The sun barely cracked over the school gates, but Taiyo already felt like he'd been sentenced to death by a pack of wild wolves. His shoulders sagged under the weight of shame and anxiety, each step heavier than the last, like he was walking into a gauntlet of humiliation.
Beside him strutted Kitsune—gyaru goddess supreme—clad in her usual scandalous mix of plaid skirt, loose tie, and enough bling to blind a nun. She flicked her sleek black hair with smug delight, eyes sharp and hungry.
"Bet your dumbass is gonna trip and spill your lunch all over the cafeteria floor again," she sneered, voice dripping with teasing venom.
Taiyo shot her a death glare. "That happened once, shut the fuck up!" His cheeks flamed hotter than the grill at a yakiniku joint.
Before the verbal sparring could escalate into all-out war, chaos thundered toward them. Taiyo's otaku crew appeared, a swarm of anime tees, lanyards jingling with waifu keychains, and one absolute legend lugging a backpack bursting with a giant body pillow. Yeah, real shit.
"TAIYO!" Glasses Dude shouted like a man possessed, waving wildly.
"Dude, where the hell have you been? We got a full raid going without you last night!" Body Pillow Guy added, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Taiyo's brain scrambled—ghosted gaming sessions, Isekai trauma, and a whole lot of WTF.
"I… I didn't mean to—"
Before he could finish, the real apocalypse arrived.
The Gyaru Tsunami Crashes In
Out of nowhere, Blondie, Pinkie, and Tealie burst into the scene, heels clicking like warning shots. Their synchronized laughter was a sharpened blade slicing through the nerd fog.
Blondie wrapped a possessive arm around Taiyo's shoulder, voice silky and deadly. "Taiyo-kun~ hiding that tight little ass from us, huh?"
Pinkie giggled, fingers dangerously tracing the line of his collarbone. "So shy… but we know you're bursting in that hoodie."
Tealie winked at the hidden phone camera strapped to Blondie's wrist. "Ready to graduate from virgin tonight, babe?"
Taiyo froze, cheeks blazing, dick rebelling in his pants like a fucking firecracker.
His nerd friends stood slack-jawed, eyes wide like they'd stumbled into a hentai scene that forgot to cut.
Short Stack whispered hoarsely, "Is this real life? Or did I just level up to fuckboy hell?"
The girls circled Taiyo like predators sharpening their claws, skirts riding up to flash quick, tantalizing glimpses of lace panties, and thighs that threatened to give every virgin in a ten-mile radius an aneurysm.
Pinkie's fingers traced along Taiyo's arm with calculated slowness, teasing nerves and lighting fires where there should be none.
Blondie leaned in close, voice honeyed with wicked promise, "Don't fight it, baby. You're the king now—our chosen one."
Tealie grabbed Taiyo's chin gently, forcing his wide eyes to meet hers, "Imagine being swarmed by this every damn day."
Taiyo's cock throbbed painfully, yearning for release, but the gyarus weren't about to let the bait hook go free.
Blondie's wrist-camera zoomed out, capturing every inch of exposed skin, every sway of hips, every bounce of breasts that defied physics. It was a live-action JAV intro—legs intertwined, lace brushing skin, and Taiyo stuck in the middle, an unwilling star in the hottest hentai clip never meant to be released.
Just when every goddamn reader, virgin or not, was about to lose their shit over the obvious fanservice and sizzling tension—
SMASH CUT TO REALITY
The PRINCIPAL's booming voice cut through the seductive haze like a thunderclap.
"What the hell is going on here?!"
The gyarus, masters of quick recovery, yanked skirts down, adjusted tops, and flashed angelic smiles like trained pros.
Kitsune flashed an innocent grin, "Just some harmless chuunibyou roleplay, sir."
Taiyo's dick screamed in frustration, still rock hard but now trapped in pants like a caged beast—right in front of the principal.
The principal blinked, sighed, and waved them off, mumbling, "Idiots. Get to class."
Gyarus dissolved into shrieks of laughter, high-fiving over the absolute wreckage they'd caused. They'd turned Taiyo and his friends into viral bait, cocktease kings, and social experiment victims—all in one fell swoop.
Taiyo's nerd squad huddled, whispering frantic theories about "Mommy Gyaru Seduces Virgin King" doujin trends, already plotting "research" missions.
Taiyo, soul-crushed and pants painfully tight, could only groan as Kitsune smirked next to him, clearly the mastermind of this savage public humiliation.
To the Reader
Oh, thought you were safe? Nah, you got played just as hard. The fanservice bait? The sizzling JAV tease? The wild gyaru dominance? All a cruel prank on you, too. Your poor, desperate dick left hanging, begging for release that never comes.
Welcome to the cruelest social experiment ever.
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TO BE CONTINUED...