That day, I experienced being rejected for the first time.

Until now, I was the one doing the rejecting.

Ace of soccer,

Ace of basketball,

Baseball, tennis, track and field—

I’ve been confessed to by boys praised by numerous girls in various sports.

Student council president, top student in the academy, high-achieving boy involved in some kind of activity.

I’ve received confessions from those blessed people with high academic backgrounds and popularity.

Not only those fortunate people, but also so-called loners and gloomy guys—I was popular among them too.

Someone without friends who is always alone.

Whose grades are lower, and whose face is unattractive.

I’ve also received numerous confessions from boys considered to be in the lowest caste of gloomy types.

Whether upper or lower caste, popular or unpopular, they all have no value to me.

The evaluations and praise of others have no value whatsoever.

It’s ridiculous.

There’s absolutely no value in such superficial things.

For me, a confession is something that should be rejected as common sense.

In fact, I even thought it was foolish to confess to someone myself.

Therefore, the first confession I ever made was like offering my virginity to the other person, and I never even imagined being rejected.

He dumped me.

After cheating on me with Sakurada-san, making excuse after excuse, and then snapping at me… in the end, he actually dumped me, of all people.

I flew into a rage.

I lashed out at things.

Like a child throwing a tantrum, I ruined the face that everyone always praised as beautiful and cute with tears, snot, sweat, and drool—I went wild.

But as I calmed down, I realized something.

Is it… even possible for someone to dump me?

I’ve never been dumped by anyone before.

I’ve done the dumping, but I’ve never been on the receiving end.

But he dumped me for such a trivial reason—just because of impulse.

He dumped me.

He really is different from any other boy… in every way.

He has absolutely no interest in me whatsoever.

Let me say it again.

For me, a confession is like giving up my virginity.

So then, what does it mean to take that confession and treat it like it never happened?

The answer is obvious.

To me, what he did is no different from a guy who takes a girl’s virginity and then tosses her aside. That’s exactly how his actions feel to me.

Emotional abuse.

He dragged me down to the status of some pitiful, loser woman—that’s how far he knocked me off my pedestal.

Humiliation, hatred, anger… no words can ever express these feelings.

Those emotions can be shoved off to some corner for all I care.

What I felt was something far simpler.

It was pleasure.

An excruciatingly intense pleasure coursed through me.

My body became hot and feverish, on the verge of climax.

He’s amazing.

Absolutely, absolutely!! No matter how much I date other boys, it won’t be like this.

I never knew such a world existed within me…

He always shows me worlds I don’t know.

And… I can continue dating him again.

As lovers again.

Moreover, from now on, I won’t have to worry about the eyes of others.

Everyone knows that I betrayed Sado-kun and was cheating with Taku-chan behind his back—a terrible woman.

For a moment, past traumas flashed before my eyes.

The past where I became isolated due to jealousy, envy, and resentment.

The past where people gossiped about me and pointed fingers at me.

I don’t care.

Those things… they don’t matter anymore.

I have obtained what I want.

I have obtained something irreplaceable!

Compared to that, vanity, pretense, and status are worthless things that can be discarded.

There is no need to worry about them.

Because I am free.