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.

Next time! This Cheating Men Will Die!

“Wow! Look at her; she’s so adorable. She looks like a real princess!”

“The guy next to her is also quite handsome, and his hero outfit suits him perfectly.”

“This couple will definitely win first place, no doubt.”

The audience was captivated as they gazed at the event stage in the royal capital area.

On the stage stood Takashi and Chiharu, dressed in the hero and princess costumes rented from Fantasyland. They were smiling brightly and waving to the crowd.

“Looks like we were right, Chiharu-chan. These outfits seem to be a hit with the audience. I’m glad we paid a premium to rent these exclusive costumes for the day,” Takashi whispered, his tone laced with an unmistakable air of arrogance and entitlement.

Knowing Chiharu’s true nature, Takashi had also let down his facade.

Although his despicable character had been subtly apparent before, Takashi had fully embraced his role as a depraved and domineering jerk, wielding his wealth like a weapon.

Even now, as they stood on stage, an expensive toy shaped like an L was discreetly stimulating Chiharu from within, pulsing rhythmically. The high price tag matched the pleasure it provided, rivaling even Naoki’s skilled hands.

Under different circumstances, Chiharu would have been eager to express her enjoyment openly.

(If only this situation were different!)

She mentally spat out her disgust, her heart cold and detached.

Chiharu looked down on Takashi, seeing him as nothing more than a rich, handsome jerk with a promising future. She believed she could control him by using sex as bait.

For Chiharu, this situation was nothing short of humiliating. Each involuntary shiver of pleasure was a blow to her dignity as a woman, leaving her on the verge of tears.

Chiharu was indeed sexually adventurous and had been in a passionate relationship with the skillful Naoki, engaging in numerous encounters. But that was within the bounds of normal play; she had no interest in such perverse acts.

Ultimately, this was merely a way to satisfy Takashi’s twisted need for control, no different from his usual inadequate and selfish performances. To Takashi, Chiharu was probably just a pet with a built-in toy.

(…The most frustrating thing is that I have to keep using him, even though he’s such a scumbag!)

No matter how rich he is, dealing with a pervert like him is out of the question. If I keep indulging his twisted sexual desires, something terrible is bound to happen—well, it already has, to be honest.

Still, breaking up with Takashi now wouldn’t be wise. To beat Naoki and that bitch, I need him as a pawn. Besides, after all the pain and humiliation he’s put me through, I can’t just let it go. I’ll play along until we get married, gather evidence of his perverted acts, and then file for divorce to extort a hefty alimony. That will be my revenge.

(…Until then, I’ll play the obedient pet.)

With this thought, Chiharu endured the situation, silently suffering under the assault of the vibrating toy in front of the audience. Right now, her priority was to beat Naoki and the others.

“…Chiharu-chan, your master is talking to you. It’s not nice to ignore him.”

“—Ahh~h, Kaneshiro-san, please stop that!”

Takashi, displeased, increased the intensity of the vibrator. Chiharu quickly covered her mouth, stifling the moan threatening to escape.

“Are you in a position to give orders?”

“…I’m sorry… p-please… sto…p…”

“Good girl.”

Smiling, Takashi manipulated the remote app in his pocket.

(…I’ll kill him. I swear, I’ll sue him, take all his money, and ruin him socially!)

“That look in your eyes is thrilling. But are you sure? With that face, you might lose to your ex-boyfriend, you know?”

“…I know… ah..hh…, I understand…”

Chiharu hastily put on a fake smile. You never know who’s watching. In fact, the entire school was probably watching this contest. Chiharu had manipulated the school’s bulletin board to ensure it would play out this way.

(…Leaving Naoki aside, I didn’t expect so many people to defend that bitch.)

It was likely that her entourage was behind the supportive posts. Or, like Chiharu, maybe Naoki and his group were orchestrating their own posts. The school’s bulletin board didn’t require IDs, so it was easy to manipulate the conversation.

Regardless, Chiharu had no intention of continuing this petty feud with Naoki and the others. What she desired was absolute peace in the upper social echelon. As long as she continued to clash with Naoki, she would remain in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons, becoming fodder for the idiots posting on the bulletin board.

No one cared about the truth. They just wanted to dive into other people’s drama and cause a scene. Then, they would gang up on the villain decided by the mob and vent their frustrations. Humanity hadn’t progressed an inch since the witch hunts we learned about in history class. This was why Chiharu despised people.

Of course, Chiharu was human too, and she didn’t deny that she had similar ugly desires. It’s simple: she enjoyed others’ misfortune but hated being the target. So, she was determined to put an end to this.

She flattered Takashi, donned the expensive, exclusive costumes, and manipulated the bulletin board to attack those defending Naoki and that girl. She guided the people on-site to ensure her victory. Specifically, she planned to incite the crowd to chant “bitch” and “cheater” when Naoki and the girl started telling their love story on stage, revealing their true colors.

Given their delinquent appearance, the other spectators would likely accept this narrative. While she believed they could win on merit, Chiharu’s cautious nature led her to eliminate even the slightest chance of losing. Thus, the outcome was already decided.

(How foolish, Naoki. As kind as you are, you could never win against me in a fight…)

Even with victory assured, Chiharu couldn’t feel joy. Instead, she felt hollow, sad, and even sorry for Naoki. She knew he wasn’t the one at fault—she was. She had cheated, betrayed him, and spread lies out of selfishness.

But it couldn’t be helped. She was that kind of woman, a bad one, as Takashi had said. If Naoki had any fault, it was choosing her as his girlfriend.

Moreover, Chiharu still loved Naoki.

Talking to Naoki face-to-face after such a long time confirmed this feeling for her. Despite having discarded him, seeing Naoki and speaking with him again brought her immense relief and joy. It was like a comforting sense of home.

Well, Chiharu had no lingering attachment to the poor apartment she lived in before her remarriage.

Nevertheless, Naoki remained a special person to her.

That said, she had no desire to rekindle their relationship (at least not unless Naoki became wealthy). She didn’t want to hurt him for the sake of it.

If Naoki hadn’t resisted, Chiharu wouldn’t have gone to such extremes. All of this was the fault of that bitch.

If that bitch hadn’t intervened, Naoki would have given up. So, they needed to be crushed here.

With that resolve, Chiharu stepped onto the stage.

“And that concludes the list of contestants! Wow, we have another wonderful set of couples this time!”

“…What…?”

Chiharu couldn’t help but express her shock at the host’s words. The students who had gathered to carry out sabotage were also buzzing with confusion.

Naoki and the bitch were not in the contest.