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 3: Bi*ch in Hell.

Bi*ch in Hell.

After that, how much time had passed?

Naoki couldn’t tell anymore.

His dignity and sanity shattered simultaneously, he lost all sense of time.

It felt like a hundred million years had gone by, or perhaps he was still being beaten up by the girls from Class 3.

It felt like he was reliving the same day for eternity, yet it also felt like that day had never ended.

In reality, a week had passed.

It felt both agonizingly long and fleetingly brief.

Regardless, Naoki was socially dead, facing contemptuous gazes from many girls and some boys. There were even fools who approached him, considering his rumored escapades as acts of valor, but he had no energy to engage with them.

He simply drifted through time like a ghost.

He woke up in the morning, went to school, studied, and returned home.

That was the endless cycle he found himself in.

There was no helping it.

Betrayed by someone he thought he loved, accused without a single apology, and further betrayed with false accusations.

He would never love again.

He would never trust a woman again.

He would be fine living alone for the rest of his life.

Even if he thought that, he wouldn’t be blamed.

Strangely, there was no anger.

He had no strength left to be angry.

Just living was exhausting enough.

Perhaps eventually, time, the universal cure, would heal his wounds and give him the strength to be angry again, but that was a long way off.

And so, as school ended, Naoki walked home alone, feeling defeated.

Suddenly, he remembered walking down this road hand in hand with Chiharu before.

He didn’t want to remember.

He almost cried.

Was it the sorrow of losing love, or the bitterness of betrayal?

He couldn’t distinguish anymore.

He abandoned his thoughts, trying not to think at all, the only action he could muster now.

Other people’s stares were unbearable, so Naoki kept his head down the entire time.

Within his narrow field of vision, he caught a glimpse of shiny white legs adorned with navy high socks.

When he looked up, a busty blonde gal with an erotic-cute demeanor, who was rumored to be the school’s biggest slut, stood before him.

“Are you Ashimura Naoki, the guy rumored to sleep with anyone?”

She flaunted her sizeable chest arrogantly, wearing a smirk that belittled others.

It was Hanabusa Kirara.

Color returned to his grey world.

The color of burning gunpowder.

It seemed that time’s remedy was starting to work, bringing back a bit of his emotions.

It was anger.

Anger towards women.

Anger towards humanity.

Anger towards insensitive rudeness.

Anger akin to irrational outbursts.

Anything would set Naoki off.

“…Well, what’s it to you anyway?”

He retorted with a grumble.

His crimson lips curled into a smirk.

“Then, how about me?”

As she slipped her middle finger through the ring made by her left hand, adorned with flashy nail art.

With eyes moist like those of a dead fish, Naoki replied, “Sure.”

It was out of reckless desperation.

He decided to embrace Chiharu’s suggestion and become a man who sleeps with anyone.

Perhaps there was also a desire to channel his pent-up anger towards Chiharu onto the obnoxious girl in front of him.

In that sense, Hanabusa and Chiharu had something in common.

Far from being demure, Hanabusa was a stunning beauty, rivaling if not surpassing Chiharu.

Or rather, “seductress” might be more accurate.

Hanabusa embodied male desires in a tangible form.

Taller than most women, with long limbs and a small head. Despite her attractive figure, she had a bit of booba, like a personification of a voluptuous bombshell. Just a glimpse of her firm thighs peeking out from her too-short skirt could make a guy eat three bowls of rice.

Hanabusa easily topped the “girl I want to sleep with” rankings that someone somewhere had started.

She was similarly adored in the “fap material” category.

Incidentally, Chiharu ranked second.

She also shared with Chiharu a knack for toying with men.

In fact, she excelled even over Chiharu in that department.

There were several guys around school boasting about having slept with Hanabusa.

Rumors abounded about her, from dating a different handsome guy every weekend to being seen entering a hotel with an older man.

She admitted it herself, being literally the school’s top nympho.

Thinking this, Naoki couldn’t help but feel hesitant about entering a hole that countless men had used.

For Naoki, this was a small revenge or perhaps a spiteful act towards Chiharu.

It might be meaningless, but Naoki felt he had to do something to calm the storm in his gut.

Even if it meant hurting himself in the process.

“…Hey, where are we going?”

Having answered with a simple “Sure,” Naoki had been walking silently with a sullen expression.

Hanabusa asked, apprehensively.

“To my place.”

Naoki answered curtly.

“Your place…Ashimura’s house?”

“Whose house did you think of?”

“I mean, we’re going to…you know…so I thought we might go to a hotel or something.”

“High school students can’t get into hotels.”

Proper love hotels don’t allow minors or high school students. While it’s not entirely impossible to sneak in, it would be impossible in school uniforms after classes. They could even end up being taken in by the authorities.

Even if they could get in, hotel fees are a significant expense for high school students. He had no intention of spending money on a girl who wasn’t even his girlfriend.

One would think Hanabusa would be more aware of such things.

“Really!?”

Hanabusa raised her hand to her lips in a refined gesture of surprise.

“What do you mean, ‘really’—haven’t you ever been to a hotel?”

Naoki asked, puzzled, and Hanabusa retorted, “Of course I have! I’ve been to hotels plenty of times and had a lot of fun~!”

Then how did she not know minors can’t get into hotels, he wondered, but he didn’t voice it because it seemed too troublesome.

However, his thoughts must have shown on his face.

Unprompted, Hanabusa started explaining, “All the hotel arrangements are always done by the guys! So it’s not strange that I don’t know about it!”

She clapped her hands like wings as she tried to justify herself.

Hanabusa’s scent wafted sweetly through the air.