After the teacher finished his long-ass explanation and the class wrapped up their usual bullshit drama, I found myself walking aimlessly down the hallway.
No sister.
No friends.
Not even a random girl to bother me.
Just me, alone.
No goal, no purpose, nothing. I kept walking, half-heartedly trying to figure out why the fuck I was even walking in the first place.
In the end? I found nothing.
Conquering the school? What kind of dumbass idea was that? The place was already mine—I didn't need to waste my time on some pointless power fantasy.
Banging all the girls in high school? Now that's a classic man of culture's dream—to fuck as many tight, young high school girls as possible. But me? I didn't give a shit about chasing skirts.
If a girl offered herself up willingly, then sure, that'd be a different story. But running around, trying to impress girls just to get them into bed? Fuck that.
What I wanted was simple—I'd fuck around, and in return, they'd stay loyal to me. Forever. No strings, no bullshit. Just pussy on demand.
But that's not how the real world works.
That kind of shit only happens for Webnovel readers who jerk off to the idea of an MC with a harem of brain-dead sluts—girls who spread their legs for no reason other than "because he's the MC."
And the moment one of those girls even breathes near another person—even if it's another girl—those same whiny-ass readers lose their minds.
"F-fuck this author, is he writing yuri?! How dare she not worship MC's dick 24/7?!"
Jesus fucking Christ.
I fucking miss the older generation of Chinese fanfics, back when MCs were beasts, going around banging women in a way that actually made sense. They'd get stronger, build their empire, and go full conqueror mode.
Now? Every Chinese novel is dogshit.
The MC is either a generic hero, a bootlicker, or some cringe-ass virgin who's too scared to take what he wants. And the harems nowadays? Cringe dialogue. Pussy-ass MCs.
Even gaming isn't fun anymore. It's not like the first time I played—the thrill is gone.
The whole world is infested with censorship and politically correct bullshit—all because some brain-dead morons can't handle reality.
I fucking hate my life.
It's like every single form of entertainment I used to enjoy has been watered down, neutered, or outright banned because some fragile retard decided it was "problematic."
Then Kei saw me.
Her eyes lit up with excitement—now, that's my girl.
Totally devoted. Ready to spread her legs whenever I wanted. And fuck, was she pretty.
An ideal woman.
But the second she noticed our classmates around her, that light in her eyes dimmed. Her posture stiffened, and when she greeted me, her tone was awkward, restrained—she was holding back.
I knew why.
She was acting.
But that didn't matter—I didn't give a shit about the others. I didn't care about her petty little social games, her status, or the mundane bullshit that surrounded her.
What I did care about?
Her taste.
Her scent.
Her pussy.
It had been too long since I last had her. And I fucking missed it.
"Genji," Karuizawa Kei greeted me, her voice carefully neutral.
I met her gaze, a knowing smirk tugging at my lips. "Well, Kei, long time no see."
I stepped closer, my presence looming over her, my movements deliberate. This time, I didn't keep my distance. I didn't act cold and dismissive like I did back in junior school.
This time, I was different.
Not because I had some grand epiphany or because my personality changed overnight—fuck no.
It was because we weren't in junior school anymore.
People around us had matured. They had evolved past childish drama. And now? Now, I had the perfect excuse to be as intimate with her as I fucking wanted—without her needing to hide it.
I opened my arms, inviting her into an intimate hug, and for a second, I saw the shock in her eyes.
She probably thought I was going to warn her to keep her distance, just like I did back then. But when she saw that I wasn't pushing her away?
Her smile brightened.
"Yes, Genji, long time no see," she whispered, and this time, she didn't hesitate.
She melted into me, her arms wrapping around my waist, pressing softly against my body.
Mine.
"So sweet," one of her friends cooed.
"Hmm… Kei's boyfriend is so handsome," another sighed.
"Ugh, yeah, he's way too hot."
Some of the girls lamented their misfortune, whispering amongst themselves, jealous that Kei had me and they didn't.
I smirked, my hand casually sliding down her back, letting my fingers linger dangerously close to her ass before speaking.
"How about introducing me to them, Kei?" I murmured, my voice low, teasing.
She tensed slightly—just for a second—before pulling away, reluctantly. Coughing, she tried to compose herself, her face slightly flushed.
"Since that's the case… let me treat all of you," she said, trying to regain control of the conversation.
I didn't let her.
"No," I said smoothly, my grip tightening around her wrist before she could refuse. "Let me treat."
Without waiting for her answer, I grabbed her hand, pulling her into my arm, leading her toward the cafeteria like she belonged to me—because she fucking did.
Her friends squealed behind us, giggling about how romantic it was.
They had no idea.
If only they knew what I was really thinking.
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Yeah, I updated this fic. I know my update stability is pretty much dogshit. Honestly, I have very low motivation for this story—I'm not as passionate as I was when I first posted it. I'll only pick up the pace when I'm truly motivated, which happens to be now. In the future, maybe I'll update this fic consistently again, but I don't know when…
Writing is easy, but finding the motivation for it is much harder, especially since I mostly write for my own amusement and pleasure. And, well, I do get a little sadistic enjoyment from leaving readers on a cliffhanger.