Tomoko: Unauthorized Adaptation of the Manga WataMote

Because I'm Not Popular, I'll Become a Sexpot

Tomoko looked at the sausage link at the end of her chopsticks. This wiener. It reminds me of that game last night.

And eggs on the same plate. Wieners and eggs, into the womb and out of the womb. I never noticed before how erotic a breakfast plate can be.

"Hm?"

"I said, you look pretty bright-eyed this morning." Tomoko's mother rounded the table with a fresh carton of orange juice. "You must have had a good night's sleep for a change."

Tomoko chewed. That's funny. I'm not really sure I went to bed last night. It's all kind of a blur. I might have crashed for a few minutes.

Anyway, that game. It was a masterpiece. Tomoko smiled and briefly lost touch with reality.

"You didn't forget it was a school day, did you?"

Tomoko drifted slowly back into the real world. "What do you - crap, my uniform!" Leaving her chopsticks spinning over her plate, she sprinted out the kitchen and up the stairs. These are the clothes I wore all night! I forgot to change! No time to take a shower, either!

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Classes were well underway at the Harajuku Educational Academy Makuhari Shuei High School, but not a word of instruction was penetrating Tomoko Kuroki's brain.

I can't think of anything else. The reviews were right, that game was really erotic.

The bell rang, and the class called to order.

"Tch!" Lunchtime. I just want to hurry up and go home. I bet there's a lot more stuff to try in that game. Maybe I can find a cheat code and make it extra orgasmic. She straightened up and quickly dabbed off the bit of drool that had started slipping down the side of her mouth.

As usual, she started her lunch period by making her way down to the bathroom. It had become one of many rituals which helped her evade other students at the most risky times. Studies have shown-or, at least, her own experience has-that the beginning of lunch break was one of the surest times that people you don't want to talk to will try to say something.

That was how I met Yuu-chan, after all. But that's different.

Her eyes downcast as usual, she put her hand on the faucet and looked up.

"What the hell?"

She touched her face all over, inspecting one angle and another, to make sure that she was looking at the right reflection. An unmistakable glow emenated from her skin, and instead of bags under her eyes, her cheeks flourished.

I'm CUTE! My eyes! They're all sparkly! And the dark circles, they're gone!

She swivelled away from the mirror when the door burst open and two sluts barged in, gabbing and giggling. They immediately stationed themselves at the mirrors and broke out the heavy artillery, mascara and lipstick.

Tomoko slinked into a toilet stall. Don't do your makeup at school every day, dammit!

But I didn't imagine that, did I? I really do look pretty today. But, how-?

"Hey, does Miho really have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah, she's like completely different now. She's got that glow."

"And you were just telling me guys are a pain!"

"No, but it's true! Look at her next time you see her. She's beautiful!"

A chance snatch of slut gossip. Tomoko touched her cheek. No way.

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Internet filters at home prevented Tomoko from doing any meaningful research, so she resorted to the convenience store magazine rack on the way home. A wall of fashion magazines promised to reveal all the hidden secrets of slutdom.