I Reincarnated as a Mob Character in a Romcom Manga—After I Kept Comforting the Third “Fanservice” Heroine When She Got Dumped and Cried, I Feel Like She’s Started Directing Some Seriously Heavy Feelings at Me - Chapter 27 & 28

Chapter 27: The Fanservice Heroine Gets Hit On

“I’ll have to decline. I already have plans to eat lunch with someone else.”

Just as I finally finished digging up my memories of the man named Goro Jogashima, Chloe spat those words out with unbelievable coldness.

“Huh…?”

Jogashima froze, wearing the kind of dumbfounded expression you’d expect from a classic romcom jobber mob—like reality itself had just betrayed him in the worst possible way.

At the same time, Nayuta Yaohara, Miyuki Hitotsuba, and my little sister Eru all turned to look at me.

Confused, but pretty sure of the answer, I gave a small nod back.

…Yeah. Me.

Staring him down with her blue eyes, Chloe continued without holding back.

“Also, who do you even think you are, suddenly showing up like this? Shouting about how I’m ‘free’ first thing in the morning—don’t you think that’s rude? Jogashima or Onigashima or whatever your name is, I don’t care, but I don’t want to even talk to a guy as inconsiderate as you. Don’t ever speak to me again.”

She wasn’t quite on Hitotsuba’s level, but Chloe was definitely the type to say exactly what she thought.

The words were sharp—very sharp.

Thrown completely off his rhythm, Jogashima stiffened for a moment.

But the next instant, as if remembering his role as a “popular guy,” he shrugged and let out a forced laugh.

“Haha… Oh my, that’s pretty harsh… Seems like there are a lot of pretty but sharp-tongued girls among my underclassmen. My apologies—guess the way I approached you earlier was rude. How about you let me apologize properly?”

“No, thanks. An apology doesn’t erase what you already said. If you really want to apologize, then don’t talk to me anymore.”

“T-That’s a bit much, isn’t it? That puts me in a tough spot. I see—if you already have lunch plans today, then I’ll invite you another day instead. In that case, maybe we could exchange contacts—”

“Cut the crap. Why would I ever give my contacts to a guy who looks lightheaded and so lighthearted?”

Chloe snapped back, her irritation obvious in both her expression and tone.

Jogashima flinched slightly at that, clearly thrown off, but Chloe didn’t let up. She stared him straight in the eye and continued in a low, sharp voice.

“I don’t know you, and I’m not interested in you. You probably just heard I’m single and figured you’d try hitting on me, right? Like you’re adding me to some list of girls you keep around. If you’re looking for women with no pride to fill out your little harem, you should already have more than enough, shouldn’t you?”

With that, she shot a sharp glare at several girls in the crowd who had been squealing and making a fuss.

The girls flinched, their shoulders jumping, and under the combined pressure of her piercing stare and razor-sharp words, they all lowered their heads.

Once she confirmed that the crowd surrounding her and Jogashima had fallen completely silent, Chloe lifted her chin.

Pointing at herself with her left hand, she declared—with a smug, that’s-as-far-as-this-goes look on her face—

“Sorry, but I’m the best woman in the world. A low-level sleazy playboy like you doesn’t even come close. The man I like—no, the man I should like—is the best man in the world.”

Hearing that, yesterday’s “I like you” flashed through my mind, and I suddenly felt ridiculously embarrassed, dropping my gaze.

At the same time, Nayuta Yaohara, standing beside me, scratched the back of his head awkwardly, looking uneasy.

“T-That might be a bit much…”

The very next instant—

I felt a low kick slam into my leg from my little sister Eru, while Yaohara got hit with one from Hitotsuba at the exact same time.

Then Chloe added one last line, cool and cutting.

“Now that you get it, maybe stop swapping girls around like you don’t even have the bare minimum of pride. It really lowers your value as a man. See you around, Mr. Doesn’t-Know-His-Place.”

Mocking the stunned Goro Jogashima with her tone alone, Chloe turned on her heel and started to walk past him.

But at that exact moment—as if some leftover pride suddenly sparked back to life—Jogashima’s expression snapped into focus, and he grabbed Chloe’s right wrist.

“H-Hey—wait a second—!”

His move went a little beyond what you’d call casual flirting, and without thinking, I started to step forward—but then I heard an “Oh dear…” from beside me and glanced at Yaohara and Hitotsuba.

Neither of them looked worried.

If anything, they looked… kind of sorry.

And not for Chloe.

For Jogashima.

The instant I realized why, she moved.

She twisted the wrist he’d grabbed in one smooth, lightning-fast motion—and in the same motion, grabbed his wrist instead.

Then she stepped in hard, closing the distance in one big stride—

And with a sudden thud, Jogashima crumpled down onto both knees.

“Wha—!? Ah—!? O-Ow—owowowowowowow!!”

The sound of his pained yelp echoed, while Chloe stood there calmly—like this outcome had been inevitable from the start.

Chapter 28: The Fanservice Heroine Fights Back

Pinning his thumb firmly against the back of his hand, Chloe Mitsushima twisted Goro Jogashima’s right arm with everything she had.

She stepped in, broke his balance, turned the arm he’d grabbed her with completely against him, and locked it in place—

Chloe Mitsushima’s finishing move: Aikido.

“Oh my, how pathetic. How does it feel to be forced to crawl by a junior you thought you could easily sweet-talk?”

“Gyaaaah—!! W-Wait, wait, time out—time out!! M-My arm’s gonna break!!”

“Listen carefully, flashy-senpai. There are plenty of women in this world who won’t do what you want. And some of them—like me—can take an arm just for being hit on like that. You’d do well to remember that from now on.”

With that, Chloe finally released the hold.

Jogashima clutched his abused right wrist with his left hand, groaning as he pressed his forehead to the ground, gasping for air with his whole body.

Judging by how badly he’d been taken down, the fact that his bones were still intact was already a miracle.

The onlookers swallowed hard, staring at him in stunned silence.

W-Whoa… She was cool.

Watching Chloe so cleanly overcome strength with technique, I could feel my heart trembling all on its own.

Yes—this heroine called Chloe Mitsushima was no ordinary girl.

She was a full-on martial artist, the most combat-capable heroine in the entire story.

Because of her striking looks, she’d been targeted by all kinds of creeps ever since she was little.

Worried about her, her mother—who was from Northern Europe—made sure Chloe learned, thoroughly, how to protect herself.

Thanks to that intense training, she ended up mastering a wide range of fighting styles: jujutsu, karate, aikido, military combat techniques like CQB and Krav Maga, and even things ranging from capoeira to Muay Thai.

Her skill showed up more than once in the story, where she’d effortlessly take down pickup artists and thugs who tried to get handsy with her perfectly toned body.

Anyway, with that, the story’s number-one jobber—the named mob character—had been properly dealt with.

As I felt a small sense of relief settle in, Chloe suddenly lifted her head and spotted me in the crowd.

“Ah—Jeromiya, morning!”

In that instant, the cold killing intent that had filled her face vanished completely.

Her expression lit up, and she wove her way through the crowd straight toward me.

The moment she reached me, she took my hand with both of hers, smiling like nothing else in the world mattered.

“How was that? You saw it, right!? I was amazing, wasn’t I!”

“Y-Yeah, I did. You were amazing, really. Come to think of it, you are a martial arts nut, huh.”

“Yep! My mom made me learn! So you’d better be careful too, Jeromiya! If you ever betray me and go running off with another girl, I might just break two or three of your bones!”

“H-Hey, don’t say stuff like that…!”

When I grimaced, Chloe finally seemed to notice something.

“Huh?”

She turned and looked at Nayuta Yaohara, who was standing right next to me.

“Oh, Yaohara’s here too? Since when?”

The moment she said that, for just a split second—just a split second—it looked like Yaohara’s eyes went wide in shock.

For an instant, his expression stiffened like he couldn’t believe what he’d heard—but then, a second later, his cheeks twitched once or twice, and he forced a wry smile.

“Ah… yeah. I’ve been here from the start. Right next to Jeromiya. You didn’t notice?”

“Oh—sorry, sorry! It’s not like I was ignoring you or anything, okay? Jeromiya’s face just caught my eye first.”

“Y-Yeah… it’s fine. Really. Come on, Hitotsuba, let’s go.”

“Eh…? W-Wait, Yaohara-kun…?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine. We shouldn’t get in the way of Jeromiya and Mitsushima, right? The third wheels should make a clean exit.”

Mumbling hurriedly, Yaohara turned on his heel and headed straight for the school entrance.

A moment later, Hitotsuba hesitated—then quickly followed after him.

That strangely awkward exchange clearly caught Chloe’s attention too.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and watched their backs as they walked away.

“Huh? What’s with Yaohara today? He’s acting kinda distant.”

Hearing that, I felt a small knot of worry form as I watched Nayuta Yaohara leave.

…No way.

Did he seriously get shocked just because Chloe didn’t notice him for a second?

I wanted to say no way—but just like she said, this didn’t feel like the usual post-breakup awkwardness.

There was something else about his attitude. Something clearly off.

“Can’t be…”

As I muttered that while staring at Yaohara’s slightly slumped back—

“What exactly ‘can’t be,’ Onii-sama?”

Eru’s voice suddenly came from behind me, and I turned around.

At the same time, Chloe let out a startled sound.

“W-Wait—Jeromiya’s little sister…!? You were here!?”

“Oh, Chloe-san. Sorry about that—my brother seems to have kept you company quite late last night. So then… how was it? How did you find taking my brother’s virginity?”

With a soft snicker at Eru’s words, Chloe’s expression stiffened for just a moment, a sharp twitch crossing her face.

But then, as if deciding she wouldn’t lose this exchange, she lifted her chin again, wearing that unmistakable I’ve-got-this look, and faced Eru head-on.

“Oh, right—thank you for yesterday. Eru-chan, your big brother had a pretty impressive cock, you know? He kept me entertained for quite a while.”

“W-What—!?”

At that bombshell, Eru’s eyes flew open in shock—and I let out a small yelp without thinking.

“W-Wait, C-Chloe-san… d-did you really take Onii-sama’s v-virginity—!?”

“Well, who knows? But at the very least, I did get a firm grip on his dick. I grabbed it, stroked it, rubbed it nice and slow. Isn’t that right, Jeromiya?”

“C-C-C-Chloe! H-Hey, why would you say that to my sister—!?”

“H-HYAAAA—!! Disgusting! Onii-sama is DISGUSTING!! I can’t believe someone like you actually got eaten by a woman like some disgusting lump of fat!!”

“E-Eru! Your voice is way too loud—!”

“No! No!! Be quiet!! I knew it—Onii-sama’s voice reeks of breast milk!! You’re the worst, lowest-of-the-low manwhore! You should just get absorbed into those boobs like Majin Buu!! Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”

The fresh, peaceful morning commute was thoroughly shaken by my little sister’s echoing cries.