MC, Tomohiko Suzuki. A quiet, hopelessly into Ruka Ayase, the kind of popular girl whose laughter seems to echo in slow motion. Suzuki, like many before him, wanted in. Badly.
His grand strategy? A new hairstyle. Not subtle. Not particularly flattering. And when he walked into class, the reaction was… unkind. But fate works in strange ways. Instead of mockery from the popular crowd, a few of the top-tier gals actually seemed interested. They gave him a nickname: “Chomu.”
Yes. Chomu.
From there, the dominoes tumbled. Chomu started talking to Ayase’s group. Working hard. Playing it cool. Then one day after school, Ayase herself stopped him. “Chomu, you free? Come over. Tell me funny stories.”
At her house. Alone. Heart probably pounding through his ribs, he went. She leaned in close, eyes playful. “Hey, Chomu… got a girlfriend?”
Instead of a confession, Ayase allegedly said: “Sure, show me your dick. I’ll jerk you off.”
Yes. That happened. In this blog post. No, I’m not okay. Neither is Suzuki, presumably. Whether this is a fever dream or a rom-com gone nuclear, one thing’s certain: Chomu’s high school life will never be the same.