Otsuka Yasuo 1

[Nakatani Shinju POV]

I watched as Yasuo got off the bed and returned from the living room with the clothes we had left there.

He tossed my shirt over to me before beginning to put his clothes back on.

I was feeling shameful. I couldn't believe what I had been doing mere moments ago.

It felt like I was a different person, and only in brief glimpses would I return with a logical mind. Any other time, I was completely lost in the moment despite the person who I was doing it with.

Getting his shirt on, as he was pulling up the zipper on his pants, he looked over at me, and there was this genuine look on his face.

He said in a voice that didn't resemble the vulgarness I had been listening to for the past hour, "I meant what I said earlier, by the way. I hadn't been planning on bullying your boyfriend anymore. I only did this to convince you."

I was unable to respond.

Was this another trick?

Was he fooling me again, just like he did yesterday?

Did that mean that I had just done all of this for nothing?

Was he going to bully my boyfriend again?

Hundreds of questions were running in my mind.

He continued, "You don't even have to worry about me much longer. I plan on dropping out of college anyway."

'...' even my mind was blank at this revelation.

"Yep," he muttered with a voice that even sounded — guilty?

It can't be. This man in front of me was incapable of feeling guilt. I was mistaking it.

While putting on his jacket, he told me, "I'm not going to say that I'm sorry for doing what I did to you because that would be a lie. But just know this. You're lucky it wasn't the old me. If it was the old me... I would've filmed our sex in secret and threatened to leak it or something if you didn't continue to let me smash."

He looked at me for a few seconds, and I could see the sincerity in his words.

Then he let out a soft chuckle and informed me, "And don't worry about your boyfriend finding out. I won't tell no one about what we did here. Bye, Shinju. Hope you never have the bad luck of seeing me ever again."

Those were his last words.

Still lying on the bed with my shirt over my body, I heard the sound of the door closing.

"No," I said. "No. No."

Shaking my head, I continued to repeat, "No," over and over.

I didn't believe it. Everything he just said was a lie.

It had to be.

It had to be a lie otherwise — otherwise, I had done all of that for nothing.

It meant that I had cheated on my boyfriend, tainted my body, and created a sense of guilt that I would carry for the rest of my life for nothing.

All because I didn't want to believe what he had told me.

All because I was convinced that he was lying.

"No," I shook my head. "It has to have been a lie. It has to be. Hahaha... haha... ha. It has to be a lie."

I don't know who I was trying to convince anymore. It's not like Yasuo was in the room anymore.

I was all by myself, so why was I saying this out loud?

Was it me? Was I trying to convince myself that he had been lying?

Because if he wasn't, I would've been fucking him not as a deal to make him leave my boyfriend alone, but instead, it would've been only for pleasure because that's all I would've gotten out of the exchange.

Pleasure.

Pleasure on a level that I never knew before.

Pleasure that sent my mind in disarray.

Pleasure that had my body convulsing and my pussy climaxing every second.

Pleasure that I'd never be able to forget about.

"It was a lie. It had to be," I muttered as a teardrop fell from my eye.

Ding.

I heard the sound of my phone in the pocket of my pants, and I slowly made my way over to it like a zombie.

Pulling it out from the pocket, I opened it and looked at the notification.

It was a text message from my boyfriend.

It read, "Hey babe. Are you okay? Where are you? I don't see you in class. I'm worried something has happened to you. Did he harm you? Please tell me you're fine."

"Ha... haha... hahaha," I laughed while crying. I walked backward and allowed my body to collapse onto the bed.

After sending him a text that I was fine and that nothing happened, I closed my eyes.

Hundreds of thoughts were coursing in my mind, and every once in a while, the thought was a recent memory of what I had just been doing in the living room and bedroom with my boyfriend's bully.

"Hahaha..."