Chapter 249: She's a Girlfriend Too
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 249: She's a Girlfriend Too
"...President, what are you doing here?" I asked, my face a mask of bewilderment.
"That's not what's important right now, is it?"
But the President spoke in a firm tone, closing the classroom door and stepping inside.
She looked back and forth between me and Rika, then pointed at me with the fan she always carried.
"Yoo-Sung, what do you think of Miss Kishimoto?"
"Rika... you mean?"
Unsure of her intentions, I hesitated to answer.
But my thoughts must have been written all over my face, because the President's voice softened considerably.
"It's alright to be honest. As I just said, I'm a generous person."
...Is this some kind of sting operation?
The suspicion flashed through my mind, but having already been caught by my girlfriend during another girl's confession, there was no room for excuses.
So, feeling half-resigned, I confessed my thoughts about Rika.
"If I didn't have a girlfriend—you, President—I probably would have accepted her confession."
Of course, as I've said before, this was all a "what if."
Now that the President and I were already in a relationship, it was nothing more than an impossible fantasy.
Hearing my answer, the President turned and pointed her fan at Rika, who was standing next to me.
"And you, Miss Kishimoto?"
"...You might not know this, Senpai, but Ryu-chan has already rejected me once. But I just couldn't give up, so I confessed again today. So... if I can be with Ryu-chan, I'll do anything."
"That's a good mindset."
The President nodded as she spoke.
"Then let's do this."
Snap!
As if to draw our attention, the President folded her fan with a loud clap. She looked between me and Rika and declared:
"As the official girlfriend, I'll permit it. Miss Kishimoto, you may also become Yoo-Sung's girlfriend."
"...Excuse me?"
Did I hear that right?
*
Honestly, my brain couldn't keep up with the situation.
Being called to the classroom after school.
It was a classic rom-com situation, so I had come prepared from the start.
And just as I'd expected, Rika confessed to me again. I had resolved to be the bad guy and was about to turn her down.
But then the President suddenly appeared and said to me:
"As the official girlfriend, I'll permit it. Miss Kishimoto, you may also become Yoo-Sung's girlfriend."
I, who had been certain I was on the "pure love route" with the President, couldn't help but be thrown into chaos.
Where exactly did things go wrong?
"W-Wait a minute, President. Are you telling me to two-time you?"
"Yes. That's right."
After answering, the President even asked back, "Is there a problem?"
"Yes, of course there's a problem!"
Feeling like the only sane person in Wonderland, I argued passionately.
"Normal people don't get another girlfriend when they already have one!"
But the President narrowed her eyes and said:
"And are you a normal person, Yoo-Sung?"
"......"
The moment I heard that, my throat tightened as if I'd swallowed a whole sweet potato.
Seizing the opportunity, the President laid out her argument without hesitation.
"For the heroes of old, having three wives and four concubines was the norm. While that system has disappeared in modern times for being unnecessary, high-ranking politicians and wealthy men still openly take mistresses in the form of 'lovers.' From my perspective as someone from a noble family, it's not that unusual. Besides, with your Extreme Yang Body, Yoo-Sung, your stamina is off the charts."
As she spoke, the President gently stroked her own abdomen.
"It may be presumptuous of me to say, but I don't think I can handle your stamina all by myself. If that's the case, I'll have to give you another woman to satisfy your desires. Wouldn't it be more reassuring and rational to give you a woman we both know, rather than paying for a stranger we've never even met?"
After hearing her entire argument, my head was spinning.
No, it wasn't that I didn't understand.
My stamina was so immense that the President often showed signs of exhaustion in the morning after we'd been together.
But to think she would try to solve it in a way no normal person would even consider.
"Are you okay with that, President?" I asked seriously.
If she was forcing herself to allow this because she couldn't handle my libido, I could always just hold back.
But the President just gave a bitter smile and shook her head.
"I'm a woman too, so of course I'm not okay with it. But as your girlfriend, I also hate the idea of not being able to satisfy the man who will one day be my husband. And even if you have many women, I'm confident that I'll be the one you love the most."
I could feel a firm resolve in her answer.
But this wasn't something that could be settled by her resolve alone.
I looked over at Rika, who had been listening quietly.
"Rika, are you okay with this?"
Startled, Rika stammered, "M-Me?" but then she clenched her fists and said:
"If it means I can be with Ryu-chan, I can do anything."
Hearing those words from Rika, of all people, made me worried.
She was basically being treated like a concubine, yet she was agreeing to date me. Just how much did she like me?
My deliberation didn't last long.
No, the answer was already clear.
Me accepting Rika's confession here was the choice that would make everyone happy.
"Alright, let's date."
If I couldn't avoid it anyway, maybe it was better to just enjoy it.
*
"So, what do we do now?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Well, dating is fine and all, but I was just wondering what we're supposed to do now."
This was my first time two-timing in this life, so I had no idea what to do next.
And Rika, who was also new to relationships, was hesitating, unsure of what to do either.
The President looked back and forth between us, let out a small sigh, and said:
"Isn't it a bit rude to ask me something like that?"
"...You're right, aren't you?"
I quickly reflected on my actions.
Even if the President had permitted this, asking her what to do next was definitely crossing a line.
But the President, who had an evening engagement, seemed to feel a bit awkward about leaving things as they were. She pointed at our hands with her fan.
"Why don't you start by holding hands?"
"Huh? Hands?"
Hearing that, I glanced at Rika's hand next to me.
"Yes, that's something couples normally do, isn't it?"
The President crossed her arms, as if telling us to get on with it.
"W-Well, should we?"
Rika, who had been watching us cautiously, seemed to reluctantly give in to the President's urging and held out her right hand first.
I felt a little uneasy, but I decided to follow the President's advice and hold her hand.
Squeeze!
Unlike my own thick, large hand, Rika's was small and soft when our hands met.
Just like the President's.
This really makes me feel like a piece of trash.
Just moments ago, I was going on about being on a "pure love route" with the President, and now I was naturally comparing the two of them. A wave of self-loathing washed over me.
"Well... I'll give you a passing grade."
Perhaps displeased by the sight of me and Rika just standing there holding hands like a pair of bashful new lovers, the President spoke with a slightly pouting face.
"You like it that much? The corners of your mouth are about to reach your ears."
"...I have no comment."
As I averted my gaze, the President's glare grew sharper.
Sensing I was fucked, I quickly unlaced my fingers from Rika's and tried to suck up to the President.
"You know this better than anyone, President. I've always been weak to physical affection."
"Hmm. I'm not so sure about that."
The President feigned ignorance while I massaged her shoulders, but that too was short-lived. As the limousine she always rode in glided to a stop in front of the school gate, she slipped from my grasp as if nothing had happened.
"Well then, I'll be on my way. Don't you two stay out too late. I know it's the last day of the cultural festival, but you still have school tomorrow."
"Understood."
After exchanging a glance with Rika as a farewell, the President started to get into the car as the Vice President held the door open for her. She stopped, poked just her head out, and said:
"If you two happen to do it, don't forget to use a condom, okay? I'm going to be the one who gets pregnant first."
Hearing that, Rika and I blushed and shouted in unison.
"We won't!"
"We're not going to!"
After landing one last major blow on her way out, the President departed in her limousine, leaving just me and Rika at the school gate.
"...So, what do you want to do now, Ryu-chan?" Rika asked, twirling a strand of hair with her finger.
"I don't know."
I scratched my cheek and checked the time on my phone.
6:12 PM.
It wasn't that late.
"If you're okay with it, you want to go hang out now?"
"Where to?"
"How about Shibuya? You like looking at clothes, right?"
At that, Rika beamed and linked her arm with mine.
"I'd love to! Let's go right now."
And so, thanks to the President's arrangement, Rika and I finally became a couple and headed to Shibuya for a date.