When Shiina Minatsu saw Hayashi Maki, she was surprised.
She'd thought the one bullying her little sister, Shiina Mafuyu, would be some sleazy shut-in, not a handsome, poised boy like this.
But being good-looking is no excuse for bullying her sister!
"Come with me."
With that cool line, Minatsu turned and left the classroom first. Hayashi Maki followed calmly.
At a deserted flowerbed on campus, Minatsu suddenly clenched her fists, spun around, and drove a straight punch at Hayashi Maki's abdomen.
The abdomen is a weak spot—if you take a hit there, the pain can be intense, even make you retch and lose the ability to resist.
But her fist didn't land.
He caught it easily.
Minatsu arched a brow without changing expression and snapped a knee toward him.
Hayashi Maki twisted his waist and slipped past the key strike; his big hand shot down, grabbed her calf, and drew her in.
With a startled cry, the girl found both wrists seized and pinned to the wall.
His breath washed over her; Minatsu's face flushed red.
"Not bad, kouhai—your skills are pretty good. But that's still not a reason to bully my sister."
She fixed him with a hard stare. "I'm on the student council's disciplinary committee, and I'm the vice president. If you don't let go, the consequences will be serious."
In Japan, student councils have a lot of authority; the disciplinary committee are the enforcers of school rules. If you're caught violating them, a school-wide reprimand isn't uncommon—instant social death.
Faced with her threat, Hayashi Maki didn't release her; he pressed in a little more, his chest crowding her body, bringing them even closer.
"Senpai, if I let you go, what if you attack me again?
"A normal person who took your combo and that knee just now would already be on their knees, unable to get up."
"And the disciplinary committee can't just physically punish students at will. How do you explain that, Senpai?"
Minatsu let out a disbelieving laugh.
"You bullied my sister and you're asking why I attacked you?"
"What else?" Hayashi Maki inhaled the faint fragrance from her, his knee wedged between her legs.
His big hands pinned her pale wrists to the wall, giving her no chance to resist or break free.
"You say I bullied your sister—do you have evidence? And I'm not the type to take a hit and not hit back. Since you attacked me, you should be prepared to be countered—punished—right?"
Minatsu instinctively struggled, but with his knee pressing against an embarrassing spot, she couldn't put strength into it.
Her pretty face burned crimson.
Hearing his words, she was both mortified and a little panicked.
"W-what are you trying to do?"
The corner of Hayashi Maki's mouth curled in a wicked smile.
"I'm going to show Senpai exactly how I 'bullied' Mafuyu-chan."
"Ha? So you did—mmph?!!!"
Before she could finish, the kiss-happy Hayashi Maki was already on her lips.
He gave her no chance to continue speaking.
Minatsu froze.
The warmth on her lips, the heavy rush of a man's breath—
Being completely overpowered like this made her blush and her heart race, left her flustered and at a loss.
So this is what a man is like?
Just like in the hot-blooded manga—strong and oppressive. She'd been naïve to think she could handle him.
Because her father had been absent since she was young, Minatsu hated her father, Shiina Asahi—and her mother too. Growing up without a father, she'd "brainwashed" her sister Mafuyu into fearing men, while treating herself as the "man," protecting her little sister.
Even among other girls, she had them treat her like a boy. Athletic and warm-hearted, she earned girls' friendship and became the student council vice president.
Minatsu was proud; she believed she was no worse than any boy—more "manly" than men, even.
But Hayashi Maki's dominance made her realize her own softness.
Frustrated, she had no recourse in that moment.
After "teasing" her a bit, Hayashi Maki let Minatsu's lips go and looked at her with a smile.
"If you come cause me trouble again, I'll be happy to oblige anytime. But, Senpai, be prepared to be 'punished' again."
He pinched her cheek, slowly released her wrists, and stepped back.
Minatsu nearly collapsed to the ground.
"Well then, thanks for the treat, Senpai. See you."
With a wicked grin, Hayashi Maki turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Blushing and panting, Minatsu called out to stop him.
"Aren't you afraid to do something like this? If I call the police…"
At that, Hayashi Maki raised a brow, stepped back in, and before she could react, he pinned her again and claimed her mouth with another domineering kiss.
Near the start of class, Hayashi Maki finally released her.
"Calling the police has a price too. Senpai can try it—see whether your report works better, or my punishment comes faster."
He pinched her cheek again, let her go, and strode off.
Minatsu stared at his back, her face burning.
Mafuyu was right—he's a total scoundrel!
He wasn't even afraid of being reported. Not only had he brazenly stolen her first kiss—he did it again.
So this is a man? So brazenly fearless.
Minatsu drew a deep breath and hurried back to class.
It was almost time—being late as a disciplinary officer would be laughable.
Though unwilling, Minatsu could admit defeat. Since she'd lost, being "punished" was only to be expected.
But that meant she couldn't "teach him a lesson" for her sister.
Emmm.
How embarrassing.
Setting out to teach him a lesson and getting taught instead—how was she supposed to tell her sister?
Back to Hayashi Maki—
After returning to class, he took out his phone and messaged Shiina Mafuyu.
"Mafuyu-chan, your sister just came to see me."
Mafuyu replied almost instantly.
"Heh, scared now? Did you get taught a lesson? If you apologize to Mafuyu now, Mafuyu might forgive you."
Hayashi Maki didn't answer. He sent a few photos he'd snapped while kissing Minatsu.
Mafuyu's face went bright red as she stared, mouth agape.
"Y-you kissed Mafuyu's sister too?"
Hayashi Maki: "Couldn't help it. Senpai suddenly tried to hit me—no way I'd just stand there. So I 'punished' her a bit. It's your turn at noon, Mafuyu-chan—be ready."
Mafuyu: "Uuu—why are you like this?"