Dumped by One, Chased by Another? My Ex's Sister Is a Gal and She's Coming for Me - Episode 9

“Nn…”

When I opened my eyes, I was staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.

No—correction. It wasn’t unfamiliar. Just not something I was used to seeing.

I knew this place.

I had, without a doubt, spent the night here.

“Ah, good morning.”

Natsuyama-senpai stood beside me, wrapped in a bathrobe, smiling with effortless grace.

“G-Good morning.”

I instinctively wrapped my arms around him.

He had once mentioned he was on the tennis team. That explained the firm, athletic build I felt beneath my hands, and it made my heart skip a beat.

He was nothing like Kengorou.

If anything, they were polar opposites.

Kengorou was kind and gentle, warm like the sun on a spring day. Natsuyama-senpai was fiery and intense, like a blazing flame.

That’s why… I couldn’t choose.

I knew it was wrong.

But even knowing that, I kept getting pulled deeper into this relationship with Natsuyama-senpai.

And at the same time, I couldn’t bring myself to let go of the years I’d spent with Kengorou.

That night, I had finally been forced to make a choice.

“I love Natsuyama-senpai. Please don’t ever speak to me again, Kengorou.”

Why?

Why did I say something so cruel?

It was by chance that I ran into Kengorou—who’d happened to be helping a lost Haruki find her way—and slowly, we had begun reconnecting.

He was in medical school, while I pursued a different department at the same university. I had even already secured a job.

Marriage had felt just around the corner.

And yet… swept up in the heat of the moment, I gave in to Natsuyama-senpai’s advances.

I knew, somewhere inside, that I had to end it.

But every time I saw him, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The resolve crumbled so easily.

Every meeting, I’d tell myself, this time I’ll say goodbye.

But in his presence, that conviction vanished like smoke.

“What’s with the long face? Thinking about your ex?”

“N-No, it’s not like that…”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure…”

His eyes, sharp like a predator’s, locked onto mine. I had to look away.

Ugh. No more thinking.

I chose Natsuyama-senpai.

“Senpai… can we just stay here all day today?”

“Sure, but why?”

“Because right now—”

“Yeah?”

“Right now, I don’t want to think about anything. I just want to be with you.”

“Alright. Come here.”

He smiled with the usual confidence, pulled me close, and showered me with kisses.

My awareness, my rationality, everything dissolved.

All I could focus on was him—and the pleasure.

“Senpai…”

“Fuyumi.”

And so, we became one again.

I didn’t want to think about anything anymore.

Right now, I just wanted to drown in him and the pleasure he gave me.

“I love you, senpai.”

“Of course. I love you too.”

We collapsed onto the bed together.

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“Man, she’s out cold.”

I—Reito Natsuyama—grinned while watching Fuyumi sleep, her bare body wrapped in the sheets.

Honestly, things had gone far better than expected.

When it comes to stealing someone else’s girl, it’s basically a two-step process.

Step one: infiltration.

Get close to a girl who already has a boyfriend, win her over, and eventually sleep with her.

Step two: separation.

Force her to choose—me or the boyfriend.

Then, once she picks me, make sure she burns that bridge. I want her to tear the guy down—insults, slaps, calling him a stalker, destroying him socially if needed.

This time was an absolute masterpiece.

I never thought I’d actually get her to choose me in front of her boyfriend.

I guess that’s just the power of my charm.

It might sound surprising, but girls with boyfriends are easier than single ones.

Single girls usually have higher standards, stronger defenses, or just difficult personalities.

Besides, there’s nothing more thrilling than taking someone else’s girl.

It’s the ultimate proof that I’m better than the loser she used to be with.

I opened the folder in my phone—full of pictures and videos.

A collection of trophies—women I’ve stolen.

“Well, I guess I’ll enjoy this one for another two or three months.”

Naturally, I don’t keep them around for long.

Once they’re detached from their boyfriend, they tend to cling to me—and that’s just annoying.

So, I always ditch them within six months.

Some get dramatic, but once I show them what I have in the folder, they usually shut up.

It’s not like I’ll ever run out of women anyway.

Plenty of connections still waiting to be tapped.

“Man, my life’s perfect.”

“This world is mine, like the full moon with not a piece missing.”

Some poem by an ancient aristocrat, I think. But it suits me just fine.

After all, I’m set to inherit a prestigious hospital that’s been in the family for generations.

Everything goes exactly the way I want.

“Damn, life is good.”