My Girlfriend is an Evil Woman

Two young public security officers, one wielding a baton and the other clutching a radio, cautiously approached Kitahara Hideji. It wasn’t that they were timid, but Kitahara Hideji’s current appearance was truly alarming. His white shirt and tie were splattered with blood, and his once handsome face was now marred with ominous red spots. At a glance, he looked more like a cold-blooded killer with dozens of lives on his hands than a high school student.

The scene behind him was even more shocking – a chaotic mass of injured individuals writhing on the ground, their moans creating an eerie chorus. The injured were scattered on the road and had spilled into the apartment building’s entrance, making it impossible to gauge just how many victims were inside.

Under these circumstances, the two public security officers were gripped by extreme unease. Their hands were empty – they weren’t authorized to carry firearms, and criminal cases of this magnitude were beyond their jurisdiction. Armed only with their batons, they felt utterly helpless. Looking at Kitahara Hideji’s menacing demeanor, they feared that he might unleash his rage on them next.

Fortunately, Kitahara Hideji’s anger was ultimately tempered by reason. He had no intention of antagonizing the entire law enforcement apparatus, and he wasn’t impulsive enough to assault officers. After observing the two visibly anxious public security officers and glancing at the now dazed Ota Tateyo, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and momentarily calmed his emotions. Then, he slowly dropped the wooden sword and raised his hands, though he refrained from squatting down with his head lowered. Instead, he called out loudly, “Officers, I acted in self-defense. These individuals forcibly entered a private residence.”

Kitahara Hideji’s cold demeanor gave way to a more composed and approachable expression. The two public security officers, still holding their batons warily, cautiously approached him. Upon closer inspection, they inexplicably found themselves warming to his presence, sensing that he might not be as sinister as he initially seemed. Nonetheless, the fact remained that the scene before them was one of carnage, regardless of who was right or wrong. Kitahara Hideji was at the center of it all, and the danger he posed was evident.

One of the officers took out a pair of handcuffs, preparing to restrain Kitahara Hideji before assessing the situation further. However, Kitahara Hideji was not eager to be handcuffed. He spoke softly, attempting to negotiate, “Officer, I’m not yet eighteen years old, and I won’t flee or cause harm. Can we skip the handcuffs?”

The Juvenile Protection Law had provided leniency to many delinquents, and if even they could benefit from it, then Kitahara Hideji hoped to enjoy the same privilege.

“Are you over fourteen years old?”

“I am.”

With a crisp sound, the handcuffs were placed on Kitahara Hideji’s wrists. However, the public security officer who handcuffed him seemed somewhat remorseful. He signaled to another officer to retrieve a towel from the police bicycle and placed it over Kitahara Hideji’s hands to cushion them. He gently patted Kitahara Hideji’s shoulder as a gesture of comfort and softly advised, “Don’t struggle too much, so you won’t hurt your hands by tightening the cuffs.”

Kitahara Hideji couldn’t help but feel speechless. He had been frustrated with his high Charm Value before, constantly being pestered by clueless girls. But now, he almost wished his Charm Value was over a hundred – maybe then he could secure some better treatment, at least avoiding having to wear these “bracelets.”

After a while, reinforcements from the public security station arrived. Police cars blared their sirens, creating a piercing cacophony. Meanwhile, on the fourth floor, Yoko heard the commotion and cautiously opened the door a crack. She stood on tiptoe and peered down, seeing a significant police presence below. Kitahara Hideji was being escorted towards a police car. Her heart raced, and without a second thought, she sprinted downstairs, brushing past the police officers and medical personnel who were preparing to assess the extent of Kitahara Hideji’s injuries.

No one paid her any mind as she ran, her fear growing with each step. She was terrified that Kitahara Hideji had caused a major incident, and tears welled up in her eyes. Bursting out of the apartment building, she saw Kitahara Hideji being gently pushed into the police car. Her vision blurred as she exerted all her strength to cry out, “Onii-san!”

Kitahara Hideji heard her voice, halted, and turned his head to glance back. He spoke in a friendly tone to the police officer by his side, “Officer, that’s my little sister. Can I talk to her for a moment?”

The officer hesitated for a moment, casting a brief glance at Yoko. Seeing that she was likely around ten years old and posed no threat, and also noting her trembling figure, he relented. He stepped aside and engaged in conversation with the driver of the police car.

Yoko hurriedly ran over, her steps quick. She threw herself into Kitahara Hideji’s arms, tightly embracing him. Her voice choked with emotion, she said, “Onii-san, I’m sorry. It’s my fault! I caused this to happen to you! I’m sorry!”

Yoko might have been somewhat precocious for her age, but she lacked worldly experience. Hiding in her room, she hadn’t witnessed the events that had transpired. Seeing so many police officers, she instinctively believed that something terrible had occurred.

Kitahara Hideji squatted down, using his cuffed hands to wipe away her tears. He comforted her in a gentle tone, “Don’t cry, Yoko. Don’t frighten yourself. It’s not a big deal. By the way, the police might want to ask you some questions later. Just tell them everything truthfully, don’t be afraid. Understand?”

“I’ll take responsibility!” Yoko held onto his hand firmly, her small hand gripping his larger one tightly. Tears streamed down her face as she nodded vigorously.

Kitahara Hideji chuckled softly, his voice somewhat hoarse, “I’m the one who got into the fight, what responsibility do you need to take? Don’t talk nonsense, Yoko. Stay at home, wait for me to come back… Well, close the door, call the police if anything happens, take care of yourself and Hyakujirou.”

Ono Yoko was anxious, “But this happened because of me…”

Kitahara Hideji interrupted her, speaking softly but earnestly in her ear, “Don’t do anything unnecessary, don’t say unnecessary things. Stay at home and wait for me. Don’t worry me, Yoko.”

In reality, Ono Yoko wanted to go with Kitahara Hideji to the public security station, to be there for him through thick and thin. However, seeing the seriousness in Kitahara Hideji’s expression, she realized that her presence might not be helpful and could even make things more complicated. After a moment of hesitation, she suddenly reached out and hugged his neck, pressing her little face against his, and with suppressed sobs, she earnestly said, “I’ll wait for you, Onii-san, no matter how long it takes.”

Despite Kitahara Hideji’s constant reassurances, Yoko relied on her experience from TV dramas, where the male lead always faced hardships and would gently smile at the female lead saying, “It’s okay, don’t worry.” She felt that something major was happening and couldn’t help feeling scared.

It was only natural. After all, she was just ten years old, and the composure required in the face of adversity was still far from her reach. Not breaking down into sobs and panic was already commendable.

Kitahara Hideji was somewhat speechless. Why did it sound so ominous, as if he was about to be imprisoned? But this was Yoko caring about him, so he could only silently wipe away her tears, even though they seemed to keep flowing.

The middle-aged public security officer standing nearby felt that it was probably enough. He lightly patted Kitahara Hideji on the back, interrupting their “farewell of life and death.” His expression remained relatively gentle as he asked, “Is everything okay now?” He found himself inexplicably having a favorable impression of this young Kitahara Hideji, which was why he allowed a bit of leeway, but he couldn’t let them go on talking endlessly.

“You’ve caused us some trouble, officer. Thank you,” Kitahara Hideji expressed his gratitude and then told Yoko, “Go back quickly.” He was then pushed into the car, which drove off towards the public security station.

Sitting in the car, he turned his head to look back and saw Yoko’s small figure standing by the roadside, seemingly desperately wiping away tears. He couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle softly. To Ono Yoko, being taken away by the police might seem like a huge problem, but it wasn’t as serious as she thought.

It wouldn’t be worth sacrificing his own future for some lowlifes.

Even when he let his more aggressive side take over and lost some control over his emotions, he still had some rationality left. He was pretty sure he hadn’t caused any major harm with his actions. At most, he might have inflicted some minor injuries or maybe a broken bone. If he had really wanted to cause serious harm, it wouldn’t have been that difficult. He was on the fourth floor at the time; he could have easily tossed a few down from there, potentially causing severe injuries or even fatalities. But that would have had serious consequences for his future, regardless of whether it was deemed self-defense. He didn’t want to be labeled a killer, even if justified. Besides, if it was indeed self-defense and he took down seven or eight people or left several disabled, he imagined a judge would need a significant amount of “brain-dead” moments to believe it.

However, the current situation wasn’t without its troubles.

He closed his eyes and began to calm himself, preparing to handle whatever challenges lay ahead. There was nothing to fear; those who were afraid of trouble never achieved anything significant. He saw it as an opportunity to test and strengthen his character.