4 The Case of the Model Student 2 (1/2)

Diesel followed behind as the high schoolers continued moving through the streets, and eventually, to some secluded empty lot.

”Here is fine. How about we get to know each other a bit better?” Kouta looked lustfully at the girl. His eyes didn't look quite as nice as before.

”Umm…here? What are you planning?” The girl looked nervously around, unsure of what to do. She could feel that the atmosphere had changed as well.

”It's okay. It's my little secret hiding place. No random person to interrupt when things get heated.”

Kouta moved forward and reached underneath her shirt. Though she tried to move back, she was soon pinned against the adjacent wall. Kouta's lips reached forward, capturing her own before she could turn away.

Because of his superior strength, the girl couldn't push back to stop him. She could feel his hand grope at her bra, forcefully parting the material away to access the soft mounds underneath.

She didn't want this. Not so quickly. She had sent him a love letter just the day before. They hadn't even gone on a date yet. Recoiling at the sudden forcefulness of the situation, she tried to pull away, accidentally biting the tongue that tried to slither into her mouth.

”OW! Bitch! What the hell did you do that for?!”

The girl turned to the side, brushing the invasive hands from her body. ”I didn't ask for this!”

”You didn't ask for what? This is what it means to be with the most popular guy in school. You have to be willing to give a lot more to capture my attention! Otherwise, why the hell would I give you the time of day?!”

Kouta forcefully pressed himself against her again, tugging at her clothing. ”Shut up and do what you're told!”

”NO! GET AWAY!”

Kouta slapped her. The other hand which had been holding onto her shirt had reflexively tugged a bit too hard, tearing the fabric. Seeing as the damage had been done already, he shrugged and finished tearing the front apart, exposing her chest as she fell to the ground.

The girl was horrified. She had no idea that Kouta was such a horrible person. None of his friends had shown any indication that he was this way. When she asked other girls that were seen with him before, they had merely looked away before hurriedly excusing themselves. She had figured that they were just bitter about not being chosen.

”STOP! I'LL REPORT YOU!”

But Kouta merely smirked. ”To who, might I ask? Who is going to believe some random girl over the model student? The teachers? The neighborhood? The witnesses that I have on my side?”

Kouta snapped his fingers in the air. With that signal, his group of friends popped up around the lot, a few of them with phones in their hands recording the scene.

”Or maybe, the world can take a gander.”

The girl's eyes widened in shock, realizing that she had fallen into a trap. Kouta bent down and whispered into her ear.

”I was going to let you off easy if you had been willing to give in voluntarily, but it seems you need to be taught a lesson. I'm going to let my friends join in as well. And you better not make a fuss about it, or these pictures will end up plastered everywhere.”

At this point, what could she do? She had been trapped in a hopeless situation, simply because she had pursued her crush. It had felt too good to be true. The perfect guy accepting someone normal like her. It had been like a story from a shoujo manga. She panicked as she realized that she would instead become the disposable side character that the antagonist played around with instead.

She whispered a plea in desperation. ”Mom, Dad, Kami-sama, anyone! Please! Do something!”

The group of guys got into position, savoring the different angles that would be captured. Kouta would be the first to have fun. That was how it always worked. They would get their turn later.

*CRASHHHHHHHH!!!!*

To everyone's surprise, a truck suddenly barreled its way through the fence surrounding the empty lot.

To Kouta's shock, it didn't stop, but rather, accelerated towards him. He looked around. His friends had already dispersed, away from the trajectory of the moving vehicle. The girl behind him had also rolled away somehow. Why did it seem like the truck had its sights set on him and him alone?