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.

“…I feel like I’ve woken up from a bad dream.”

Naoki murmured as he walked along the school route.

Ever since Chiharu cheated on him, it felt as though he had been trapped in an endless nightmare.

Everything was terrible and surreal, suffocating and devoid of solace.

He felt that if he didn’t abandon his thoughts and kill his emotions, his heart would break. He could only wish for the day to end quickly.

However, completely stopping his thoughts was impossible. At random moments, scenes of Chiharu saying “it’s nothing” while kissing her lover would flash back. Unwanted thoughts about why Chiharu cheated, when it started, if it was his fault, and how he could have prevented this outcome surfaced, making him feel as if he wanted to die.

But now, he felt an uncharacteristic calmness, as if all of that was a lie.

On the contrary, he felt his heart race, an excitement bubbling up, even a sense of joy.

Gaining an ally in Kirara, who shared his anger as if it were her own, who proposed revenge, and decided to accept and commit to it, had transformed Naoki from a powerless victim.

The situation was still dire, with students along the school route openly showing their disdain, gossiping loudly, and pointing fingers.

Yesterday, Naoki would have been unable to bear the absurd reality, clenching his fists and looking down in despair, thinking, (What did I do to deserve this…?)

But now, he had the confidence to glare back at those gossiping, thinking, (What are you looking at? I’m not a sideshow. Do you want a piece of this?)

Those who thought of Naoki as a harmless fool now hurriedly turned away, looking embarrassed. It wasn’t a bad feeling at all.

(So, this is what it’s like to be a revenger…)

From today, Naoki was no longer the one who gets hurt, but the one who acts.

Nothing had started yet, but his mindset alone had completely transformed his world.

The ignorant fools deceived by Chiharu’s lies no longer scared him in the slightest.

In fact, they seemed pathetic and laughable.

(And I’ve got Kirara on my side too.)

Kirara, the school’s top gyaru, who leads the most influential group.

Though yesterday was the first time they talked properly, Naoki already trusted her.

Kirara had that kind of persuasive power, sincerity, and passion.

You could call it charisma.

It was unclear how much power having Kirara as his ally would bring, but Naoki was no longer alone. He had someone who knew the truth and shared his anger at the injustice he suffered.

Just that thought made Naoki feel as though he had gained a hundred thousand allies.

He arrived at school.

He had put a lock on his shoe locker because his shoes were constantly being hidden. The locker door was covered in graffiti written with permanent markers: “Enemy of women,” “Player,” “Idiot,” “Delusional fool,” and other insults. Although it was likely the work of some girls, the colorful and elaborately styled lettering made it look almost cute. There was even an illustration of Chiikawa with a speech bubble saying, “The worst cheater… is that true?!”

[TL: Chiikawa (ちいかわ), also known as Nanka Chiisakute Kawaii Yatsu (なんか小さくてかわいいやつ, “Something Small and Cute”), is a Japanese manga series by Nagano.]

(Wait, that’s Hachiware’s line, and Hachiware wouldn’t say that. Stop making them say things out of character.)

Naoki was an otaku who hated parodies that altered the original character’s lines.

He unlocked the shoe locker, finding several letters inside. There was a small gap in the locker door, like a mail slot, where people could slip them in.

He didn’t need to look to know what they were: absurd, insulting letters written in cute Milky Pens.

For people who had nothing to do with the situation, they sure went out of their way, wasting both time and money. Tossing the letters into the trash, Naoki headed to Class 1.

“Hey, he’s here.”

Someone said with a sneer.

Snickering, eyes turned toward him.

Naoki’s desk was placed on top of the teacher’s podium, with his chair stacked on top of it.

This had been going on for three days in a row.

Set up by Chiharu, Naoki’s school caste had plummeted to the very bottom.

He had already been envied by the boys for having a beautiful girlfriend, and now it had become a trend among the girls to bully him. This was the result.

(So, what should I do now?)

He knew that if he tried to put everything back in place, someone would kick his legs out from under him while his hands were occupied.

He was done with being passive.

However, everyone in the class was against him.

Whether driven by righteous indignation, finding it amusing to join in, or just turning a blind eye, they were all enemies.

No matter what he did, he was outnumbered and would only be mocked.

“What are you standing around for? You’re in the way, so hurry up and clean it up!”

“Better move quickly, or the teacher will get mad!”

Sarcastic jeers flew at him, followed by bursts of laughter.

(…I guess it’s hopeless.)

Naoki’s courage quickly crumbled.

Feeling unbearably humiliated, he looked down.

Changing this situation with willpower alone seemed impossible.

Just as he was about to resign himself to playing the clown:

“Good morning, Asshi!”

A bright voice rang out from behind him.

Dressed in a uniform straining against her chest and a miniskirt barely covering her thighs, exposing her long legs, stood Kirara, the school’s renowned queen bee.

“…Oh, good morning.”

Naoki turned around, his cheeks stiff with embarrassment at being seen in such a humiliating position.

His classmates buzzed with curiosity, watching Kirara speak familiarly with Naoki.

“You’re not looking too good, Asshi. What’s wrong?”

Kirara’s innocent question made Naoki mumble, “Well, it’s nothing.”

Even with an ally, it was embarrassing to show such a pathetic side.

“Huh?”

Kirara tilted her head slightly and glanced at the spectacle behind him.

Her cheerful smile turned into a piercing glare.

“…Is that your desk, Asshi?”

“…Yeah, something like that.”

(…Pathetic.)