*WARNING FOR EXTREMELY SCUMMY, UNPLEASANT BEHAVIOR*
"Zoey Herris."
I quickly adopt a disinterested, mildly condescending expression as I fully turn around to face Zoey.
Layfon is slightly tall, but not by a lot. So, Zoey only coming up to my chest shows she's a little on the short side. A year younger at sixteen-or-seventeen, she had a thick head of long pink hair pulled into a pair of large twin tails and a pair of purple eyes behind a pair of purple-tinted, mauve rimmed glasses. She had faintly tanned skin and slim but curvy figure with a C-Cup chest. As if to draw attention to her – relative to most named characters – small chest, she wore a very tight fitting, black, short-sleeve crop top that left her flat midriff exposed. Over this she wore a sleeveless, yellow, red-seam, crop jacket. Tied around her neck was a green scarf matching the green sweat bands around either wrist. The short-shorts she was wearing matched her jacket and clung tightly to the curve of her hips. Black stockings cape up to her thighs and on her feet, she wore green sneakers.
Like every other character I've met since waking up here, Zoey is so fucking cute. I wonder if I'll become desensitized eventually and adjust to the standard of beauty in this world? Kinda hope I don't. I'd rather be spoiled by the number of beauties in this world that others think are 'average' or 'plain'.
Still, I wasn't expecting to meet a character I know so quickly. Vee is one thing since I kinda rigged it by setting my Dungeon near her base, but this is completely random. Only way it could be more of a surprise would be if I manage to run into a main character.
Zoey Hariss is…Even calling her a supporting character would be too much. She shows up twice in the story. The first time is after the main character runs a foul of Layfon and after word spreads about him killing him.
The first time, he and Zoey are in the same class. She heard about what happens and confronts him to give a vague warning about Layfon that prompts the MC to talk to his boss about it and get some exposition about what is happening.
The next time, word is getting around about the MC killing Layfon and Zoey confronts him to confirm the truth. He casually tells her he did and she responds by throwing herself at him, ramming her tongue down his throat, and then offering to have sex with him…
Yes. That is exactly what happens.
I remember reading it at the time and thinking it seemed like a pretty sudden and random escalation given the two seemed to never talk otherwise. But given the context, it seemed like Zoey was afraid or resented Layfon, and the world operated on a degree of hentai logic. So, I brushed it off. Honestly, I was more interested in the smut that followed than trying to make the scene make sense.
After that, Zoey isn't even mentioned again. You know she's in the same class as the main character, and personally, I always felt like she was there in the background and maybe a sort of 'friends with benefits' with the MC there after. But otherwise, she all but disappears.
I kinda have an idea about why Zoey threw herself at the MC, but it was just head canon based on some dialogue. It was never explained why exactly she hated Layfon.
Now that I'm him, however, and have his memories, I know the answer. Layfon's a real asshole.
A few months ago, Layfon agreed to sub-in for someone on the soccer team to help them with practice so the sides would be even.
Pretty sure that's not how that works, but what do I know about soccer practice – let alone rich people soccer practice.
Layfon was on one team and managed to be the star player while the actual star player of the team.
What should have been a simple practice match turns into some over the top, sports anime-worthy clash. In the end, Layfon loses to the other guy.
If it had just been that, things would have been fine. But the guy who beat him – both the star player and Layfon's junior in the year under him – bragged about his win. From my perspective, he might not have been bragging, or well, not intentional bragging I should say. He seems like the oblivious, sports-focused type. His obliviousness left him ignorant of how he was rubbing his win in Layfon's face.
Naturally, Layfon wouldn't be a young master antagonist if he took that lying down. Compared to him the other guy was a regular rich person – basically a normal person by comparison.
So, how does this connect back to Zoey hating Layfon? Well, in plotting his revenge, Layfon learned that Zoey was the guy's girlfriend.
What followed could be expected.
Layfon had his father buyout Harrison Company. During the company party to celebrate the 'merger', the employees brought their families.
Layfon found Zoey and got her alone before coercing her into sleeping with him under threat of having his family shut her father's company down.
On top of that, Zoey and her little boyfriend had some romantic little pact about 'saving themselves' until he won nationals.
So Layfon not only blackmailed her into sleeping with him but took her virginity she was saving for her boyfriend.
To add insult to injury, Layfon went full bastard with it. Driving home how he was her first, how she'd think of him whenever she eventually did it with her boyfriend, how he wouldn't be able to compare to him, etc.
I'd call it a lame NTR plot, but seeing as how I'm Layfon, doesn't that make it netori which is better…For some reason.
As if to make matters worse, the memories of all this are kinda vague. Enough for me to understand what happened but nothing specific. That just goes to show that Layfon did all this and did not give a shit about it.
Once he fucked her, he completely stopped caring. He didn't intend to keep the relationship going behind the boyfriend's back or anything. Leave it alone and he probably wouldn't even remember any of it. That's how little he actually cared.
Still, with this info, it still begs the question of why then did Zoey sleep with the MC for killing Layfon?
I actually think I know the answer…
Regardless, I'm the one who as to deal with Layfon's mess. How should I handle it?
Try to improve my image? Not possible.
Just avoid the issue? Not like it makes much difference far as I can tell.
I am in the position of a villain and plotting world domination…
Honestly, I just want to confirm if my theory is right or not.
"You're looking good," I say.
Zoey's eyes narrow. "What are you doing here," she hisses.
Giving a noncommitted shrug, I reply, "Just out for a walk."
"You expect me to believe that," Zoey glares.
Raising an eyebrow and smirking, I say, "What do you think I went out of my way to arrange this little meeting?"
Zoey stood there in angry silence.
I let my smirk break out into a full grin. Letting out a low chuckle, I say "Aw, how cute. You actually think that."
"What's that supposed to mean," Zoey snarled.
I step closer to Zoey who tenses. "You think awfully high of yourself. I am Layfon Drogo. A son of the Drogo conglomerate. By comparison, who – what – are you? You really think our last meeting meant anything?"
Zoey stood guarded but her expression visibly cracked at my dismissal of her and what Layfon had done.
Stepping around her, I put an arm around Zoey while saying, "Still, I'm not a heartless guy. If you really think there's something more, I'm willing to let you show me." She flinched as my arm came down on her shoulders. Practically pulling her closer to me, I reach down and take a firm grasp of her breast. "Just say the word and I'll leave. What do you say?"
Pushing myself a little to play the despicable bastard role a little thick, I can't help by enjoy the sensation of Zoey's breasts in my hand.
Fu~ck these are soft~
Is it a bad thing I'm finding it easier to put on this act than I thought? Oh well, with what I have in mind, it's probably better if my sense of morality is weak to begin with.
Still, what'll Zoey do now.
If it goes the way I think it will, then…
"Tch," Zoey bitterly clicks her tongue. "Like I actually have a choice?" She crossed her arms under her chest and avoided looking at me as I continued to massage her breast. "A-At least can we go somewhere people won't see us? I don't want Dylan finding out."
Huh, Dylan, so that's the boyfriend's name. Never actually shows up in story and Layfon couldn't be bothered to remember.
Still, this doesn't prove if I was right or not.
"If that's how you feel, we can find somewhere more private. Have anywhere in mind?"
Without changing our positions, we begin walking while I let Zoey lead the way.
What? Blatantly molesting a girl in public will lead to problems? Nope.
The general logic of this world typically leads to one of two resolutions for things. Sex or violence.
When it comes to violence, people don't just ignore the idea of talking it out if they could. They aren't a bunch of meat heads and arrogant cultivators who insist on solving everything with their fists. For one thing, settling disputes this way is just easier. Secondly, it can act as a form of training when done in a controlled environment. Depending on the circumstances, it can be taken a step farther and used as a means of entertainment that can be used as a source of income through marketing. That's why battle and competition are used to settle disputes as often as they are.
Meanwhile, when it comes to sexual behavior and explicit actions, people are just A LOT more casual about it. There's still laws about public indecency, sexual harassment, and such, but as long as you aren't disturbing the peace, obstructing business, and everyone involved is consenting, then by all means.
Guy molests his girlfriend in public? Go for it.
Want to walk around naked? Sure.
Fuck in the middle of the street? Just don't block a business's entrance or the road and it should be fine.
The weird hentai logic of this place lends itself to people being a lot more open about their desires and just not caring as long as they're able to carry on as normal.
Naturally, this makes it harder to be written off as a pervert. Openly talking about how much you want to sleep with the hottest girl in class? No problem. Likewise, it makes it a bit easy to be considered a prude. Most people going into high school are assumed to have or will soon have slept with someone. Even the promise between Zoey and Daniel (was that his name?) to wait would be viewed as a little childish.
If you both want to, why wait would be the general consensus.
Still, that's not to say perverts aren't still around. They're just a lot more open and explicit about their desires with little regard for those around them. Though really, the line between someone who's simply lustful and a degenerate is more how they are received.
I can go around spouting how I intend to have girls bent over furniture all I want and as long as no one says anything, it's A-okay. Though, if people don't like me and wished that I'd shut up, then I cross the line.
Consent and acceptance become the defining line of these things.
That said, Layfon has a loose view of 'consent'. Far as he was concerned, Zoey stripping down and getting on her knees of her own volition perfectly qualifies as her consenting to sleep with him. Thus, he did nothing wrong.
Hate to break it to the guy, but the fact he used blackmail makes him the bad guy, regardless.
Not that I'm much better given I'm exploiting this.
As Zoey and I walk deeper into the mall, I continue to openly molest her while she looks around with a flushed face as she tried to find somewhere we would not be seen. There are people around but due to the nature of this world, no one is paying us a second glance.
Eventually, Zoey sees somewhere to hide and grabs me by the shirt before pulling me away into a hallway. Rounding a corner, we come to a dead end. To one side was a door which Zoey found to be locked.
"Well," I press.
Zoey glances at me before letting go of my shirt and stepping away with her back to me.
It occurs to me, if this were a normal world with magic powers, Zoey could one-hundred-percent try to kill me right now and I'd be defenseless.
Fortunately, despite my musings, there's a ruffling of clothes.
Her back to me, Zoey removes her jacket. Letting it fall to the floor, she then removes her shoes. I watch as she hooks her thumbs under one stocking and bends over as she slides it down her leg. My gaze naturally flickers to her prominent ass pressed toward me as she bends. Her delicate foot slips out of the fabric and she does the other one. She then grabs her top and freezes for a moment before pulling it over her head in one motion – revealing the pink bra underneath. Her hands go to the front of her shorts and I can see her shuffle as she undoes the button, and hear the zipper going down. More slowly, she removes her shorts – her pink panties straining against her rear as she bends over to lower them.
Kicking her shorts lightly to the side, Zoey reaches back to undo the clips of her bra, but she stops.
At this point, the little strip show has caused my cock to get plenty hard. Wanting to get to the good part, I walk closer to Zoey until I'm pressing my stiff cock against her.
Zoey lets out a startled noise at the sudden contact.
Still, I reach around and take bother her breasts in my hands. Leaning a little closer, I whisper in her ear, "Need a little help?"