"You dare to touch my breasts! I've never even kissed someone before! I was saving it for Kenta!" she screamed. Kenta was her childhood friend.
Grabbing her mouth, Yasuo held it so tight that she was unable to move. His wingspan was so long that she was unable to hit him even as she tried to punch or kick him.
"Listen here. I'll only explain it once. I have nothing to do with those fuckers. I'm here to teach them a lesson for using my name without permission. So get dressed. Then get the fuck out," he said, releasing her face.
"..."
Taking off his shirt, Yasuo threw it aside.
"Really?" she asked.
"Yes really."
"..."
It didn't seem like he was lying. Based on how powerful he was, it didn't seem like there was a need for him to lie either.
'Oh no! I took my anger out on the wrong person!'
Miyako immediately bowed. "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I… ah fuck. I'm sorry."
Tadashi picked himself off the floor and patted her on the shoulder. "I would say don't worry about it, but that guy might just order your parents' assassination if he's in a bad mood."
Hearing that, Miyako collapsed.
"I won't. Get dressed and get out," Yasuo sighed. "I hate repeating myself."
Miyako bowed again and immediately rushed to get dressed. Still drunk, she stumbled a few times but eventually managed to get dressed. Her pant was on backwards, but she didn't notice.
As she was about to leave, she watched Yasuo going through the line, beating up the men one at a time.
None of them dared to retaliate. None of them dared to even make a sound as he kicked them, punched them, smashed their heads with bottles.
"Are you wondering why they aren't fighting back?" asked Tadashi.
She nodded.
"That's how powerful Otsuka Yasuo is. He's basically the prince of this city. They know they made a grave mistake in using his name without permission. If anything, he's letting them off easy."
Miyako couldn't believe it. She had only heard of things like this before, but actually seeing it with her own eyes felt like she had stepped into a movie.
"It feels like a movie, right?" Tadashi asked.
'Did he just read my mind?'
"This happens often with Yasuo, so I've gotten accustomed to it. Here, have some popcorn. It's perfect for movies."
She didn't grab a popcorn. She just continued watching as Yasuo did as he pleased.
He was nothing like her. She was nothing but a countryside bumpkin who got to college by luck. He was the heir to an empire.
"I wish I could be in his shoes," she muttered.
"Hmm? Did you say something?" Tadashi asked.
"No."
If she were in his shoes, she could free her crush from his financial burdens. If she were in his shoes, she wouldn't have to worry about all these things in her life that were bringing her stress.
She could quit her jobs. She could move out, away from the snoring roommate. If she wanted the degree badly, she could hire a private tutor to teach her.
But she wasn't in his shoes.
She was in her own shoes. Her shoes were full of holes and were patched with the cheapest fabric you could find at an outdoor market.
Tadashi was watching her, unknownst to her.
Why was he observing her, you might ask?
Well, as Yasuo's best friend, he knew Yasuo's tendencies. This lady in front of him was an absolute beauty who had massive breasts. He had seen all the ladies who had run out of the room earlier.
Although Miyako wasn't the best looking out of the bunch, if he considered the fact that she seemed to be an inexperienced virgin who clearly had a boyfriend or someone she had a crush on, Yasuo's fetish for girlfriend-stealing might activate.
"Are you interested in my friend?" Tadashi asked.
"...What? No, no."
"Then why are you looking at him like that?"
"I'm… I'm just jealous."
Tadashi raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that answer. He thought she was going to say that she found his naked torso hot or something.
"Jealous of what?" he asked.
"I'm jealous that he can… never mind. I… I'm going to leave."
Just as she was about to leave, Tadashi stopped her and said, "Let me get your number."
"I… I'm not interested in dating," she rejected.
"I have a girlfriend," Tadashi told her. "I'm not interested in you."
"..." She felt embarrassed that she had jumped to conclusions. "Then why do you want my number?"
"Because I have a feeling that my friend might ask for it, and I just want to get it out of the way before he asks me to find out later."
"What? Why would he want my number?"
"You've heard about Yasuo before, right?"
"...A little," she responded. She only knew what she had overheard from other people's conversations. She had never directly spoken to someone about him before.
"Then you should know that he likes to steal people's girlfriends, right?"
"I… yeah, I do."
"You might become his next target."
His response sent her shivers, and she turned her head to Yasuo, who was snapping someone's fingers. "But I don't have a boyfriend," she answered. Wouldn't that make her safe?
"That usually would make you safe, but you did mention this Kenta person earlier that you were saving yourself for. Even if he's nothing more than a crush, that's enough to trigger his disgusting fetish."
Hearing that she might become a victim of Yasuo's evil nature, she was about to run away when Tadashi warned her, "Listen, if you run away now, that'll just make it more likely your crush will be bullied. If you just give me your number before leaving, you can protect your crush from ever being bullied. Let's just say it results in the same fucked up sitation but you get to skip a step in between. Isn't it better to protect your crush at the very least?"
"...But Kenta doesn't live here."
"You think that matters to Yasuo? He has enough money to do whatever he wants, regardless of where that person is."
She could sense Tadashi's sincerity. In his own messed-up way, he was helping her out.
"But think positively. You might give me your number for nothing. He might not even ask me about you later."
"Then can I just not give you my number?"
Tadashi smiled. "It's just in case."
Looking at Yasuo, then at Tadashi, then Yasuo, then back to Tadashi — she finally uttered, "Fine."
She gave him her number, and before she left, she asked if she could also get his number.
"Why?"
"Isn't it only fair? He gets my number and I get his. Won't I need to be able to recognize the number when he texts me? If he does… which he hopefully doesn't."
Tadashi could read on her face that her response wasn't entirely the truth, but he shrugged.
"Sure. Why not."