Hannah Owo, 20 years old.
With her long, wavy hair and distinct features, she gave off a very intense first impression.
She was a beauty that was hard to forget once you saw her, but especially her cold gaze and aura had a charisma that overwhelmed those around her.
In reality, Hannah Owo had quite a few people of her age under her thumb.
She was a student at Stella Academy, a bully girl belonging to Hunter Class 2.
"Where are you? Huh? You can't come? Ah, whyyy!"
Such was she, acting spoiled and complaining to the person on the other end of her smartphone with an endearing voice.
"Aren't you being too much? You promised! I already told everyone!"
It was quite surprising.
"No, I know you're busy... but can't you just show your face for a bit and then leave? Huh?"
Hannah Owo kept using her nasal voice, showing a side of herself that was the complete opposite of her usual image.
"Huh? Huh? Please, Alex."
The truth was, she couldn't help it.
They say it's human nature to become endlessly weak in front of the person you like.
Bully girl or whatever, she was just an ordinary woman in front of the person she liked.
"Really not possible?"
The other person was bad too.
The man Hannah Owo had a crush on, the one on the other end of the smartphone, was none other than Alex Parker.
The Golden Haired Guy of Stella Academy, perfect in every way.
It was no wonder Hannah Owo was so attached.
She, too, was the youngest daughter of a famous guild leader, with a remarkable background to back her up.
Relatively speaking, however, her feelings for Alex Parker were much stronger.
Which meant she was always at a disadvantage.
"Are you really going to do this?"
To make matters worse, the situation was bad this time.
"I already told everyone you were coming, what am I supposed to be in front of my high school friends I'm meeting after so long?"
This was because she had made a big announcement ahead of her meeting with her friends.
"What? Just one minute? Are you kidding me? Hey, screw it! If that's the case, don't even bother coming!"
But even her patience had its limits.
"Fine! Don't contact me! Get lost, you bad guy!"
With that, Hannah Owo, her face flushed with anger, threw her smartphone onto the street.
"...Ah, damn it. This is expensive."
After checking the screen of her phone here and there, she sighed deeply.
"What is this, really. All because I said I'd bring my boyfriend..."
Hannah Owo swiped her fingers up and down the scratched screen.
'Is there anyone else I can bring besides Alex?'
Searching through her contacts, she diligently looked for a man.
A man she wouldn't be ashamed to show off to her friends.
When you think about it, Alex Parker wasn't even her boyfriend, so she had no hesitation in finding a substitute.
"There's no one, no one. Have I really had so few decent guys around me?"
Hannah Owo clutched her phone tightly and spoke self-deprecatingly.
If she had known this would happen, she would have paid attention to other men besides Alex Parker...
'Should I just grab a reasonably okay guy and go?'
Regretting it too late, Hannah Owo changed her target to passersby, took a seat at an outdoor table at a cafe, and kept turning her head.
"Huh?"
It was at that moment.
"Kyle?"
A familiar face came into view.
* * *
Facing Hannah Owo from a distance, I blinked.
'Why is she here?'
Hannah Owo was wearing tight jeans and a leather jacket.
It was the first time I had seen her in casual clothes, but it wasn't difficult to recognize her.
Thanks to Rex Williams, who was faithful to his mission, providing me with various information.
In fact, Hannah Owo was a character who didn't appear often in the original work.
Her importance in the story was almost non-existent, and her appearances were even less frequent than Rex Williams, who was just a minor supporting character.
Hannah Owo was the one who showed her face when Alex Parker, who NTRed Cynthia, had a threesome.
Or when he flaunted his masculinity in front of the protagonist.
'Honestly, she was hot.'
Although she didn't have many achievements, she had an impact every time she appeared.
Condemning the protagonist who had Cynthia stolen from him and stomping on his small penis...
Forcing oral service by putting her toes in the mouth of the protagonist who had Cynthia stolen from him...
Even I, who had extremely ordinary and bland tastes, was 'almost' about to open my eyes to foot fetish and femdom play.
Ah, just thinking about it again makes me want to get an erection. Shit.
I shook my head and greeted her.
"Oh, hello."
Then I turned around.
Perhaps because the memories of Hannah Owo were so intensely imprinted in my mind.
If I was with her, I felt like I wouldn't be myself.
Hannah Owo at this point in time wouldn't even have awakened to femdom.
"Hey, where are you going?"
...But she, who fundamentally had a dominant nature, stopped me.
"Let's talk for a bit. Come in and sit down. I'll buy you coffee."
Hannah Owo forced her kindness with an overbearing tone.
"...Okay."
After a moment of consideration, I went into the cafe and sat across from her.
I figured it would be better to let her finish her business. Whatever her business was, she wouldn't let me go easily with her personality.
"What do you want to drink? Latte?"
"I'll just have an iced Americano."
"Really? Do you like cheesecake? I'll buy you dessert too. It's bland just drinking coffee."
"Do as you please."
What on earth was this woman up to?
I couldn't guess at all, but on the outside, I calmly ordered and drank my coffee.
"By the way, you're really unrecognizable?"
Soon after, Hannah Owo started a new conversation.
"Huh? What?"
"I mean, you in casual clothes."
"Well, you have to wear a uniform at the academy."
"You cut your shaggy hair too? You should have done this sooner."
"..."
"And have you been working out lately? I think you used to be scrawny for your height."
Hannah Owo openly scanned me up and down.
"What's with you giving me compliments? Besides, we're not close enough to have this kind of conversation, are we?"
"You don't have to be close to give compliments. That's why you don't have any friends."
Hannah Owo, who stabbed a dagger into my heart without warning, changed her posture and sat with her legs crossed.
It was subtly sensual and provocative.
"I don't need friends like you."
"What? Ahahaha..."
Hannah Owo, who let out a hollow laugh, suddenly flashed her eyes sharply.
"It feels like just yesterday you were crawling on all fours in front of Alex, and now you're talking back so well? You've really grown a lot, Kyle?"
"I'm in the middle of my growth spurt."
My dick has grown a lot too.
Should I show you sometime?
Will you look at it and step on it?
"Growth spurt, my ass. Don't you remember? Just a month ago, I was stepping on your head and stuff."
"Was that so?"
You did step on it. And it was good.
Especially when you stepped on it wearing stockings.
"Are you pretending not to remember? Should I step on you again?"
"What?"
Yes, step on me.
I think it would be nice if you stepped on my dick instead of my head.
"Okay, let's talk business. You didn't call me here just to torment me while buying me coffee, did you?"
As I asked about the main point with an exaggerated sigh, Hannah Owo gave a meaningful smile.
"Kyle, be my boyfriend for just one day today."
"...?"
"You're not as good as Alex, but you're pretty decent-looking in your original form. Now that I see it, you seem to be able to talk reasonably well too."
"One day?"
"I have a gathering with my friends later. Just pretend to be my lover there."
Finally realizing Hannah Owo's purpose, I chuckled.
If this is the case, then I'm completely in charge, right?
"For free?"
"I bought you coffee. And cheesecake."
"Do you know how much it costs per hour for a fake boyfriend these days?"
"So, what do you want? Do you need more money?"
"What I want is to step on..."
"Step? You want me to step on you? You crazy pervert, you were really into that kind of thing?"
Hannah Owo looked at me with a contemptuous expression.
I actually like it... No, shit. Let's get a grip. This isn't my true self!
Please get out of my head! Kyle Smith, you loser who only masturbates in defeat!
"I want to step on. I want to step on that Alex bastard."
I hurriedly corrected myself and blurted out my original purpose.
"What the hell did you just say?"
Hannah Owo muttered coldly at my truly shocking statement.
"Just kidding."
"Just kidding? You're crossing the line, really."
"I know you like Alex, would I really say something like that?"
"Wh-who likes who?!
"Huh? Why are you reacting like that? Was it a secret?"
"Shut up, you crazy bastard! Whether it's a secret or not, don't go around blabbing about it!"
Hannah Owo added that she didn't know I was this crazy.
"I was just caught off guard when you suddenly asked me what I wanted. You have to give me time to think, right?"
Shrugging my shoulders, I looked at the distant sky and smiled inwardly.
'If I do this right, I might be able to use this woman's position properly.'
Since she's close to Alex Parker, revenge will be much easier if I can get her help.
"Ha. Then, let's do this. If you act like my boyfriend for one day, I'll make sure no one can mess with you in the future. Is that good enough?"
"What about Alex?"
"...Stop talking about Alex. Anyway, I'll try to talk to Alex so he doesn't bother you either. How about it?"
Hannah made a suggestion, considering my situation in her own way.
Of course, it wasn't satisfactory to me.
"I'll just take care of that myself."
"...You're a damn picky guy."
"Let's think about the price of pretending to be lovers later."
"I'll tell you in advance, think about it by today. There's nothing left tomorrow. Don't accuse me of being petty."
Hannah, who clearly stated the time limit, finished the conversation and jumped up from her seat.
"Oh, and don't say or do anything unnecessary in front of my friends."
"I'll be as quiet as a folding screen."
"Good, I like that. That's the first answer I like today."
Of course, it was a blatant lie.
The part about being like a folding screen.
Soon after, after moving to a different location, I entered a bar with Hannah Owo and immediately grabbed her hand.
"...!"
Hannah, startled, looked up at me with wide eyes and cursed with her eyes.
"You have to do this much to look like lovers."
Perhaps unable to argue with my words, she didn't pull her hand away even while glaring at me.
"Hannah! Over here~!"
As one of Hannah Owo's friends called us, I entered the private room of the whiskey bar with her.
These kids who have barely become adults are playing so extravagantly.
"I'm Kyle Smith."
I greeted Hannah Owo's four friends and their boyfriends, took a seat on one side of the table full of alcohol, and sat down.
"..."
Along with Hannah Owo, who had a dissatisfied expression on her face.
It was just my guess, but it seemed like something interesting would happen tonight.