Chapter 1 – Rika’s Secret Account – Part 1

 

The Studious Boy and the Secret Account Girl: The Case Where the Erotic Secret Account Girl I've Been Relying On Turns Out to Be the Class Idol

T/N: Translating this WN from chapter 1, as the previously translated chapters seem to have been deleted. As a side note, I will keep the names in Japanese order (surname first name), I’ll keep the honorifics and most family vocatives, when I think it makes sense to use.

Chapter 1 – Rika’s Secret Account – Part 1

RIKA@Secret Account

Today's Showcase

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Her skin, illuminated by the light source, was translucently white and dazzling.

Every button on her shirt was undone, boldly exposing her chest, wrapped in a black bra.

Large breasts. A distinct 'I' shape was carved into them. A strand of neatly combed black hair flowed into the alluring valley.

Lowering my gaze, it passed over her smooth stomach and cute navel to her lower abdomen. A sigh of admiration escaped at the sensual curve.

The legs extending from the shorts were slender. They had just the right amount of flesh, not sickly thin.

The crucial parts, however, were concealed by the shorts. The front hook was undone, revealing as much as possible.

Her face was hidden by her smartphone, but the peace sign she made was strangely erotic.

 

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"RIKA-san is amazing again today."

Alone in a room of the apartment building, staring intently at his smartphone, he slid his glasses back up his nose with his middle finger, unable to contain his delight.

　Attending high school, going to his part-time job, coming home to do chores, then using whatever time remains for prep and review.

Amidst this hectic daily grind, one of the few hobbies 'Kariya Tsutomu' has is SNS (Social Networking Service).

Saying 'Hobby: SNS' doesn't mean just random browsing or aimlessly scrolling without purpose.

What Tsutomu prefers to view are... the so-called ‘secret accounts'.

SNS platforms have accounts known as secret accounts.

The original meaning is 'an anonymous account created separately from one's main, publicly established account'.

Their uses are diverse and can't be narrowed down to one purpose, but they're generally used to do things one can't do with their main account.

Tsutomu has no intention of judging the merits or demerits of secret accounts. Everyone has one or two things they can't bring themselves to say openly or admit to.

Setting aside debates about the 'true self,' he could understand the desire to let loose freely. That's why Tsutomu didn't condemn secret accounts.

...Though, to be fair, the accounts he checked were photo-sharing ones—more precisely, accounts posting erotic photos, so it wasn't exactly something to be praised.

When he viewed secret accounts himself, he used a secret account too, careful not to link it to his main one.

After finishing up the day's various tasks, it was finally time to relax.

He has no interest in TV shows, and even turning on his computer feels like a hassle.

For times like this, nothing beats a smartphone.

He flops onto his bed and stares at the display.

What appears is an account called 'RIKA' that he discovered around last summer.

Her slender figure is offset by an unbalanced bust that makes one’s mouth water.

Every part of her body is undoubtedly top-notch, and she's generous with the exposure and the service.

Whether she's really a 'self-proclaimed high school girl' is beside the point—there's no way she wouldn't be popular.

'Too hot. This is dangerous (vocabulary collapse)'

'Take off your shirt!'

'I want to be the bra covering RIKA-chan's breasts'

'More, more hot stuff!'

'Goddess'

Enthusiastic comments keep piling up under her posted photos. As the likes continue to pick up speed, Tsutomu adds his own.

He loves erotic stuff just as much, so he's in no position to judge these people.

They're kindred spirits, and sometimes they connect more deeply than with some of their so‑called friends — whether that's a good thing or not…

'RIKA' updates irregularly, but frequently. Her posts usually come between dusk and late night.

Even though he follows her and never misses a post, he still feels restless every day during these hours.

Today, too, a flood of replies had already lined up. Every single comment was pure lust.

Tsutomu had never commented on her photos himself. In fact, he felt like he should just write something casually... but somehow, his hand wouldn't reach out.

It was fine for him to just watch from afar. He was aware he was a coward.

Thank you again today, 'RIKA'.

It's been about a year since starting high school and living alone.

Though it was something he chose for his own reasons, the early days were exhausting.

One day, utterly drained both mentally and physically, he stumbled upon an erotic photo on Twitter.

Scrolling through the account, a flood of posted images poured out.

The fatigue that had weighed on his entire body vanished in an instant.

Tsutomu had touched upon a simple truth.
Erotica saves people.

I shouldn’t be wondering what kind of person she is.

He lightly tapped the hidden face with his finger. 'RIKA' never showed her face.
Her followers – well into the five digits – were surely all dying to see it.

Yet no one ever said so. Every one of them was strangely, oddly polite about it.

...Probably because they'd hate to accidentally upset her, get blocked, or – worst case – having their account deleted.

He’d been startled the first time a half-naked woman's photo appeared on his timeline.
A half-naked woman wasn’t shocking in itself. He'd always thought that.
After all, these days, you can flip through any weekly magazine and find photos of gravure idols and cosplayers.

Well… it’s not like I’ve ever seen a real woman’s bare skin up close.

But—the image posted on SNS felt different.
It wasn't just about how revealing it was – there was something …raw about it.
Terrifyingly captivating. It grabbed his heart in an instant.

Wondering what this was all about, he searched around and came across the term ‘secret account'.
He'd browsed Twitter often enough since getting his smartphone, but he’d never known such accounts existed.

After stumbling onto one and getting curious, he’d dug deeper.

When something catches my interest, I just can’t leave it alone.

It’s all just secondhand information from the internet, of course… but apparently, people who flood their secret accounts with erotic photos tend to be either plagued by loneliness or driven by a strong need for validation.

They post a slightly naughty picture on a whim, get attention, feel the rush from all the likes, and then post again. And again. It becomes a cycle.

It seems to escalate into thoughts like this: 'I hate being alone,' 'I want everyone to praise me,' 'I want to be acknowledged.' And the images themselves start escalating too.

…I don't really get it.

Take this girl behind the account ‘RIKA’, for instance. No one knows who she actually is.
Unknown, yes... but it's obvious she has a body captivating enough to recognize even without seeing her face.
If she can attract this much attention without showing it, you'd think she'd be the last person struggling with loneliness or craving approval in real life.

...Kind of rich coming from a bona fide loner like me.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself. Tsutomu was a loner – something both he and everyone else acknowledged.
He handled the housework, went to school, worked part-time, and studied hard.

Living like that, his relationships had thinned out before he even realized it.
That was all there was to it. He'd drifted apart from his friends from middle school as well.
If he ever lost the few friends he'd made in high school, his student life would become completely solitary.　

If I were a cute girl..., would I run a secret account too?

He found himself saying the absurd thought aloud in his empty room.
Maybe he would. The desire to connect with someone – to feel needed – existed in him as well.

His acceptance of living alone was nothing more than a trade-off with the various problems reality had thrown at him.
For all the freedom of his solitary life, there was no denying he, too, sought those fragile connections offered by SNS.

Not that anyone would want to see me naked anyway.

Tsutomu was a guy. Not particularly handsome. Just an ordinary glasses-wearing boy with short hair and an average build.
Years of burying himself in his studies had probably ruined his eyesight, and he was self-conscious about how sharp his eyes looked.
He was, technically, a second-year high school student starting this spring. If RIKA wasn’t lying about her profile, they were the same age.

Not that in meant anything. They had no connection outside of social media.
They never had, and they never would. And that was fine. The world was simply built that way.

With a quiet sigh, Tsutomu plugged his phone into the charger and gently closed his eyes.