The weather wasn't hot.
Akihiko's sweat had nothing to do with the temperature, even though the sun blazed overhead.
"Spring? No, it should be 'December' right now, but this warmth..."
He muttered to himself.
And why was there a sun? He had clearly gone downstairs at '11 PM' to buy snacks from the convenience store.
He walked down a clean street, only to arrive at another... pristine street.
Though the scenery had shifted slightly, the gentle sunlight was completely at odds with the supposed '11 PM' time.
"Where the hell am I? A dream? Wait..."
His thoughts were a tangled mess.
Right, right—maybe he should ask someone. He quickened his pace, intending to leave this street and find a passerby to ask what was going on. The sudden shift from midnight to broad daylight could mean his internal clock was messed up—or worse, a sign of the 'world's impending doom.'
Akihiko reached the street corner.
Peering around it, the view wasn't much different from the last two streets—quiet residential houses, a pleasant breeze, comfortable temperatures, everything neat and tidy. Not even a speck of trash in the corners beneath the telephone poles.
But this time, he finally saw people.
Not just one, but a whole group.
Or rather, two groups.
They were divided into opposing sides.
One side was a boy and a girl.
The other side had far more people—around seven or eight. Leading them was a man in a flashy floral shirt, his skin tanned dark. He had unbuttoned his sleeves, exposing a muscular chest, and wore a thick gold chain around his neck. His earrings glinted under the sunlight.
And most notably—he was a blond.
Behind him stood other young men, some gripping knives, others wielding objects resembling golf clubs—all of which could be collectively called 'weapons.'
As for the boy and girl—the boy was scrawny, short, and hiding behind the tall girl.
The girl wore a JK uniform, her jet-black hair tied into a high ponytail. Her neck was as pale and slender. Though her lips were pressed tight and her eyes glared warily at the blond man, it was clear she was a rare 'beauty.'
The two groups stood in a standoff, the tension between them practically sparking. There was no way Akihiko could just casually walk up and ask for directions.
Huh? Were they about to fight? He froze.
Just as he hesitated, the blond man spoke first:
"Shiraoka High's karate club captain, Ryouka Yotsumoto!! You humiliated me in front of the whole nation! I'll make you pay for that ten times over!!"
The girl—Ryouka Yotsumoto—pursed her lips and smirked disdainfully.
"Is this revenge for losing at the national high school tournament? How pathetic... Can't even take a loss like a man!"
"Damn brat!" The blond-haired man's face twisted in rage. "You're gonna pay for this!!"
With that, a swarm of thugs surged toward the slender girl, mercilessly swinging their weapons!
But Ryouka moved with astonishing agility.
The first to strike was a golf club, wielded like an ordinary bat in a downward slash aimed at Ryouka's head.
Ryouka sidestepped, her skirt fluttering.
A knee strike!!
It landed with full force in the stomach of the golf club wielder. Despite her petite frame, she possessed surprising strength. The club holder groaned, "Ugh—" as if about to vomit bile.
Akihiko noticed a sneaky figure circling behind Ryouka, arms outstretched, attempting to lock her in a grapple.
But Ryouka was quicker. She raised her fist and struck the ambusher's nose with the back of her hand, sending blood spurting from his nostrils!!
Impressive.
Akihiko had never been much of a delinquent and rarely witnessed fights firsthand. Watching the girl move with such precision, he couldn't help but marvel—Ryouka Yotsumoto was practically an expert in brawling.
Yet, even as she held off two or three attackers single-handedly,
"Gah—!"
She couldn't protect the boy at the same time.
The blond-haired man landed a single punch on the boy's cheek, sending him staggering back with a pained cry!
"Ayumu!!" Distracted by concern, Ryouka spared a glance his way. Dodging another attack, she leaped several steps to reach the boy. "Ayumu, are you okay!?" She tried to help the boy, who was curled up like a shrimp.
"Guh…" The boy gritted his teeth, saliva dripping from his lips—a pitiful sight.
"Ayumu Matsubara?"
The blond-haired man chuckled darkly as he approached. "We did get intel that you, Ryouka Yotsumoto, had a 'childhood friend.' But I didn't expect him to be this weak."
"Damn it… stay away from Ayumu!" Ryouka shielded the boy.
The blond and his battered gang closed in, forming a semicircle, forcing the two toward the wall.
From his hiding spot at the end of the street, Akihiko could see that while Ryouka could hold her own—even dominate—she couldn't easily fend off a fourth attacker, let alone the entire group, which far outnumbered four.
"Ryouka Yotsumoto… I'm gonna make you pay!" The blond sneered, spreading his hands in a lewd, wriggling gesture.
"That's enough!"
Just as the pair was cornered, a muscular man appeared from the opposite side.
He moved swiftly—before the words even finished echoing, he was already behind the blond, grabbing his collar and flinging him aside like a ragdoll!
The gang froze in shock.
The others, realizing they'd been ambushed, lunged at the bespectacled man!!
"Hah!"
With a fierce shout, the man repelled all the delinquents trying to restrain him!!
His movements were lightning-fast. After shaking them off, he clenched his fists and struck them down one by one—each punch landing squarely on their faces. A single hit was enough to send the previously boastful thugs crashing to the ground, unable to rise.
Though the delinquents outnumbered him, with the bespectacled man's fighting style, the outcome was decided in an instant.
When the boy, the girl, and Akihiko turned around, everything was already over.
The delinquents were sprawled on the ground—some groaning in pain, others completely unconscious.
The bespectacled man swept a disdainful glance over them before walking over to Ryouka. With a gentle smile, he extended his hand. "Are you alright? Can you stand?"
Ryouka hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I'm fine... but Ayumu—"
"I-I can..." Ayumu Matsubara tried to force himself up, but the agony on his face made it clear he was anything but 'fine.'
"My name is Yamato Aihara. I'm a college student living nearby," the bespectacled man said, adjusting his glasses with a smile. "Don't worry. As long as I'm here, nothing bad will happen."
Like hell nothing bad will happen!!
Akihiko, still clinging to the wall, screamed internally. He remembered now!
These were characters from "Tooi Kimi Ni, Boku Wa Todokanai!"
This... this was a manga world!!
And not just any manga—a doujinshi... and a classic NTR cuckold one at that!!
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New Fic!
This fic will be on trial to see if the readers like this kind of story. I've translated up to 30 chapters, and it's good so far. The MC is not a scumbag, which is a really big relief for me. The story revolves around MC saving NTR hentai heroines from blond bastards. There's no romance so far, but it seems like there will be in later chapters.
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