Crap, was the only thought in Masaru Ouga's mind before his world flipped.
His back slammed into the hard floor. His head rang like a bell, and a searing pain shot through his spine.
"Ow! Dammit!" Masaru writhed on the ground like a maggot, groaning in agony.
Natsuha stood over him, her reaction having taken less than three seconds. "Are... are you okay? You jumped out and scared me! It's your own fault!" she said, though she felt a bit bad. She shook her wrist as if trying to flick off the "filth" from touching him.
The gesture was a massive blow to Masaru's pride. He had hoped she'd help him up so he could feel her up. He hadn't expected the "pure" girl to be a martial artist.
Masaru groaned. Even through the pain, his mind was 100% focused on sex. "Shizunomiya! Help me up, you bitch!" he shouted, trying to make her feel guilty.
"Can't you... get up yourself, Masaru-kun?" Natsuha asked. She knew him because he was the loudmouth who got in trouble on the first day.
"What?! My back is broken because of you! Don't you see how much pain I'm in?!"
Natsuha stood her ground, her face full of disgust. She was a "Pure Virgin"—she didn't touch boys, not even her childhood friend. And honestly, Masaru was just too ugly. He looked like a mangy monkey. Most beautiful girls have a psychological "cleanliness" requirement, and Masaru was a sub-human beast in her eyes.
"Damn it!" Masaru saw her disgust. He knew what she was thinking. I've been discriminated against?! You'll pay for this, you elitist bitch!
He ignored the fact that he only went after pretty girls himself. He was the king of double standards. He forced himself up, fists clenched. He wanted to beat her, to make her kneel and beg for his dick. He wanted to slap her ass and ask if she still cared about looks then.
But then he saw her take a combat stance. He immediately cooled down. He couldn't beat her in a fight.
"Argh... my back... I think I have internal injuries. This is gonna cost at least 300,000 yen in hospital bills," he groaned, faking an injury and curling up on the floor.
"300,000 yen?!" Natsuha's eyes widened. She only got 80,000 yen a month for allowance, and most of that went to rent. Her parents were average people; she didn't want to burden them.
"But you jumped at me... and this is the girl's restroom area..."
"So? Did I go inside the restroom? Am I not allowed to walk in the hallway? Don't slander me, Shizunomiya-san!"
Masaru was using a "logic" he'd found online: being near a girl's restroom does not equal having bad intent.
"..." Natsuha was speechless. It sounded... technically correct?
"Fine. After school, you're coming to the hospital with me!" Masaru pushed his advantage. "Unless... you don't want to pay the 300,000 yen?"
Natsuha shook her head instinctively.
"Tell you what. I'll make a sacrifice. If you be my girlfriend for a month, I'll forget about the money. How about it? Good deal, right?" Masaru's true goal was revealed, his face twisted in a predatory grin.
"Impossible!" Natsuha barked. She'd rather die than date him. She had a childhood friend!