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.

Isn’t This The Part Where You’d Like To See The Cheating Bitch’s Role?

Tap, tap, tap.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Splurt.

“…………Phew.”

The wealthy-looking college guy, Kaneshiro Takashi, flopped beside Chiharu with a satisfied expression.

“That felt amazing…~”

Basking in the afterglow, Takashi asked innocently, “How was it for you, Chiharu-cha~n?”

“…………It was really~ wonderful~,” Chiharu responded with a perfect customer service smile.

Of course, inwardly, she thought,

(It wasn’t good at all, you short, quick, premature ejaculator! You had me serving you non-stop without any foreplay, and then it was in and out in a flash. I couldn’t even feel you inside me! And what was with that stupid rhythm? Trying to make me laugh? Don’t mock sex! Lick my pussy properly, dammit!)

(I can’t believe I’m so unsatisfied! Maybe I made the wrong choice…)

Regret bubbled up inside her.

Naoki always took his time, making sure she came several times with foreplay before putting it into her. He was well-endowed and attentive, making their sessions long and satisfying. Chiharu had taken it for granted that this was the norm until she slept with Takashi.

(…No, no! I’m done with Naoki! Even if this guy’s sex is terrible, he’s got a good face, a wealthy family, and a promising future!)

She scolded herself out of her weak moment. Choosing the right man was crucial in life.

Snagging a good man meant a rosy future, becoming a housewife who lived off her husband’s money, enjoying life to the fullest. A bad man meant the opposite.

Chiharu knew this all too well from experience.

Her biological father was a useless spendthrift who put the family through endless hardships.

She was embarrassed to invite friends over to their dingy apartment, and she rarely got what she wanted. Most of her belongings were hand-me-downs or second-hand, and she was bullied as a child, called “the poor girl” because of it.

It was her current father who changed her miserable life.

Though he was more than ten years older than her mother and not much to look at, he had enough money.

Thanks to him, they moved into a nice house, and she got new clothes.

And an allowance!

Her mother no longer had to work from morning till night, her once worn-out face now looking youthful. She spent her days happily, going on trips with friends and attending cultural classes, making up for the years of hardship.

Thus, Chiharu learned the importance of choosing the right man.

Naoki wasn’t a bad guy, but the idea of marrying him left her with doubts.

Naoki was indeed kind.

Since they were neighbors, he’d been gentle and protective of her from bullying since they were kids. Only now, after sleeping with other men, did she realize how attentive and skilled he was in bed. He noticed the smallest changes, always complimenting her on being cute or pretty. Chiharu appreciated and was happy about that, and there was no denying there was love between them.

But that was all.

Even the worthless man who left her mother loved her and was likely good in bed. She knew this because, after making her mother cry, their bedroom was filled with creaking and moaning. While Naoki wouldn’t necessarily turn out like him, love alone couldn’t bring happiness.

Additionally, Naoki had a bit of a spending problem.

He often spent his hard-earned part-time wages on inexplicable otaku merchandise.

Sure, he bought her presents for birthdays and often paid for dates, but it paled in comparison to the stories of her friends who had snagged “good guys.”

Plus, he was a bit off.

She didn’t want random anime character-themed accessories or to visit overpriced collaboration cafes.

If he had that kind of money, she would rather he buy her branded items that everyone envied or take her to Instagram-worthy date spots to brag about.

In the end, Naoki was just a nice guy, but not a “great guy.”

Would she truly be happy if she married him?

She was born so cute, and many guys were after her. Should she really spend her precious youth with just one man?

Maybe there were better partners and greater possibilities for her.

That was when Takashi appeared.

Takashi was the tutor her current father hired, an heir to a wealthy family attending a prestigious university to gain life experience. Handsome and tall, he’d make anyone envious if she had him as her boyfriend.

When she tested her allure on him, he fell for it easily.

It felt great.

Maybe she had underestimated her own value.

Dating Takashi was the best.

He took her to fancy restaurants Naoki had never been able to afford (though she couldn’t appreciate the taste) and bought her branded accessories Naoki couldn’t even dream of affording (or knowing existed).

The conversations were so dull she struggled to keep from yawning, but the luxury made up for it.

When he invited her to his house with obvious ulterior motives, she felt triumphant.

After all, he must have been spending on her with this intention all along.

Chiharu had always been interested in experiencing sex with other men, and maintaining a relationship with Takashi seemed to be a logical step.

She had assumed that since he lived in a neighboring town, there was no way he could find out. But she was shocked to discover that Naoki was in such an unexpected place.

It was an impossible situation to justify. Naoki was fully aware of Chiharu’s true nature, which was far from the innocent persona she projected. Consequently, Chiharu decided to coldly calculate and end things with Naoki.

She felt guilty and remorseful.

Naoki had been her childhood friend, and they had been together for over three years. He was also her first sexual partner. There were many memories associated with him.

Had she been born into a typical, ordinary family, she might not have made such choices.

However, this was not the case. For Chiharu, achieving happiness meant securing a high-quality partner.

Ultimately, she could not afford to lose both Naoki and Takashi by acting recklessly. Thus, she maintained a facade of normalcy while engaging with Takashi.

Despite the disappointing and lackluster experience, the view of the city lights from Takashi’s luxury apartment was beautiful.

As Chiharu contemplated her next steps, she realized she needed to consider the potential consequences. Would Naoki spread the news about their encounter?

Naoki was exceedingly kind, so there was a possibility he might not share the information. But there was no guarantee.

Even a 1% chance of the information being leaked needed to be addressed. Otherwise, she risked losing her carefully cultivated image of an innocent, elegant woman.

Men generally prefer virginal and demure women over those with a reputation for promiscuity. Such women are not considered suitable for serious relationships or marriage.

Chiharu’s goal was to find a high-quality partner. Although breaking up with Naoki was deeply painful, it also meant she could pursue relationships without concern for him.

To achieve this, she needed to protect her image of innocence. Thus, she hardened her heart and took preemptive action. She felt regretful towards Naoki, but ultimately, everyone prioritizes their own well-being.

(…It was a bit excessive to say that he sleeps with anyone, though.)

Chiharu hadn’t intended to exaggerate that much. However, the other girls around her were overly sympathetic, probing into her situation, which led her to embellish the story.

Sorry, Naoki! I’m truly sorry!

But I promise I will find happiness for sure!

Otherwise, Naoki, who became a casualty, won’t find peace.

Thus, Chiharu continued her relationship with Takashi, maintaining physical intimacy with him.

“Hey, Chiharu-chan. Can I ask you one thing~?”

“What is it?”

“How about a sweet blowjob from your sweet mouth~.”

“……Oh~, Takashi, you’re such a sweet talker~.”

(There’s no way I’m going to do that! You should be the one pleasing me!)

The words nearly escaped her, but instead, Chiharu swallowed her frustration along with the task at hand.