My Girlfriend is an Evil Woman

“Wild child from that brothel family?” Kitahara Hideji’s heart skipped a beat. Something felt off, but he quickly turned around and looked again. Although he couldn’t see very clearly through the crowd, it seemed like it was indeed Ono Yoko. His heart tightened as he realized the situation. He couldn’t help but walk briskly towards them. As he got closer, he saw Ono Yoko backed against the wall, her face hidden by her vibrant red backpack, while a male student in a dark high school uniform slapped her repeatedly.

The boy’s slaps were forceful, causing Ono Yoko’s small frame to stagger from the impact. She dared not make a sound and just stood there, taking the hits. Her cap fell to the ground, and she didn’t even attempt to pick it up.

Her expression was tense, her body trembling slightly, yet she refused to cry or resist. She appeared defenseless, enduring the bullying helplessly.

Seeing the red marks on Ono Yoko’s face and the trickle of blood from her mouth, Kitahara Hideji felt a surge of anger. It was as if the slap had landed on his own face. Rage consumed him, and his heart pounded in his chest. Without a second thought, he hurled his shoulder bag with precise accuracy through the crowd. The bag hit the delinquent boy directly in the face, knocking him down.

The weight of the bag, filled with books, may not have been as powerful as a brick, but it was enough to deliver a satisfying blow. The delinquent boy collapsed to the ground, utterly bewildered.

The sudden projectile and the chilling wind it carried startled the group of delinquents. They turned their heads and saw Kitahara Hideji, standing alone. Their hostile gazes converged on him, accompanied by a chorus of curses and threats. Ignoring their words, Kitahara Hideji quickened his pace, his face displaying an unusual coldness as he strode towards Ono Yoko.

Who gave them the audacity to lay a hand on her?

The group of delinquents consisted of a mix of middle school and high school students, spanning various ages. One of them, dressed in middle school attire, was particularly stocky and solidly built. Without hesitation, he extended his foot to kick Kitahara Hideji while shouting, “Damn it, had enough yet?”

Kitahara Hideji’s expression grew even colder. Unmoved and without a word, he retaliated by raising his leg and delivering a powerful kick in response. Leveraging his height advantage, long legs, and the momentum from his charge, he struck the middle school student with such force that the boy stumbled back three or four steps, colliding with others and causing chaos to erupt among the group.

Kitahara Hideji didn’t need to unleash any special skills to deal with these ordinary troublemakers. Having faced his share of bullies and fights in his previous life, he was no stranger to street brawls. Taking advantage of the chaos, he swiftly punched one of the delinquents in the face, causing a nosebleed that cleared a path. He then reached Ono Yoko’s side and kicked another assailant away.

Ono Yoko was both astonished and frantic. She tried to push him away, urgently pleading, “Onii-san, why are you here? Don’t worry about me, just leave quickly!”

Kitahara Hideji grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him. He kicked away another attacker and found himself surrounded by the delinquents. Their hostility was palpable, and they were eager to gang up on him. The ringleader, who had been knocked down by the backpack earlier, was now fuming and vowing to personally take down Kitahara Hideji. The group hesitated, sizing him up and waiting for their leader’s command on how to deal with this meddling newcomer.

Kitahara Hideji surveyed the delinquents with a cold expression, ready to take action if necessary. He asked softly, “Are you okay, Yoko?”

Ono Yoko had managed to hold back tears before he arrived, but now, protected by him, her vision blurred with teardrops. Despite her efforts to sound composed, her voice trembled slightly as she replied, “I’m fine, Onii-san. Don’t get involved with them. Go back! Please go back, Onii-san. I’m really okay.”

She pushed against Kitahara Hideji, urging him to leave. The high school student who had been hit by the bag had finally regained his footing with the help of his friends. Still feeling dizzy and disoriented, he angrily kicked the bag away while clutching his head. Glaring fiercely at Kitahara Hideji, he shouted, “You little brat! Where did you come from, daring to meddle in my business?”

Growing up in the same neighborhood, everyone knew about Ono Yoko’s mother, who was quite renowned. As a woman who could be bought with money, she was well-known in certain circles. While Ono Yoko referred to Kitahara Hideji as “Onii-san,” this thug didn’t think he was her actual brother. Instead, he saw him as an interfering troublemaker.

This guy looked every bit like a typical delinquent, with a brash demeanor, dyed blond hair, and an air of aggression. However, Kitahara Hideji wasn’t far behind in terms of intensity. He tore off his usual studious facade, revealing a cold, fierce countenance that could rival anyone’s. He marched right up to the thug, standing his ground and locking eyes with him. His voice dripping with menace, he asked, “Yoko is my sister. Are you looking for trouble by messing with my sister?”

He was genuinely furious. Yoko was a well-behaved and timid girl, not someone who sought out trouble. Whatever had transpired, it was uncalled for to have a group of delinquents cornering her on the street and slapping her around. It was likely due to her small and vulnerable appearance, as well as the absence of someone to stand up for her.

For some reason, the disrespectful nature of the bullying rubbed him the wrong way. He felt a fiery rage building up inside him. Since no one was standing up for her, he decided to step in.

Yoko, attempting to move in front of Kitahara Hideji, found herself blocked by his firm grip. She was terrified, not only for herself but also for the person who cared for her so genuinely. She feared that her presence might jeopardize the safety of the only person who truly cared about her well-being. She knew Kitahara Hideji was an honor student, excelling in academics, and she couldn’t fathom him being a match for these delinquents.

In her mind, enduring a few slaps in broad daylight was something she could handle. After all, these delinquents probably wouldn’t escalate things too far. If things did get out of hand, she could always use the underage reporting feature. However, that would blow things out of proportion, leading to the involvement of the parents and the potential consequences that came with it. Her mother’s wrath was something she couldn’t bear, so avoiding that route was ideal.

Despite her thoughts, Yoko hoped that Kitahara Hideji would leave quickly. To her astonishment, he was already confronting the delinquents’ leader.

As tears welled up in her eyes and began to trickle down her cheeks, she felt helpless and overwhelmed. She couldn’t predict how Kitahara Hideji would react after a possible confrontation with these thugs. The leader of the delinquents, witnessing Kitahara Hideji’s audacity to stand up to him, found the situation rather amusing. With a sardonic grin, he pointed at Kitahara Hideji’s nose and spoke with an odd tone, as if a cat had just discovered a mouse attempting acrobatics right in front of it. “Am I bothering you? Do you even know who I am? Just moved here? Didn’t bother to find out who Ota Tsugawa is…”

Before Ota Tsugawa could finish his sentence, Kitahara Hideji abruptly grabbed his fingers and twisted them forcefully. The pain shot through Ota Tsugawa, causing him to bend over in agony. He barely managed to let out a half-hearted cry before Kitahara Hideji’s knee came crashing into his face, effectively silencing any further noise.

Kitahara Hideji wasn’t about to let up. He had no time for words with scum like Ota Tsugawa—trying to reason with such individuals often emboldened them even further. With Ota Tsugawa thrown off balance by the knee strike, Kitahara Hideji lunged forward, grabbing a handful of Ota Tsugawa’s hair and yanking it back. Swiftly, he delivered a punch, starting with a blinding jab to the eyes, followed by two more punches aimed at the chin.

Ota Tsugawa was caught off guard by Kitahara Hideji’s swift and aggressive response. He hadn’t expected the seemingly mild-mannered student to react so decisively. He found himself unable to even cry out in pain, his hands and face throbbing. The world spun around him, stars dancing before his eyes. Meanwhile, Ota Tsugawa’s lackeys behind him were incensed by the sight of their leader being overpowered. They charged at Kitahara Hideji, some wielding crude weapons like wooden baseball bats and motorcycle chains, fully intent on dealing a severe beating before anything else.

The events unfolded in a blur, and Ono Yoko let out a piercing scream, her instinct driving her to rush forward and shield Kitahara Hideji. But before she could reach him, Kitahara Hideji was already taking action. He met Ota Tsugawa head-on, shouldering the weight of the attack, and then skillfully maneuvered to disarm and disarm his adversaries.

With a weapon in hand, Kitahara Hideji activated his 【Foreseeing】 skill, gaining a profound understanding of his surroundings. Coupled with his expert-level 【Ancient Swordsmanship】 skill at LV10, he was armed with the prowess of a seasoned professional. Facing this situation was akin to using a sledgehammer to swat a mosquito. Kitahara Hideji swung the baseball bat with precision, creating a space between him and his attackers.

Using the bat as an improvised sword, he executed a swift Kirioroshi strike, shattering an incoming bat swung at him, before pivoting and striking another assailant with the bat’s edge. The impact resulted in a shower of blossoms across the man’s face. He then swiftly parried a metal chain, pivoted, and thrust the bat like a sword, knocking one of the attackers to the ground.

In the span of mere moments, Kitahara Hideji incapacitated three attackers. Had he been using a real blade, it would have taken less than two seconds to deal three fatal blows.

Kitahara Hideji was embroiled in a chaotic skirmish with the group of attackers, and Ono Yoko watched in astonishment. While she knew that Kitahara Hideji practiced Kendo, she never expected him to display such remarkable prowess. His movements were swift and precise, his reactions agile. Despite being surrounded by several assailants, he remained unfazed. Each action was executed with calculated efficiency, as though he had rehearsed them countless times. With every strike, a cry of pain would follow, and soon, one by one, the attackers found themselves unable to continue.

Even when an assailant charged toward her, Kitahara Hideji seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He swiftly withdrew and struck back, knocking the attacker to the ground before he could reach her. Tears blurred her vision as she watched in awe. Onii-san was not only defending himself but also ensuring her safety in the midst of the chaos.

Meanwhile, Ota Tsugawa had helped his fallen companions to their feet. He wiped away a mixture of blood and saliva from his mouth, ready to command his cohorts to pummel Kitahara Hideji mercilessly. However, his expression shifted from anger to astonishment. In a matter of seconds, the situation had transformed from how to teach this clueless pretty boy a lesson to how to avoid getting brutally beaten by this ferocious adversary.

Amid the cacophony of cries, moans, and the scent of blood, the attackers who had been standing around Kitahara Hideji were now sprawled on the ground. Kitahara Hideji had purposely held back, not wanting to cause serious harm, but these individuals were no match for him. He leveled his bat, pointing it directly at Ota Tsugawa, his face a mix of anger and menace. Ota Tsugawa’s expression contorted, mirroring his fierce demeanor. He glanced around, only to find that his remaining comrades were equally bewildered and fearful.

With a collective sense of unease, Ota Tsugawa’s allies positioned themselves behind him, seemingly stripped of their courage to face Kitahara Hideji head-on. The unexpected turn of events had shaken their confidence, leaving them reliant on their leader to boost their morale.

Kitahara Hideji’s expression remained cold and determined as he advanced with purposeful strides, each step exuding an intensifying aura. Ota Tsugawa and his cohorts found themselves involuntarily retreating in the face of Kitahara Hideji’s overwhelming presence. Ota Tsugawa’s initial bravado was fading, and he began to sense something unsettling in Kitahara Hideji’s demeanor—a chilling detachment that left him uneasy.

Desperation colored Ota Tsugawa’s voice as he attempted to reason with Kitahara Hideji, invoking his family’s name and mentioning the incident with Ono Family. However, Kitahara Hideji paid no heed to the words. With resolute determination, he swung his bat, striking Ota Tsugawa’s arm forcefully. A swift kick to the abdomen sent Ota Tsugawa crashing to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain. His four companions, witnessing the abrupt turn of events, hesitated briefly before succumbing to fear and fleeing the scene.

Though those three were not the main culprits, Kitahara Hideji didn’t pursue them. Instead, he hurled his bat at one of them, causing him to stumble, and then shifted his focus back to Ota Tsugawa. Grasping Ota Tsugawa by his collar, Kitahara Hideji raised his hand and delivered a series of resounding slaps to Ota Tsugawa’s face. The sound echoed through the air as Kitahara Hideji’s voice thundered with anger, demanding answers.

“Dare to lay a hand on my sister? Tell me, have you grown tired of living? Speak up! Have you lost your voice? Is that it?”