My Girlfriend Was Stolen From Me, but I Was Trained by the Four Heavenly Kings of B*tchy Gals at School (Including My Childhood Friend) and Before I Knew It, I Had Become a Monster
My (Matsutaka Kensei) first love was in the second year of junior high school, which is a bit late for most people.
The other party was Shirasaka Kotomi, who was in the same class and a member of the literature club.
She wears glasses and has pigtails. Generally speaking, she was a girl of modest appearance.
She is one of the few who show up seriously in the literature club, which has almost all ghost members.
I joined the club to have more contact with her.
Originally, I preferred physical exercise to reading books.
But as I read various books, I came to really like reading books, and I began to show up at the club without fail.
So we were often alone in the club room……well, actually, we were just reading our favorite books facing each other in the corner of the library.
Because neither of us are very talkative.
The only sound that usually echoes is the sound of books being flipped through in silence. But it’s not awkward; in fact, there is a comfortable and unique atmosphere in the air.
As these casual days accumulate, I naturally begin to cherish these moments more and more.
At the time, I was self-consciously thinking that it was the same for the her.
So, using this misunderstanding as a propellant, I confessed my feelings.
“I liked you. Please go out with me.”
I mustered up all the courage I could muster.
When I received her confession, I saw the nervous look on her face.
She only said, [Yes] with a bashful smile on her face.
From then on.
Even after going out with her, the number of words we said to each other never increased to an extreme level. But we started to look at each other a little more often, and our eyes naturally met more often.
A slightly embarrassing moment.
But I felt it was more important than anything else, and the time we shared was precious, making our time in the library even more special than before.
Of course, now that we are together, we spend more time together outside of the library.
We studied for exams together and went on dates on weekends.
Just like any normal couple.
Because we liked each other so much, we didn’t want to be separated in junior high school and decided to go to the same high school because we wanted to be together more.
We decided to go to the same high school, Houkou Academy, a school with slightly higher academic standards, but within walking distance of each other.
Considering each other’s grades, we were both at a level where we would not fail unless there was something wrong with us. But I was still anxious.
So when we saw the announcement of our acceptance and confirmed that we had both been accepted, we hugged each other and rejoiced.
After that, we entered high school and of course the environment changed.
Perhaps because of the influence of the colorful people around her, she also began to grow a little taller.
She started wearing lighter makeup and changed her glasses to contact lenses……she said she wanted me to think she had become [prettier] even if only a little.
She was getting prettier and prettier than she had been in junior high school, and I was becoming more and more attracted to her.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back anymore and we crossed the line.
It was the first time for both of us, and she endured it even though she was in pain, and although it was awkward, I felt that the distance between us had grown closer, and I felt more affection for her.
After that, our relationship continued smoothly and it was smooth sailing. Or so I thought.
Until the spring of our second year….
After spring break, we moved on to the next grade and had a class change, and Kotomi and I were placed in different classes. Around that time, her changes became more noticeable.
Her makeup became darker, and she began to wear more so-called ‘gal’ style clothes that exposed a lot of skin, instead of the cute, neat and tidy clothes she had been wearing until then.
She started skipping the literature club, which she used to attend without fail, because she had an appointment with a friend, and she started putting her friend first when going out with me.
I thought it was strange, so I asked her about her new friends.
She answered in a tedious manner that she had joined a group centered on Yoshioka Minami, a senior in her third year, whom she happened to know by chance, and had befriended her.
I had heard rumors that Yoshioka Senpai was one of the most famous gal in the school, and that she often went out and had wild fun with the boys and girls.
In other words, Kotomi is also hanging out with that senior…
“Kotomi, I’ve heard that Yoshioka senpai has some flashy relationships with men too.”
“Well, that’s true of Minami senpai, but don’t put me in the same category as her, it’s a bit annoying.”
Kotomi stared at me with an expression that looked rather harsh, partly because of her flashy make-up.
“Yeah. I’m sorry, we don’t spend much time together these days, and I’m feeling a little lonely.”
“We’re already in high school, don’t be such a spoiled child. I have to take care of my friendships, unlike Kensei kun who doesn’t have many friends. If you’re my boyfriend, you should understand my position a little bit.”
Kotomi is right, in contrast to me, she has developed a wide range of friendships.
So what I said earlier may have sounded like I was asking her to stop being friends with them and put me first.
“Yeah. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, as long as you understand. But how long are you gonna stay like that, Kensei kun? Reading books all the time is boring.”
It’s hard to believe that these words come from someone in the literature club.
No, these days Kotomi hardly ever comes to literature club, and even when she does, she’s always playing with her smartphone.
When I ask her about books, she just replies, [Yeah] as if she’s bored.
I don’t know what triggered it, but her values had definitely changed.
The silent moments that used to be special are now awkward.
Even skin-to-skin contact is not because we like each other and seek each other out, but rather because we are in a relationship and we are eliminating each other’s sexual desires. It’s as if it’s an obligation.
So in truth, I knew it too.
I knew that our relationship was already over.
But because I still love her, because I still have feelings for her, I’m unable to break it off.
So I know that if there is a chance, it will collapse easily.
Even though I knew that, I could do nothing but hope that the time would never come.
And as a matter of course, just wishing does not change reality.
The catalyst for the collapse came easily.
Maitoshi