The hallway was quiet. Too quiet.
Almost as if the world was holding its breath.
Then—chaos erupted.
Whoosh!
GRRRGRRRGRRRGRRR!!
A chainsaw buzzed to life like a demonic blender, slicing the silence—and almost Yuuki's face—clean in half.
He jumped back, towel barely hanging on.
"THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME FOR IT TO BE TWISTED OFF, AND I WILL PERSONALLY DO IT!"
Himari Azuma, Second-in-Command of the 7th Unit, had gone full Asura mode. Her cheeks were flushed—not with embarrassment, but with the righteous rage of a woman who had just been seen stark naked by a guy she occasionally insults for breathing.
Now, to be fair, this was the women's dorm. And the women's bath. And yes, it was technically supposed to be women-only. But there was an Occupied tag outside. That was the crucial part.
Yuuki had put it up.
That small tag. That humble sign. That passive-aggressive door ornament. It had one job: tell the world "someone is inside." And more importantly, someone who should not be disturbed.
But alas, Himari—blinded by steam, ego, and her personal belief that nothing applies to her—had ignored it. Walked in. Saw something. Screamed.
And now? She wanted to murder.
Yuuki knew better than to try explaining himself. Logic wouldn't work. Not now. Not when her chainsaw arm was roaring like a testosterone-infused lawnmower.
So—he ran.
Down the hallway. One hand gripping his towel, the other flailing behind like a confused conductor.
Behind him, Himari followed, towel tightly wrapped around her upper body, her chainsaw whirring like it was arguing with the air.
She was fast. Motivated by rage. Betrayal. And probably the awkward memory of Yuuki's eyes flicking up and down in panic during that bath scene.
Suddenly—dead end.
Yuuki skid to a halt. There was no more hallway. Just a blank wall.
He turned, pressed against it, chest heaving, sweat sliding down like a sad waterfall.
"Finally! Looks like your luck just ran out!"
Himari declared with a grin that could curdle milk.
"Wait! It's not my fault!"
Yuuki said, breathless.
"You should've read the tag!"
(Shit. She's not listening at all. Should I use force?)
His thoughts raced.
He could. He really could. Right now, Yuuki was stronger than her—hell, stronger than almost anyone in this dorm. Even Kyouka. Only Shushu might overpower him in arm wrestling, but that's because her entire existence screamed 'biceps before braincells'.
Thanks half-awakened chakra inside him (still very mysterious), Yuuki could do some ridiculous things. Like lift a 200kg boulder. Or run on water like he was auditioning for a low-budget VFX movie. Or jump up three floors because elevators were for peasants.
Even now, just by touching the floor, he could feel Kyouka scribbling something in her office two buildings over.
But despite all that...
He didn't attack.
Not because he was scared. But because fighting a girl wrapped in only a towel felt like a bad PR move.
"You should've put a tag that said 'Man Inside' if you're gonna hog the women's bath!"
Himari accused, chainsaw humming in righteous rage.
It wasn't even revving anymore. Just... vibrating. Like it was agreeing with her. Yuuki hated that.
"Why would I put 'Man Inside' on a tag in a dorm full of women?! That defeats the purpose! You should've figured it out because I'm the only guy here!"
Yuuki argued back.
Honestly, this whole situation was insane.
The bath was meant for women. Sure. But the moment there's an Occupied sign, you stop and think, right? Who else could it be? The girls never put a tag in the first place.
Which left... Yuuki.
So really, it was Himari's fault.
But did she care?
No.
"Doesn't matter. I'll gouge out your eyes—they've seen what they shouldn't have."
She raised the chainsaw with conviction.
(Okay, she's really gonna do it... Should I take the hit and sue later? Or dodge? Maybe cry?)
Yuuki's mind spiraled into dumb options.
Any normal guy in this world—where women held the power—would've dropped to their knees and begged for forgiveness.
But Yuuki wasn't normal. He was reborn. Confident. A bit horny. And he refused to apologize for something that wasn't his fault.
And then—it happened.
A tear. In space.
Just behind Himari.
Yuuki's instincts flared like emergency alarms.
Without thinking, he swatted the chainsaw aside like a fly—
Thwack!
—and pulled Himari behind him, shielding her.
"Wha–!?"
Himari squeaked, stunned. That strength. That casual dominance. Her Peach Ability had been swatted like a toy.
She forgot she was mad for a moment.
Yuuki's expression turned razor-sharp. Eyes locked forward.
A distortion in the air. A swirling vortex. Black in the middle. Pink energy twisting around like sakura petals in a toilet flush.
Something—or someone—was coming through.
Yuuki had a gut feeling.
Himari didn't need one.
"The Seventh seems lively!"
A voice chimed sweetly.
A woman stepped out of the portal like she owned the hallway.
Tall. Short Blonde hair with some white on top. Blue Eyes sharp like a cat that knew how hot it was.
She waved lazily, then focused on Yuuki.
"So, you're the rumoured Slave-kun of Kyouka, huh?"
And just like that—
She vanished from the portal and appeared right in front of him. Barely an inch from his face.
Yuuki blinked. He didn't even see the move.
His perception did. His body reacted. He moved to strike—
But her hand caught his wrist like it was a feather.
It didn't budge.
Cold sweat ran down Yuuki's spine. But his heart was beating like crazy.
Not from fear.
From the sweet breath that drifted across his lips. And the dangerously soft voice that tickled his ears.
Then, as if the moment hadn't happened, she returned beside another woman.
"Hi! I'm the Commander of the Sixth Unit, Tenka Izumo!"
The blonde smiled.
She wore a turtleneck, a black waistcoat, and a skirt that made her look soft yet lethal. Her black stockings hugged her legs like they were drawn with budget-boosting animation.
(...So soft.)
Yuuki thought. His inner pervert escaping again.
The other girl spoke—finally.
"I'm Yachiho Azuma. Second-in-command."
Her voice was cold. Sharp. Possibly made of salt.
She had long blue twin-tails, tied with ribbons that screamed "I'm not as sweet as I look."
Her eyes locked onto Himari like a predator spotting a weaker predator.
"Can you call Kyou-chin?"
Tenka asked cheerfully, destroying the tension like it owed her money.
Both Yuuki and Himari nodded in sync, finally breathing again.
The hallway was silent once more—but now it was the kind of silence that only comes after barely avoiding a murder, witnessing time-space tear open, and meeting two very dangerous women who might just destroy your life in the next five minutes.