Chapter 3: You're Not a Pure Princess, But a Ridden Unicorn

"That guy had such a sleazy look on his face, he was asking my contact info. When I refused, he just kept pestering me. If I hadn't told him I knew Aikido, he probably wouldn't have left."

"Hikari-kun, are you doubting me?"

Shinomiya Natsuha's chest heaved angrily, her already ample assets drawing even more attention as they shimmered in the sunlight. Even Hikari, despite his usual indifference, found the sight a bit overwhelming.

"Natsuha, calm down. I'm not doubting you. I was just asking, that's all. No need to get worked up. How about you take a drink of water and cool off a bit?"

Hikari handed her a bottle of water before turning toward a nearby public restroom.

Watching his retreating back, Natsuha finally managed to calm down. She gripped the water bottle tightly and muttered angrily, "How dare Hikari-kun question me like that? Does he really think everyone has such terrible taste in beauty as he does? It's infuriating."

Still fuming, Natsuha twisted the cap off the bottle, grumbling to herself.

"That guy wouldn't know real beauty even if it hit him in the face."

At that moment, a voice interrupted her thoughts—one that was all too familiar.

"You're absolutely right. That idiot Hikari really doesn't know how to appreciate beauty. If it were me, I'd already be enjoying you under me."

The sneer in the voice made her freeze. Turning around, she saw exactly who she feared: Masaru Oga, the guy who had harassed her not too long ago. His greasy blond hair, tacky earrings, and delinquent swagger made her stomach turn.

"What are you doing here? What do you want?"

While Masaru was agreeing with her earlier complaint, she still despised him far more than she ever disliked Hikari. At least Hikari was attractive, even if he was distant. Masaru, on the other hand, was just straight up repulsive.

"Whoa, whoa, no need to get so defensive. I just want to be friends, that's all," Masaru said, licking his lips. "Give me your number, and I'll leave you alone. Deal?"

"Get lost." Natsuha snapped. "There's no way I'm giving you my contact info. Do you even look at yourself in the mirror? I could never be interested in a disgusting creep like you."

Masaru's face darkened at her words. It wasn't just an insult; it was a direct hit to his fragile ego.

"Hey! What the hell did you just say, you little bitch?"

He clenched his fists, his voice dripping with anger. "Deep down, I bet you're just a filthy slut, aren't you? Playing innocent, but you're worse than anyone else."

"What are you talking about?" Natsuha's retort lacked the strength she'd hoped for, her voice faltering. Something about Masaru's words unnerved her.

"I've seen your little childhood friend, Yamano Yuuta," Masaru continued, stepping closer. "There's no way a guy like him could ever satisfy someone like you."

As Masaru approached, Natsuha's body trembled. Despite her Aikido training, she found herself unable to move. The closer he got, the more powerless she felt. It was as though every instinct she had learned was failing her.

She couldn't understand why. Was it because he had struck a nerve?

Masaru was now just a few meters away, his ugly face contorted into a wicked grin. Natsuha's mind raced, trying to find some way to fight back. Her eyes fell on the bottle of water Hikari had given her.

Gathering what little courage she had, she hurled the plastic bottle at Masaru with all her strength.

"Get lost!!"

The bottle hit its mark, splashing Masaru's face with water. It startled him enough to stop his advance, but some of the water splashed back on Natsuha, soaking part of her uniform.

Her shirt wasn't soaked through, but the wet fabric clung to her skin, making her pink bra and distinct nipple visible through the uniform. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to cover herself.

Masaru wiped the water from his face, his fury turning into a twisted smile as he watched her trembling. "What's the matter, Natsuha? Why not come home with me and change out of that wet shirt? You don't want anyone seeing you like this, do you?"

Natsuha's heart raced. For a moment, she hesitated. She didn't want to be seen like this... but then, an image of Hikari flashed through her mind.

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