A Twisted Introvert loner Like Me, Mentally Wrecked One-Sidedly due to Love, Throws Away the Love Letter Sent by the foremost School's Beauty, Leading to an Unwanted Romantic Comedy - v2 Chapter 35: Cleaning up on the acts ridden by the main culprit 3 (Katase perspective)

Chapter 35: Cleaning up on the acts ridden by the main culprit 3 (Katase perspective)

“Wh—aa—?”

The fact that Tachibana was showing a stunned expression to me showed shows that she was still lookinh down on me.

And, I kind of wanted to see her foolish face a bit longer, but well, an idiot is quite sensitive to hostility. Tachibana’s expression twisted as she roughly grabbed my hair, seething.

“Just because I’m in a good mood and treating you kindly, and now you call me a trash? You’ve gotten pretty high and mighty after being a shut-in—aaaah? I can educate you so that you never even think on defying me again in future, you want that? Aaah? Kataaaseeee!”

It hurts, really hurts, it hurts. She yanks my hair in all directions, and it’s making my scalp scream.

But this is fine. Because this pain will justify what I’m about to do to her.

My face contorts in pain. I don’t even need a mirror to know. A face that I can never show anyone, that type of ugly face like Tachibana, I was showing it back to her right now.

Still, I kept the smile on my lips without getting distorted.

“…Why the heck are you smiling?”

People for whom don’t need a manual to control are easiest to handle. It’s easy to bait a fool who never learns.

“Nothing actually. I was just thinking how pathetic it is for a coward to be mouthing off, just that.”

“You little—don’t you dare mock me, Kataseeeee!”

Reaching her boiling point, Tachibana raised her free arm, making it into a fist. Because of her focus on hitting me, she loosens her grip on my hair.

I won’t waste this chance. Before her fist can reach my face, I drive my knee into Tachibana’s solar plexus.

“Ugh—”

Staggering on her legs, Tachibana clutches her stomach with both hands as her face twisted in pain.

Freed from her grasp, I crouch, ignoring the fact that my dress was getting dirty, I scoop a handful of loose soil in my palms.

I then hurl the same dirt at her face like a pile thrower, aiming to rob her vision temporarily.

“—-Aaaaahhhhhh!?”

A deafening scream, Tachibana flailing from one leg to another as she covers her eyes with her hands.

Now, laying Tachibana on the ground as she dances unsightly is just as easy as crushing an ant with my foot.

I then trip the defenceless Tachibana, sending her sprawling to the ground, and straddle on top of her. I then forcefully pull her hands from her face and pin her arms down by having my knees locking down her elbows.

“Don’t you screw with me—You little—.”

Now that the sandbag named Tachibana was ready, I start punching her face, alternating between my right and left fists.

“Oww—you—stop it—shit—”

It seems like the dirty-ass woman is saying something. But why do I even care. I just keep hitting her.

I wonder how long her pitiful pride will hold out… This should be interesting.

If she keeps her pride up and full until she dies, I’ll acknowledge her as a true delinquent. As punishment for doubting her, I’ll accept her sins sincerely.

But that’s not it, right? You’re not really strong, are you? You’re just pretending to protect your weak self, aren’t you?

Then here~ come on, just break already. Then this pain will also stop. Cause, if you don’t, then even I can’t move on to the “finish”—so,

“Ka-ta-se—I’ll—get you—back—for this—”

Hurry~ Hurry up and break~.