Meeting the cheater

Magpies... crafty, cunning, and masters of mischief—nature's original thieves, those sneaky motherf*ckers.

I can't help but think of Magpies as an example of a cheater in a relationship.

Why do people cheat?

Why would someone want to leave their lover for someone who is "better" simply for the thrill?

Why can't they just be single and sleep with anyone?

That's the question I've been asking myself for years whenever I see a couple split up, including in the NTR doujins.

Which perfectly describes a Magpie: attracted to shiny objects, often leaving behind what they already have for the thrill of something new...

I sighed, shutting the book with a satisfying thunk.

Here I was, looking for some deeper wisdom in the animal kingdom, but all I got was confirmation: even among animals, there are crafty little backstabbers. Magpies, foxes—nature's original con artists.

It's almost inspiring, really, like the universe is just telling me, "See? Survival of the sneakiest."

So… why am I in the library, of all places?

The quietest, most mind-numbingly still place in the entire university.

Honestly, it feels like being in a soundproof box, where even a sneeze echoes like a megaphone.

I'd rather be just about anywhere else, yet here I am, surrounded by dusty shelves and people whispering like they're plotting a heist. There must be some reason I ended up here...

Oh! That's right—I'm here to hang out with Nio, our newly-acquired friend.

The guy who's as out of place as I am in this cathedral of silence.

Strange choice for a meet-up, but hey, maybe it's his vibe.

The quiet, the stacks of books, the dim lighting... all of it practically screams "brooding introvert sanctuary." So here I am, ready to delve into the mysterious world of Nio Kenji.

And I can take this opportunity to observe his ex-girlfriend... Ayame Takahashi.

Perfect.

The quiet library setting means I can keep an eye on her without drawing too much attention.

Ayame—she's a mystery wrapped in that deceivingly sweet smile, the kind that probably made Nio fall in the first place.

Finally, after what seems like decades, Nio enters, looking as worn-out and mysterious as ever. I barely wait for him to seat down before I nearly burst in his direction.

"MY MAAAAAAN!" I yell loudly enough to make heads turn in all directions. The library falls silent, with eyes looking at me from every corner. I give them an embarrassed grin and murmur, "Whoops, my bad."

Nio chuckles quietly, undisturbed, and slides into the seat across from me with his typical ease.

"You must really like Western culture, huh?" he asks, raising an eyebrow with his subtle, knowing smile.

blink, caught off guard.

"Wait—how'd you pick up on that so fast?"

Nio shrugs, his gaze calm but with a small, amused smile. "You just… don't act like most people here. You're loud, you're upfront. It's refreshing, but pretty obvious you're different."

I grin, leaning in a bit. "So you do notice details. Here I thought you'd be the quiet, observant type. Not the type to call me out."

Nio shrugs, looking down, a bit embarrassed but holding his ground. "It's not like I'm calling you out. You just… stand out. A lot."

"Guess that's just my gift," I say with a smirk. "Standing out without even trying. But hey, it makes life interesting, right?"

He sighs, but there's a hint of a smile. "I guess so. People like you… shake things up a little."

"Oh, now that sounds like a compliment," I tease. "Next thing I know, you'll be thanking me for all this 'refreshing energy.'"

Nio rolls his eyes but doesn't deny it, glancing away with a quiet chuckle. "Or maybe I'll just learn to put up with it."

After chuckling to ourselves, our laughter dies down as we notice a couple walking into the library.

The woman stands out immediately—long, flowing hair that catches the light and a confident stride that screams attention.

She's laughing, her voice light and airy, but there's something about her demeanor that raises my eyebrows.

As she enters, she glances in Nio's direction, a smirk dancing on her lips, as if she's just stumbled upon an old friend but with a hint of mockery in her gaze.

It's the kind of look that could send a wave of discomfort rippling through the air, and I can't help but sense the tension building in Nio beside me.

Damn, I don't even need to ask Nio who that woman is.

The moment I laid eyes on her, I instantly recognized her—the Magpie of this NTR doujin world, a character plucked right from the pages of a story I never thought I'd find myself entangled in.

She's the quintessential femme fatale, and it's almost comical how perfectly she fits the role. Alluring, confident, and utterly unapologetic, she struts around like she owns the place, as if breaking hearts is just another hobby for her.

I turn to Nio, a playful smirk creeping onto my face. "I assume that's Ayame?" The question slips out, laced with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. His reaction is bound to be telling.

He glances in her direction, his expression shifting subtly as he acknowledges her presence. "Yeah, that's her," he replies, his tone a blend of resignation and something else—perhaps lingering hurt or even nostalgia.

"Interesting choice for a new boyfriend," I muse, leaning in slightly, eager to see how he processes this. "She certainly knows how to make an entrance, doesn't she?"

Nio's shoulders slump just a fraction, and I can tell he's wrestling with memories that bubble just below the surface. "It's hard to believe she's moved on so quickly," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nod, recognizing the emotional weight behind his words. "Well, it's not like we're surprised, right? The Magpie has her shiny new prize, and it seems like she's ready to flaunt it. You know, she thrives on this sort of attention. It's like a performance for her."

Nio's brow furrows, and I can see the internal conflict churning within him. "Yeah, I guess so. It's just... it stings to see her with someone else, you know?"

"Of course, it does," I respond, my tone shifting to one of sincerity. "But here's the thing—her life is just a show, a series of captivating acts designed to keep everyone entranced. You can't let her have that power over you. You deserve more than being a spectator in your own story."

I give him a moment to digest my words, hoping to spark a glimmer of resolve in him. The Magpie may be captivating, but Nio is the one with the depth and the potential for growth.

"Let's not let her steal the spotlight today. What do you say? We turn this into an opportunity instead."

With that, I wait for his response.

The air thick with tension as Nio processes my words.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze still lingering on Ayame and her new boyfriend, who seem blissfully unaware of the emotional turmoil they're stirring in him.

Finally, he lets out a long sigh, a mixture of resignation and contemplation washing over his features. "You're right," he murmurs, almost as if he's convincing himself. "I shouldn't let her get to me like this. It's just... hard, you know?"

"Of course, it is," I reply, keeping my tone light but firm.

"It's like you're watching a train wreck and can't look away. But you can't let that define you. She made her choice, and now it's your turn to make yours. Remember, you're not just a background character in her story; you're the hero of your own. And heroes don't get caught up in the drama of a Magpie's game."

Nio finally looks at me, his eyes glinting with a mix of gratitude and newfound determination. "You really think I can just... move on? Just like that?"

"Absolutely," I assert, leaning forward, energized by the conversation.

"You have the power to redefine your narrative. Focus on your own goals, your passions—whatever that is for you. Use this as fuel to elevate yourself. You'll find your way out of this funk, trust me. Besides, who needs a Magpie when you can soar higher than any bird?"

He chuckles softly, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. "Okay, I see your point. I'll try to keep that in mind."

"Good!" I exclaim, feeling a sense of victory. "Now let's grab some coffee and strategize. Maybe we can brainstorm how to make Ayame wish she hadn't traded up." I wink at him, knowing full well that the real victory lies in lifting him back up.

As we rise from our seats, I can sense the shift in the atmosphere around us. Nio's confidence may not be fully restored, but I can see the flicker of a spark igniting within him. And for me, that's a victory worth celebrating.

In the months that followed, I dedicated myself to helping Nio become his best self.

It became somewhat of a mission for me—after all, what's more exciting than witnessing a friend rise from the ashes of heartbreak?

With each passing day, I devised new strategies, sharing everything from motivational speeches to quirky exercises aimed at boosting his confidence.

We transformed our library hangouts into brainstorming sessions, where we'd dissect not only his feelings but also the bizarre world we found ourselves in.

I encouraged him to step out of his comfort zone, whether that meant striking up conversations with new people or diving headfirst into activities that made him uncomfortable—like karaoke, which turned into a surprisingly cathartic experience.

We also focused on personal goals—he dove into his studies with renewed vigor, exploring interests he never knew he had. I made it a point to introduce him to new friends, too—people who brought positive energy into his life and, more importantly, helped him realize that he was more than the sum of his past experiences.

With every small triumph—whether it was acing a test, giving an impromptu speech, or even just laughing at my terrible jokes—Nio grew more confident.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his transformation.

By the end of those months, it was evident that Nio was no longer the depressed guy I'd first met; he was evolving into someone vibrant and engaging, ready to face whatever life threw at him.

And as we celebrated his progress over cups of coffee or long discussions in the library, I couldn't help but think how much fun this whole adventure had been.

After all, what's better than seeing a friend reclaim their narrative and learn to soar, even when the past still whispered its doubts?

Phew... So, aside from helping Nio, I found myself diving into a rather different—and let's be honest, highly entertaining—pursuit: stalking Ayame.

I can tell her new boyfriends—yes, you heard that right, with an S—are all playboys.

Each one seems to be richer, more charming, and more ridiculously handsome than the last.

It's as if Ayame has a type, and that type is an endless parade of flashy, self-absorbed guys who think their money and looks can charm anyone into forgetting their past.

I've observed this trend unfold like clockwork.

One day, she's with a suave, well-dressed guy flaunting his designer watch; the next, it's a muscular athlete whose Instagram is filled with beach selfies and flashy cars.

It's almost comical how predictable her choices are, each one trying to outdo the last in the superficial game of "Who's Hotter?"

I look at the friend group of Nio that I made for him; he doesn't know that the best thing will happen to him later on.

"I have to go, my dudes," I said, standing up from the chair with a light stretch, feeling the slight ache in my back from sitting for too long.

There's something invigorating about being on the move, especially after a long session of observing Ayame and her latest plaything.

"Where you going?" Nio asked, his brow slightly furrowed in curiosity, clearly interested in my sudden departure.

I could see the flicker of concern in his eyes, like he wanted to ensure I wasn't getting caught up in anything too chaotic.

"Just running a few errands," I replied nonchalantly, trying to keep the mood light. "You know how it is—life in this university isn't all about sitting in libraries"

I wave goodbye to them and they waved back.

As I stroll casually through the hallways, I spot Ayame storming toward me, eyes blazing, jaw clenched. Her strides are quick and full of purpose—a woman on a mission, and I'm the target. Perfect.

"Hoho, what do we have here?" I say, barely able to suppress the victorious smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. I stop in my tracks, letting her march right up to me.

"Who the hell are you?" she spits, her voice a low hiss laced with venom.

"Why did you destroy my plan? Do you have any idea what you've done?" She's practically shaking, her grip tightening on my collar as if she could squeeze answers out of me by force.

I raise an eyebrow, thoroughly enjoying this turn of events. "Oh, me?" I say with faux innocence, brushing a piece of lint off my shoulder, even as she maintains her iron grip on my collar. "Just a concerned citizen doing my part to make this university a better place. You know, keeping it free of, shall we say, distractions like you."

Her eyes narrow dangerously, and she grits her teeth, struggling to keep her composure.

"All of my assets are now gone," she snarls, her voice low and fierce, as though she's trying to wrap her head around what's happened. "You… how did you even manage to pull off something like that?"

I lean in slightly, close enough that she can hear every word.

"Oh, Ayame," I murmur, my tone dripping with mock sympathy. "It's not about what I did; it's about how easy it was. Your so-called 'assets' were hanging by a thread. All I did was… give them a little nudge."

"YOU!!!!!" She says as she about to slap me

PAAAAAUSE.

Before I get slapped you may be wondering why is this 'Magpie' so angry at me? Now imagine again, like I told you back at chapter 2...think like your watching a movie in a TV with remote now.....go backwards

plap plap plap plap "auuugh....FUCK THIS NTR DOUJIN IS SO GOOD....especially the art style....YEAH YEAH I'LL BE THERE....STOP BANGING THE BLOODY BATHROOM STALL ALBERT!!"

No not that far fast forward a bit...

"get your greasy tits away you stupid slut!!!"

Fast forward a bit.

"Excuse me, my friend over there likes you."

There we go!, now you may be wondering why I made you fast backward?? Because here, I am gonna show you how I pulled the 'feat' in order to destroy her.

2 MONTHS AGO.....

Sitting on a random bench in the courtyard, I settle in, watching Ayame from a distance.

She's pacing, phone in hand, wearing that smug, calculated expression she's perfected, completely unaware of my gaze.

I lean back, fingers tapping lightly on my knee as I take mental notes. She's in the middle of some conversation, one of her endless calls, no doubt, always scheming, always planning.

"I see... I think I have an idea to make it happen," I mutter to myself.

I stretch my legs, push myself up from the bench, and start wandering through the university grounds, taking in the familiar sights with fresh intent. 

Where is it.....Where is it.....there....a perfect type of woman

 A woman standing with a group of friends, laughing animatedly.

She seemed like the classic social butterfly—one of those people who could chat effortlessly with anyone, with just the right amount of charm and confidence to draw attention without even trying.

She wasn't overly preoccupied, looking around the area with a casual, almost expectant glance, her eyes lighting up at each new face that passed by.

And then, it clicked. She was single, definitely scanning the crowd for someone who fit her type—a guy who checked all her boxes: confident, good-looking, and someone who knew how to stand out.

I'm gonna be completely honest, there are plenty of girls here who fit that same profile—social, single, and perpetually on the hunt for the next attractive distraction. Which, in my case, means the "resources" are practically endless. No problemo

Alright, now that we've found exactly what we're looking for—a perfect candidate to observe and maybe even meddle with a little—it's time to level up the game.

Let's go hunting for one of Ayame's boyfriends.

Shouldn't be too hard; they practically stand out in this crowd, with that overconfident swagger and an aura of 'I'm way too important for this place.'

After a bit of aimless strolling, I finally spotted him—Kazuo, the son of one of the wealthiest families in Japan.

It's like he's almost too easy to pick out: impeccably dressed even for a campus that prides itself on casual wealth, exuding that quiet arrogance only someone with absurd amounts of money can manage.

His expression is cool and collected, the kind that probably has people lining up to be in his favor. but we all know he is a playboy because that's the type of man she aims for.

I approach Kazuo casually, eyeing his designer jacket with a hint of admiration.

"Hey, nice jacket. Not something you see around here every day," I say, flashing a friendly smile as I make my introduction. "I'm Takuya. Just thought I'd give credit where it's due—good taste in clothes speaks volumes, you know?"

He glances at me, giving a small nod as his eyes flick over my outfit, clearly sizing me up before he returns the polite nod.

"Kazuo," he replies, his tone cool but polite. "Appreciate it. Good to see someone here with an eye for quality."

I let a casual chuckle slip, hoping to set an easygoing tone. "It's rare to see that level of style around here—guess we're in the same boat, huh? Just curious, you always have this kind of sense, or is there a secret to your style game?"

A hint of a smirk breaks through his composed expression. "Let's just say it comes naturally," he replies smoothly, radiating the confidence I expected.

I study Kazuo's reaction closely.

He's confident, sure, but there's something more in the way he glances at people, especially the girls who pass by.

There's an air of entitlement, as if he's used to being admired and entertained by an entourage. My hunch sharpens.

I lean in just enough to catch his attention and say with a sly grin, "You're the type who likes having options, huh? A bit of a harem fan, am I right?"

For a second, he looks taken aback, but then a slow, amused smirk creeps onto his face. "Heh, maybe you're not as clueless as you look," he chuckles, clearly amused but a bit on guard now.

"Figured as much," I reply, keeping my tone light, almost playful. "It's in the way you carry yourself—you've got that 'king of the social jungle' vibe. Can't imagine you're the type to settle down with just one. Am I wrong?"

Kazuo's grin widens, and he gives a casual shrug, almost as if to play coy.

I give Kazuo a confident smile, leaning in just a bit, lowering my voice to spark a sense of secrecy and allure.

"Listen, Kazuo—I can help you get a better girl. Imagine it as if you just leveled up, like adding ten new girls to your list without lifting a finger."

His eyes flicker with interest, and I can tell he's hooked, at least curious. I keep my tone relaxed, as though this is just a casual favor between friends.

"In fact," I continue, raising an eyebrow for effect, "I know just the one who'd fit right in with your...taste. She's exactly what you're looking for. You let me handle the introduction, and trust me, you'll be thanking me later."

I watch as he considers it, intrigued but cautious, and I can practically see him weighing the potential.

Kazuo crosses his arms, sizing me up. "Why should I trust you?" he says, skepticism lacing his tone. "Plenty of people say they can 'hook me up,' but it's usually some waste of my time."

I give a relaxed chuckle, shrugging like this is the easiest sell in the world. "Kazuo, I get it. But see, I'm not here to waste your time—I'm here to save it. I know your type, and I know you're after quality, not quantity. Why mess around when I can introduce you to the real deal?"

He raises an eyebrow, clearly still not fully convinced but intrigued despite himself. "And what's in it for you?"

"Simple. I make connections, I get favors. Think of me as a broker for... let's call it mutually beneficial arrangements," I say with a smirk. "You get the girl—or girls, if you're up for it—and all I get is the satisfaction of knowing you're a satisfied client."

Kazuo hesitates, glancing away as if weighing the idea. "Fine. Say I go along with this... What's stopping you from bringing me some girl who's not my type?"

I grin, leaning back. "If she's not everything I promised, you can walk away without a second thought. But trust me, you'll find that I have a knack for making the right match."

With that, he nods slowly, still skeptical but clearly intrigued enough to play along. He holds out his hand. "Alright. Show me what you've got."

"Now that's the spirit." I take his hand in a firm shake, sealing the deal. "You won't regret it, Kazuo."

Two days later, I set everything in motion. The girl from before—social, single, and looking for the right kind of thrill—was Kazuo's perfect match, or at least a good start. Now, all I needed to do was make the introduction.

I spot her across the courtyard, laughing with her friends, her casual confidence unmistakable. Perfect timing.

Strolling over, I wait for a lull in their conversation, then clear my throat with just enough charm to get her attention.

"Excuse me," I say, gesturing behind me. "My friend over there, yeah, the one looking like he just walked off a billboard, has taken quite an interest in you."

I point at Kazuo, who's standing a little way off, hands in his pockets, giving off just the right amount of casual cool.

She glances over, and her eyes light up with immediate intrigue.

She tilts her head, curiosity sparking in her eyes. "What's your name?" she asks, her interest piqued, clearly wanting to size me up a little before taking the bait.

I flash a confident grin. "Me? I'm just the middleman, the wingman, the guy who makes sure interesting people meet other interesting people." I gesture again to Kazuo, who's still playing it cool, casually pretending not to be watching. "But if you're asking for introductions, I'm more than happy to facilitate."

She laughs, glancing between me and Kazuo. "Alright, mystery man. I'll play along."

"But first," I say smoothly, leaning in with a grin, "what's your name, fine lady?"

She raises an eyebrow, clearly amused but trying to keep her composure. "Ayaka," she says, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "And are you always this forward with strangers?"

"Only the ones who look like they can handle it," I reply with a playful shrug.

"So, Ayaka, what do you say? Kazuo's a good guy—he's practically royalty around here. And between you and me, he hasn't stopped talking about you since he laid eyes on you."

I glance over to Kazuo, who gives a small nod, trying to keep his cool while also visibly grateful for my smooth intro.

Ayaka glances over at him and then back at me, clearly intrigued. "Alright, let's see what this Kazuo has to say. But remember, middleman," she says, lowering her voice, "I'll be keeping an eye on you too."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," I say, flashing a grin as I gesture Kazuo over to make his move.

As Kazuo approaches, I step aside with a welcoming smile, extending a hand between them as though presenting two VIPs at an exclusive event.

"Ayaka, meet Kazuo," I say, voice smooth and confident. "Kazuo here happens to be one of the most eligible bachelors around—smart, sharp dresser, comes from quite the impressive background."

Kazuo gives her a small nod, a hint of nervousness in his otherwise polished demeanor. "Nice to meet you, Ayaka," he says, his eyes lighting up as he speaks her name.

"And Kazuo," I continue with a smirk, "this is Ayaka. She's as quick-witted as she is charming, and trust me, she's not easily impressed, so you're going to have to bring your A-game."

Ayaka tilts her head, giving him a playful but appraising look. "Is that so? Well, let's see what you've got, Kazuo," she says, with a slight smile that's equal parts challenge and intrigue.

Kazuo chuckles, trying to match her energy. "I think I can manage that," he replies, shifting his stance with a newfound confidence.

"Perfect," I say, taking a step back. "I'll leave you two to get acquainted. I have a feeling this will be... interesting." With that, I give them a nod, watching as they start to chat, my mission complete—for now.

As the clock strikes 7:00 PM, I find a prime spot where I can observe without being seen. The dimly lit corner of the courtyard offers a perfect vantage point. My heart races with anticipation; this is the moment I've been waiting for.

I see Ayame and Kazuo standing close, their voices escalating. Ayame's arms are crossed tightly across her chest, her brows furrowed in annoyance.

Kazuo, on the other hand, looks unperturbed, leaning casually against a nearby railing, his relaxed posture contrasting sharply with Ayame's agitation.

"Are you seriously going to pretend like I don't know what you're up to?" Ayame snaps, her voice sharp enough to cut through the evening air.

"You think I wouldn't notice you flirting with that girl? You're just another playboy trying to impress everyone with your money!"

Kazuo smirks, his confidence radiating from him. "Flirting? Come on, Ayame. I'm just having some fun. Besides, it's not like you're being a saint either."

I lean in closer, fascinated by the back-and-forth.

This is it—the clash of egos that I set in motion. Kazuo's demeanor is cool and collected, while Ayame's face is painted with irritation and disbelief.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she retorts, her voice rising an octave. "I thought we had something real, Kazuo! If you're just going to throw it all away for some cheap thrill, then what's the point?"

Kazuo shrugs, feigning indifference.

"Look, Ayame, you knew what you were getting into when you started dating me. You can't expect me to put my life on hold because you're feeling insecure."

I can't help but smirk at how smoothly Kazuo is handling this confrontation. He's not backing down, yet he's clever enough to play it cool. Ayame, however, is clearly struggling to regain control of the situation.

This is where the fun begins—watching Ayame squirm as her carefully constructed facade starts to crack under the pressure.

As their heated argument escalates, I can see the frustration and anger radiating off Ayame.

It's almost palpable. Kazuo stands firm, unyielding, and with each of his words, it becomes increasingly clear that the tension is about to reach a breaking point.

"Maybe you're right," he says nonchalantly, crossing his arms. "This isn't working for me. I need someone who can keep up with my lifestyle, not someone who's going to cling on to me for dear life."

I feel a rush of excitement as the implications of his words sink in.

This is exactly what I wanted—a fracture in their relationship, the beginning of Ayame's downfall. The betrayal that she's inflicted on Nio is coming back to haunt her in the worst possible way.

"What are you saying?" Ayame's voice trembles slightly, but she quickly steels herself. "You can't just throw away everything we had because you can't keep your eyes to yourself!"

Kazuo shrugs, a smug grin on his face. "What we had? You're kidding, right? This was never anything serious to me. Just a fun distraction until something better came along."

With that, I watch as Ayame's expression shifts from anger to shock, the reality of the situation hitting her hard.

Her mouth opens and closes as she struggles to find a response. Finally, she blurts out, "You're just a selfish jerk! I can't believe I wasted my time on you!"

Kazuo chuckles, shaking his head. "Save it, Ayame. You'll be fine. There are plenty of guys out there who would be happy to have you."

And with that, I see the moment I've been waiting for. Ayame's shoulders slump in defeat as she realizes that her attempts to control the situation have failed spectacularly.

"Goodbye, Kazuo," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

I can't help but smirk at the scene unfolding before me. Ayame, the manipulative Magpie, has just lost her prized catch. This was the outcome I was aiming for, the perfect culmination of my plans.

Kazuo strides away, a confident swagger in his step, leaving Ayame standing there, visibly shaken and lost in her thoughts. The moment he's out of sight, I lean closer, intrigued by the storm brewing in her mind.

She mutters to herself, barely loud enough for me to catch, "He's useless anyway... I have more 'wallets' richer than him, anyway."

A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips as I take in her words.

This woman has some audacity, claiming multiple "wallets" as if they're nothing more than accessories to her lifestyle.

The sheer gall of it is almost impressive. But this is the very nature of the Magpie—always flitting from one shiny object to another, never satisfied with what she has.

After that, I executed my plan flawlessly with all of Ayame's so-called "wallets."

Over two months, I meticulously dismantled her web of deceit, targeting each of her assets with surgical precision. Some were easy to sway, letting their guards down around me as I planted seeds of doubt about Ayame's intentions.

The more challenging targets required finesse; I relished the thrill of pushing their boundaries, making them question their worth to her.

Each whispered conversation and calculated tactic brought me closer to my goal: stripping Ayame of her power and showing her the consequences of her actions.

As I watched each breakup unfold, I savored the knowledge that I had orchestrated their downfalls. By the end, Ayame's circle had dwindled, her false confidence beginning to crack. It was almost poetic to see her grip on her social standing slip away, knowing her reign as the Magpie of this NTR world was coming to an end.

How did she find out it was me? It all came crashing down when she stumbled upon the business card I had slipped to one of her 'wallets' during our introduction. It had my name and contact information printed in bold letters, unmistakable and undeniably linked to me.

There....all caught up...

you can go back to where we left...hey....use your remote....uhhm...hello??

PRESENT DAY

I got slapped by Ayame, the sting of her hand lingering on my cheek as I touched the spot, a bemused smile creeping across my face.

"You lost," I said, the words slipping out with an amused chuckle.

She glared at me, her eyes blazing with anger and disbelief.

It was almost comical how her fury seemed to fuel my amusement.

Here was this woman, once so full of confidence and manipulation, now reduced to a flailing mess because of her own recklessness. I couldn't help but relish the moment, the irony of her predicament shining through.

As she huffed in frustration, her chest heaving with emotion, I leaned in slightly, maintaining my casual demeanor.

"You really thought you could play the game without consequences? It's not just about the cards you hold, Ayame. It's how you play them."

Her expression twisted with a mix of shock and indignation, and I could see the wheels turning in her head as she processed what had just happened.

This wasn't just a loss; it was a complete upheaval of her carefully constructed world. I could almost hear the gears grinding as she tried to reconcile her self-image with the reality of her situation.

"I didn't just take your wallets; I exposed you for what you really are—a player in a game you never truly understood," I continued, my tone light yet cutting. "It's almost poetic, really. All those men you manipulated, only for you to end up with nothing. How does it feel to be outsmarted at your own game?"

Her expression darkened further, rage boiling beneath the surface.

She opened her mouth to retort, but the words caught in her throat as the realization of her own failure sank in. I watched her, intrigued by the transformation of her bravado into vulnerability, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction.

In that moment, I was the puppet master pulling the strings, and she was just a marionette, flailing helplessly as I reveled in the unfolding drama.

"This is just the beginning, Ayame," I added, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I suggest you rethink your approach next time. Because believe me, there will be a next time."

With a final, lingering glance at her bewildered expression, I turned away, leaving her standing there in the aftermath of her own downfall, a perfect blend of fury and defeat.

As Ayame stormed into her dorm room, her fury was palpable. She kicked the door shut, the resounding thud echoing off the walls.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed a decorative pillow and hurled it across the room, watching it collide with the wall before tumbling to the floor.

"Useless!" she screamed, pacing back and forth as her heart raced. She swiped a stack of textbooks off her desk, sending them crashing to the ground. "How could I let him play me like that? That little—"

She stopped mid-sentence, her breath coming in quick bursts.

The anger was morphing into something darker, something that twisted in her chest. Frustration welled up as she thought about how I had humiliated her earlier. Her hands balled into fists, nails digging into her palms.

Suddenly, her mind flickered to Nio—the way he had once looked at her, the warmth in his eyes that had made her feel special, if only for a moment. A pang of nostalgia hit her, forcing her to stop in her tracks. "What if...?" she thought, her anger dissipating just a little as a new idea began to form.

"He's still hung up on me," she mused, a smirk creeping onto her face. "If I play my cards right, I can use that to my advantage."

The memory of Nio's soft-spoken demeanor and gentle spirit flooded her thoughts.

Despite everything, there was a part of her that missed the way he had cared for her—how he had genuinely wanted to make her happy. "He's probably still pining for me," she whispered to herself, almost as if trying to convince her own heart.

"Maybe it's time to remind him of what he's missing," she continued, a new fire igniting within her. "I can get him back on my side, and together, we'll make that smug bastard pay."

She turned away from the wreckage of her room, a newfound determination settling in. "Nio may still have feelings for me. I'll just have to reel him in and show him that I'm still the best option he'll ever have."

With that thought, Ayame began to plot her next move, the pieces falling into place as she envisioned how to turn this situation to her advantage. No longer would she allow herself to feel powerless; she would reclaim her control, one way or another.

Ayame took a deep breath, her mind racing as she typed out the message to Nio. She needed him to come to the center of the campus, where the bustling energy of students could serve as a backdrop to her performance (It's still busy because of night class for context).

It would help distract from the chaos she felt inside and give her a stage to play her cards right.

Hey, Nio... can you meet me at the center of campus? I really need to talk to you. I'm feeling so lost and upset right now...

She hesitated for a moment, pondering whether to dial up the drama. Would he respond better to sadness or vulnerability? No, she decided—she needed to come across as genuine but still invoke concern. After all, this was a delicate operation.

I know things have been rough between us, but I miss talking to you. It's just... everything that's happened lately has been overwhelming. Please?

With a soft tap, she sent the message, watching as the "delivered" notification appeared. Now all she could do was wait.

As she made her way to the center of the campus, she paced slightly, rehearsing the conversation in her mind. The air felt electric, charged with the uncertainty of how Nio would react. Would he still care? Would he remember the good times?

Once she reached the center, she found a bench under a large cherry blossom tree, its petals fluttering like confetti in the spring breeze.

She sat down, tapping her foot nervously. Students milled about, but her focus remained on the path, waiting for Nio to appear.

The anticipation was palpable, and with each passing moment, her heart raced. She adjusted her outfit, making sure she looked just right, projecting an image of someone who needed support, but was also still put together.

As the minutes ticked by, she fought to keep her composure, convincing herself that this meeting was her last chance. She would remind Nio of their history, evoke the feelings he once had for her, and, if all went according to plan, rekindle a connection that she desperately needed in her life.

Nio arrived a few minutes later, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity as he spotted Ayame sitting beneath the cherry blossom tree.

The sight of her looking so delicate, surrounded by falling petals, tugged at his heartstrings, even if he wasn't quite sure why he was feeling this way.

"Hey, Ayame," he said softly as he approached, his voice laced with caution. He took a seat next to her, glancing around as if to ensure they were in a safe space. "What's going on? You sounded upset in your message."

Ayame's heart raced at his presence. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She turned to him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, the corners of her lips turned down in a way that was both inviting and vulnerable. "I've just been feeling really overwhelmed lately, Nio. Everything that's happened… it's been a lot to handle."

She paused, letting her words hang in the air, hoping to draw him in. "I thought I could manage it on my own, but I feel so lost."

She glanced away for a moment, pretending to collect herself before returning her gaze to him. "I know we've had our differences, but I miss you. I miss talking to you, you know? It feels like you're one of the few people I can actually trust."

Nio shifted in his seat, clearly taken aback by her confession. "I mean… I get that things have been tough for you. But you know I'm here for you, right? I want to help, but… you've pushed me away."

Ayame nodded, biting her lip in feigned remorse. "I know. I didn't mean to. It's just that with everything going on—" she gestured vaguely, hoping to invoke empathy, "—I felt like I had to take care of myself. I guess I didn't realize how much I actually needed you until now."

She leaned slightly closer, lowering her voice to a more intimate tone. "Nio, I don't want to be alone anymore. I want to fix things between us. Can't we at least start over? I need a friend, someone I can rely on."

Nio studied her, his brow furrowed in thought. She could see the gears turning in his mind, and it was almost too easy.

Her act was convincing; she knew how to pull at his heartstrings. "I… I don't know, Ayame. It's just hard to forget everything that's happened. You've made choices that hurt me, you know?"

"Of course, I understand that. But what if we could look past that? I want to show you that I can be different. I can change. I just need a chance to prove it." She leaned in slightly more, her eyes locking onto his, trying to convey sincerity.

Nio hesitated, caught between memories of their past and the uncertainty of their present. "It's just… can I really trust you again? You've hurt a lot of people, including me."

Her heart pounded as she sensed his resolve wavering. "I promise I won't let you down this time," she said softly, hoping that her words would weave their way into his heart. "Please. Just give me the opportunity to show you I can be better. I need you, Nio."

As she spoke, she felt a surge of confidence. This was her moment to reclaim what she had lost. If she could manipulate him into thinking she was sincere, she might just find her way back into his good graces, and maybe even more.

Ayame felt the ground beneath her tremble as Nio's words pierced through her desperation like shards of glass. "Sorry, but I'm done with you."

His tone was calm but resolute, a stark contrast to the chaos that churned inside her. She blinked, stunned, as he stood there—taller, stronger, a man transformed. No longer the timid boy she once manipulated, Nio had shed the weight of her deceit and emerged as a force to be reckoned with.

"No! You can't do this to me!" she shrieked, panic clawing at her throat. The few students milling around the campus stopped to stare, their eyes widening at the scene unfolding before them. "Nio, please! Don't walk away!"

With a deep breath, he met her gaze, unwavering. "I'm not walking away, Ayame. I'm finally standing up for myself."

Her heart raced as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. "You don't understand! I was just trying to figure things out! I thought we had something special!"

"Special?" Nio echoed, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You mean your special talent for using people for your own gain? I'm done being one of your toys."

The blood rushed to her head as frustration boiled over. "I've changed, Nio! Can't you see that? I can fix this! I'll do whatever it takes!"

With each desperate plea, she could feel the onlookers' eyes piercing through her façade, their whispers beginning to ripple through the crowd. "Look at her; she's losing it." "What a scene!"

Nio crossed his arms, exuding an air of confidence that made Ayame's insides twist with a mix of anger and fear. "You keep saying that, but your actions tell a different story. I won't be your safety net anymore."

"Please, just give me another chance," Ayame begged, her voice breaking. "I'll make it up to you. I promise I can be better! We can be better!"

But Nio shook his head, the steely resolve in his eyes unwavering. "You think I'll forget how you treated me? I'm not that guy anymore. I deserve more than your empty promises."

"Don't leave me!" she cried, her voice rising to a near-wail, desperation lacing every word. "I can't face this without you! I'll—I'll make you see how much I care!"

But as he turned to leave, Nio's back straightened, a display of strength that sent a ripple through the gathered crowd. Ayame felt the dam inside her break, and a sob escaped her lips. "Nio, please! I can't be alone again!"

He paused just long enough to throw a glance over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth twitching in a half-smile. "You'll survive, Ayame. You always do."

With that, he strode away, his footsteps echoing in the tense air, leaving Ayame standing there, a storm of emotions swirling around her. The world felt like it was crashing down, and in that moment, she realized she was no longer in control.

The crowd, captivated by Nio's transformation, murmured their approval, seeing a young man who had taken charge of his life. As Ayame stood there, exposed and vulnerable, she understood that the boy she had once manipulated was gone, replaced by someone who had learned to wield his own power.

In that moment of defeat, her cries faded into the background, and all that remained was the undeniable truth: Nio had changed for the better, and now he was unstoppable.

"Man rejects manipulative bitch in the center of the campus," I chuckled, setting down the university newspaper.

The headline practically leaped off the page, vibrant and scandalous, a perfect reflection of the drama that had unfolded just days before.

"Oh god, I love the newspaper club," I continued, a grin plastered on my face. "They really know how to capture the essence of a situation, don't they?"

I glanced over at Akikatsu, who was busy with his usual entrepreneurial scheming, his brow furrowed in concentration. He paused for a moment, looking up from his notes, clearly intrigued by my sudden outburst.

"What do you think about this, Akikatsu?" I asked, my tone light but curious. "You've got to admit, it's not every day you see someone rise from the ashes like that. It's almost poetic in a way."

Akikatsu leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest as he considered the implications. "It's definitely a bold move, but it's also a cautionary tale," he replied thoughtfully. "People like her often leave a wake of destruction. But Nio? He handled it well. It shows growth."

"Growth?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his perspective. "I prefer to call it a grand spectacle! He turned the tables, and she was left floundering like a fish out of water. I can't help but admire the artistry in that."

"Sure, it's entertaining," Akikatsu conceded, a slight smirk creeping onto his lips. "But you know this kind of attention can have consequences, right? Drama follows drama."

"Consequences? Please," I waved a hand dismissively. "Let them gossip! We're in university; this is the prime time for theatrical displays! It's practically a rite of passage. Besides, I'm sure Nio can handle whatever comes next. He's finally found his voice."

"Yeah, but not everyone has the same strength," Akikatsu replied, his expression sobering slightly. "People like Ayame can be dangerous when they're cornered. You have to be careful."

I shrugged, unable to suppress a smirk. "Let them try. Watching the fallout is half the fun. Besides, I'm more interested in how Nio will navigate the aftermath. It's a game, and I love games."

Akikatsu chuckled, shaking his head. "You're something else, you know that?"

"Yeah, I'm a genius with a flair for the dramatic," I said, leaning back in my chair. "And I can't wait to see how this all plays out. After all, what's life without a little chaos?"

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