Volume 2 – Chapter 63 – Bullies

“So, what have you been doing? Looking for other useless idiots to be your friends?” asked Izumi.

“No Izumi, look. She’s being shopping?” said Sae.

“Really? What? Another of those useless mangas that she likes? Gross” said Izumi, not hiding the contempt in her voice.

“No, look. It looks like she was buying clothes, and from very good stores” said Minako.

“Really?! This ugly otaku is able to choose clothes properly?! I guess everything is possible” said Izumi.

Just as I remember, they started to criticize and say mean things about me.

They have always been like this, and no one never stopped them from doing whatever they wanted.

They were one of the reasons why I worked so hard to change to a different school. A better school.

I wanted to be as far away from them as possible.

“Excuse me Izumi, but I have to-” I said.

“What’s this of calling me ‘Izumi’ again? For you it’s ‘Lady Nogami’, remember?” said Izumi, with her voice filled with disgust.

“Maybe she’s just feeling a little embarrassed from what she bought” pondered Minako.

“Ooohh I bet that’s what it is Sae. Let me take a look” said Sae.

“Wha?! Stop it! Get your hands off my things” I protested.

I didn’t want to have them see what I bought, especially because in some of those bags were also the clothes that Onii-chan bought.

I tried to stop them from messing with our things, but there were three of them and only one of me.

“Waaahh, look at this, it’s not bad. I probably should take it for myself, it’s a waste having her wearing these clothes” said Izumi.

“You got a good piece there Izumi but look what I got, boy clothes! She probably was going to cross-dress or something. Disgusting” complained Sae.

“Maybe, but she also could be here shopping with a boy, right?” asked Minako, with just a speck of sarcasm in her voice.

“Nah, that’s impossible. No guy would ever like an otaku idiot like her, she got to be cross-dressing or something like that” dismissed Izumi.

“Well, she may not be with a boy, but she certainly looks like she wants to attract someone’s attention. Look how tight these clothes are. I bet that If I tried them they would tear” complained Minako.

“You’re right Minako. I guess that’s the only way she can attract a guy anyway, dressing like a whore” said Sae.

Like that they continued to look through all of the clothes that Onii-chan and I bought, holding with them what they liked and just dropping on the ground what they didn’t like.

It’s not like they need to take things because they lack the money to buy them. In fact, from what I remember Izumi was from a relatively rich family.

Having them in front of me so casually throwing insults at me, like what they were saying was just the truth, left me completely speechless. I wanted to rebuke their words, but I just couldn’t utter a single sound.

They were always like this back at my old school, insulting people and trampling over them like it was nothing, ruining their lives and having a kick out of it. Whether it was the students or teachers, no one ever manage to stand up to them.

I don’t know the details but apparently their parents had some kind of influence on the school or something, so no one was able to say a word against them.

All three of them were the perfect example of spoiled rich kids.

When they set their sights on me they immediately started to insult my tastes for clothes, accessories, hairstyle.

Everything.

It was only a matter of time until they started to say mean things about me liking manga and anime. They called me useless otaku, useless NEET, disgusting fujoshi, and other mean things that I don’t want to remember.

Their abuse was so bad that for some time I actually thought that there was something wrong in liking what I liked. For a time I thought that maybe I should just drop all of that and look for other things to pass time.

My family noticed that. They said that I was looking depressed, like there was something that was weighing on me, but I didn’t want to bother them with my problems.

“Well, if she wants to attract guys then let's help her” said Izumi, with a sadistic grin on her.

Both Minako and Sae smiled, with a glint of sadistic on their eyes as well. All three of them looked at me at the same time, like they found a prey they want to play.

Them they immediately pounced at me.

“Stop that! Get your hands off me” I protested.

They start to make a mess all over me. My hair, my clothes, my make-up. They left nothing untouched.

I could hear the sound of people around us increasing, but I was too busy trying, and failing, to deal with those three demons to concern myself with what was going on.

Suddenly they dropped me and, before I realized it, I heard the sound of a phone camera.

I looked back in their direction, and I saw Izumi pointing her phone in my direction.

“Hehehe, that looks nice. What do you think Rina?” she asked and turned the phone, showing to me the picture on the screen.

I was shocked by what I saw. My shirt was shredded in a very revealing way, my pants were unbuttoned, revealing my panties, my hair was all messy like I had just gotten out of bed, I was holding myself in a way that emphasized my chest.

“What do you think? If we make a little light editing then I’d bet that a looooot of guys would be interested in having fun with, don’t you?♪” asked Izumi, her voice dripping with a sweetness that was so out of place that it was disgusting.

She filled me with an inexplicable sense of dread. There was no way I didn’t understand what she was implying. There were rumors back in my old school about girls that caught Izumi's attention to be involved in questionable ‘activities’, both older and the same age as her.

I couldn’t let this kind of thing happen now, right after I thought I had escaped those monsters, and especially today.

I was about to pounce on her, to try to get my phone back, when someone caught Izumi's wrist.

All of us were surprised by that sudden development. We were so concentrated on each other that we didn’t realize that someone was getting close.

Once I saw who was that caught her by the wrist, I felt more relieved than I ever thought to be possible.

“Onii-chan!”