บท 4: Chapter 4: A Close Call with the Perverted Bull
'No! No way! Hikari already looks down on me, if I agree to this, how will I ever be able to face him again?'
'No! I can't agree! There's no way Masaru Oga invited me to his place for anything good.'
In that instant, Shinomiya Natsuha's IQ suddenly seemed to recover a few points.
"Masaru Oga! You bastard, get away from me!"
Natsuha screamed at the approaching Masaru Oga.
Masaru, who thought he had her in the bag, was momentarily dumbfounded by her reaction. He had been so sure he could coax her home.
But being the relentless idiot he was, Masaru Oga quickly snapped back. As a stereotypical blonde delinquent, giving up wasn't in his nature.
"Go on, keep yelling. The more you tell me to scram, the more excited I get. You can't fight back anymore, Shinomiya."
Masaru smirked shamelessly at Natsuha, thoroughly enjoying the situation. As expected of a blonde, nothing she said fazed him, it only made him more enthusiastic.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
A voice, seemingly unremarkable to everyone else, but thundering to Masaru Oga's ears, echoed out.
"Masaru Oga, back off from Shinomiya. Now!"
The impact of that voice made Masaru feel like his eardrums were being violently assaulted. It was as if someone had shoved a massive axe into his ear canal and stirred it around. The pain was unbearable.
The once-relentless Masaru Oga, who had ignored all of Natsuha's protests, froze in place, standing there like a dazed scarecrow.
Natsuha also heard the shout, but to her, it didn't seem nearly as loud. She instinctively turned towards the voice, and what she saw made her heart skip a beat.
A man, far too handsome for his own good, slowly emerged from the public restroom.
Though there were no white horses or rainbow clouds behind him, in Natsuha's mind, the scene in front of her became impossibly romantic.
This incredibly good-looking man was now wearing a crown, riding a pure white unicorn, galloping to save her, the innocent princess in distress…
She had seen Hikari 's face countless times before, so why did it feel so irresistible this time?
Her pupils gradually turned crimson, and strangely enough, a tiny heart appeared in the center of her already pink irises.
Hikari didn't notice this. (Had he noticed, he would have definitely snarked, "No, you're not some innocent princess, you're the unicorn that gets ridden…")
Lost in her fantasy, Natsuha was too absorbed to pay attention.
In reality, Hikari hadn't even glanced her way after coming out of the restroom.
His focus was entirely on the blonde head of Masaru Oga and the ugly face beneath it.
[Ding! When Masaru Oga tried to assault the innocent heroine, he was stunned and slightly wet himself due to the host's roar.]
[Congratulations, host, on successfully defending pure love. You've earned 20 Pure Love Points!]
Watching Masaru Oga stand there, still dazed and with his jeans slightly damp around the crotch, Hikari was a little surprised.
'Can yelling at blondes really makes it a roar?'
Hikari had definitely intended to scare Masaru, but the result was way more dramatic than he expected.
Just as he had roared, a message popped up in his mind.
[Ding! Bull-killer skill activated. Critical hit on blonde, damage multiplier 500%.]
So, one shout was all it took to turn Masaru into a slack-jawed idiot who even wet himself a little.
As he walked towards Masaru Oga, Hikari glanced over at the purple-haired girl leaning against a streetlamp, her hands clutched to her chest.
Natsuha's reaction earlier had surprised him.
He had noticed Masaru sneaking around even before he went into the restroom.
As long as Hikari was present, Masaru Oga didn't dare to act openly.
But you can't watch a thief for a thousand days, right? It's exhausting to keep playing cat and mouse.
So, Hikari pretended to go to the bathroom.
Sure enough, the moment Hikari was out of sight, the blonde delinquent pounced.
Everything that happened next unfolded under Hikari 's careful watch.
Initially, he had little hope for Natsuha. He assumed she'd crumble the moment Masaru came at her and was ready to step in at any moment.
But to his surprise, Natsuha held her ground for a long time.
She even threw a water bottle at Masaru's head.
With a normal girl, Hikari wouldn't have been shocked. But this was Natsuha, the original female lead of a cheesy romance anime. It was quite unexpected.
So, he kept watching. Masaru couldn't even get within five meters of her.
The moment he crossed that boundary, Hikari 's roar immediately stopped him in his tracks.
Walking up between the two of them, Hikari hesitated for a moment before heading toward Natsuha first.
Based on his experience, the best way to aggro a blonde was to start with the heroine.
Plus, getting more reward points required a more dramatic scene with the heroine involved.
"Are you okay?"
Standing beside the purple-haired girl still leaning against the streetlamp, Hikari asked in a concerned tone, though his face remained expressionless as he extended a hand.
"I'm-I'm fine…"
"Don't worry, I-I didn't give in to him."
Grabbing onto Hikari 's hand, Natsuha stood up and, at the same time, boasted a little.
Hikari's expression turned awkward as he listened to her.
'This woman…'
He had just meant to give her a hand, and now here she was, shamelessly clinging to him.
She wasn't just holding his hand, she was practically throwing herself onto him, wrapping herself around his arm.
And now, his poor arm was caught between those two mountains, suffering humiliation and torment.
He could only sigh.
"Peaks like towers, waves like anger, this feels like crossing the treacherous bridge..."
"What are you mumbling about, Hikari ?" Natsuha asked, curious.
"Nothing, just reciting a poem," Hikari shook his head.
"Can you not hold onto my arm so tightly? My head's about to explode."
"Oh! Sorry, Hikari …" Natsuha stuck her tongue out in an overly cute, anime-like fashion as she apologized.
But even though she apologized, she made no move to let go of his arm.
It couldn't be helped.
Masaru Oga had given her quite the scare earlier.
And Hikari's perfectly timed appearance had made her feel safe. She just couldn't help but hold on a little tighter. Definitely not because rubbing against his arm made her feel strangely comfortable…
Hearing Hikari and Natsuha's banter, Masaru Oga, who had been in a daze, finally began to snap out of it.
From the moment he saw Hikari 's face, he'd felt an inexplicable fear, like he was facing his nemesis. His eardrums were still ringing.
But watching Natsuha tightly cling to Hikari's arm, practically draping herself over him, made his eyes go red with rage. He looked like a bull seeing red.
Hikari had let Natsuha cling to his arm on purpose to provoke Masaru.
Otherwise, he would've pushed her off long ago.
'Heh, this shameless… pressure.'
Sure, it was impressive, but compared to Mrs. Mira's, it didn't even come close.
Don't ask how he knew—let's just say controlling himself wasn't the problem.
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