I Got Cheated On, so I Thought I’d Cheat Back and Went to a Group Date, I Ran Into a Classmate Who Used to Boss Me Around and Now We’re Living Together

“Wait―so that office worker stalking Machida-san was actually an editor?”

“Yeah. And not just any editor. He’s from the company you once submitted your work to.”

The next day.

I invited Umi to lunch and we went to a café near the university. I wanted to ask for her help right away.

“Someone from such a big editorial department… Are you saying he’s really doing things like that?”

“I’m dead serious. If you don’t believe me, take a look at this. Nene-san managed to get his business card.”

I pulled out a copy of Iijima Ikuo’s card from my pocket.

“Whoa… that design’s real.”

“Right?”

Umi had a card from her own editor, too, so she could tell right away that this one was authentic.

“Then… why are you telling me all this?”

“I want your help to put it simply.”

“…My help?”

“Yeah. This editor, Iijima Ikuo, is so out of line that he’s clinging onto Nene-san. If he’s that reckless, then he could easily be harassing rookie or struggling authors under him, too. Basically—”

“—You want to find evidence from multiple angles to corner him?”

“You catch on fast.”

As expected of Umi. She’s sharp.

“That’s right. Just his clingy behavior toward Nene-san isn’t enough to bring him down. It’s annoying as hell, but unless there’s clear harm, the police won’t move. So then, what should we do? Nene-san came up with the idea of forming a victims group.”

“I see… so if manga artists are being harassed by him, you’d team up with them and make a joint complaint?”

“Exactly. That’s why I want you to use your connection with that woman editor you know, and see if anyone’s been suffering harassment from Iijima-san.”

Whether that would be the breakthrough we needed, I didn’t know. But just letting his stalking slide wasn’t an option. I wanted to do whatever I could for Nene-san. I wasn’t that pathetic kid from middle school anymore.

“Alright… in that case, I’d be glad to help. The editor I know is… Rogiku-san is a good person, so I’m sure she’d lend a hand.”

“If possible, I’d like to meet her soon, maybe even today, and explain everything. Do you think that’s possible?”

“Hmm… Rogiku-san handles a lot of popular authors, so she’s pretty busy. But I’ll try contacting her. It’s lunchtime now anyway.”

Without hesitation, Umi started typing out a LINE message. From how natural she looked doing it, I could tell they were close, not just casual acquaintances.

“―Ah, she says today’s impossible, but she can meet us on the weekend if that works.”

The weekend… I wanted to deal with Iijima fast, but the world doesn’t revolve around our schedule. I had to be patient. Besides, it was already Thursday. The weekend was right around the corner. That would do.

“Then let’s do that. Saturday, if possible.”

“Okay, I’ll let her know.”

And just like that, it was set that we’d be meeting Rogiku-san on Saturday.

“Thank you, Umi. You’re really saving me here.”

With things settled for now, we ordered sandwiches to quiet our hungry stomachs.

“As thanks, let me treat you today.”

“Ah, wait… instead of paying, can I make another request?”

“Huh?”

“…Is that not okay?”

“No… It’s fine, but what kind of request are we talking about?”

When I asked nervously, Umi looked a little embarrassed and,

“Ah, I want to see that…”

“…That?”

“You know what I mean when I say that…”

“No, I don’t… What are you talking about? Don’t tell me this is… another pervy request?”

“―I-it is…”

…So it really was.

“And specifically…?”

“S-Specifically… I want to see the moment when it squirts out…”

“…”

“…Go watch an adult video or something.”

“I told you last time, I need to see it directly or else it won’t be useful for me…”

“Yeah, but why does it have to be mine…”

“B-Because you’re the only one I can ask for something like this, remember? I said that last time too…”

As she said this, Umi narrowed her beautiful eyes with a bit of boldness.

“B-Besides, this is my payment for the favor. That means Sousuke doesn’t really have the right to refuse…”

“…You’re right.”

And in the end… as much as I told myself I should hold back, deep down I was happy she wanted this from me. I’m just a guy, after all, and there’s no beating desire.

“Fine… Then, after the afternoon class.”

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So after finishing up what we had to do at the university, we went to a net café and rented a private couple’s booth. Using a love hotel just for this would have been way too expensive, so even if it wasn’t exactly proper manners, the net café seemed like the better choice.

I’ll skip the details, but in that little room, I let everything out, showed Umi all of it, and with her hand, she made me finish. It was incredible.

“…S-so that’s what it looks like when it comes out. It’s kind of like jelly.”

She said afterwards, her face still flushed as we stepped outside.

“I thought it would shoot out in a big burst… but instead it came out all thick and sticky. It surprised me…”

“Well, sometimes it really does shoot out like crazy…”

What kind of conversation is this…

Still, at least I managed to pay back my debt to her quickly. And honestly… I didn’t mind it one bit.