Chapter 106

Bang! A dull impact hit my shoulder. Shinobu Homura lifted my head from my smartphone and immediately spewed out curses with a fierce look and voice.

"Hey, you, you fucking bastard! Where the hell are your eyes, you moron!"

Homura was unleashing an absurd level of profanity over a mere shoulder bump.

Come to think of it, I was also walking while looking at my smartphone, so Homura was just as careless, but such trivial matters were of no importance to Homura.

Homura, a stubborn woman who carried on the anachronistic identity of a *sukeban* (girl gang leader) even in this changing era, was headstrong, believing without a doubt that all phenomena that displeased her were the fault of outsiders.

The golden, spiky hair reminiscent of a lion's mane, the sharply drawn eyeshadow, the long skirt, and the wooden sword. Everything about her was a typical *sukeban* straight out of a delinquent manga.

As you can tell from her appearance, Homura was confident in her fighting skills, so it didn't matter whether the opponent was male or not.

If something is unpleasant, destroy it first. Think later. That was Homura's motto.

"Keu-hee-hit, you're being too harsh from the start. No, didn't you bump into me first? I'm the victim here, the victim."

"You fucking son of a bitch!?"

After spitting out a curse, Homura frowned and pinched my nose at the sight of my face.

I looked like the kind of pathetic loser she hated most from my school days.

I just brushed shoulders with a guy like that? I've got bad luck stuck to me.

I wanted to spit to purify the bad luck ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and leave, but I didn't because I didn't like this bastard's tone.

I was already in a bad mood because of the shoulder check, and now the other person is a piece of trash like this.

I would have been annoyed even if I was a handsome hunk?

Rage and disgust underwent a phase transition within Homura.

Okay, it's decided. I'm going to beat the shit out of this bastard. It's not too late to think about anything else after I've done it.

"Hey~ Are you listening to me? Ah~ Aah~ My arm hurts. My arm really! Hurts like hell! I think I need to get some compensation for this? For the physical pain and the mental anguish. Right, huh? Don't you think so? Don't you think so?"

"You're talking shit, you fucking bastard!"

Homura grabbed the man's thick neck and raised my fist.

My face might get dirty because of the grease, so maybe I should target my stomach?

Surely the grease from my stomach wouldn't seep through my clothes.

...As Homura was making that judgment, the man held out my smartphone.

"Whoa, whoa. Calm down, will you? I'm just exercising my legitimate rights. Anyway. Hee-hee-hit."

"What is this."

The smartphone the man held out had an app with a terrible design displayed.

A garish background that only hurt the eyes, with the words 'Claim for Compensation' written in the very center in hard-to-read letters.

I don't know if it's for kids to play with or what.

I don't know, but.

"Uh... uh-oh... uh-oh..."

The moment I saw that screen, one idea took absolute throne in Homura's mind.

'Anyway, it's all my fault.'

I don't know why. Regardless of all the circumstances and reasons, it's unconditionally Homura's fault.

Even if Homura had been paying attention and this man had suddenly run up and unilaterally hit Homura's shoulder, it would still be Homura's fault.

Of course, that was completely contrary to Homura's common sense, which soon led to mental confusion.

"N-no. I. I didn't do anything wrong. Uh, huh? I, I did something wrong, uh?"

The man tapped Homura's arm.

"Hey~ What are you doing? Get rid of this quickly. The perpetrator, you know. You can't brazenly grab the victim by the collar, can you? I'm going to add this to the list of damages properly."

"Y-you bastard."

Homura was furious, as if the blood in my head was running backwards at my impudent tone.

But apart from that anger, my hand obediently released the man's collar and came down quietly.

I can't answer why. In fact, even Homura herself doesn't understand it. There's no other way to describe it except to say that my hand ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠moved on its own.

I don't know why, but anyway, Homura can't lay a hand on this man anymore.

"Hee-hee-hit, that's right, that's right. Good job. You look like a retarded idiot on the outside, but at least you have a brain that can think like a human, huh?"

"Wh-what did you say, you bastard!?"

"Huh? Did you curse? Okay, I'll keep that in mind when I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠claim compensation."

"Y-you started it first, you bastard!"

Homura unintentionally ended up defending myself.

Even though I wasn't the type to defend myself in the first place. A person with a simple principle of action to hit anyone who's annoying doesn't need that. My fists will take care of the excuses.

But I can't do that now. My important fists are completely sealed.

"Hmm, an attitude of blaming others without thinking about what you've done. You're the worst. I should set the compensation higher, shouldn't I?"

Is that how compensation is determined?

In the first place, my attitude, which didn't seem serious at all, suggested that I wasn't seriously interested in my damages or compensation.

I just want to play around. With me, the *sukeban* that everyone fears.

I was furious at that fact. But there was nothing I could do. It's not a vague story like there's almost nothing. Literally, Homura has no freedom at all.

"Ah, but by the way. Are you a virgin? You look like a fucking slut on the outside, but I'll ask you once to make sure."

Sexual harassment!

Homura felt a brain-burning rage.

Sexual harassment is basically something that can happen because the other person looks down on you.

You're a woman, so you're nothing special. You wouldn't hit me, would you? What are you going to do if I sexually harass you?

Those kinds of presumptions have to be in place for those kinds of sexual harassment comments to come out.

That means I was looked down on. I can never forgive that.

I must never, ever forgive it....

"What if I am a virgin."

Even so, even though I really hate it. Homura opened my lips, which wouldn't fall easily, and said that.

"Oho~ You're a virgin, huh. I really hit the jackpot? It's not chosen by gacha, but I chose it myself and it's a virgin. Hoo-hee-hit, how can I be so lucky?"

The guy was chattering and giggling, saying things I couldn't understand.

Homura (=Flame) couldn't stand the burning anger as much as my name and shouted.

"Hey! Hurry up and tell me what the compensation is! Can't you just give me a few bucks and be done with it, you bastard!"

"Ah, I don't need money."

The man said, breaking the premise that Homura had set up in my head.

"I don't need money, but instead, let me fuck your virgin vagina. Let's settle the compensation for the shoulder check with that."

"...Huh?"

The color drained from Homura's face. What the hell is this bastard talking about? What's he going to do with my virginity? Is this guy out of my mind?

"Ah, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of course, you can only pay for compensation with a virgin vagina for a shoulder check, so don't misunderstand. I'll obviously calculate the abusive language and collar grabbing you did to me separately. Eee, let's see. First of all, I'm going to fuck your virgin asshole, of course. Girls like you typically cry 'Aaaang' as soon as their assholes are taken. And I'm going to play with your throat as a toy, and oh, right. While I'm at it, should I put piercings on your nipples? Of course, all with your money."

"W-what are you talking about?"

Homura asked. Because everything this crazy man was saying sounded like a story from a distant world.

What the hell is this guy talking about?

"No, I mean~ Pay for making me feel bad with your body. After all, your body is only worth that much. You should be thanking me for letting you use it effectively, shouldn't you?"

As I said that, the man grabbed Homura's breasts without permission.

It was a violent and self-centered act, devoid of any delicacy.

"Of course it's okay, right? Ah, but I'll give you one choice. Do you want to do it here, or at a motel? If we go to a motel, of course you'll pay for it, right?"

Homura, at this absurd injustice...