"Anything you wanna say, pervert." The pink haired kendo club member sneered down at the bespectacled girl, an action mimicked by her brunette friend as well.

This was the reason Aika never spend more time in school than she needed to. Sure her family wasn't exactly the best at giving affection due to her… interests but it was always better than after school. The small time frame where students could get at each other because none of them were stupid enough to break the rules in anyway under president Shitori's watch. Except for the perverted duo but she was quite sure that they had been dropped on their heads while they were babies.

Not that it mattered, after all she had a reputation among the female student population that was second only to them. She was seen as a pervert but let's be honest, she was a pervert. But she wasn't like the perverted duo.

Sure she had an talent that was quite similar to that bespectacled moron but she didn't spend all of her time acting like it was something amazing and try to provoke more than half of the student body with it by screaming the measurements at the top of his lungs. She used her own talent but kept it to herself… unless the subject was an asshole. Then she had no issues with revealing how their 'swords' were barely a small 'pocket knife'.

For some reason every asshole in the school had a tiny penis, or none at all.

Two exhibits for the latter case were surrounding her.

"Answer her, you little bitch!" The brunette kendo member snapped at her, slamming her hand to the wall, right next to Aika's head.

"I believe that is enough." A voice came from behind Mika's bullies as a shadow fell over them. A shadow that belonged to the new transfer student who looked less than amused, something that neither Murayama or Katase liked much since said transfer student was more than a head taller than them and built like a brick house.

In other words, the kendo girls were scared shitless.

"Oh, h-hello, Samson-kun. This is just…" Murayama tried to stutter some sort of excuse out but was cut off.

"Scram."

"Huh?" Both kendo girls were confused, which seemed to displease Cyrus even further.

"Scram!" He said once more, with more force, and scram they did.

"Hmm, I think you may have traumatized them." Then Aika realized that there was someone else with Cyrus, a man with a rather beautiful face and king dark hair, wearing clothes that somewhat resembled a lab coat but stylish.

"They can be as traumatized as they want. Or don't want… whatever, are you okay Aika?"

POV Return

{+10 Affection with Aika(90/100) for saving her from bullies.}

I was rather surprised that there was anyone in school with enough balls to bully anyone, thought that their fear of So-ta... fear of Sona would have made sure they wouldn't do anything like that.

Idiots gotta be idiots I guess.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just… anyway I'm fine." She said with a smile and I didn't believe her. Though trying to force the situation out of her might not be the best solution.

Softer approach then.

"Wanna come to my house? I was planning to have some chicken." There, nice and not forceful. She also seemed to like the idea of chicken.

"Sure, let's go." She said with a smile and grabbed my hand. But not calling her parents before such a decision? I did not like where this was going.

The walk home had been quiet, with the only thing one could find weird being the red bird flying over us, I didn't want to startle Aika with Anatole. That was for later.

The day had been rather hectic, dealing with devils trying to interrogate me, dealing with dumb fallen, then dealing with Serafall Leviathan's curiosity. So just frying some chicken while my servant and fuck buddy slash potential therapy patient was kinda relaxing.

The fact that I even thought such a thing showed how weird my life became.

"That smells nice." Aika giggles from the table, looking a lot more relaxed than she was before.

"Thanks." I said as I put a plate of chicken before her.

"Should I kiss the chef before the meal or after?" The bespectacled brunette asked with a wiggle of her eyebrows but unlike the last time we had our… fun, she didn't seem to have much spirit in it though.

"Aika…" I started, trying to sound as gentle as I could. "Please, tell me. What is the problem?" She looked shocked for a moment, before her eyes started to water and then she spilled everything.

How she was seen as nothing more than a female Motohama in the school after she made it know that a delinquent who tried to harass some girls had a small tool. How her interests in the less than socially accepted acts in the bedroom came to light before her family decided to shun her as well. And how Katase and Murayama made sure to bully her at any chance they could get, which was whenever they knew that Sona and the rest of the student council was away.

By the end of her confessions, Aika was a sobbing mess.

Learning all of these, especially her bullying problem, made me mad. Nay, I was livid. I may have had only one bj session with Aika but she was a fun girl and I liked her, nobody gets to hurt people I like and get away with it.

Sure some may claim that I was being hypocritical since I had killed Issei and Saji who were also perverts like Aika but counter argument! I hadn't killed them because they were perverts or because I disliked them. Sure I did but I killed them because they were potential obstacles to me. I didn't want to deal with their plot armor if it became a real thing, screw that.

But still none of that mattered since I needed to deal with Aika's problems now. And as I looked down at the bespectacled pervert who had finally stopped sobbing and was taking some calming breaths while she clutched my chest, I had an idea.

"Aika…" I rubbed her head. "…do you wanna get back at them?"