"No way! What did you just say, Kazuki...?!"
On a cloudy July afternoon, Kirizaki Kirie stood in the dimly lit hallway after school, doubting her own ears.
"Why would you...?"
"It's none of your business, Kirie! Who I date is my choice!"
Her childhood friend—Kazuki—spat out the words.
It was a face she'd never seen before.
They'd been together since they were old enough to remember, but he'd never directed such loathing at her—
That was what shocked Kirie more than anything.
More than learning that the boy she'd harbored feelings for had found a girlfriend.
Kazuki stood protectively in front of his new girlfriend, as if to shield her from Kirie's aggressive stance, his posture almost threatening.
"Kirie, are you my guardian or something? You've always been so naggy, even back in the old days!"
"Na—"
I'd never even been in a fight.
Kazuki Kouno was, to put it kindly, a mild-mannered boy. His classmates would call him "a timid, unremarkable type."
Kirie felt compelled to protect him, always sticking up for him whenever anything came up. He was right about that.
But... I never wanted to be his guardian. I just wanted to be by his side more than anyone else.
Just that.
Outside the window, large raindrops suddenly began falling, drenching the school building's windows.
"Let's go, Aika."
"Are you sure, Kazuki?"
The girl behind him looked apologetic.
"It's fine. Kirie probably thinks of me as nothing more than a toy anyway. And she... betrayed me without a second thought."
"Wait, wait!"
It's a misunderstanding.
Kirie opened her mouth, desperate to say it, but her throat constricted, and the words wouldn't come out.
All she could hear was the rhythmic pelt of raindrops against the window, echoing loudly in her mind.
Kazuki, paying her no heed, took the hand of the ponytailed beauty—Aika—and walked away.
"It's not like that... It's not like that at all..."
The blurring of her vision from tears meant she could no longer see their retreating figures. That was at least a small mercy.
If I didn't think that, I wouldn't have been able to stand.
Kirie and Kazuki had been childhood sweethearts since infancy, and before she knew it, she was harboring feelings for him. She couldn't remember why exactly.
Perhaps it was something that had simply rubbed off on her. They had been together constantly, and she had always assumed that they would continue to be inseparable forever.
I never doubted that I would end up with him someday, and I applied to this school specifically because it was Kazuki's top choice. Kirie could have easily gotten into a higher-ranked school if she'd wanted to.
I'm painfully aware of my clumsiness when it comes to romance.
I've never been able to tell him how I really feel.
Instead, I showered him with harsh words, meant as admonishment... Looking back now, I realize he probably didn't appreciate that at all.
(I was probably being too nosy... Yeah, that's why Shinohara-san and...)
She's a quiet, beautiful girl my age.
She's the complete opposite of me.
My friends compliment Kirie on her cuteness, but I never really saw it.
More importantly, I think Shinohara Aika, who's now taken Kazuki's "girlfriend" spot, is far more beautiful.
Beautiful black hair. Snow-white skin. A gentle, lovely face. She carried herself with a fragile air, as if she had been raised in isolation from the opposite sex, as if she might vanish if touched.
"...I'm such an idiot."
She saw her reflection in the window.
Her face was a mess from crying.
Her usually uplifted eyes were now swollen and distorted. Tears had caused her messy hair to stick to her cheeks.
Even her current hairstyle was something she had adopted to please Kazuki.
A ponytail. Kirie hadn't heard this directly from him, but she had been sporting this hairstyle ever since fifth grade, emulating a character from one of his favorite manga.
"Shinohara-san had a ponytail too..."
Her long, smooth black hair suited the style perfectly.
She's so much better than I am.
If Kirie's memory serves her correctly, Aika hadn't worn her hair in a ponytail, nor had she adorned herself with a cute bow, until very recently.
Maybe she changed to match Kazuki's preferences...
The thought alone brought tears streaming down her face.
"Why...? Why doesn't this make me angry...? It just... hurts..."
Why couldn't I have been honest with myself?
If I had confessed to Kazuki sooner, maybe the one standing beside him now would be...
Her chest tightened with regret. Kirie crumpled to the floor of the hallway, hugging herself and shivering.
For Kirie, who had always been capable of anything, Kazuki had always been a clumsy boy.
Clumsy and inept, he was often treated with disdain by the other boys. No one bothered to see the true depth of Kazuki's heart, and that frustrated Kirie.
I was the only one by his side.
Somewhere along the way, I might have started feeling a sense of superiority.
Maybe I was being selfish...
That must have shown in my attitude.
So this outcome is entirely my own fault. Now, I understand that down to my bones.
But Kazuki's words were cruel too.
"Always so arrogant," "snobbish," "I hate you," and worst of all, "traitor."
He ranted endlessly. It seemed like he was putting on a tough act in front of his first girlfriend.
Ugh... Ugh... Nasty... Nasty...! Hic... Ugh...!
The part where I was wrong, I can't change. If Kazuki wants to blame me for that, I have to accept it.
Still, I was absolutely certain about one thing: I was not a traitor. That alone—that I couldn't correct that misunderstanding—was what hurt the most.
From the way Kazuki spoke, it seemed he'd misunderstood the cause of the covert bullying I'd endured from my male classmates. He seemed to think Kirie had been the one inciting the other boys.
That could never be true.
In fact, Kirie was the one who put an end to the bullying.
But they probably resented a girl butting in from the sidelines. So they apparently spread lies to Kazuki, claiming they'd just been led astray by Kirie.
I could only speculate as much, with no evidence to back it up.
And hating someone, resenting them... even thinking ill of them... it made me loathe myself.
But...
"Ugh...!"
I denied it, but no one believed me.
That was what hurt the most, what made her feel the most pathetic.
She didn't even have the energy to clear up the misunderstanding.
Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. At least she was alone. She couldn't let anyone see her in such a wretched state.
No, it's fine.
Kazuki had cut ties with her, and she'd been forced to witness her lover's affection. Could anything be more humiliating?
After crying herself out, Kirie despondently undid her ponytail, finally stood up, and trudged down the hallway.
Unaware that a man had been listening intently to every word from nearby.
*****
"Hmm..."
Shido Ryosuke watched Kirie's retreating figure with unsteady steps, pondering the scene he'd just witnessed.
His presence there was entirely coincidental, but he was surprised to recognize everyone involved.
Kirie and Kazuki were classmates.
Anyone who observed them could see that Kirie harbored feelings for that unremarkable guy.
Yet Kazuki remained completely oblivious. Ryosuke found his cluelessness utterly unbelievable.
True, Kirie's behavior toward Kazuki could be harsh at times, but it was obvious to Ryosuke that this was simply the flip side of her affection. To be unable to recognize such genuine affection... was less innocence than sheer stupidity.
Kirizaki Kirie—a beautiful girl who excelled academically and athletically, blessed with both talent and charm.
Her figure was striking too. Even through her uniform, many boys were captivated by her full chest, cinched waist, and alluring hips.
Though Kirie's fierce demeanor kept most boys at bay, careful observation revealed she was simply clumsy in matters of romance.
Despite her assertive beauty, she had many male admirers.
Apparently, she remained completely unaware of this.
Ryosuke had always thought Kirie was a classmate brimming with feminine charm, but...
Does she really look this good?
Apparently, she was more his type than he'd realized.
Now, what should I do?
With an unsettling smile, Ryosuke followed Kirie.
*****
By the time they were leaving school, a torrential rain was falling.
This was the height of the rainy season, and the weather had been like this for days. The sky had held out until midday, but as evening approached, the rain poured down as if someone had broken the seal on the heavens.
Kirie was walking home without an umbrella, getting drenched.
"..."
Ryosuke caught up to her drenched figure and called out.
"Hey, Kirizaki. Don't have an umbrella?"
He spoke casually, nonchalantly offering his own umbrella.
"?!... Shut up."
At first, Kirie startled and glanced at Ryosuke. But when she realized it was a classmate she wasn't particularly close to who had spoken to her, she averted her gaze after a single fleeting look, without even stopping her stride. She seemed determined not to let anyone see her tear-streaked face.
Just as I thought. Her expression is perfect.
Ryosuke's chest stirred with excitement.
She was strong-willed yet fragile. Her pride was so high that she couldn't bring herself to ask for help or show weakness. Seeing women like this aroused Ryosuke sexually.
More than that, he loved watching such a girl's face twist with anguish. Kirie's face now, a perfect balance of despair and self-loathing, was exactly Ryosuke's type.
But his hobby didn't end there. Capturing a girl in such a vulnerable state and making her his captive—that was the ultimate entertainment.
"Still, it's raining a lot, isn't it?"
Ryosuke chased after Kirie, who was walking away without acknowledging him, and kept talking. Naturally, there was no response. This was exactly what he'd expected.
"Hey, Kirizaki, didn't you always wear a ponytail?"
I asked the question so bluntly that...
"...That's none of your business," came the reply, tinged with anger.
"Even with your hair down, you'd still look great. Why don't you come to school like that tomorrow?"
"Ugh... ..."
Kirie glared at me fiercely and tried to walk away quickly. Her reaction was exactly what I'd expected, and I nearly burst out laughing.
"If I upset you, I'm sorry. Here."
Kirie was already walking away without even looking back at me. I strode forward and forced my way in front of her.
"What? Stop bothering me!"
"I said I'm sorry. But at least take this with you, okay?"
I grabbed Kirie's umbrella and thrust it toward her—a bright red umbrella that perfectly matched her image.
"Why...?"
Even Kirie's sharp mind froze.
Her question—"Why?"—carried a double meaning: Why did Ryosuke know about her umbrella, and why had he gone out of his way to bring it back?
"I just remembered you always carry this umbrella. You know, I saw Kirizaki leaving through the window earlier, but for some reason, she wasn't using an umbrella."
Today's forecast called for rain. A light drizzle had fallen earlier in the morning, and the weather had been like this for the past two weeks. No student would forget their umbrella.
"So, since this was left at the entrance, I thought it might be yours."
"It's not mine..." Kirie averted her gaze, denying it.
"It's not mine—"
"Then where's your umbrella?"
"...I didn't bring it."
It was a weak excuse.
Few umbrellas remained at the entrance used by second-year students, and there were no other red ones.
Ryosuke thought, Kirie probably only wears red because some guy told her it looked good on her.
Ryosuke made this assumption.
"But—"
"I already told you, it's not like that!"
Kirie seemed particularly unable to tolerate kindness from others, especially from guys like Ryosuke. He knew she felt disgust toward his type.
After all, he was the polar opposite of her "dream guy." He had a large circle of friends, both male and female, and there were constant rumors about his romantic entanglements. He interacted with others with a carefree, flippant attitude—a stark contrast to that guy, Kazuki, who was nothing like him.
In fact, Kirie was cold toward all boys except Kazuki. While she maintained basic social courtesy to avoid awkward situations, her complete disinterest in romance was evident in her demeanor.
Though, perhaps few boys were perceptive enough to pick up on her subtle feelings.
Given Kirie's nature, having other guys witness her vulnerable state must be the height of humiliation. And owing Ryosuke a favor? That must be the ultimate disgrace.
"Huh, seriously...?" Ryosuke feigned surprise, of course, it was all an act.
"So, you accidentally brought this instead? Well, that's a mess."
Pretending to be flustered, he noticed a flicker of guilt on Kirie's scowling face... This only fueled Ryosuke's sadistic amusement.
"Alright, I'll return this. Kirizaki, use this one!"
He forcefully took her hand, pressed the umbrella he'd been using into her grasp, and turned to dash into the torrential rain.
"W-wait—!" Kirie shouted.
"It's fine, just use it. Don't worry, I'll borrow another from the faculty room. You can return this tomorrow."
As Ryosuke sprinted away, spewing the words in a rush, Kirie's screams chased after him.
"N-no, that's mine—!"
He pretended to startle, abruptly stopping in his tracks—a performance he executed flawlessly.
"...That's mine! I don't want this kind of thing!"
My classmate, who isn't always straightforward, shoved back Ryosuke's umbrella and took back her own red one instead.
"..."
Kirie stood frozen, refusing to use her umbrella, silently letting the rain soak her.
She was probably too embarrassed about lying, couldn't think of an excuse, and couldn't even muster a proper apology. Yet she couldn't just leave like that either, so she was stuck in place.
Ryosuke finally burst out laughing.
"Heh, Kirizaki, you're actually quite clumsy, aren't you?"
"W-What?!"
"No, I just think you're kinda cute."
"H-Huh?!"
It was partly an act, but also partly true.
"Kirizaki, you've got such a troublesome personality, right?"
"..."
This hit a sore spot. It was the flaw she had just deeply realized.
"...I'm sorry! I wouldn't have bothered you..."
Kirie was about to say she wasn't causing any trouble, but then she realized she was in the middle of causing trouble right now, and she slumped dejectedly, speechless.
What a hopeless kid. Ryosuke chuckled, shaking his shoulders.
"Don't laugh! You're so infuriating!"
"People tell me that all the time. I know Kirizaki hates me, too."
"N-no, that's not it..."
"But I actually quite like Kirizaki, you know."
"W-what?"
"Even if Kirizaki isn't happy about it..."
"O-of course not..."
"Huh? Did I just get rejected? For real?"
That's exactly what I hate about you.
The sentiment was clearly written on Kirie's face.
Ryosuke switched to a serious tone. "Well, that's all irrelevant. Just make sure you take an umbrella and go home. They say idiots don't catch colds, but better safe than sorry."
"H-huh?! I don't want to hear that from you—"
"Right. I've never caught a cold either. Heh heh."
Ryosuke chuckled mockingly and said, "See you later, Kirizaki. I'll laugh if you call in sick tomorrow with a cold."
He gave Kirizaki Kirie a full dose of that infuriating smirk she hated so much before turning and leaving without waiting for her reaction. Kirie seemed about to protest, but Ryosuke was already out of earshot.
*****
When Ryosuke returned to his empty home and finished showering, a visitor arrived. His parents rarely came home, his older sister had moved out, and his younger sister was away at a club retreat today.
He took his guest to his bedroom, and they immediately began having sex on the bed.
"Ah... Ahh..."
The girl's sweet voice echoed. She straddled Ryosuke, who was lying on his back, thrusting her hips vigorously as she savored the act with her whole body.
She wore only her socks and school skirt, practically naked, her white buttocks turned toward Ryosuke as she thrust her hips vigorously, savoring the sensation of penetration.
"Ah...! Hn...! Aah...!"
As Ryosuke savored his lover's lewd moans and warm body, his mind remained preoccupied with images of Kirie.
Her face was like that of a feral cat on guard, her intense beauty hiding glimpses of wounded pain. Her long hair cascading in the rain. Her defiant eyelashes. Her uniform blouse clinging to her full breasts.
Each image stirred him.
"Hngh... Ryosuke... Ah, that feels so good! Please, Ryosuke, harder...!"
His lover, her black ponytail askew, shamelessly begged.
This is such a contrast to the face she shows at school.
Ryosuke felt as if this were someone else's problem. But it wasn't someone else at all; he was the one who had turned this innocent girl into this.
"You want me to move?"
"B-but... it feels so good when you move, Ryosuke..."
"Still, this is quite a sight. A guy seeing your ass and watching you thrust like this..."
"A-ah... D-don't say that, Ryosuke! That's so mean, don't say that..."
"What would everyone at school think if they knew? That Aika (--) was such a slut?"
"Ugh... N-no... Don't tell anyone... Don't make me look like this... Just you, Ryosuke, just you..."
Despite Ryosuke's scolding words, Shinohara Aika refused to stop indulging in her pleasure.
If anything, her arousal seemed to intensify—
"Ah... Aika, you were imagining something just now, weren't you? I could feel your muscles clenching around me."
"N-no! No, I wasn't! I swear I wasn't...! Ah, ah, ah!"
Her denials were utterly unconvincing, both in attitude and tone.
Aika was undoubtedly drowning in lewd fantasies, and the scolding only fueled her excitement further.
Proof of this was the sloppy, viscous fluid oozing from their joined flesh, soaking Ryosuke's abdomen. The sensation of her inner muscles gripping his shaft. The more he berated her, the stronger her body contracted, urging him toward climax.
"You know, Aika, you're really the best in bed."
"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah...!!"
Ryosuke didn't treat Aika like a girlfriend. He'd summon her whenever it suited him, then toy with her dewy, delicate naked body however he pleased.
Yet Aika didn't seem to resent it. Ryosuke was certainly the one who created this twisted relationship—but the ease with which he built it was due in no small part to Aika's own... aptitude.
Or perhaps it should be called her true nature.
At school, she presented herself as a quiet, model student. But Shinohara Aika's true nature lay far beyond that facade.
"Ryosuke-kun! Please... I'm begging you...!"
"Alright, alright. I'm thrusting, I'm thrusting... Just a moment."
In perfect sync with the rhythm of Aika's hips, Ryosuke drove his hardened shaft upward.
"Ugh?! Nngh... You're... you're stabbing me... Ahh, ah, I'm... I'm gonna... I can't stop...!"
He thrust deep inside her, just once. Aika's back arched and trembled violently as she climaxed.
"Ah... you're so easy to please, aren't you? Hey, are you even going to make me feel good?"
"I'm... I'm sorry... ah! aun!"
Ryosuke thrust his hips upward forcefully, driving deeper into Aika's spasming body, sending waves of pleasure through her.
"Yaaah! Nngh, ah, oh, nnggh!"
With each upward thrust, the wet squelch of her arousal splattered across the sheets.
"You're soaking the sheets. What are you gonna do about that?"
"I'm sorry, hyah, hiiu! Euh, nnuh, ooh?! Nnoh!"
"Anyway..."
Ryosuke sat up and pushed Aika's back down. She shifted into a four-point stance, ready to take his cock.
"Who was that again? Kazuki, right? Kazuki Kouno. Are you actually dating him?"
At the mention of her boyfriend's name, Aika frantically shook her head. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at Ryosuke.
"He... he just took it upon himself! I... I never meant for it to happen like that..."
"So you teased this innocent guy with your suggestive behavior? You're despicable."
"N-no, that's not true—!"
Ryosuke shifted the blame onto her, but Aika's protests were weak. After all—
"You're the type of girl who spreads your legs easily when pressed, aren't you, Aika?"
"N-no, that's not true... Please, Ryosuke, please believe me!"
This was because she was simply waiting to be scolded by Ryosuke.
In reality, Aika and Kazuki don't have a clear romantic relationship. There's been no confession of love, just Kazuki getting worked up over nothing—but even that much, Aika doesn't bother to explain to Ryosuke.
...Because it feels better this way.
"W-we're not like that, Kazuki-kun! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
"It's none of my business, so why are you apologizing? You just want to do this kind of thing with him, don't you?"
"I don't want to... with someone like that... I only want to do this with you, Ryosuke-kun... That's why..."
"Stop saying that kind of thing."
Ryosuke grabbed Aika's ponytail, which was swaying behind her head, and yanked it hard.
"Ugh!"
"You never used to wear your hair like this, did you? Did you do this just to get him to like you?"
"N-no...! He kept insisting, so...! And then... he gave me Shu Shu, and I couldn't refuse...!"
"Come on. If you couldn't refuse that, you'd have slept with him too, right? I bet you slept with me for the same reason—"
"No...!"
This time, her denial was genuine.
Even as she was relentlessly fucked from behind, Aika pleaded with Ryosuke.
"Only you, Ryosuke...! I only love you...! I don't want to do it with anyone else...! I don't want any other man's cock but yours...!"
"Haha. That's hilarious. So that virgin guy can't even touch you. All that effort to get together, and now what?"
"Ah...nngh?! Hah, hah... Ahn...!"
Was another climax approaching? Aika was already too overwhelmed to form coherent words.
"Oh, right..."
Ryosuke thought of Kirie.
"Do you know Kirizaki Kirie? She's in my class. I confessed to her, and she rejected me."
"Huh?! Ah, ah... Why...?! Ngh, nha...!"
"She... she says she likes Kazuki. Because of what you guys did, Kirizaki was really crushed. Even so, she still seems to like him."
The sudden mention of Kirie plunged Aika into utter confusion. But she had no time to process her turmoil as his penis relentlessly pounded her depths, the pleasure piercing her very being.
"Ugh... Nngh... Nno..."
"But you know... I still like Kirizaki. So... I'm going to start dating her."
"Hie... Don't... Don't... No... Nn... Nn... Nno... Ahg?!"
"Relax. I'm not tired of you yet. I'm still gonna fuck you like this."
"...Nn... Nngh...!!"
Despite the cruel words, she was actually getting aroused. Ryosuke could tell through his penis.
"Seriously, getting turned on by this? You're the worst bitch."
"Ah... Nngh... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry!!"
"It's fine. I forgive you. I'll keep spoiling you anyway."
"~~~~~ Ryosuke... Ah... Nngh... Hyaah... Yaaah... I'm... I'm cumming..."
Her pussy clenched down even tighter, squeezing him with desperate intensity.
"Aika. I'm gonna come. Can I fill this damn slut's pussy with my cum?"
"Huh? Nnngh! ...Y-yes!"
"What about your begging?"
"Ah— Aika's bitch pussy— Ryosuke, give it to me! All of it— I want it— I want it all! Cover my pussy with your sticky mess— make it slippery and messy— I want it— I want it— I want it—!"
As Aika's orgasm peaked, Ryosuke released the thick, hot, viscous fluid that had been building inside his shaft, flooding her cunt with gushes of white semen.
"Nnnngh... Ah— It's coming— It's coming— Ah— Yaaah— Nnnngh—!"
Ryosuke held down Aika's hips as she trembled, drowning in the peak of pleasure, driving deeper inside her to milk every last drop of ecstasy from her. Even as he felt his core melt with pleasure, his mind was already drifting to his next conquest.
*****
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