76 Let's meet Kirishima

"Ouch!!!"

The howl, which was more powerful than that of the middle-aged man, echoed in this narrow bathroom.

Watching the fat man kneel on the ground, his head touching the floor, only able to howl, unable to move,

Both the young man, who almost got castrated, and the bald man, who attacked with sinister and ruthless intent, trembled in unison.

And Sasaki, who was also forcing someone to do this for the first time, also shifted his eyes slightly.

After all, no man would be indifferent to this painful sight.

But it was just a fleeting thought of 'that must hurt' in his mind.

As for feeling any compassion...

Holding Rinka tightly in his arms, feeling her body burning up with fever and looking at her swollen cheeks, Sasaki reached out and stroked her hair.

Compassion is for humans, not for beasts.

For what they did and what they were going to do..

They could die a hundred times over and over, and it wouldn't be too many for him.

"Whew..."

He exhaled.

A smile appeared on Sasaki's face, and he looked up at the two people who were slumped on the ground, seemingly frightened.

With a smile and a blink, he slanted his gaze towards the bald man.

The two men sitting on the ground, who had been silently paying attention to the devil, fearing he might trample them to death next, obviously noticed his 'subtle' movement.

Not wanting to wait for the bald head to react from his daze,

The young man, having learned his lesson and always on guard, had a fierce look on his face as he took the leaf and lunged at the bald man next to him.

"Eh? What are you doing?"

Being pinned down, the bald man's heart tightened, but before he could say anything more or make any defensive moves,

A blood-stained piece of broken ceramic tile was swiftly stabbed towards his groin.

"No, no, please!" Seeing the bloodied ceramic tile, the bald man's face drastically changed, and he frantically kicked and beat the young man on top of him.

Perhaps it was the power of lov..cough, desperation.

Just as the bloodied ceramic tile was about to touch him,

Like a bald man seared by flames, with a grimace, he suddenly kneed upwards, striking the young man in the groin.

Unlike the others who experienced intense pain due to bleeding,

The young man struck, this time instantly turned a yellowish-purple color.

His mouth opened wide, like a fish out of water, gasping but unable to make a sound.

Looking at the young man lying on top of him, with a bruised face and distorted facial features, looking half-dead.

The bald man, who was nearly castrated, had tears streaming down his pale face as he kicked him away while apologising.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean it... I'm sorry...

Bang bang——

Continuously kicking, trying to push the young man off him.

The young man, who knew that if he let this guy go, he would be doomed, clung to the bald man's body.

Once the pain beneath him subsided slightly, the much stronger young man began to beat him with the broken brick.

Standing aside, quietly listening to the bald man howling, 'no, no,' Sasaki turned his face, waiting for the ambulance.

When the sound of the ambulance finally arrived,

The two, bloodied from the nether and tangled with each other, had long passed out.

Glancing at the mess in the restroom, Sasaki, holding the feverish Okino Rinka, headed to the entrance.

And five or six doctors in white emergency uniforms approached.

"First, take us to the hospital, and take the four men in the men's restroom to Doctor Fujitsubaki."

"Understood."

It seems that Fujitsubaki's status is very high.

As soon as he said her name, the doctors shed their waterproof garments, covered Sasaki, and led the two of them into the ambulance.

The rest was out of Sasaki's hands.

After all, for all those temperature checks, hydration, and examinations, Sasaki could only watch.

Arriving at the hospital,

After he settled down with Rinka, he met the sexy but expressionless doctor again.

She was still wearing the pure white coat that reached her knees, with a

red tank top underneath that could barely cover her rounded whiteness, and black shorts reaching her thighs.

Sitting next to Rinka's hospital bed, Sasaki nodded a greeting as she entered.

"Those four guys got what they deserved, right?"

"Received, very efficiently."

With her hands in her pockets, Fujitsubaki curled her lips stiffly.

Sasaki: "..."

Looking at her forced smile, if he didn't know her well, Sasaki would have thought she was mocking him.

Before Sasaki could say anything more,

Dr. Fujitsubaki, who was not here to chat with him, took out a syringe as long as her index finger from her pocket.

It contained a pink liquid Sasaki didn't recognize.

Seeing her take out the syringe and advance toward Rinka without saying a word, he quickly grabbed her wrist:

"What are you doing?"

Noticing the growing coldness in the boy's eyes, knowing that he had misunderstood her, the latter explained expressionlessly:

"It's just to help her recover faster. You wouldn't want her to be bedridden for days, would you? This will make her feel better in a bit."

Hearing this, Sasaki, who already knew that this world was not normal, hesitated for a moment and let go.

She was standing in front of him; there was no need to lie to himself.

Of course, it did not eliminate the possibility that she might find Sasaki useful and thus leverage Rinka against him.

But this kind of thing, like taking off your pants and farting (Illogical action), is not a choice that a smart person should make.

The collaboration between the two has just begun.

If she simply thought Sasaki was useful and resorted to such a face-tearing method, then he could only say that Fujitsubaki damaged her own brain through research.

As for why he was so wary of her...

Sasaki didn't want Rinka to wake up and become a little shota...

Sitting aside, he watched Tsubaki take the needle and slowly insert it into the girl's slender arm.

Along with the disappearance of the medicine in the needle tube.

Rinka's face, which was originally as pale as paper, returned to rosy at speed visible to the naked eye.

The redness and swelling on the left cheek also disappeared quickly, along with the rosy complexion.

'Damn! Is it that powerful…'

Although he had some expectations for the black technology in this world, Sasaki's eyes still widened when he saw the immediate effect of the potion.

But what followed closely was the worry about the unknown.

"Does this thing have no side effects?"

After injecting the medicine, Doctor Fujitsubaki, who had stood up straight again, heard Sasaki's question beside her and responded expressionlessly:

"No, this medicine is harmless to the human body."

Raising his head and glancing sideways at the doctor, whose tone didn't change at all, Sasaki finally understood why she could support this somewhat ridiculous experiment alone.

After all, she could make a lot of money just by selling this potion.

With a sigh in his heart, he leaned forward and touched Rinka's forehead, which had returned to average temperature, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting back on the chair next to the bed, he raised his head and glanced at the indifferent doctor, who seemed to be in a hurry to leave:

"Thanks."

Fujitsubaki, who had not left the hospital for many years and had not heard any thanks for a long time, paused slightly as she walked out:

"Little things."

Putting her hands in her pockets, she turned sideways, and her eyes covered by reflective lenses, looked directly at Sasaki:

"Don't you want to go see Kirishima?"

Hearing the words, the latter paused.

Although he had this idea for a long time, but seeing the doctor in a hurry to leave, Sasaki was too embarrassed to mention it.

Now that she took the initiative to ask, he naturally did not refuse.

"Is it convenient?"

"Just a side trip."

"Let's go then."

'Let's meet the guy turned into a girl.