I Married the Girl Who Used to Bully Me - Chapter 13

I slipped the money I’d taken from Akiyama and his crew into my pocket and hid in the gym storage room. Just to smoke.

No one would find me here. It was comfortable.

Sure, the storage room reeked of cigarettes, but I didn’t care.

This place served as a secret smoking spot, and the teachers basically never said anything about it.

In the dim corner of the storage room, I flicked my lighter.

Every time the smoke filled my lungs, I felt just a little calmer.

Outside, Misaki’s voice and the noise of the classroom echoed faintly, but in here, all of it was cut off.

—You could call it escapism, and maybe that’s all it was.

But right now, I needed it.

“Hey, no one’ll find out here, right?”

An annoying voice echoed through the dim storage room. Number Two.

Chinatsu. Number One was Misaki.

“W-what are you doing…?”

Misaki’s voice trembled. Weak, but I could tell she was desperately trying to resist.

“Nah, I’ve been kinda broke lately. So, Misaki-chan, I need you to do a little job for me.”

Chinatsu had no idea I was hiding in the back.

In the shadows of the storage room, I quietly exhaled cigarette smoke.

Chinatsu spoke to Misaki plainly, not bothering to hide her malice.

“A job?”

Misaki’s voice was hoarse, so quiet I almost wanted to cover my ears.

“Yeah, yeah. Just sleep with some old guys. Easy, right? Then we’ll film some videos, make some cash.”

The weight of her words thickened the air.

Misaki’s shoulders shook slightly, her eyes cast downward.

“Y-you mean sell my body?”

Her voice trembled, words breaking apart.

Chinatsu laughed, brushing off the question like it was nothing.

“Selling your body? Nah, it’s about raising your value. Now, hurry up and take off your clothes.”

“Eh…?”

Misaki’s eyes widened, her lips quivering.

“Relax, no one’s here. We’re just gonna sell your socks and uniform. I mean, you’re ugly, but there are some weirdos out there who’d buy anything.”

The air in the storage room grew tense.

Misaki’s shoulders trembled in tiny spasms, desperately holding back tears.

“Hurry up! Oh, and first, you’ll service the guys at school. Then, the old men. Today’s schedule’s packed—about 30 guys. Be grateful. We’ll use you till you’re worthless.”

Chinatsu’s voice was cold, dripping with calculated cruelty.

Misaki’s small body curled in on itself, silent, face still lowered.

I watched the scene from the shadows, saying nothing.

No need to help her.

“Um… I-I’ve never done anything like that.”

Misaki’s voice was thin, shaking.

At that, Chinatsu and her lackeys exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

“Hah?”

Chinatsu laughed loudly as she leaned in.

“Seriously?! I thought you and that loner had gone all the way. How many exes you got?”

Misaki hunched her shoulders slightly, still looking down.

“Just one…”

Chinatsu’s eyes gleamed.

“Ohhh, that loner.”

“Wait, who?”

“None of your business. Anyway, perfect timing. No point keeping your virginity.”

Without hesitation, Chinatsu reached for Misaki’s clothes.

Her fingers brushed a button, and with a snap, it came undone. Misaki had a sarashi wrapped around her chest, no idea why.

“Look at this, she’s wearing a sarashi. What the hell?”

“Whoa, she’s got some tits.”

Chinatsu’s lackeys laughed along.

“Ew, why’s she wearing a pink bra? Gross.”

“What’s her cup size?”

Misaki’s voice shook.

“Eh?”

“Your cup size?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Chinatsu snorted, then kept going.

“Huh? Just check the bra. God, you’re useless.”

Her hand reached for Misaki’s bra.

But Misaki resisted, curling in on herself.

“Hah? What?”

Irritation flashed in Chinatsu’s eyes as she kicked Misaki in the stomach.

“Ugh…”

Misaki’s body curled tighter, enduring the pain right in front of me.

Chinatsu didn’t hesitate, she yanked the bra off.

“G-cup? Damn, she’s got scars on her chest.”

Painful-looking scars carved into her skin stood out clearly under the storage room’s light.

“Ohhh, so that’s why she wore the sarashi. Got it.”

As the lackeys laughed and jeered, Misaki trembled, silent, face still down.

Her small body curled even tighter under the weight of pain and shame.

“Eh, editing can fix it. Now, skirt off.”

Tears streaming down her face, Misaki slowly slid her skirt off.

Her small body shook, shoulders hunched, tears tracing her cheeks.

“Aww, cute panties~”

Chinatsu’s lackeys laughed.

The moment I saw Misaki’s bear-patterned underwear, a vivid memory flashed in my chest.

That was the same pattern from my memories of her smile back then.

And what caught my eye was the matching pair.

The bear print was the same as the one from that time.

For just a second, I remembered Misaki’s innocent smile from back then.

She peeled off the last piece.

“Please stop!”

“Hey, spread your legs a little more.”

Misaki slowly parted her legs.

A quiet sob reached my ears.

“Shut up!”

No, this wasn’t.

I slowly opened my stance.

Misaki’s trembling back, lowered face, tear-streaked cheeks.

The sight stirred something restless deep in my chest.

—No need to help her.

But something beyond reason squirmed inside me, undeniable.

Before I knew it, I was on my feet.