"Hehehe~"
Masaru Ouga wore the classic villainous smirk of impending victory. He extended his scarlet tongue, slick with saliva, and licked his lips as he slowly stalked toward the dazed Natsuha Shizunomiya.
Finally, he was about to feast on this prime piece of meat. Those days of celibacy would be worth it. He planned to vent every ounce of his lust, turning her—both top and bottom—into a "cream puff." Her breasts looked perfect for sliding his "hot dog" between them.
Once Natsuha is dealt with, who's next? he wondered.
Suzuka Yotsumoto seemed promising—those powerful legs. Or maybe that pair of sisters? He chuckled. This school was a goldmine of juicy girls.
In the future, they'll all belong to my harem! To me, Masaru Ouga!
Believing Natsuha was already his for the taking, Masaru began fantasizing about his next moves. One girl wouldn't be enough to satisfy his hunger, nor could one territory contain the "invincible" power of his "little brother."
My tool is unrivaled under heaven. How could I waste it on just one patch of land? Everyone must know its prowess!
As for the girls he'd slept with before, he dismissed them as trash. They couldn't compare to a single hair on Natsuha's head. He wouldn't waste his "invincible brother" on those common sluts anymore.
Should I do her right here in the restroom? It's a bit dirty... well, let's call it 'unlocking a new location.'
"Pardon me. I didn't mean to walk in on your little tryst. But really, in broad daylight... right outside the toilets... isn't that a bit tacky?"
Just as Masaru's outstretched hands were about to grasp those soft, white mounds, a voice rang out near his ear. He froze. A moment later, he would deeply regret stopping instead of just taking what he wanted.
Natsuha, who had been shaken by Masaru's verbal assault on her character, snapped out of her trance. She turned instinctively toward the voice.
A handsome youth stood there with his hands in his pockets, watching her with a playful smile.
Recognizing him, Natsuha's eyes drifted downward, spotting the familiar, prominent curve in his pants. Her face lit up with hope. He was her savior.
"Fei-yu-kun! This bastard Ouga is trying to sexually assault me!"
Natsuha suddenly shoved Masaru with all her might and ran toward Ho Fei-yu, reaching him in an instant.
Masaru, whose eyes were still fixed on Ho Fei-yu, was caught off guard. He was knocked backward, landing hard on his ass. He had achieved the pathetic milestone of being knocked down by a girl twice in one day.
"This..."
Ho Fei-yu knew exactly what Masaru was up to, but he was baffled by Natsuha's earlier passivity. He watched Masaru groaning on the floor, rubbing his butt.
Based on Masaru's expression, Natsuha had used a lot of strength. If she had used that power to resist from the start, he wouldn't even have needed to show up.
Well, I guess that's the 'hentai world' for you, Ho Fei-yu thought. No matter how powerful a woman is, she's designed to serve the plot for men. I need to get used to these brain-dead character moves and stop letting them surprise me.
"Ho! Fei! Yu! Where the hell did you come from? Baka-yaro!" Masaru snarled, slowly standing up while clutching his throbbing backside.
"What? Does your family own the school? Or did you lease this restroom? Why are you hanging around the girls' toilet anyway, Ouga? Unless... you're a total pervert?"
Ho Fei-yu grinned. He loved seeing a "cuckold-maker" get frustrated. It made his day.
In truth, he had been standing there for a while, staying silent. He wanted to wait until the NTR-bastard was at his peak of excitement, right before he succeeded, to step in and ruin it. The timing was perfect.
It's like spending two hours searching for a porn video you deleted in a fit of post-nut guilt, finally finding it, getting into the rhythm, and just as you're about to explode—your parents knock on the door. That was the level of frustration he wanted Masaru to feel.
"Fei-yu-kun! He is a pervert! He ambushed me outside the ladies' room, tried to scam me out of money, and then tried to put his hands on me!"
Natsuha seemed to have regained her senses, listing Masaru's crimes with surprising clarity. Ho Fei-yu glanced at the angry, tall, purple-haired girl. She was just paralyzed with fear; now she's a lawyer? Strange.
"You! Fine! The school isn't mine, and I can't stop you from walking around. But Natsuha Shizunomiya has nothing to do with you! Mind your own business!" Masaru barked, unable to refute the logic but trying to push back.
"Ho Fei-yu is my boyfriend, so it has everything to do with him! Now get lost, Ouga!"
Before Ho Fei-yu could say a word, Natsuha made her move.
Both Masaru and Ho Fei-yu froze, their jaws dropping.
"Heh! Shizunomiya, you don't even believe that yourself," Masaru sneered after a moment of shock. "You think I haven't checked you out? You have a childhood friend, but no boyfriend. And you haven't spoken to Ho Fei-yu once this week. Suddenly you're dating?"
Masaru pointed at Ho Fei-yu. "Besides, he has a girlfriend already—that girl who sits in front of him follows him like a puppy. You're his girlfriend? Give me a break."
Natsuha panicked for a split second. Determined to shake Masaru off, she reached out and grabbed Ho Fei-yu's hand. She tried to pull him toward her, but he was like an immovable mountain.
"Look! Here's the proof!"
Biting her lip, she moved her body instead, leaning into Ho Fei-yu's chest. She took his arm and pressed it firmly between her large, soft breasts. Ignoring her own blushing face, she glared triumphantly at Masaru.