It was late, deep into the night, but Tadano Taro lay wide awake in the suffocating darkness of his room.

His pillow felt damp, and his mind was a relentless, agonizing loop, still processing the single, devastating image from the afternoon: the sight of Fujiwara Touka's radiant, unrestrained smile directed not at him, but at the effortlessly superior presence of Kageyama Seijirou.

He thrashed mentally, desperately scrambling for some kind of rationalization to protect his ego.

'I can make her happier than he can,' he argued silently, his teeth grinding in the darkness. 'I'm far better choice than Kageyama is! I'm gentle, I'm kind, I'm dedicated. Kageyama would just play with her for a week and won't even cherish her—he's a scumbag!'

But no matter what desperate assurances he tried to construct, the cold and undeniable memory of that moment persisted, unable to leave his mind.

He simply could not shake the thought that, objectively, he could never make Touka smile as brightly, as genuinely, as Kageyama did.

And that realization was like a poison that seeped into his core belief system, bringing him even more pain, completely hurting his pride as a man.

After all, what man wouldn't feel pain of being left behind by the woman he loves from someone who is far more superior than he is?

You can't even get mad at anyone but yourself, because you knew how incompetent you are compared to that other man.

But then, he suddenly gritted his teeth, not in pain, but in a sudden, sharp, self-protective surge of arrogance.

He decided he wouldn't dwell on it anymore.

Touka was surely already ruined by Kageyama, she had probably already been casually touched, claimed, and likely slept with by him within hours of their visible connection.

For Taro, who desperately clung to the notion of his own purity and was a self-confessed virgin, the thought of dating a girl who had slept with someone else—especially Kageyama—was an immediate, absolute rejection.

They were too 'dirty' for him, he rationalized, twisting his pain and insecurity into judgmental superiority.

No matter how beautiful Touka was, no matter how kind, Taro wouldn't give her a chance now.

He had dodged a bullet there. He should just forget about Touka, after all she was already contaminated.

He shifted his focus, his gaze seeking new, unspoiled targets that are within his range. He wasn't lacking in any options, after all.

He was also close with President Kobayashi—she was elegant, powerful, and surely utterly untouched. She naturally wouldn't just let anyone touch her body, unlike that slut Touka.

There was also his childhood friend Rei, who was still recovering from her trauma and needed his protection. She is naturally a virgin like him, after all, he believes that is also in love with him.

She naturally wouldn't find somebody, right?

And there was that cute Senpai from the science club, always so serious and focused.

"There is also...

He paused, thinking of that certain girl from his class. A smile appeared on his face as he recalled the beautiful, quiet girl from his class who had been absent today.

'I can also try and get close to Himejima Haruka. She was quiet, mysterious, and surely unattached. She absolutely won't let anyone get close to her, unlike that slut.'

Yes, he knew a lot of girls, so he absolutely did not need to dwell on Touka.

'She's not worthy of me, anyway,' he concluded, the final, pathetic piece of his ego allowing him to finally achieve peace and push aside his insecurities.

Touka was a slut, she was someone to just be used and played around but not love. She is absolutely not worthy to be his girlfriend.

With that thought, Taro smiled, a self-satisfied, shallow expression of delusional victory.

He closed his eyes and drifted back to sleep, ready to pursue a new, untarnished heroine tomorrow.

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At this moment, in a certain room of an apartment building.

Hipuno Shisou sat in front of his desk, his fist clenched in anger and humiliation as it always did after a day of school.

Shisou was the definition of a background character—the kind of student everyone wouldn't even know existed until he was called over for attendance, the kind of student who can't make any impact in class unless they died from an accident.

He has a long, greasy bangs perpetually falling over half of his face, he was quiet, pathologically introverted, and constantly the target of cruelty.

Yes, he was the classic bullied archetype seen in any unfortunate high school drama.

Of course, the bullied NPC archetype, not the bullied MC one.

In his class, Shisou was ostracized primarily because of his intense, unwavering love for anime and manga, a passion his peers sneeringly labeled as "weird" and "disgusting."

"What's wrong with liking anime?" he often muttered defensively to the walls of his cluttered room. "What's wrong with my loli waifu? She's not even a kid! She is three thousand years old, and she's not even real, just a drawing!"

Is it weird to like old girls who look young? Not it's not! They are ones who are weird for not understanding art! They are the ones who are disgusting for thinking his loli waifus were minors!

"So what if I would sometimes forget to take a bath from watching anime straight for forty-eight hours?" he'd argue, though only in his head. "It just shows how dedicated I am to the craft and the story!"

He viewed the people who bullied him, the popular students, the athletic types, as inherently worse than himself, masking their own emptiness with cruelty.

"They laugh at me for being different, but I laugh at them for being the same." He would always think, sitting on his desk while staring at the window of his classroom.

He harbored a deep, burning hatred for his tormentors.

He despised the gyarus who always mocked his clothes and his scent, and the loud, muscular delinquents who routinely abused him for his pocket money or simply for their amusement.

He wanted desperately to make them pay, to inflict the same level of humiliation and despair they had so liberally dumped on him.

At this very moment, in the shadowed corner of his messy room, something unseen was happening.

A pair of faint, ruby-red eyes glowed momentarily in the gloom, and a silent, amorphous black shadow seemed to detach itself from the wall, leaping swiftly toward his cheap smartphone resting on his desk.

He didn't notice the subtle shift in energy, his attention focused elsewhere.

Shisou, having just pulled down his pajama pants, was leaning close to his desktop PC, a familiar, excited grunt escaping his lips as a particularly graphic hentai video began to load.

Suddenly, his phone, which he had completely forgotten about, vibrated sharply on the desk.

"Tch!" he hissed, annoyed by the interruption.

He reached over, grabbing the device, and his eyes instantly widened in profound disbelief.

A new icon had appeared on his home screen, shimmering faintly with a purple and black aura: a simple, stark label that read "Hypnosis App".

"Is this...?"

Being a veteran consumer of all forms of adult content and dark web forums, he immediately understood the implied functionality of the application.

His initial confusion quickly morphed into a lecherous, maniacal grin that stretched his face.

"If this is real..." he whispered, his voice cracking with sudden, overwhelming power. "Then I can finally use this on my bullies!"

The fantasies exploded in his mind: the cold satisfaction of sweet revenge.

He could punish those who had mocked him, forcing those loud delinquents to grovel, making those beautiful, haughty gyarus submit utterly.

He would make them all pay for years of humiliation!

And of course, his first target was obvious; that bitch who always love to torment him.

He quickly opened his gallery, which was filled not with generic anime art, but with dozens of candid, zoomed-in images he had secretly taken of Korukawa Suzune—the beautiful, popular gyaru who was always the most vocal in making fun of him.

This bitch was always the one who would make fun of him, that slut with a used up pussy from all the middle aged men she had spread her legs for.

There were countless rumors about her, with many saying that she spreads her legs for some old men for some money, that's why she was able to afford all those expensive foreign branded items.

And that slut doesn't even deny it, she would just laugh at whoever asked her that question and show off all her expensive things.

And Shisou, who always imagined his bully getting pinned down and pounded hard by some random old dudes always feel an unexpected thrill.

Like she was getting what she deserve.

And by taking these photos of her and fapping on them, he always imagined her being the one begging for him, which also brought him a sense of exhilaration.

He forgot how many times he wished he switched bodies with Kageyama Seijirou, who was known to be Suzune's main sugar daddy.

If that day happened, Shisou was sure he wouldn't stop banging her everyday

Or, if he has enough courage, he wanted to ask her for her services.

But now, there is no need for that, with these Hypnosis app, he can make her submit to his majesty.

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