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.

Revenge.

So, the two of them are walking down the hallway together.

Kirara is intertwining her hands around Naoki’s arm as if hugging a treasured stuffed animal.

“So, what’s on the agenda today? The usual play?”

This is a euphemism for their usual study session on adult videos.

“That sounds good, but today I was thinking of trying out some adult toys.”

Kirara says this while fidgeting.

Her expectant upward glance is provocative.

Of course, this is also a euphemism.

The “adult toys” she refers to are actually video games.

To keep up the pretense of her persona as a “masked bitch,” they are careful with their daily conversations.

“…It’s fine, but you really do love it, don’t you?”

“Fufu~. Well, I’m a bit of a bitch otaku, you know? I just love perverted stuff and otaku games!”

Her innocent smile makes the other students around them visibly uncomfortable.

Naoki, who knows she just wants to play games together, finds it even somewhat endearing.

Kirara is an otaku.

That in itself isn’t unusual.

These days, it’s rare to find kids who haven’t had any exposure to manga, anime, or games.

In contrast, Chiharu was one of the few exceptions.

Due to financial constraints, she had little opportunity to engage with such content.

As a result, she often felt left out from her friends’ circles and developed a strong aversion to all otaku things.

Even when Naoki invited her, it had no effect.

She might have instinctively understood that otaku content involves spending money and feared becoming too involved.

Instead, Chiharu preferred activities that she could boast about and that would look good on social media.

Unfortunately, Naoki found it difficult to understand.

Let’s return to the topic of Kirara.

Kirara is both wild and fashionable gal.

Although this is also a form of self-defense, it seems she is very particular about maintaining her top status in the social hierarchy.

It’s one thing to be a little bit of an otaku, but Kirara is at a level where it’s a problem.

She loves games, manga, anime, and light novels immensely. It’s natural for her to know about things before they become anime adaptations, and she’s the type to get extremely excited when a beloved work is finally animated.

She has multiple game consoles, ranging from popular mainstream titles to lesser-known indie games available only on PC.

She’s also a huge fan of virtual YouTubers and skillfully juggles watching anime, playing games, and streaming V-tuber content all at once at home.

“Totally get it! Once you dive into V-tubers, you never have enough time, right?”

“Exactly! And with all the recent collaborations with streamers, it’s overwhelming! Every collab just adds to the list of favorites, and it’s seriously exhausting!”

Naoki, being on the same level of otaku, found that he and Kirara could talk endlessly and seamlessly about their interests.

In fact, the time spent talking about otaku topics and playing games together often exceeded the time spent on their so-called “adult study sessions.”

For Kirara, Naoki, who didn’t hide his otaku side and could engage in conversations on the same level while also being a fun playmate, was a rare and valuable presence.

She often mentioned having many games she wanted to play with multiple people but couldn’t due to lack of partners.

As a result, Kirara started spending a lot of time at Naoki’s house.

Normally, if a girl frequently visited a boy’s house, she might be labeled as a “slut” or “bitch,” but in this case, it was actually convenient.

After leaving the entrance and walking for a while, Naoki suddenly stopped.

“…? What’s wrong, Asshi?”

Kirara asked curiously.

Naoki couldn’t answer.

He couldn’t breathe.

It felt as though his lungs and heart were being gripped tightly.

He was dizzy, as if his blood vessels had reversed direction.

“Asshi? Hey, are you okay?”

Kirara’s concern did not reach Naoki’s ears.

Naoki’s gaze was fixed in front of the school gate.

There he was.

The one he could never forget, the wealthy college student who stole Chiharu away.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen with him?”

It was Naoki who wanted to ask that.

Why was he here?

Naoki couldn’t make sense of it.

The stylishly dressed handsome man stood next to a luxury car parked at the roadside.

He was sipping a Starbucks coffee while checking his smartphone.

As much as it frustrated Naoki, he looked like an actor straight out of a drama.

The man suddenly seemed to notice something, turned towards them, and waved.

At the edge of his narrowed vision, he saw the familiar black-haired beauty, Chiharu.

“Hi there, Chiharu-chan. Thanks for your hard work.”

“Kaneshiro-san~. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Chiharu greeted the handsome man, Kaneshiro, with a sweet voice and entwined her arm with his.

“…Could it be that he’s Chiharu’s affair partner?”

It seemed Kirara also realized this.

Unfortunately, in Naoki’s world, only three people existed: himself, the unfaithful woman, and the affair partner.

“But is it okay for him to pick you up from school?”

“Well, recently I’ve been getting unwanted attention from strange guys. I thought it might be better to let them know I have a wonderful boyfriend.”

“Oh dear~. Since you are so cute, you have to be careful, Chiharu-chan.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Kaneshiro suddenly noticed Naoki’s gaze.

“There’s someone staring at us with a really intense look. Could that be him?”

With a frown, Kaneshiro wrapped his arm around Chiharu as if to protect her.

“No, I don’t know that person at all. They’re probably just jealous because you are so handsome, Kaneshiro-san~.”

“If that’s the case, it’s because you too are cute, right? But still, to flirt with another woman when he has such a sexy girlfriend……. Ouch! Sorry, Chiharu-chan! Don’t pinch me! Of course, you’re the best!”

“…If you look at another woman, I might just cry…”

“Of course, right? I’m not that kind of superficial guy!”

Seeing Chiharu’s melancholic aura, Kaneshiro quickly opened the passenger door.

He seated Chiharu and then got into the driver’s seat.

Chiharu briefly glanced at Naoki, her expression as cold as ice.

Then she turned to Kaneshiro and kissed him provocatively.

Chiharu looked back at Naoki, laughing disdainfully with a sneer.

The movement was subtle, barely noticeable to others, but Naoki could see it.

The luxury car with the two of them pulled away.

Naoki didn’t want to think about where they were going.

“—Shh! Hey, Naoki! Get a grip!”

Only then did Naoki notice Kirara’s voice.