Nagisa usually has cheerleading practice after school, so she doesn’t come back to the dorm until dinnertime. I didn’t have club activities today, so I was planning to head back to the dorm, but… there was something bothering me, so I called one of the guys from my class to an empty classroom.
During today’s break, a few guys from my class were huddled together in front of me, whispering and doing something sneaky. Curious, I glanced over and saw they were watching a lewd video. But it wasn’t just any video—the girl in it looked a lot like Nagisa.
I’ve never been fond of that guy. During breaks or in class, he’d stare at Nagisa. I get it; she’s got a better figure and is prettier than me, so it’s natural to be captivated. But his gaze felt different—not just admiring, but… creepy, like he was looking at her lewdly.
Nagisa’s said she doesn’t like him either, and I didn’t want to believe the girl in the video was her. Plus, it looked like the girl was being forced, not doing it willingly. But… even though I only caught a glimpse, I couldn’t shake the feeling it was her. Nagisa and I share a dorm room and are best friends, so I know her better than anyone. There’s no way I’d mistake someone else for her.
Maybe it really is just someone who looks like her. But what if it is Nagisa? If they’re secretly dating, that’s fine, but if she’s being forced into something weird, I can’t just let it go. And even if they’re dating, there’s no way Nagisa would be okay with them sharing a video like that. As her best friend, I have to tell him to stop…!
After spending all day worrying and hesitating, I finally messaged him on LINE. Even if it really is Nagisa’s video, it’d be heartbreaking, but… it’s probably just my imagination. It’ll be fine. With that thought, I headed to the empty classroom.
I waited in the classroom for a bit, and the guy showed up right away. The door clicked shut behind him. He greeted me rudely.
“What’s up? Why’d you call me to a place like this?”
“…In the classroom today, you were watching some weird video, right? What was that about?”
He didn’t seem surprised by my question, like he’d expected it.
“Weird video? Not sure what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play dumb. It was a video of a girl who looked like Nagisa-chan… doing, um, lewd stuff.”
My face turned red with anger and embarrassment as I spoke, but he just smirked.
“Oh, that. It’s not just someone who looks like Misawa—it is her.”
“…!”
“Here, check this out too.”
He fiddled with his phone and showed me the screen. There I was, naked, surrounded by several guys. In the video, I was crying as they assaulted me. It brought back horrible memories from middle school.
I tried to grab the phone, but he quickly held it out of reach. I glared at him.
“…Why do you even have something like that?”
“Who knows? So, you want Misawa’s video too?”
“Of course not! Delete it now!”
“Can’t do that. Deleting one wouldn’t make a difference anyway.”
“…!”
Does that mean it’s saved somewhere else? Or does he have more videos of Nagisa and me?
“What did you do to Nagisa-chan…?”
“Just showed her your video, and suddenly she started listening to me. She’s been pretty useful as a toy.”
“You blackmailed her! That’s disgusting…!”
Nagisa treats me like a little sister, both in the dorm and in class. If he threatened to spread my video, it’s no wonder she’d do what he says. Realizing Nagisa’s been humiliated because of me made everything go dark.
“Whatever. Doesn’t change the fact your video’s the cause.”
He laughed at my anger and turned to leave, like he was done with me.
“W-wait, the police…”
“Seriously? Do you get your situation? If this goes to the police, what do you think I’ll do with your and Misawa’s videos? Especially Misawa—she’s popular even outside school. A busty, cute cheerleader girl.”
“…!”
He probably threatened Nagisa the same way. I had nothing left to say.
“W-wait!”
I stopped him, then forced out the words through my trembling voice.
“I-I’ll take her place… just stop hurting Nagisa…”
Remembering how I was assaulted in middle school made my legs shake. But knowing Nagisa’s being humiliated because of me is even worse than if it were happening to me.
But he dismissed my offer.
“You as her replacement? Don’t make me laugh. Your body’s so pathetic, there’s no way you could replace her.”
“…!”
He bluntly pointed out my insecurities, and I felt tears welling up. Nagisa has the biggest chest in class and is so pretty—compared to her, I’m still mistaken for a middle schooler, with a flat chest and short stature.
But I persisted.
“…P-please… I’ll do anything you say, no matter how embarrassing…”
I looked down, closed my eyes tight, and whispered through my shame. Finally, he turned around.
“Huh. Alright then, strip and grovel right now. I’ll record it.”
“Huh?”
I didn’t immediately understand what he meant. Realizing he intended to humiliate me right here, I froze. I’d said I’d do anything, but I wasn’t prepared for this.
“Well, if you won’t, then forget it. I’d rather have Misawa anyway. Guess you really are that weak.”
“…!”
I didn’t have time to hesitate. Biting my lip, I said,
“I-I’ll do it! Just… please…!”
