I Married the Girl Who Used to Bully Me - Chapter 20

My name is Chinatsu Kahou. Right now, I’m a mega-influencer with 300,000 followers. Of course, I’m cute, and I’ve been blessed with good luck.

It’s only natural that people envy me. Am I smart? Well, I might’ve slacked off a bit in school, but that’s just how it is.

The world practically revolves around me. When I laugh, someone reacts. When I move, someone stirs. The world is mine, it’s really that simple.

Today, I head to school. My target? Misaki. God, I can’t stand her. Just her existence alone grates on my nerves. All it takes is a little push, and the world becomes so much more entertaining.

Misaki is gloomy and easily swayed. With just a flick of my fingers, she rolls over like a puppet. Every time I see her like that, a shiver of excitement runs down my spine.

She seems to think we’re best friends. It’s so ridiculous I can’t stop laughing. Even the guys who like me naturally end up paying attention to her. No, more like they’re desperate to acknowledge my existence, yet they dance in the palm of my hand.

Does it piss me off? Of course. But at the same time, that feeling is pure pleasure.

Well, it’s also just plain fun. The girl who was once called the “queen” is now nothing but my slave. The look of betrayal on her face? Unforgettable. Ah, it sends shivers down my spine.

“Please stop… I’m sorry…”

The girl who once sneered at me with arrogance is now groveling at my feet. I lightly step on her head. A sensation rises from deep within, consuming my entire body.

Ah, it’s unbearable… this power, this superiority, this cruel ecstasy. The moment the world trembles in my hands, that’s the proof that I’m alive.

“Hey, hey, check this out! This sound clip is trending right now!”

My little flock of followers whisper excitedly to me.

When I post a video, the comments flood with praise.

“So cute!” “I love you!” “You’re precious!”—each one fuels the fire in my veins. Even the hottest male influencers slide into my DMs. Everyone looks at me, acknowledges me, desires me. Every single gaze intoxicates me.

The satisfaction of being adored. The envy and jealousy around me only amplify my pleasure. It feels like the whole world is celebrating my existence.

Sweet, hot, and so erotic it makes me shiver. Every single person who looks up to me, who clings to me, they’re all under my control. Ah, this feeling it’s irresistible.

“Cute sound clip~ Oh, Misaki, you’ll get my phone for me, right?”

“Y-yes…”

Her response makes me frown. Don’t talk to me with that sweet, licking tone. I’m giving her the honor of serving me. She should be saying “Thank you.”

So, without mercy, I punch her in the gut. With a force she’s never felt before, Misaki lets out a small whimper, writhing in pain.

“Okay, say it again?”

Trembling, Misaki desperately bows her head.

“I-I’m sorry, please let me get it for you.”

That terrified look, that desperation. It fills my heart to the brim.

“If you want it that badly, fine~ I’ll let you film me.”

I hand Misaki my phone, and we dance cutely together. The moment I post the video, the comment section explodes with desperate losers fighting for the top comment. The jealous glares from other girls fly my way, but I don’t care. They’re just losers anyway.

“Alright, I’ve got work now. Misaki, you’re on cleaning duty today.”

With that, I leave the scene, my little flock trailing behind me.

Phew~ I made so much money again today.

Right now, I’m in a love hotel. Sugar dating, compensated dating—it’s just part of my daily life. The guys are either rich old men or decent-looking guys, but honestly, it’s all just easy money.

They hand over huge sums after just a few meetings. The world is really that simple.

By the way, if a guy’s stingy, I make sure to ruin him.

These guys are committing statutory rape. If I go to the police, they’re the ones who’ll get arrested. Whether I claim they threatened me or not, it doesn’t matter. There’s no proof they didn’t, but there’s undeniable proof they slept with a minor. Naturally, the advantage is mine.

I’m just too smart.

So I threaten them—“Pay me 300,000 yen, or I’ll go to the police.” Most men pay. They have no choice.

I’ve quietly, but surely, sent countless men to hell like this. Even if people online gossip about me doing sugar dating or compensated dating, I just laugh.

Because there’s no proof. Proof is what decides everything. With just a flip of my hand, the world turns upside down.

Ah, tomorrow, I’ll torment Misaki again. My chest burns, and I shiver with excitement.

I want to see that twisted face one more time. Once she’s broken, I’ll just find a new target. When I get bored, I’ll toss her aside like a used toy.

Next up Itsuki? Just picturing his face makes my blood boil. That arrogant attitude, that perfect pride, he’ll be such a satisfying prey. The thought alone makes my tongue tingle.

“See ya later, senpai~!”

After breaking up with my boyfriend, I casually head to a family restaurant. He was the strongest guy in our grade. The kind who’d come running the moment I cried.

Men are so simple. Shed a single tear, lean on them a little, and they’ll immediately pat your head and say, “It’s okay.”

Give them a script, and they turn into obedient actors.

Sitting in front of a cheap lunch plate, I let out a derisive laugh at how pathetic they are.

I touch up my makeup and glance at my phone. The growing notifications make my lips curl. Men, women—they’re all just tiny actors in my world.

The day after dinner with a popular male influencer.

As usual, the morning at school is a little too bright. But my day doesn’t start there. Today, too, is another day to corner Misaki.

Back in middle school, she acted all high and mighty. Decent grades, decent looks—she was fawned over by both guys and girls, probably thinking she was the center of the world.

So seeing her now, trembling and bowing her head before me, sends a slow, burning heat through my chest. The words “Serves you right” rise to my throat.

I wasn’t the only one who hated her. Plenty of girls resented her back then. That’s why no one helps her.

If anything, they’re all secretly applauding. Justice? Just a convenient illusion. Deep down, everyone wants to see someone else break.

Is what I’m doing wrong? Don’t make me laugh. I’m just tearing down the false superiority she built. Guilt? The moment you feel it, you’ve already lost. As long as I’m the one laughing, the world kneels before me.

But today was the worst day ever. Just as I was about to film Misaki for a sugar dating video, Itsuki showed up like some cruel twist of fate.

And my boyfriend lost to him in an instant. That useless piece of trash! I wish he’d just die already! I should’ve dumped him sooner.

On top of that, my phone got smashed. Ugh, am I some tragic heroine now?

Just thinking about it pisses me off. Well, at least I still have money.

Itsuki—god, I hate him. Just picturing his face makes my blood boil. I know I’ll film him and expose him. If my followers all attack him at once, his place in this world will vanish in an instant. Heh, serves you right, Itsuki.

Even if he apologizes, I won’t forgive him. I won’t just sit back and watch. I replay the future where he’s mocked and shrinking in discomfort over and over, a euphoric smile on my face.

But just as I thought that I got a message.

“Hey, a video of you bullying Misaki got leaked online!”