I Joined the Agency as a Manager to Support a Vtuber, but Somehow I Ended up Becoming the Face of the Company as an Official Staff Member? - 14

Chapter 14:I Can Do Whatever I Want (Gomi-senpai’s POV)

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I was born the son of a high-ranking executive who had climbed the ranks of a prestigious company. My mother was a woman who went from being a reader model to a mid-tier actress in the entertainment world. I inherited my mother’s looks and my father’s brains, and ever since kindergarten, I was the talk of the town as a handsome kid.

It seemed like the heavens had blessed me with not just two but three gifts, as I was also gifted with athletic ability. Thanks to that, I took first place in the sprint race for six years straight in elementary school. As the anchor in relays, I led my team to victory, and all the girls in school were smitten with me. By fifth grade, sixth-grade girls were giving me Valentine’s Day chocolates and even confessing their feelings.  

In middle school, I started playing soccer and became a regular on the team in just three months. By my second year, I was the ace striker, leading our team to victory in the regional tournament and earning MVP. My reputation spread beyond school, and even girls from other schools’ sports teams confessed to me.

But I didn’t date any of them. Having girls flock to me was enough to satisfy my ego, and back then, I was only interested in older women, not girls my age.   In high school, I quit soccer and joined a boxing gym outside of school. It was around the time a Japanese boxer won a world title, which made boxing wildly popular in Japan, so I gave it a try. It turned out to be surprisingly fun, so I stuck with it.

One day, I saved a woman who was about to be assaulted in an alley, and it turned out she was a senpai at my high school. That was how I got my first girlfriend.

But once you indulge in pleasure too much, it starts to lose its thrill.  

I dumped her and decided to use my looks and brains to be more selective with women. I turned the fiery student council president into a submissive puppy. I discovered a so-called hidden beauty, a plain girl with glasses who was secretly stunning.

Eventually, the most thrilling game for me was bedding women. Sure, I forced myself on some who resisted. But a slap of cash across their face would shut them up real quick. 

Money always wins in the end. 

Taking a childhood friend’s girlfriend was the best. Her boyfriend got pissed and came at me, but with my boxing skills, he didn’t stand a chance. Even as he lay there, face swollen and ugly, he looked up at her desperately.

“Guys like you could never beat Gomi-kun. Not in looks, grades, or strength. Why don’t you try being a little manlier?”

She looked down at the pathetic guy crawling on the ground with disgust, then, as if flipping a switch, said in a cheerful tone.

“Shall we go, Gomi-kun?”

I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.   Later, the guy complained to the school about my “unjust violence,” but my dad pulled some strings, and he was left with nothing but tears.

“Even if it goes to court, money and power can fix anything.”

My father, who had grown up poor, told me afterward.

“And you already have that money and power.”

From that day, my mindset became simpler, clearer.

Anyone who defies me is the enemy.

That became my motto, and I mercilessly crushed anyone who got in my way.   Then I entered university and joined the martial arts club. I was popular—insanely popular, actually.

It was a perfect campus life. In my mind, I saw myself surrounded by all kinds of women, reigning as the king of students. But then someone showed up to ruin it.  

A junior, one year below me, named Ren Hiori. Apparently, his good looks and quiet, melancholic vibe were a hit among women. He was in the same airsoft club as my friend Ōno, so I decided to meet him.

My first impression? A guy with no backbone. He always had this listless expression, and even when talking to me, it felt like he was staring off into the distance. I thought he might interfere with my plans, but it turned out he was terrible with women. When I met him with a girl, he’d flinch and stumble over his words whenever she spoke to him. It took everything I had not to laugh.  

But that awkwardness seemed to stir some protective instinct in women, especially older ones, who started hitting on him. Ren, for his part, was bad with girls his age or younger but seemed comfortable with older women, and he was getting close to the older girls I had my eye on.   An annoying, meddling eyesore.  

I revised my opinion. I didn’t like anyone else getting attention. Worse, Ren was getting cozy with a senpai girl I was targeting. My patience ran out.   I started with some light harassment.

“Ren Hiori’s a shoplifter.”

“Ren Hiori raped a girl in high school.”

I posted lies and rumors anonymously on the student bulletin board. A few days later, fewer girls approached Ren, but the senpai I wanted still stuck by him. Ren himself didn’t seem fazed and kept going to his club activities.  

So I targeted the senpai. I hired some thugs with cash to kidnap her and lock her in an abandoned building in the city. The plan was to swoop in as her hero, use the suspension bridge effect, and get close to her.

Everything went as planned—she was taken and locked up. Time for the hero to make his entrance. But as I approached the room, the door exploded open, and a group of people in camouflage, wielding guns, stormed in.

Caught off guard, I was blown back and could only watch in shock as the senpai, who was supposed to be my captive, was carried off by this mysterious group.   As I stood there dumbfounded, one person emerged from the room I thought was empty—Ren, wearing a gas mask. I knew it was him because he casually spoke to me.

“What are you doing, Gomi-senpai? This is straight-up a crime. Were you trying to play hero in a staged kidnapping? That’s just pathetic. Your parents would cry.”

My blood boiled, and I dropped my usual charming smile, grabbing him by the collar.

“You’re the one screwing things up! You’re not even dating her, so stay out of my way, you annoying bastard!”

“We’re not dating, but she asked me directly for help. Apparently, she’s been creeped out by a certain student’s obsessive staring lately and came to me for protection. You really pushed her to the edge.”

Ren brushed off my hand and walked out of the building.

“…If you try anything else, I’ll stop you with everything I’ve got. At least until you graduate.”  

From that day, every time I tried something that could be considered a “crime” by normal standards, some tough guy would appear out of nowhere to interfere. With a heavy heart, I gave up on chasing women at university and decided to look for a job where I could meet beautiful women.

The first thing that came to mind was an entertainment agency. As a manager for actresses, I could get close to all sorts of gorgeous women. I asked my dad to pull some strings, but my mom objected, saying it could lead to scandals and trouble.

I didn’t want to risk losing my social status, but I still wanted to date women as stunning as celebrities.   That was when I noticed Ren frequently watching VTuber streams on his phone.

Come to think of it, voice actresses are often pretty hot too.

VTubing wasn’t fully mainstream yet, so maybe I could join a company now and get in on the ground floor? With that decided, I asked my dad to pull strings again. He had a connection with an HR manager and made it happen.  

I landed a job as a manager, the role closest to the talents, and set my sights on one in particular. Aoi Aihara, who performed as the VTuber Sorane Amairo. She was petite, cute, and quiet—exactly my type.

Her previous manager quit at the perfect time, and I took the spot. But she was tougher to crack than I expected. No matter how friendly I was, she kept me at arm’s length. I asked her best friend and fellow VTuber, Kohaku Kurama, about it, and apparently, Aoi was bad with men.

So I had to rethink my approach to her. Then, a new male employee joined as a manager mid-career. I figured he was just some creepy otaku chasing after talents.

That fleeting sense of smugness vanished in an instant. The employee’s name? Ren Hiori. When I saw him again after two years, he was slimmer but had an even more unsettling, piercing gaze. And, of course, he started getting in my way again.

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