My Girlfriend Cheated on Me With a Senior, so I’m Cheating on Her With His Girlfriend

A Conversation Between a Cheated-On Boyfriend and Cheated-On Girlfriend

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It was three o’clock in the afternoon the next day.

I was at a coffee shop in a station quite a distance from my university.

Of course, I was there for the purpose of meeting with Touko-senpai.

Since I arrived fifteen minutes before the designated time, I took a seat and idly waited.

Well, I wasn’t exactly idle. I was trying to think of how I would present the story to Touko-senpai.

But I couldn’t come up with anything good.

Additionally, as I sat ruminating about the… affair between Karen and Kamokura… my mind naturally drifted toward wondering how they managed to secretly meet. 

…How did they come to have an affair?

…What kind of things are Karen and Kamokura doing?

…How did Karen react to all of it?

…What kind of conversation takes place after the act?

My brain wanted to explode from the overload of emotional frustration and pain. 

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I’m gonna go insane.

I should just eject the memory of Karen clean from my brain.

The agony within my brain made me unable to come up with any good ideas of how to talk to Touko-senpai.

Time instead flew by.

Touko-senpai arrived at the coffee shop five minutes before the designated time.
As expected.
She is a meticulous person when it comes to timing, after all.

Touko-senpai was wearing a thin, white jacket, a light v-neck sweater, and a knee-length pleated black skirt.

It was standard attire for October, but the gazes of guys were instantly drawn to Touko-senpai.

She is quite beautiful.

Tall with a nice figure.

Looks like a model, or perhaps even a gravure idol.

An intelligent and innocent beauty with long, jet-black hair.

A slender body, but with a perfectly-shaped, voluptuous chest.

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“I’m going to order some coffee, so just wait a minute.”

She put her bag and jacket on the chair and headed for the counter, soon returning with a large cup of coffee.

She sat down in front of me with a stern expression.

“Let’s start with a step-by-step explanation.
How did you find out about Karen’s affair? And why did you think it was Tetsuya?”

“I happened to sneak a glance, well, maybe a couple, at Karen’s phone.
I saw a long conversation between Karen and Kamokura-senpai on a messaging app.”

I continued by telling her about what had happened last night.

It was difficult and even painful to remember, but I wasn’t crying anymore.

It was hard to remember, but I wasn’t crying anymore.

The soreness in my heart remained the same, but at the same time, I felt that I was devoid of all emotions.

As I listened to her, Touko-senpai’s expression became increasingly stiff.

“Anyway, do you have any pictures to prove what you’re saying? If you do, please let me see them.”

I clicked open the photos app on my phone, the screen then displaying a picture of the conversation between Karen and Kamokura.
I handed my phone to Touko-senpai.

Touko-senpai looked through each of the images one by one.

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I could see the paleness on her face grow.

She remained still, with the exception of her finger swiping across the screen, for a few minutes.

“It seems you’re not lying,” said Touko-senpai with her still-pale face.

Her hand was still trembling slightly when she handed back my phone.

“You can’t look at this and think they’re not having an affair!” I replied as I took back my phone.

She slowly brought the coffee cup up to her mouth, attempting to calm herself down.

However, she didn’t drink the coffee at all.

I just stared at the table in silence.

We both kept our heads down.

“So, what do you want me to do?”

After approximately five minutes, Touko forced those words out of her throat.

Before I knew it, her coffee was back on the table.

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I couldn’t give an immediate response.

…I want to get back at Kamokura by messing with you…

That’s what I really felt, but it’d be rude to say that to Touko-senpai.

As she herself was a victim.

“I can’t let them get away with this… so…”

“So you want to have an affair with me to get back at them, is that it?”

I looked upwards at Touko-senpai.

What came into view was her absolutely alluring bust line.

Her irresistible cleavage through her open v-neck part of sweater.

…Kamokura, you bastard! You’re able to fondle these perfect, huge tits, but you’re also touching my girlfriend’s?

Once again, the dark flames of anger flared up in me.

“That’s right.”

With those words, I breathed that heat right out.