Chapter 49: What’s Wrong with Men Being Perverts

“Satania, what are you doing?” Vigne quickly walked over, her voice carrying a mix of concern and exasperation.

The red-haired little demon froze mid-pose, her tail twitching nervously. She turned her head at the sound, her ruby eyes widening slightly as she saw Kouya, Gabriel, and the others approaching. For once, her smug expression faltered, and a faint blush crept up her cheeks.

“I-I’m just making this stupid dog submit to my greatness, that’s all…”

Before she could finish her dramatic declaration, the stray dog suddenly lunged forward. Its body moved with unexpected grace and precision, a blur of fur and motion. In an instant, it snatched the melon bread right out of her hand and dashed away like a seasoned thief.

“Damn it! That was my last melon bread!” Satania’s cry echoed through the street like a wounded beast’s lament. Her eyes glistened, her arms flailing in helpless frustration as the dog disappeared around the corner.

Among everyone present, Gabriel stood there with her hands lazily stuffed in her pockets, her expression dead and disinterested. Kouya kept a straight face, carefully distancing himself from the scene before the stupidity infected him. As for the silver-haired angel, Raphael, she smiled serenely, her eyes curving into deceptive crescents—clearly amused yet making no move to help.

Vigne, ever the voice of reason, took a step forward. She was about to give chase, but when she saw that the bread’s packaging was already torn apart by teeth, she stopped mid-step. She let out a long, defeated sigh.

“Alright, let’s just head to school. I’ll buy you some bread when we get there.”

“Hmph, it’s just a piece of bread. I totally don’t care about it!” Satania sniffed, rubbing her eyes quickly and crossing her arms in mock pride.

“Um,” Raphael began sweetly, her voice dripping with innocent mischief. “I think the great demon’s failure stems from a lack of emotional communication. Maybe you should try connecting with it again tomorrow?”

Satania froze, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Somehow, I feel like you’re up to no good.”

“Oh my, you’ve figured me out,” Raphael said with a soft giggle, covering her mouth.

Vigne rubbed her temple. “Satania, Raphael, if you don’t mind, shall we all walk to school together?”

“Sure!” Raphael replied at once, her tone light and melodic. “Lately, I’ve been walking alone. It would be wonderful to have company.”

Her words seemed genuine, her smile bright and refined. The morning sunlight filtered through the trees as the wind picked up, carrying petals of cherry blossoms through the air like pink snow. A few petals landed on her silver hair, shimmering like starlight against silk. Her blue eyes reflected the soft light, calm and captivating—almost divine.

Kouya, however, wasn’t fooled for a second.

Anyone with squinting eyes and a perfect smile couldn’t be trusted!

Sensing his gaze, Raphael turned to him with that same smile. “You must be Kouya, right?”

“You know me?”

“Of course,” Raphael said, her tone cheerful and teasing. “After all, you’re quite the ‘famous’ figure around school.”

Famous, my ass!

Other people make the ‘Top Ten Most Inspiring Students’ list. And me? I make the ‘Top Ten School Perverts’ one!

That’s not fame—that’s humiliation!

“Oh, I heard that you and Gabi-chan are living together…”

Living together, my ass!

We’re neighbors, not roommates! You’re saying that on purpose, aren’t you?!

Seriously, anyone who talks while smiling like that is dangerous!

Gabriel let out a bored sigh. “What a stupid joke.”

“My mistake, my mistake,” Raphael said with a graceful bow. “Then, Kouya, may I walk together with Gabi-chan?”

Walk wherever you want! It’s not like I own the road or charge a toll fee! Why even ask me?!

“I just hope I’m not interrupting your little couple stroll…”

Kouya’s expression darkened. Beneath her polite tone, Raphael’s words were laced with poison.

Vigne, unable to stand the rising tension, stepped in. “Alright, it’s getting late. Let’s get going.” She bit her lip slightly and turned to Satania. “Come on, Satania. Let’s move.”

“Hmph! I won’t walk with fools like you!” Satania declared, tilting her chin high. Her voice was proud, dramatic, and loud enough to draw stares from passersby. “But if you beg me sincerely, maybe I’ll show mercy…”

“Eh? You’re all leaving already?! Wait for me!”

…

The road to school was anything but peaceful. Satania kept shouting challenges at her eternal rival, Gabriel, who didn’t even flinch—just occasionally gave her that dead-eyed, pitying look reserved for idiots. Raphael trailed behind, giggling softly every now and then, stirring the chaos with gentle words that made things worse.

Kouya walked silently, surrounded by nonsense. He felt his brain cells dying one by one.

Girls really were the most troublesome creatures on earth.

By the time they reached the school gate, he felt like he’d aged a year.

“Bro! What a coincidence! We arrived together!” The pervy fatso came running toward him, waving energetically.

Vigne glanced at him and said quickly, “Kouya, we’re going ahead,” before walking off with the girls. Even saintly Vigne clearly had zero patience for this guy.

The fatso didn’t seem bothered. He just grinned widely. “Congrats, bro! Looks like your harem just got two new members!”

“Get lost.”

“That silver-haired angel was Raphael, right? The one from the next class?” He leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially.

“You know her?”

“Yeah. The school’s doing a popularity poll, and she’s already in the top ten. Tons of guys worship her!”

What’s even the point of ranking popularity? Raphael’s clearly a snake in disguise!

“She doesn’t talk much, but she’s gentle, elegant, and her voice sounds like a songbird. She’s got perfect manners, the kind only a rich family could raise.”

Kouya blinked. Somehow, that sounded like a completely different person.

“But she’s new, so the current top girl is a senior with long black hair. The second is a twin-tailed art prodigy from second year. Her dad’s a British diplomat. Pretty impressive, huh?”

Kouya’s face stayed expressionless. For most guys like this idiot, looks were everything. Personality? Optional.

“Interested, bro? I spent all weekend gathering info!”

“Not even remotely,” Kouya replied coldly and walked away.

“Wait for me, bro!” The fat guy hurried after him, panting. As he caught up, Kouya noticed something odd sticking out of his backpack—a bunch of socks.

“Why are you carrying so many socks?”

The fatso blinked innocently. “I heard girls’ socks smell… nice.”

Nice, my ass!

Sweat is sweat—it stinks! There’s no such thing as a naturally fragrant sock!

And this idiot was the same guy who once claimed ‘girls’ breaths smell like grass.’ No wonder everyone treats him like a sewer rat!

“So you’re giving them as gifts?” Kouya asked flatly. “No girl’s going to accept that.”

“No, not gifts. I bought them myself,” he whispered proudly.

“Bought?”

“Yeah, they’re used socks. From our school’s girls. Still warm when I got them.”

Kouya’s brain stalled. The problem wasn’t the socks—it was this lunatic!

The fat guy sighed regretfully. “I wanted panties, but they’re hard to find. So I settled for socks. They’re still… usable.”

Usable?!

Someone call the cops! There’s a top-tier pervert right here!

“What’s wrong with men being perverts?!” the fatso declared proudly, puffing out his chest. “Wearing the panties of the girl you love on your head is every man’s dream!”

Dream, my ass!

That’s not romantic—it’s disgusting!

Other people wear underwear outside and become superheroes. You wear it on your head and turn into a world-class creep!!

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