In a World of Reversed Chastity, I’m Rumored to Be an Easy Bitch (♂) Among Lustful Girls - 56

Chapter 56: Riria’s POV I Wonder What This Feeling Is

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◆Riria’s POV

One day after school, I was hanging out and chatting with Tokki at McDonald’s.

“Y’know, Gahama, you’ve been looking real good lately.”

“Good? What do you mean by that?”

“You’re giving off this ‘hot girl’ vibe. What happened? Did you get a boyfriend or something?”

“The-There’s nothing like that though…”

“Hmmm?”

Saying I got a boyfriend… Would be a bit misleading. While it was true that I had lost my virginity and I started regularly sleeping with this one specific guy after that… But that guy wasn’t my boyfriend. After all, he was nothing like my ideal type. I wanted a tall and lean guy with defined muscles. Since he wasn’t my ideal type, I didn’t want to make him my boyfriend either. 

To put it bluntly, he was just a fling to satisfy my sexual urges. It sounded really crude when I put it like that… He came over whenever I had free time and went along with whatever kind of play I wanted happily. On top of that, he was fun to hang out with even when we weren’t doing it and furthermore, he was actually friends with someone who matched my ideal type. Yes. He was friends with a tall and lean guy with defined muscles. Hence why I thought of him as a stepping stone, someone I kept around until I acquired my ideal type.

Or so I thought, but ever since that recent incident, I had been feeling this vague, muddled emotion. I really couldn’t tell if my view of him had changed or not… Anyway, I knew for sure that something felt different now. I went about my days, plagued by this vague feeling. 

“So he’s not your boyfriend, huh? Then… He’s a sex friend?”

“…I don’t really like that term.”

I made a slightly sour face at how casually Tokki tossed out that word. Because calling him that didn’t feel quite right.

“Ohhh? But that reaction means I hit the bullseye, right? So? What kind of guy is he?”

“I-I’m not telling you…”

“Aww, stingy Gahama. I’ll tell you all about my sex friends, so come on, spill the bean!”

“That’s not the issue! Wait—‘all’ of them? You have multiple!?”

“Well yeah, I’m not picky like you, Gahama.”

“I-I’m not picky or anything like that!”

“Oh, come on. You only go for tall, lean, muscle guys, right? You should do what I do—snag some innocent, gullible guy who doesn’t know any better and keep him all to yourself while he’s still pure.”

“‘Keep him’? If you’ve got that many, wouldn’t they run off even if you did try to keep them?”

“That’s where technique comes in, y’know?”

Tokki said that with a smug look, and it got me thinking. Come to think of it, he and I were each other’s first. Naturally, neither of us had any technique, and we were pretty clumsy. So it made sense that things were awkward when we did it, but I thought that was fine.

But lately, he’s gotten smoother… Wait. Does that mean I’m the only one falling behind…? That’s bad. Real bad. 

I thought I was the one keeping him, but if I stayed lousy at this, I might end up getting dumped by him without even realizing it… And things were just starting to go well between us!

Am I really gonna get left behind like this!? I really don’t want that. 

Before I even realized it, I’d already hit “buy” on a how-to book from Azoman.

I see, I see… So that’s how you do it…

Excited to try it out, I decided to invite him over the next day, but—

“Asahi? He just left with Nishimeya-san a bit ago.”

“Huh? With Nishimeya-san?”

I asked Fujisaki-kun, his best friend and I got an unexpected answer instead.

“Yeah. Those two have been close lately. Maybe they’re on a date?”

“A date…”

Fujisaki-kun said it with a smile, like he was genuinely happy for them.

I guess if your best friend is having the time of his life, it’s only natural to feel happy for him. But…

“A date…?? With Nishimeya-san of all people???”

On the way home, alone, I blurted out my true feelings at full volume.

What is this feeling?

It was just like the emotion I felt when that incident happened—when he was being messed with by that perverted woman. Sure, if someone said Nishimeya-san and he were similar in vibe and that they’d get along better, I wouldn’t have much to argue with…

But it just doesn’t sit right! I mean, come on. That girl’s the kind you’d call a “baschi” (※a slang for nerdy otaku, a female equivalent for chigyu from the original world)! There’s absolutely, positively, definitely no way she’s better than me!!

If he were to date Nishimeya-san, I wouldn’t be able to keep him as an easy fling anymore. Back when I was still a complete virgin, that might’ve been fine, but now that I had known what it felt like to do it with a guy, losing the convenient guy I had would be a real shame! 

There was no other choice. I had to refine my technique and totally blow his mind so he wouldn’t be able to escape from my clutch! In that way, I would be able to keep him around for good!

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“A-a-anyway! Today, I’m going to make sure it’s not just me who feels good! So you’d better be ready!”

“Ready, huh… Honestly, I’m totally fine with the usual though.”

“That just means you’re used to rough and sloppy technique! You should be more honest with yourself and especially with your own carnal pleasure, Hirakawa-kun!”

Thanks to my terrible grades, we were having a study session. The place? His house. Conveniently enough, no one else was home. We made good progress on math at first, but one thing led to another, and yeah. This was the result. This was my chance. Time to show off my new skills.

“Got it. Basically, you want to practice on me, right? Sure, I’m the perfect practice dummy anyway.”

The word “practice dummy” made that vague feeling well up in me again.

Why am I feeling like this? Being a practice partner is totally fine by me. He’s just the guy I’m keeping around. My real goal is the tall, lean, muscular type. He’s not even in the running. So there’s no reason to get hung up on the word “practice dummy”…. Yeah. No reason at all.

To distract myself from how I felt, I followed the book’s advice and kissed his body all over.

“…Huh? There’s already a hickey somewhere else?”

Suddenly, I noticed a hickey on his neck that I definitely didn’t leave. Which meant… Someone else did.

…How infuriating.

I couldn’t hold back my frustration, so I left a big, obvious hickey on his neck.

What is this feeling? This is the first time I’m feeling frustrated like this, like nothing is going right… Hmm… What do I have to do to get rid of this feeling…?

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