I returned home.
First thing I did was wash my face with cold water.
The day turned out to be long.
Morning training.
School.
Boxing club.
Two hours spent with Amano-san at the mall.
I tiredly flopped onto the bed and opened the statistics.
Today’s earnings pleasantly surprised me.
The sports nutrition ad continued to gain views.
Subscribers were growing faster than expected.
Several new collaboration offers were already waiting for a response.
“Not bad…”
I closed the tab and noticed a new notification.
“Added to the group ‘Our Class’”
Admin — Rin.
Participants:
Hayato.
Mio.
Yuki.
Ayaka.
Rin.
Satomi.
And now me.
I opened the chat.
Rin:
Thank you everyone for today!
Mio:
Especially to our newbie boxer 😂
A photo appeared right after.
Hayato was standing in training gloves, and next to him — Satomi.
She was holding focus mitts and for the first time that day she was smiling completely sincerely.
Comments poured in under the photo almost immediately.
Ayaka:
You look good.
Mio:
In a month you’ll already be a champion!
Satomi:
Sakurai-san has great potential.
If he trains regularly, he’ll quickly master the basics.
I silently scrolled down.
A few messages later another photo appeared.
This time from a small cafe.
Mio.
Rin.
Ayaka.
Satomi.
And Hayato in the center.
Everyone was smiling.
Everyone was looking at him.
Even Satomi, who usually maintained perfect posture and a cold expression, looked noticeably softer next to him.
I slowly lowered the phone.
Something unpleasant twisted inside.
“Fuck…”
While I’m breaking bad routes.
While I’m saving them one by one.
While I’m carefully earning their trust…
He…
Is simply living.
And without even realizing it, every day he becomes closer and closer to them.
While I’m fighting for the sympathy of one…
He’s already strengthening relationships with several at once.
And over time…
He’s ahead of me by at least a couple of years.
I sharply hit the back of my head against the wall.
“Damn it…”
The pain sobered me up a little.
But the anger didn’t go away. On the contrary — it began to turn into something more dangerous.
I slowly sat up straighter.
I have the knowledge.
I know all the flags. All the hidden conditions. All the triggers that ruin relationships between Haruto and the heroines. I know which events lead to bad endings. I know how to trigger them… and how to “heroically” fix them later.
A vicious, predatory smile slowly spread across my face.
Why should I leave all the girls to him and do all the dirty work for him?
Of course, there are limitations. The main rule of this world is that I cannot rape or openly coerce. There’s a very thin line. If I cross it — the consequences could be severe. But…
I can walk along that line.
I can create situations. I can push. I can take away sympathy step by step.
I picked up the phone.
First I went to the OnlyFans analog — the platform here called “Private Sphere”. I registered under the same nickname as everywhere else: KurosakiRen.
I didn’t leave a direct link anywhere publicly — to avoid problems. But those who need to will find it. Reposts from users are not banned.
I created the main profile and uploaded several photos from today’s training and the shoot — free ones for now, high quality, with emphasis on the body.
Then I created separate closed sections (tiers):
• Mio Route
• Yuki Route
• Rin Route
• Ayaka Route
• Satomi Route And one general — “Behind the Scenes”.
“So…” I said quietly, looking at the screen. “Now I won’t just break bad routes. I’ll build my own.”
Money is a tool. Influence is too. And most importantly…
I leaned back on the bed and closed my eyes.
I’m no longer going to be just “the one who saves”.
I’m going to be the one they choose themselves.
The smile didn’t leave my face.
Tomorrow we’ll start the first real training with Yuki.
And then…
We’ll see how long Haruto can hold onto his “main hero” position when I start carefully cutting the threads.
I put the phone aside and sat for a few seconds, staring into emptiness.
Why not start right away?
The first explicit photo should be powerful. Something that immediately hooks.
I stood up, quickly stripped off all my clothes and remained completely naked in the middle of the room. Even in a relaxed state, Ren’s body looked impressive. I walked to the kitchen table, picked up a large, thick, elongated eggplant I had bought in the morning. It was heavy and quite impressive… but still slightly smaller than my cock.
Perfect for comparison.
I returned to the bed, set the phone on the tripod, turned on the timer, and stood in the right angle — slightly from below upwards, to emphasize height and muscle definition.
Deep breath.
I tensed every muscle in my body.
My abs turned into clear stone cubes. The oblique muscles cut deep lines. My chest and shoulders swelled, veins on my arms and shoulders stood out prominently. My incredibly wide back muscles spread like powerful wings.
And below…
My cock was already half-hard from the thoughts of what was coming. I grabbed it at the base and lifted it up, showing it in all its glory.
It was truly huge — thick, heavy, with a pronounced venous network. Thick veins pulsed along the entire length of the shaft, especially one powerful one running along the top. The head was particularly notable — large, slightly mushroom-shaped, with a pronounced ridge and a smooth, shiny surface. The shape was such that when entering, it ideally hit the front wall of the uterus and strongly stimulated the most sensitive zone inside.
The eggplant in the other hand looked impressive… but next to my cock it seemed noticeably more modest and thinner.
I tensed the muscles of my thighs and abs even more, slightly arched to emphasize the V-shaped torso, and started the timer.
Click.
The photo turned out excellent.
I opened the gallery and started editing.
I applied a warm filter, slightly increased contrast to make the veins and muscle definition look even more aggressive. Added a slight shine to the skin. On my face — Ren’s signature confident, slightly arrogant smirk.
Done.
I created a new closed section on the account and named it: “Private Training Room”
This first explicit photo went there with the caption: “First look behind the scenes. Who is ready to train with me? Subscription level: Tier 3+”
I leaned back on the bed and smiled contentedly.
“I think this will be excellent fap material for many girls… Especially for those who have already started paying attention to me.”
I knew this was just the beginning.
Soon there would be much more content in this section.
And each heroine would get her own closed subsection.
The morning began almost according to the familiar scenario.
Alarm clock.
Short stretch.
I lazily reached for the phone, about to turn off the sound…
But the screen was literally flooded with notifications.
“Hm?”
I finally woke up.
Private Sphere.
New subscribers: 824.
Paid subscribers: 137.
“So fast?..”
I opened the statistics.
Most came after yesterday’s sports nutrition ad. Apparently, the audience quickly found my new account.
I opened the comments next.
“His body is unreal…”
“I subscribed right after the ad.”
“There are no men like this in real life.”
“When will the next post be?”
“Now I understand why Rin got so embarrassed next to him.”
These were the normal comments, but most looked like this:
“FUCK I JUST CAME FROM THE SIGHT OF THIS COCK 😩💦 The head is so thick, I’m already imagining how it turns my uterus inside out…” @deepthroatangel: “This is insane… There are more veins on his cock than on my forearm. I want him to pierce me through with this monster and cum in my womb”
@sizequeen_jp: “The eggplant next to it looks like a children’s toy 😂 Seriously, this is the most beautiful and terrifying cock I’ve ever seen. I want him to destroy me until I lose consciousness”
@breeding_addict: “I’m imagining how this head hits me right in the cervix… I’m already dripping like a bitch. Take me in Tier 5, I’m ready for anything” @muscleworshipper: “God body + killer cock = I’m officially broken. I want to sit on top and have him hold me by the thighs with his huge hands while he fucks me to pieces” @anonymous_kinky: “God, I would suck this cock for hours… And then let him take me by force and pin me to the bed. I’m small and he’s so huge… I’d cum just from the thought” @cumdump4ren: “Please make a video where you jerk off this monster… I want to see how much cum comes out of it. Ready to be your personal cum receptacle” @tentaclefantasy: “Ren-kun, please destroy me 🥺”
I scrolled through a few more messages and couldn’t help but smirk.
“Wow…
I thought only guys were capable of this…”
The number of subscriptions continued to grow slowly right before my eyes.
It seems the idea really worked.
My mood noticeably improved.
“Self-esteem boosted in the morning…”
I put the phone aside, quickly put on sportswear, and left the apartment.
Click.
Almost simultaneously, the door opposite opened.
Yuki carefully stepped out of the apartment.
I smiled almost imperceptibly.
“Even an expert isn’t needed.”
“She was clearly waiting for me to come out.”
She noticed me immediately.
“G-Good morning, Kurisaki-kun…”
Despite yesterday’s progress, she was still a little shy and fidgeting with the hem of her sportswear.
I walked closer.
Lightly touched her back between the shoulder blades with my palm.
Yuki flinched in surprise and immediately straightened up.
“Don’t slouch.”
I smiled calmly.
“And turn on yesterday’s Yuki.”
She blinked incomprehensibly.
“I like her much more.”
For a few seconds Yuki just looked at me.
Then her lips slowly stretched into a smile.
She straightened her shoulders even more.
“Okay!”
The answer sounded noticeably more energetic than usual.
She was still a little embarrassed.
But yesterday’s confidence hadn’t disappeared anywhere.
And it was visible even in how easily she walked next to me toward the exit from the house.
We reached the small stadium near the residential complex as usual.
Mio was already standing on the track, warming up her legs.
Hayato waved to us.
“Good morning!”
“Good morning,” we replied almost simultaneously.
I quickly assessed everyone with a glance.
Then looked at Hayato.
“Sakurai-san.”
He turned to me.
“Today you’ll run at Amano-san’s pace.”
Yuki looked at me first in surprise, then at Hayato.
I winked at her almost imperceptibly.
“Don’t rush.
Just talk while running.”
She seemed to immediately understand my plan and nodded barely noticeably.
“O-Okay.”
“Now it’s all up to you.”
“Yesterday’s Yuki will be able to calmly talk to this bastard.”
“This is necessary for my plan.”
We started the run.
Hayato immediately adjusted to Yuki’s calm pace.
Mio and I gradually accelerated.
After a few minutes, overtaking them on the outer loop, I noticed that they were talking animatedly.
Moreover, Yuki was leading the conversation.
She asked questions herself.
Sometimes she laughed.
Sometimes she even interrupted Hayato, remembering some story.
He answered more and more willingly.
“Excellent.”
“It worked.”
Mio and I passed them again.
She glanced briefly at the cheerfully talking pair.
Then again.
And with each new lap her mood became gloomier.
I decided to break the silence.
“Kagami-san.”
She looked at me questioningly.
“It hurts me to see you like this.”
She frowned.
“Like what?”
“Really…
Does he not perceive you as a girl at all?”
She seemed to stumble on level ground.
She was silent for a few seconds.
Then answered quietly:
“We’ve been together since childhood.
For him…
I’m his best friend.
Although…
At least I didn’t end up with Ai’s burden.”
I nodded.
“Childhood friend.
Loses in almost all titles.”
She sighed heavily.
“Thanks…
For cheering me up.”
I smirked.
“But we’re not in an anime.
You have every chance.”
Mio looked at me incredulously.
“Just…
You’re not using them yourself.”
She was silent.
“Remember our first race?
You ran into a wall.
You didn’t even try to look at the situation from the other side.
Until I suggested how to improve the start.”
She thought.
“It’s the same with relationships.
Sometimes you need to look around.”
Mio pricked up her ears.
“You…
Want to give me advice?”
I glanced briefly back.
Hayato and Yuki had lagged far behind.
They were about fifty meters away.
I calmly continued:
“You should stop behaving only as a friend.”
She immediately flared up.
“Are you mocking me?!”
I shrugged.
“If you don’t change anything…
You’ll remain a childhood friend.
And his attention will gradually go to others.”
She already opened her mouth to object.
But…
She didn’t say anything.
We ran in silence for the next few minutes.
Finally Mio exhaled quietly.
“Okay…
If you can really help…”
“I’m ready to listen.”
I nodded.
“After school.
Shopping center.”
She looked at me suspiciously.
“No weird methods?”
“Just advice.”
Mio studied my face for a couple more seconds.
Then she still nodded.
“Okay.
Deal.”
Further everything went according to the familiar schedule.
Warm-up.
A couple of short videos for social networks.
Several exercises.
Then Mio and I stepped up to the starting line.
But today she was clearly not here.
Signal.
First run.
Victory.
Second.
Victory again.
Third.
She lost again, reacting too late to the start.
I smiled.
“That’s enough for today.”
She didn’t even argue.
It was clear that all her thoughts were now occupied with our conversation.
Meanwhile, Hayato and Yuki finished their calm run.
They approached us, continuing to laugh about something.
Yuki suddenly looked at Hayato with a sly smile.
“So…
Sakurai-san wants to become big and strong…
To protect a whole bunch of girls around him?”
She held a theatrical pause.
Hayato instantly blushed.
“N-No…
I mean…”
He scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.
“Well…
Probably…”
Yuki laughed quietly.
“You’re so kind.”
Mio looked at her in surprise.
“Amano-san…
You’re way too active today.”
Yuki smiled shyly but no longer hid her gaze like before. Then she grabbed Hayato’s hand and pressed her large breasts against him.
Hayato blushed completely and broke free from her grip. Mio was in shock and her confidence only grew stronger.
And I, watching this from the side, realized that yesterday evening in the shopping center had really changed her. She had finally started to feel more free next to people, especially next to Hayato.