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ArabicAnime Crossover: Eating Evil in a Daily World — Chapter 15
Chapter 15: Train Pervert
Don’t be fooled by how Yotsuya Miko looks teary-eyed and pitifully alluring when facing evil spirits. In reality, she possesses a strong sense of justice, holding far more courage than the average high school girl. After all, she survives under the high-pressure terror of grotesque monsters every single day.
When the train pervert realized he had been caught red-handed, a flash of genuine panic crossed his brow. However, the moment he got a clear look at Yotsuya Miko and registered her high school uniform, his expression shifted. The lecherous cowardice vanished, replaced by an unreasonable, aggressive toughness.
“Hey, little girl, you can’t just run your mouth and say whatever you want! What crime did I commit!?”
The passengers in the carriage were drawn by the sudden commotion, gathering around to watch the drama unfold. Being stared at by so many people at once did not make Yotsuya Miko timid in the slightest. She pointed a finger at him and accused him righteously.
“I just saw with my own eyes that you were using your hands to violate this lady’s body. That is molestation, a completely despicable act!”
Hearing this, the eyes of the surrounding crowd filled with disgust as they glared at the man, sparking a wave of hushed discussions.
“How disgusting.”
“No wonder he is dressed like a creep. Turns out he is actually here to do bad things.”
“Can someone call the transit police?”
Listening to the hostile chatter around him, the train pervert sneered twice and suddenly raised his voice.
“Then tell me, who exactly did I molest!? Have her come out and testify right now!”
Yotsuya Miko froze upon hearing his demand. She obviously did not expect the other party to dare to quibble so arrogantly even after being called out. She cast an expectant gaze toward the office lady, hoping for backup. Instead, the woman turned her head away, her face pale and timid, and spoke in a panicked stutter.
“I… I don’t know anything. It has nothing to do with me.”
This immediate denial left Yotsuya Miko completely at a loss. She had clearly seen it just a moment ago. When the office lady was being touched, her face was filled with intense resistance, yet she did not dare to make a single sound or fight back. It was exactly like how Miko herself acted when facing terrifying evil spirits.
Yotsuya Miko had taken the initiative to help because, from a certain perspective, she deeply empathized with the woman’s helpless situation.
But why?
Why did it turn into this current situation?
Seeing Yotsuya Miko fall silent and unable to produce a victim, the train pervert’s arrogance inflated to a rampant degree. He looked around at the onlookers in the carriage and spoke with a tone of righteous indignation.
“Everyone, you all saw it for yourselves. Nothing happened at all, yet this brat is out here slandering me. What is this!? This is blatant defamation!”
The onlookers exchanged uncertain glances. The disgust in their eyes shifted into suspicion as they looked back at Yotsuya Miko, whispering among themselves.
“What exactly is going on here?”
“This girl… does she have some kind of delusion?”
“She said someone was being molested, but the key issue is there is no victim. Isn’t this just framing an innocent person?”
“Heh, it is really hard to judge young people nowadays. Always looking for attention.”
Facing the skeptical gazes and harsh remarks of the crowd, Yotsuya Miko stood rooted to the spot, looking entirely lost. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides as she struggled to understand how things had turned out this way.
Wasn’t she doing the right thing?
Seeing the situation completely reverse in his favor, a smug, twisted smile curled at the corners of the pervert’s mouth.
“Which school are you from? I am going to file a formal complaint with your principal. How could there be a student as malicious as you!?”
Anyone capable of molesting people on a crowded public train was bound to have a few screws loose in their head. What he enjoyed was not merely the physical thrill of the act. What truly excited him the most was targeting women who did not dare to resist, watching them struggle helplessly in his clutches, filled with disgust yet entirely powerless. To him, that psychological dominance was absolutely exhilarating.
And now, Yotsuya Miko, standing isolated and under fire from everyone in the carriage, was the absolute perfect victim in his eyes. How could he possibly let her go so easily?
“I am talking to you, brat!”
He reached out, intending to grab Yotsuya Miko by the shoulder.
Just then, a calm voice cut through the tension.
“Let’s talk this out properly.”
A hand reached out from the side, clamping down on the pervert’s wrist like a vice.
“Who the hell are you?”
The pervert snapped his head up, sizing up Yozora’s face. The newcomer was so ridiculously handsome that it actually made the creep feel a spike of ugly jealousy. He snorted disdainfully.
“Are you this little girl’s boyfriend? Perfect timing. Tell me, how exactly should we resolve this mess she caused?”
Hearing this loaded question, Yozora carefully observed the older man’s expression. After a few seconds of silence, he let out a dry chuckle.
“Wow, you absolute piece of trash. Are you really trying to play out some NTR blackmail fantasy in real life?”
Yozora was a veteran eroge connoisseur. Just by looking at the undisguised, sickening excitement on the man’s face upon seeing a boyfriend appear, he could perfectly guess what kind of twisted script was running through the creep’s head.
Good grief.
‘Little girl, you wouldn’t want to be expelled from school, would you?”Young man, you wouldn’t want your girlfriend’s life to be ruined, would you?’
“You have quite the twisted imagination,” Yozora said, his tone laced with amusement. “Don’t be so hasty.”
Seeing that the pervert wanted to open his mouth to bark another threat, Yozora interrupted him with a bright smile and casually waved his smartphone in front of the man’s face.
“Take a look at this first.”
The train pervert glanced at the screen casually, expecting some kind of bluff. But the moment he registered the video playing on the display, his entire body froze stiff. His expression, which had been overflowing with arrogant confidence just a second ago, instantly shattered into sheer panic.
“Th-this… this, this…”
Yotsuya Miko, who was currently being shielded behind Yozora’s back, caught a brief glimpse of what was playing on the screen. It was a high-definition recording of the man molesting the office lady, captured from a perfect angle without a single blurry frame.
“Everyone,” Yozora announced, turning the screen around to show the recording to the surrounding passengers. “Take a good look. This is irrefutable proof.”
The train pervert knew his goose was cooked. He could not talk his way out of hard video evidence. Sweating profusely, he immediately tried to yank his arm back and bolt for the nearest exit.
But just then, the fingers Yozora had clamped around his wrist applied just a tiny bit of extra pressure.
The man let out a shrill cry of pain. Cold beads of sweat broke out across his forehead as his legs completely gave way. He collapsed to his knees on the carriage floor, his face twisted in sheer agony.
Yozora crouched down, casually tucking his phone away into his pocket while maintaining his iron grip on the man’s wrist. Wearing a kind, gentle smile, Yozora reached out with his free hand and patted the man’s cheek. The physical force behind the friendly pats was so heavy it was practically the same as slapping him across the face.
“Now, what should we do with you?”
As Yozora applied even more crushing pressure to the wrist joint, the pervert felt so much pain that tears and snot streamed down his face in a messy mixture. Looking utterly pathetic, he abandoned all his previous arrogance and begged for mercy repeatedly.
“I am sorry! I was wrong, I was wrong! Please, just let me go!”
Yozora acted as if he had not heard a single word of the pathetic pleading, merely chuckling to himself in a low, dark tone.
“How about I let an evil spirit eat you? How is that for a fitting punishment?”
As those words left his mouth, Yotsuya Miko suddenly felt a freezing, unnatural chill wash over her entire body.
The very next second, under Miko’s horrified gaze, a pale, gigantic hand manifested out of thin air right inside the train carriage. It was faint and translucent, like a ghostly mirage, and although its edges were blurry, it exuded a suffocating, terrifying aura of malice.
The long, pitch-black fingernails on its five massive fingers were as sharp as butcher blades. They lightly grazed the train pervert’s cheek, moving with deliberate slowness, as if a predator were playing with its trapped prey with keen interest.
Yozora’s tone remained perfectly cheerful, sounding no different from when he casually joked around with her on a normal day, but the words spilling from his lips were bone-chilling.
“Should I crush you into paste, or should I just eat you alive? I wonder which way would be more entertaining to watch?”