Chapter 2: The app seems to have bugged right away

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Translator: Soafp

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“So, lately you”ve been into those cuckold-type stories, huh?”

“It”s not like I like them, but I can”t deny they get me excited.”

“…I get it, I really do. For some reason they make me feel disgusted, and yet the beautiful artwork always pulls me in… what the hell is up with that genre anyway?!”

You might think he was shouting, but only I could hear him.

The guy talking in front of me was my friend — Makino Touya.

We hit it off right after entering high school.

He”s my fellow otaku buddy.

“Still, I’m telling you — these days, it”s all about isekai fantasy and rom-coms.”

“Isn’t it one or the other?”

“Nah, both are fun! I read other genres too, sure, but if you asked me what I read most, it’d definitely be those two.”

“Yeah, fair enough.”

Both of those are definitely interesting.

A few more friends joined us, and soon we were hyped up talking about the latest anime and manga.

But then the most eye-catching people in our class arrived, and our conversation suddenly came to a halt.

“Good morning, everyone.”

“Morning.”

With just that one greeting, they drew everyone”s attention — the beautiful couple, Aizawa and her boyfriend Tokunaga.

“Tch, a pretty-boy-and-gorgeous-girl combo, huh…”

“Man, I”m so jealous of Tokunaga… someone like us could never get a girlfriend that beautiful.”

“Don’t give up, idiot! We’ve still got a chance!”

Listening to Touya and the others, I glanced quietly at Aizawa and Tokunaga.

Every time I saw them, I couldn’t help but envy Tokunaga — and wish I could get closer to someone as stunning as Aizawa.

They just… shined.

(…After all, that thing got proven real.)

Installed on my phone was something called NetoraSensor.

It had only activated once yesterday, so there”s still a lot to test.

But no matter how I think about it, what happened yesterday was abnormal.

When I followed the direction it pointed to, I really did stumble upon an NTR scene.

And that strange sensation I felt when I tried to stop the guy — there”s no rational explanation for it.

(It was like everything slowed down… and I don’t want to sound cocky, but in that slow-motion space, I felt like no one could beat me. Not even some buff dude, let alone a sleazy player like that guy.)

As I was thinking that, something unexpected happened.

Aizawa, who had come with Tokunaga, spotted me and walked over.

“Eh…?”

Needless to say, I was surprised.

“Good morning, Kamiki-kun.”

“Ah, m-morning…”

Right, my name’s Masato Kamiki.

“Judging by that reaction, you have no idea why I came over, huh?”

“Well… yeah.”

I mean, she never just comes to talk to me like this.

She held out the class duty logbook to me — and when I glanced at the blackboard, I saw both our names written there.

“Ah… that’s what this is about.”

“That”s right. Once you write the names, bring it to me, okay?”

“Got it.”

She placed the logbook on my desk and went back to her seat.

“For a second there, I thought spring had finally come for you, man.”

“She’s got a boyfriend, you idiot.”

“Yeah, I know, but still.”

Well… I was a little flustered too.

(…Aizawa seemed normal today.)

I’d been worrying about her, honestly.

After all, yesterday had been pretty intense — that whole thing with the NetoraSensor and that creep.

She was supposed to meet up with Tokunaga after that, so if she managed to relax and recover thanks to him, then saving her was worth it.

“What’s up?”

“Eh? Ah, nothing…”

Touya asked, and I just said what I was thinking.

“Hey, what would you guys do if some dude tried to steal another guy’s girlfriend?”

“Kill him.”

“Crush his balls.”

“He shouldn’t exist.”

Yeah… I figured as much.

To us otaku, a guy who tries to break up the protagonist and heroine is unforgivable.

“I mean, I get that stories need conflict, but seriously — why does the heroine always turn into an idiot in NTR plots?!”

“Right?! I mean sure, getting assaulted or something is horrible, but if she just keeps dragging it out, it never ends well!”

And from there, it was just pure hatred toward all cheating bastards.

Since I had to hand the logbook to Aizawa, I didn’t join in much.

“Aizawa.”

“Oh, did you finish writing it?”

“Yeah.”

Next to her was Rira Nakazato — the girl often called the second most beautiful in class.

(I don”t really get the “first” or “second” thing though…)

Because to me, they were both insanely beautiful.

First, Runa Aizawa.

She”s the classic “pure beauty” type — like an old-fashioned Nadeshiko Yamato.

Her long black hair is gorgeous, her slightly droopy eyes are charming, and her figure is perfect.

(And then there”s her…)

Next is Rira Nakazato.

Compared to Aizawa, she”s flashier — probably because she”s half-Russian, with that striking blonde hair.

Her eye color is different from ours too, and her facial features are incredibly beautiful.

Who the hell decided she”s second? They’re both number one, you idiots.

And as for her figure — she”s got even more curves than Aizawa! No wonder she gets confessed to by seniors and juniors alike.

“…Phew.”

Crap, I got too excited there.

“Alright, if anything comes up with the class duty stuff, let me know.”

“Okay. See you then.”

“Yeah.”

Talking with one of the prettiest girls in class didn’t cause any commotion — this much was normal.

And just like that, our turn as class duty partners passed uneventfully, until the school day ended.

Even though the NetoraSensor stayed quiet, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Maybe what happened yesterday really was just some kind of fluke.

“Kamiki-kun, your handwriting’s really neat.”

“You think? I feel like it”s pretty average.”

After school — the only ones left in the classroom were me and Aizawa.

(…Man, what a scene.)

I glanced at her.

She had her chin resting on her hand, watching me write.

That simple pose looked like something straight out of a painting.

“…Hey.”

“…What?”

Her sudden voice made my hand stop.

She sat up straight, folding her arms beneath her chest — a gesture I’d only ever seen in manga.

Couldn’t believe I was seeing it in real life.

“About yesterday… thank you. Really.”

“Ah, that.”

“I don’t think I properly thanked you.”

“I thought you already did?”

“Maybe, but… you saved me from something really dangerous. Just saying thanks didn’t feel like enough.”

So that”s what had been bothering her.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“Why are you smiling…?”

“Ah, no reason. I just thought you might’ve been worrying about that. Honestly, it’s fine. You already thanked me yesterday.”

“…Still.”

“You the type who hates owing people favors?”

She nodded slowly.

Yeah, I kind of get that. Some people just don”t like feeling indebted.

But really, I wasn’t worried about it.

All that mattered to me was that she was safe — that I’d stopped that guy.

“Seriously, don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re okay. That”s all that matters to me.”

“…Why would you say something like that?”

“Eh? I mean, any guy who hits on someone else’s girlfriend is scum. And if he knows she has a boyfriend and still does it? That guy deserves to be erased from the world.”

“Erased… that’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”

Damn right I”m extreme!

NTR belongs only in fiction — anyone who tries that in real life is worse than trash.

“NTR is garbage.”

“…NTR? What’s that?”

“…Forget I said anything.”

Right. She didn’t know.

Even though it’s a popular genre, not everyone”s heard of it — and if she looked it up later, she’d definitely start looking at me weird.

“Still, what you said afterward surprised me. You suddenly called me beautiful.”

“I wasn’t wrong, was I? Don’t people say that to you all the time?”

“Well… yeah, but no one”s ever said it that honestly before.”

“Really…”

“Yeah… my boyfriend doesn’t say stuff like “you’re pretty” or “you’re cute.”“

“He’s just shy, probably.”

“If that”s true… I”d be happy.”

Something about the atmosphere felt off.

Aizawa’s expression softened, and I had to look down — partly because I was embarrassed.

“Aizawa, you really are beautiful. Sometimes I can’t believe someone like you is my classmate.”

“…Heh, you’re bolder than I thought, Kamiki-kun. Most people wouldn’t say that to someone’s face.”

“It’s better to say something nice than to hold it back. I don’t go around saying it to everyone, but… see, you’re smiling now, right? That’s why I said it.”

“…I see.”

My face felt like it was burning up.

But still — she has a boyfriend, so there’s no point reading into it.

Someday, I just hope I can say something like that to a girl I really like.

“…?”

“What”s wrong?”

Just then, my phone started vibrating.

When I checked, I saw that the NetoraSensor had activated again.

Location: here — the school!?

“Sorry, Aizawa! I’ll be right back!”

“Eh, Kamiki-kun!?”

Who is it this time!?

Which idiot’s trying something like that at school— wait, what?

“…? The signal stopped.”

I”d barely walked away from the classroom when the sensor went silent.

“…Did it bug out?”

Just when I thought it was a false alarm, the sensor reacted again.

“…Is it broken?”

But this reaction was different from yesterday’s.

Yesterday”s signal had been urgent — like a siren.

This one felt softer… almost unsettling in a strange, emotional way.

“What’s going on?”

“Uh…”

From her perspective, my actions must’ve made no sense.

I tried walking away again — no signal.

Came back — signal.

Yeah, this thing’s probably busted.

I decided to turn it off and check it again later at home.

“Sorry, Aizawa. False alarm.”

“If you say so…”

After that, we finished the class duty work and returned the logbook together.

“See you, Aizawa.”

“Yeah. Good work, Kamiki-kun.”

“You too!”

Man… Aizawa really is beautiful.

I can't help but envy Tokunaga.

Someday, I want a girlfriend as amazing as her.

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[TL: He triggered the app without knowing lol]