"That man had a very nasty expression on his face. He was asking for my contact details. When I refused, he kept harassing me. If I hadn't told him I knew him, he probably wouldn't have left."
"Rohan, are you suspecting me?"
Suha's chest heaved with anger, her already voluptuous figure shining in the sun, attracting even more attention. Even Rohan, despite his usual indifference, found the sight a bit overwhelming.
"Suha, calm down. I'm not suspecting you. I was just asking, that's all. There's no need to get upset. How about a drink of water and cool down a bit?"
Rohan handed her a bottle of water before turning towards the nearby public restroom.
Seeing him retreat, Suha finally calmed down. She clutched the bottle tightly and muttered angrily. "How dare Rohan question me like that? Does he really think everyone's taste in beauty is as poor as his? This is so annoying."
Still angry, Suha uncorked the bottle and muttered to herself.
"That man wouldn't know true beauty, even if it fell on his face."
Just then, a voice interrupted her thoughts—one that sounded all too familiar.
"You're absolutely right. That idiot Rohan really doesn't know how to appreciate beauty. If I did, I'd be enjoying myself beneath you right now."
The sarcasm in the voice stunned her. Turning around, she saw who she'd been afraid of: Oga, the same man who had harassed her a while ago. His greasy blonde hair, unkempt earrings, and criminal-like swagger made her feel sick to her stomach.
"What are you doing here? What do you want?"
Although she agreed with his previous complaint, she still hated him even more than she hated Rohan. At least Rohan was attractive, even if he was distant. Masa, on the other hand, was absolutely disgusting.
"Hey, hey, no need to be so defensive. I just want to be friends, that's all," Masa said, licking his lips. "Give me your number, and I'll leave you alone. Is that it?"
"Get lost," Suha snapped. "I can't give you my contact details. Do you even look at yourself in the mirror? I could never be interested in a disgusting freak like you."
Maa's face darkened at her words. This wasn't just an insult; it was a direct blow to her fragile ego.
"Hey! What did you just say, you little bitch?"
She clenched her fists, her voice filled with anger. "Deep down, I'm sure you're a dirty woman, aren't you? You pretend to be innocent, but you're worse than anyone."
"What are you saying?" Suha's reply lacked the strength she'd expected, her voice faltering. Something in Masa's words unnerved her.
"I've seen your childhood friend, Yama," Masa said, coming closer. "There's no man who can satisfy someone like you."
As Masa approached, Suha's body trembled. Despite her aiki training, she was unable to move. The closer he came, the weaker she felt. As if all her learned instincts were failing her.
She couldn't understand why this happened. Was it because he had struck a nerve?
Masa was now just a few meters away, his ugly face twisted into a wicked smile. Suha's mind raced, trying to come up with a way to respond. Her eyes fell on the water bottle Rohan had given her.
Gathering up some courage, she threw the plastic bottle at Masa with all her might.
"Fuck you!!"
The bottle hit the target, splashing water onto Masa's face. He was so startled that he stopped moving, but some water splashed onto Suha, wetting a part of her uniform.
Her shirt wasn't completely soaked, but the wet fabric clung to her skin, revealing her pink bra and nipples clearly visible through the uniform. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to cover herself.
Masa wiped the water from her face, her anger turning into a perverse smile as she watched him shiver. "What's the matter, Suha? Why don't you come home with me and change your wet shirt? You don't want anyone to see you like this, do you?"
Suha's heart raced. She hesitated for a moment. She didn't want to be seen like this... but then the image of Rohan flashed through her mind. "No! Absolutely not! Rohan already looks down on me, if I agree to this, how will I ever be able to face him again?"
"No, I can't agree! There's no way Masa would invite me home for something so good."
At that very moment, Suha's IQ suddenly improved by a few points.
Masa! You bastard, get away from me!"
Suha yelled, charging towards Masa.
Masa, who thought he had her trapped, was momentarily stunned by her reaction. He was confident he could take her home.
But Masa, being the ruthless idiot that he was, immediately retaliated. Being a stereotypical white criminal, giving up wasn't in his nature.
"Come on, keep yelling. The more you tell me to run, the more excited I'll get." You can't fight anymore."
Masa smiled shamelessly at Suha, thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere. As expected from a white woman, nothing she said bothered her; instead, it only fueled her excitement.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
A voice, which seemed normal to others, echoed in Masa's ears.
"Masa, back off!"
The impact of that voice felt like a powerful assault on his eardrums. It was as if someone had thrust a large axe into his ear canal and shaken it. The pain was unbearable.
The once ruthless Masa, who had ignored all of Suha's protests, stood frozen, like a stunned scarecrow.
Suha also heard the scream, but it didn't seem as loud. She instinctively turned toward the sound, and what she saw made her heart race. It seemed.
A man, quite handsome in his own right, slowly emerged from the public restroom.
Although there were no white horses or rainbow clouds behind him, the scene before her became impossibly romantic in Suha's mind.
This incredibly handsome man was now wearing a crown, riding a pure white unicorn, galloping to rescue an innocent princess in distress.
She had seen Rohan's face countless times before, so why did she find it so unique this time?
Her pupils slowly turned red, and strangely, a small heart appeared in the center of her already pink pupils.
Rohan didn't notice. (If he had noticed, he would have surely said irritably, "No, you're not an innocent princess, you're the unicorn that's ridden...")
Lost in her imagination, Suha was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't notice.
In reality, Rohan hadn't even looked at him after coming out of the restroom.
His attention was completely focused on Oga's blonde head and the ugly face beneath it.
[Ding! When Masaru Oga tried to attack the innocent Beroin, he was stunned and a little wet by the host's roar.]
[Host, congratulations on successfully protecting Pure Love. You've earned 20 Pure Love points.]
Seeing Oga standing there, still stunned and the skin around the thighs of his jeans slightly wet, Rohan was a little surprised.
Can yelling at blondes really cause a roar?
Rohan's intention was certainly to scare Masaru, but the result was much more dramatic than he expected.
As he roared, a message flashed through his mind.
[Ding! Bull-killer skill activated. Serious hit on blonde, causing damage Multiplier 500%.]
So, one scream was enough to turn Masa into a fool who even got a little wet.
As he walked towards Masa, Rohan glanced at the purple-haired girl leaning against a street lamp, her hands clasped across her chest.
Suha's reaction had surprised him earlier.
She had already seen Masa sneaking around before she went to the restroom.
Oga didn't dare to act openly while Rohan was present.
But you can't keep an eye on a thief for a thousand days, can you? Playing cat and mouse is exhausting.
So, Rohan pretended to go to the bathroom.
Sure enough, as soon as he was out of sight, the blonde criminal pounced.
Everything that happened after that happened under Rohan's careful observation.
Initially, he didn't have much hope for Suha. He assumed she would break down as soon as Masa arrived, ready to intervene at any moment.
But to his surprise, Suha persisted for a long time.
She even threw a water bottle at Masa's head.
With a normal attack, Rohan wouldn't have been shocked. But this was Suha, the real heroine of a cheesy romance anime. This was completely unexpected.
So, he watched. Masa couldn't even come within five meters of him.
As soon as he crossed that line, Hikari's roar stopped him immediately.
Walking between them, he hesitated for a moment before moving towards Suha first.
Based on his experience, the best way to arouse a blonde girl is to start with the heroine.
Besides, a more dramatic scene with the heroine was needed to get more reward points. "Are you okay?"
Standing next to the purple-haired girl, who was still leaning against the street lamp, Rohan asked in a worried tone, though his face remained expressionless as he extended his hand. "I'm okay...?"
"Don't worry, I-I didn't give in to her."
Suha stood up, taking Rohan's hand and smirking slightly.
Rohan's face turned strange as he heard her words.
He had just come to offer her help, and now she was shamelessly clinging to him.
She wasn't just holding his hand, she was practically throwing herself on him, wrapping herself around his arm.
This woman.
And now, his poor hand was trapped between those two mountains, enduring humiliation and pain.
He could only sigh. "Peaks like towers, waves like anger, it feels like crossing a treacherous bridge..."
"What are you blabbering about?" Suha asked curiously.
"Nothing, just reciting a poem," Hikari shook her head.
"Can you hold my arm so tightly? My head is about to explode."
"Oh! Sorry, Rohan..." Suha apologized, sticking her tongue out in a cute, anime-esque way.
But despite her apology, he made no attempt to let go of her hand.
There was nothing she could do about it.
Oga had scared her enough before.
And Rohan's appearance at just the right moment gave her a sense of security. She could only hold on a little tighter. Not exactly, because the rubbing against his arm brought her a strange sense of comfort...
Oga, who had been stunned, finally began to come to terms with Rohan and Suha's conversation.
The sight of Rohan's face filled her with a strange sense of dread, as if she were facing her enemy. Her eardrums were still ringing.
But seeing Suha tightly wrapped in Rohan's arms, almost draped over him, his eyes burned with anger. He looked like a bull with red paint.
Rohan had deliberately held Suha tight to his arm to provoke Masa.
Otherwise, he would have pushed her away long ago.
'Oh, this shameless... pressure.'
Sure, it was impressive, but compared to Mrs. Meera, it was nowhere near as good.
Don't ask how he knew—let's just say controlling himself wasn't the problem.