When My Girlfriend Cheated On Me And Spread Rumors That I Was A Guy Who Would Sleep With Anyone, I Decided To Just Accept It And Ended Up Dating The Most Slutty Girl In School. - Chapter 10: Revenge Doesn't Produce Anything.

Revenge Doesn’t Produce Anything.

“…Was it all just a dream?”

The next morning, Naoki muttered in disbelief.

After all, it wasn’t just that his ex-girlfriend, who had cheated on him, had left him with a tarnished social reputation. It wasn’t just that the most notorious girl at school had approached him with an offer to ‘hook up’.

 On top of all that, it turned out that this girl was actually a sweet, inexperienced virgin who felt sympathy for Naoki and was willing to pretend to date him to help him get back at his ex.

It felt like something out of an SNLB—was this some sort of light novel? It wouldn’t have been strange if his devastated mind, reeling from the shock of being cuckolded, was simply conjuring up a sad fantasy.

“…But still, Hanabusa-san’s contact information is saved in my phone…”

Indeed, Hanabusa Kirara’s contact was neatly saved in his LINE app. Even in the trash can, there were crumpled tissues—stained with evidence from the previous night—that resembled white roses.

In other words, this was undoubtedly reality.

“…But what exactly does ‘pretending to date’ entail?”

He had gotten so caught up in their spontaneous, private erotic video viewing party—with explanations included—that he hadn’t thought to clarify what the pretense of dating would involve. He wondered just how serious Kirara was about this.

Kirara seemed like someone who lived entirely in the moment; it wouldn’t have been surprising if she had forgotten about it by now.

“…Well, I’m not really expecting much.”

While it was fine to provide Kirara with a special sexual education, the cost of pretending to date her seemed excessive. After all, she was the top-ranked girl Naoki wanted to be with.

For Naoki, just being able to confide in her and have her lend him a shoulder to cry on was already more than he could have hoped for.

So if Kirara decided to say, “Sorry, forget about yesterday!” he intended to accept it without complaint, and he was prepared for that possibility.

Then, suddenly, a LINE message arrived:

“Good morning! You awake, Asshi?”

“…Seriously?”

He muttered in surprise and stared at the screen, unsure of how to respond.

“Hey hey hey! I know you’re awake! Don’t ignore me!”

Shortly after, he received a close-up photo of a pouting, angry face. The selfie from above showed her in childish pajamas, with her exposed chest revealing a hint of her adult figure.

Naoki’s body reacted—his morning erection was undeniable. But was that all?

The truth remained a mystery.

“…What’s this about, so early in the morning?”

Naoki replied while lightly rubbing his stiff son.

“It’s nothing in particular. If I had to describe it, it’s like a morning call of love?”

“…That makes no sense.”

“Knock knock, is anyone there? Did you forget yesterday’s conversation? Even if it’s just a pretense, we’re ‘dating,’ right? The morning for a lovey-dovey couple starts with a sweet and loving morning line, doesn’t it?”

“Where does that come from?”

Before Kirara could say something foolish, Naoki texted back, “No need to answer.”

“What I want to say isn’t quite like that…”

“I get it! But, you know, there’s that saying about deceiving the enemy by starting with your own side, right? In this case, that’s us. They say God is in the details. If we don’t role-play the relationship properly, we might slip up when it really counts.”

“…Well, I suppose that’s true.”

Naoki understood the point. If he really wanted to make Kirara regret her actions, he needed to be thorough. A half-hearted act could reveal their strategy and cause mutual damage.

Still…

“…Are you serious about this?”

“Seriously!? I was committed from yesterday!”

“Yes, but… I was wondering if you might be having second thoughts after a day…”

“No second thoughts from Hanabusa Kirara! And you, Asshi, stop being so wishy-washy! If you’re going to do it, commit fully! If you’re like this, it just makes me look foolish for putting my all into it!”

“…I see. I’m sorry.”

“Apologies aren’t needed! It’s either ‘yes’ or ‘no’! Which is it!”

He couldn’t respond immediately.

This was undoubtedly a turning point.

If he said ‘yes,’ there would be no turning back.

No matter what Kirara’s intentions were, Naoki would become the boyfriend of the most notorious girl at school. He would take on a reputation even worse than being a man who sleeps with anyone.

If he succeeded in making Chiharu regret it, there would be some gain, but if he failed, it would only prove that he was truly worthless and insignificant to Chiharu, and he would be thoroughly defeated.

On the other hand, if he chose to remain silent and accept his fate, time would eventually erode the situation. In a month, three months, or maybe six months, it would fade away. A year was unlikely.

The people causing a fuss would lose interest without fresh fuel.

But if he pretended to date Kirara? That would guarantee a major scandal.

Although Kirara claimed to be fine, Naoki couldn’t shake his doubts, and he couldn’t imagine what might happen.

Revenge wouldn’t create anything positive.

In fact, breaking up with such a scheming bitch might be considered lucky. Perhaps it would be wiser to forget Chiharu completely and look for a new love.

(…Ah. There’s no doubt that this is the smarter choice.)

Accepting this reality, Naoki texted back, “I’ll do it.”

“Actually, I’m asking you. Become my girlfriend and help me make Chiharu regret it!”

Revenge doesn’t create anything positive.

That’s a cliché repeated in countless manga, anime, light novels, and various other media.

Naoki believed that too.

Until recently.

But now that he’s directly involved, what’s his stance?

Forget those pretty words—shove them into a used bitch and blow them up with TNT!

Encouraged by Kirara’s support and feeling revitalized, Naoki’s emotions were a tangled mess of anger, sadness, humiliation, and frustration. How dare Chiharu, who had been treated kindly by him, cheat and then spread false rumors, stabbing him in the back after over three years of relationship?

If he just accepted his fate and gave up, he would forever be a loser, regretting his cowardice and hating himself. Every time he tried to move on with someone new, Chiharu’s face would haunt him, making it impossible to take a new step forward.

(…That’s right. The idea that revenge doesn’t create anything is a lie! Revenge is the only thing that can give me a future! I can’t move forward until I settle things with Chiharu properly. Even now, I’m still being betrayed by her!)

Time is a great healer.

As long as one is alive, any wound can be healed.

But what if the wound still has a knife lodged in it?

And what if that knife keeps digging into the wound?

That wound won’t heal; it will keep bleeding dark, grimy blood.

Revenge is a necessary ritual to pull out the knife lodged in one’s heart.

“I wanted to hear that,” Kirara responded with a stamp from a certain unlicensed doctor.

“So, Asshi, please send me a slightly naughty selfie~”

This was likely part of the role-play.

Determined, Naoki sent a picture of himself in his underwear in front of a mirror.

“Whoa!? Too naughty!!!! Think about the Line!”

He was scolded. Apparently, the overly pronounced bulge was a problem.