For Some Reason, I’m Almost Locked up by the Most Beautiful Girl in School Who Can Hear My Inner Thoughts

Chapter 3

Well, what should I do?

I looked around and saw a few high school students, a salaryman, and a woman who looked like a housewife watching the situation.

This town wasn’t exactly bustling, so it wasn’t crowded, but there were still enough people who could stop those guys if they wanted to.

I knew it was definitely better to pretend I didn’t see anything, like the others, but my eyes met hers completely.

Abandoning her here and going home quickly wouldn’t be a good choice for my school life in the future, and more importantly, it would leave me feeling bad.

…But man, it’s still a hassle, isn’t it?

Wouldn’t someone help her?

I looked around again and spotted Yoshida from the soccer team, who always rushed to her seat first.

Why isn’t that guy moving? It’s a perfect chance to earn her favor, so go already.

“I’d definitely save Noa-san if anything happened to her. I’d beat up any guy trying to hit on her,” he’d said.

He spouted such nice words, but when it comes down to it, guys like him are typically useless.

I also saw a few other male students who’d flirted with her, but none of them tried to help.

“Hey, come on, just one hit, just one,” one guy said.

“Cut it out already. Be honest,” another added.

While this was happening, one of the guys, maybe losing patience, grabbed her hand and started pulling her toward a less crowded street.

…Perfect timing.

There’d be fewer people watching there.

As she was dragged to the quieter street, I followed casually, acting like it was no big deal.

Hey, Yoshida, standing there like an idiot.

Next time, you save her. And try to be a better person.

With those thoughts, I walked into a narrower alley where the guys stopped, so I decided to call out to them.

“Hey, what are you guys doing?”

When I said that, they looked surprised, then grinned.

“What are we doing? It’s obvious, isn’t it?”

One of them put his hand on her face.

“We’re gonna ruin this girl. Make her addicted to pleasure.”

His buddies laughed and looked at me, saying, “You look decent, so we’ll make you feel good later, flat-chested shorty.”

…Oh, they’re gonna say that? Those filthy jerks.

There’s a line between what you can and can’t say, you idiots.

The annoyance I felt earlier faded, replaced by anger.

Sure, they say not to use techniques on regular people, but this can’t be helped.

As one guy approached and tried to put his arm around my shoulder, he was on the ground in an instant.

What did I do? I just locked his shoulder and pinned him down.

I’m pissed, so maybe I’ll dislocate his shoulder.

As I thought that, his buddies, seeing their friend down, came at me to punch me. I swept their legs, sent another one to the ground, and gave him a kick to the stomach to keep him down.

Just to be safe, okay? It’s not personal. Definitely not because they called me a flat-chested shorty.

Now, one left.

Seeing his two friends taken down in a flash, the guy trying to mess with Noa-san had a stunned look.

“Hey, dumbface. What’s it gonna be? Wanna fight?”

When I called out, he clicked his tongue, said “Tch!!” and ran off, leaving his two friends behind.

“Now, for you guys.”

I spoke to the guys lying on the ground.

“Sorry, sorry,” they said.

“Good job apologizing. Don’t do this again. If you do, I’ll really dislocate your joints or tear your ligaments.”

“Y-Yes.”

“Get lost.”

The guys, as told, struggled to their feet and hobbled away, supporting each other.