Oyaji Kanojo Chapter 8

The next day.

I was nervous since morning.

From now, I have to attend school as a girl.

I have to make sure I don’t destroy the relations.h.i.+p between this Oono Natsumi and her friends.

First, because of the circ.u.mstances, I don’t know anything about the real Natsumi’s mannerism. So let’s find someone who knows her.

When I walked towards the bust stop, a tall girl with a short hair greeted me with a smile.

“Natsumi~! Geez, I was so worried~!”

If I’m not mistaken, this girl is called Mitsui Miyu.

“I’m really fine now. Sorry for making you worried.”

“Both Noriko and Keiko already went on with their blind date, but you just won’t open your eyes. Your mother’s face was really pale, you know. She thought you were dying.”

Miyu hugged me tightly as she said that.

Uwaa. Her breast sure is big. It’s so soft.

It felt so good.

I pressed my face to rub Miyu’s breast, causing her to let out an erotic moan.

“Hey, Natsumi. It feels good, right?”

Wow….. So I’m allowed to do things like this?

Being a high school girl is really wonderful.

I’m truly grateful that I get reborn.

“Ehehe. Err, I just want to make sure of something, what am I usually called?”

“What are you saying? Isn’t it obviously Natsumi?”

“Well, I can’t remember some things because my head was. .h.i.t. When I asked the doctor, she said it’s going to come back eventually~”

“I see. You were in a coma after all. Don’t overdo it, okay? It’s fine to take it slow.”

Miyu brushed my head affectionately as she said that.

Girls sure are kind.

I’m afraid I’ll fall for her if she keep treating me this kindly.

“Natsumi, your face is red, you know? Are you really fine?”

“Eh, yeah. I’m not really sure myself.”

This is bad. I accidentally lost my cool.

I have to get accustomed with this.

Since high school girls like to do skins.h.i.+p.

We got into the bus as it finally arrived.

I understand now, so the bus coming from the west was relatively empty.

If it was from my apartment, the bus was already full.

The gap is only 2 or 3 bus stop, but the number of pa.s.sengers actually differs this much.

“Natsumi, why don’t we go karaoke today? For celebrating your recovery.”

Karaoke? I don’t know anything other than old songs, you see. Seriously.

Well, I’ll think something on the spot.

“G-Good idea. I agree.”

“I knew you’d agree. I look forward for your Wallet-kun then~”

Did she really just say Wallet-kun? Is it Natsumi’s boyfriend?

There is no way I can endure flirting with guys.

Though I wonder if I can get used to that.

“I-I see. So I have someone I’m going out with.”

“Huh? There’s no one like that. Didn’t you always turn down people who confessed to you? Somehow you always found faults with them. You also said you don’t want to sell yourself cheap.”

Selling myself cheap? It sounds like what a cabaret girl would say.

Could it be that I was actually a wicked girl even though I look this innocent?

Well, it’s only something a high school girl said. No need to take it seriously.

“Can you please tell me in detail about my acquaintances for a bit? Somehow I can’t remember one thing or another about them.”

Miyu accepted my request, albeit with a somewhat appalled expression.

“You’re really popular, you know. Well, that’s only natural considering how you look. You also appeared in a magazine once, so even the guys from other schools often came to ask you out.”

“Hmm~ Did I reject all of them?”

“Yeah. You said you aren’t interested with high school student. However, you’re an expert at manipulating people. Be it Komori, Morois.h.i.+, or Sakai, you flattered them skilfully so they often treated you for a meal or giving you some present. Of course, I also ended up getting treated as well. Ehehe~”

What’s up with that? That’s the worst!

Come to think of it, in the past I bought a 200 thousand yen bag because a girl from the same cla.s.s said to me that she might want to go out with me if I buy her a branded bag.

When she dumped me after I treated her to an expensive meal once, I fell into a long depression.

This girl actually like doing that kind of thing despite being so beautiful?

I can’t believe it…..

“Umm, that’s a joke, right?”

“Of course not. You more or less already did it to everyone, you know? Aren’t you the one who said it’s a waste if you don’t use your look to its maximum potential?”

Unbelievable. To think the beautiful, innocent Natsumi is actually a girl with a truly wicked heart……

Her family not knowing anything about this means that Natsumi had a facade of being an honor student on the outside.

For some reason I got so angry that my body was trembling and I unconsciously gritted my teeth.

“Natsumi, is there something wrong? You look sick.”

I stopped myself from las.h.i.+ng out at Miyu with much difficulty.

It’d be bad if I destroy Oono Natsumi’s relations.h.i.+p with her friend.

It’s possible that Miyu was only exaggerating.

Suddenly, I felt something uncomfortable. It seemed that something hard was touching my b.u.t.t.

Before I knew it, the bus have become packed.

Maybe it was some bag that touched me?

“Mn. I’m fine.”

As I answered, the bag that touched my b.u.t.t moved up and down.

Something’s strange.

“Come to think of it , that guy Tanabe tried to talk with you while in cla.s.s over and over again. I’m sure that he also fell for you, Natsumi.”

Who the heck is Tanabe?

As I thought that, something different from earlier touched my b.u.t.t.

It’s a pervert. There’s no mistaking it, he’s touching my b.u.t.t right now.

I seized his hand and turned back.

The middle aged man who was touching my b.u.t.t is now looking at me, dumbfounded.

“Wh-What’s with you? Holding other people hand all of the sudden, don’t you think it’s rude!?”

I spoke with low volume as I glared sharply at the pervert.

“You, aren’t you ashamed with your age? Groping a high school girl like that…..”

His face flushed, and he abruptly yelled.

“What did you say! Young girl, I won’t forgive you! Get off! Get off the bus with me right now!”

What a nasty guy. Groping a high school girl and then get angry at her when she pointed it out?

I hate this kind of guy the most.

I’ll teach him a lesson.

“Now just a minute there. What, you’re getting defiant now? You’re too old for that. I’ll let you choose, get hit by me right now or surrender yourself to the police?”

The middle aged man’s face turned even redder, then he shouted for some reason.

My ears feel hurt. What a troublesome guy.

In response, I hit his ears with an elbow strike.

With a groan, the middle aged man crouched down.

“Understand now? Did you think you can push your luck just because I’m a high school girl?”

I lifted his collarbone with a kick to check his condition.

The bus stopped as I confirmed that he had no will to fight left.

The middle aged man got off the bus as if he was running.

I snorted upon seeing that.

The office ladies around me all applaused lightly.

Miyu looked at me with an astonished expression.

“Natsumi, you’re awesome. What was that? Is it Karate? Or something else? I didn’t know you can do that.”

“Eh? Really? You didn’t know? I learned Karate for self-defense.”

Not good. I completely forgot that Miyu’s here.

But still, it was that, huh. If it were the previous me who did that, I’ll end up reported to the police. The people around me would also not applause like that.

On the contrary, if it’s a high school girl she’ll end up being admired. How nice.

I sure am lucky to have this look.

“Teach it to me too, please. I also want to beat up a pervert!”

Oh my. It’s not that easy to learn, you know.

It took me 20 years to get this strong.

But well, alright then.

“Okay. Let us two become Karate girls.”

“So cool~ Natsumi, you’re beautiful as well as strong, aren’t you perfect?”

“Really? Thank you. Fufufu~”

Somehow I already grew accustomed at using high school girls’ manner of speech.

Splendid, even if I say so myself.

Okay, here’s the thing. The author didn’t provide the reading of anyone’s name in the story (aka only kanji with no furigana). So I had to pick whatever name that sounds most fitting.

Most of the time it’s no problem, there’s only one possibility or the alternatives are simply too strange. But sometimes I have to randomly pick because there’s no obvious choice. For example, 典子 can be read as Noriko, Michiko, Tomoko, Fumiko, Mariko, Yoriko, Tsuneko, or Tenko.

Basically, what I want to say that all names mentioned in this story are subject to change in case the author mentions them with kana in the future.