Chapter 15 Ken
The sight of it sent a jolt of discomfort through her, but she suppressed the urge to flinch. Megumi smiled viciously at her, a challenge in her eyes.
Interesting.
How long Megumi had resented her, and why the fuck she decided to waste both of their times these past three years on a fake friendship?
Was it really fake or had Lydia just been blind to the malice?
What was she getting out of it other than a chance to produce and start in her own villainess arc?
Lydia had read and watched enough bullshit revenge fics with Megumi to recognize that this was where the villainess was supposed to get her major victory. Megumi had always complained about the villainess’ ending, how it never worked that way in real life. Lydia agreed, but for a different reason, and now it was clear that Megumi had been telling her, more or less, how she’d planned for this moment.
She owed her mother a ‘you were right’ text about Megumi being a hater on top of being a shitty mentor. That connection had to be severed as cleanly as possible, and fuck, she was going to have to look for new housing because Megumi was a petty bitch who wouldn’t be happy if she didn’t feel like she’d won.
Lydia was not one to feed wolves, especially not spoiled, selfish, entitled bitches like these two. Lydia kept her expression blank and unaffected, cocked an eyebrow, and let her gaze linger on his exposed, flushed cock jutting toward Megumi’s face. It turned her stomach and poked at memories she actively suppressed, but she kept her gaze on it long enough to make the room tilt towards her and hold its breath. It twitched and flagged a little. Ken was clearly uncomfortable with her gaze.
After all his hinting about sex, she would have thought he’d appreciate the attention now.
Shame. She was going to twist this knife until he bled out on the floor.
Tilting her head, she frowned and let out an unimpressed hum tinged with disappointment.
Ken jolted like she’d slapped him. The flush on his cheeks spread. The pleasured haze in his eyes cleared as she pursed her lips.
“Well, that explains some things.”
“What—what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Ken shifted, but didn’t put his cock away.
He did turn just so, hiding himself a bit. She was pretty sure he was barely half-hard now. Good.
Lydia: 2, Ken-gumi: 0.
“I don’t really think that’s relevant. Raw? Really? Your coach know about this?” She looked between Ken and Megumi. “Your Dad know about this? Considering…”
Considering that Ken would get disowned if he got kicked off the team, never mind if he came home with an illegitimate child, even if the child were full Japanese.
Megumi’s eyes widened, and Ken shifted, clearing his throat, but his cock flagged a bit.
“Look, Lydia, you know—“
“That this makes it easier?”
Ken blinked. “What?”
“Oh, I was trying to figure out how to dump you without hurting your feelings, but since we’re here…” She gestured to Megumi and let her gaze flick distastefully at his state. “Makes it so much easier for us both, don’t you think?.”
“You were going to dump me?” Ken scoffed and glared, but Megumi looked utterly pleased with herself. “You have a lot of nerve to think you could.”
What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Who the hell did he think he was?
Well, he was about to find out.
“I am. I have, actually. You didn’t even ask how my grandpa was. Didn’t call while I was gone… I could go on. Not really boyfriend material.” She swallowed past the tingling in her throat and waved across him. She kept her blinking slow and deliberate, despite the sting in her eyes. “The fact that you’ve been fucking my mentor and who knows who else is just permission not to sugarcoat the fact that you’re not worth my time. So thanks…” She pulled out her phone.
Ken flinched, but she angled the screen away from them, pretending to tick something off her to-do list. A startled gasp escaped Megumi. Both of them knew about her meticulously kept running to-do list.
“One less thing.
Megumi scoffed. “You’re a really bad liar, not that it matters. I mean…” She purred, dragging a hand up his chest. “He’s going to be a pro-hockey player, and you were barely dating to begin with.” She smirked. “Besides, it’s not like he would ever bring you home to meet his family—the disgrace.”
Ken’s eyes widened a little.
Lydia cracked a pitying smile as she met Megumi’s gaze. “Two: mentor mediation. I don’t think a coffee table discussion is going to cut it.”
Her smirk faltered the longer Lydia smiled at her. She considered pressing on that girlfriend wound, but Ken would do that on his own. It must have crossed her mind because Megumi flushed and snarled.
“What the fuck are you looking at me like that for?”
“I think you know, and I’m glad to know how you really feel about me, Meg’. Why’d you even take me on as a mentee?” She rolled her eyes. “I mean, you could have taken on any of the full—oh.” Lydia paused, chuckling. “Oh, never mind. I get it.”
Because the full Japanese Aegis students didn’t need her. They had money and connections far beyond Megumi’s. They were also, in Megumi’s mind, more competition. Was Ken that much of a catch?
“You don’t know anything!”
“Oh, but I think I do,” Lydia shrugged. “Not that it matters. This whole thing isn’t going to complicate my living situation, is it?”
Megumi blinked. “What?”
“I mean, you clearly hate me, but given how little I’m actually here, me living here shouldn’t be a problem, right?” She paused. “I mean, what has to change? It’s not like I’m in the way of #NothingButLace.”
Megumi gasped, and Ken jerked around to look at her.
Connor, Ken’s roommate and notorious playboy, had a habit of posting on his social media about his escapades. #NothingButLace was an invite-only party she and Cami held every month.
Ken had never been invited, but he and Connor were roommates and linemates. It didn’t take a genius to figure out she was fucking Connor, too.
Given how much time the two of them spent in locker rooms together, there was no way Ken wasn’t doing the mental comparison.
She hoped he spiraled about how much more Megumi enjoyed Connor’s dick for a long time.
She turned back, checking her bedroom door was locked and all of her things, including the toilet paper she bought, were in her room before heading to the kitchen.
“Let me know. I got a campus job, so if you want me out, I could probably just move on to campus.”
She turned, humming some pop song she didn’t remember the words to, and went to the kitchen. She snagged the last of her milk, dumped in two scoops of protein powder into her shaker bottle, fruit puree, and a scoop of nutritional powder. She shook it and headed to the door.