“You’re a really good listener.” She smiled, pursing her rich, red lips together seductively. “You’re a true friend.”

“Ah…” I smiled back, awkwardly. “Thanks?”

She giggled, reaching out and touching my hand before taking a sip from her pop can. “It’s just, do you have any advice?”

You should dump him. He’s an asshole. Not only did this bastard cheat on you with another girl, but he also claims he’s been banging you, ruining your reputation. You deserve a guy who appreciates you. You deserve a guy like me.

That’s what I wanted to say, but there was just no way that I would ever say it. After all, she wasn’t looking for real advice. She was looking for validation. If I actually told her what I thought, my true friend status would be revoked in an instant. That was the thing about it. I was always really good at reading women and knowing what they liked. Yet, every time, I ended up in the friendzone.

Oh, that touch on my hand? Sure, it caused my heart to beat quickly, but she didn’t mean anything by it. I’ve been given so many teases in the past, and they’re all just innocuous and meaningless. If I were to push on them, the girl would get upset with me, and then quickly stop talking to me. After all, that’s what being in the zone of friendship is all about.

You all know the zone. Maybe you’re a fellow member. It’s when you speak with and talk to a girl, hoping for it to go somewhere, only for her to only see you as a friend. Strangely, whenever they do that, the friendship is entirely one way. It’s never an instance where she is emotionally supporting you, offering to give you a ride, or buying you a gift for a holiday.

Oh no, that’s the part they like to leave out of the ‘nice guy’s’ that the world has decided to villainize these days. No matter what these women expect from you for their so-called friendship, none of it they feel they need to return. At least, there was a time when a nice guy got a little sympathy and understanding, but those days died. I mean, let that sink in for a bit. Trying to win a girl’s affection by treating her well and being supportive is now frowned upon.

Well, not exactly. As long as you’re willing to dump countless hours into trying to court someone without expecting them to even give you a clear indication they’re not interested, that’s still acceptable. The way I see it, you have two choices. Allow women to walk all over you and hope someone, somewhere, eventually sees you for your worth, or become one of those assholes who just uses women and tosses them away.

I don’t have the heart for the later, and I can no longer stomach the former. This has caused me to become increasingly bitter, and I can only just manage to keep that bitterness out of my voice when talking to the girls I like. I actually have more than a couple of crushes. I’m really not picky. If you thought that I was just caught up on one girl, that isn’t the case at all. There were actually three different girls that I have a crush on for various reasons, and not a single one of them is willing to give me the time of day. This includes the girl right in front of me.

I have had a big crush on her for quite some time. She is a beautiful girl with a large chest, blue eyes, blond hair, and a wonderful smile. She’s very lively, and talks to many people, myself included. We’re actually what you could call childhood friends. Our parents were friends, and we ended up hanging out a lot when we children. I had a distant memory where she once made me promise to marry her. She had actually held me down and made me swear that I’d save myself for her. I took that as truth, and I genuinely thought she was interested in becoming a couple until middle school when she started dating this guy named John.

After finding out she was dating a guy on the baseball team, I subtly mentioned that promise she had forced me to make back then. She had laughed.

“You didn’t take that serious, did you? We were just stupid kids.”

I managed to fake a laugh with her, telling her that she was absolutely right and it would be crazy to have an expectation for that. She broke up with John two months later and then ended up dating Paul. Two other guys cropped up her list from then until now. We were in high school, and her current boyfriend was named Craig. As I mentioned, he was a dick.

Denise called me at least once a week, crying on the phone because of something that Craig did. You see, Denise is a virgin, and she was raised with a strong belief that she shouldn’t give it up until marriage. Her last boyfriend left her exactly because she wouldn’t budge on that. He even had the audacity to threaten me, claiming that I was part of the reason she wouldn’t spread her legs for him.

He was actually right, but it was still a douche thing to do. How could I not encourage her to remain loyal to her values? Why would I encourage her to sleep with some asshole who had already slept with three other women? He ended up kicking my ass. I called in with a cold, and a week later returned to school with no one the wiser. As for that douchebag, they broke up over that week when he got too handsy with her. The way Denise described it, he sexually assaulted her, although he denied it completely.

Well, the important thing was that she was still a virgin, and even though this was causing current problems with Craig, she was sticking to her convictions. I’m sure he’d end up leaving her eventually. Guys like him always ended up leaving eventually. I still had a chance to leave the friend zone. I just needed Denise to stop seeing me as a friend, and start seeing me as a man. That’s what I really wanted.

“I think… I’m ready…” She suddenly said breathlessly.


“I have a date with Craig tonight. I think… I’m going to go all the way.”


Her eyes flashed, and she looked at me worriedly. “Ah… I told you because I trust you! You can’t tell anyone else!”

“B-but… there are rumors he’s cheating on you!’

“Craig promises they’re just rumors!” She said stubbornly and then gave a shy look, “Besides… if I don’t… he might really cheat.”

“If he did that, then he really is a bastard!”

“I don’t know…” She looked down, unconvinced. “It’s just. Maybe my stubbornness has been the problem all along. Sophie says I should just loosen up and have fun.”

“Sophie is a slut!”

“Max! How can you say that!” She shot me an angry look. “Sophie is my best friend.”

Your best friend hates your guts! There were girls I had a crush on, and then there were girls I despised. Sophie fell in the other category. She was a jealous girl and a chronic liar. Denise should not be her friend, of that I was certain. Yet, Denise was far too nice to see how awful of a person Sophie was. I couldn’t even guess why she was trying to get Denise to put out, but it smelled rank to me.

“Denise… I don’t have a right, but…”

“You’re right!” She responded with a snap. “Sophie says I shouldn’t listen to you. She says you’re obsessed with me and tell people we’re dating.”

“What?” I almost stood up. “That’s not true! Sophie is the one who lies!”

She looked away from my angry stare. “I don’t know what to believe. I just wonder if you care more about my self-interests or your own!”

“I-I-I-“ I stuttered incoherently, not even sure how to respond.

I felt lost that she was going to run off and finally do it. I felt angry that Sophie had lied and caused all of this to happen. I was confused, frustrated, and sad. However, nice guys didn’t get to have complex emotions. Nice guys were nice, and if they didn’t act nice, the girls would turn on them in an instant.

“I’m going to go.” She responded stiffly, standing up. “Maybe we… should sit apart at lunch for a while.”

I lowered my head as she walked away. I could see a few eyes on me and some muffled laughs. A lot of people knew I fancied her. The thing they knew more than that is that I’d never get her. Even Craig knew it. He had threatened me much like the guy before, but he wasn’t quite as big of a jock. He was more of a player. His weapon was similar to Sophies, spreading rumors and destroying someone’s credibility.

Once she had left and I reflected on the conversation, I realized where I had gone wrong. She clearly was trying to talk herself up to having sex with Craig. That was the support she had wanted from me. Sophie had convinced her it was the right course of action, and so she was looking for reinforcement. By opposing her desires, I had broken the nice guy edict. I treated her like a concerned friend, not a “guy friend”, and the result was her immediate anger.

No longer feeling like eating, I picked up the leftovers from my lunch and tossed them into the trash. The rest of the school day went by in a blur. I had a class with crush number two, a short, brunette with red hair and big boobs. She looked young for her age like she had stopped growing in middle school. The exception was her tits, which were nearly as big as Denise’s. However, where Denise was a fully shaped woman, Amelia was small in stature, making their appearance on such a small girl a strange thing.

I liked her for her personality. No, really. However, a lot of guys liked her because of her small body and big tits. Jokes about how tight she must be were plentiful. At only 4 foot 2, there were also jokes about how she could give a guy a blowjob without kneeling. It was safe to say that most of the guys who chased after a girl like her were pieces of crap.

However, unlike Denise, we were only classmates and not friends, so I knew nothing much about her personal life. I didn’t know if she had a boyfriend, or if she was even interested in dating. I did know she got angry whenever she heard someone make a sex joke about her. That was about it, though.

The third girl I liked wasn’t even in school right now. She was probably at the back of it, smoking right now. She was tall and skinny, with hair she died blue. She had a nose ring and wore pretty sexy clothing that always pushed the school’s policy and often forced her to wear baggy sweats when she actually showed up. What can I say? I liked bad girls too. We had only really talked twice. Well, I did say I had three crushes, not three loves of my life. Naturally, if there was any girl I wanted, it would be Denise. Yet, she not only wanted to no longer be my friend, but she was also going to foolishly give it up to some asshole too!

The final bell rang, and I headed for my locker. For some idiotic reason, my locker was on the other side of the school and in the basement, so the path was a long one. Most people were already out of the school by the time that I had even made it to my locker, let alone by the time I made it back. Thus, the hallways had all but emptied by the time I was back on the 1st floor heading to the entrance. It was at this point when I was suddenly grabbed and pulled into the bathroom.

It was the girl’s bathroom, so my immediate disposition was to struggle, but they moved fast, and I ended up slipping on the way, hitting a sink with my wrist and causing some pain to spiral up my arm. As I shot a look up angrily at my would-be bully, I saw the person I least wanted to see.

“What’s the idea?” I demanded.

A cute girl with curly hair chuckled with a nasty expression on her face. “Oh, don’t give me such a mean look. I heard what happened between you and Denise earlier. I’m really sorry. I tried to put in a good word for you.”

“You bi… you liar.” I changed what I was going to say when she raised an eyebrow. “You’re the one telling her I’m telling people we’re in a relationship?”

“Eh? She must have misheard me. I said you want to be in a relationship. I was really trying to help. She just got it wrong is all.”

“I don’t believe that for an instant! What is it you want with me?”

“First thing, what do you think of these?” She dropped a folder filled with pictures right in front of me where I sat on my knees.

Without getting up, I picked up the folder and flipped through it. At first, it just looked like a few blurry pictures. Then, I realized that they were erotic in nature. They were through a window or a crack in the door or something, and they involved a girl in her underwear. When I reached a picture that showed her face, I gasped and dropped the images.

“Wh-what Is this?” I said in disbelief.

“Ah? Those are peep shots of Denise, silly. I thought you’d like to have some naughty pictures of her to jack off to! You should thank me!”

“What kind of pervert do you think I am? How would I want that crap?”

“That hurts, Max. After all that effort, I went to get those images for you. Sleepovers, restless nights waiting outside her window, just because I wanted Max to be happy!”

“You’re crazy!”

“Hmph… well, if you don’t appreciate these pictures, then go take better ones yourself.”

“Like hell, I would!”

“Oh? But, you really should…” Her expression darkened, and I started getting a bad feeling.

“Wh-what is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing much!” She giggled, “It’s just… it’d be a shame if these photos ended up in Denise’s hands.”

“Wh-what? You took them! You want to incriminate yourself?” I tried to turn it back on her.  

“What? I didn’t take them!” She said defensively. “I just found them in Max’s backpack. He’s a real bad apple, that one. Maybe even a stalker. Why… his fingerprints are all over them!”

“Y-you…” She had already picked the envelope I had tossed down up, and I realized she was wearing gloves too.

“I don’t think your reputation could survive such a blow. Never mind your relationship with Denise, you’ll be hated by every girl in the school!”

I bit my lip, panting as I tried to think of some way, but failing.

“What is it you want?”

“I already said, idiot!” She shot me a glare. “I want better images. In particular, I have a place you can get good ones tonight. I convinced Denise to go to make out point to do the deed. I bet you can get some great photos of her losing it.”

“Why? Why are you doing this?” I demanded, feeling my heart clench badly.

“Why? Of course, for her to remember it all! Since it’s her first time, she should definitely record such fond memories. If you want to make a copy and jack off over it, I don’t mind. My copy just better not be sticky, you pervert.”

I shook my head. “I won’t do it.”

She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me. Do it… don’t do it. I expose a little pervert like you. I don’t. Either way, I get to experience something interesting. Good luck, Max. Although you might want to get me those photos quickly, as my mouth is a bit big.”

She turned around and started walking away without another word. I wanted to attack her. I wanted to hit her. Was I going to do what she asked? No! Of course not! I wouldn’t respond to her blackmail. I had seen too many stories like that. It always escalated and grew worse and worse. Sophie had already bullied me a few times into silence over things. For example, I found out she had slept with Denise’s last boyfriend. At the time, it was blackmail to keep silent, and it only would have ended up hurting Denise to tell her the truth, so it was easier to accept. This time, it was way too far.

Yet, there was nothing I could do to defend myself from her lies. People believed women over me. I was trapped. Tomorrow, my life would be over, and I was letting the woman who ruined it just walk away. I’d give anything to stop this from happening. I just wanted it to stop!

Sophie reached the doorknob and then stopped with her hand on the handle. I looked up, expecting her to say one last cutting remark, but she just stood there without moving, staring at the door. After nearly thirty seconds passed without her moving, I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I slowly made my way to my feet.

“You made your point. I’ll do it.”

That was a lie, but if I said I’ll do it, maybe it could give me enough time to run to Denise and tell her what happened. She might believe me, she might not believe me, but at least I’d have the truth on my side.

“Do you mean it?”

“I do…what?”

 The words weren’t Sophie’s. In fact, they came from somewhere else in the room, but I couldn’t pinpoint where.

“Good… it is what I wanted to hear. Since you have agreed to give anything, then naturally, I will abide by the contracts.” The voice echoed in the room.

Sophie didn’t respond to the voice. In fact, she was still unmoving in that position.

“Who are you?” I demanded, looking around.

One of the stalls suddenly glowed with a dark red light. A second later, a person shoved open the door. I swore it was empty just a moment before. It was a girl. No…, she had horns on her head and a black spade devil tail. She was dressed in a sexy red dress. Her hair was black, and her eyes were red.

“My name is Andromeda. I’m your personal demon, at your service.” She gave a very deep curtsey, exposing a great deal of her bosom in the process.

“D-demon?” I said in a fluster, “Wh-what, do you want?”

“I do what all demons do. I make deals.” She said, smirking mischievously.

“What deal?”

She grinned, “The deal of a lifetime. The power to change everything. Is there a girl you like?”


Her grin deepened. “Are there many girls that you like?”

I blushed, looking away from her dark, dangerous stare. “M-maybe.”

“Then… make a deal with me, and we can have every woman you desire. With me, you can have it all!”