Dripping with sweat, why was this suddenly becoming so exhausting?
Sure, he was riding uphill, but was it supposed to be this hard? Was there something wrong with the bike? Even the cat strolling beside him wasn't falling too far behind.
At this rate, the people behind him were going to catch up. He glanced back—yep, they were closing in.
However, this area was somewhere Yazuki was quite familiar with. If he made good use of it, he should be able to shake off those three.
Wait—
He turned his head back again and carefully examined what he had just overlooked.
His eye twitched, only now did Yazuki understand why biking had suddenly become so difficult.
"What the hell are you doing, Fujiwara Chika?!"
He let out an exasperated yell.
No wonder it had suddenly become so tough, he was actually pulling four bicycles along with him. And the culprit behind this ridiculous situation was none other than a girl named Fujiwara Chika.
With her flowing pink hair, big, beautiful sapphire-blue eyes, and a face that looked adorably airheaded yet undeniably cute, she had a slender yet curvy figure and a rather impressive bust for her age.
To the average person, she was the very definition of a super beautiful girl.
But for Yazuki, who actually knew her, there was nothing praiseworthy about her.
This girl acted completely on a whim, constantly messing things up in ways that seemed unintentional but were probably deliberate.
She was a little devil—a brute, even.
Not to mention, she wasn't afraid of bugs and had the nerve to grab a giant cockroach with her bare hands.
Yazuki had long questioned whether she was even a girl. No, scratch that—was she even human?
And right now, this menace had, without him noticing, looped a rope around the rear frame of his bike. As a result, he was now unknowingly dragging her along while she pedaled on her own bicycle.
To make things worse, the three pursuers chasing him had also grabbed onto the rope she extended—hitching a ride while taking a break, waiting for the perfect moment to burst forward in a chase.
This woman, nothing good ever happened when she was around. He should've known better than to pass by Shuchiin Academy.
She was truly the cancer of Earth.
Actually, in his desperate escape, he hadn't even realized he had passed by Shuchiin Academy.
Now, how did he and those three relentless women end up with paintball guns?
Well, it all started when he passed by a small alley, where he spotted a group of delinquents bullying some students with paintball guns. Naturally, he didn't hesitate to crash into them and steal the weapons.
The three girls chasing him had also joined in the robbery.
"This bicycle game looks so fun! Of course, I had to join in too~"
Chika beamed with an innocent, angelic smile that carried not the slightest hint of malice.
"Fun, my ass—!"
Before he could finish yelling, she pulled out a water gun and sprayed him in the face. A sticky, white liquid covered him, making his lips and eyes twitch.
Oh, she was asking for it now.
But first, he needed to get rid of the damn rope. Taking out the box cutter he had "liberated" from the delinquent girls, he sliced through the rope cleanly.
Of course, in the process, that damn girl sprayed him in the face again.
Alright, she was going to cry for this. Getting hit by paintballs at close range hurt like hell.
He gripped the paintball gun tightly, aimed at the little devil named Fujiwara Chika, and pulled the trigger. A rapid series of paintballs zipped through the air, cutting straight toward her.
"Yaaah—!"
Chika let out a bizarre shriek. Not a scream of pain—just… weird.
Yazuki stared in disbelief.
What the hell?
The paintballs shimmered with a faint golden hue in the sunlight as they hurtled toward the mischievous pink-haired girl. But instead of bursting on impact, they simply sank into a particular area of her body, deformed slightly, and then… bounced right off.
What. The. Hell.
This was more than just shocking—it was downright mesmerizing.
"Take this! Heeyah!"
Biubiu—
Another burst of sticky, white liquid splattered across his face, making Yazuki's eye twitch uncontrollably.
Seriously, what was with the shape of that water gun's nozzle? Combined with the white fluid, it was evoking some seriously questionable mental images.
He was done. She was going to cry, and he wasn't going to feel bad about it.
Again, he aimed and pulled the trigger, sending another barrage of paintballs flying.
Then, something even more absurd happened.
It was as if her oversized assets generated some kind of terrifying magnetic field, sucking in every single paintball he fired. They landed precisely there—none exploding, just bouncing off with an elasticity reminiscent of jelly.
What kind of black magic was this?!
Were the bullets curving mid-air? No, no—this was just a normal shooting trajectory. So did that mean he was unconsciously aiming there on purpose?
But he was trying to aim at other spots!
He fired again—ratatatat!
This time, he focused intently and realized something disturbing. His own hands… were subtly guiding the gun toward that target.
What the hell? Was he being hypnotized by her movements?
No, no—this was probably a phenomenon similar to pendulum hypnosis. His brain must have been subconsciously prioritizing the bouncing motion as the most important visual stimulus, making his eyes and hands follow suit.
This woman—Fujiwara Chika—was terrifying.
If he wanted to stop his hands from betraying him, the only solution was to shoot blindly.
"Yaaahhh— W-what are you all doing?!"
Chika let out another strange yelp.
This time, however, it was because the other three women, who were supposed to be after Yazuki, had now turned their paintball guns on her. Their glares were practically murderous, as if they were silently screaming: "You traitor! You're not one of us! You're the enemy! You must die!"
(T/N: I forgot that the one chasing him are flat asf XD)
"S-stop! Ahhh—hey, run! Run away!"
But jealousy was a terrifying thing. The three completely ignored her pitiful, puppy-eyed plea.
Realizing paintballs weren't enough, they surrounded her instead.
"This indecent thing—it's gotta be stuffed, right?!"
"Agreed."
"Seconded."
It was basically three delinquent girls ganging up on a "frail" maiden.
Perhaps they let off enough steam, or maybe they noticed that the pink-haired girl had a weirdly… M-like reaction, making some rather inappropriate noises.
Either way, they eventually stopped, seeming both irritated and exhausted.
Since their original target had long since disappeared, they grumbled some curses before heading back to their respective places.
Then—
"If you're looking for him, I might know where he is~"
The supposedly bullied pink-haired girl cheerfully raised her phone, revealing a tracking app with a glowing dot moving across the screen.