Shinju watched as Yasuo got off the bed and walked over to the living room. Some of their clothes had been left there.
Bringing them back to her room, she was unable to move because all the strength in her body had been fucked out of her.
He tossed her bra, panties, pants, and bra.
Then Yasuo began putting his clothes back on.
Now that everything was starting to cool down for her, her mind regained its clarity and her soul was being eaten alive by shame. She couldn't believe what she had just been doing moments ago. The words that came out of her mouth. The vile thoughts she was having. The lack of care for how she was behaving.
She was more akin to a whore rather than someone's girlfriend.
'It was like I was a different person there,' she thought to herself. It wasn't like she was trying to make an excuse. That's truly how she felt.
It was almost like an out-of-body experience, and only occasionally, there would be a brief glimpse where she would return to her logical and sound mind before returning to her brainless, cockthirsty one.
'How could I have lost myself like that?! Especially… especially to that person.'
The person she was doing it with. Yasuo — the bully who was ruining her boyfriend's life.
Putting his shirt back on, he then pulled up the zippers of his pants.
Looking over at her, who was still not moving, her clothes resting near her, he had a genuine look on his face.
She didn't know if she was mistaken but she thought for a moment that it was pity and sadness that he was expressing.
In a voice that didn't resemble the vulgar, deep, and manly voice that she had been following the instructions of the past few hours, he told her, "I don't know if this will help you since it's already too late but I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me. I'm not going to apologize for what I've done in the past, but I really did mean what I told you earlier. I hadn't been planning on bullying your boyfriend anymore."
He threw on his jacket.
"All of this, I only did it so that I could convince you once and for all that I would leave you two alone. It seemed like it was the only way I was going to get the message across."
'What are you talking about? You're lying. After all that… you're lying again.'
She was unable to respond.
She could see the sincerity in his eyes, but she refused to believe it.
She had to refuse. If she admitted that this wasn't a trick, then that would be admitting that she cheated on her boyfriend for no reason even though Yasuo had given her plenty of chances to back away.
"...You're lying," she muttered.
"Hahaha," he laughed, rolling his eyes, shaking his head. "Believe what you want to believe then. Just know that I'll follow through with my end of the deal. There's no need to worry about me much longer. I'll miss this tight little pussy of yours, but I don't have a habit of going back on my words."
Her mind was blank.
It couldn't be. This man in front of him had to be telling a lie. The guilt that was hinted at in his face, that was also a lie. She was mistaken. This man wasn't capable of such emotions.
Looking at Shinju for a few more seconds, he let out another chuckle and informed her, "I used to ruin people's relationships by revealing what I did to the boyfriends. Did you know about this?"
"..."
She shook her head. Did that mean—
"I can see what you're thinking in your mind. Stop. I'm not going to tell your boyfriend. I'm just letting you know that you're lucky this wasn't the old me. I won't tell anyone about what we did here tonight. I'll keep it to myself that you were moaning like a bitch and had her pussy tightly hugged against my cock."
Yasuo turned around and she could only stare at his back.
"Bye, Nakatani. Hope you never have the bad luck of seeing me around in the future."
Those were his last words before he left her apartment.
It had been an hour later and Shinju was still lying on her bed with her clothes off.
"No," she finally said a word. "No. No."
Shaking her head, she continued to repeat the word over and over.
"He's lying to you. He's messing with your head. This is one of his twisted games. Yes! That's what this is. He wants the guilt to eat at me even more. He wants me to believe that I did this for naught. That I did this for what is basically nothing."
She was already prepared to carry the stain and guilt of cheating on her boyfriend when she went to his penthouse yesterday.
But that was nothing compared to how heavy the guilt was going to be if it turned out she truly gave up her virginity to Yasuo even though he never planned to continue his bullying.
"No," she shook her head. "It has to be a lie. It has to! Hahaha… hahahahaha… haha… ha."
Whispering to herself in what was almost a whimper, "It has to be a lie," her body began to shrink and crawl into itself.
Then she sat there in silence for another five minutes.
"I don't know who I'm even trying to convince anymore. It's not like he's here in the room with me. I… I'm talking to myself like a crazy person. Hahahaha."
Then her mind flashed back on the events that occurred a while ago.
Pleasure.
That was the simplest word she could use to describe how her body felt. Even her mind had lost itself at some point and embraced the sensation.
Pleasure.
Pleasure on a level that she never experienced before. Not even when she kissed Hitoshi. Not even when they shared the cutest hugs that made all of their friends "vomit" in disgust and jealousy.
Pleasure.
Pleasure that sent her mind into absolute disarray. Pleasure that had her drooling like she had been starved for weeks and had a perfect cut of steak in front of her.
Pleasure.
Pleasure that had her body convulsing and her vagina climaxing nearly every second.
Pleasure.
Pleasure that she would never ever be able to forget about.
"It was a lie. It had to be," she muttered as a teardrop trickled down her cheek.
Ding.
Hearing the faintest sound of her phone, she got off the bed with the recovered strength she had. Looking for it, she found it in her jacket that was on the couch.
Pulling it out of the pocket, she unlocked it and looked at the notification.
It was a text message from her boyfriend.
It read:
[Hey babe. Are you okay? Where are you? You haven't responded to me in hours. I'm worried something has happened to you. Did he harm you? Please tell me you're fine.]
Then she saw the other texts, the missed calls, and began to listen to the voicemails he had left her.
As he listened, she laughed while crying, "Ha… haha… hahaha."
Walking backward like a reversed zombie, she allowed her body to collapse backward, hitting the bed.
Sending a halfhearted text informing him that she was fine, nothing happened, and that she had simply fallen asleep, she closed her eyes.
Hundreds of thoughts were coursing through her mind, and every once in a while, the thought was a recent memory of what she had just been doing in the living room and bedroom with her boyfriend's bully.
"Hahaha..." she laughed as her hand traveled down to the swollen flaps between her legs.