Chapter 69

Looking at Hideo's usual self, you might jump to the conclusion that Hideo's school days were incredibly bleak.

It might be shocking, but Hideo's school days weren't particularly bleak. If anything was bleak, it was probably the lives of the classmates who had to be in the same class as a guy like Hideo.

Hideo basically doesn't hold grudges for long. That's because he's the type of person who's purely driven by his desires before anything else.

He doesn't mind being ignored by someone. From the start, he thinks of other people as something like NPCs that exist outside of himself.

If you had to put a label on it, Hideo tended to think of the insidious bullying of the sort like *ijime* as more of an annoying gnat's buzzing.

The means he took to deal with it was to indiscriminately spray pet bottles filled with semen at everyone, regardless of gender, so the attempts to attack Hideo soon died down.

Even to the people who wanted to bully Hideo, Hideo no longer seemed human.

If you were to ask someone who went to middle and high school with Hideo about their memories of him, they would answer like this.

'Something wearing a human mask.'

Something disgusting and filthy that you absolutely don't want to approach, something that feels like you'll catch something just by getting close.

That was Hideo in his school days.

The only fortunate thing was that, unlike the *yangachi* gangs who would reach out with malicious hands even to people who were minding their own business, Hideo wouldn't deliberately attack you if you just left him alone.

Of course, he had the disgusting habit of staring intently at the cleavage or ass of any girl he thought was even a little pretty with those horribly dirty eyes, but the fact that he didn't do anything more than that was a blessing for the girls.

What would have happened if Hideo had the Common Sense Alteration Gacha back then?

Hideo's classmates might have been lucky.

But it seems that there are disasters in this world that manage to escape by luck, only to shamelessly return.

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"Hee... This is... quite a fresh quest, huh?"

[Quest Title]: The Bully Who Despised Me in High School Turns Out to Be a Super Perverted Masochist Who Loves Me So Much?!

[Alteration Depth]: 5

[Quest Rules]

1. Uragae Shiromi has unconditionally loved Kimoda Hideo since high school.

2. Uragae Shiromi's memories of hating Kimoda Hideo are all remembered as being a complete facade.

3. Uragae Shiromi accepts all of Kimoda Hideo's abuse as love.

4. Uragae Shiromi will do anything to receive Kimoda Hideo's love.

Uragae Shiromi.

When that name caught his eye, Hideo didn't feel anything in particular. That's because there wasn't anyone he remembered.

It's a result of Hideo completely neglecting the most basic thing in human relationships. In terms of a track race, it's like failing to even stand at the starting line: 'remembering'.

Hideo basically doesn't remember others. That's because they're not worth it. To him, other people are basically just lumps of meat that surprisingly talk and move, and Hideo's brain isn't brilliant enough to assign value to such things. It was a meager brain that was barely enough to fill with things that pleased him.

Even Hideo, when he examined the rules that mentioned high school, was eventually able to dredge up the image of a large ass from the depths of his deep memories.

"Ah, I remember. Uragae Shiromi. She was the one with the big ass."

That was all he had to say. He had no other impressions of her besides her ass. Anyway, the fact that he remembered her at all means that her face must have been reasonably decent. If her face wasn't good, he wouldn't have remembered her ass either.

Reading the second rule, it seems that Shiromi hated Hideo throughout high school, but that's not exactly a unique point. The women who don't hate Hideo are probably in the minority. In fact, even men find Hideo repulsive.

It's just that Hideo himself isn't aware of it, but Uragae Shiromi was an especially strong Hideo hater among them.

To her, who particularly emphasized cleanliness, Hideo was like a living germ. You could say he was even worse. After all, germs don't approach others of their own volition.

Compared to germs that only cause disease, this dirty human even peeped at women's bodies from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time to time, so her disgust was doubled.

Of course, Hideo doesn't know about such feelings from women. He doesn't want to know, and he has no intention of finding out.

The only thing that caught Hideo's attention was the fact that even his old acquaintances couldn't escape the clutches of the Common Sense Alteration Gacha. Hideo, smirking with that sly satisfaction, reflected on his own negligent past.

"Ah, too bad. If I had kept the girls I saw a long time ago in my head, I could have enjoyed a deeper flavor."

But if that had been the case, Hideo's life would have been even more gloomy and harsh. Sometimes, being too interested in your surroundings can actually harm you. Plus and minus are two sides of the same coin.

He soon discards even that small regret into the depths of his memory. That's because Hideo is a man who lives for today.

"I wonder when she'll come~"

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The sound of the bell rings.

If it had been the Hideo of the past, he would have run to open the door as if he had been waiting for it, but he didn't do that today.

In the first place, with the power of the Common Sense Alteration Gacha, fresh women are constantly being supplied without a day's rest, so there's no need to be attached to one *gyeji*, one *gyeji*.

And decisively, it's because he judged that this would be better in order to fully feel the fun of this quest.

Hideo was only able to use his brain for things related to this toilet paper.

When there was no response, the bell rang again. It's just an artificial sound made by a machine, but is it just his imagination that it sounds like it's filled with hesitation and fear?

Hideo waited until the bell rang four times. He was planning to wait five times, but the fourth ring was so weak that he was worried she might leave.

He knows that there's no way that will happen as long as he has the Common Sense Alteration Gacha, but he can't help but feel a strange sense of unease.

The front door opened, and beyond it stood a blonde woman with a strong aura.

The short hair, which gave a fairly flashy impression, blinked her innocent eyes and moved her lips, repeatedly chewing over the words she was trying to utter, even though she had rung the bell several times herself, but when Hideo actually appeared.

A fairly deep and diverse whirlpool of emotions seems to be swirling within her, but Hideo, of course, paid no attention to it at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all. It didn't matter to him what emotions this *gyeji* was feeling, all that mattered was whether or not she could become Hideo's toy.

Before the main event, there's a preliminary round.

He needs to check whether or not this *nyeon* is suitable to be used as his toy.

Hideo scanned Shiromi's body (the woman who he identified as such) up and down with a licking gaze.

Her breasts aren't that big, but her waist is well-defined, and especially her thick ass and thighs, which he used to peep at whenever he had the chance in high school, definitely looked delicious enough to fuck.

Alright, she passes.

Hideo barely suppressed the lips that were about to twitch with anticipation and said.

"Who are you?"

At Hideo's question, a look of dismay and disappointment flashed across the woman's face for a moment. But it was really just for a moment, and soon she put on a barely-made smile and said.

"Ah, hahaha. Don't, don't you remember me? Um, I'm Uragae Shiromi, who went to the same high school as Hideo."

"Hmm~ Uragae Shiromi?"

Hideo stroked his chin as if he didn't remember anything on purpose.

Hideo knows very well that this woman has unconditionally loved him and will continue to do so.

Of course, Hideo didn't feel any gratitude or joy about it. In Hideo's eyes, loving someone was no different than exposing a weakness to that person. A weakness that he could grab and shake as much as he wanted.

Hideo pretended to try to remember Shiromi for a long time, then snapped his fingers and said"Tak!"

"Ah, now that you mention it, I remember~ Uragae Shiromi. Maybe we were in the same class in the second year?"

"U-ung... Actually, we were in the same class in the third year too..."

Her attitude was as weak as it was contrasting to her seemingly strong face.

In fact, Shiromi was almost in tears when she found out that she was in the same class as Hideo in her third year. She raised her voice several times, saying that that dirty bastard should be expelled, and even took action and protested to the teachers.

The school, which didn't want to make a big deal out of it, ignored her, so it was all in vain.

Shiromi herself wouldn't be able to feel that those hateful memories have now become precious memories to the point where she feels purely disappointed that the other person has forgotten them.

"Was it? Well, whatever. Eee, well, whatever. Anyway, what brings you to my house? More than that, how ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠did you know my address?"

"U-um... That's... I asked other people and stuff..."

From Shiromi's point of view, it wasn't strange that she knew Hideo's address. She loved Hideo so, so much, so of course she had been checking Hideo's address since high school. Hideo had never moved, so it was easy to keep that memory.

From the correct point of view, it's just the effect of the Common Sense Alteration Gacha.

"Asked other people... you say~ Hmm..."

Hideo looked down at Shiromi with a sly look in his eyes. Shiromi became uneasy for no reason and stroked her arm at that gaze. Her inner anxiety was easily expressed on the outside.

'W-what if he thinks I'm a stalker?'

Shiromi avoided Hideo's gaze because of that anxiety.

The fact that she had to avoid those wonderful, wonderful eyes was so lonely for her. But a sense of guilt beyond that made her avoid those eyes.

Because she had a delusional belief that there was a more proper path for her...

"Well, whatever."

Hideo shrugged his shoulders once, then opened the space in the front door that he had been blocking with his thick body.

"I don't know what you came here to talk about, but why don't you come in for now?"

"Ah..."

It's a careless act to enter the house of a man you have no contact with, even if he's a high school classmate. It's common sense that doesn't need to be said.

"T-thank you!"

Shiromi entered Hideo's house, easily trampling on that framework of common sense.

Her happy face was exactly like that of a girl who had been invited by the man ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she had a crush on.