Crazy Girl (4)
Crazy Girl (4)
009
Fuck.
This is seriously unfair.
What did I even do wrong?
The one who did something wrong is that crazy bitch, I'm innocent!!
I doubt it, but I'm not actually getting Me Too'd, am I...?
As I headed toward the Starbucks the Crazy Woman mentioned, I realized I shouldn't go there unprepared.
'Even if the world has become so twisted that a woman's tears are considered evidence, wouldn't I be able to fight back if I have clear proof of false accusation?'
Then how do I secure proof of false accusation?
I searched on my smartphone, and recording was the most common method.
This is it!
I quickly downloaded a recording app to my phone, but then a realization hit me.
"Ah, fuck! Come to think of it, I should've just recorded that call earlier!!"
Why do I always regret things after they've passed?
Agonizing over my late realization as always, I searched just in case,
'Call recording... Ah, fuck, why doesn't my phone record automatically?'
As expected, it was already too late.
I really should upgrade to the latest phone model every year... Come to think of it, what are the latest phones these days? I was just thinking about whether the Apple Company or Samsung had a prettier one... when.
Brrr, my phone vibrated.
—Where?
Ugh, look at the lack of manners just from the text.
The person has no sincerity. What is "Where"? What is that? Such a rude bitch.
I quickly put my phone in my pocket and walked into Starbucks.
As expected of Starbucks. Even in the middle of a weekday, it's always packed. Do these bastards have nothing better to do? Why are they loitering here in the middle of the day?
Watching couples sitting around being lovey-dovey, I felt an unnecessary burst of anger, but the atmosphere felt strange.
It seemed like people were distracted by something else...?
I followed the gazes of the people glancing around, and there was a goddess.
Long, glossy black hair contrasting with a snow-white, small face. Her features were so distinct and harmonious that even from afar, her beauty was radiating like she was self-illuminating.
'Wow. Her charm is hitting like true damage.'
She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans, but as they say, simple is best; that alone made it look like a photoshoot.
Her assertive breasts were rising as if they were about to burst through the tight-fitting white t-shirt, which was a very pleasant sight.
Plus, those long legs crossed leisurely. Her ankles and calves were thin, but as you go up, those tight thighs... Oh yeah.
They say since ancient times that a white t-shirt and jeans are the golden rule for a stunning beauty, and I felt here that the wisdom of our ancestors was not wrong.
Fucking beautiful.
There are levels to being truly pretty, and since she's that pretty, no wonder everyone is glancing at her.
Should I call it an aura? Her very presence is on a different dimension.
'I'm jealous. I'd have no regrets if I could do it with a woman like that once.'
Smacking my lips, I tried to tear my gaze away from the woman and looked around.
But strangely enough, this time, people's gazes were directed at me.
What is it? Why are they looking at me?
...Ha. I'm sick of pretending not to notice now.
The power of Charm 95 again.
Being super handsome is exhausting.
I tried to put on a chic expression while looking around Starbucks, but strangely, I couldn't see that Crazy Woman. Did that crazy bitch lie to me? Ugh, you fucking bitch, I was cursing her out when the stunning beauty over there kept waving at me.
What is it? Did she fall for my Charm 95?
To captivate even a goddess like that... It's scary, Charm 95!
"Ahem. Hello."
I tried to feign composure, approached her, and greeted her with a deep, dignified voice, but the woman looked bewildered.
"Didn't you just wave at me? If you have some time—"
"What are you talking about, seriously? Are you an idiot?"
"Ah...?"
"...Seriously? You really don't know me?"
The woman ran her hand through her hair with an expression that said she was pissed off.
"This fucking... It was a perverted bitch."
"Pervert..."
The woman smirked and gestured for me to sit.
"Look who's talking. And what's with that? You talk about perverts and whatnot, but when I waved at you, you were dying of happiness, weren't you? Grinning like an idiot."
"......."
"Hey. Go get some coffee."
Thud, a buzzer was thrown onto the table.
My fists clenched involuntarily out of humiliation.
"Don't want to? If you don't want to, well... what should I do with this photo~?"
"Ah, fuck! I'll get it, I'll get it!"
I snatched the buzzer and stood up abruptly, and I heard a small, stifled laugh.
"...??"
I turned back to see the Crazy Woman sitting haughtily with her legs crossed, arms folded, gesturing with her chin.
"Not going?"
"Ah, yes, yes. I'm going, I'm going."
Seriously, look at her manners.
I went to the counter, and she only ordered for herself. Wow.
I ordered a drink for myself too, and I stalled as much as I could until it came out, but when I brought it over, she grumbled that I was late again.
"Why are you so late? Can't you even properly pick up an order? I ordered it to drink while it was hot, but it's all cold now."
"Stop acting like a bitch and just drink it? It's still hot, you know?"
"I wanted to drink it as soon as it was brewed!"
"Give me a break. What's the big difference between drinking it right after it's brewed or now?"
"This is why I can't talk to someone who's coffee-ignorant."
"Oh my~ is that so? Then why don't you stop talking to this coffee-ignorant person and just let me go?"
"...I don't want to."
Ugh, she's seriously so annoying.
She took a sip of the coffee I brought, then put it right back down.
She goes on about coffee taste and whatnot, but she just takes one sip and that's it.
This is why you should've ordered sweet cocoa.
Mocking her, I leisurely gulped down my cocoa.
Mmm~ sweet.
As I was drinking the cocoa elegantly, the person sitting opposite me with her legs crossed and arms folded stared at me intently.
Why is she glaring at me?
"Hey."
"Yeah."
"Give me some too."
"What?"
"That. What you're drinking right now."
"Why?"
"To see what you ordered."
"I don't want to."
I drank it again teasingly, and she picked up her phone and shook it.
"...It's just cocoa."
"So give it to me."
"So why?"
"So I can try it too."
"Why now? Why don't you order a new one?"
"...Forget it, just give it to me."
Her temper is really shitty.
Fine, take it.
I handed over the half-finished cocoa, and she stared at it intently before taking a sip.
"It's good."
"Yeah, you drink it all."
"Yeah. I will."
So for a while, I watched her sipping the cocoa.
I don't know what she was saving it for, but it took a long time before she finished the cocoa and suddenly brought up something out of the blue.
"Give me your phone."
"Suddenly? Why?"
"Just give it to me."
It's not like she'd steal it, the screen is already cracked anyway.
I took it out of my pocket and placed it on the table.
She quickly grabbed the phone and furrowed her brows.
"What's the pattern?"
"I don't want to tell you."
"......."
"...It's a 'ㄴ' shape."
She's a bit prickly when she glares.
"Hey."
"Ah, what now."
"What is this."
"What is it now."
"Proof of false accusation? Call recording? Well, well. A recording app?"
...Ah, right.
Crazy bitch. Why are you looking through someone else's phone without permission?
"Seriously, what a..."
She muttered, then chuckled and kept fiddling with her fingers.
What is it? What? What is it?
What on earth is she doing to my phone!!
Was letting someone else hold my phone always this nerve-wracking?
'Is there... something on my phone that shouldn't be seen? What did I do?'
I was racking my brain with belated anxiety, when.
"Hmm."
It was only after a long time that the Crazy Woman returned my phone.
Then she rested her chin on the table and looked at me with a subtle expression.
Why is she doing this again?
"Are you a virgin?"
"Pfft!!"
Crazy bitch, crazy bitch!
"What... kind of bullshit are you saying?"
"I asked if you're a virgin."
"Of course not. Where do I look like a virgin?"
"You said it in your chat. Asking when you'll lose your virginity."
"......."
Fuck, I remembered.
The content of a text I sent to a friend a few days ago.
"You crazy bitch! Why are you reading other people's chats!"
"Ahem."
The Crazy Woman grinned, then.
"Cute."
She says something out of the blue.
"Seriously, why are you so cute?"
"Cu, cute..."
"You, want to be mine?"
"What crazy thing are you saying again."
"You know. I hate real-life men. They have no integrity, they're dirty, they're crazy about women. They're always hitting on people around them. Why aren't there men like princes in manga?"
I have no idea what she's talking about.
I stared blankly at the Crazy Woman.
"But strangely... I keep thinking about you. Why is that? Why are you so cute?"
"Excuse me. Are you sick somewhere? Your head, perhaps...?"
"You know. You want to be mine?"
"Aha. So that was it."
Ha... what is this.
Was it this all along?
Ha, geez.
I was wondering what it was... she was just a poor little lamb struggling, having fallen for my Charm 95, right?
In the end, all of this was just a scheme to get my attention.
Now I understand.
So that was it.
Sniffing my uniform and masturbating, calling me out with excuses like Me Too.
She liked me that much. Enough to confess in such a weird way.
Cute, so cute.
"Phew. This popularity of mine. That confession—"
"Yeah. You be mine. I'll raise you well."
"—my ass, get lost, you crazy bitch!!"
As expected, a crazy bitch is a crazy bitch.
"You don't want to? Why?"
The Crazy Woman had a genuinely puzzled expression.
"No, of course I don't want to! What do you mean 'raise me', are you farming me or something?"
"I'll feed you and let you sleep at my place."
"......."
For a moment, I was tempted.
Scary woman....
"Forget it. I'm not a puppy. In the first place, it makes no sense to date a woman who blackmails people with things like Me Too."
I stood up, but the woman grabbed my arm.
"Sit."
"Let go of this?"
"I said sit."
"Like I said, I don't want to."
"...Why?"
An expression that really couldn't understand.
Is this woman serious?
"You're a virgin."
"......."
Should I kill her?
"I'm a virgin too."
If she's a virgin, then I acknowledge it.
In this unfortunate era where virginity has become a joke, a virgin, especially a fucking beautiful virgin, is like a precious treasure. I have to spare her.
"...No, wait a minute. What did you just say...?"
What did I just hear?
"I said I'm a virgin too."
...I heard it right.
Is she really a crazy bitch?
"Don't lie, you fucking bitch!"
I almost got fooled.
"Lie? It's the truth."
"You're really a virgin?"
I almost fell for her eyes that were without a single point of falsehood.
No. This bitch is a pervert who sneaks into the men's locker room to sniff uniforms and masturbate. There's no way a bitch like this is a virgin.