38: New Member

Men are trash!

That's what Meiko Shiraki had been taught after her most beloved Mari Kurihara saved her back in middle school. Because of her outrageously sexy and lascivious body, she had sensed other men's gazes on her ever since she was young.

As she grew up, she became used to treating men like the trash that they were, well except for her father.

Being in a very strict all girls high school did not help change her misandrist traits. Lately, whenever she felt down or stressed, she would ride the subway and lure perverts before beating the shit out of them. This time, however, a handsome man actually tried to help.

Even for someone like her who disliked men, the tall, fit, and handsome man with green eyes standing before her made her feel that even among men there could be some exceptions. He was so good looking and cool, especially when he ignored her after she thanked him!

'I wonder if I can get his number? I just want to get to know him better... This won't go against the school's rules!' Meiko thought as she followed him, trying to convince herself. As long as she kept this a secret from the school and Mari, she wouldn't get into trouble.

"You are planning to buy a motorcycle, Natsuo-san?" Meiko asked.

"Maybe." Natsuo wondered why this woman was talking to him, but he continued walking alongside her. He didn't want to stick around until someone called the cops or the staff because of the man who was still unconscious. It would be such a hassle to go to the station again and answer questions, even though he had nothing to do with what happened.

"I also want to buy one. I always get harassed when I take the subway." Meiko leaned closer, pressing her voluptuous breasts against him as she spoke. Despite her suggestive behavior, she maintained a serious expression and continued, "I don't know much about motorcycles. Can we exchange numbers and go together?"

She took out her phone and waved it in front of his face.

"...Sure." Natsuo's gaze, as though pulled by an invisible, hypnotizing force, remained glued to her breasts, and he nodded involuntarily. They were enormous, almost as large as those of a milf like Hilda. What was worse was that they were nearly exposed by how much of her shirt had been left unbuttoned.

The two exchanged numbers, which made Meiko smile. She then left, running away and causing her mini skirt to flip up, revealing her large ass and the purple thong underneath. Once Natsuo was out of her sight, Meiko stopped and touched her red face. She was sweating, her heart beating rapidly as excitement overwhelmed her.

"I got his number! Now I need to do 1000 squats tonight!"

...

Although Natsuo was used to being handsome in the past, the amount of attention he received this time was somewhat unfamiliar to him. There were many girls trying to strike up conversations with him, the staff at the clothing shops trying to flirt with him, and older women constantly asking him for help. It was always the older women. It seemed he would always suffer from dealing with older women.

"Buying clothes alone is less fun than doing it with Chelsea." Natsuo held the bags of clothes as he walked out of the shop. He made his way into an empty alley and put them into his inventory.

His clothes had become unsuitable for him since he had grown by almost ten centimeters, and he also wanted to slightly change the style of the clothes he owned in this world. Chelsea had helped him with that before, so buying clothes without her felt considerably less enjoyable.

His phone rang. When he checked the caller, he saw that it was Ichika, so he picked up.

"Why didn't you come to school? Are you skipping classes?" Her loud, questioning voice came from the other end immediately.

Natsuo moved the phone away from his ear as she continued talking. Once she finally stopped, he replied. "Hello, Ichika."

"Oh, sup, Natsuo! Wait... That's not it! Why didn't you come to school? Are you sick?" she asked again, this time in an urgent tone.

"Oh, I have something important to deal with, so I took a break from school," Natsuo replied calmly as he walked past the crowd, casually dodging the hand of a middle-aged woman trying to touch his butt. "Didn't I tell you?"

"No! You didn't!" Ichika shouted in frustration, but her voice calmed down right after. "Anyway, it's good that you are all right. I asked Father yesterday, and he told me there is a suitable house you can check out. I'll send you the owner's number so you can talk to them."

"Really? Thank you, Ichika. Next time, if you frame me, I won't think twice about disfiguring your face," Natsuo said. Having connections was a good thing. They solved a lot of trouble.

"You were planning to disfigure me? How hateful! My face is my everything! Damn you, Natsuo!" Ichika cursed him.

"I said I won't do it. At most, I'll spank your butt," Natsuo replied seriously.

"Pervert!"

The two of them talked for a while. When they ended the call, Ichika sent him a phone number and an address. Natsuo saved the number and decided to call tomorrow.

Ding!

Marin: [Why didn't you come to school today? Are you sick?]

Marin: [Why aren't you answering? Are you okay?]

Marin: [Answer me! If you don't, I'll come to your house!]

Marin: [Natsuo-kun, you're not dead, right? Don't die yet!!]

Natsuo read the messages, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. This girl really was tactless, and her typing speed was as fast as Kana's. Then again, he hadn't expected to become this popular recently. So many girls were chatting with him. He touched his face and suddenly had an epiphany.

"Wait! I am a handsome man! And a harem protagonist!"

Only now did he remember that he was the protagonist of his own story. He was even better than the typical virgin protagonist. He was the guy who had slept with two stepsisters!

Wait, he only slept with Rui this time.

Natsuo: [Natsuo Fujii is dead.]

Marin: [Dead? Who is talking to me then?]

Natsuo: [His yandere girlfriend who killed him.]

Marin: [Scary! You are not going to kill me just because I talked to him?]

Natsuo: [I will! I am sharpening my blade as we speak.]

Natsuo: [Look behind you.]

Marin: [There is nothing... Wait, there is a cockroach on the road. Is that you? A yandere cockroach?]

Natsuo: [It's an Immortal Cockroach, stupid mortal!]

Marin: [Hahaha! Stop playing around. You haven't answered my question yet. Why didn't you come to school today?]

Natsuo: [I didn't feel like coming. I am taking a vacation for a few weeks. Will you miss me?]

Marin: [Wait! You can actually do something like that? That's unfair! I want to take a break too! I am going to talk to the school!]

Natsuo: [Just give up. They won't agree. I did it because I have a reason.]

Marin: [Really? What reason?]

Natsuo: [I am rich.]

Marin: [ಥ﹏ಥ]

...

After returning to her world, the first thing Hilda did was gather all the magic books, scan them with her phone, and send them to Natsuo.

"The principle of the Sword God Style is that victory goes to the one who moves first. It emphasizes speed and aggression, focusing on striking down the opponent before they can react!"

Today, however, Hilda was sitting at a table, writing down everything the beast woman, Sword King Ghislaine Dedoldia, was saying.

"To start with the basics, you should do this! And swoosh that! And bang this! And thrust like this! Is it clear, Hilda-sama?" Ghislaine moved her hands rapidly, as if she were swinging her sword. When she finished, she asked with a grin on her face.

"Hmm... So you do this, and swoosh that! I didn't get it last time!" Sitting on the opposite side of the table, Eris held her chin and nodded repeatedly, as if she understood whatever shit Ghislaine had just explained.

"Bullshit! How am I supposed to write this down? What do you mean by swoosh! Bang! This! That!? Give me a goddamn clear explanation!" Hilda slammed the table. The cup of juice that Eris was about to pick up fell over, and she gave her mother a tearful gaze, but Hilda was glaring at Ghislaine.

She had originally planned to send the basics to Natsuo yesterday, but she had encountered a huge problem. Yes, the problem was that Ghislaine didn't know how to explain anything!

She didn't know how to read, write, or even count. All she knew was fighting. Even her teaching was so obscure that perhaps only a musclehead like Eris could understand whatever the fuck she was trying to convey.

"Excuse me, Hilda-sama." Ghislaine scratched her head in confusion. Was she really that hard to understand? It couldn't be right. Eris understood her just fine!

"I give up. I'll look for someone else. What a waste of a Sword King," Hilda said as she stood up and left, shaking her head in pity. If Natsuo could get the guidance of a Sword King as his teacher, he would probably be able to become much stronger, much faster than training on his own.

'I can't neglect my training either... but...' Hilda thought. However, she was facing an even more difficult problem. 'But... if I train, my drama time will be cut down too much!' She grabbed her hair and cried.

"Eris-sama, your mom is acting strange. Could it be that she has gone crazy?" Ghislaine said, crossing her arms.

"Maybe... Wait, that's rude! Don't talk ill of my mother!" Eris nodded, but right after, she shook her head and glared at her teacher.

"Father-in-law will come back tomorrow."

Returning to her room, Hilda lay down on the sofa. She picked up the remote control and turned on the TV while thinking. She wanted to tell them about the Mana Calamity that would come in four years, but Sauros Boreas Greyrat had gone to the capital and would be returning tomorrow.

"I'll watch only one more episode. Yes, one more episode," Hilda muttered as she pressed on Episode 36 of 'The Rebirth of the Villainous Mother And Her Cold CEO Son'

But before she could actually start watching, her phone suddenly rang. Hilda casually picked it up, thinking that Natsuo had sent her a message, but instead, she saw a notification.

[The A.I Idol has joined the Dead Girls Dimensional Chat Group!]

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