35 - Counter-Strike!

I am Yamamoto Rion.

A person at the top of both the food and social chain. No one can surpass me.

I was blessed with a handsome face capable of making almost any girl melt in awe of my beauty, along with my white hair that boosts my appeal by at least 70 percent. Even though I am Japanese, I was born with blue eyes that can mesmerize anyone on this Earth.

I have boundless wealth. I’m athletic, rich, intelligent, and have social skills superior to anyone else’s. Is there anything about me that isn’t perfect?

Since childhood, money has been nothing more than a mere toilet paper to me. It has no value. Even without lifting a finger, my father always handed me everything: education, reputation, and money. Whatever I asked for, he gave me— anything.

Like when I wanted to play with the children near our villa when I was seven years old. At the time, they were having fun racing their toy cars. Their faces were filled with joy as they competed with one another. But somehow, seeing their happiness awakened a certain "feeling" within me— something that made me want to destroy their joy.

"Fufufu..."

So, I asked my father for the same toy cars they had— the most expensive ones— so I could make them all jealous.

However, my father bought me a real sports car instead of the toy version I had requested. Confused, I asked him about it. With a casual look on his face, while digging his nose with one finger, he replied, "Eh? You really asked? The answer is— Toy cars aren’t good enough. Think of this as an early birthday gift. When you’re old enough, you can drive it."

"For now, just ride with the driver and show it off to those poor kids. Drive them out of the villa area," he added.

"Okay... Thanks, Dad."

And so, one day, I arrived in the car my father bought and crushed their toys under its wheels.

I can still vividly recall their shocked and sorrowful expressions. Their tearful eyes, trembling lips, and shaking hands... Watching it all was addicting! From my current perspective now, it felt so much like a "climax". The next day, those kids disappeared from their usual hangout place without a single trace.

I have always stood at the top— turning men into slaves and women into concubines. That’s who I am. Everyone is captivated by my charm. It’s an undeniable truth.

However, after living like this for a long time, I encountered two girls who were completely immune to my charm. And to top it off, they were stunningly beautiful. Their names were Ueda Yuichi and Yamashita Akane. Were they just playing hard to get?

Even when I tried to touch them with my "Midas hands", they slapped my hand away, glaring at me as if I were some pervert.

Maybe... they just don't want to turn into gold? Hmm... Who knows? But being turned into gold and becoming part of my collection— shouldn't they be grateful?

Especially Akane— despite us being engaged and destined for marriage... "Leave me alone, Rion-san. I have no feelings for you." She refused to "do it" with me, even when I was the one who invited her first.

I felt frustrated, but their resistance only fueled my determination to make them mine.

But I’m not mad at them. I hate the boy who stands between them. Acting all strong, as if he holds some kind of power. He pulls those two beauties to his side like some harem protagonist.

Nagi Nagi.

I gritted my teeth hard.

God, my hands are itching to hit someone. But unfortunately, I can’t ruin my reputation as a pure-hearted angel descended to Earth. So, I must refrain from punching anyone.

"What’s wrong, darling?" The gyaru girl in my arms looked at me worriedly. "Your hug just got tighter all of a sudden."

Ah— I forgot I was with my 13th girlfriend.

"Nothing, I’m just thinking about someone I hate, that’s all." I hugged her tighter, burying my face in her back.

"I see..." She nodded in understanding.

For now, at least I’ve secured Akane through the contract my father created. I’ll make Ueda Yuichi mine as well, one step at a time.

I ran my hand through the gyaru’s silky hair, cupped her soft cheek, and gently pulled her face closer to mine. "Hey, wanna do it with me? My stress has been piling up, and I haven’t doing it in a while."

"Mm... Anytime."

TAP-TAP-TAP!

A boy came running from a distance, panting heavily.

Ugh, terrible timing.

"What is it?" I asked irritably.

The boy finally reached me, his body trembling. He bowed deeply before speaking. "RION-SAMA!!! THIS IS BAD!"

"Huh? What’s bad?"

"THE RUMOR YOU SPREAD ABOUT AKANE-SAN..."

"The rumor about Akane-san? You mean the one I spread about her working as a prostitute?" I asked, confused. A bad feeling crept in. What went wrong? I remember that I had checked twice to make sure I had packaged that rumor perfectly.

The boy nodded furiously. "YES!"

"THAT RUMOR... HAS BACKFIRED ON YOU, RION-SAMA."

Huh..!?

My eyes widened, my body stiffened, and sweat began to form on my palms.

Wait. I have to think rationally. The situation couldn’t be that serious. After all, who could possibly stand against my influence in this school?

I clenched my fists tightly.

Right— there’s no single person in this world who can possibly challenge me.

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I reassured myself that no one in this school could be a match for me. "What’s the rumor about?" I asked, trying to steady my voice.

"It’s... a rumor about Rion-sama dating multiple girls and cheating everywhere. Additionally... Akane-san responded to the rumors you spread about her working as a prostitute. She denies all of them due to a lack of evidence," the boy explained.

I didn’t expect Akane to fight back... She usually just hid and resigned herself to fate. Did I underestimate her?

My 13th girlfriend, who had been quietly listening, looked at me in shock. "Da-darling... W-what does this mean...?"

"Calm down. It’s just a rumor."

Rumor about me, huh? It's not really a rumor if it's true, though. But how did the person who spread it even find out about that? I made sure to hide everything well. When I dated someone new, I usually chose girls from other schools.

This is dangerous... If someone finds out that the rumor is true... then my efforts to build influence in this school will be for nothing. I have to be careful.

"Who spread this rumor?" I asked again.

If the person who spread it turned out to be someone like Chiharu, Ayase, or Kiyo, it would be a hassle to deal with them. Each of them was a famous influencer. To silence them, I might even have to take down the media outlets they influenced.

"Um... The one who spread it is Nagi... Nagi Nagi."

NAGI?!

I rested my head on my palm, deep in thought, a smirk slowly creeping onto my lips. If it was Nagi, then this whole mess could be dealt with easily.

His reputation was fairly good in this school, especially with his basketball skills, which even managed to catch the attention of the national champion, Takeda Kaito, who invited him to join his club.

But— you made the wrong move by trying to attack me psychologically. Not only am I better at it than you, but I also have far greater influence than anyone else in this school.

I stood up from my seat, fixing my sharp gaze on the messenger. "Hey. Your name is minion-3, right?"

"Y-yes, sir!"

"I’ll reward you later. But first, let me ask again— does the rumor Nagi spread have any basis?"

The guy froze for a moment, clearly too afraid to meet my gaze. His face showed fear, making it hard for him to answer.

"Hey?"

"A-ah!"

Without a word, the guy suddenly handed me his phone.

"Phone..? What’s this for?" I asked, puzzled.

"FORGIVE ME, RION-SAMA!" Unexpectedly, the one I referred to as minion-3 bowed down deeply before me, performing a dogeza as an apology— but... For what purpose?

I turned on his phone, opened a messaging app, and found a group chat with dozens of members. The chat was filled with messages about the rumor.

My eyes widened as I read one of the messages displayed on the screen. My breathing became labored, my chest heavy as if something was pressing down on it, and my hands trembled uncontrollably.

There was a detailed photo taken on the same day— the day I visited three different schools to meet my various girlfriends. One photo even captured me inside a hotel with one of them.

When was this photo taken?! And... By who?!

But that wasn’t the most shocking part. The messages also revealed that two famous influencers, Chiharu... And my ex, Ayase, were discussing the rumor and had even posted about it on the social media.

HOW DARE THEY!!!

I slammed the phone I had just received onto the ground with force. Even after doing that, my anger hadn’t subsided. Clenching my jaw tightly, I punched the wall with all my might until my hand bled.

"NAAAGIIII!!!" I screamed in frustration.

"Da-darling...? Is there something wron—?"

I shoved my girlfriend’s hand away harshly as she tried to console me. "Kyah!" Ignoring her cry, I stomped my feet heavily, determined to find Nagi. My anger was at its peak now.

When I find him— I’ll smash his face in until it’s unrecognizable, pulling out each and every one of his teeth. I’ll make him understand the consequences of messing with the Yamamoto family.

TO BE CONTINUED.