Chapter 83: Chapter 4
Suzune practically bounced with exhilaration as she opened the door to her classroom, feeling in great mood after kissing Seijirou before they separated to go to different classroom.
However, her good mood was momentarily tempered by the sight that immediately greeted her: her two closest friends enthusiastically bullying that utterly disgusting otaku in their class.
What was his name again? Hiporo? Honestly, Suzune couldn't even be bothered to remember.
The boy was simply an object of ridicule, a necessary contrast to their own elevated social status.
Standing center stage was Watanabe Yukina, a stunning girl with deeply tanned skin, long, artfully styled blonde hair, and striking purple eyes.
Yukina was renowned—and sometimes envied—for her very well-endowed figure, a feature she was never ashamed to flaunt in clothes that pushed the boundaries of the school dress code.
Yukina was currently holding a manga she had snatched from the bewildered otaku, waving it just out of his reach.
She was laughing, a high-pitched, melodic sound that was cruel in its intent.
"Come on, otaku-kun! If you want your little fantasy book back, why don't you actually come and take it?" she taunted, insulting his looks and his perpetually sour odor. "Oh, wait, you can't even get close to a girl, can you? Still a little virgin, aren't you?"
Beside her, standing silently and leaning against a desk, was Itoshi Emi.
She was the opposite of Yukina: quiet, with short, silky black hair and dark, expressionless black eyes, along with a dark collar.
She wasn't participating in the taunting directly, instead scrolling through her phone with an air of detached superiority.
These two, along with Suzune, the three of them were collectively recognized as the most popular gyarus in school—the reigning queens of trend and influence, for better or for worse.
However, Suzune knew the ugly truth beneath the polished veneer.
Just like her own transformation, Yukina and Emi had both been incredibly gloomy, withdrawn loners in middle school.
The aggression they showed now was a psychological defense mechanism—a fierce hatred directed at the person they used to be.
They saw their past, weak selves reflected in the desperate eyes of the otaku, and they absolutely despised it.
Yukina, for example, had once been desperately timid.
She was extremely conscious of her naturally large chest size and was terrified of the male gaze.
She had tried to hide her body under thick, baggy clothing, withdrawing from social interaction because the perverted and lecherous stares of males made her feel vulnerable and disgusting.
She had forgotten how many times she was harassed in the train whenever she goes to school back in the day.
Fortunately, she had gained her confidence and seized control of the gaze, flaunt her body openly, and preemptively bully and attack any male she considered a threat to her newfound power.
Emi's trauma was emotional, as she had always desperately wanted to have friends but found it hard to express her feelings, often becoming so timid she would stammer and stutter over every sentence.
This awkwardness only annoyed her classmates, who then turned to bullying her, which made her more withdrawn and struggled more to find friends.
But the moment that had truly sealed her withdrawal was in the second year in Middle school, when her crush had asked her out on a date, only to not show up.
She had waited for several painful hours, unaware that the crush and his friends were actually hiding nearby, filming her distress and taking bets on how long she would wait.
Since then, she rarely expresses her emotions, maintaining a cold, silent façade, almost never responding to anything, even when her classmates would physically throw things at her.
And the catalyst for all their radical change? The reason they were now reformed, confident, aggressive gyarus?
It was all because of Seijirou.
Back then, Suzune had just managed to befriend Seijirou during the initial chaos of high school and, in her naive attempt to forge a cohesive friendship group, she had enthusiastically introduced her two shy, gloomy friends to him.
It was a terrible idea.
It didn't take three days for Seijirou to sleep with both of them.
He had leveraged their emotional vulnerabilities—Yukina's need for validation and Emi's desire for genuine connection—with ruthless efficiency.
Worse, Suzune, already deeply drawn into his orbit, had even actively helped him arrange the hookups, watching her friends fall into his bed.
But the torture continued long after.
For a maddening, agonizing period of almost year up until recently, Seijirou kept sleeping with both Yukina and Emi while completely not touching her—the girl ready to give herself to him.
She doesn't know how she endured that torture, Suzune thought, a shudder running through her.
It was a dark, confusing Chapter that had somehow cemented her dependence on him, transforming her jealousy into the twisted excitement she felt today.
"P-Please....give it back..."
The otaku, Hipuno Shisou, with his entire body trembling, timidly asked for his manga back.
But the fire of intense hatred in his eyes was perfectly hidden by the dense curtain of his long, greasy bangs.
He tried to reach out for the book, his fingers barely skimming the air, but Yukina recoiled sharply, wrinkling her perfect nose in exaggerated disgust.
"Ugh! Did you even take a shower today, otaku-kun? You smell absolutely disgusting. Like mold and stale sweat."
The class, already settled in their seats and waiting for the bell to ring, snickered.
They all knew the unfortunate truth: the otaku really did have a persistent, unpleasant body odor.
Shisou's trembling intensified, causing his bangs to sway slightly, offering a fleeting glimpse of his eyes—eyes now burning with pure, concentrated hate.
Yukina smirked, enjoying the escalating humiliation, before she brazenly grabbed her own voluptuous breasts and squeezed them slightly.
"Why are you staring so intensely?" she challenged, her voice dripping with cruel seduction. "Do you want to touch them, little pervert?"
She saw the otaku's eyes briefly widen beneath the bangs, a flicker of lust confirming her accusation.
And immediately Yukina burst into mocking laughter.
"Hahaha! Sorry!" she chirped, without a shred of sincerity. "Unfortunately for you, these are private properties."
She then deliberately pulled the neck of her low-cut shirt down, showing a sliver of her cleavage.
Near her heart, a small, elegant tattoo became visible: the English word for "slave" in stylish, flowing cursive script—a mark of her servitude to Seijirou, a symbol she wore with aggressive pride.
Just as Yukina was about to crossed a line into dangerous territory, Emi grabbed Yukina's arm and pulled her back, the sudden action startling the blonde girl.
Emi spoke with a low, flat, emotionless voice, never looking up from her phone. "Don't go further than that, Yukina."
Yukina pouted, trying to pull her arm away. "I know my limits, Emi! I was just showing off Seijirou-kun's mark!"
Emi simply hummed in acknowledgement, releasing Yukina's arm, her black eyes remaining fixed on the screen of her phone.
Yukina, bored of Emi's actions, turned back to Shisou and, with a vicious snap of her wrist, dropped his manga to the floor.
She then placed the heel of her expensive leather shoe gifted to her by Seijirou directly on the cover, grinding it slightly into the dust.
She smirked down at him. "Kneel down, Otaku-kun. Pick it up."
Shisou's entire frame shook violently.
How dare you humiliate me like this?! his mind screamed. Why would they have to go this far?! Isn't just making fun of me enough?!
He desperately tried to look at his classmates, his eyes darting quickly, hoping for a sign of help, pity, or intervention.
But every single student acted as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening—gazing out the window, reading a book, or scrolling through their phones.
They all knew the rules. Speaking up now meant incurring the wrath of Yukina and her friends, leading to their own social destruction.
The three gyarus were backed not just by their immense popularity, their network of loyal simps, but by the fearsome name of Kageyama Seijirou.
Using that name, these three could walk sideways and unchallenged not just in the entire school, but across the whole 24th district.
Seeing no help, Shisou swallowed the bitter pill of his pride and slowly lowered himself to his knees on the dirty floor.
Yukina's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to an icy chill. "If you dare to look up at my skirt while you're down there, I'll gouge your eyes out."
Shisou flinched but obeyed the command. He gingerly picked up the crumpled manga just as Yukina moved her foot away.
He then slowly stood up, his head bowed, his face hidden behind his bangs. His fist was clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palm, burning with a searing, desperate hatred.
Just you wait, he vowed internally, his mind already spinning with dark revenge. I'll make all of you pay! Especially you, you arrogant slut! You are proud of being a slave to Kageyama! Let's see what you'll do when you're my slave!
Shisou hadn't actually had a suitable target yet, so he hadn't tested the mysterious hypnosis app.
He didn't know if it would even work.
But in that moment, fueled by that painful humiliation, he made his decision: the first person he would use this devastating power on, the first person he would completely break, was this proud, cruel slut, Watanabe Yukina.
"Alright girls, knock it off, classes are about to start."
The bullying stopped instantly as Suzune, who had been watching the entire exchange from the door, finally spoke up.
She clapped her hands together sharply, her tone authoritative. "Go back to your seats."
Yukina immediately shed her cruel persona, turning to Suzune with a sweet, radiant smile.
She hugged her affectionately. "Good morning, Suzu-chan! You look amazing today."
Suzune sighed, accepting the embrace. "Good morning, Yukina. Now sit down."
"Morning," Emi whispered softly, still scrolling through her phone as she trailed behind Yukina.
Suzune greeted Emi back and gestured toward their desks.
The two girls obediently complied, with Yukina sighing dramatically. "Ugh, I wanted to mess with the otaku a bit more!"
"Boring," whispered Emi, following Yukina to their seat in the first row.
Suzune's gaze lingered on Shisou for a moment, her eyes narrowed, an instinct honed by her association with Seijirou telling her that something felt different about the usually inert otaku today.
There was a dangerous vibration beneath his timidity.
But she ultimately decided not to dwell on it and simply headed toward her own seat just as the bell finally rang.
Shisou sank into his chair, the weight of the humiliation settling over him.
He could only swallow his festering anger, the crumpled manga clutched tightly in his hand, as he meticulously planned his revenge.