Chapter 149: Wanna Compare?
Oga Masaru picked up his backpack and followed Haruto and Natsuha, preparing to tail them.
Just then, a dark-skinned spicy girl approached and clung to Oga Masaru's arm, cooing, "Masaru, where are we going to hang out today?"
The dark-skinned spicy girl had an average appearance, and even with heavy makeup, she barely reached the average standard. Her figure was decent, but compared to Natsuha, she seemed quite ordinary.
"You came at the right time. Come with me."
Following alone would be too obvious, but bringing a girl along made it much better. As he spoke, Oga Masaru reached into the dark-skinned spicy girl's open chest and roughly groped her a few times.
Though they were supposedly a couple, in reality, he was just biding his time until he found a new target.
How could Oga Masaru seriously date a slut whose "mushroom" had long since turned black?
...
After leaving the campus, the warm winter afternoon sun cast a gentle glow, warming both body and soul.
Haruto held Natsuha's delicate, slender hand and walked leisurely toward the bus stop.
Since they had agreed on a date, their destination was naturally the commercial street.
The ultimate goal was Dual Cultivation, but a date was still necessary—not only to help them get to know each other better and build the right atmosphere, ensuring their union wouldn't feel too abrupt, but also to lure Oga Masaru out.
Haruto could teach him a lesson for no reason or secretly use Mental Magic to give him a Social Death, but he didn't want to use either method.
When dealing with a Blondie, the most satisfying approach was to utterly crush him in every way right in front of his face.
Humane Destruction and Social Death were their final fates.
While waiting for the bus, Haruto whispered with Natsuha, learning about each other's families and hobbies. Some flirtatious remarks from time to time made the girl's charming face flush with heat.
Natsuha's family was quite well-off. At Kuoh Academy, aside from a few exceptionally talented students, most came from families that were at least middle-class in Japan.
The Shinomiya Family was among the wealthier ones.
The girl lived in a standalone traditional Japanese-style house. Due to her father's affair, her parents had been divorced for many years.
The vast Shinomiya household only had a mother and daughter, but her mother was often away on business trips, so she was mostly alone at home.
Back in junior high, she had a Childhood Sweetheart to keep her company, but after moving up to high school, they barely saw each other a few times a year.
Coupled with Oga Masaru's constant advances, Natsuha could no longer suppress her loneliness and took the initiative to confess to Haruto.
She had originally intended to just vent her emotions, never expecting Haruto to agree.
Gazing at the handsome boy before her and inhaling his scent, Natsuha felt a spasm in her flat, pale abdomen, as sticky fluid dampened her cotton panties.
Haruto glanced at the girl's tightly pressed, shapely legs, immediately discerning her unusual state.
He inwardly marveled—truly worthy of a lustful H-game heroine. A date was completely unnecessary.
Watching the two lost in each other's gaze, as if about to kiss any second, Oga Masaru, who had been lurking nearby, roughly squeezed the Dark-skinned Spicy Girl's breast, eliciting a pained cry from her.
"Shinomiya, going on a date? Your boyfriend would be heartbroken," Oga Masaru said sarcastically, removing his hand from the Dark-skinned Spicy Girl's shoulder and striding up behind Natsuha.
"Oga-kun, we I are just childhood sweethearts. We're not dating," Natsuha replied coldly. She had no fondness for Oga Masaru—he'd sleep with any girl and had always harbored inappropriate thoughts about her. But since they'd been classmates since middle school, she avoided being too harsh.
"Is that so? But he absolutely adores his you~" Oga Masaru deliberately glanced at Haruto, his eyes full of provocation. "And back then, you used 'liking' as an excuse to reject me multiple times."
"So you were lying to me all along. How heartbreaking."
As he spoke, he reached for Natsuha's rounded buttocks, completely ignoring the Dark-skinned Spicy Girl and Haruto.
Haruto was about to intervene but stopped upon noticing Natsuha's poised stance.
"Ah! It hurts! I was just joking!" Oga Masaru crouched on the ground, sweating and clutching his wrist and arm in pain.
Natsuha said mercilessly, "You know I practice Aikido. You brought this on yourself."
The Dark-skinned Spicy Girl acted as if she hadn't seen Oga Masaru's actions, standing off to the side. Even when Natsuha used a reverse wristlock to stop his advances and taught him a lesson, she feigned concern and hurried over to check on him.
Haruto had been observing since Oga Masaru made his move. Natsuha's response pleased him.
As for Oga Masaru, his fate was sealed the moment he appeared.
But Haruto hadn't decided how to deal with the Dark-skinned Spicy Girl whom Oga Masaru toyed with so casually.
Witnessing her reaction, however, he finally had an idea.
This girl was beyond saving—he'd just use magic to erase her memories.
Besides, Haruto couldn't bring himself to touch such trash; she wasn't even worth using to annoy Oga Masaru.
After dealing with Oga Masaru, Natsuha nervously grabbed Haruto's left hand. "Haruto, it's not what he said. I don't have a boyfriend..."
Haruto gently stroked her smooth hair with his other hand and smiled. "Of course I believe you, Natsuha."
He truly did—because this childhood sweetheart was the epitome of a pathetic cuckold. When he'd read the doujinshi, he'd thought the character deserved to be cheated on.
Having failed to drive a wedge between them, Oga Masaru stopped pretending after resting a while and feeling less pain.
"Hey, you bastard, stay the hell away from Shinomiya. I saw her first."
Haruto shot him a sidelong glance. "Just because you saw her first means she's yours? Well, I've got my eyes on your mom too."
Oga Masaru froze for a moment, taking several seconds to process the insult.
Haruto turned away in disgust. "Never mind, I wouldn't want such a stupid son anyway. And judging by your looks, your mom probably isn't much better either."
"Bastard! You're asking for death!"
He raised his fists ready to attack, but upon seeing Natsuha assume a combat stance, he immediately backed down.
"Damn coward, always hiding behind women! Leaning on your senpai at school, and now relying on Shinomiya outside! Have the guts to fight me one-on-one!"
"Sure, I'd be happy to."
Haruto couldn't be bothered to explain. He'd originally planned to mess with this blondie a bit, but seeing how the guy was even scared of Natsuha killed whatever interest he had left.
"Damn it! So what if you're slightly better looking? If they ever tried me, neither your senpai nor Shinomiya would ever choose you!"
Oga Masaru glared at Haruto with bitter resentment, even making a vulgar thrusting motion with his hips.
"Don't disgust me. You dare show off that caterpillar of yours?"
Haruto sneered and casually erected a small Barrier.
"Want to compare? Let the dark-skinned spicy girl with you be the judge, how about that?"
He suddenly felt like seeing just how much bigger little Haruto was compared to this blondie who supposedly could satisfy H-game heroines.
As for the judge, it had to be the dark-skinned spicy girl.
Although Oga Masaru would soon disappear from this world, Haruto didn't want his own woman's eyes to be polluted.
"Right here?"
Unaware of the Barrier, Oga Masaru still felt some shame about exposing himself in broad daylight.
"What? Scared? Or is yours too small to show?"
It was actually quite common for guys to whip it out when they needed to pee urgently somewhere.
Provoked by Haruto's taunts, Oga Masaru cast aside his doubts and agreed without hesitation.
"Natsuha, wait here for a moment."
After saying this, Haruto led Oga Masaru and the dark-skinned spicy girl behind the bus stop, using the station platform as cover to begin their competition.
Listening to the rustling sounds from behind the platform, Natsuha's face flushed red, her eyes darting around as if lost in thought.
...
"Impossible!"
Oga Masaru stared at little Haruto and gasped in shock, though he quickly suppressed his voice.
Meanwhile, the dark-skinned spicy girl covered her mouth in surprise, unconsciously swallowing.
Something that big would definitely pierce right through me... I really want to try it...