Soon, it was 9:30 AM.
Alistair looked at his classmates. None seed to be planning on attending the assembly. It looks like the school's reputation is just a facade they try to maintain. After all, this world...
Heh.
He had initially wanted a wife, but now... Is he afraid of coming ho to find his wife's pussy doesn't lack white cum?
There were definitely many delinquents at this school. There was that blond muscle guy in the classroom, and now, just around the corner on the way to the auditorium, he spotted several bad boys leaning against the wall smoking.
Alistair looked at the punks and didn't want to engage with them. Although his past experiences made him thoroughly dislike these gangster-types, he decided to first go to the convenience store across the street to buy so food. The bread he brought this morning hadn't been enough; he should have brought more.
Trevor Tsuchida and his companions were squatting in the corner, smoking and discussing what they were going to do today. Attending class was out of the question—what delinquent goes to class? Unless it was to catch up on sleep in the morning, nobody stayed in the classroom.
Smoke billowed around the group. Although the local laws here prohibited smoking under the age of 20, so things were better left unsaid. If Trevor followed the rules, would he be smoking and dying his hair? Co on, normal high schools don't allow smoking or dyed hair.
Huh?
The bored Trevor spotted a cute, well-behaved looking boy in the school uniform walking towards them. The boy looked familiar; he might live in the neighborhood, as many people from Kuraza Town attended this school. Trevor might have seen him before, but didn't know his na.
Not knowing him didn't matter. If he knew him, he'd assess the situation. If the person was untouchable, he'd pretend not to see him and keep his distance. If he was easy to bully...
Trevor exhaled a cloud of smoke, flicked the cigarette butt away, patted his pants which still held so ash, and stood up. The other thugs understood the signal, tossed their cigarettes, and stood up with malicious grins.
Alistair sighed inwardly when the shadows of several tall boys with various dyed hair colors fell over him.
"Yo, cute junior. Are you heading to the entrance assembly?"
Trevor Tsuchida grinned at Alistair. As he spoke, he casually reached out a hand, intending to sling his arm around Alistair's shoulder.
Alistair looked at the hand approaching him, noting the residual gri, and the sleazy face of the senior. He imdiately grabbed the senior's wrist and shook it off.
"Hey, hey, keep your hands to yourself. I'm not gay, and I don't like being too intimate with n."
Jiro Morita, standing to Alistair's left, saw Alistair dare to resist. He imdiately closed in and placed a hand on Alistair's other shoulder, pinning him from both sides to prevent him from escaping.
"Junior, we're not bad guys. We just want to check up on your school life."
Jiro Morita smiled nastily, poking a finger threateningly at Alistair's chest.
"We seniors have plenty of free ti; we don't have many classes. Which class are you in, junior?"
Normal students were afraid of provoking these senior thugs. These guys had no intention of going to college and skipped many classes; the teachers didn't care. So, these scumbags had endless free ti. Plus, the culture here placed high importance on hierarchy—seniors were seniors and expected deference.
And no one else would stand up for you; they'd rather avoid trouble and put up with the humiliation. A phrase like, "You wouldn't want anything bad to happen to X, would you?" was often enough to turn many girls into fluffballs.
But that's getting off track.
In Alistair's eyes, these guys were just asking for a beating. He wasn't a local they could easily pressure, nor was he the "Yasashii-kun" protagonist waiting for a rescue, only to end up in a sacrificial scene that turns into an adult film plot.
What do you do when a child is disobedient? They're probably spoiled rotten; you need to teach them how to behave with a fist. As the old saying goes, 'spare the rod, spoil the child.'
Trevor Tsuchida, seeing Alistair remain silent, thought he had already backed down. He said smugly, "We seniors an no harm. We just want to ask you, junior, to lend us so money. Would the cute junior be willing to help out us poor seniors?"
Jiro Morita grinned and said to Alistair, "I'm sure a kind and cute junior would be willing, right? If not, please tell us directly. Don't make it difficult for us seniors, and don't cause us any trouble. That would only cause trouble for yourself, too, right?"
Alistair was already annoyed enough today. He realized the world's issues—he couldn't find a wife, and his fun with a few girls was spoiled by the blondie, even though he imdiately dealt with him. These seniors showing up now was the perfect opportunity for so amusent and stress relief.
Just as the thugs stared at the silent Alistair, anticipating him reaching for his wallet...
"Daga, kotowaru! (But, I refuse!)"
Alistair struck a defiant pose, mimicking Rohan Kishibe (a character from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure).
"Huh?"
The unexpected reply stunned them.
Alistair seized the mont. He quickly clenched his right hand into a fist and punched Jiro Morita, the one who had been poking him, directly in the stomach!
"Ugh..."
Jiro Morita's stomach spasd with sharp pain, followed by a surge of acid reflux. He instantly threw up. Even the breakfast he had just eaten ca out from the force of the punch, and the disgusting sll nauseated Alistair himself.
The punch, delivered with the strength of the Ox Talisman, sent Jiro Morita crashing to the ground. He curled up on the ash-covered pavent like a crippled shrimp, clutching his stomach, spitting foam and that awful-looking substance. His eyes rolled back, looking half-dead.
Trevor Tsuchida and the others stared at Jiro Morita's miserable state on the ground, feeling completely paralyzed. Alistair's sweet, innocent smile, in their eyes, looked like the grin of the Grim Reaper.
Alistair swiftly grabbed Trevor Tsuchida's collar, slowly lifting the so-called senior off the ground. Alistair, only 160cm (5'3"), easily lifted Trevor, who was about 5cm (2 inches) taller, completely off his feet. While a 5'3" boy hoisting a 5'5" senior looked comical, no one present was laughing. Once airborne, Trevor desperately clutched Alistair's forearm, sweating profusely. He felt Alistair's arm was as solid as a structural pillar.
"J-Junior, B-Big Bro, please! Don't hit ! I was wrong! Please, let go!"
Alistair curled his lip, looking coldly at the capitulating senior. After the pathetic plea, he forcefully hurled the man towards the nearby wall like a skipping stone.
Trevor Tsuchida slamd against the wall back-first like a tossed toy, then dropped to the ground with a thud. He was in excruciating pain, completely immobile. He likely suffered spinal damage when he hit the wall. It wasn't fatal, just expensive to fix. But Alistair had an entire building in this life; would he lack money? He could just hire soone to eliminate him—this was Japan, where organized cri was sowhat legal.
"My body... Augh... My body won't move..." Trevor Tsuchida felt intense pain when he fell, followed by numbness throughout his body.
The horrific state of the two made the remaining three n terrified. Only four words echoed in their minds: RUN! FAST!
They instantly spun around and fled decisively. Alistair didn't bother to stop them; he let them run.
Alistair didn't mind a few getting away. After that little workout, he felt much better, completely relaxed. A few escapees were harmless. Besides, even if they dared to retaliate, so what? A crowd of runts is still a crowd of runts. A blue whale eats krill by the ton; these guys were less significant to Alistair than krill.
Moreover, if these fools had any powerful connections, would they be reduced to smoking cigarettes only in corners? In Alistair's mind, corners in the adult-thed 2D world were only for wasting cum and condoms.
Alistair could already imagine those remaining thugs avoiding him from a distance for the next few days. As for these two? They'd be lucky to get out of bed in the next few days; hospitals here probably lacked high-end resources like 'healing ability users.'
Feeling even more satisfied, Alistair bent down and started rummaging through the "corpses" of the seniors, looking for spoils.
Alistair checked around and only found a little over a thousand Yen, mostly in coins and small change.
"Tch, why are they so broke? They're seniors; haven't they ever mugged anyone before? What trash. I should have kept those other guys here."
Alistair frowned at the ager wallet in his hand, angrily threw it onto one of the guy's faces, and gave him an extra kick, eliciting another yelp of pain.
Alistair looked up and saw that several people had gathered around to watch. They seed to be new students heading to the assembly. Curiosity is human nature, so it was normal they were drawn in.
When Alistair looked at them, they froze for a mont, then quickly scattered towards the auditorium as if facing a great enemy. No one wanted trouble; what if this nace targeted them next? The two unfortunate victims' grueso states were right there as a warning. Within monts, almost everyone had fled. The only person still standing there was a girl.
When the girl saw Alistair staring at her, she nervously asked, "W-Why... why did you hit my brother?"
Clearly, the girl had only witnessed the tail end of Alistair's assault. But Alistair didn't care about that.
Alistair looked at the girl in front of him: a super-short skirt that almost revealed her panties, sowhat sheer black stockings, a white top that barely covered her bust, and golden hair tied into pigtails on both sides. He couldn't tell if the hair was dyed or natural, but it looked soft and natural, possibly perd slightly at the ends, which didn't look completely natural but could be due to a curling iron. She had light pink lip gloss on her lips and a lon-seed-shaped face that looked untouched by surgery. Her voice, surprisingly, was energetic, contrasting with her Gyaru-like appearance.
This girl. She definitely belonged in the adult-thed 2D world. Young age, large breasts. Alistair estimated he couldn't hold one with a single hand—no, maybe not even with two. And given the nature of the adult-thed 2D world, they were likely soft enough to sink into. Plus, those black stocking-clad legs were quite excellent.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. She looked like a Gyaru. Co to think of it, since he was in the adult-thed 2D world, why not do as the locals do?
Alistair smiled at the girl.
"Your brother tried to extort , so I beat him up. It's that simple. So, what are you going to do now? Are you going to call the police? Or tell the teachers and the principal?"
The girl, Mina Morita, looked at Alistair nervously and swallowed hard. She had watched Alistair beat them up the entire ti. The sight of Alistair punching her brother, knocking him onto the ground to throw up, made her heart pound, terrified she would be next.
"No, no, I won't call the police or tell the teachers. Um... could you please let my brother go?" The girl's pleading expression brought a considerable sense of pleasure to Alistair.
"Hey, you wouldn't want to cause trouble for your family, would you, beautiful? How about this: you let play with you today, and I won't pursue this matter with your brother anymore. Otherwise... as a freshman, I can skip plenty of classes. I have lots of free ti. You understand what I an?"
Mina Morita was terrified of Alistair, but she didn't want to do that. Although she dressed like a Gyaru to fit in, she actually didn't care much for her brother. The boy in front of her, despite looking delicate, had just been terrifying. If he found their ho, her family would be ruined!
After agonizing for a mont, Mina reluctantly nodded, a bitter expression on her face. "I understand. Please let my brother go. I'll stay with you today!"
"That's more like it. A smart person knows when to fold. Now, I'm hungry. Go buy so food and a Sprite. And make sure it's the original flavor; don't get any of those weird flavors."
Rembering the country's love for developing bizarre-flavored drinks, Alistair made sure to add that instruction.
Mina nodded. After glancing at the two seniors still groaning in pain on the ground, she headed straight for the convenience store nearby.
Alistair stretched and waited where he was. He no longer planned to attend the assembly on ti. He figured he could just peek in later. After this incident, Alistair concluded that this trash school's environnt was exactly what he expected.
And organized cri was legal in this country, wasn't it? Should he join a Yakuza gang for fun?
Ah~ This world is truly amazing! For Alistair, this 2D world seed surprisingly fitting.
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