Saeko Busujima looked at the few delinquent middle-aged men blocking her path. They had been following her for some time, and now that they had reached a less crowded area, they finally could not hold themselves back any longer.
To be honest, seeing these men before her... inevitably reminded Saeko Busujima of her middle school days, memories she was almost unwilling to revisit.
Back then, she had also been assaulted by a pervert on her way home from school...
Given Saeko Busujima's looks, such things were not exactly surprising.
Of course, do not get the wrong idea. Saeko Busujima was still pure. As the descendant of a traditional Japanese family, she was an exceptionally proper traditional woman—skilled at cooking, humble and gentle toward others, and well versed in the ways of being a wife. That was, if one ignored... her somewhat oblivious understanding of clothing.
Saeko Busujima had carried a wooden sword with her at the time, so she had deliberately allowed the pervert to approach before severely injuring him with it, breaking his leg and shoulder blade.
After that incident, Saeko Busujima painfully realized that she had strong violent impulses. When she struck that pervert, she had felt incredibly happy and excited.
She believed there was an unforgivable darkness hidden within her heart, that she was unworthy of having a maiden's heart. Thus, although she had once liked a boy afterward, she had never confessed.
Because she believed someone like her had no right to confess, nor any right to love or be loved. So even now, in her third year of high school, Saeko Busujima had never had a boyfriend.
Over here in Eastern Island, high school was equivalent to university in Shenzhou... If you did not have several passionate romances during those three years of high school,