Teacher, I Am Actually a Villainous Magical Girl

Under the cover of night, the two of them walked toward the home of Sakaki Chika.

After walking for a while, they arrived at the front door of Sakaki Chika's house, and Sakaki Chika stopped in her tracks, immediately spotting a note stuck to the door.

Sakaki Chika's body stiffened for a moment, and feeling at a loss, she could only silently pretend nothing was wrong as she tore down the debt notice.

She had gotten a spare key made over the last couple of days, so she no longer needed to knock.

She turned around and saw Teacher Haihara standing a short distance away from the door:

"Teacher... I need to speak with my family first. Could you please wait outside for a moment?"

Teacher Haihara nodded, agreeing to the request.

Sakaki Chika used her key to open the door, pulled it open just enough to slip through, and stepped inside on tiptoe. However, shortly after entering, she was hit by the overwhelming stench of alcohol.

Her heart sank.

This time, she had no idea how much the man had drunk.

In fact, the reason she had been coming home late was that she hoped the man might be slightly more sober if she arrived later.

Not long after coming inside, Sakaki Chika saw the man, who was dead drunk.

The man's expression seemed exceptionally grim today; he appeared to have been beaten, as there were injuries on his face, and combined with the heavy drinking...

"...Where's the money for today?"

The man quickly noticed Sakaki Chika and began to slur his words.

"..."

Sakaki Chika remained silent for a moment, uneasily placing her hands in front of her skirt and hooking her fingers together:

"The money... I will give it to you soon. Today... my teacher is coming over. Could you please... I mean... I'm begging you..."

Hearing her words, the man stood up and lurched toward her. Sakaki Chika instinctively stepped back, but there was nowhere left to go but the door.

"Then... hic... what about now?"

He reached out his hand, demanding money from her again.

Sakaki Chika opened her shoulder bag and fished out her wallet—a soft, white, rabbit-shaped purse.

But when she opened it, it was completely empty, containing only a few scattered small bills and coins.

Because she was afraid he would snatch her living expenses, she had left most of her money at school...

Seeing the shriveled rabbit, the man's expression turned even more terrifying.

Sakaki Chika said, at a loss:

"Th-there is only this much left for now, but I can borrow some from my friends tomorrow..."

If she borrowed from her manager or her colleagues in the idol group, she should be able to get some...

But this only infuriated the drunken man. He reached out and slapped the hand Sakaki Chika was using to hold the wallet.

"--Don't look down on me! You definitely have more money, hand it over!"

The man roared.

Sakaki Chika's rabbit wallet was knocked to the floor, where it lay looking pitiful.

She clutched her hand, nodding numbly:

"I-I'm sorry, but I really don't have any right now. I... I'll go borrow some in a little while..."

"Don't try to lie to me. Aren't you an idol? You have so many fans, go ask them for money!"

The man suddenly grabbed Sakaki Chika's arm, pulling at the wounds she had sustained earlier, causing her expression to twist in pain.

"My money really all went to paying off the debts..." Sakaki Chika said, feeling aggrieved.

"Don't they send you gifts? Give me all those things, there must be something valuable among them!"

Sakaki Chika's expression turned frantic:

"Anything... anything but those. I won't give those to you..."

The man's expression twisted into one of irritation.

He glared viciously at Sakaki Chika, then grabbed her by the hair. Sakaki Chika cried out in pain as he yanked her head back and forth.

"Don't think I don't know how you got popular. Do you really think you're some kind of beloved idol?"

She had no way to resist.

She saw the man raise his fist again.

Sakaki Chika realized immediately what he was about to do.

Terrified, she closed her eyes, waiting for the beating that was about to come from this man.

However, the pain she imagined never arrived.

Sakaki Chika opened her eyes in confusion...

In front of her, a slender, elegant hand had caught the fist the man was about to strike with.

Beside her stood Teacher Haihara, who was usually indifferent and lazy.

The man's hand was grabbed by Haihara.

The man seemed confused by the woman who had suddenly appeared, and he loosened his grip on Sakaki Chika's hair.

Haihara said coldly—

"Scum, don't touch my student."

This time, her tone was icy, and for once, it felt like she actually had some life in her.

After grabbing the man's hand, she punched him in the face, sending him flying directly into the wall nearby.

"Teacher..."

Sakaki Chika was stunned, seemingly never having expected things to turn out this way.

Haihara didn't look at Sakaki Chika; she only looked at the drunken man in front of her, wearing an expression of disgust.

The man was dazed from the blow, clutching his swollen, red face.

"The injuries on your body, were they also caused by him?"

Haihara's tone toward Sakaki Chika wasn't very gentle either, sounding even colder than before.

Sakaki Chika was a bit frightened and nodded uncertainly.

"I see."

Haihara said this simply, then walked over to the man who had fallen down.

She grabbed the man by his collar with one hand and hauled him up.

Then, she slammed her other fist into the man's face; the sound was so loud it was almost bone-shattering, and it caused the man's previous facial injuries to start bleeding.

Sakaki Chika heard the man's screams.

But immediately after, Haihara drove her knee into the man's stomach and grabbed his head—

"—Bang!"

"—Bang!"

"—Bang..."

She slammed his head against the wall several times until he was bloodied and bruised, only then did Haihara stop, feeling somewhat satisfied.

She brushed off her hands and looked at the dazed Sakaki Chika.

"What are you standing there for? The home visit is over."

Haihara adjusted her glasses and said flatly.

Chapter 23: Teacher Ethics

At night, Haihara and Sakaki Chika sat on a park bench by the street, and Haihara gently lifted Sakaki Chika's collar to check the injuries on her body.

They were mainly on her arms and shoulders, with not many elsewhere, but for a young girl, such injuries were disastrous.

"You're an idol, aren't you? Isn't it a terrible thing to have scars on your body? Did you treat all of these yourself?"

Haihara let go and looked at Sakaki Chika, who had been staring at her the whole time.

"...Yes, I didn't dare go to the hospital."

Sakaki Chika lowered her head and whispered.

"Go to the hospital properly later," Haihara said coldly.

However, things like this could just be handled by her Magical Girl side; after all, Star Flower was the type who excelled at magic.

She had originally only intended to do a home visit to scare this kid, never expecting something like this to happen...

Haihara wasn't exactly a saint, but she certainly possessed morals above the passing line; it was impossible not to be angry when encountering something like this.

So, was the reason she became an idol because her family owed money?

"So, why are you paying off debts for that man?"

This was the part that confused her the most.

Judging by what she just saw, the two didn't seem to have any emotional connection, and Sakaki Chika was a successful idol; her income should be enough for her to live independently.

Sakaki Chika hugged one arm with the other, her mouth opening and closing, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

After a while, she seemed to think of something.

"I became an idol... because he has some, leverage over me..."

She couldn't tell Teacher Haihara about the Magical Girl business, so this was all she could say.

Haihara pushed up her glasses, pondered for a moment, and then looked at Sakaki Chika, asking curiously:

"Is he planning to post it online? Or does he know people in the industry? Can a drunkard who spends all day drinking really cause any damage to your career? Or does he gain something from this?"

Sakaki Chika froze, instantly rendered speechless.

Seeing Sakaki Chika's reaction, Haihara was speechless for a moment.

Just a moment ago, she had also used magic to view a portion of the man's memories, and she could roughly guess what that so-called "leverage" was.

To be honest, Haihara truly couldn't imagine how such a thing could serve as leverage.

Haihara placed her hand on Sakaki Chika's face, stroking it slightly to soothe her:

"Listen well, the problems you think you have are not problems at all to an adult. Don't you have a manager? Tell her; she should be able to resolve these kinds of issues."

"Even if there is something you can't tell your manager, I can help you solve it."

After all, that man was just a good-for-nothing gambler.

This was a world where magical girls existed, a world where villainous organizations existed.

It would be far too strange for a magical girl who saves the world to be threatened by scum and live every day in fear of debt.

After saying this, Haihara's expression turned cold again. Her hand, which had been stroking, shifted to a pinch; she grabbed Sakaki Chika's face and pulled at those fair, soft cheeks:

"And you need to understand now that you are no longer a child. Since your parents can't help you, then as someone with the ability to be financially independent, you should learn to act like an adult."

Like her own parents, who had left her when she was very young.

She had essentially worked part-time jobs to put herself through high school, and the same went for university.

In her eyes, Sakaki Chika was truly foolish beyond measure.

That was why she hated minors; they were simply too immature, unable to even protect themselves.

After Haihara finished speaking, Sakaki Chika lowered her head and remained silent for a long time.

A moment later, Haihara heard the sound of sobbing.

Sakaki Chika's eyes turned red. She reached out to wipe the corners of her eyes, but tears flowed down again almost immediately.

She kept wiping her eyes with both hands, but soon broke down into a messy cry. As she sobbed and wiped, she let out a pitiful, choked sound:

"Th-thank you, Teacher... but I'm really... so scared..."