Chapter 4 – Why the Hell Do I Have to Give Relationship Advice to Some H***y Couple?
The moment I stepped out of the convenience store, a cold can of LifeGuard in hand, I ran smack into Mahiro. She looked like a total wreck—messy hair, tired eyes, and wearing casual clothes that screamed she had given up on the day.
“Yo, your mom’s been worried about you. If you’re gonna be late, at least let her know.”
“Ah, Yuuya…”
I didn't know why, but every time she said my name, it felt like there was an invisible furigana over it that read scrawny twig. Yeah. Real f*****g traumatic.
Whatever. Not my problem. I was about to walk past her and head home when she suddenly tugged at the hem of my shirt.
“What?”
“A-Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you about something…”
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And that was how I ended up trapped on a park bench, forced to listen to Mahiro's bullshit instead of heading home to chug my LifeGuard in peace.
It was the worst kind of trap. If I had to be caught in one, at least make it a proper one—like a matting press or a standing carry position. But no, instead of getting pinned by a tight, wet pussy, I was stuck there listening to a girl b***h about her love life.
I had absolutely zero, and I meant zero, intention of getting involved in anyone's relationship drama. I just wanted to finish my drink, let out a nice, deep burp, and call it a day. Right now, Mahiro ranked lower than a burp on my priority list.
That was f*****g hilarious. Whether it was a burp or a never-ending debt cycle, the best solution was always to end it fast.
“So? What's your problem?”
“Uh, well… You see, lately, Yusuke and I…”
“……”
“……”
“……”
“……”
“If you’re not gonna say anything, I'm leaving. Later.”
“Ah, w-wait!”
“…Alright, fine.”
“Yeah, sorry. So, um, lately, when I'm with Yusuke, it kinda feels like he's just using me…”
“…Could you be a little more specific?”
“I-I mean, you know… It's always that…”
“…Oh.”
“And, well, I started wondering if I've just become some kind of convenient, easy-to-f**k girl…”
Huh. Interesting.
“So basically, every time you see Hashizume, he just wants to f**k, and now you're starting to doubt whether he actually likes you or not?”
“Y-yeah! Exactly!”
“Hmm. And? Have you started to hate him for it?”
“…Huh?”
“You were the one who made the first move, right? So the most important question here is, do you still like him or not?”
“……”
It was only natural that I gave her the cold shoulder.
To Mahiro, I had always been nothing but some scrawny twig who wasn't even worth considering as a guy. That was exactly why she felt comfortable coming to me with this bullshit. Like I was some f*****g eunuch she could vent to.
Geez, that pissed me off.
“While we're at it, let me ask you this—do you hate f*****g Hashizume?”
“Eh…?”
“You'd rather sleep with him than a scrawny twig like me, right? A million times over?”
“!!”
I couldn't see her expression in the dim park lighting, but the way she went dead silent told me everything I needed to know.
Hah. If she was going to get caught off guard by a question like that, then she shouldn't have started whining about it in the first place.
“If you hate it, just refuse. The fact that you haven't means you're going along with it. Bitching about it after the fact is just breaking the rules.”
“B-but… if I say no, what if he starts hating me…?”
“Would Hashizume really dump you over something like that?”
“……”
The silence in the park felt heavier than before. Or at least, it did—until a soft, high-pitched voice echoed from somewhere nearby.
“…The f**k? Who the hell is banging in the middle of a park in a goddamn residential area?!”
“I love you soooo much~ Meoowwww~❤️”
“…Oh. It's just some cats f*****g.”
“Oopsie~ My turtle slipped right in~”
“Turtles do live long lives, huh?”
The… cat noises eventually died down, and with that, I snapped back to reality. There was no point in sticking around any longer.
“If you’ve got nothing else to say, I'm heading home. You should too—apologize to your mom while you're at it.”
“Ah, yeah… Thanks.”
“No problem, Itabashi.”
Leaving Mahiro sitting dazed on the bench, I headed home with my LifeGuard in hand.
Oh, and one more thing, Mahiro—just a heads-up. Watching cats f**k isn't exactly a great pastime.
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4 Comments
Bro is cooking her
Osanajimi goes after the confirmed chad/ikeman, shocked that he's a shallow douchebag who just wants to use her for sex, then goes crying to her perceived beta orbiter/emotional tampon for love advice. If she's smart, she'll break-up and try to course correct before it's too late, but I think we all expect her to turn out just like her mother. Thankfully, our based MC seems to have wised-up and won't be playing Captain Save-a-Hoe to either of these THOTs. Stay far away from that rotten oyakodon, my guy!
Lust at first sight, when ecertything else not matter
Please get a reality check and break up.
I really hope it ends cleanly but this is people sex and emotions and clean is a VERY rare thing in especially teenagers too.
Lady. Get a better one. Probably some cry for help even if she doesnt voice it out. She KNOWS something's wrong. This is tactless too, lady.