Chapter 51 The Soirée of the Handsome Elite and the Curse of the Envious Onlooker
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I stuffed the thin envelope of pay into my pocket and started getting ready to head home. It was a long walk—more than an hour—but the train fare I saved felt heavier in my wallet than the coins ever could. Every yen really did count.
”Oh, Shimizu-san, sorry to bother you—one last thing. Could you turn off the lights on the second and third floors? First floor can stay on.”
”No problem,” I answered. They’d always been good about my hours, so flipping a few switches was nothing.
I started from the top. The third floor went dark with one click, then I headed down to the second. Just as I killed the hallway lights, I froze.
A thin blade of light was leaking out from under one of the doors.
”…Huh?”
That was the girls’ changing room for the kendo club. The gym had been packed all day because of the holiday, and the kendo girls had been practicing late. Someone probably just forgot to switch it off… right?
”So, what’re we gonna be responsible adults and turn it off~?” Ami-chan’s teasing voice sang inside my head.
”Can’t just leave it burning all night,” I muttered, and walked toward the door.
I was two steps away when a woman’s voice slipped through—low, trembling, way too happy.
”Ohhh, Kengo, my love… you’re so rough tonight!”
My heart stopped.
”Did—did you hear that, Ami-chan!?”
”Loud and clear~♪ This is absolutely what you think it is!”
I should’ve walked away. I really should’ve. Instead I pressed my ear to the door like some pervert.
”That’s… that’s enormous! Kengo-san, you’re hitting so deep…!”
”Good girl… tighter, just like that…”
*Slap-slap-slap.* The rhythm was unmistakable.
My hand moved on its own. I turned the knob millimeter by millimeter, pulling the door open just a crack—crack.
And there it was.
A blindfolded kendo girl, hands braced against the lockers, skirt bunched up around her waist, getting taken hard from behind. And the guy—expensive suit still half-on, tie perfect—was none other than Mr. Handsome Suit himself, the fiancé of Reika-senpai.
”Your thing… and my boyfriend’s thing… which one feels better when you can’t see?” he asked, voice dripping with smug honey.
”Yours… yours is harder… so much bigger than my boyfriend’s…!”
I’d never seen people actually doing it before. My brain short-circuited.
Both of them have partners! Reika-senpai is waiting somewhere, and this girl has a boyfriend, and they’re just—!
They kept going, faster, louder. Then he suddenly pulled out, ripped off the condom, grabbed her hair, and pushed her down to her knees.
”Open—drink it all!”
”Nngh—glk… gulp… gulp…”
She swallowed everything, throat working, a little dripping from the corner of her mouth.
”Good girl… now lick it clean.”
He zipped up like he was leaving a business meeting.
I couldn’t breathe. My face was burning, my chest tight with something ugly—envy, disgust, rage, all mixed together.
He’s got a perfect fiancée, a perfect job, perfect face, perfect everything… and he still gets to collect side girls like trading cards.
And me? I can’t even talk to a girl without stuttering.
The girl was still on her knees, blindfold on, panting. “Kengo-san… can I take this off now?”
”Wait just a little longer. I’ll wash up and come right back.”
He stepped out, humming, and I slammed the door shut soundlessly, diving into the storage closet opposite. Heart hammering, I hid in the dark.
He walked past without noticing. “Hmm? Lights are off… guess I lost track of time,” he chuckled to himself, totally unbothered.
The second his footsteps faded, the burning feeling inside me exploded.
Damn it. Damn it all!
Guys like him float through life collecting whatever they want—beautiful fiancées, casual sex, respect—while I’m killing myself for minimum wage and still going home alone.
It must be nice. It must be so damn nice.
I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.
Be cursed, you smug bastard.
And then—clear as a system alert—I felt it spark to life inside my chest.
〈Slave of Love Skill Activated: Malediction of Submission〉
…Huh?
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Summary:
The struggling part-timer Shimizu witnesses a shocking act of infidelity between the impeccably dressed Handsome Suit and a high-school kendo girl in a dark changing room. Consumed by envy over the social elite’s easy access to women and success, Shimizu’s intense negative emotions inadvertently activate his mysterious Slave of Love Skill, unleashing an ambiguous curse on the unsuspecting Handsome Suit.
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Character Insight:
Shimizu’s hidden resentment boils over, revealing his deep-seated feelings of inadequacy and his belief in a corrupt social order where only the ‘Handsome’ thrive. His curse is a desperate, pathetic cry against a world that has always ignored him.
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Behind the Scene:
The scene establishes the conflict between the protagonist’s internal, suppressed world and the outwardly successful world of ‘normies.’ The magical Skill, previously unmentioned, is a new, dark tool for Shimizu to interact with the world, driven by pure spite.
Notes:
• Ami – A palm-sized fairy-like being from a world separate from both Earth and the isekai realm. She has light blue hair tied in a ponytail, mischievous blue eyes, and tiny wings that flutter behind her. Her outfit consists of a provocative high-cut leotard and a short jacket that looks like a miniskirt from the back, leaving her legs bare. Despite her playful appearance, she is actively searching for a contractor who can protect her from dangerous pursuers in exchange for the powers she offers.
• Kengo – The handsome man in the suit who’s cheating on his fiancée, Reika.
• Reika – A beautiful high school kendo student who is engaged to ‘The Handsome’ for what seems like familial or arranged reasons. She is a ‘guarded’ beauty. Sha has long black hair, intense eyes, and wearing kendo uniform.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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