'Well, this is certainly a pickle.' Sana Sunomiya thought to herself with a deadpanned.
She was in a dark alley, cornered by three thugs that looked around 20-ish years old.
She wasn't one to feel negative emotions in her life, preferring to stay indifferent or nonchalant. Why? Simply because she wanted to stay razor focus on her passion and commitment—art!
Even now she doesn't feel threatened or flustered by the thugs surrounding her, when most girls her age would feel scared.
It's simply because she was confident to take down three thugs who seemed to have only intimidation tactics and minimal combat experience.
Sana Sunomiya wasn't one to brag. But due to her influential and wealthy background; mostly due to her grandfather owning a kendo dōjō, she learned and grasped several martial arts at a young age.
And unlike other people who learned various martial arts, only to be either half-assed or abandoned the lessons, she stuck with them. Relentlessly.
Kendo, judo, aikido, even a bit of boxing. Each discipline sharpened her body and mind into something efficient and precise, like an artist ending her creation with a single stroke.
Now one might be wondering, how did she end up in this situation?
Well she orchestrated the entire event.
See, Sana's philosophy of art is that creating an authentic piece of art is love. Contrary to her stoic, stern, no-nonsense personality and looks.
She's actually very dramatic and passionate, leading to her artworks to being the best of the best!
Which is how she quickly became the president of the Art Club in Hakoniwa Academy back in her first year.
However, like many creators and artists, Sana had hit a bottleneck in her path.
She didn't have a boyfriend.
Can you believe that? Someone whose philosophy in creating her artworks was love, yet she doesn't have a lover?
But also because she has a smoking hot bod, how could someone not tap that already? Well, most people are afraid or turn off about her... quirky personality so they wouldn't approach her.
The ones who do have shitty personalities similar to the thugs harrassing her. Who had quickly earned either broken bones or cracked eggs.
Moreover, she hasn't even fallen love in fact!
She has loved someone, not romantically however. She loves her family. That counts, right?
Sana hasn't fallen in love with someone. So when she felt her latest works' quality had decline, she attributed it to the lack of a love life.
Which is why she had orchestrated this entire scenario. Hoping that someone would appear and beat these delinquents, charming her in the process.
Since she didn't have any experience in love or getting a date, with her friends being of no help either, she was left with another option for help.
The internet.
There was lot of ways to fall in love. Most were... disturbing.
She quickly scratched that and went for another option.
The power of literature(manga)!
And the tactic she went with was the; typical cliché of a boy saving a helpless girl being harassed by delinquents/thugs.
A sure fire way for a young maiden such as herself to fall hopelessly in love with someone, according to manga logic.
'Would it really cause my heart to beat? Would butterflies appear and flutter within my stomach? Would the world come to a standstill as my vision narrows to only his visage?'
Sana exhaled softly through her nose.
Honestly, she doubted it.
"Hey! Are you listening? Bitch. You're a gyaru, aren't you? Hehehe. Following us here is just asking for trouble." The first thug stepped closer, lips sticking out and openly leering at her. The crotch on his pants was noticeably bulging.
The other two had similar reactions as they slowly boxed her. One of them even inserted his hand into his pants, moving it aggressively.
Sana pursed her lips, a look of utter disgust flickered in her eyes.
'....Enough. I can't wait anymore. Nobody's—'
"Oi. Ganging up on a girl like that? That ain't cool." A cold and calm voice cut the tense situation.
"Huh? Who the fuck are you?"
"Get lost kid!
"Yeah—Hm? Hold up. Guys! Does...does that guy look familiar to you?"
The delinquents turned their heads towards the busybody who interrupted their "good" time with a rare, drop-dead gorgeous, voluptuous girl in an empty alleyway.
That sort of chance wouldn't happen again even if they were to use all of their combined luck and wealth in their lifetime!
One of them however, paused. He frowned, feeling an unsettling and familiar feeling exuding from the guy getting in their way.
'C-Could it be...? No, it can't! He can't possibly be here!'
'That guy...' Sana looked over the delinquent's shoulder with bright and curious eyes. This was what she was waiting for!
The one who would make her heart flutter.
The one who could stir her loins and cause continuous spurts of arousal!
The one who would embrace her, bare and natural, as they make love under the moonlight!
She regarded art as her passion and love as her guidance. As one would say, "When in Rome? Do what the Romans did!"
Erotica!
'Oops! I got a little ahead of myself there.' Sana shook her head, snapping back to reality.
She had to focus. She wanted to see who her chosen "beloved" would be!
"I'll give you at the count of five."
Stepping forward was a young man wearing a sleek and stylish black suit, his hands in his pockets, polished shoes clicking against the damp concrete.
His unruly blond hair fluttered from a breezy wind coming from behind him, giving him a mysterious and cool aura in the eyes of the delinquents and Sana.
"Five," he flatly said.
The delinquents didn't take him seriously due to his arrogance and the suit he was wearing. Except for one of them, who's now trembling and taking a step back in fear.
"Huh?! Hey guys, look at this loser! Hahaha! Dressing all sharp like that, what? Didja date stood you up in some fancy restaurant? Hahaha!"
"Wait, wait. He... He might even be an escort! Ahahahaha!"
"Four." The blond's eyes gleamed, as if a blue fire ignited at the corner of his eye.
"Y-Yo! We gotta bounce outta here!"
"Huh? Whatchu saying bro? He's just one guy! We can take him!"
"You scared about cops? Chill man. I know the place. The cops—"
"No! You don't understand! That guy—!"
"Three. Two..." He started loosening his tie and cracked his neck.
The scared delinquent's eyes constricted into pins, his breathing turned heavy and hurried.
As if he was looking at wasn't human...but a monster!
"That's Zenkichi Hitoyoshi! The Yellow Flash! The man who flipped the underworld upside down when he forcibly united all the gangs and even the Yakuza under his command a couple years ago!"
"The former head of the notorious Pagan Paladins, otherwise known as the P.P. Gang!"
The other delinquents, as well as Sana, stared at him before looking back at Zenkichi.
"What?"
Zenkichi's eyes darkened, as veins popped around his face.
"So, you have chosen death."
"Special move: Savate - Three Stage Kick."
Zenkichi disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"What?!"
"Where did he—!!"
"Eek! Mercy—!"
The delinquents flinched as a sharp gust of wind tore through the alley.
Three shadowy replicas of Zenkichi appeared before each delinquent, their legs raised high and struck their heads unhesitatingly.
They all dropped onto the ground, unconscious.
It ended quickly. No suspense, excitement, and unnecessary long-ass fight description against mere scums like them.
He wasn't Medaka or Itami, but he sure as hell wasn't ordinary!
"Well, that was anticlimactic." Zenkichi muttered, patting down his suit nonchalantly. He looked frustrated as he looked down at the delinquent who recognized him.
"Tsk. I can't believe people still remembered me. I thought everyone would be focused on the new gen and people like Medaka to remember me."
'He—!' Sana's eyes widened as she stared gobsmacked at Zenkichi. To her, it looked like he had did something similar like a ninja!
In just a literal blink of an eye, he defeated those guys!
Not only just that, but he done so with such... elegance!
Sure she can also easily defeat them, but it would've taken her at least a few seconds and wouldn't be so clean. That....
'What...What is this feeling?' Sana breathing turned hurried, her face slightly pink.
"Hey. You all right? They didn't do anything to you, right? Should I call the ambulance?"
Sana snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at her "savior".
Zenkichi looked at her with a worried expression.
'Ah. He's...'
"...perfect."
"Excuse me?"
"Breed me."
"...Huh?"
Sana, without any hesitation, took off all of her in an instant. Impressively, she did it faster than Zenkichi had defeated the delinquents!
She stood before him in all her bare glory. She has a royal pallor alike, delicate-looking, fair skin; empathized so clear that seems to glow in the growing darkness. As someone who practices martial arts, her physique was athletic with a firm butt, massive boobs, a thin waist, long legs, and slender arms.
But the most eye-catching part of her was certainly her large breasts!
'Dayum!'
Zenkichi's eyes popped out, his instincts inscribed in his genetics from time immemorial had triggered. His eyes automatically zoomed onto the nice pair revealed before him.
'A-Are her tits bigger than Medaka-chan? Nani?!'
But soon, her words quickly filtered into his brain.
'....I'm never coming home, am I?'
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AN: This story might be mostly p*rn, but it's still going to have a lot of plot!
Sorry for the long wait, finals and getting the clearance to be admitted to next semester took a while. Haha! Free at last!