Chapter 1 – Prologue
Human aesthetic standards tend to converge in one place regardless of gender.
Just as a handsome man is very pretty when dressed as a woman, a pretty woman is very handsome when dressed as a man.
As a result, once you reach the pinnacle of beauty, the distinction between genders has become meaningless.
Example. My girlfriend was like that
My girlfriend, who was my first and probably my last love, is popular with men, but at the same time, she was equally popular with women.
At first, he confesses his heart through her messenger, but he is blocked by her iron wall and has no choice but to make a public confession, but as expected. She says no without the slightest hesitation.
So, among the many nicknames, the nickname of the goddess of iron walls was added.
So, a question arises here. As I said before, why did she become my girlfriend when she immediately rejects a confession, whether it be a man or a woman?
There was a bit of an absurd reason for this.
That’s right. Simply because of her doubts.
I saw her when she was in middle school and her long term crush on her started straight away.
An ordinary face, an ordinary grade, an ordinary family, and an ordinary human relationship. Men and women who were far superior to me, who had nothing of her own, confessed to her and then got different, but I couldn’t muster up the courage to tell her.
It’s going to be abandoned anyway, and if anyone sees it, it’s going to be ridiculed.
So, she tries countless times to like other people, but her heart hasn’t changed even when she sees the women around her and celebrities rumored to be pretty.
That’s because there wasn’t a single person prettier than her.
Then one day.
Today, as always, she confesses her feelings to her, and giggles inside her as she sees the men who have dumped her. I laughed, but on the other hand, I was crazy to envy them for having such courage.
After the school day was over, before starting the night, I was muttering while looking at a picture of her face in a deserted place.
I like it too. I want to confess. But it must be a difference, she said, spitting out stale words.
But all in all, she ran away from the eyes of others, and the place she ran away from is where I am.
And while calling her own name, she saw me pouring out words that I wouldn’t be able to say in front of her.
While looking at the photos, of course I would be disgusted, but contrary to expectations, she asked me where and how I like it. Then she said she would date me.
When I heard the reason, she said, she started questioning her lover because her friends constantly told her that she was happy every day, where she went and what she did with her boyfriend.
Will she really be able to get those emotions and feelings like her friends say.
I couldn’t believe it.
Is it a momentary dream? Or maybe she was playing a prank on me, so I pinched her cheek, but the reality in front of her didn’t change.
So absurdly, I ended up dating the world’s most beautiful woman.
The day after they started dating, she received a confession that was the same as yesterday.
This time, he was a handsome sportsman called the king car of another school.
However, she coldly refused, saying that she had a boyfriend, as if what she said yesterday wasn’t a lie.
It must be a joke The thought that she would go out with such an insignificant, insignificant man was dominant, and I, who should be envied, had become the most pitiful person in the world before I knew it.
Of course, I have no choice but to think that way, but after trying dating and skinship with her that would have been possible with her boyfriend, I was checking out what it would be like to date her boyfriend for real, not her lies.
You should be happy to accept that it’s not a prank or bullying.
Her fast-breaking relationship with her lasted for quite some time.
She held her hand in a week, kissed her in two weeks, and intermingled in a month.
She said her progress was not without speed, but luckily her friend boasted that she was so ecstatic about having sex with her.
As if to prove her first time, when blood flowed from inside her, her heart was broken, but she felt good.
With the thought that I soiled the woman that others looked up to with my stuff. And after taking her first and having sex with her, her lust for her came to life.
Originally, she thought it was an unattainable love, but as time went by, she and I found that there were many things we were compatible with, and more than anything else, the first sex she had felt so good that it seemed like it would fly away.
This came back to me and she made me love her wholeheartedly.
“Hmm… Wind?”
Time passed again, and one of her friends, who judged that the relationship between me and her was not serious, called me during her break and threatened me.
She vomited, saying that my love could not be taken away by a scumbag like you.
And she happened to see the scene, and she came to mistake it for a tryst.
“No! Absolutely not!”
I panicked and screamed in a hurry, but her friend took this as an opportunity and hugged me and affirmed that the wind was right.
That’s when things get serious. While I was cooking my heart, I heard words that were hard to understand.
“It’s… Not a bad feeling, right?”
She said as she placed her hand over her voluptuous breasts with a smile on her lips.
“Eh…? Not a bad feeling? What are you talking about?”
Her friend was perplexed.
“You two have sex.”
Words fell like bombs.
“What are you talking about? No. It’s not a tryst! I really only love you. I’ve already thought of the names of my son and daughter!”
“I know. I’ve only heard about cheating once. How can you be mistaken when the two of you fight like that? Anyway, let’s have sex.”
After dating She was an impatient person when she was curious.
“Three. Sex. You’re talking to me for the first time today?”
It’s a wish my girlfriend gave me permission for. Apart from men, it was impossible not to be excited if it was a person.
On top of that, this girl who clings to me is not as good as my girlfriend, but when I walk down the street alone with a very pretty appearance, I am constantly asked if I have any plans to become a celebrity at various agencies or if I have a boyfriend.
How dare you have sex with a boy like that? It would be nice if permission was granted.
“Poetry, I hate it!”
My girlfriend’s friend shook her head vigorously and refused, as expected.
“Why?”
“Why! That’s ridiculous! First of all, he’s your boyfriend!”
“Are you okay.”
“No, I’m not okay?!”
“Why?”
“Why not!”
“Why. It’s mine anyway. What’s wrong with me saying I’ll lend it to you?”
My girlfriend looked at me with a look of genuine disapproval, and I nodded her head with subtle emotion.
As she said, everything about me belonged to her.
He was willing to do whatever she asked for to avoid being asked to break up with her.
Despite her prompting to have sex with her own friend on the roof of her school.
“You… Are strange.”
Her friend denied the reality, saying that my friend was not like this.
“No?”
“Ugh… I don’t like it. No, I absolutely can’t.”
Just as a man doesn’t want to save the first time, a woman doesn’t bother to save the first time either.
Even so, the reason he refuses is simply because he doesn’t like the fact that he has to sacrifice his beautiful body to a scum that took away the person he loves.
“Then let’s finish it.”
“Uh…? No, it’s over? What does that mean?”
“Don’t you like me?”
Startle.
Was it hidden? My friend looked quite perplexed.
“The other kids are like you, but you were too explicit. I don’t like it.”
Even I wouldn’t stop at the level of not liking it if one of my friends secretly likes me, even if it’s not enough for me to be homosexual.
“Ah, ah. Mi-I’m sorry. I was wrong. Please… Don’t say that.”
It was a happy day just by being by my side, but from now on, I didn’t want to be friends, let alone talking to each other.
Even if you give your body to something you hate.
“Ha, I will. I will have sex.”
The bell announcing recess was over rang throughout the school.
My girlfriend’s friend began to take off her uniform slowly, trembling but using the sound of her bell as the rhythm.
“Do I have to?”
“Why don’t you like it?”
“No… It’s not like that. A little like that.”
“Really? Then you don’t have to.”
Fortunately, I didn’t threaten to break up if I didn’t play a fairly large part in her heart.
“Oh, no. I’ll do it. I-I’m fine.”
But her friend was different.
It’s not enough to be homosexual, so I’ve been caught liking it, but I’m sure it’s already seen in a bad way. I increased the speed at which I took off my clothes to get even a little score.
“I don’t have to. Are you really okay?”
“Uh, yes. Heh, hehe. If you like it, it’s okay.”
Not okay at all My body and tone were trembling.
“Are you okay?”
Even if the girlfriend sees her pitiful friend, she wonders whether it is first to solve her current doubts. She smiled and told me
“Are you really okay?”
“Because it’s okay. Do it… Do it!”
Last check car. As I asked, it came to urging her to commit it rather quickly, with her eyes wet.
In the end, I skipped class and raped the woman I was talking to for the first time today in front of my girlfriend, whom I love more than her parents.
And, as for the girlfriend, the inclination of Netorare, who had been asleep in the depths, opened her eyes.
wow
damm