Kokoro felt the warmth on her head and smiled sweetly, grabbing Hana's hands. They looked like intimate sisters. Hana leaned in and whispered something in Kokoro's ear, making the girl's face turn bright red.
Their intimate moment was shattered by a greasy, angry voice.
"Aono-san, what are you doing here?"
They turned to see a boy with yellow hair and earrings—a classic delinquent look. He had a smug, "cool" smirk that only made his ugly face look more disgusting.
"Masaru Onoshika?" Kokoro remembered him as the joke who got punished on the first day. "Why are you talking to me?"
Hana watched him silently. This guy gave her a physical feeling of disgust.
"Hehe, I'm flattered you remember me," Masaru grinned, showing yellow teeth. "You must be waiting for someone. It's cold out. Why don't you come to the milk tea shop with me? My treat!"
"No, thank you. I'll wait here," Kokoro declined politely.
"Oh, come on! We're classmates. Are you afraid of me?" He reached out to grab Kokoro's arm.
Kokoro flinched away. Hana immediately stepped in front of her. "His name is Masaru, right? She said no. Stop pestering her!"
"Oh, I forgot about you... the one with the huge... beautiful chest. What's your name?" Masaru dropped the act, his eyes roaming over Hana's body. If I can't have Natsuha, I'll take one of these two. I'll break them, make them mine, and then leave them with Ho Fei-yu. He can raise my kids without knowing. That's the ultimate revenge!
Hana didn't answer. Her purple eyes turned cold as she stared at him.
"Fine! You'll be begging to tell me your name soon enough!" Masaru lunged at them like a rabid dog. Kokoro trembled behind Hana, terrified.
"Leave her alone! I'm not afraid of you!" Kokoro suddenly jumped in front of Hana, shouting bravely.
"Heh! No one is getting away!" Masaru laughed.
THUD.
Masaru slammed into something invisible. "OW! FUCK! THAT HURTS!" He rolled on the ground, clutching his previous injuries.
Kokoro was stunned. I didn't do anything! Is he faking it? But the pain on his face looked real. She looked at Hana and saw her calm, composed expression.
Hana realized Fei-yu's "protection" (his Stand) was still with her. She felt a surge of joy—even when he wasn't there, he was protecting her. Remembering Fei-yu's advice on how to handle men who want to hurt her, she walked up to the writhing Masaru.
She raised her foot and stomped directly onto his crotch with all her weight.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
The agony was so intense Masaru wished for death. His brain flooded with adrenaline, keeping him conscious just so he could feel every second of the torture. Finally, his body gave up and he blacked out.
"It's okay, Kokoro-chan. It's over," Hana said, stroking Kokoro's hair.
Kokoro swallowed hard. Is this the same gentle Hana-nee? She's... incredible!
"Hana-nee, how did you do that?!"
"It's a secret for now," Hana smiled mysteriously. "You'll find out soon enough. Just keep working hard~"