all to myself forever.”

That’s right. Someone like me—excelling in both academics and athletics—was naturally the king of this school, a genius comparable to a god. Showing mercy to these weaklings was simply the duty of those who stood above them.

“Still, Karen’s reaction was hilarious. She always acted like a pure, untouchable maiden at school, but the second I applied a little pressure, she spread her legs so easily and threw away her boyfriend. All that reputation she built up was meaningless in the end.”

Well, that hidden side of her was exciting in its own way. I planned to train her thoroughly so she’d only listen to me from now on.

I wondered just how far I could brainwash her.

Girls with overly loyal personalities like hers were pathetic creatures. Once they betrayed their boyfriend, they would be consumed by guilt for the rest of their lives. The only way they could forget that pain and forgive themselves was by fawning over and clinging desperately to the man they cheated with. That became their sole reason for living—a form of escapism.

In short, Karen was already someone who couldn’t live without me, both mentally and physically.

Of course, because she had been repressed for so long, she would probably crave me even more intensely from now on. But I had no intention of indulging her so easily. After all, I could choose any woman in the world I wanted. Spending my life with just one girl like her was out of the question. That would be a waste of my precious time.

The privilege of the strong was to always claim what was new and latest. A harem was only natural. Eventually, only the finest flowers would gather around me, and I would spend the rest of my life enjoying that luxurious bouquet.

That was why I would skillfully use both the carrot and the stick on Karen, slowly turning her into my perfect puppet.

Well, this was only my second time doing this kind of training. It should be easier than it was with that strong-willed blonde.

“Hey Kayama, your phone’s vibrating.”

“Hm? Ah, I’ll take this outside.”

I hadn’t noticed, but my phone had been buzzing in my pocket. I reluctantly stepped into the hallway and checked it. The name displayed on the missed call log—‘Yumi Kawakita’—immediately made my blood boil.

Tch. Speak of the devil… I’ve told that blonde woman over and over not to call me at school.

Her learning ability was seriously on the level of an insect. I had already moved past anger and was simply stunned. Originally, she was nothing more than a stress-relief toy and fuck doll I used while practicing my brainwashing techniques. Her body was erotic, sure, but her face was only A-rank at best. She didn’t excite me nearly as much as Karen, and I had already grown completely tired of her. She was used goods.

And yet, completely unaware of how I felt, she kept sending me those disgusting daily messages and selfies. Dealing with delusional ugly girls was such a pain.

At the very least, she should just obediently follow the orders I gave her and stop disappointing me… Seriously.

I opened the message and photo that had been sent along with the missed call.

The order I had given her yesterday was to continue monitoring that idiot Arata and keep an eye on Karen. I wondered what had happened.

If it was a worthless report, I’d have to scold her harshly again. Irritated, I roughly opened the photo—and the moment I saw it, I doubted my eyes.

“Huh? Why is that guy… holding hands with some other girl…?”

In the center of the photo was Arata, walking toward the school gate while holding hands with a petite girl sporting twin tails and radiating a dignified aura I didn’t recognize.

No… I did recognize her.

She was the girl the first-years were calling an idol this year… That’s right, I remembered now!

Yuuka Tozawa. Back when the new first-years had just enrolled, she had been intently watching our soccer club practice from behind the fence. I had noticed her and tried recruiting her as a manager. She was an S-rank girl with a childish face that perfectly matched my taste for innocent, immature high school girls. I had planned to corrupt that pure smile and drag it into darkness.

But she had politely refused with, “Thank you for the offer, but I’ll have to decline,” and quickly left. How rude.

Honestly, in terms of looks alone, she was on par with Karen or possibly even better. I had intended to try again later and definitely make her mine, but…

Of all people, she was with Arata now… Tch, how annoying. How infuriating. It felt like I was being made a fool of.

Arata, that idiot. I had just stolen his beloved girlfriend right in front of him, yet here he was already moving on. He really never learns. He shouldn’t be the type to overcome trauma that quickly in the first place.

Well, it looked like his broken mental state had been cleverly taken advantage of by this girl, and he fell for it hook, line, and sinker. She probably fell for his soccer skills at first sight. That was easy enough to imagine. The guy was annoyingly better at soccer than me, after all.

But these two had committed a sin they should never have.

Trying to be happy without my permission? There was no way I’d allow that.

Fufu… Fuhahaha!

Idiots really knew how to make me laugh.

If they needed to be slammed back into the depths of despair to understand, then I’d gladly oblige. Just like I did with Karen, I could trap and threaten as many girls as I wanted.

Ah… I was already looking forward to the future where this junior girl would cry beneath me, begging “No! Please stop!” while I violated her.

They would both learn exactly what happened to those who defied me!