Chapter 8 –  Making My Childhood Friend Understand (With Words, of Course)

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“…..Why the hell are you in my room?”

After finishing my conversation with Hashizume, I made a quick stop at the bookstore to grab a reference book before heading home. The second I stepped inside, though, there she was—Mahiro, kneeling neatly on the floor like some well-mannered little girl waiting for a treat.

“I came over, and as soon as I did, your mom shoved me inside your room.”

“That old hag.”

Goddamn it.

At least I'd cleaned up earlier, but still—no matter how close we were as childhood friends, that old hag needed to stop tossing random girls into my room like I was running a harem. And on top of that, I could feel her presence lingering just beyond the wall, definitely eavesdropping.

Which meant I couldn't do anything reckless.

At least Mahiro hadn't started snooping under my bed. If she had, her face would be way more disgusted right now. No way she could look at me the same after finding my stash of ero-doujins.

“So, why the hell are you here?”

“Eh… W-Well, because… If I don't offer my body to you, won't Yuusuke end up in trouble…?”

“…Oi, Mahiro. Didn't you say before that you couldn't stand me? Like, on a biological level? What changed?”

“Eh…? T-That was, um… just a figure of speech, okay? I didn't really mean it like that…”

“Yeah, sure. Figures of speech, huh? Whether it's Shimazu Aya, Matsuura Aya, or Yamamoto Sayaka, nobody just spits out s**t they don't mean.”

“That last one doesn't even have ‘Aya' in it…”

“Shut up. I wasn't asking for a damn fact-check.”

Seriously, she was in no position to be making smart-a*s comebacks. If anything, she should be the one getting f****d, but instead, she was the one doing the f*****g—with her words. Was this what they called reverse rape?

“If you hate me that much, then why the hell are you throwing yourself at me? What, trying to play the selfless martyr? If this were an Isekai, you'd be a holey maiden by now. But in reality? You're not even a ‘Sex Saint'—just a ‘cheap, convenient girl.'”

Apparently, ‘convenience girl' was just another way of saying ‘woman who's used for everything.' Japanese was a deep language. Almost as deep as a woman's body. A wordplay rich in meaning. Too bad the only thing getting played here was the cumshot.

And at this rate, Mahiro might just end up taking one straight to the womb.

So why the hell was she acting so damn obedient to whatever bullshit Hashizume had fed her?

“Because… if it's for Yuusuke, I don't mind…”

“……”

“I want to support Yuusuke. When I do things for him, he says ‘thank you.' And if Yuusuke wants it, I'll do anything.”

Hearing her say that with absolute sincerity shut me the f**k up. My eyes locked onto hers, my brain working overtime to process what I was hearing.

S**t. She's serious. Did Hashizume drug her or something?

Rari-pappa, rari-pappa, laaari-lari-lari—

Goddamn it. Now that stupid song was playing in my head.

But the fact that she wasn't lying somehow made it worse.

I see. Mahiro had found it. The love of her life. It was almost moving.

“…Wow, Mahiro.”

“H-Huh?”

“You're willing to sacrifice yourself completely to protect someone important to you. That's amazing. This isn't just some ‘America cried' level of emotional—this is every single guy standing up for a standing ovation.”

“I-It's not that big of a deal…”

“No, seriously, think about it. Right now, there's no guarantee Hashizume won't just dump you later, right? And yet, you're still offering your body to a bunch of guys. Not just that f****r from the club, but even me. And obviously, it's not just your tits and pussy—they're probably wrecking your mouth and a*s too, right? People have all sorts of kinks.”

“……”

“And in return, all you get is Hashizume saying ‘thank you.' That's it. Who knows if he even really means it? Even the random hookers in Shin-Ōkubo at least get paid for this kind of thing.”

“…………”

“And on top of that, with how many times you're spreading those legs and getting pumped full of cum, it was only a matter of time before someone like me found out. And once word gets out? Oh, sweetheart, you're not getting off with some mild-a*s nickname like ‘just a s**t.' Nope. You're gunning for hall-of-fame levels of whoredom. We're talking ‘B***h Factory' levels of infamy. Maybe ‘The Pussy Derby'—where the whole school lines up to take a ride. Or ‘The STD Ambassador'—spreading goodwill and gonorrhea one f**k at a time. Hell, even ‘The Grand Canyon of Cumdumps' has a nice ring to it. And if we're really feeling poetic, how about ‘Dumber Than a B***h Who Bankrupts Herself Over a Pretty Host's Smile'?”

“………………”

I was so goddamn moved, I couldn't shut the f**k up. When you witness dedication on this level, it's only natural to feel this passionate.

“And let's be real, this whole plan of yours is dumb as f**k. Your pussy-brained logic for getting university recommendations is so doomed it should come with a funeral date. And you're not even that stupid, Mahiro. Somewhere deep down, you know this s**t ain't gonna work. But even so, you keep throwing your holes on the sacrificial altar for Hashizume. That's not just self-sacrifice—that's next-level religious devotion. You're practically a cum-soaked saint.”

“……………………”

“It's honestly inspiring. No matter how many times you get stuffed, stretched, and humiliated, no matter how much jizz you marinate in, you never break. That's real love. And I say that with absolute certainty. Looking back, I feel ashamed I even confessed to you. My feelings was pathetic in comparison. I never had that kind of ride-or-die devotion.”

“…………………………”

“I mean it—I'm seriously f*****g sorry. For a second, I actually thought Hashizume played you, manipulated you into this. But now I get it. You're all in, body and soul. So I won't say another word about your future. I swear. No matter what happens, I'll turn a blind eye. So don't hold back—keep letting those guys ruin you for Hashizume. Hell, why not make it official? Go for the grand prize—let every single dude in school become your ‘hole brothers.' Make history, Mahiro.”

 “…P-Please… stop…”

“Why? I'm not even done praising you yet. You're helping Hashizume rise to the top while sacrificing yourself, enduring all the filth—”

“Just stop… I'm serious… I can't take it anymore…”

“Huh?”

Before I even realized it, while I was all hyped up with admiration, Mahiro had shrunk into herself, head down, still kneeling. I couldn't see her expression, but her face looked both red and pale at the same time.

“……”

“……”

She stayed silent. I stayed silent too, just watching her.

Then, maybe because her legs had gone numb, she suddenly stood up.

“…I'm going home. Thanks, Yuuya.”

“? Uh… yeah. See ya.”

And just like that, she left my room.

Did she get embarrassed from being praised too much? Or did she realize that, no matter what Hashizume told her, she really couldn't stomach the idea of sleeping with me? I had no clue.

Either way, I had no intention of touching her. Not interested in getting kicked by a racehorse for interfering in someone's love life.

The only one who seemed disappointed was my mom, still lurking behind the wall.

And so, Mahiro's little visit came to an end.

But a few days later, when I heard the rumor—

“Mahiro broke up with Hashizume.”

—I was absolutely shocked.

Where the hell did her true love go?