Stealing Spree-Novel



Having reached that conclusion, I once again took another scan of our surroundings. It's to check if the glorified cuck was somewhere nearby. Unfortunately, it’s quite impossible to spot anyone who’s purposefully hiding himself somewhere. My gut feeling was also not some magic that would trigger conveniently.

If there was an ideal spot for that guy to hide, it would be within that wave of passengers and students shuffling toward the exit.

But in the current situation, I didn’t have the time to spare to check. Additionally, even if I somehow ignore being late, that guy could easily leave his position if ever he saw me approaching.

It would be a useless endeavor. Stupid or not, that glorified cuck would know by now not to be caught by me.

With that, it left me no choice but to do something about our situation instead.

After a quick deliberation of possible avenues to tread on, I pushed us further inside to obscure us from the public eye completely.

I handed Ohori-senpai the envelope back and carefully gripped her shoulders to maintain the distance between us. However, given how abrupt my move was, it still ended up with the girl crashing against my body.

Bewildered, Ohori-senpai almost tumbled backward. She then looked up at me. A question mark hanging on top of her head.

“Senpai, if I may ask… Did you show me that to help you think of a countermeasure or…?"

Ohori-senpai hurriedly shook her head as she took a step back in reflex. “No… I thought I should inform you of this.”

Thankfully, she got what I was trying to say. She shook her head as she looked down at organizing the photo stack on her hands.

She’s not lying. That much was true. Between Aoi and me, she probably thought that I was more knowledgeable about this. She believed I was stalking Aoi back then, after all.

I could commend her on that but Ohori-senpai failed to understand what her ex was trying to do by sending her this.

Think about it. What is his ultimate motive? To get off with the fantasy that Ohori-senpai is cheating on him. Or that she is being taken by another guy. That's how glorified cuckolds’ sexual fantasies work, after all.

It's the opposite of how I thought my desire worked before.

For them, the thought of having their girlfriend being in somebody else’s arms was what got them going. It was probably enough at first but as that fetish progressed, they’d gradually want more.

For example, they’ll ask the girls to recount the events or better yet, ask them for evidence that it happened like a photo. Some will also go out of their way to stalk them and catch them entering and leaving a love hotel or somewhere private together...

In the end, they will eventually listen to or watch a recording of what happened and ultimately, be in the same room as they do it.

Sick, right?

Nonetheless, my past or my present isn’t any better. Even if my aim is to make them all happy, it’s still about satisfying my desire. It's not self-deprecation. It's simply the truth.

Ugh. Enough about that.

Before continuing, I let go of Ohori-senpai's shoulder and took another glance behind me.

In case that cuck’s fantasy kicked in and he wanted to capture it before his eyes, I was hoping to catch him drawing closer.

Regrettably, my view also got blocked by the curving of the wall. And even if there were approaching footsteps, it would be easily drowned by various noises circulating inside this station.

On second thought, it’s probably to pin on the possibility that he wouldn’t recklessly approach us.

With how obsessed that guy is with the idea of being a cuckold, he would pick up even the small crumbs, weave them with his fantasy, and treat them as a delicacy to be consumed.

It’ll just be another mental shock for Ohori-senpai if she witnessed that.

Anyway, I should properly clear this girl’s head first. Keep her up to date.

“Senpai… If I say that you’ve danced to his tune by bringing that to me, will you believe me?”

“What do you mean?”

As expected, Ohori-senpai didn’t get it right away. She frowned as a troubled expression gradually crept on her face.

“I mean this particular situation we are in right now. This is just a guess but knowing how his mind works, this is possibly what he’s trying to accomplish by putting those photos in your mailbox.” I gestured by spreading my arms open before staring at her intently.

Slowly, her frown straightened up but almost as soon as a look of realization flashed on her face, an audible gasp escaped her lips. The source of this content is ɴovel(F)ɪre

“Eh??? Wait. Did I just make a blunder by… meeting up with you?”

Staggered, the girl took a step back right away, distancing herself from me. Following that, her head hung low, bowing to me in apology.

“O-onoda-kun. I’m sorry for dragging you into this. I… I’m so stupid to fail to realize this right away. I got so caught up in not knowing what to do with these photos.”

“I’d like to say apology accepted but yeah, you really made a blunder this time, senpai.”

Well, there’s no use trying to comfort her with a lie so being frank like this will help her more.

“Y-yes… I should have followed your words and just talked to you about this on the messaging app.”

“Mhm. But let’s move past that. There’s no redoing what was done anymore. At the moment, we can only try to minimize the possibility of him catching us together.”

Likewise, there’s no point for her to continue apologizing to me as it won’t change our situation.

Like I said, what that cuck is aiming for is fuel for his fetish. He won’t be satisfied if he doesn’t see us together. So, as much as possible, we have to deny him of that even if he’s already hiding somewhere.

However, doing so will just be a temporary fix. For all we know, he could’ve left out a few snapshots. For example, the moment this girl ran up to me last week or when I escorted them back and Ohori-senpai was also sidled up next to me.

We have to come up with a way to make him stop completely.

And honestly, thinking of a solution at the moment is impossible…

Well, we can also execute their plan of declaring me as her new beloved. But by doing so, we have to make it believable to devastate him completely.

Furthermore, Ohori-senpai might not be ready for that.

“Senpai, hide in the bathroom for now. Take as much time as you can. I’ll search for him in that crowd and if I don’t find him, I’ll send you a message and continue on my way.”

Shelving that previous thought, I came up with that temporary fix. She can spend as much time as she can in the bathroom.

“I understand. I will do that.” Ohori-senpai nodded. However, doubt was still apparent on her face.

“Let’s see. If you’re worried about him blocking your way, just ignore him. Let’s contact Aoi to accompany you.”

“N-no. I don’t want to trouble her. I can ignore him… But Onoda-kun, won’t you give me advice on what to do next?”

“Advice, huh? Alright. If you can fool him, have him cough up the truth whether he’s still holding some other photos of you or us together. Demand it from him. Also, you can straight-up execute the plan we came up with last Friday. Deny him of his fantasy that you’re still in love with him. I know it’ll be hard to move on but if you really want out, you should steel yourself to be harsh and unforgiving.”

There’s no other way to say it. Beating the shit out of that guy alone won’t be enough to stop him. His fantasy has to be shattered. And the only one who can do that is none other than Ohori-senpai, not me.