"Alex~ This is the bento box we made for you~"
During the break, Makoto happily handed him a bento box. "Considering that Yuki might have also made one for you, we deliberately made our portions a bit smaller."
The exquisite lunchbox, adorned with cartoon characters, was placed on Alex's desk. "It holds a piece of our heart, Alex~"
Alex's gaze shifted from Makoto's bouncing chest to the beautiful lunchbox. Curious, he asked, "A piece of everyone's heart? Did you all make the dishes inside?"
"Of course! Not just me and Chiaki, but Ai and Yui too. Everyone prepared a dish and put it inside. We all spent the whole of yesterday learning," Makoto Himeyama swore confidently. "No dark cuisine, don't worry."
"Yeah, yesterday was tough," Chiaki massaged her shoulder. "But the results are excellent. With Natsumi-san's help, Ai's cooking is already outstanding."
"Speaking of which, where is Ai?"
Not seeing the silver-haired gyaru, Makoto scratched her head. "I think she went to the restroom."
"It's probably good Ai isn't here, otherwise..." Chiaki looked at Natsuha Shinomiy, who looked slightly awkward. Chiaki, sitting in the front row, had seemingly noticed the three-way battle during class.
"We were only gone for a day, and Alex has already gotten so familiar with Natsuha-san. That's surprising."
"Well, because Alex helped me, so..."
"I know," Makoto Himeyama curiously examined the purple-haired beauty. My chest definitely doesn't lose to hers, but I'm incredibly envious of her silky, ankle-length hair. "The thing about that transfer student."
"But Natsuha-san usually seems very distant at school and barely talks to anyone, so I was a bit shocked."
"Distant? That's an exaggeration..."
The gathering of the class's top beauties attracted countless eyes. Among them, the conspicuous blond, Masaru Ooshika, stood outside the doorway, furious yet helpless.
Seeing Alex surrounded by a group of pretty girls made him grit his teeth, consumed by envy and jealousy, his body shaking with bitterness. Natsuha Shinomiy was one thing, but Chiaki and Makoto Himeyama were also top-tier beauties no less stunning than Natsuha.
Why him? Why does that guy get everything? He's just slightly stronger and better looking than me. Is he even as big as I am?
Growing more and more resentful, Masaru Ooshika stormed out of the classroom. Well, no matter how unwilling or unhappy he was, he didn't dare to go over and disturb them. Yesterday's trauma was still fresh, and he was terrified that Alex would once again unreasonably strike him with an elbow.
"Hmm?"
The resentful Masaru saw a silver-haired, red-eyed beauty walking toward him down the corridor, wiping her hands. It was the notorious gyaru of the class, Ai Kitakami. Since getting together with Alex, she rarely bullied other students anymore.
Masaru naturally recognized her. During class, she had been directly confronting Natsuha Shinomiy.
"Oh?"
Ai Kitakami, having just finished using the restroom and washing her hands, was drying her fingers with a handkerchief. Her manicured nails had been removed, revealing the natural color underneath, but even in their natural state, the small, cute nails were still lovely.
A shadow appeared, and a tall figure blocked her way, causing her to frown. Meeting Masaru Ooshika's ill-intentioned gaze, her brows furrowed even tighter. "Looking for trouble?"
"Don't misunderstand, Ai, I just wanted to chat. I saw everything during class. You and Natsuha Shinomiy seem to be at odds, don't you?"
The blond asked with a grin.
"Mind your own damn business."
"..."
Another girl might have been more polite, but who was she? She was a gyaru. Combined with his obvious wicked intentions, Ai Kitakami was annoyed and naturally had nothing nice to say.
The blond's smile gradually stiffened. "I just want to help you..."
"Help me? Why do I feel like you have an ulterior motive?" Ai Kitakami sneered. "Even if that Natsuha Shinomiy woman annoys me a bit, she's still easier on the eyes than you are."
"You've really misunderstood me, I hold no ill will toward you," Masaru Ooshika sensed the girl's surprising intensity. She's a gyaru, alright. He spoke in a placating tone. "As for Natsuha Shinomiy, you probably don't know, but when you were absent yesterday, her relationship with that Alex was quite intimate."
"..."
Ai Kitakami didn't respond, merely raising an eyebrow.
"It's true. In just one day, their relationship has gotten so..."
"So you're jealous?" Ai Kitakami interrupted him.
"Wha—"
"Don't bother faking it. You think I don't know you, Masaru Ooshika? The guy who constantly messes around with girls at school. And now you see a bunch of pretty girls gathering around Alex, so you're jealous?"
"Maybe Natsuha was your target too, but you didn't expect Alex to steal her away? Hah—"
Although Ai Kitakami was shorter than the blond, she looked up at Masaru Ooshika as if she was looking down on him. The undisguised contempt made the blond tremble all over.
His face flashed red and then green.
"Oh dear, while I find Natsuha-san annoying, I don't exactly hate her. If Alex truly likes her, of course, I won't object. After all, Alex is quite the playboy already~"
"!!!"
"Since you specifically came to find me, I might as well let Alex take her. It's better for her to be with Alex than to fall prey to a disgusting creep like you."
The blond was enraged. "Damn it!! Why?! Natsuha, and you too, why are you so utterly devoted to that Alex?! What is so great about that guy?!"
Masaru Ooshika roared in exasperation. "Is he better than me?! Is he bigger than me?! Compared to a guy like that, I am the real man! Ai, I am the one who can truly satisfy you!!"
Ai Kitakami's expression gradually turned cold, then she burst out laughing at the thoroughly broken blond in front of her. Of course, it was a laugh of pure mockery. "Ha! Ahahaha! Are you serious? Satisfy me?"
She glanced dismissively at his pants. "With you? Tsk... I'm sorry, but in my eyes, you're not even fit to lick his boot. In this world, only Alex can truly satisfy me. Stop deluding yourself in your own pathetic fantasy."
She continued to mock him. "You simply cannot imagine how incredible, how outstanding Alex is. Even when you add me, Chiaki, and all the women outside school, we are no match for him. He's so strong and lasts so long; he's practically a monster~"
"A narcissist like you should stop making a fool of yourself. Comparing yourself to Alex is an insult to him. Come to think of it... Natsuha joining has a benefit. Since Alex is so strong, she can take over when the rest of us are exhausted. Then, Natsuha will also be completely intoxicated beneath him—"
Faced with the fully aggressive, savage gyaru, Masaru Ooshika's eyes turned bloodshot. This was the first time he had been belittled to this extent by a woman. The completely defeated blond screamed.
"SHUT UP!!!"
He threw a punch.
Zzzzt—
Blocked by the Silver Mark. The intense pain hit Masaru Ooshika, who barely drew a breath before Ai Kitakami's foot followed immediately, striking fiercely right into his groin.
"You disgusting piece of trash! Who gave you the audacity!!"
"Agh—!!!"
The ferocity of the gyaru was displayed in full, brutal detail at that moment.