My Eros System Grants Me Infinite Romance Routes
Chapter 1: #CreepKing is Trending...
CHAPTER 1: #CREEPKING IS TRENDING...
"I can do this...," Akira told himself as he walked up and down at the back of the haunt ed house booth.
There was a broken m irror hanging there where he saw his round face smeared with fake blood and oily hair sticking out from under his rum pled vampire cape. The costume’s cheap fangs made him sound like he had a large tongue every time he tried to talk.
’Go d, I look pathetic.’
It was Halloween! T here was a lot of dancing shadows from the ora nge lantern s hanging in the air in the schoolyard. There were carved pumpkins everywhe re, students who were wearing costume screamed and laughed, and the DJ’s horror remixes filled the speaker s.
Akira reached for the collar of his cape and, and well, he adjusted it for what should have been the hundredth time.
’Gosh, why did I wear this shit again?’
It was very tight that it was already starting to t ear somewher e around the armpit.
"You’ve got t his, mahn," he whispered. "Just walk up and get the words out. What’s the worst that can happen?"
He spotted her across the crowd.
Sakura Hanamura was standing near the punch bowl, looki ng like a dark goddess come to earth. Her black lace dress? Damn, that thing was hugging every one of her curves in a way that made his mouth go dry... c linging to her body in all the right places.
She had those fak e bloodstained wings that spread f rom her shoulders, and her red lipstick looked like fresh blood. She was laughing to whatever her f riends were saying.
Oh well, this is it. What’s the worst that ca n happen?.
Making his way through the crowd, Akira tried to a void students dressed in witches and zombies costumes . His heart was beating loudly in his ches t: pound, po und, pound.
"Sakura?"
She t urn ed and her cold blue eyes lan ded on him. For a secon d or two, the whole world just paused.
"Yes ?" she asked in a cool and di stant tone.
The students that were nearby stopped talking, and Akira felt lot of eyes suddenly on him. Say it. Just say it!
"I-I’v e... I wanted to tell y ou something," he said it before he could think about it too much. "You ’re beautiful, and I... I really want you to be my girlfriend."
The musi c kinda got quiet at that exact moment. More people looked, and someone close by gasped.
Sakura’s perfect eyebrow s raised up in shock and then she burst into laughter. "You want me to be your ’gir lfriend’?" she repeated, as if it was a joke, putting more emphasis on the word ’girlfri end’.
Akira nodded. The crowd was already forming a circle around them, trying to see what’s going on, but he didn’t move. "Yes, Sakura. I’ve been thinking o f it for a while. I just want you to know. "
Her friends were a lready pulling out their phones to capture the moment a nd what happened next.
Sa kura stepped closer. Her expensive perfume filled his nostrils. Standing right in front of him, she was even more beautiful, and that made what came next so much worse.
"I didn’t think you’d be delusional enough to even think about it, not to talk of asking me." Her voice was loud enough for those in the courtyard to hear. " What part of our con versations mad e you believe you have the right t o a sk me that question ? Have we even talked before?"
"I... we talked in class la st week..."
"Yo u want me to be your girlfriend?" she cut him off, ignoring his weak answer. "Boy, please. Your confidence is... something, and I d on’t mean it in the ’wow’ way but in the ’oh my God, does he not own a mirror?’ way."
Everyone laughed and Akira felt his stomach twist.
"What makes you think I’d lower my standards a nd bring myself to the level of someone like you that can’t eve n get his act together? You want me to be your girlfriend when you can’t even manage yourself?"
Every of her word landed like a direct hit.
"It’s such a pity that you mistook my niceness f or a green flag," Sakura said, walking around him like a cat playing with a mouse. "I’d rather set myself on fire and roast marshmall ows wi th the flames than settle for y ou."
S omeone in the c rowd made a whistling sound. More phones appeared, and all wer e p ointed at him.
"So let me be completely clear," Sakura continued with an awful smile on he r red lips. "’No’ is not just ’no.’ It’s ’hell no, absolutely never, not even in your dreams, and especially not in mine.’ If the day ever comes that I have emotional feelings for you, or any feeling at all, that’s the day I want G od or any supreme being out there to just end my existence."
The gasps and the laughter broke out. The phones kept flashing, and then someone st arted a s low, mocking clap that spread immediately.
Akira’ s vision blurred at first. He r emoved the fake fangs from his mouth and just threw them at the ground.
"A kira, wait u p," he heard someone shout, but he wa s already running, making his way through the crowd, and almost tripping ove r a fake skeleton displ a y. The laughter, and the horr ible noise followed him as he ran .
"Did you s ee his face?"
"Oh my God, someone already posted it!"
"#CreepKi ng is trending!"
Akira pushed through students near th e gates. "Get out of my way!" he shouted at two students.
His phone buzzed in hi s pocket... once, twice, th en non-stop. As he ran, he pulled it out, tears and anger blurring his vision.
The video was everywhere. T hirty shares already. Fifty. One hundred .
Creep King strikes out!
Bruh imagine thi nking you had a chance with the Student Council President, Sakura Hanamura
This is w hy mirr ors exist lmaooo
Akira’s hands was shaking as h e uninstalled the app. With the anger and frustr ation in him, he threw his phone at the wall, and it pieced. He stoppe d for so me time, breathing and trying to catch his breath.
" Why me?" he whispered.
His frust ration and humiliation turned int o pure anger. She’ll pay. They’ll all pay.
Akira started walking without thinking, his fe e t taking him to the only place he knows that would be e mpty. The old shrine in the woods at the back of the school... th e one the urban legends warned about, where no one usually go to when it’s dark.
The path was somehow bushy. The sounds from the party quickly died behind him, re placed by total silence.
He got to the old, almost falling apart gate, covered in moss, that marked the entrance of t he shrine. Right there was a little wood house that was leaning to one sid e.
Ak ira fell against the gate, sobbing.
"Why?" he shouted as he looked to t he sky. "Why does everyth ing have to be so fucking unf air?"
He kicked at the dirt, needing to hit something. H is foot hit something hard. He dropped to his knees and started digging, his hands getti ng scraped and bloody.
Finally, he saw a shiny something that was sticking up from the dirt. It was a dagger! It looked very old and brown and rusty. But it was still sha rp, and it had some weird symbols all over it.
Akira dragged it ou t just as he heard a sound fr om the shadows. It s ounded like a weak, pained groan.
He turned around, holding tight the dagger.
So mething moved near the entrance of the shrine that didn’t look like it was human.
A small creature like the size of a cat walked out. It has v ery black feathers that are shiny, with bent horns on its head. It had deep red eye s that was glowing, and as it m oved, its torn wings were dr agging on t he ground behind it.
"What the f**ing fvck?" Akira breathed.
The creature’s head turned to look at him, staring with those red eyes. It opened its mouth, show ing teeths that looked like tiny needles.
Then it charged.