Chapter 11: NTR Guy and Sister (1)
#24OchitaKanojoNTR Guy and Sister (1)
Yesterday and today, that woman didn’t show up for club activities. It seems she’s also been absent from school.
She read my messages but didn’t reply. Maybe her boyfriend found out, and now she’s feeling down.
If that’s the case, she’s truly pathetic.
She betrayed him herself, yet now she’s wallowing in guilt—probably playing the tragic heroine.
If this is all it takes to break her, she’s even weaker than I thought.
She might not have the nerve to actually die, but a s🬀🬀cide attempt wouldn’t be surprising. Just in case, I’ll make sure she sees me as an escape route. That’s why I’ll send a message, acting concerned.
She was so devoted to her childhood friend boyfriend, yet she caved so easily for me. She’ll cling to me if she needs a way out.
Well, if her boyfriend found out she cheated and still decided to take care of her, they might reconcile. If that happens, that’s fine too.
I can just steal her away again and remind myself how disgusting women can be.
Thinking that, I barely hold back a smirk.
Just as I shift gears to start practicing for the drama club, a junior tells me the student council is calling for me.
Honestly, I have a pretty good idea why, but I’ve never been reckless enough to spread videos of the girls I’ve played with.
I doubt the student council would bother interfering in some student’s romantic affairs.
Still, ignoring it might be a hassle, so I obediently head to the student council room.
I knock on the door, and after receiving permission, I step inside.
Standing firm in front of me, arms crossed, is the student council president, Kanemitsu Akari. Beside her, glaring at me from her seat, is the former vice president, Saijo Mizuki, who should have already graduated.
“Kashiwagi-kun, thank you for coming. This is a sensitive matter that would be troublesome to involve the teachers in, so Saijo-senpai wanted to speak with you directly.”
Kanemitsu Akari bows slightly to Saijo-senpai and then moves to leave the room.
As she passes by, she warns, “If you try anything funny with her, I’ll crush you.”
“Kashiwagi Yuito-kun. Have a seat.”
She gestures toward a prepared chair, urging me to sit.
I follow instructions and sit down. Facing her directly, I realize Saijo Mizuki has grown even more beautiful than she was a year ago.
“It’s been a while, Saijo-senpai.”
“…? Have we met before?”
Unfortunately, she doesn’t seem to remember me.
She was one of the few women I genuinely wanted—not just another conquest for fun.
I once stole a girl from a guy who was the club secretary at the time, but that secretary was deeply devoted to the woman in front of me. And yet, when I took his girlfriend, he barely seemed to care.
Well, that was amusing in its own way. The girl I stole was downright pathetic.
“At the club general meeting, we exchanged greetings briefly.”
There’s no need for unnecessary lies. If she doesn’t remember, it just means I wasn’t even on her radar.
“I see, my apologies. I must be blind not to have remembered a student as conspicuous as you.”
Her sharp gaze remains unchanged, though she wears a faint smile.
She has no intention of letting her guard down around me.
“Not at all. Back then, I was still overshadowed by the former club president… More importantly, may I ask why I was called here?”
I make sure to maintain a polite and gentlemanly demeanor.
“Ah, yes. The reason I asked you to come today is simple. Do you recognize this person?”
Saying that, she places a photo—apparently cut from a magazine—in front of me.
The girl in the picture looks slightly more mature, but there’s no mistaking her.
It’s the face of the childhood friend I despise the most.
“Oh? Judging by that reaction, you do know her.”
Caught off guard, I fail to hide my expression.
Seeing my reaction, Saijo-senpai smirks knowingly.
Since she’s already sensed my unease, there’s no point in hiding it. I answer as much as I’m willing to share.
“Yes, she’s an old acquaintance of mine.”
“Hmm. Well, she’s been telling people she’s your girlfriend.”
I don’t know where she heard that from, but that’s one hell of a ridiculous claim.
“That’s impossible. There’s no way I’d date her.”
“Is that so? I think she’s quite beautiful.”
“Looks don’t matter. Besides, dating her is physically impossible.”
“Even if you’re not dating her, that’s quite a strange way to put it.”
The woman before me keeps pressing, as if prying into my past. My irritation grows.
“Isn’t it obvious? Who in their right mind would date a dead person?”
“What?!”
Her expression twists in genuine shock at my blunt statement.
“You… didn’t already know?”
I smirk inwardly. It seems she wanted to learn about that girl but had no idea she had committed s🬀🬀cide.
That means I still have the upper hand in this conversation.
“…That can’t be… there’s no way… but…”
She keeps mumbling to herself, seemingly lost in thought, not even paying attention to me.
“Hey, you want to know about her, don’t you…?”
Just as I attempt to negotiate, she cuts me off.
“No, that’s enough. Just knowing that fact is sufficient. Besides, I don’t see any reason to trust a word you say.”
“…Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve been listening quietly, but you’re really getting on my nerves.”
She’s still just a woman. If I set the mood right and act gently, she’ll fall for it like all the others. And yet, she dares to look down on me.
I stand up, intending to put this arrogant woman in her place.
“I’m recording from here, by the way.”
She points toward the ceiling.
A camera is installed there, capturing everything.
“Tch, how annoying. I’m leaving.”
“One more thing—this is about Rindo Yuna.”
Hearing that name, I immediately sense an opportunity. I might be able to use that loose woman to my advantage.
Pretending to be irritated, I sit back down, ready to listen.