Chapter 7 –  Unwanted Meddling from Outsiders

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“So, what exactly do you want me to do?”

Honestly, was this even my problem? Mahiro didn't seem to give a damn, so why should I? It wasn't like I owed her anything. That was the reality of it, so I tossed the question right back at Mobuko A.

“Huh?”

“B-but it’s obvious she’s just being used! If this keeps up, she’ll be broken, body and mind…!”

“If I step in now, she’d probably just tell me to f**k off and stay out of it.”

“Ugh…”

“Oh? So she already did. In that case, not my problem. Case closed.”

“B-but what Hashizume is doing is straight-up abuse!”

“Maybe that was true, but why tell me? If you really wanted to stop him, you could've just reported it to a teacher or the school.”

“I… I can't do that. It'd just make Mahiro a joke… But you, Nakanishi—you're her childhood friend, right? I thought maybe you could find a way to fix this without hurting her…”

“What the hell kind of logic is that? You seriously think I—someone Mahiro and her friend here treated like some scrawny nerd—could have done anything about this?”

“Eh… W-wait… How do you—”

“You three were s**t-talking me loud and clear. Did you really think no one could hear you? You idiots. Absolute affogatos.”

The moment my irritation slipped into my words, Mobuko A's face went pale—like someone had just poured a shot of espresso over vanilla ice cream. Damn, that was actually a solid metaphor.

To be honest, though, Mahiro and Mobuko A both seemed way too caught up in their own bullshit. One acted like the devoted girl who would throw everything away for love, while the other played the righteous savior desperate to save her bestie. It was exhausting. They would probably end up puking from all that self-righteousness sooner or later—either from embarrassment or just straight-up nausea.

…That said, I got why Mobuko A was worried.

Love came in different forms, and Mahiro's relationship wasn't something anyone could have measured by normal standards. But it was way too easy to picture her ending up used, broken, and discarded.

If I had been her family, I would have done everything in my power to stop this. No hesitation.

…So why the hell was I suddenly thinking about Chihiro-san's tits?

My brain was straight-up malfunctioning. Was this my way of escaping the headache of this situation? Finding comfort in something softer, rounder, and more pleasant?

Chihiro-san, a single mom, yet she had tits so perky it felt borderline illegal.

Yeah, I couldn't let her down.

I had no choice but to handle this s**t.

“…Alright. I'll do something about this—but not for Mahiro. For her mom.”

“Huh!?”

“My mom's friends with Mahiro's mom. I've known her for years. I don't want to see her get hurt. But let's be clear—I'm not doing this for Mahiro or you, so don't get the wrong idea.”

Couldn't believe I had just said something straight out of a tsundere's playbook. But whatever. It was the truth. No regrets.

“T-thanks… And, sorry… But what exactly are you gonna do?”

“Well, I'm a scrawny twig, so beating the s**t out of Hashizume is off the table. Gotta play the information game instead.”

“I… I really am sorry…”

“Don't worry about it. The way I saw it, if word got out about what he was doing, his chances at a college recommendation would go straight to hell. That meant my best bet was to shake him up a bit. Seriously, though, dude was a f*****g idiot if he thought he could keep screwing around with his teammates and no one would find out.”

“Y-yeah…”

Damn, this conversation really made my go-to insult, dumbass, shine. Felt pretty satisfying.

“Alright, time to have a little chat with Hashizume… Oh, wait.”

“What is it?”

“Promise me you won't tell Mahiro—or anyone else—that I'm doing anything.”

“Huh?”

“I don't want people coming at me later with a bunch of bullshit.”

“O-okay, I promise.”

With that, I had my guarantee.

Alright then, time to wrap this up so I could focus on studying. I refused to be lumped in with those dumbasses who used mechanical pencils just to take a piss.

***

So there I was, standing outside the soccer team's locker room like a f*****g dumbass with no plan.

Now that I actually thought about it, I had zero connection to Hashizume. Not even the slightest excuse to start a conversation. And considering I was practically at the bottom of the social hierarchy, would he even acknowledge me if I walked up to him?

F**k. I didn't think that far ahead. Now what?

I was scrambling for an idea when the locker room door swung open. And just like a convenient plot device dropping into my lap, Hashizume stepped out alone, still in his uniform. Probably heading to the bathroom.

No time to think. My mouth moved before my brain could stop it.

“A-ah, Hashizume-kun!!”

He turned, already looking irritated.

“Hah? Who the hell are you?”

“I-I'm… Nakanishi. Uh, can I talk to you for a second?”

“The f**k do you want?”

“Um…”

“Hurry it up, dipshit! I gotta take a leak!”

“Then I'll be quick. I wanted to discuss how you've been pimping out your girlfriend, Yoshikawa Mahiro, to the soccer team—effectively creating a brotherhood of dick-sharing teammates—all for the sake of securing your spot as captain.”

His entire body stiffened.

“!! T-the f**k—!? You dumbass, get over here!!”

Before I could react, he grabbed me by the collar and yanked me behind the locker room building. F**k, he was strong. I barely had time to stumble before he slammed me against the wall. No contest.

“Who told you!? I made damn sure no one would talk!!”

An unwanted kabedon. Any other guy would probably be pissing himself right about now. But me? Watching his face drain of color, his entire body tense with panic… it was way too f*****g funny.

Not scared. Not even a little.

…Oh, s**t. Did I just set up a death flag?

Whatever. If I was gonna die, I might as well go out swinging.

“Oh, come on. You can try to shut people up all you want, but you can't exactly slap a padlock on every mouth—or, y'know, every hole. The only thing standing tall here is probably your tiny dick.”

His jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might crack.

“……”

“Look, if this gets out, your chances of getting a college recommendation are completely ruined, right?”

 “D-dammit… I was only halfway through… How the hell did this leak…?”

What.

I blinked. Did I hear that right?

Halfway through?

Mahiro wasn't just fooling around with a couple of guys in the f****r club—she turned team bonding into a full-body experience. Front, back, and center, she was the MVP of extracurricular activities.

At this point, the soccer club wasn't about scoring goals; it was about sharing holes. They were passing her around like a well-worn game controller, each taking a turn, pressing all the right buttons, and making sure she stayed in play. Who needed strategy meetings when they already had synchronized movements? Hell, give it a few more rounds, and they'd probably develop a telepathic link—one grunt, one thrust, and they'd instinctively know when to pass the ball or pass the pussy.

Mahiro… Not long ago, she was completely virgin. Now, she handled everything like a pro. Damn…

Strange. I didn't feel a thing. Guess I really was over her.

The only reason I was here was Chihiro-san. That was it.

“Well, anyway, I just wanted to suggest that maybe you should rein it in before things spiral completely out of control—”

“It's already over! If even a nobody like you knows, it's all over!! It’s all over for us! The F*****s Club is officially f****d!”

Wow. Did he just call his own team The F*****s Club? At least he was self-aware. Welp. That confirmed it. Hashizume was bad news. Time for the next step.

“…Look, this hasn't spread that far yet. I only figured it out because I'm childhood friends with Mahiro.”

His face twisted.

“You serious!? You're not lying!?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait… Mahiro's childhood friend…?”

The air shifted. His expression darkened.

…S**t. Did I step on a landmine?

Not like there was anything between me and Mahiro, so—

“Ohhh! So you're that creepy twig who confessed to her!”

“Guhh…!!”

That was a solid hit. First, I was just a scrawny twig or a nerd, and now I'm a creepy twig?

Unbelievable. She really went around telling people about that?

Mahiro, may your a*s be so thoroughly wrecked that you s**t yourself in public!!

Hashizume's lips curled into a grin. The kind of grin only a real piece of s**t could pull off.

“Oh, this makes things easier.”

“…Huh?”

Then, without hesitation, he said something so batshit insane my brain completely short-circuited.

“You like Mahiro, don't you? Fine. As hush money, I'll let you have a turn with her.”

“…Ha? Huh? What?”

What the actual f**k?

My brain was breaking.

No, but seriously, there was no way Mahiro would agree to something as ridiculous as sleeping with a guy she finds physically repulsive.

That was just laughable.

Desperate much?