“Yo. Hey there, miss. All by yourself?”

“Y-You! Who are you?! What do you want...?”

Pinned into the corner by a tall figure, the flaxen-haired girl clutched her shoulder bag tightly over her chest. Her body curled in on itself, her face pale with fear.

She wore a black above-the-knee skirt. On top was a white shirt, the buttons hanging wide open. Underneath was a white tube top, and around her neck was a black choker.

“Me? I just wanna have a cup of tea with you, that’s all. But...” After flashing a contemptuous smile, the man reached out and stroked the girl’s dyed, fashionably colored hair. He lifted a strand beneath his nose. “Mm! Smells good! Not bad at all!”

The blond punk’s behavior made the girl sick to her stomach. She tried to move away, but a large hand blocked her path.

He started pushing his luck. The blond stepped forward, and his left leg forcefully wedged itself between the girl’s slender legs—

“Y-You, if you come any closer, I’ll—I’ll! I’ll...” The girl’s beauty drained from her face as she looked around frantically, but she couldn’t find a single person who could help her.

Fear and disgust surged up at the same time. She was terrified. She’d seen guys hit on girls before, but never someone who started groping the moment he came up.

The endless stream of passersby from just moments ago now seemed to have gone deaf and mute, as if they’d vanished into thin air. No matter how the girl cried out, there was no response.

“You’ll what? Even if you scream your throat raw, no one’s coming to help you! Hehehehehe!” He let out a vile laugh, then ran his tongue over his lips.

The blond man’s face was full of lechery. He paid no mind to the girl’s resistance.

He shoved her hard against the wall. Her body pressed tight to the cold surface. She twisted and struggled, trying to fight back, but against the sturdy blond, it did absolutely nothing.

Through the shoulder bag, the girl pushed at him with all her strength. But when it came to raw power, she was far too weak. She couldn’t push him away, and her resistance only made the man more brazen.

He pinned her with one arm against the wall, then glanced around.

“Hehehe! This is great! Little lady, no one’s gonna help you! Ahahaha! Tch, why’s it taking so long? I can barely keep acting...” But it seemed the man was anxiously waiting for something, muttering under his breath.

“Help! There’s a pervert! Help!” the girl screamed at the top of her lungs. But her destined prince never appeared, and the passersby made no sound.

Second by second, time slipped away. The minute hand on the giant clock in the center of the shopping plaza had already made a full circle. Yet this blond punk only kept the girl trapped there, without making any further move.

The girl’s cries gradually replaced her screams. In the end, her body went limp, and she collapsed straight to the ground. Then she hugged her knees and began to sob.

The blond punk was baffled too. Why had the person who was supposed to show up still not appeared after all this time? Naturally, he was getting anxious. He started looking around, but there was still no sign of any male lead arriving on the battlefield.

His name was Chen Yaoyi, a blond punk through and through. Plenty of people had suffered at his hands. Of course, he’d once made a move on an overpowered heroine in the main world too, and naturally, he got utterly crushed.

Later, one of that overpowered heroine’s harem girls came throwing herself at him. For a moment, lust got the better of him, so he accepted. But in the end, he was the one who got pushed down. And that night, before he could even get started, the heroine arrived and took him out in one combo.

Whatever happened in the past, it didn’t matter now. This time, he absolutely had to give these two a proper push, because this was his real job now—

being the blond punk.

Chen Yaoyi was the one and only blond-punk specialist at Professional Extras Co., Ltd., a company that existed somewhere between the world of the dead and reality. He was assigned missions by a boss he had never met, and he worked diligently as a blond punk so that the male and female leads of other worlds could end up happily together.

His missions were generally of two kinds. One, in ero-doujin worlds, he’d steal the heroine away. Two, in all-ages pure romance or harem stories, he’d appear as a blond-punk extra to help push the plot forward.

He had to play the blond punk and give the leads of other parallel worlds the assist they needed. That was how he earned his chance at resurrection.

After finishing the last ero-doujin story, he came here—to an ultimate push-and-pull pure romance story. The girl trembling in the corner under his pressure was this work’s heroine, May, a pure-hearted bitchy JK.

She liked Zhao Xiaoluo, a standard gentle, shy, clumsy male lead. May had worked up her courage and kept throwing herself at Zhao Xiaoluo through verbal hints and gifts, but because of his shyness and inferiority complex, he didn’t dare accept her feelings.

But the two of them already liked each other. They were just both too embarrassed to pierce that final layer of paper, so professional blond-punk actor Chen Yaoyi had no choice but to give them a push.

But for some reason, on their first date, the male lead—who was supposed to arrive in time and drive off blond-punk Chen Yaoyi—still hadn’t shown up.

It had already been a whole hour!

Awkward as it was, Chen Yaoyi was now dying for someone to come beat him up.

But in that very gap, a burst of agony suddenly exploded from his crotch and shot upward. Seizing the moment while he was distracted, the girl aimed right at his groin and slammed a vicious punch into it—

The pain from his crotch shot straight into Chen Yaoyi’s brain. His vision went black, and he dropped, clutching himself and rolling on the ground nonstop.

Only then did he remember: although May was bad at studying, she wasn’t stupid. At the very least—she was very good at dealing with pick-up attempts and men with no sense of boundaries.

May had never been some weak little girl. Even if she dressed in clothes that boosted attack speed and crit rate, and even if her appearance looked frivolous, she was never some busty airhead. So she had been waiting for her chance the whole time.

But her tears from fear had been real too. It was just that Chen Yaoyi’s wavering and impatience had given her an opening.

She was very confused about why he’d only trapped her in the corner, but May was never going to just give in and let some random blond punk on the street take advantage of her!

Girls had to protect themselves when they were out. If some ill-intentioned man came harassing them, go for the crotch!

She looked at the blond punk, already down on the ground and clutching himself, then viciously kicked him once more to add extra damage. Only then did she brace herself against the wall and stagger away, trembling.

But scared was still scared. This was the first time she’d run into someone this shameless. In the past, when guys hit on her, a few threats from her had always been enough. Someone this brazen was a first.

“I need to contact him. I need to contact Xiaoluo right now!” the girl muttered to herself as she fumbled through her shoulder bag for her phone. But she was so flustered that when she finally pulled it out, she dropped it on the ground.

She crouched down, only to realize she couldn’t stand back up.

Fear, disgust, and nausea surged over her all at once. Her legs had already gone weak from Chen Yaoyi’s harassment, and her body was starting to feel unwell too.

“At least I need Xiaoluo to come—”

[Sorry, I’ve got something today. Let’s do it next time. I’m really sorry! Really! I’ll explain everything to you properly! But I’m really sorry about today!]

May had been about to call Xiaoluo, but she first saw the message notification light up. She tapped it open, only to find that he had just sent a text canceling on her.

But May had already been stood up by him for two whole hours!

While she’d been waiting and waiting for Xiaoluo to come, even getting harassed by some disgusting sleazy man, the male lead who was supposed to show up had canceled on her instead. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“Hey! Don’t run so—hn?” Chen Yaoyi had actually caught up, one hand still clutching his crotch. His movements were humiliating, but because of work, he still couldn’t leave the stage. So he endured the intense pain and chased after her.

“Ugh... wuuuuuh... waaahhhhhhh!” At the sight of the blond punk, who wasn’t exactly the real culprit, the girl suddenly burst into loud sobs. They were far more miserable and piercing than her earlier fake crying, enough to make Chen Yaoyi take a step back.

May knew what it meant to be stood up by the person she liked, and for him not to explain himself right away.

And yet she liked him so much!

“This is bad...” Chen Yaoyi muttered, covering his mouth. This wasn’t the first time he’d run into a situation like this. But he couldn’t explain, and it was even less appropriate for him to play peacemaker.

Because his name was Chen Yaoyi, and he was a blond punk.