The Case When I Attempted To Break The Heroine's Chastity But It Seems To Have an Opposite Effect - 7 - The Weekend

Today is Saturday. I, or rather this body, have been staying in the run-down apartment for who knows how long. The ceiling above me had a long, unsightly crack running across it, a visible reminder of how cheap this place is. Lying on my futon, I exhaled slowly, my gaze moving to the peeling wallpaper and dimly illuminated room. The single window in my apartment allowed in just enough light to make a difference, throwing dull streaks across the floor.

The faint sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway outside, followed by the muffled voices of my neighbors. Thin walls. No soundproofing. You can imagine every noise that you can hear—shouting, laughing, the occasional argument that lasted way longer than it should.

A sudden thud from the apartment next door made me shut my eyes in irritation. Someone had dropped something heavy. Again.

“This place is a dump.” I said, but it was a cheap dump, and it’s only place that I can stay temporarily, and right now, that was all that mattered.

What about the money, you ask? Now that you mentioned it, I tried exploring Kaito’s phone and when I check on what’s supposed to be a bank app, it contains six digits. Yes, SIX digits. It makes me wonder on how a seemingly innocent, handsome looking guy managed to get a six digit even though he’s still a student.

Reaching for my phone, I checked the time. Just past noon. The weekend had barely started, and I was already feeling restless.

It had been an… interesting few days.

Miyuki’s sharp words toward Haruto, the way her composure had started to crack, the look in her eyes when she spoke about her frustrations. She was slipping, slowly but surely, and I was enjoying every second of it.

Haruto, as expected, was clueless. Completely unaware of how much pressure he was putting on her, how much she was holding in.

“Heh, Haruto doesn’t know what he’s been doing to Miyuki these few days.” I smirked slightly, stretching out on the futon as I stared at the ceiling. The weekend was supposed to be a time to unwind, but instead, I found myself replaying every moment, every shift in Miyuki’s demeanor.

Slowly but surely, he was starting to open up to me. Not entirely, not yet, but enough for me to see the cracks forming.

“Now, how do I widen them?”

I lazily scrolled through my phone, considering my options for the day. I could go out, find something—or someone—to entertain me. But another thought crossed my mind.

I hovered over Miyuki’s contact for a moment before typing a quick message. I asked Haruto on Miyuki’s contact and he easily give it me. What an easy guy.

“Hey, Miyuki-san. Got any plans today? Let’s hang out and relax for a bit. My treat.”

It was casual. Just enough to gauge her reaction.

I sent the message and set my phone aside, waiting.

The TV from my next-door neighbor’s apartment roared to life, blasting some dramatic talk show. The elderly lady across the hall who always left her door cracked open to gossip with anyone who passed by. The couple next door who fought like clockwork every weekend before making up the next day. The guy upstairs who stomped around like he had bricks for shoes.

And then there was me. The one who never bothered to interact with any of them. Not that I cared. Still, it was hard to ignore how suffocatingly small it felt sometimes.

“Tsk. Why does my neighbors decided to be annoying at this day.” I clicked my tongue in annoyance.

A notification pinged from my phone.

Miyuki: Sorry, who is this?

Kaito: Ah right, Haruto didn’t tell you about it? This is Kaito, and I asked your contact from him.

Miyuki: That idiot. But sorry, I’ll have to pass your offer.

I raised an eyebrow. No explanation, no excuse. Just a flat-out rejection.

I didn’t expect this one.

I stared at the message for a moment, turning it over in my head. She had been opening up to me more and more, so why the sudden cold response?

Was she avoiding me?

No. If that were the case, she wouldn’t have responded at all.

“Tch. How disappointing. Oh well, it is what it is.”

I clicked my tongue and tossed my phone onto the futon. It wasn’t a big deal, but it was annoying.

I had been expecting her to at least hesitate, maybe offer an excuse. Instead, she had shut the conversation down completely.

“Well, whatever. If she wasn’t available, I could find other ways to keep myself occupied.”

I sat up, stretching my arms before running a hand through my hair. I could head to the city, maybe find a woman to have some fun with. It had been a while since I indulged in anything other than this ridiculous club drama.

Standing up, I walked over to the small kitchenette, pouring myself a glass of water. The sink faucet dripped, the faint plink, plink against the metal basin filling the otherwise quiet room.

“Maybe I’ll head out tonight.”

Just as I was about to take a sip, the sharp chime of my doorbell cut through the silence.

I lowered the glass, eyes narrowing slightly.

Who the hell would be visiting me?

Setting the glass down, I walked toward the door, my bare feet padding softly against the wooden floor. As I reached for the doorknob, I hesitated.

No one ever came to my apartment.

Slowly, I peered through the peephole.

Long, sleek black hair. One piece dress. I blinked, my mind immediately recognizing the figure standing outside.

Sasahara Chitose.

My childhood friend.

Of all people.

I unlocked the door and swung it open, leaning against the doorframe with a raised eyebrow. “Well, well. This is unexpected.”

Chitose stood there, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

“It’s been a while, Kaito.”

“And here I thought you forgot about me.”

“You wish.”

Her gaze flickered past me into the apartment, as if assessing how much of a mess I was living in.

“You’re still in this dump?” she muttered, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

“Yeah, something wrong with that?” I said dryly, shutting the door behind her.

As she set her bag down on the couch, I watched her carefully.

What the hell was she doing here?

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Miyuki POV

Miyuki sat at the edge of her neatly made bed, the soft hum of the air conditioner filling the quiet room. The curtains were slightly drawn, allowing golden afternoon light to spill in, casting long shadows across the wooden floor.

Her phone lay in her lap, the screen still glowing with Kaito’s message.

“Hey, Miyuki-san. Got any plans today? Let’s hang out and relax for a bit. My treat”

She hadn’t expected an unknown message coming up from her phone. Aside from her parents and her childhood friend, nobody knows that contact of Miyuki. Unless…

Miyuki: Sorry, who is this?

Kaito: Ah right, Haruto didn’t tell you about it? This is Kaito, and I asked your contact from him.

Haruto. I’ll give him a scolding when we see each other. She thought as her thumb hovered over the keyboard as she considered her response.

Miyuki: That idiot. But sorry, I’ll have to pass your offer.

A simple rejection. That was the logical choice.

And yet, for some reason, she hesitated.

Miyuki wasn’t naive—she knew what kind of person Kaito was. He was manipulative, smooth-talking, and had a reputation for playing with people’s emotions. She disliked those types the most.

But…

She bit her lower lip.

Despite everything, she had felt different when she was with him.

She hated admitting it, even to herself, but the past few days had made her realize something unsettling.

Whenever Kaito was around, she felt calm.

Not safe, not exactly. But there was something about him—something about the way he listened to her, the way he never brushed off her frustrations—that made her feel… lighter.

Like for once, someone actually noticed the weight she was carrying.

Why am I thinking about this so much?

Miyuki exhaled softly, setting her phone aside. She didn’t owe him an explanation. She shouldn’t even feel guilty about saying no.

But why did she?

She leaned back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Her thoughts drifted toward Haruto.

They had known each other since childhood. Walked home together. Spent weekends at each other’s houses. There was never a moment in her life when Haruto wasn’t there.

It was supposed to be comforting.

And yet…

Miyuki turned her head to the side, her gaze landing on a small framed photo sitting on her nightstand.

A picture of her and Haruto, taken during one of their school festivals. Haruto was grinning, one arm raised in an awkward victory pose, while Miyuki stood beside him, her smile much more reserved.

She remembered that day clearly. He had insisted on dragging her through every single booth, completely oblivious to the fact that she wasn’t enjoying it as much as he was.

Haruto never changed.

His passion, his energy, his love for art—it consumed him. It was inspiring, in a way. But at the same time, it left little room for anything else.

Has he ever really seen me?

Miyuki’s fingers curled into the fabric of her blanket.

She had stood by his side for years, always supporting him, always encouraging him. And yet, when she thought about it…

Haruto had never once asked if she was okay.

He never noticed when she was struggling. Never stopped to wonder if she needed someone to lean on.

He had taken their relationship for granted.

Like she was just there, a permanent fixture in his life that didn’t require attention or effort.

And now, after all this time, she was starting to realize how… lonely that felt.

A vibration on her nightstand pulled her from her thoughts.

Miyuki blinked and reached for her phone. A new message lit up the screen.

Haruto: Miyuki! Let’s hang out today. Meet me in the city?

She hesitated.

She did not feel like going out. She was not in the mood for one of Haruto’s impulsive plans, in which he would take her around town without regard for what she wanted to do.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She could just say no.

And yet…

If I refuse, Haruto-kun will probably feel bad.

A feeling of regret settled into her chest.

Even if he was oblivious, even if he frustrated her to no end… Haruto wasn’t a bad person. He had always been kind, always treated her with warmth.

Miyuki sighed, running a hand through her hair before finally typing a reply.

“Okay. What time?”

She set the phone down again, staring at the ceiling.

As much as she told herself that she shouldn’t be thinking about Kaito, she still felt bad about declining his offer so quickly.

Why did she feel that way?

She shouldn’t.

But she did.

Her gaze drifted toward her desk, where a small, unopened gift bag sat from an event she had attended a ‘meet and greet’ in her fans earlier that week.

An idea formed in her mind.

“Maybe I’ll get him something.”

It wasn’t much—just a simple, insignificant gesture. Something small to make up for earlier.

Not because she felt obligated to.

But because…

Miyuki swallowed hard, shaking her head.

“No. I’m just overthinking this.”

And yet, deep down, a part of her already knew.

Kaito was getting into her mind, and she had no idea how to stop it.