Netorase Girlfriend

Human aesthetic standards tend to converge in one direction, regardless of gender.

Just as a handsome man looks very pretty when he dresses up as a woman, a pretty woman looks very pretty when she dresses up as a man.

As a result, once you reach the pinnacle of beauty, gender distinctions become meaningless.

For example, my girlfriend did that.

My girlfriend, who was definitely my first and probably last love, was popular with men, but at the same time, she was equally popular with women.

At first, people tried to pour out their heart through messenger, but it was blocked by an iron wall, so they had no choice but to make a public confession. As expected, she rejects them without even the slightest hesitation.

So, among her numerous nicknames, she was given the additional nickname of "Iron Goddess."

Then, one question arises here. As I said before, why did she become my girlfriend when she immediately rejects confessions from both men and women?

There was a somewhat absurd reason behind this.

That's right. Simply because of her curiosity.

I met her in middle school and immediately started having a long-term crush on her.

An ordinary face, ordinary grades, an ordinary family, ordinary relationships. Men and women who were far more accomplished than me, who had nothing special about them, confessed to her and then rejected her, but I couldn't find the courage to confess my feelings.

It's going to be a mess anyway, and if anyone sees it, they'll be laughed at.

So I had no choice but to try to like other people, but my feelings didn't change even when I saw the women around me or celebrities who were rumored to be pretty.

Because there was no one prettier than her.

Then one day.

Today, too, I saw men who confessed to her without fail and got rejected. I laughed inside, but on the other hand, I was so envious of them for having such courage.

After school was over and before starting the night shift, I was looking at a picture of her face in a deserted place and mumbling.

I like you too. I want to confess to you. But I'm going to say something petty like, "But it's different."

But, of all places, she ran away to avoid other people's attention, and the place she ran to was right where I was.

And then I saw myself calling his name and saying things I couldn't say in front of her.

As I was looking at the photo, she naturally seemed disgusted, but contrary to my expectations, she asked what I liked about herself and asked if I wanted to go out with her.

When I asked her why, she said that her friends kept telling her where they went with their boyfriends, what they did, and how happy they were, so she started to have doubts about her boyfriend.

She wonders if she can really feel those emotions and feelings like her friends said.

I couldn't believe it.

For a moment, I pinched my cheek to see if it was a dream or if she was playing a prank on me, but the reality before my eyes did not change.

So, ridiculously enough, I ended up dating the most beautiful woman in the world.

The day after they started dating, someone confessed to her, just like the day before.

This time, it was a handsome athlete from another school.

However, she turned him down coldly, saying that she had a boyfriend and that what she said yesterday wasn't a lie, and I, who was living an ordinary life with ordinary friends, became a celebrity in an instant.

It had to be a joke. The thought that she would date such a worthless, insignificant guy dominated my mind, and I, who was supposed to be the envy of others, had become the most pitiful person in the world.

Of course, I couldn't help but think that way, but after going on dates and doing skinship with her like lovers would, I realized that it wasn't a lie and she was trying to see what it would feel like to really date a boyfriend.

The relationship between me and her, which seemed like it would break quickly, lasted for quite a while.

We held hands in a week, kissed in two weeks, and had sex in a month.

I can't help but feel like things are going a little too fast, but luckily her friend bragged about how great it was when they had sex.

When blood started flowing out from inside, as if proving the beginning, my heart sank, but I felt good at the same time.

I felt like I had defiled a woman that others looked up to with my possessions. And after stealing her and having sex with her, I began to desire her.

At first, I thought it was an impossible love, but as time went by, she and I had a lot in common, and more than anything, the first time we had sex, it felt like I was floating through the sky.

After this, she and I truly fell in love.

"Hmm... excuse me?"

As time went by, one of her friends, who had decided that something was wrong with our relationship, called me over during break time and threatened me.

She vented her anger, saying that she couldn't let a piece of trash like me steal her love.

And she happened to see that scene and mistook it for a secret meeting.

"No! It's definitely not what you think!"

I was flustered and shouted in a hurry, but her friend took this opportunity to hug me and said it was good.

This is where things get serious. My heart was pounding, and I heard words that were difficult to understand.

"It feels... not bad, huh?"

She said, a smile forming on her lips and her hands running over her ample breasts.

"Huh...? Not a bad feeling? What are you talking about?"

Her friend was embarrassed.

"You two should have sex."

Words fell like a bomb.

"Wh, what are you talking about? No. It's not a secret meeting! I really love only you. I've already thought about names for our son and daughter!"

"I know. I've only had curiosity. How could I be mistaken when you two fight like that? Anyway, try having sex. "

After we started dating, she was the type of person who couldn't hold back her curiosity.

"sex? This is the first time I've talked to her today?"

An affair that my girlfriend allowed. It would be impossible for a person, let alone a man, not to be excited.

This girl who was glued to me was not as pretty as my girlfriend, but she was so pretty that when she walked down the street alone, she would get asked by various agencies whether she wanted to become a celebrity or if she had a boyfriend.

Just have sex with that kind of person. It would be nice if they gave permission, though.

"No, I hate it!"

My girlfriend's friend shook her head vigorously and refused, as expected.

"why?"

"Why! That's ridiculous! First of all, he's your boyfriend!"

"are you okay."

"No, I said it's not okay?!"

"why?"

"Why not!"

"Why? It's mine anyway. What's the problem with me lending it to you?"

My girlfriend looked at me with a really confused expression, and I nodded with a subtle feeling.

As she said, everything I had was hers.

I was willing to do anything she wanted just to avoid hearing the words "break up."

Even when she was suddenly asked to have sex with her friend on the school rooftop.

"You... are weird."

Her friend denied the reality, saying that her friend was not this kind of person.

"no?"

"Ugh... I don't like it. No, I absolutely can't do it."

Just as men don't try to save their first time, women don't necessarily try to save their first time either.

The reason she refuses is simply because she doesn't like the idea of giving her beautiful body to the piece of trash that stole the person is love.

"Then let's finish it."

"Huh...? Uh, finish? What do you mean?"

"You don't like me?"

Shudder.

Was it something she had hidden? Her friend looked quite embarrassed.

"Other kids are similar to you, but you're too obvious. I don't like it."

Even if one of my friends is gay and secretly likes me, I won't stop at the level of not liking him.

"Ah, ah. I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please... don't say that."

Those were days when she was happy just being by her side, but from now on, she didn't want to become someone who wouldn't even talk to her, let alone be your friend.

Even if she offers her body to someone she hate.

"Ha, I'll do it. I'll have sex."

The bell signaling the end of recess rang throughout the school.

My girlfriend's friend began to slowly take off her uniform to the rhythm of the bell, while shivering.

"Do I have to do this?"

"Why don't you like it?"

"No... that's not it. It's just a little bit like that."

"Really? Then you don't have to do it."

Fortunately, I had a lot of weight in her heart, so she didn't threaten to break up with me if I didn't do it.

"Oh, no. I'll do it. I, I'm fine."

But her friend was different.

Not only was she homosexual, but she was also caught liking someone, so she was sure to be looked at in a negative light. She sped up her undressing to try to score some points.

"You don't have to. Are you sure it's okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Heh, heh. If you like it, then, that's fine."

I was not okay at all. My body and speech were trembling.

"Are you okay?"

My girlfriend smiled and said to me, as if she was trying to solve the question that had arisen at the moment, even though she saw her friend in such a pitiful state.

"Are you really okay?"

"It's okay. Do it... Do it!"

Finally, to confirm, he asked, but her eyes were wet and she started urging him to hurry up and commit the crime.

In the end, I skipped class and had sex with a girl I had just talked to for the first time in front of my girlfriend, who I love more than my parents.

And my girlfriend's deep sleep-like nature awakened.