I'd Rather Have a Knife Stab Me in the Back!

Lei Ting's words threw Murata Tetsuya into confusion.

Why were you confessing right off the bat?! This wasn't how it was supposed to go!

Wait, did we even know each other?

I need to figure out how to reject him. If I handle this badly, I'm afraid he'll go completely dark.

"Actually, I already have a girlfriend."

"You're lying. I asked people in your class. You don't have anyone!"

You investigated me?! This guy's already obsessed! I definitely can't provoke him further!

"I'm not just fat—I don't like keeping clean either. My sweat smells especially bad, and I snore when I sleep. With so many flaws, I don't think you'd like me."

"Mm... I like you even more!"

Great God! Save your poor child! The devil walks among men, persecuting your faithful lamb!

Still, this guy was pretty good-looking. It was just that his hair color made him seem a little weak. Looking closer, he had quite a decent body too.

Being liked by someone like him didn't seem so bad!

"Classmate, I don't know why you like me. But I'm still willing to start a relationship with you.

My name is Murata Tetsuya. I just broke up with my ex-boyfriend, and I want a sincere love."

"Murata, you didn't really think I was gay, did you? I finally got you to come out!"

Murata Tetsuya: ????

Murata had been dumbfounded a few too many times today.

"...What do you want?" Having recovered, Murata regained his composure.

Shiomiya was somewhat surprised by how quickly he had adjusted.

As expected of someone from Class 3-A.

"Points."

"How many?"

"All of yours."

"Fine!"

Murata agreed without hesitation.

The two immediately began the transaction.

Looking at the slightly over one million points that had arrived on his phone, Shiomiya was somewhat surprised. This guy had saved up quite a bit.

"What's your name?"

Shiomiya glanced at Murata. "Still thinking of getting revenge on me?" Completely unconcerned, Shiomiya continued checking whether Murata had transferred everything.

"No. You caught me at my emotional weak point. I'm just a little curious."

"Is that so? I'm Shiomiya Yo from First-Year Class D. You're welcome to come pick a fight with me."

Having gotten his answer, Murata prepared to leave.

With his back to Shiomiya, he suddenly turned around and asked, "How did you know I was gay? I found all my previous boyfriends online."

Shiomiya drank his cola and gave him a once-over.

"Slightly chubby, white socks, full beard, clean freak."

"What was that saying again?"

"A tidy room with no strange smells—either a cross-dresser or gay."

"Though I haven't seen your room, it's probably close enough."

"Hahaha! Impressive!" Murata laughed after getting his answer.

His interest in Shiomiya had been piqued, and he sat back down.

Watching Murata sit down again, Shiomiya began eating his lamb chops.

"Mm... what is it now?"

Murata watched Shiomiya eat with gusto, handed him his cola, and braced both hands on the table. "I paid so many points. It's not too much to ask to know how I lost, right?"

Shiomiya swallowed the lamb in his mouth and wiped his lips.

"I'm in a good mood today. Go ahead and ask."

Murata voiced the doubt in his heart.

"You made such a simple judgment. Weren't you afraid of being wrong?"

"Though stereotypes aren't advisable, they're also the wisdom of the masses. It costs nothing to try."

"Besides, my luck has always been good. Didn't I hit the mark with the very first one?" Shiomiya said with a smile.

"Your luck really is good." Murata couldn't help sighing. He hadn't expected himself to be the first one.

"Then what would you have done if you were wrong?"

"Of course I had an emergency escape plan!"

Shiomiya suddenly stretched.

At that moment, Kushida, who had been eating in the distance, ran over and grabbed Shiomiya by the collar.

"You bastard! You hit someone and thought you could run away? Come apologize at the infirmary!"

Kushida tugged Shiomiya, trying to drag him away.

But Shiomiya didn't move. Kushida pulled again, but Shiomiya still didn't budge.

Kushida turned back in confusion, just about to improvise a performance.

Shiomiya pulled her down into a seat instead. "Have something to eat with me. It's already settled."

Shiomiya placed the other dishes from his set meal in front of Kushida and took out a new set of utensils.

Kushida looked at Murata across from them, feeling a little awkward.

Murata, on the other hand, was completely at ease. He looked at Shiomiya, then at Kushida, and smiled.

"A very thorough and interesting plan. Thank you for explaining it."

Murata picked up his tray and stood to leave.

"Take care!" Shiomiya was still cutting lamb chops for Kushida.

Only after Murata was out of sight did Shiomiya let out a breath of relief.

"Phew... That was close."

Shiomiya wiped his forehead. Was this sweat? I actually got nervous enough to sweat?

With lamb in her mouth, Kushida asked indistinctly, "Didn't it go smoothly? He transferred all his points."

Shiomiya shook his head. "That's not the problem. This plan has a huge flaw."

Kushida looked at Shiomiya as though he had just fought a hard battle and asked in confusion, "What flaw?"

Shiomiya looked at Kushida with a serious expression. "My charm is just too great."

"Hah... you perverted narcissist. Who do you think you are?!"

Hearing Kushida refute him, Shiomiya didn't get angry. Instead, he continued explaining in all seriousness.

"My charm is an objective fact. Lots of people have liked me since I was little.

But that's not the point. The point is that Murata liked me just now!"

Kushida had never been so speechless before.

"You think a guy who just met you would like you? Stop joking."

Seeing that Kushida didn't believe him, Shiomiya continued, "He was about to leave, but my answer suddenly caught his attention, and he stayed to keep talking to me."

"That shows he's interested in me. That's a dangerous sign!"

"That's why I called you over!"

"And having you eat the same food as me was to warn him not to get any improper ideas."

Kushida saw how convincingly Shiomiya laid out his analysis.

Yet she still found it hard to believe.

"Is it really that exaggerated? That upperclassman seemed pretty gentlemanly to me. He even handed you your cola earlier."

"That's exactly what's wrong! What kind of man acts gentlemanly toward another man?!"

"And you say he had no ideas! I don't want someone taking shortcuts with me!"

Seeing Shiomiya so worked up, Kushida stopped arguing.

But there was still one question she couldn't resist asking.

"How did you know he was the top?"

Shiomiya fell silent. He still took out his phone and opened the social media chat history for Kushida to see.

It was the chat history between Shiomiya's alt account and Murata.

Its explicitness and novelty completely exceeded Kushida's imagination, opening the door to a new world for her.

That's right, there had only been one target today: Murata Tetsuya.

Shiomiya had long noticed that Murata frequented all kinds of social media platforms. At first, he had only wanted to fish for some information and sell it afterward, but their chats had somehow gone off the rails and turned into an online romance.

So Shiomiya had quickly messaged him to break up.

If he hadn't been short on points, Shiomiya really wouldn't have wanted to approach Murata. He was genuinely afraid Murata would take a liking to him!

Shiomiya didn't want anyone coveting his ass.

That was supposed to be used for taking a good dump!

Kushida's gaze at Shiomiya became somewhat distant, as if she were looking at something strange.

Shiomiya keenly caught it.

"What kind of look is that? I'm straight! You should know what I'm capable of!"

Kushida thought it over as well. Shiomiya couldn't possibly be gay, or he wouldn't have asked her for help.

But she still couldn't resist mocking him.

"Hehe... who knows?" Kushida glanced at the chat history and sneered. "Someone who can say things like this wouldn't surprise me no matter what he did."