Tomio nodded frantically, his breath starting to get a little wild as he already began imagining his girlfriend being used by another man.
"I'll have to reject," Yasuo responded.
"Wait what?!" Tomio yelled in shock. "Why?! Why not?"
Wasn't Yasuo the bully who was obsessed with fucking girls who were in a relationship? Why would he reject his offer?
'Because I'm a new man. I only fucked Nakatani because she refused to believe me… and Ogata, well, I was saving her life.'
A part of what he was thinking was truthful, but for the most part, it was an excuse. Come on readers, do we really believe him?
'I'm not into fucking other people's girls.'
"Why me?" Yasuo asked Tomio. "Does it have to be me? Can't you just find some other dude to cuck you?"
"No!" Tomio yelled, grabbing his sleeve.
Yasuo gave him a death glare and he quickly released his grip.
"It has to be you."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not an actual cuck."
"...Explain."
"I don't just want someone to fuck my girlfriend for me. It has to be you. You're the only man at this place whose status is much higher than mine. There are a few other men here whose parents are more successful than mine, but none compare to you."
"So are you trying to protect your pride? Like… if I fuck your girl, it'll be less emasculating since I'm a superior human being compared to you, but if someone else fucks her, if they are lesser than you, it would be like letting trash stain her?"
Tomio never thought about it that deeply but as Yasuo spoke, everything made sense.
He nodded.
"It's also… well, I'm letting my girl have sex with another man, but that doesn't mean I'm permitting her to fuck everyone she wants. I only want it to be one person who gets to fuck my girlfriend."
"To protect your relationship and sanity."
Tomio nodded again.
The more men involved, the more likely she was to catch feelings for one of them and fall in love. It would also eat him alive if multiple men were able to fuck his girl when he couldn't. One man was more than enough. It was already too much, but he had to compromise for his sake and hers as well.
"...Hah. I'll still have to reject," Yasuo laughed as he turned to walk away.
He didn't get a step in when he was pulled back.
"NOOOO! Don't leave! Please. Please!"
"Let go of my sleeve before I kill you."
"I will if you agree!"
Tomio was desperate and although he was terrified of the beast in front of him, he had been tormented by these thoughts for so long. If he lost the opportunity now, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
"Don't test your luck," Yasuo warned him.
"Please! Please! What's so wrong with my girlfriend that you don't want to fuck her? She's extremely beautiful and has been a runway model even before we met. She's a ten out of ten."
'It's that I don't want to fuck your girlfriend specifically. I just don't want to fuck anyone's girlfriend.'
Tomio's desperation to have him plunder his girlfriend felt so disgusting that Yasuo nearly swung his fist before he stopped at the last second. He felt bad for Tomio's situation a little bit. If he were in his shoes and was unable to get it up for a woman who loved him so dearly, it would be heartwrenching.
"Think of this as a selfless charitable act. You're going to save our relationship," Tomio pleaded, tears dripping down his face.
'But it doesn't sound like your relationship is in danger. She has sexual desires, but I think her love outweighs them.'
Yasuo didn't tell him this out loud.
Tomio was too far gone. No matter what he said, none of it would register.
"..."
"..."
There was silence between the two as Tomio cried and begged with these pitiful eyes. You would've thought that someone had died or something.
'Fuck! I'm too nice.'
"Fine. I'll fuck your girlfriend."
"Yes—"
"But," he cut him off, "I have to see how she looks first. How am I supposed to trust your word blindly?"
"Of course," an excited Tomio, who was able to breathe again, reached for his phone.
It didn't take more than a few seconds for him to pull out an image of his girlfriend.
'...Oh fuck. I recognize her.'
Who wouldn't? She had been in the crowd earlier but was hidden, so he didn't see her before. But everyone at the party could say her name if they saw her face.
'She's your girlfriend?'
Kurata Naoki.
She was the country's highest-paid model. She was the lead actress of three of the five highest-grossing domestic films in Japan last year.
Of course, everyone at the party was rich or famous, so none of them freaked out when they saw her, which is why Yasuo wasn't made aware of her existence by someone shrieking her name.
But if she were to walk out on the streets, a crowd of thousands would form within seconds.
"I didn't know she had a boyfriend."
"We tried to keep it a secret for her career's sake."
That made sense. She would probably lose some male fans if they discovered she was in a relationship.
"So? What do you think?"
Yasuo thought about it for a second and responded, "Sure. Let me get your number. I'll contact you when I'm free."
It would have to be sometime after the trip to Hawaii.
Kurata Naoki, who was chatting with an actress friend who was also at the party, suddenly felt a chill crawl up her spine. Someone must've been talking about her.
And indeed she was correct.
Not only were they discussing her, but the topic of discussion was something she didn't even know about.
In her mind, her relationship was perfectly fine, and even their sex life was okay as Tomio put in the effort to make up for what he lacked.
If she could only see how badly her boyfriend had been begging Yasuo to fuck her, she might've finally found something about Tomio that gave her the ick.