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V3 My Girlfriend Cheated so I’m Cheating To Chapter 8

Strategist: Yuu Isshiki

KO-FIDISCORD


Chapter 8 : Strategist: Yuu Isshiki

Golden Week entered its latter half..

In that case, what kind of group do you think it is? Maybe supporters of other Miss Muse contestants?”

“I think that’s highly likely.”

“Who do you suspect?”

Kazumi-san peered at me as if trying to see through me.

I hesitated for a moment before she said what I was thinking.

“Akane Ryudo or Karen?”

“Why do you think that?”

I asked, seeking her reasoning.

“Among the nine Miss Muse contestants, those two are the most hostile towards Touko. Especially Akane, who seems to be fiercely competitive against Touko. Given the situation, it’s likely either Karen, who’s close behind Touko in follower count, or Akane, who’s just ahead. Particularly, Akane has been burning with a strong competitive spirit against Touko.”

Indeed, considering the current situation, that seemed the most plausible. But…

“I don’t want to believe that Karen would resort to such underhanded tactics. Not that I’m confirming it’s Akane-san either.”

I answered that way. After all, Karen had previously given Touko-senpai a hint when her follower count wasn’t growing.

Would Karen, who had done such a thing before, now resort to petty tactics to undermine Touko-senpai?

Hearing my response, Kazumi-san crossed her arms.

“Well, considering she’s your ex, I understand you might not want to think badly of her… But I still want you to be cautious about those two going forward.”

“That’s not what I meant. It’s okay. I have no intention of protecting Karen.”

I replied, slightly indignant.

On the first day back at university after the Golden Week, I was approached by some classmates after the first period.

“Hey, Yuu. You’re supporting Touko Sakurajima, right? I heard she’s competing with Akane Ryudo, last year’s Miss Jouto Dai, in the upcoming Miss Muse representative battle.”

I was startled. How did they know?

“Don’t look so surprised. Look, Akane Ryudo posted a comment on Twitter.”

One of them showed me his phone.

“Akane Ryudo and I, Touko Sakurajima, will be competing to see who comes out on top in the Miss Muse representative battle.”

It was a brief message but enough to gather attention.

“So, what do you think? Who’s going to win?”

Another guy asked.

“How should I know? But I believe Touko-senpai will win.”

“Wow, really? Then I might bet on Touko Sakurajima too.”

“Betting? What do you mean?”

I asked, puzzled.

“We’re all betting on who will come out on top.”

“What? You guys are doing that?”

“Yeah, not just us. It’s a buzz all over the university.”

“They even set up a separate server for betting outside the university.”

I held my head in my hands. They really don’t understand the situation.

“So, what are the current predictions?”

“The favorite is definitely Akane Ryudo. After all, she’s been Miss Jouto Dai for two consecutive years.”

“The challenger is Touko Sakurajima. She’s been called ‘the Shadow Miss Jouto Dai’ for so long. Even before, if she had competed, winning Miss Jouto Dai would have been certain. There are many voices pushing her as the favorite.”

“The dark horse is Karen Mitsu. She has a passionate fanbase, so there might be a surprise upset.”

They each explained politely.

Honestly, they were putting so much effort into such trivial matters.

Well, it’s a festival-like event, so it can’t be helped.

The guy who first talked to me patted me on the shoulder.

“For that reason, I thought that Isshiki, who’s always around Touko Sakurajima, the second most popular girl, and is the ex-boyfriend of Karen Mitsu, the third most popular, might have some accurate information.”

Others leaned in towards me, as if pressing for answers.

“During the final representative selection, there’s the ‘Goddess’s final self-PR and the supporter’s endorsement speech’, and also a speech by the Goddess answering questions collected from the general students, right? If Isshiki has any information on that, let me know.”

I stood up, as if shaking off these people.

“I don’t have any information. But as I said before, I believe Touko-senpai can win, and I’m giving it my all for that. That’s all I can say for now.”

With that reply, I headed to the exit to go to the next classroom.

…The representative selection is indeed drawing a lot of attention. I definitely don’t want to lose.

And the same must be true for Akane Rindou.

It happened at lunchtime that day.

Ishida was called to the student office due to a registration error, so I ended up eating lunch alone.

Well, eating alone occasionally isn’t so bad.

Since the first afternoon class was cancelled, I decided to go to a diner away from the university.

I’m fond of their escalope (a dish with pork cutlet on butter rice, topped with demi-glace sauce – originally a local dish from Nemuro in Hokkaido).

I also wanted to think about the representative selection on my own.

After entering the shop, I bought a meal ticket and sat at the table furthest inside.

A staff member came to take my meal ticket and brought water.

I opened my laptop after taking a sip of water.

…I need to gather votes by this Saturday…

Only Joto University students can vote in this representative selection.

The ID for online voting is the university email address, so one can’t have multiple accounts.

Touko-senpai, Akane Rindou, and Karen each have about fifteen thousand followers, almost in a dead heat.

How many of them are from our university?

How can we appeal more?

Are there any other potential voters?

What are the movements of the other candidates besides Rindou and Karen?

Various thoughts crossed my mind.

…What kind of moves are Akane Rindou and Karen making right now?…

“Ah, we meet again.”

I was suddenly spoken to and looked up.

There stood Karen, one of the people I had just been thinking about.

“The shop seems busy, so I’ll sit here.”

Karen sat opposite me without waiting for my response, facing me across a small two-seater table.

After handing her meal ticket to the arriving staff member, Karen spoke to me casually.

“Yu-kun, you come to this shop too? Their escalope is delicious, isn’t it?”

But I glared at Karen sharply.

“Cut the act. You knew I was here and came, didn’t you?”

It’s too unnatural to run into each other like this, especially in a diner away from the university and not particularly stylish, something Karen would prefer.

“Huh? Is that what you think? That Karen-chan followed you here? You’re pretty confident.”

“It’s not about confidence. I thought it was strange when we met in the cafeteria before. It seemed like you were gauging my situation before talking to me.”

“Isn’t that just a coincidence?”

“This diner is quite far from the university and not near any station. Our students hardly come here, especially girls. I only came because Ishida is absent and my first afternoon class was canceled. Meeting Karen here by chance is too much of a coincidence.”

“Tehe, you caught me!”

Karen stuck out her tongue and lightly tapped her head.

“Don’t bother acting cute in front of me. You know it won’t work.”

“It’s not about working or not, it’s about setting my own mood.”

Karen said this nonchalantly.

“How did you know I was here?”

Meeting Karen like this often, I can’t calmly think of a strategy.

“Don’t underestimate the power of my KGB.”

“What’s that, KGB?”

I asked while drinking water.

“It stands for ‘Karen-chan, Ganbare, BOYS.'”

I almost spit out my water.

She can say such things without shame.

“What’s that?”

“They’re reliable boys who support me!”

Indeed, I recall back when she was in the club, there were always a few guys hanging around her like followers.

Back then, as her boyfriend, I felt uneasy about it, but I couldn’t argue when Karen insisted, “They’re just friends!”

Likely, in her department and in new clubs she’s joined, there are “boys who serve as her pawns.”

“I get it, Karen has her entourage. But still…”

“Don’t call them an entourage, it’s more elegant to say ‘personal guard’!” Karen interrupts, cutting off my words.

…I think “personal guard” sounds more pretentious.

“How do you manipulate this personal guard? Surely you’re not luring them with your body, are you?”

Considering she baits with teasing photos on SNS, it wouldn’t be surprising if she did.

But Karen, looking almost offended, throws her hands up in the air. “How rude! I don’t do such things. After all, an idol never sleeps with her fans.”

Idol? Since when did you become one?

“So, these personal guards are serving you purely out of their affection for Karen?”

“That’s right. They all adore me.”

Poor guys, all deceived by Karen.

And to think, I was once one of them.

As I ponder this, Karen’s expression suddenly changes.

Her playful facade shifts to a gaze as calculating as a snake eyeing its prey.

“To manipulate men, you can’t go all the way with them. Once you sleep with them, they start thinking they own you. It’s best to keep them at just the right distance, making them think there’s still a chance.”

Haha, hearing this so bluntly is somehow refreshing.

“What a sly woman…”

I can’t help but smile wryly at her audacity.

But Karen takes it in stride.

“All women are like that. You, Yu, are caught in this web too, aren’t you?”

“Are you referring to when we were dating?”

She shakes her head.

“No, I mean now. Touko is using the same tactics on you. She’s keeping you interested but never lets you get too close. Occasionally she drops sweet words to ensure you don’t let go, making you wonder if there’s a chance.”

I glare at Karen.

I want to vehemently deny it, but arguing here seems futile.

“If someone were to look from the outside, they might see my and Touko-senpai’s relationship in that way.”

And deep down, I’ve always had this nagging feeling.

No, it’s not like “Touko-senpai is keeping me on the hook” or anything.

It’s just that I’m unclear about “how I intend to proceed with Touko-senpai in the future.”

I believe our relationship has transcended mere senior-junior status.

But to say we are lovers, that’s far from it.

What should I do moving forward?

“Don’t glare like that, you’re scaring me~” Karen says, hugging her fists to her mouth and shrinking her shoulders in a coy pose.

“That’s why I told you to stop that girlish act. What do you want, anyway?”

Let’s cut to the chase already.

She must have had her entourage track me down for a reason.

I have no intention of playing a bad comedy routine with her here.

Just then, my ordered escalope arrives, along with Karen’s.

It’s a lot for a girl to finish.

“Touko’s anti-measures seem to have worked well.”

“Was that your doing?” I ask.

But she immediately denies it.

“No, I didn’t do anything. Maybe someone from my KGB did it without me knowing. But I’m not directly involved.”

It doesn’t seem like she’s lying.

“So, was it Akane Rindou’s doing?”

I take a bite of the thinly sliced cutlet on my escalope.

“It’s likely. Akane Rindou’s personal guard is incomparable to mine. More importantly, she despises Touko to death.”

Karen takes a bite of her butter rice.

“Why does Akane Rindou hate Touko-senpai so much? She’s a two-time Miss Joto University winner.”

“That’s exactly why. All along, people have been saying, ‘If Touko had participated, Akane Rindou wouldn’t have won Miss Joto University.’ It must be infuriating. And she has such high pride. She’s boiling with rage towards Touko. Wouldn’t be surprised if she’s set up a cursed straw doll or something.”

“So she’s trying to crush Touko-senpai in this Miss Muse contest?”

“Pretty much. If she wins over Touko in the upcoming representative battle, Akane Rindou can confidently declare herself ‘the top among Joto University’s women.’ She’d do anything for that.”

I can sense a hint of animosity towards Akane Rindou in Karen’s tone.

But if Karen dislikes Akane, there’s something that doesn’t add up.

“But Karen, weren’t you the one who first invited Touko-senpai to Miss Muse? It has nothing to do with Akane Rindou, right?”

Karen looks at me and smirks creepily.

“Well, who knows. After all, Akane Rindou and I are from the same department, senior and junior. It wouldn’t be strange if there were some connections, right?”

“What do you mean? What are you thinking…?”

At this point, Karen clapped her hands twice, making a ‘pan, pan’ sound.

“That’s enough about that topic. There’s something more important to discuss.”

“What’s more important?”

“You may think you’ve handled the anti-measures well, but Akane Rindou is not so naive. That was probably just the beginning.”

“So, you mean Akane Rindou will still make a move?”

“It’s safer to assume so. She’s probably determined enough, and being a two-time Miss Joto University winner is not a trivial matter.”

“That sounds like you’re implying there’s some hidden secret behind her two consecutive wins…”

As I began to say that, I suddenly realized something.

Karen looked at me quietly but with a serious gaze.

“I don’t know anything for certain. But it wouldn’t be strange if there was some backing. The club supporting Rindou has produced several Miss Joto University winners in the past. It’s worth being suspicious.”

By this time, Karen had already finished her escalope.

She can eat quite a bit, can’t she?

As Karen stood up to leave, saying “I’ll be going now,” I stopped her.

“I asked before, but why are you telling me this? Are you our enemy or ally?”

Karen gave me a sharp look.

“I’ve said this before, remember? I want you to stir things up for Touko in the Miss Muse contest. There’s no deeper meaning than that.”

Then, she made a cutesy face again, placing her index finger beside her cheek.

“Besides, Akane-san is a senior in my department, and Touko-san is a former club senior. I want to enjoy the Miss Muse contest with everyone!”

With that, she turned her back to me and left.

I watched Karen leave in stunned silence.

After our conversation, I researched the past ten years of Miss and Runner-Up Miss Joto University winners.

Departments, seminars, research labs, clubs, and extracurricular activities they were part of.

Fortunately, the SNS accounts of the Miss Joto University candidates up to five years ago were still available, making it possible to deduce their social connections.

Karen had hinted that there might be something underhanded about Akane Rindou winning Miss Joto University two years in a row.

…How were the winners of Miss Joto University chosen in the past…

I immediately contacted Kazumi-san and asked, “What was Miss Joto University like until last year?”

Kazumi-san, not knowing much herself, said she would introduce me to someone more knowledgeable.

After my fifth period class, I met them at a coffee shop near the university.

Soon, Touko-senpai arrived, slightly late, along with Kazumi-san and a man.

“This is Miura-san, a senior from our seminar, now a first-year graduate student. He was part of the Media Research Club during his undergraduate years and was involved in the operation of Miss Joto University,” Kazumi-san introduced.

Miura-san greeted Touko-senpai with a light wave.

“Hey, long time no see, Touko-san. I heard you’re participating in Miss Muse this year? It’s the talk of the town.”

“It’s been a while, Miura-san,” Touko-senpai politely bowed.

Then, Miura-san turned to me.

“You’re new to me.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Yu Isshiki, a second-year student in the Faculty of Science and Engineering.”

Miura-san sat down across from me, with Touko-senpai next to me and Kazumi-san across from her.

“So, what did you want to ask?”

Miura-san said, looking at Touko-senpai.

No, it’s not Touko-senpai who has the question, but me.

“I want to know about Miss Joto University until last year.”

“About Miss Joto University until last year? What exactly do you mean?”

Miura-san looked puzzled.

I hesitated to respond. It’s hard to blatantly ask, “Was there any foul play in Miss Joto University?”

Especially to someone who was involved in its operation, such a question might be unpleasant, closing off any chance of getting an answer.

“I just want to know how Miss Joto University was determined.”

“Well, that sounds like something you could ask a senior in the club,” Miura-san began.

“Candidates are self-nominated or nominated by others. If the organizers feel like someone should participate, they’ll approach them. We’ve invited Touko-san several times, haven’t we?”

Miura-san looked at Touko-senpai.

Touko-senpai answered briefly with a “yes.” Perhaps she’s not comfortable with Miura-san?

“So you narrow down to a few finalists, and from them, you choose the Miss Joto University, right?”

“That’s right. Every year we select about ten finalists. The Miss and Runner-Up Miss are announced during the school festival.”

“How do you decide on the winners? I heard it’s not just voting.”

“We take online voting into account, but ultimately it’s a discussion among the judges. It’s quite tough to get everyone to agree. Meetings lasting until late at night were common.”

Miura-san seemed to enjoy talking. If I steer the conversation right, he’ll keep going.

“So, you’re saying the Miss Joto University is decided before the day of the festival, not on the day itself?”

“Yeah. Deciding on the day can be quite problematic and cause disputes. Some universities do decide on the day based on audience votes at the venue, but then you have issues like big clubs occupying most of the seats. That can lead to trouble.”

I see, that makes sense.

But deciding in a closed meeting with only the judges also seems like it could be a source of conflict.

“How are the judges selected?”

“Primarily, it’s members of the Circle Coordination Council. Since it consists of representatives from various clubs, that’s the least controversial.”

I observed Miura-san’s expressions and gestures. There were no signs of deception.

But Karen had said, “It wouldn’t be strange if there was some backing.” Was that just speculation?

“Even so, there are clubs more enthusiastic about the beauty contest than others.”

Miura-san’s offhand comment caught my attention.

“What do you mean by that? Are there clubs that have more influence in the beauty contest?”

“Yeah. Clubs like the Manga Club or the Wind Orchestra aren’t interested in it, and the Literature Club was even opposed to it. Bodybuilding or the Wander-Vogel clubs generally have fewer female members, so they’re not keen on the hassle of being judges.”

“Which clubs were more proactive about the beauty contest?”

“The Media Research Club I was in was quite active. But since we were kind of the organizers, there was an unspoken agreement to not field candidates from our own club. Other than us, the Advertising Research Club, the Event Planning Research Club, and the Beauty Circle were quite enthusiastic.”

“Were representatives from these three clubs often judges?”

“Yes, not every time, but they were frequently involved. I think for the past five years, all three have had judges.”

Miura-san really liked to talk. He seemed almost like he was waiting for someone to ask him about this.

From this conversation, I got the impression that “the beauty contest itself wasn’t engaging in unfair practices.”

If there had been wrongdoing on the part of the Miss Joto University organizers, Miura-san wouldn’t be so freely chatting about it.

Rather, he would be wary of my probing questions.

And then, Miura-san provided a key piece of information.

“Oh yeah, this year’s Miss Muse judges are the last five Miss Joto University winners.”

“Last five winners?”

When I asked for clarification, Miura-san replied knowingly,

“Yes. They’re all graduates now, of course. And it’s the five before Akane Rindou.”

“Do you know which years they were the winners?”

“Like I said, the most recent five before Akane Rindou.”

…So it’s them…

I visualized the five people in my mind.

This might be an opportunity for me.

“They’ve all made different choices. A TV broadcaster, a freelance announcer, working for a cosmetics company, publishing, apparel. They all used the beauty contest effectively for job hunting.”

As Miura-san reminisced, I spoke up.

“Excuse me, Miura-san. I have a favor to ask…”

After our conversation, we left the café.

Miura-san kept talking about “how much he struggled with the beauty contest,” but it sounded more like boasting to me.

Toward the end, we had to practically cut off the eager-to-talk Miura-san.

Later, Touko-senpai, Kazumi-san, and I stopped at a cake shop near Funahashi Station.

We couldn’t risk being overheard near the university.

“So, Isshiki-kun, did you get a hold of anything?”

Kazumi-san was the first to speak up.

“Yes, I think there are three key pieces of information. First, ‘the beauty contest operations themselves are not engaging in unfair practices.’ If there were unfair practices in the operations, he wouldn’t have spoken so freely.”

“That makes sense,” Kazumi-san agreed.

But Touko-senpai looked puzzled.

“When you say ‘the operations,’ does that mean ‘there might be unfairness elsewhere’?”

“I couldn’t get confirmation on that, but there were clues. Certain clubs have been frequently represented among the beauty contest judges.”

“So, even if the operations are fair, there might have been manipulation in the judging.”

“That’s what I want to clarify going forward.”

But Kazumi-san looked skeptical.

“Is there a point in confirming that? It’s about past beauty contests, right? This time, the judges for Miss Muse aren’t from the clubs but are former Miss Joto University winners. Isn’t that irrelevant?”

“Is it, though? If past beauty contest winners received support from their clubs, then indirectly, those clubs could have influence.”

Touko-senpai seemed convinced.

“So, Isshiki-kun, you asked Miura-san for ‘the contact information of the former Miss Joto University winners who are judging Miss Muse.'”

“Yes, he refused, saying it’s personal information. But he promised to pass my contact information to them, and if they’re okay with it, they’ll contact me.”

Kazumi-san chuckled.

“Can’t blame him for refusing. But I’ll push from my side too. And the other important information?”

“The judges for Miss Muse are the last five Miss Joto University winners. And in the past, judges have often come from the Advertising Research Club, the Event Planning Research Club, and the Beauty Circle.”

“No wrongdoing in the operations. But the judging may have been influenced by three clubs. And now, the judges are the past five Miss Joto University winners…”

Touko-senpai pondered, then looked at me.

“I see where you’re going with this, Isshiki-kun, but it’s not quite a smoking gun.”

“True. And even if Akane Rindou is planning something, we still can’t see how to stop it.”

“Still, knowing who’s backing our opponent is important. Otherwise, we can’t anticipate their moves,” said Touko-senpai, biting her lip in thought.

“By the way, in this scenario, where does Karen stand?” asked Kazumi-san.

“Karen, huh…”

I also didn’t have an answer to that.

In fact, I don’t understand what Karen is thinking.

It’s certain that Karen pulled Touko-senpai into the Miss Muse contest.

But I can’t figure out her intention. Touko-senpai participating in Miss Muse should only be a disadvantage for Karen.

After all, Touko-senpai and Karen are competing for the second-highest number of followers. They are probably competing in the voting as well.

And it was Karen who gave me hints about this matter.

Yet, she insinuates some connection with Akane Rindou.

She’s elusive… that’s my opinion.

Originally, she was someone who acted on a whim, but regarding Miss Muse, she must have some plan.

Seeing me deep in thought, Kazumi-san suggested,

“Why not try reaching out to Karen yourself, Isshiki-kun? If you talk openly, you might understand something.”

Touko-senpai looked at Kazumi-san and then at me with a slightly complicated expression.

“What do you think? I don’t think she will tell me her true feelings.”

“But you’re Karen’s ex, aren’t you? Even if the relationship is broken, you might catch something from the way she talks or her expressions.”

But she lies as easily as she breathes…

Touko-senpai let out a small sigh.

“It might be good to talk to Karen-san once. She seems to have a soft spot for you, Isshiki-kun.”

She said that with a tightness around her mouth.

Maybe this will be the turning point where something starts to move.

The next day, I was having lunch with Ishida in the cafeteria when I said,

“I want to go to the student office after lunch, can you come with me?”

“Sure, what do you need there?”

“Meika-chan said she wants to attend our university next year and is interested in the Open Campus.”

“Ah, Meika-chan is already a senior in high school, huh? It feels fast. We were just seniors ourselves not long ago.”

“We didn’t go to any Open Campus, did we?”

“I think we talked about it, but the application period had already ended, right?”

Ishida nodded in response to my words.

“Yeah. So Meika said there are Open Campuses for high school students in May and August. She prefers May since August would be too hot.”

“I see.”

After our meal, we headed straight to the student office.

After receiving the pamphlet, Ishida muttered,

“Well, the application itself is online, so the pamphlet isn’t essential.”

“Let me see it.”

Ishida handed me the pamphlet.

“Hmm, the schedule is this coming Saturday?”

As I said that, my eyes were drawn to a particular section.

“This is on the day of the Spring Festival, right? The same day as the Miss Muse final selection.”

“What? Let me see.”

Ishida peered over.

“Yeah, it says here. After the school tour, there are club and circle introductions. It even mentions Miss Muse.”

My eyes were fixed on the line below.

“And it says, ‘Future students of Joto University, why not vote in Miss Muse?’ Does this mean high school students attending the Open Campus can vote too?”

“It seems like it,” Ishida agreed.

I looked at Ishida.

“When you give this pamphlet to Meika-chan, can I talk to her too?”

“Yeah, let’s get her to help us if she can vote.”

“Is that why you contacted me?”

Meika-chan looked displeased, chewing on her drink straw.

We had immediately contacted Meika-chan and arranged to meet her locally that same day.

“C’mon, Meika. You wanted to see Yu, right?”

“I wanted to see him, but not for this reason.”

Meika-chan turned away.

This is going the wrong way.

“Sorry, Meika-chan. But since you’re attending the Open Campus anyway, I was hoping you could also vote in Miss Muse.”

“You mean vote for Touko-san, right?”

Meika-chan clearly wasn’t enthusiastic.

“Well, yeah, something like that.”

I replied with a forced smile.

“Even if I vote, one vote won’t make a difference, right? And the votes from high school students at the Open Campus don’t count as full votes, do they?”

We had confirmed this point with the organizers and explained it to Meika-chan just before.

Apparently, high school students attending the Open Campus are allowed to vote in a special category called “Future Joto University Students’ Votes.” While these votes don’t count fully, they are added as a reference.

For now, we have to do everything we can.

“Don’t say that, Meika. Yu specifically asked for your help.”

Ishida emphasized the “Yu” part.

That’s not necessary, I thought.

Meika-chan answered with a sigh.

“Alright, I’ll vote for Touko-san at the Open Campus.”

“Great! Thank you!”

I blurted out in relief, and Meika-chan’s eyes sparkled.

“But I have one condition. Will you listen to it?”

A condition? I wonder what she’s going to say.

“If it’s something I can do…”

“It’s simple. Midterm exams are coming up, and I want you to help me study.”

I was relieved.

“That’s all? Of course, I’m okay with that.”

“I want it to be at your place, Yu-san. Just the two of us.”

“At my place, just the two of us?”

I inadvertently looked towards Ishida.

Ishida’s eyes were wide with surprise.

“Is that a problem?”

Meika-chan asked with a look that almost seemed threatening.

“No, it’s not a problem, but…”

“On one condition, I’ll be bringing some friends along, and you’ll need to ask them to vote for Touko-senpai too.”

“O-Okay. That would be helpful.”

Meika-chan then smiled brightly.

“Then, it’s a deal!”

“Y-Yeah.”

As I stumbled over my words, Ishida said,

“For now, we’ll keep this a secret from your parents.”

📢 Maybe you see "V2" or "V3" and so on in the NOVEL TITLE, it means what VOLUMES the NOVEL is.
My Girlfriend Cheated on Me With a Senior, so I’m Cheating on Her With His Girlfriend

My Girlfriend Cheated on Me With a Senior, so I’m Cheating on Her With His Girlfriend

Kanojo ga Senpai ni NTR-reta no de, Senpai no Kanojo wo NTR-masu, Kanojo NTR (LN), 彼女が先輩にNTRれたので、先輩の彼女をNTRます
Score 7.6
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: , Artist: , Released: 2021 Native Language: Japanese
“Touko-senpai! Please have an affair with me!” “Calm down, Isshiki-kun… I won’t be satisfied unless we make those two who cheated on us experience hell itself!” Isshiki Yuu was shocked by his girlfriend cheating on him, so he decided to cheat on her with the girlfriend of the boy who stole his girlfriend, Sakurajima Touko, who also happened to be the senpai he admires. As part of their plan, Touko proposed to have the greatest possible ‘payback’, and so she started to make Yuu into an attractive and popular man with girls!? His choice of clothes, the conversation topics, etc… Yuu finds himself in the middle of a crazy increase in his reputation with the girls; however, his feelings for Touko only continue to grow. As their plan continues to progress, the relationship between the two of them suddenly grows intimate… What is this ‘payback’ that the two who were cheated on will carry out on Christmas Eve?! What is the conclusion that awaits the two of them!? The curtains rise on a love comedy of revenge!

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