The weather wasn't hot.
Yūma's profuse sweating had nothing to do with the temperature, even though the sun overhead was blazing.
"Spring? No… it should be December now, but this temperature…"
Yūma muttered to himself.
And the sun—how could there be a sun? He had clearly gone downstairs at eleven at night to buy snacks.
He walked down a clean street, then arrived at another… equally clean street.
Although the scenery had changed slightly, it was still bathed in gentle sunlight, completely incongruous with the time.
"Where… am I? A dream? Wait…"
Yūma's thoughts raced.
Right, why not find someone to ask? He quickened his pace, planning to step out of the street and question a passerby. Night suddenly turning into day could mean his biological clock was off—or… a premonition of the world ending.
He reached the corner.
The street ahead looked much like the previous two—quiet residential houses, a gentle breeze, comfortable temperatures, perfectly clean streets with not a scrap of trash under the telephone poles.
But here, finally, he saw people.
Not just one, but two groups.
One group was a boy and a girl.
The other had seven or eight people, led by a man in a Hawaiian shirt. His tanned skin and unbuttoned sleeves revealed a muscular chest. A thick gold chain hung around his neck, and his earlobes sparkled with earrings. His hair was blond.
Behind him, companions of the same age carried knives or objects resembling golf clubs—their "weapons."
On the boy and girl's side, the boy was thin and small, hiding behind the tall girl.
The girl wore a JK uniform, her black hair in a high ponytail, her neck fair and slender as a swan's. Her lips were pressed tight, eyes wide with vigilance, but she was undeniably beautiful.
The two groups faced each other, sparks practically flying from their eyes. This was not a situation Yūma could casually walk into.
Eh? Will they fight? Yūma froze.
The blond man spoke first:
"Yotsumoto Ryouka, captain of Shirakawa High School Karate Club! You made me lose face in front of the whole country! I'll make you pay double!"
Ryouka pursed her lips, scoffing.
"Revenge for the last national competition? How pathetic… to be such a sore loser."
"Brat!" The blond man's face twisted. "I'll show you!"
His companions surged forward, weapons raised.
Ryouka moved like lightning.
A golf club swung toward her head—she dodged sideways, skirt flaring.
Knee strike!
Her knee slammed into the wielder's stomach. He doubled over, groaning as if he'd swallowed bitter water.
Yūma saw another delinquent attempt to sneak behind Ryouka for a grapple.
But Ryouka was ready, delivering an upward punch that smashed into the man's nose. Blood sprayed instantly.
So impressive.
Yūma had never really seen a fight up close, and he couldn't help marveling at her skill. She was an expert.
Even so, despite fending off two or three attackers, she couldn't reach the boy.
One punch from the blond man hit the boy's cheek, sending him staggering.
"Ayumu!" Ryouka cried, distracted. Dodging another attack, she leapt several steps to reach him. "Are you okay?!"
Ayumu gritted his teeth, saliva dripping from his mouth, clearly in pain.
"I… I'm fine…" he tried to say.
The blond man chuckled. "I heard Yotsumoto Ryouka has a childhood friend, but I didn't expect him to be this weak."
"Don't touch Ayumu!" Ryouka shouted, shielding him.
The blond man and his group closed in, forming a semicircle. The odds were clearly against them.
"Yotsumoto Ryouka… you'll pay!" The blond man grinned, fingers wriggling lewdly.
"Enough!"
From the other end of the street, a muscular man appeared.
He moved faster than the eye could follow. In an instant, he was behind the blond man, grabbing him by the collar and tossing him aside like a ragdoll.
The delinquents lunged at him, but he shook them off effortlessly, each punch landing with precision. One by one, the attackers fell, groaning or unconscious.
When the dust settled, the street was silent. Yūma, Ryouka, and Ayumu turned their heads.
The man with glasses approached Ryouka, smiling gently. "Are you alright? Can you stand?"
Ryouka blinked, nodding. "I'm fine… but Ayumu…"
"I… I'm okay…" Ayumu tried to stand, though pain etched his face.
"My name is Aihara Yamato, a nearby university student," he said, adjusting his glasses. "With me here, nothing bad will happen again."
Nothing bad indeed… Yūma clung to the wall, heart racing. He remembered suddenly.
These were the characters from Tooi Kimi ni Boku wa Todokanai!
This… this was a manga world!
And… it was a hentai. A classic NTR hentai.