When Saeko opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Ryuji's handsome face and gentle smile.
She recalled the duel they had just fought. In duels with her peers, she had never displayed her true strength, but this time she had fought to her heart's content.
Looking at him with a somewhat dazed expression, Saeko unconsciously extended her delicate hand and gently caressed his face.
"Kōhai-kun, from now on I am your possession, so shouldn't you tell me your name?"
Saeko's words left Ryuji confused.
Had he not given his name? Well, it seemed he really hadn't.
"Cough…" With a light cough to cover his embarrassment, Ryuji introduced himself: "Busujima-senpai, my name is Ryuji Ken. I'm a student who just transferred today to Fujimi Academy's second year."
"Hehe… From now on I'm Ryuji-kun's possession, so just call me Saeko." Hearing him still addressing her as senpai, Saeko couldn't help but laugh softly.
She rose from his embrace and immediately noticed her school uniform soaked with sweat.
"I… I'll… go change my clothes…" Saeko's cheeks instantly flushed red as she hurried toward the Kendō Club's women's changing room.
Ryuji watched her departing figure, dazed.
"She really is even more beautiful than in the anime."
Her shy appearance had truly amazed him. The girl who had just been dueling him in Kendō with such graceful movements was now blushing like a delicate maiden, which made his heart flutter.
Three minutes later, Saeko emerged wearing a fresh school uniform.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Ryuji-kun." With her cheeks still slightly flushed, Saeko came before him and apologized.
"There's no need to apologize. Although you're now my possession, Saeko-senpai, as long as you don't cross my bottom line, my tolerance is quite high. You don't need to apologize for something so small."
Ryuji's words made Saeko pause, then she broke into a smile.
From his intense possessive gaze earlier, she could understand his personality. A domineering masculinity, but one that would still respect a woman's wishes as long as his bottom line wasn't crossed.
However, what Saeko didn't know was that Ryuji's tolerance would only be reserved for his own women. As for hostile women he found attractive, he would only train them into sex slaves.
As for the life and death of other enemies, that would depend on his mood.
After obtaining Saeko's phone number and home address, Ryuji bid farewell and left the Kendō Club.
Ring Ring Ring!!!
Just as he stepped out of the Kendō Club, Ryuji heard the bell for the end of class.
Walking toward the school building, the hallways were filled with young boys and girls brimming with vitality and youthful energy, which reminded Ryuji of his own high school life in the real world.
With a light laugh, he shook off the memories and wandered casually through the school building. When he reached the corridor leading to the second-year floor, he discovered something that piqued his interest.
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"Oh my, if it isn't Miyamoto-san?"
A voice that immediately made one feel uncomfortable echoed from the corridor between the third and second floors.
A man and woman stood in the corridor. The older one was a male wearing a suit with fine white pinstripes — clearly a teacher. The other wore Fujimi Academy's girls' uniform, with long chestnut-colored hair and an ahoge on her head resembling ant antennae. Although she wasn't as tall as Saeko, her figure was no less voluptuous.
The girl was glaring at the male teacher, her chestnut eyes filled with anger, unwillingness, grievance, and fear, with a hint of guilt buried deep within.
After glaring for a moment, she tried to walk around him to leave, but he blocked her way.
"How rude. Don't you know to greet your teacher when you see him?" The male teacher first feigned anger, then his face twisted into a sinister smile, "No wonder you were held back a grade. You're just like your father when he knelt before me — no manners at all. Hehehe."
The girl looked at him with fury, "My being held back was clearly your doing! You despicable, hypocritical scoundrel!"
The teacher's face instantly filled with rage, and he reached out to slap her across the face.
The girl's body trembled slightly in fear as she closed her eyes.
However, the expected pain didn't come. Opening her eyes timidly, she saw the palm mere inches from her face, now held at the wrist by another large hand.
"Who are you? Do you also lack manners and wish to interfere with a teacher instructing a student?" Kōichi Shidō looked angrily at the young man gripping his wrist.
"Ha, you call this instruction? From what I just heard, I don't think you're qualified to instruct students."
Ryuji's words sent Kōichi's anger soaring, and he was about to shout a rebuke.
"Hiss!"
Ryuji applied a bit of pressure to the wrist, causing Kōichi to cry out in pain. He felt like his wrist was about to break. His anger was immediately suppressed by the pain, and he hastily tried to pull his hand back.
Ryuji didn't want to keep holding a man's wrist, so he let go.
Kōichi breathed a sigh of relief and was about to rebuke this boy for his disrespect toward teachers, but noticing more and more students gathering, he left with a parting threat of "I'll remember you" before hurrying away.
Ryuji watched his departing back, pulled a tissue from his uniform pocket to wipe the hand that had just touched him, then crumpled the tissue into a ball and flicked it with one finger at Kōichi.
"Ah!"
Kōichi dropped to one knee with a cry of pain.
Looking at the crumpled tissue beside him, his rage surged again. He turned to glare at Ryuji, but when he saw those blue eyes regarding him as if he were already dead, fear overtook him. He scrambled to his feet and fled from the second-year hallway.
The girl stood there in a daze. She hadn't expected anyone would help her without fearing a teacher's authority. She watched Kōichi's pathetic retreat with a mocking expression, then looked at the boy who had helped her with concern.
Once she saw him properly, she couldn't look away. Yet thinking of that teacher's connections, she began to worry again.
"Thank you for your help, but will you be alright? He's still a teacher, and he has people backing him." The girl approached Ryuji, and as she drew closer, she became even more certain that the boy before her was the most handsome she had ever seen.
"Don't worry, he doesn't have many days left to cause trouble." Ryuji's tone was relaxed, completely dismissive.
Tomorrow would be the end of the world — no matter how powerful his backing, it would be useless.
Hearing Ryuji's nonchalant tone, looking at his handsome profile and tall figure, remembering how he had blocked Kōichi's strike for her, the girl immediately felt completely secure. Her affection rose rapidly.
Just then, two sets of hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway, and two male students appeared before the girl.
"Miyamoto-san, I heard you were stopped by Shidō-sensei. Are you alright?"
The dark gray short-haired boy spoke first, his tone full of concern.
Meanwhile, the black-haired boy beside him looked as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, though he still gazed at the girl with worried eyes.
With a brief glance, Ryuji already knew who these two were.
Takashi Komuro and Hisashi Igō — one was a hothead who was usually unremarkable but relied on passion at critical moments; the other was a man who appeared gentle on the surface but would pursue the girl his best friend liked, even knowing his friend's feelings.
Someone who could confess to his best friend's crush — how could he possibly be truly kind?
When it came to romance, it was first come, first served. Ryuji didn't feel much animosity about that. But since they were both male, he wouldn't get close to them, and certainly wouldn't become some protagonist's lackey like in certain novels.
If possible, he would even toy with the fate of anime protagonists, letting them experience living hell. Why? Because those male protagonists' occasional ridiculous actions were truly disgusting.
"Igō-san, Komuro-san, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern." Rei thanked them politely, then looked at Ryuji with gentle eyes and said softly, "Thanks to…"
Not yet knowing his name, she stopped awkwardly mid-sentence.
Seeing her embarrassment, Ryuji wouldn't ignore it. He immediately introduced himself, "My name is Ryuji Ken. I'm an exchange student, currently in Class A of the second year."
{T/N: In case this doesn't come up in the future, he is from America (continent). Not necessarily the United States, since I don't want to put focus on nationality.}
"Eh?! Ryuji-kun is also in second year?" Rei's eyes widened in surprise as she covered her mouth with both hands, "You were so brave just now, I thought you were a third-year senpai…"
Learning that Ryuji was in the same year, the previously reserved girl relaxed. Her bright eyes narrowed into crescents.
Watching the two chat as if no one else existed, Hisashi and Takashi immediately felt threatened.
Hisashi knew that interrupting now would only lower his standing in Rei's heart. He planned to ask her out alone later to confess. Although Ryuji was an unpredictable variable, Hisashi felt confident. After more than a week of showing care and concern, she surely wouldn't be stolen away by someone she'd just met.
As for Takashi, Hisashi didn't believe he had the courage to confess to Rei. He'd never considered him a rival, and instead got along with him better and better.
Just then, another set of hurried footsteps echoed from behind them. A pink-haired girl with twin tails and frameless glasses came rushing over.
The pink-haired girl rushed to Rei. Though petite, her chest was magnificently impressive. As she ran, the bouncing was no less than Saeko's when she swung her sword.
She grabbed Rei's hands, "I heard that bastard Shidō stopped you. Are you okay? You weren't bullied, were you?"
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Saya." Rei smiled, feeling happy at her dear friend's worry.
Hearing she was fine, Saya Takagi breathed a sigh of relief. Then, with a slightly flushed, tsundere expression, she said, "Who… who… who's concerned about you? Don't flatter yourself…"
After her tsundere remark, she saw Rei's suppressed smile and looked away. Her gaze fell on Ryuji, who was standing very close to her friend.
The moment Saya saw him, she thought he was incredibly handsome and very tall.
Honestly, she was a bit superficial about looks — though not to the point of liking every handsome guy she saw. Ryuji was the first boy she'd somewhat liked at first sight.
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