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Inhale…

… Exhale.

And then, Yuuto simply listened.

His mother and sister sat beside him, their faces twisted in disappointment.

“I’ve seen the footage,” the principal began, his voice weighted with disappointment. “And frankly, I’m appalled.”

“Appalled that a boy like you would stoop so low, Yuuto,”

“To think you baited Yuuno-kun into coming to your aid by claiming you had amnesia, only to do something as despicable as this…” The principal glared, his voice hard. Yuuto lowered his head.

“YOU RAISE YOUR HEAD, YUUTO!!” His sister screamed, fury erupting from her as she saw him avert his gaze. “YOU DON’T GET TO COPY YUUNO HERE!! YOU… YOU DON’T GET TO HAVE ANYTHING ANYMORE…!! WHETHER IT’S MY TRUST, OR—” Her voice cracked before Yuuno gently touched her shoulder.

“It’s enough… Senpai. I’m just glad… it’s over.” Yuuno muttered softly, casting a calculated glance at Yuuto.

‘Ufufh~… My. Having trouble keeping your head up, Yuuto-kun? Did you really think it would be this easy? Hurting me like this?’ His thoughts swirled with delight as he relished Yuuto’s slumped posture.

‘I’m all for jokes, but this…’

‘… is a bit too much.’ Yuuno’s face briefly contorted in suppressed rage. ‘I’m not sure beating you up—or screwing your bitch sister—will be enough anymore…’

“Yuuto!” The homeroom teacher cut in, his voice slicing through the tension. “I share your sister’s views. Raise your head. If you don’t comply, your punishment will be even worse.” His words were sharp, but his gaze lingered on Yuuto’s mother, his eyes roaming over her.

‘Hot damn… Every time I see her, she’s fine as hell. That brat doesn’t deserve a mom like her.’ The teacher’s glare hardened. ‘I always looked the other way when he got beat up. Hoped he’d just off himself already, so I could have her all to myself… Resilient little rat, aren’t you?’

“LIFT YOUR HEAD, I SAID!!! YOU DON’T GET TO LOWER IT!!” He shouted once more, his voice cracking through the room like a whip. Yuuto’s mother flinched at the harshness of his tone, her discomfort palpable as his voice pierced through her ears.

Inhale…

… Exhale. Slowly.

Yuuto lifted his head slowly, deliberately, as all eyes fell on him—his homeroom teacher, Yuuno, and the principal, each eager to catch a glimpse of his expression.

He met the principal’s gaze, unwavering.

“Your grades are abysmal. You’re barely present in school, your social skills are lacking, and now… this,” the principal said, tightly gripping his fist. “Whatever is happening between your sister and this young man”—he motioned toward Yuuno, who donned a solemn mask—”doesn’t justify the grief you caused them and this young girl!” His voice sharpened as he gestured to the blonde-haired girl sitting quietly beside Yuuno.

Yuuno leaned forward, his voice steady, dripping with false remorse. “I didn’t want it to come to this, but… I have to tell the truth. Yuuto… he harassed my sister. Sending her messages, threats…” He accused, lowering his voice as he elaborated, “Also sending inappropriate messages… She has it all recorded in her phone,” He said, causing the mother and sister to flinch and grimace, “I think… maybe it’s because he found out I was dating his sister. So… maybe he felt neglected…” His words hit like a carefully placed blow, but the true damage had been done long before this moment.

Yuuto’s mother and sister flinched ever so slightly. They knew what was coming—they had already heard Yuuno’s twisted version of events, with the sister hearing it from Yuuno, and the mother hearing it from her. 

But even now, hearing it spoken aloud, their faces tightened with unease. Yuuto’s mother looked down, unable to meet the principal’s eyes. His sister, arms crossed tightly, glared, her fury barely contained.

“Yeah… I can attest to that,” she spat, her voice shaking with anger. “You… You little… Bastard.” She hesitated, her expression hardening. “Yuuto told me everything yesterday—how you knew about me and him but didn’t say anything because you saw I was happy…”

Her voice rose in frustration, her emotions spilling over. “If you wanted me to stay happy… then WHY… WHY DID YOU GO AND DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!” Her face contorted in fury, her eyes burning with accusation.

Inhale…

… Exhale. Slower this time, his breath shaky but controlled.

The principal’s eyes narrowed as he turned toward Yuuto. “I… Am honestly ashamed that a student like you has to attend to our school.” The principal growled.

The mother’s thoughts began to spiral. ‘So… I really HAVE failed as a mother…’ She wrestled with herself, the guilt tightening around her like a vice. ‘I really did think… with all the attention, with all the love I tried to give… he’d turn out alright.’

But now, another possibility crept in. ‘Perhaps… he’d be better off at a boarding school, once this year is over,’ she thought, recalling the homeroom teacher’s suggestion. ‘He said it was because there’s no father figure in the house… Maybe he was right about everything… I don’t know anymore… I’m just… too tired.’ Her lips tightened, as exhaustion and frustration twisted her face.

The homeroom teacher looked down at him again, “NO ONE in this room is on your side, boy. It’s about time you start taking responsibilities for your actions!! You did an adult crime!!? Then you should be tried AS AN ADULT!!!” He shouted.

Still, Yuuto remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor. His heart pounded in his chest, but his mind remained clear. He knew that speaking now would do nothing to sway them. Yuuno had already poisoned their minds.

‘Ah… How lovely the weather is today <3,’ Yuuno thought, casting a fleeting glance at Yuuto. ‘Are you perhaps too overwhelmed to speak or protest? How adorable… Don’t worry, Yuuto-kun. I’ll make sure you scream later <3.’ His lips curled in amusement, savoring the silent turmoil he imagined swirling within Yuuto.

Yuuno pressed on, softening his tone as he cast a glance at the blonde girl sitting quietly beside him. “I didn’t report it sooner because… well, I thought maybe Yuuto was just acting out. After he found out about me and his sister, things got complicated… He was angry. And I… I tried to understand!” His voice wavered, dripping with false concern. “But when he started going after my own sister…” He sighed, “I couldn’t stay quiet anymore.”

Yuuto’s fists clenched under the table, the tension radiating through his body. The subtle reactions from his mother and sister confirmed what he already knew. They had heard this twisted story before, and despite the flicker of doubt in their eyes, they had already chosen a side.

“I wanted to protect him,” Yuuno continued, turning his gaze to the principal with a look of sincerity that seemed almost flawless. “I didn’t want him to be expelled. I thought… maybe if I gave him some time, he’d stop. But things only escalated.”

He leaned in slightly, his intensity building. “So, please, sir… D-don’t… Don’t expel him! I believe people can still change!” His eyes glistened with a calculated earnestness.

‘If you expel him… I’ll lose my punching bag.’ Yuuno thought, his inner delight masked beneath a veil of concern.

The principal’s face hardened as he met Yuuno’s gaze, visibly moved by his plea.

Yuuto’s sister, her mouth slightly agape, murmured under her breath, “Yuuno…” Her eyes sparkled with awe, her heart racing as she marveled at his supposed compassion. Even their mother, weary as she was, couldn’t help but feel moved by his words. A quiet thought crossed her mind.

‘Why… Why couldn’t Yuuto be more like him?’

Meanwhile, the homeroom teacher’s lip curled in disdain. ‘Tsche, the school’s golden boy… Yeah, you’re perfect. But you piss me off. Oh well. That little shit’s only a few steps away from hanging himself now.’ He stole a glance at Yuuto’s mother, his tongue momentarily wetting his lips.

‘Lucky…’ he thought, eyes tracing her form.

… Something Yuuto didn’t miss.

The principal let out a long, weary sigh, rubbing his temples as he glanced into Yuuno’s eyes. The weight of the decision hung in the air. After a moment, he turned back to Yuuto, his expression hardening.

“Given your history of absences and this new accusation, I had strongly considered expelling you and sending you to juvenile detention.” His tone was stern, but then softened slightly. “However, hearing this brave young man’s plea…” He paused, casting a glance at Yuuno. “I’ll leave it in the hands of your sister.”

The principal turned to the blonde girl, his voice lowering to a more gentle pitch. “Miss, I apologize for placing such a burden on you, but I respect your opinion in this matter. What do you think we should do?”

Yuuto’s sister snapped, “Sir, asking her to decide something like that is—” but her words were cut short as the blonde girl slowly lifted her head. Her voice, barely above a whisper, filled the room.

“I… I believe… in Yuuno-nii…” she murmured, her weak voice sending ripples of empathy through the room. Her fragile innocence tugged at everyone’s hearts.

The principal sighed deeply, nodding. “Very well…” He turned back to Yuuto, his eyes cold.

“From this moment forward, Yuuto, if you miss a single day of school, you will be expelled. Every day, without fail. Only then can you begin to rebuild the shred of respect you have left.”

Yuuto could feel Yuuno’s gaze on him, the satisfaction barely concealed behind his mask of concern. This verdict was exactly what the bully had been waiting for—another method to tighten his grip over Yuuto.

‘Wonderful… We’ll be seeing each other every day, Yuuto-kun <3. How lovely…’ Yuuno mused, his thoughts dripping with venomous glee.

“This is it,” the principal concluded. “You will not be going home. You will stay here and study.” The finality in his voice signaled the end of the hearing.

Yuuno’s little sister was the first to rise, hurrying out of the room, her head down.

“You should apologize to him, and her!” Yuuto’s sister snapped, her voice trembling with anger. “You’re the one who pushed him to act like this! You… bastard… I actually… felt sorry for you!” Her words dripped with rage as she spat them out.

Yuuno gently reached out, placing a calming hand on her shoulder, subtly positioning himself between her and Yuuto. His movements were calculated, protective in appearance, but his intentions veiled.

“Enough… It’s over now,” Yuuno murmured softly, his voice soothing, yet laced with hidden triumph. He turned his gaze to Yuuto, ducking slightly to meet his lowered head. His tone softened even further. “Right, Yuuto? I hope… someday, I’ll hear an apology from you.”

As he whispered those words, Yuuno shot Yuuto a knowing smirk, hidden from everyone’s view. Leaning in close, he let his voice drop to a taunting whisper.

‘Honestly, I’m surprised you had it in you, Yuuto-kun.’ His thoughts gleamed with amusement. ‘But did you really think that earned you anything?’ He studied Yuuto’s expression, concealed beneath his neatly arranged hair, waiting for a reaction.

Then, his voice dipped lower, dripping with venomous malice.

“All you earned with that little act of defiance… is more of where that came from. And your mom…” Yuuno’s voice grew even quieter, his breath hot against Yuuto’s ear. “She’s even cuter than your bitch sister. Oh, Yuuto-kun… What should I do? What should I do…?” The words curled into Yuuto’s mind like poison as Yuuno straightened himself, his sorrowful expression returning as though nothing had been said.

Feigning sadness, Yuuno stepped away, his voice once again calm and reassuring. “It’s alright, miss. In this situation, he… doesn’t need to apologize.” He glanced at Yuuto’s sister with a comforting smile, playing the role of the golden boy effortlessly.

Then, turning to his golden-haied sister, he offered her a gentle, reassuring look. “And Airi… don’t worry. Your brother will always protect you.” His words were smooth, deliberate. Airi nodded quietly without looking back and left the room.

And then, something within Yuuto stirred, like a match striking in the dark.

As Yuuno, Yuuto’s sister, and his mother all stood, preparing to leave, Yuuto’s mind ignited with a sudden clarity.

“I see…” he muttered, the words barely audible, his voice trembling with fury. “I see…”

A darkness swelled within him, his thoughts fixated on a single, piercing realization. Among all the things said in that room, one fact stood out above the rest. 

Just one.

Of all the details, this was the one that burned brightest in his mind.

‘This bastard…’

‘… Has a sister as well,’

A fire ignited in Yuuto’s chest—cold, sharp, and unrelenting. The intensity of his vengeance surged, burning brightly enough that it briefly flickered in his eyes.

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His lips curled ever so slightly, but this time, they went downward. There was no smirk—only a cold grimace stretching across his face, his eyes gleaming with wicked intent.

In that very moment, Yuuno felt a chill shoot down his spine, as if a knife had been hurled at his back.

‘WHO…?!’ he thought, snapping his head around, still held by Yuuto’s sister, gasping for breath.

His breathing steadied as his eyes landed on Yuuto, whose head remained bowed.

‘… My imagination?’ he wondered, shaken.

“Yuuno…? Are you alright?” the tomboy sister asked, noticing the sudden paleness on his face.

“Ah… yeah. I’m just… a little shaken,” Yuuno murmured.

“Then let’s take the day off. Let me take care of you,” she suggested softly.

“Right…” he muttered, as the two turned away.

‘I underestimated you this one time.’

Yuuto clenched his fist, his body trembling slightly as he lifted his gaze, glaring at the bully who walked out with his sister in tow, their mother trailing behind.

‘That’s once too many.’

“You will be severely punished when you get back, Yuuto,” his mother’s voice cut through the air, but he paid no mind.

‘You’re not just an NTR antagonist anymore. Congratulations… you’ve leveled up. You now have my undivided attention.’

His pulse quickened, the tension in his body mounting as his mother and the principal’s voices faded into white noise.

‘I’ll make you wish your mom swallowed you.’

8:20 AM. 1st of November.

10 minutes until school starts.

Yuuto walked by himself toward the school. His hair was neatly combed, his glasses spotless, and his posture straighter than usual. Confidence radiated from him.

‘It might not be the biggest win today, but taking down that dumbass bully… yeah, that doesn’t feel bad at all,’ he thought, nearing the school gates. A subtle smirk tugged at his lips.

‘I’ll be out of this world soon enough,’ he reassured himself. Yet, despite his determination, the image of this world’s Yuuto’s mother flashed in his mind—her tired, worn face.

‘Why am I remembering her all of a sudden?’ He sighed, lowering his gaze for a moment in contemplation. ‘Yeah, I feel kinda sorry for her. She’s exhausted, sure, but that’s her deal with her real son, not mine. All I’m here for is to deal with that bully and leave. Once he’s out of the picture, life will be easier for Lesser Yuuto and his mother. That’s how it’s supposed to be.’

His thoughts hardened as he stepped closer to the school grounds. ‘Play the role of the caring son, the hero who helps everyone? That’s not me. I have my own priorities.’

Yuuto glanced around, noticing an adult man in a jumpsuit staring at him from across the grounds. ‘Must be the P.E. teacher… But… what’s that look for?’

He braced himself, prepared to be looked at, to be judged like the original Yuuto must have been judged before.

But something about the man’s stare unsettled him. A knot tightened in his stomach. The original Yuuto must have missed a lot of school due to bullying, which might explain the negativity from the staff.

Still, the teacher’s gaze wasn’t just disapproval—it was disgust, a raw disdain that Yuuto could feel in his bones.

“Good morning, teacher,” Yuuto called out, trying to maintain his calm.

The teacher didn’t respond. His face contorted, fists clenched tightly, like he was restraining himself from saying something. He turned his head away, unable to mask his emotions.

‘What’s your problem?’ Yuuto thought, narrowing his eyes. ‘The blonde bully must have been athletic. I guess you’re pissed that you’re losing him to someone like me. Well, tough luck. Sucks to be you, teacher.’ Yuuto roughly untied the knot in his stomach, laughing it out of his system with a mocking chuckle.

With that, Yuuto pushed through the school entrance and into the building.

Yuuto prepared himself to be looked at, and stared at…

… But something about his gaze stirred an unpleasant feeling in him, despite Yuuto’s best attempts to simply dismiss it. The original Yuuto must’ve missed out on school a lot because of his bullying, which was sure to illicit a negative reaction from the teaching staff whenever they’re around him.

… But that look of disgust on that teacher’s face as he looked at him, singling him out from the rest of the students… Something felt off.

“Look…” the students whispered, their gazes glued to him. “It’s him…”

“He actually dared to come to school…!!” some of the more aggressive students murmured, fists clenched tightly. Yuuto didn’t miss their hostility for a second.

‘This… This isn’t the usual excitement to beat up their favorite victim again,’ he realized, narrowing his eyes as he glanced around the hallway. ‘This is different. They’re trying to hold themselves back… from killing me.’

‘They’re angry.’

Every single face he passed was twisted in disgust. Wrath barely contained behind glares that felt like they could burn him alive.

‘… You must’ve been hated, Lesser Yuuto. I understand that. But this level of hatred…’ He took a deep breath, steadying himself as he moved forward. ‘Something’s wrong.’

The weight of their stares pressed down on him, like bats lurking in the shadows, waiting to swoop down and devour him whole.

‘No, wait… nothing’s wrong,’ he reminded himself, forcing his nerves to calm as he continued toward his classroom. ‘Whatever they’re angry about, it’s none of my concern. Once the footage of that bully leaks, they’ll all see the truth. They’ll realize what kind of bastard he really was.’

With that thought, Yuuto stepped into his classroom. The original Yuuto was a first-year high schooler—no older than 16. His bully was a year above him, and his sister, a third-year.

As soon as Yuuto entered the room, every head turned toward him, eyes locking on him like prey.

They were silent. A teacher was already in the classroom, despite it not being time yet.

Despite all of Yuuto’s reassurances to himself, a knot tightened in his stomach. He hesitated at the threshold. Something about the way they were all looking at him…

… screamed danger. Like he wasn’t safe—not even from the teacher.

Yuuto lifted his gaze, locking eyes with the teacher without uttering a word.

‘Something is 100% wrong. They can’t be this angry just because I’ve missed some school…’ he realized, his gut churning.

“Sakurai.” The teacher’s voice was low as he turned to face Yuuto, barely containing his disdain. “Go to the principal’s office… Now.” The words were spat through clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing with barely controlled rage.

Yuuto blinked, trying to steady his voice. “May I ask why—”

“GO TO THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE NOW, YOU DISGUSTING BRAT!!!” The teacher suddenly erupted, his voice cracking with fury. “I can’t believe you even had the nerve to ask after what you DID!!!”

He pointed sharply at the door, spit flying from his mouth, splattering across the floor.

‘What I did…!?’ Yuuto’s brow furrowed in confusion, his gaze shifting from the teacher to the rest of the classroom.

They were all glaring. All of them. Even the kid with the snot trickling down his nose, bowl cut and round glasses—even he looked at Yuuto with disdain.

Yuuto turned and left, his mind racing. ‘Just what the hell is going on…!?’

As he stepped into the hallway, two students passed him, eyes glued to their phones, the pale glow lighting their faces.

“He should’ve beaten that fucker harder…” one of them muttered under his breath.

Curious, Yuuto looked past their shoulder, his eyes widening in disbelief as he realized what they were watching.

It was the footage of him getting beaten down by Yuuno. Yuuto’s breath hitched as the screen showed Yuuno pinning him to the ground, delivering a brutal kick to his abdomen, the sound of flesh hitting flesh unnervingly loud even on the phone’s small speaker and the original footage’s poor quality. The students watching snickered, as if enjoying every second of his humiliation.

‘WHAT!? Why do they have that!? The teachers wouldn’t leak it…’ He thought as he turned around and walked towards the principal’s office.

‘The only person I shared it with… Was… The sister… Did she leak it!!?’ He thought, his pulse quickening.

‘But wait, if she leaked it, isn’t that a GOOD thing!? Why is everyone so damn angry at me!? There’s no way they’re all so hive-minded about it unless…’ Yuuto thought as he gently opened the door to the principal’s office.

The moment he stepped inside, a cold weight settled in his gut. He froze for a second at the threshold once more, his pulse quickening as his eyes darted around the room. The principal sat behind his desk, stern and unreadable. Yuuto’s mother sat across from him, her face tight with disappointment and anger, so much it overshadowed her lingering exhaustion. A teacher stood beside her, arms crossed, watching everything with a disapproving gaze. And then there was Yuuno—slouched, but with an air of false humility. Yuuto’s sister sat next to him, patting him on the back as if he were the victim.

‘Why’s she comforting him…?’ Yuuto narrowed his eyes, feeling a surge of confusion and anger. ‘The only way… The only way everyone would be like this… They must’ve got the context from somebody else…!!’

Yuuto’s fists clenched as he stepped further inside, his footsteps echoing in the suffocating silence of the room. His breath was shallow, his mind racing as he looked at his sister.

‘She really is a failure of a sister. You leaked it to him first, didn’t you?’ Yuuto thought, his pulse slowly steadying as the situation began to make sense, though the sharp sting of betrayal still pierced his chest. He stared at the tomboyish sister, who snapped her attention toward him the moment he entered. Everyone else followed suit, their gazes filled with disdain—everyone except Yuuno.

‘He twisted the narrative somehow. DAMN IT. I completely underestimated how deeply he’s manipulated her… and how perfectly he’s maintained his public image!’ Yuuto mentally berated himself.

“You… damn…!! Why!?” his sister shouted, her breath hitching, teeth gritted with frustration and anger.

‘… I walked into this blind, without knowing the full context!’ Yuuto’s mind raced as he began to walk toward the lone empty chair in the middle of the room, next to his exhausted, frowning mother.

‘This bastard…!’ Yuuto’s eyes locked onto Yuuno, who still sat with his head slouched, but made sure Yuuto saw the faint smirk playing at his lips, hidden beneath his hair.

‘He has all the cards. I messed up!’ Yuuto’s thoughts tumbled as he sat down between his mother and his sister, the tension thick around him. His sister, in her subtle way, acted as a buffer between Yuuto and the smug figure of Yuuno.

But then, something else caught his attention.

An unidentified blonde girl sat on the opposite side of the bully, her head lowered, avoiding eye contact. Her face was hidden beneath a curtain of long, smooth hair as her arms rested tensely on the chair. Yuuto’s eyes narrowed further in suspicion.

‘Who’s she…?’

“YUUTO!” the principal suddenly roared, snapping Yuuto’s attention back to him.

“You will NOT look in that girl’s, or this fine young man’s direction ever again!!” His voice thundered through the room, shaking the walls with authority. Yuuto’s mother and sister turned their gazes toward him, eyes filled with contempt and bitter disappointment.

“YOU WILL ANSWER TO ME!” the principal shouted.

Before long, Yuuto made his way home. As the bully had promised, this was the place—he confirmed it by the ‘Sakurai’ label on the entrance. About ten minutes from the basketball park.

‘Here we go,’ he thought, letting out a sigh as he stepped forward. He pulled the house key from his pocket, inserted it, and twisted. The door clicked open.

The aroma of cooking hit him as he closed the door behind him. Glancing to his right, he spotted the kitchen, and a figure standing inside. She was dressed modestly, and the cool air from the air conditioner drifted around her.

‘So, that must be the mom,’ he thought, giving her a quick glance. Hearing the door close, she turned to see her son, Yuuto.

A smooth, youthful face and the whitest of teeth, paired with a well-endowed body. But what truly caught his eye were her soft, tired, yet deep green eyes that flickered in the noon light, framed by neat locks of jet-black hair.

“Yuuto, you’re back…!” she called with a weak smile, looking as though she was moments away from falling asleep on her feet. He noticed the subtle dark bags under her eyes. “I’m just making lunch…”

‘Damn. She’s really beautiful,’ Yuuto thought, seeing the character come to life before his eyes. ‘Good thing I’m the son, or I might’ve gotten turned on by her.’ He didn’t realize he was staring a beat too long, his gaze blank. Something in her expression, those partially open eyes, pulled him in.

‘Is it me… or does she look… really tired?’ he wondered.

“Yuuto, are you okay?” she asked, noticing his silence and that empty stare. She took a deep breath, turning fully to face him.

“…No, I’m good. Lunch sounds great. Don’t overwork yourself. I’ll go clean up,” Yuuto replied blankly, turning to head upstairs, still carrying his newly purchased duffle bag.

She gasped lightly as she watched him head upstairs. ‘Did something happen to him…? I’ve never seen him… so… calm before.’ Confusion and worry filled her thoughts, yet she couldn’t ignore the slight sense of relief as she watched him walk away.

‘And… “Don’t overwork yourself”? Since when does he say things like that?’

“Yuuto…?” she called, causing him to stop halfway up the stairs.

“Yeah?” he responded, turning to face her.

‘The way he just meets my eyes so directly… What is this? Something is wrong…’ she thought, concern deepening. She half wanted to return to her duties, but her instincts urged her to probe further.

“What’s… that bag for?” she asked, her voice uncertain.

“Oh, this? Just the latest Nikrey bag. Thought I’d grab one before the stores closed,” he murmured casually.

“I… I see. The latest in fashion, then… It seems you’re taking some inspiration from your sister, with how fashionable she’s become lately…” she said hesitantly, forcing a weak smile as memories of her daughter’s increasing femininity flashed in her mind.

“Something like that. If that’s all, I’m going up,” he muttered.

“A-ah… Oh… Well, alright,” she muttered, reaching out, trying to say more, but before she could manage, he had already vanished into the darkness upstairs. Reluctantly, she turned back to the kitchen and resumed her duties.

‘Am… Am I overthinking it..? Maybe he’s just… growing up or something like that?’ she thought, trying to justify his distant behavior, yet unable to stop frowning as she combined the words “growing up” and “Yuuto.”

They just never fit. There was never an interaction where she didn’t feel drained in one way or another, considering she always had to console him.

But the little energy she had left was needed for cooking, so she pushed the interaction to the back of her mind and resumed her focus.

‘There’s no real need to try and overcomplicate things with her,’ Yuuto thought as he tossed the duffle bag in his room. After going over all the rooms upstairs, he entered the bathroom, grabbing a haircut machine. ‘After all, this will be a pretty quick job. I’ll just reveal the bully and leave this world soon. No need to make connections, or think too hard about our interactions. She might notice something off, but that’s fine. I’ll be gone from this world before next week,’ he reasoned.

‘Now, for more pressing matters, you neglected freakshow,’ he thought as he looked at himself in the mirror, turning on the hair-cutting machine.

‘Time to lose this greasejob of a hair.’

Thirty minutes later…

‘Done. Now… Something’s been bothering me… My eyes feel a bit… dry,’ he thought, squinting at his reflection for the umpteenth time.

‘When I woke up at the basketball court, I dismissed it as just irritation from the sun or the wind, but it’s still bothering me,’ he thought as he forcefully rubbed his eyes…

… Noticing two objects fall out, clattering against the sink.

‘W-what the… Contact lenses!?’ he thought as his vision blurred heavily. He immediately felt around for the lenses, failing to find them.

‘JESUS, SO NOT ONLY DO I HAVE THE BODY OF A WIMP, HE EVEN HAS THE EYES OF A WIMP, TOO!?’ he growled.

‘Tsk… I’ll have to go back to his room. If he has contact lenses, there must be glasses somewhere,’ Yuuto reasoned as he followed through with the plan. After feeling around the room for about ten minutes, he opened a drawer, noticing a notebook sitting unevenly.

Suspicious, he moved the notebook, revealing a pair of square glasses, which he quickly put on.

‘So dusty… Was he ashamed of them? Is that why he hid them away like this?’ he thought as he walked back to the bathroom, cleaning the glasses and brushing away the hair he had cut.

‘How can you be ashamed of glasses this badass?’ he thought, staring at his reflection once more, a subtle smirk of satisfaction playing on his lips.

‘You really were a wimp, Lesser Yuuto,’ he thought, feeling his body itch all over from the strands of hair he had just cut.

‘… I’ll take a shower now.’

Another twenty minutes went by… The door of the Sakurai household flicked open once more as the short-haired, tomboyish sister almost bolted in.

“MOM!” she called out, rushing toward her mother, who had just finished washing her hands after preparing lunch.

“Oh, there you are…!” her mother called weakly, offering a faint smile. But the smile was short-lived as she noticed the distress on her daughter’s face.

“Did something happen?” she asked.

“YUUTO…!! Where is he!? Is he here!?” she shouted, her voice booming with urgency.

“Yes… He’s in the shower upstairs… Is everything alright…?” she murmured, but her daughter had already dashed upstairs in a hurry.

‘Did something happen between them…?’ the mother wondered, rubbing her temple.

‘Amnesia…?! Seriously!?’ she thought, her mind racing. ‘He said Yuuto fell and bumped his head… and that he just wanted him to tell him where we lived… Damn it, why didn’t he help him get here!? That annoying trash!’ she fumed, but even then, she couldn’t ignore the subtle throb in her heart as she recalled the bully’s smile—the expertise he displayed when he returned to her side.

‘… I’ll have to talk to him about it later…’ she thought as her expression softened. She walked up to the bathroom and slammed her fist repeatedly against the door.

“HEY! YUUTO! YOU THERE?! OPEN UP!” she yelled hurriedly, her voice loud and urgent. Moments later, Yuuto opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom.

‘Jeez, that annoying kid… Getting himself hurt like that! And now, amnesia?!’ she thought, folding her arms with a sigh.

“Oh, it’s you,” Yuuto said casually as he stepped out, his tone surprisingly nonchalant. The sound of his voice made her eyes snap open.

‘It’s you…?’ she echoed in her thoughts, staring at him. He stood there, fully clothed, with a long-sleeved shirt hiding his bruises, but something about him felt… different.

‘Who… Who are you?’ she wondered, taking in his clean, neatly styled hair and the glasses he once hated wearing. His piercing gaze met hers without hesitation.

“Y-Yuuto?” she asked, her voice trailing off.

“Yeah, hello. Nice choker, sis,” he said dismissively as he walked past. “It really fits you like a condom—” his voice dripped with disdain—”I mean, glove.”

She instinctively clenched her fist, her anger flaring. She knew when someone was mocking her.

“What was that, you damn—!” she started to snap but stopped herself, remembering this was her brother.

‘Damn it, I just reacted by instinct… Something about the way he said that pissed me off,’ she thought, glaring after him.

‘But… it’s Yuuto. There’s no way he meant anything by that…’ She loosened her grip, her expression softening.

‘Was he just embarrassed when he complimented me? Did I mishear it…?’ she reasoned. ‘Yeah, that has to be it. He’s my brother… But… he’s just…’ Her mind flashed to the bully’s touch and demeanor.

‘… He’s just not a man,’ she thought. She took a deep breath as Yuuto walked further away. ‘Not the kind of man who would do something like that. Yeah, that.’ She gulped, trying to calm herself.

“Yuuto, I heard you have amnesia, so I rushed here… Is it true?” she murmured, unsure of what to feel.

“Oh…? So, he went straight to you with that information, huh?” he murmured, one brow raised, unimpressed.

“Ah…!” she muttered, lowering her gaze. ‘Fuck…!! I messed up..! What if he finds out me and him are…’

“Jesus,” he sighed, “Is there anything wrong with you hanging out with my former bully?” he asked, turning to face her.

“Don’t… Don’t say it like that…” she muttered, looking down, embarrassed.

‘What is up with him?! He was never… this direct before…!’

“I… I guess not…” she mumbled, trying to rationalize. ‘He did say they’re friends now, so… I guess everything’s fine.’

Yuuto clicked his tongue sharply, causing her head to snap up. But as soon as their eyes met, he turned away.

“Huh…?” she murmured, unsure of his expression. “Yuuto…?”

“Anyway, I’ll freshen up and go downstairs. Mom made some food, after all,” he dismissed her with a wave, concealing his other hand, which clenched tightly, gripping his bubbling anger.

‘That was supposed to be a rhetorical question, you failure of a sister,’ he fumed internally, gritting his teeth as he walked into his room, releasing the tension only when the door shut behind him.

‘If you’re going to screw the bully, fine. But don’t you dare pretend you’re some caring sister while doing it, acting like you give a fuck when you’re actually putting your own happiness above your family’s emotional stability. If there’s one thing I hate as much as weaklings, it’s hypocrites.’ He breathed deeply.

‘Calm down,’ he told himself as he went over to the duffle bag, pulling out the camera and connecting it to the small computer in the room. ‘I’ll be out of this world in just a day or two once I send this footage to the school faculty. Honestly, I couldn’t care less about what she’s doing or her and the original main character’s relationship,’ he thought as he sent the footage, double-checking before sending it to the teacher staff’s emails, which were relatively easy to find.

‘Ah… Right… I wanted to talk to him about the amnesia… But… He seems to remember me… Then, did that guy lie…?’ she reasoned as she stood bewildered outside the door to his room. ‘… I’ll just talk to Yuuto about it later… Something definitely happened, with how he’s behaving…!’

Before long, they all sat down for dinner. The mother still wore her tired expression as the two sat across from each other at the table, the sister taking the third seat on the side of it. It was a very silent meal, but the tension was palpable. The sister couldn’t help but occasionally glance at Yuuto, sensing something was off. Their mother shared the same feeling, though her looks were less intense, weighed down by exhaustion.

‘He… Wears his glasses. I thought he hated them,’ his mother thought, lowering her gaze again.

Once, just once, Yuuto raised his eyes to look at her as well.

‘… She really is tired. It’s not just me. I thought maybe that’s just how his family looks, but while the sister resembles her mother, she doesn’t have that same look of exhaustion… Is the mother overworked…? Something else?’ he wondered, before shrugging a moment later and turning his gaze back to his food. ‘Oh well. Excuse me, but whatever burden you seem to carry, I’m about to intensify it when we’re done eating. It’s for a good cause. I’ll get to return to my original world.’

As they finished dinner, the mother took a deep breath before speaking. “Yuuto,” she called out loud, drawing both of her children’s attention. “Is everything alright…? For a while now, you’ve been avoiding us…” she murmured, already bracing for the usual response: “Yeah, everything’s fine, Mom… D-don’t worry about me.”

The sister, who had been considering talking to her brother, hesitated. She felt reluctant to pry into what Yuuto might be going through. After all, she was content with her life. She was in a loving relationship with a cute boy who made her feel feminine, cherished, and longed for—more than anyone else. She was happy every time they were together. If her brother said he was fine, there was no need to dig deeper. She reasoned that there was no harm in letting things be, even if she was entangled with his bully in secret.

But Yuuto had something else in mind. He stood up in response to their mother’s question. “There’s something I want to show you both. I can’t ignore it anymore, nor can I keep pretending.” His eyes lowered as he spoke, causing both women to snap their attention toward him, curious and confused.

“Yuuto…? What are you—” the mother began, but before she could finish, Yuuto had already pulled off his shirt, revealing his bare torso.

Both women froze, their eating utensils slipping from their fingers in shock.

Dozens, if not more—blue, red, black, and purple bruises covered his torso. His ribs looked swollen, his abdomen grazed. More injuries marked his sides and shoulders.

“Who… Who… Wha…” his sister’s breath hitched, eyes wide as she took in the sight. Meanwhile, their mother’s face contorted in horror, her pulse racing as she struggled to steady her breath.

‘This boy… He’s been bullied again…? For… for how long has he kept it a secret…?’ she thought, her eyes trembling with concern as they moved across the extent of his injuries. ‘Why…’ she wondered, her fist clenching subtly beneath the table. ‘Why can’t he be like everyone else…? God, why can’t this kid just be left alone…? This is… This is too much…’  she thought, as her daughter’s fury began to rise.

“WHO THE FUCK DID THAT?! I SWEAR, I’LL FIND THAT BASTARD AND KILL HIM—!” she screamed, but Yuuto turned to her, his eyes almost glaring into hers.

“Who do you think did that, sis?” he asked, causing her to go pale and fall silent as the realization struck. She thought of her new boyfriend.

‘N-no way… I… I thought… I thought he stopped… No…’

Their mother, noticing the way Yuuto had asked the question, spoke softly. “…Could it be… the boy who did that to you was the same one from before…?” She looked at Yuuto with concern.

Yuuto met her gaze, and softly nodded.

‘… She isn’t even getting up,’ Yuuto thought as he glanced at his mother. ‘Almost like seeing this is something she got used to over the years… No way. The reason why she’s so tired is… because of Lesser Yuuto and how he’s bullied all the time?’ The realization hit him hard.

“Yeah… It was him.” Yuuto affirmed, causing her to frown deeply.

‘So that’s why you didn’t tell her? Because she’s heard it so many times, it’s practically overflooded her ears, pushing her to fight your wars for you… and wearing her out?’ he thought.

“But this time, you don’t have to take my word for it. Or try to convince anyone, or protect me,” Yuuto added as he began putting his shirt back on, causing both his mother and sister to narrow their eyes at him.

“I took steps. I have evidence. I’ve already sent it to the faculty staff. All you need to do is be there when he gets what’s coming, and when you’re inevitably called alongside his parents. You don’t have to explain anything,” he reassured. The mother felt some of the tension leave her shoulders as she looked over to her daughter, who met her gaze with an anxious, confused, and frustrated expression.

His mother blinked, her mouth opening slightly. The cold efficiency in his voice was unfamiliar—alien. This wasn’t the Yuuto she knew, the one who cried in her arms when the bullying started. 

He sounded almost… detached.

‘To think… it drove Yuuto to do this much… To become someone completely different…’ the mother thought, feeling her strength leave her as tears welled up in her eyes. ‘Am I… a failure as a mother, after all? Have I failed this one…?’ she questioned silently as she looked at him.

“For now, I’m alright. Everything will be over on Monday. Everything,” Yuuto concluded, his tone firm and definite, as his sister lowered her gaze in shame.

A while later, the sister, downtrodden, went up the stairs. It was then that Yuuto stopped her. “Stop a second, sis,” he called out, following her up the steps.

“Yuuto… I swear, even after he’s punished… that guy… I’ll… I’ll make sure he’s…” she murmured hesitantly.

“You don’t have to promise me anything,” he said calmly. “I’m gonna send you the footage now. I have it on my phone.”

“Yuuto… I believe you! I… I don’t need to see some footage to—”

“You don’t?” he cut her off. “Sis… I’m not a fool. I know you two are together. It’s been quite a while now,” he confessed.

“You… You knew…?” she murmured in reluctance, her heart pounding as she looked away in shame.

“I figured, if you were happy… I didn’t want to say anything. But… That’s not important right now,” he muttered, causing her to gasp.

‘Something like that… Is not important right now…?’ she echoed in her thoughts.

“You see, I’m still… afraid,” Yuuto said, his voice quieter. “Afraid he’ll twist the narrative somehow… or lie about everything to you.” He made sure she saw the concern in his eyes.

“Please…” Yuuto murmured, “just… just don’t talk to him until then, alright?” he pleaded.

“Al… Pfft,” she let out a chuckle, tapping his shoulder. “I did something pretty messed up… but… have faith in your sister. I’ll… I’ll always…” She trailed off, recalling his injuries. “I’ll always stand by you, Yuuto!” she said confidently.

“Now, get some sleep! I promise, I won’t let that bastard near me,” she reassured him before turning around and walking upstairs.

‘That should keep everything quiet until Monday,’ Yuuto thought as he went upstairs and got ready for bed, leaving their mother to clean alone downstairs.

‘I might’ve come off as rash… but again, I don’t have to stay here for long. Just until I take him out and that’s it. Last thing I want is to be forced into some mosaic or incestuous love to clear this scenario.’ He shuddered once more at the thought as he entered his room.

Upstairs, the sister sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her phone. Her fingers twitched, her thoughts racing. The bully, Yuuno, had sent her a single message.

[Hey, miss you.]

She saw the notification flash across her screen. For a split second, her heart jumped, and her fingers instinctively hovered over the screen, ready to reply after she tapped the message and entered the chatroom. But then, the image of Yuuto’s bruised body flashed through her mind—his swollen ribs, the cuts on his side; and his plea. The rage and guilt surged up again, tightening her chest.

‘No. I promised him,’ she thought, biting her lip hard, almost enough to draw blood. But the words on her phone seemed to pull her in. He’d been so sweet to her before… hadn’t he? He couldn’t be bad. There has to be more to the story… Maybe if she heard his side, then…

No.

He had to have been the one at fault.

Yuuto wasn’t the type to lie, after all. That sweet, harmless brother of hers.

But then again, she recalled how he was today. Detached, calculative, cold. Almost like an entirely different person.

With a frustrated growl, she threw the phone aside. It landed on her bed with a soft thud, leaving her thoughts in chaos.

She sat there, fists clenched in her lap, battling the urge to respond. ‘I promised Yuuto,’ she reminded herself. ‘I won’t let that bastard near me again. Disorder or not… those bruises…’ Her grip tightened. ‘You don’t get to use your ‘DISORDER’ as an excuse anymore!!’

Her mind flashed back to the video Yuuto had sent her—the brutal footage of his own beatdown.

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, the bully sat in his room, staring at his phone. He saw that she had read the message, but she hadn’t responded.

‘Something’s wrong with this bitch…’ he thought, his smile fading. But then, a smirk crept back across his lips. ‘I’ll just do this <3’ He sent another message:

[What’s up?]

Another one followed quickly:

[You okay?]

And then:

[I’m so worried about you…]

He knew she was weak to attention like this. He had played her like a violin before, and he was confident he could do it again. She’ll give up eventually, he mused, continuing to bombard her with texts. One after another, they came—each one designed to chip away at her willpower. He knew she would crack.

The notifications continued to ping softly, like an insistent knock she couldn’t ignore.

‘Why won’t he stop…?!’ she thought, her heart racing as she fought to look away from her phone. Beads of sweat formed on her brow as she struggled to resist. Her phone sat there, lighting up with every new message.

Again, her hand twitched, her fingers brushing against the screen. She glanced at the chatroom, where dozens of unread messages piled up—each one more pleading than the last, each one echoing in her head.

A familiar ache rose in her chest. 

‘I can’t…’ She told herself, but the weight of his soft, comforting words lingered in her mind. ‘But… He was kind to me once… wasn’t he?” Her heart tugged at the memory, even as the image of Yuuto’s bruises burned in her mind. ‘No… But this isn’t about me… Yuuto…! Yuuto suffered alone..! Just… Just stop, please…!’

For hours, his messages piled up, and eventually, he tried calling. The phone rang once, twice, three times—before she finally answered.

Her voice was tight with fury as she answered, “I swear to God—!” But his voice slipped through the phone like silk, wrapping around her anger, calming her. 

“Hey, hey, take it easy… I was just worried about you. What’s going on?”

Her anger faltered. He had that effect on her, and before she could stop herself, she blurted out everything; although she wasn’t entirely calm. She said everything about Yuuto—his bruises, his pleas, his fears, and that damn, damn video. She ended her venting with: “You get it, you fucking bastard!!!? You will NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS!!! FOR… FOR HAVING YOUR WAY WITH ME WHILE DOING THAT TO HIM!!!” She shouted.

The bully listened quietly, his smile growing wider with each detail. ‘Oh my… I honestly didn’t know he had that in him.’ He chuckled to himself. ‘My, Yuuto… My Yuuto ❤ How crafty. But…’ His eyes gleamed with malice. ‘That just makes me wanna break you even more~’

He paused for a moment, then spoke again, his voice lowering, as if confessing something deeply personal. “I see… I understand. I didn’t want to tell you because I thought it would stay between us… But the reason I did it… it’s not just because of my disorder. Or because I wanted to,” he murmured, his tone soft, almost conspiratorial.

A heavy silence fell between them as she processed his words, her heart pounding in her chest. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN!?” she shouted, her voice trembling with disbelief and anger.

But despite her promise…

She leaned in.

And he whispered something to her.

For quite some time.

Sunday came and went, and throughout the day, the sister hadn’t left her room. She only left once. Just once.

It was to go to their mother’s room, in the middle of the night, while Yuuto slept—staying there for a couple of hours.

Before long, Monday arrived. Yuuto woke up to an empty house. He hadn’t seen either his mother or his sister that morning, but he assumed they must have been called to the school.

“Now… Let’s finish this,” Yuuto muttered to himself as he stepped outside, neat and clean, his school backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Welp,” Yuuto stretched through his pain, muttering, “Now what? How do I find his home?”

Reluctantly, he eyed the phone, considering, “I don’t really want to call his mom or sister. What if they start asking questions?” He murmured as he went to the about section as he learned his way around the phone.

He glanced at the phone’s screen and froze. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he spat, twitching as he saw the name “Yuuto Sakurai” listed in the “about” section.

‘S-seriously, author? Getting transmigrated twice wasn’t enough, you just had to name this wimp after me too!?’ He thought to no one.

“Creative liberty and a lack of names—what a bitch. Right… now that I think about it, none of these characters even had names in the manga. Either the author of this fanfiction got lazy, or maybe he’s just vengeful—since, y’know, I fuck his mom.” He sighed, tucking the phone away.

“Well, that simplifies things. Now there’s no way I can accidentally reveal my identity since I’m using my own name.” He pushed open the bathroom door, the noon sun spilling in.

‘The phone shows today’s the weekend… So no school tomorrow. That gives me time to figure things out,’ Yuuto thought as he stepped outside.

‘Anyway, the kid was being bullied before and after the ‘cucking’ if you can even call it like that. I need to figure out where I stand to properly plan this out. Considering I know how his sister looks, I just need the bully to show me a vague picture of her like he did in the manga again, and I’ll know for sure… Or get him to slip up…’

‘… Or if she smells like chlorine. Either or.’ He shrugged, seating himself on a nearby bench and listening to the wind.

[Semen and chlorine share some chemical characteristics due to their alkalinity, which contributes to them having almost the same scent; which is what Yuuto was referring to here.]

‘An ‘NTR’ Manga world again, huh?’ He mused as he looked to the clear skies, as he spread his arms and legs across the entire bench. ‘I still feel conflicted calling it ‘NTR’. There’s really no ‘love life’ involved here…’

‘I guess.. It’s an NTR in the sense where he was emotionally cucked of a sisterly love, maybe? That’s a thing, after all.’ He thought, yet couldn’t help but shudder at the words, ‘Sisterly love.’

‘Either way, all I have to do is get rid of the bully, yeah?’ He reasoned as he picked his nose, ‘Lower his credibility, get him to slip up, and unveil his mask if I want to go back to my world, right? That’s how it works?’

Despite how Yuuto labeled him an NTR antagonist earlier, he couldn’t help but feel it again. That sense of boredom. That sense of this just being not in his ‘level’. 

Considering he doesn’t even have a level to begin with, he was half right.

“Dumbass. That’s because my level can’t be measured,” He said aloud to no one, proving that he is unwell in his head.

“Real funny.” He replied to thin air.

‘Welp… Time to get to work,’ He resolved after a quick, deep breath; clapping his palms twice.

‘I know who to call to.’ He thought as he checked his pockets, finding a wallet.

‘But how about I dial their number after ensuring I take two birds with one stone?’ He thought as he got up to the bench, beginning to search for a certain store.

‘… Found it.’ He thought as he looked up, scrutinizing the “Hardware Store” Sign. ‘Now then… Let’s get this over with,’ He thought as he walked in.

——- A LITTLE LATER, ELSEWHERE…. ————————-

“Ahhn…” The room echoed with the rhythmic sound of skin slapping together, a chorus of soft moans and grunts filling the air.

“My… You’re so cute, senpai~,” he murmured, his grin widening as he thrust into her repeatedly, his satisfaction evident in every movement.

It was the bully. He and the tomboy sister were locked in a heated moment.

‘Haah… Everything is perfect. I get to have my way with this bitch, and torment that pathetic brother of hers,’ he thought, relishing her breathless panting beneath him, fully under his control. ‘She has no clue I beat him to a pulp an hour ago… and I doubt she’d care if she did know at this point,’ he mused, a joyful smile creeping across his face. ‘I’m sorry, but this is just too much fun… <3′

Then, the ringing of a phone pierced through the moment.

‘Hmm…? Who could that be?’ He wondered, casually lifting his phone from the bedside table.

He flinched slightly when he saw the name on the screen:

“Fucktoy’s Deadbeat Brother.”

‘Oh…? He’s actually calling me, not her…? Did he finally grow a spine?’ The bully’s eyes narrowed with amusement.

“H-Hey…” she whispered, her breath ragged, covered in sweat and tangled sheets as she noticed his sudden focus on the phone. “Who’s that…?”

“Oh, just your brother~,” he teased with a smug grin.

“W-what…? Why would he call you…?” she asked, her voice still heavy with exhaustion.

“I mean, we’re great friends… I only wish he’d call more often,” he said, feigning a note of sadness.

‘And if he’s already calling… I might as well enjoy it as much as I can…’ The bully thought, a sly grin forming as he glanced at the vulnerable girl beside him. He picked up the phone, his predatory gaze still fixed on her as he grew erect again while still inside of her.

“Heeeey~, what’s up, Yuuto-kun…?” he answered smoothly, hovering over the sister.

“W-wait…! At least hang up first…!” she whispered urgently, her voice shaking as he forcefully thrusted himself into her. Her moan caught in her throat as she pressed her palms against her mouth, trying desperately to muffle the sounds. “He’ll… HEAR… us…!”

Meanwhile, on the other end of the call, Yuuto’s voice trembled. “H-hey… I called because it says ‘Friend’… I-I don’t know where I am or who I am… I guess my name’s Yuuto… I don’t want to alarm my mom or… sister… that I apparently have…” His tone was meek, almost pleading. “C-can you come help me…? Without telling them, of course… I don’t want to worry them…”

The bully’s breath hitched. The shock was so sudden that his movement faltered, and he partially limped as his eyes widened in disbelief.

“W-what…? What’s wrong…?” the sister asked, noticing him hesitate as he pulled away, her voice thick with confusion.

————-

As Yuuto heard the long pause, he grinned, ‘Heh. The main character is meek and shy. The bully must know that everyone has a breaking point, especially with the way they’ve been messaging. He knew that the other ‘ME’ would probably come to a point where he’d go into a fit of rage, which would allow the bully to use it to his leverage.’

‘Bet you never saw this one coming, boyo.’ Yuuto thought.

‘Also, considering his nature, and those muffled moans in the background, he must’ve been banging this guy’s sister, talking to me while fucking her to get some sort of superiority high out of it. I guess we’re after the cuckening.’ He sighed.

‘Either way… If I’m right about this, and I always am, this is how he’ll react…’

—————

‘No… No, no, no… NO!’ The bully’s thoughts spiraled as he shot up from the bed, gripping his phone tightly.

“E-eh…?” The sister mumbled, confused as she felt him shift away from her.

‘He forgot…? He actually forgot all that torment!!? NO..!! NO!!! He dared to forget!?!! Did we hit him too hard…?! This has to be an act…!!’ He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. ‘… It isn’t an act. He’s way too pathetic for that.’ He reasoned, his calmness returning, 

‘If he was vengeful, he’d show it—just like that bitch of a sister did when she demanded an apology… only to end up falling for me~’

‘If he really forgot everything… that means…’ A sadistic smile curled across his lips. ‘I just gotta make him remember it all over again <3.’

“Is everything alright?” she asked, noticing the change in his demeanor.

“Oh…” He turned to her, slipping back into his clothes. “Your brother wants to meet me. Sounds important…” He replied in that falsely soft tone, hiding the excitement bubbling up inside him as he returned to the call, 

“Yeah, buddy. Don’t you worry, I’ll be right there!” He said to Yuuto, feigning hurriedness and care in his tone before he hung up and placed his phone in his jeans.

‘… This is a privilege. I get to see that despair on his face all over again~,’ he mused, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he glanced away from the sister. ‘Oh no… Calm down…! Wait until you get there.’ He wore his sports shoes back on, steadying his excitement. ‘I’ve heard… I’ve heard that people with Amnesia can have their personalities change entirely… But this isn’t the case here for sure. That fragile voice over the phone… A blank page for me to joyfully scribble and tear again. Ahh, Yuuto-kun. What will I do with someone as delicious as you? <3’ He headed for the door.

“W-wait!” she called, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Y-you could at least…” she murmured, blushing slightly. “Stay… And… Go to him… afterwards.”

“Afterwards?” he teased. “After what~?”

“D-don’t tease me like that… You know…” Her voice trailed off as she glanced at the bed.

“Hahaha, you really are cute, senpai~,” he replied, grinning. “But I have to go. What kind of friend would I be if I left him hanging after he called so earnestly?”

“O-oh…” She blushed even deeper. “At least you’re not fighting anymore… That makes me happy.”

‘Hmph… What a dishonest bitch. You would be happy whether we fought or not. You’re now my personal sex slave, even if you don’t admit it… Talking as if you’ve got some free will, as if you actually care about that pathetic excuse of a brother of yours. So amusing <3′

“But of course~,” he said as he opened the door. Before leaving, he leaned back in and whispered, “Don’t worry, senpai… We’ll have a little make-up session that’ll more than make up for it~.” Her face lit up with a jittery smile as he left.

The bully couldn’t help but grin maliciously after the phone call. Yuuto sounded so vulnerable, so lost, that it was almost irresistible. ‘He’s weaker than ever… this is gonna be fun,’ he thought.

The bully had never moved so fast. By the time he reached Yuuto’s location at the basketball park, he was already imagining the look of terror on the kid’s face, savoring the satisfaction of reasserting his control. Yuuto had always been the perfect target—too weak to resist, too scared to fight back.

He stormed onto the court, where Yuuto sat.

“Hey, Yuuto-kun~,” the bully sneered, his voice dripping with false friendliness.

‘Alright… Here we go.’ Yuuto sighed internally, rising slowly from the bench to face the so-called “Friend.”

“U-uh… Excuse me,” Yuuto called out weakly as he turned around, meeting the bully’s gaze. The blonde approached, beautiful, tall, slim, and neatly put together, in stark contrast to Yuuto’s disheveled state.

“Yahoo~” The bully waved with faux cheer, drawing closer. His smooth, pretty-boy appearance belied the sadistic glint in his eyes.

“A-are you ‘Friend’?” Yuuto asked, his voice weak.

‘Oh, that look…’ The bully relished the trust in Yuuto’s eyes. ‘How delicious it’ll be to break that trust~ If only there were a way to make you forget, over and over again, like starting a new save file in Barudors Gaze 3rd, so I could crush you from scratch every time… <3′

[Reference to Baldur’s Gate 3 (a video game): It features multiple branching choices with numerous outcomes to interactions and actions, where dice rolls and circumstances affect character fates. Even if you use the same character, starting a new game will likely result in a different outcome than your first playthrough. Much like the game, the bully wishes he could reset and manipulate Yuuto from scratch repeatedly.]

The bully’s smile widened as he closed the distance. “Oh~ Yeah, that’s me. You must’ve banged up your head pretty hard, huh, Yuuto-kun?”

“Y-yeah…” Yuuto muttered, lowering his gaze in gratitude. “Thank you so much for—”

But before Yuuto could finish his sentence, the bully’s fist drove hard into Yuuto’s diaphragm with a brutal force.

“Gaaah…!!” Yuuto gasped, collapsing onto the pavement on his knees, the air knocked from his lungs as his eyes widened.

“Ufu~…” The bully chuckled as he watched Yuuto’s pained expression.

Yuuto barely had time to process the pain before the bully delivered a sharp kick to his side, sending him sprawling onto his back. As Yuuto writhed in agony, the bully pressed his shoe into Yuuto’s weak, almost protruding ribs. All the while, a light, colorful grin stretched across the bully’s face, his gaze affixed on Yuuto’s tense expression.

‘… You’re REALLY making this too easy, Yuuto-kun~,’ the bully thought, as another kick connected with Yuuto’s side. “Don’t you remember anything? Hm?”

Yuuto gasped, curling into himself. His voice wavered as he groaned out, “Why… why are you doing this to me? Aren’t we… aren’t we friends?”

The bully crouched down, grabbing Yuuto by his shirt collar and yanking him up slightly. He smirked, bringing his face close to Yuuto’s ear. “But we are friends~.” He chuckled darkly, releasing Yuuto only to let him drop with a dull thud to the pavement again. “I’m just trying to help you remember… like the good old days.”

‘Well, more like about an hour ago, but you get the message, right? <3’

The bully’s foot then crashed into Yuuto’s stomach, sending waves of pain through his body, bile climbing up his throat as the kick went in. Yuuto let out a strangled gasp, “Please…” he whimpered, “I don’t remember anything… Everything hurts… why are you doing this?”

‘Fuck…. He hits hard..!’ Yuuto thought.

The bully couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, standing over Yuuto’s trembling form. A light blush coloring his expression “Oh, Yuuto, Yuuto… Precious, dear Yuuto-kun~ ❤ You really hit your head hard, didn’t you? But that’s okay. I’ll help you piece everything back together.” He grabbed Yuuto by the shirt again, lifting him up, slamming him into the side of the bench with force.

A vein popped in Yuuto’s nose as it hit the bench’s metal handle, causing blood to trickle down on the bench, “GRSHE…!” Yuuto grunted as he pressed him against the bench.

‘Even if I was in my original body… I can tell. He’s… Strong..!’ Yuuto thought as he gritted his teeth.

“You see,” the bully continued as he yanked him upwards, then driving his knee into Yuuto’s gut, causing him to wheeze and gasp for air, “this is the only way you’ll remember. A bit of pain, a bit of encouragement, and you’ll be right back to where you were…” The bully’s voice began to shiver as a manic expression painted his face, 

‘…Weak. Helpless <3’ He mused internally.

 “… Just… Just the way I like you~” He said out loud.

Yuuto winced, his voice soft and pitiful. “I thought we were friends…” he croaked, leaning helplessly against the bully. The bully held him tightly as Yuuto gagged, unable to control the small amount of vomit forced up from the knee to his gut.

“Friends?” the bully laughed audibly, throwing another punch into Yuuto’s stomach just as he was choking on his bile. “Of course! This is what friends do, isn’t it? I’m just… toughening you up,” he sneered, relishing every moment of Yuuto’s suffering.

Yuuto slumped. Momentarily eyeing a certain location past the bully with a calm so swift, the bully couldn’t notice.

‘… We’re in a good angle here.’ Yuuto thought.

“Stop…” Yuuto whimpered, “I don’t understand…”

The bully’s smirk widened. “You don’t need to understand, Yuuto-kun. All you need to know is… I’m here just for you~”

He kept landing blows, each one deliberate, calculated, trying to reignite the fear he once saw in Yuuto’s eyes. 

Yet, something felt… off. Yuuto looked confused, scared even, but there was something missing. His reactions… felt forced. Almost as if urging the bully to hit harder.

But it couldn’t be it. It was THAT Yuuto, after all; or so he reasoned.

After several more punches, Yuuto collapsed. ‘Maybe I overdid it this time… Oh, well~’ the bully mused, smirking. “See, Yuuto-kun? The feeling’s coming back. A few more sessions like this, and you’ll remember everything.” He grinned as Yuuto struggled on his knees. “It’s fun watching you squirm… not in a bad way, of course~”

The bully’s heart rate spiked as he glanced at Yuuto, whose face was hidden, whether intentionally or not, sparking irritation. With a click of his tongue, he strode over, delivering another kick for good measure. Yuuto flipped over, landing on his back, his face twisted in agony.

It was then that Yuuto’s phone slipped out of his pocket, catching the bully’s attention.

“Hm..?” He hummed.

“Hey, Yuuto. Be a good friend and lend me your phone for a bit…” The bully crouched beside the writhing Yuuto, snatching the phone from his grasp.

“I still don’t understand… Friends… don’t… do this…” Yuuto groaned, his voice weak with pain.

“Come on, stop making this more dramatic than it needs to be. I feel like some third-rate villain in a martial-arts school manga,” the bully laughed, wiping sweat off his brow as he started swiping through the phone. “I AM your friend. Friends have playfights all the time, right?”

As his fingers flew over the screen, he thought, ‘Unlocked… just like I told him to keep it. What a good little puppet.’ He quickly scrolled to the messages section, and sure enough, ‘He… deleted it. Just like I asked.’

‘He really doesn’t remember anything… Seriously. So pathetic.’ With a satisfied smirk, he tossed the phone carelessly onto Yuuto’s abdomen, watching it bounce to the ground.

“You deleted it just like I told you to. Good boy. See? Friends.” The bully stood, turning away with a casual wave.

“D-Deleted… what…?” Yuuto croaked.

“Ahh, don’t worry about that,” the bully said with a sinister grin. “Just focus on getting better… my precious buddy. And I should probably tell you my name…”

“I’m Yuuno Michaels <3, nice to meet you again~”

He stopped at the edge of the court, turning back with one last parting shot. “Oh, and since we’re such good friends, here’s a little tip: better head back to your mommy on Star Avenue, 2nd. Wouldn’t want her to worry, right? Your last name’s Sakurai. Glad I could help~” He waved and walked off.

Yuuto coughed, violently at first, then softer… and then, when the bully was gone, he stopped entirely.

‘Jesus. Good thing he knows where to hit so I can still move,’ Yuuto thought as he slowly stood up, his body sore but functional. He placed his thumb against one nostril and forcefully exhaled, dislodging a blood clot from the other. A thick drop of blood splattered on the ground.

“Haah…” He took a deep breath, feeling the strain of his battered body as he climbed to the roof of the nearby public restroom using the utility hatch.

Once on the roof, he reached out to the camera that he had placed there earlier, that still had that Hardware Store price tag on it, and pressed “STOP Recording” on the cheap device. He inspected it for a moment, annoyed. ‘If only this wimp wasn’t piss-poor, I could’ve used a better camera for a clearer view of the bully’s reactions… But even with this, there’s no escaping that kind of beating. Either way…’

“Checkmate.” He said aloud, yet Yuuto’s brow furrowed, a hint of suspicion creeping in. Was it really this easy? Could it all end so quickly? Transmigrated to another world just for the conflict to be resolved THIS fast?

His mind cleared, and he chuckled. 

‘Of course it can.’ He thought, ‘I was the one who planned it, after all.’ He went down the hatch, and opened one of the stalls, the camera still in his grasp.

“Now then…” He packed the camera into a duffle bag he had hidden in the restroom earlier, slinging it over his shoulder. As he exited the park, he muttered to himself, “Star Avenue, The 2nd, huh? I’m always number one, though.”

With that, Yuuto headed toward his ‘new’ home, his plan firmly in place.

‘ – Thoughts.

” – Speaking out loud.

Introduction

Hello! This is a fanfiction based on the NTR manga Tomboy Sister Bully by Ratatatat74.

Yuuto Sakurai [The main character of this fanfiction] is an original character from my web novel Anti-NTR Man, which has 99 chapters as of writing this. I’ve already written a fanfic where Yuuto enters an NTR universe once before and thought it would be fun to do it again.

Warning: I’m experimenting with a new style here, so I’m mostly winging it! The story will focus on power and social dynamics (BUT IT WILL HAVE SMOKE & BADASS STUFF) which is a new area for me. Please keep that in mind if things aren’t perfect.

FOR FIRST-TIME READERS, AND THOSE WHO DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT: The original manga centers around a weak main character who is constantly bullied. His sister, a short-haired tomboy, tries to get his tormentor to apologize, she is angry. He agrees, but only if she hangs out with him. Eventually, she becomes entangled with the bully herself, manipulated into a relationship, where she loves him (it is unclear if she knows that the bully continues to bully her brother behind the scenes, I’m betting on no). Meanwhile, the main character, refuses to spill anything to his mother and sister, suffers silently – takes comfort in the fact that he doesn’t burden them with news about his bullying. The bully, manipulative and experienced, thrives on controlling those around him, and takes pleasure in bullying the protagonist. It makes him feel alive, and has a lot of fun. He sees the sister as his personal toy, as he torments her brother.

This story is about my OC transmigrating into the body of said weak protagonist. If you Yuuto, you know he’s hella strong; and with a purpose—To purge all NTR Antagonists 🙂

With that said, enjoy the story!

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SLAM! The sound of a wooden drawer being forcefully closed echoed through the room.

Yuuto had just stashed away his latest “masterpiece,” a work he’d admired for over an hour.

Yes.

Another NTR redemption fanfiction, one of the thousands he wrote in his free time, where he inserted himself as the ANTI-NTR MAN—the hero who saves the main character from being NTR’d.

That was his identity. His purpose. His… curse.

… His delusion.

“BECAUSE MAIN CHARACTERS ARE TOO WEAK! THAT’S WHY SOMEONE LIKE ME HAS WORK!!! WHOOOOO! LET’S GOOO! GIMME MONEY!!!” He shouted at the ceiling, failing to acknowledge that not a single person had visited his site or paid for his dubious services.

“Dubious? HAH! The only dubious thing is how many people are getting NTR’d and not calling ME!” He boasted to no one, grabbing a fresh sheet of paper and readying his pen.

‘While I wait for the INEVITABLE CLIENT WHO WILL HIRE ME, I’ll craft another MASTERPIECE! Each one sharpens my already superior mind!’ He thought, deluding himself.

“Hmm…” He muttered, staring at the blank page. “I need some inspiration…” Minutes passed without a single idea.

Turning to his computer, he began a search.

Two hours later…

“Hmm…” he hummed again, scrolling through a certain piece, eyes glazed over. “It’s pretty mild,” he murmured, clearly unimpressed.

“As someone with a bratty sister, I honestly wouldn’t care if some bastard made a whore out of her. She’s such a pain, I’d be surprised someone even bothered to try. Heck, I might even be proud of the guy, in a way that he actually did it… And if that same guy tried to bully me, I’d just baseball his ass… Or maybe not. Gotta keep my cover as a SUPERHERO, like Karlc Knet, the Supreme-Human Man.”

Yuuto sighed, clearly disinterested.

“Is this really even an NTR? This feels more like a regular bully story, not NTR…” he muttered to himself.

“I mean, it’s just his sister. It’s not like the main character was planning on screwing her anyway.” He grimaced. “Yuck. Imagine being so fatherless that you’d want to bang your own sister.”

“Whatever. Pass.” He clicked away from the story. “Nothing interesting here… Not even—”

Suddenly, a baseball smashed through his window, hitting him squarely on the head. Yuuto slumped onto his keyboard.

“WHAT THE—WHO!?” He snapped awake, abruptly finding himself sitting in the middle of an empty basketball court.

Yuuto looked around, his mind spinning. He quickly noticed he was no longer in his room but in an abandoned basketball field, not a soul in sight.

His hair fell into his eyes—long, unkempt locks that hindered his vision.

‘To think I got ambushed… GRR!! HOW CARELESS!!’ Yuuto mentally scolded himself, feeling the ache in his abdomen. Several areas felt bruised, some completely numb.

‘Well, as the superhero I am, it was only a matter of time before the NTR villain group captured me. I must stay vigilant,’ he thought, taking a deep breath.

‘First things first. Nothing feels broken… but I should do a full body scan, just to be sure.’ He brushed his hair out of his eyes, his vision clearing.

He struggled to his feet—thankfully, no pain in his legs.

‘Now, I just need to find a mirror,’ Yuuto decided, spotting a public restroom nearby.

‘Man, if only I could tell what’s broken just by instinct, like in anime. Gotta learn that power someday.’ He shook his head, stepping inside, and after confirming it was empty, he removed his shirt, eyeing himself in the mirror.

‘Shit…’ He clicked his tongue, examining the bruises covering his body.

“WHO THE HELL IS THIS TWINK!?” He yelled, leaning against the sink in a panic.

‘This can’t be real… No, NOOO…!’

“AGAIN!? REALLY!?” he shouted to the ceiling.

“IF I HAD A COIN FOR EVERY TIME I TRANSMIGRATED INTO A WIMP’S BODY, I’D HAVE TWO COINS! WHICH ISN’T MUCH, BUT IT’S WEIRD THAT IT HAPPENED TWICE!!!” he ranted.

“COULDN’T YOU PUT ME IN ‘THE BOULDER’S’ BODY FOR ONCE!?” he shouted before doubling over, his sides aching.

“Tsche…” He gritted his teeth, glaring into the mirror.

‘Still… these injuries are no joke,’ Yuuto mused, his expression softening slightly. ‘This is just my educated guess, which means it has to be right; Whoever did this… enjoyed it. Most are fresh, but I can see at least a dozen that aren’t.’

He glanced down at his now-noodle arms, that mattress of a chest, and the sheer bones sticking out. ‘I’m in the body of a wimp who’s getting bullied, right? That has to be it, and judging by how young this shrimp looks, I’m in… Around first year of High-School?’

His brow furrowed as he thought about the precision of the injuries. ‘The bully knew what they were doing—hitting spots where the bruises wouldn’t show easily. Was this kid keeping quiet out of fear? Or care for his family?’

Yuuto took a deep breath, slipping his shirt back on. ‘No point mulling over it. I need to find out where this wimp crashes. It’s getting dark.’ He patted down his pockets, noticing a phone.

‘Lucky.’ He unlocked it easily. ‘Now, who do I call…?’

He scrolled through the contacts, scanning the labels: “Mom,” “Sis.” Yuuto sighed. ‘Of course, fatherless.’

‘Oh?’ His thumb hovered over another contact labeled “Friend.”

‘So, he had a confidante, huh? Rather than call his mom or sister, maybe I should call this guy. I could just go all: ‘HEEEEEY BUDDEH, I GOT MAD DRUNK AND SLAMMED MY BODY AGAINST A GUARDRAIL IN MULTIPLE PLACES, COME PICK ME UP~~~” He thought, smirking at the idea.

But then, he paused. ‘Wait, am I stupid (obviously not)? I just got transmigrated into a wimp’s body after getting beat up. Where was this “friend” when it happened?’

His curiosity piqued, Yuuto scrolled to the messages section. ‘I should check their interactions first…’

Yuuto’s eyes widened as he started reading through the messages.

Main Character:
“Hey… can we talk?”

Friend:
“Sure, what’s up?”

Main Character:
“I… I just wanted to ask if you could maybe, um, stop pushing me around? It’s… getting kind of hard to deal with.”

Friend:
“Pushing you around? Man, what are you talking about? We’re just messing around. It’s not serious.”

Main Character:
“Yeah, I know, but… it hurts. You know, sometimes.”
“Like, when you hit me last week… I’m still bruised. I just don’t understand why you’re doing it…”

Friend:
“You think I’m trying to hurt you? That was nothing. You’re blowing this way out of proportion. I didn’t even hit you that hard.”

Main Character:
“I know… I mean, I’m not saying you did it on purpose, but it’s just… hard to hide the bruises now. My mom’s starting to ask questions, and…”
“I just don’t know what to tell her.”

Friend:
“Bruises? From me? Come on, man. Maybe you’re just clumsy. I saw you trip over your own feet the other day. You’re always bumping into things.”

Main Character:
“No, I… I mean, I guess, but… I don’t trip that much. You’ve been hitting me, and I can’t keep making excuses for it.”

Friend:
“Dude, you’re really overthinking this. Friends mess with each other all the time. You’re not mad, are you? It’s just a joke, we always joke around.”

Main Character:
“No, I’m not mad, it’s just… I don’t know if I can keep dealing with it. Could we… maybe stop?”

Friend:
“Stop what? Stop being friends? Is that what you want? You’re saying you don’t want to hang out anymore?”

Main Character:
“No, I… I didn’t say that. I just… I don’t know.”

Friend:
“Look, man. You need to chill. You’re acting like I’m some kind of villain. It’s not like I’m trying to hurt you. We’re just having fun. Maybe you’re just a little sensitive, huh?”

Main Character:
“I’m not sensitive… I just… I don’t know. I just want it to stop.”

Friend:
“Alright, alright. I get it. You’re stressed. I’ll back off, okay? But you don’t need to go around telling people about this. You don’t want your sister to find out, right?”

Main Character:
“My sister? Why would she need to know?”

Friend:
“I’m just saying, you don’t want to make things awkward. She might think you’re weak, that you can’t take care of yourself. Do you really want her to worry about you?”

Main Character:
“…I guess not.”

Friend:
“Exactly. She’s been hanging out with me lately, you know. We’ve been getting close. Do you really want her to think you’re too fragile? Come on, man.”

Main Character:
“I… I didn’t know you were hanging out with her.”

Friend:
“Yeah, she’s cool. We get along. You wouldn’t want to mess that up, would you?”

Main Character:
“No, but… just leave her out of this. Please.”

Friend:
“Relax. I’m not gonna do anything to her. But you don’t want her getting involved, right? Let’s just keep this between us, and everything will be fine. You don’t need to tell anyone.”

Main Character:
“Okay… I won’t say anything. Just… stop hitting me, okay?”

Friend:
“Sure, sure. But hey, delete these messages. We don’t need anyone seeing them. Just do that for me, alright?”

Main Character:
“…Yeah, I’ll delete them.”

“Woah…” Yuuto gasped as he scanned the messages, his knees giving way as he collapsed to the bathroom floor.

“This… This is just…” His breath quickened, and his phone slipped from his trembling hand.

“I recognize this pattern… The manipulative nature… The sister he mentions, and now this…” His eyes widened, the realization dawning on him.

“It’s… that doujinshi I’ve read…!” he murmured. His excitement grew.

“I’m… I’m really in it again…!”

He raised a fist to the sky, as if heralding some grand cosmic irony. “AN NTR MANGA!!” He almost smiled widely, his voice brimming with dramatic energy.

“I can finally baseball…”

“I can baseball…”

But the anticipated rush of glory fizzled out just as quickly. His enthusiasm drained.

“… But there’s no one to baseball,” he muttered, slouching as the weight of the situation settled in. “I’d take it if it were a lover or something, but she’s this body’s blood-related sister. What am I supposed to do? Take care of a bully if he tries messing with me again? That’s it? Because I sure as hell ain’t gonna make the sister fall for me instead… EW. She can fuck whoever she wants.” Yuuto’s face darkened, his earlier joy gone.

“No… there has to be something more.” He whispered to himself, pulling himself upright again, determined. “I was brought here for a reason. The wheels of fate (the high-on-copium author) brought me here for a reason…!” He repeated. “There has to be more.”

He scrolled through the messages again, and a few key words lingered in his mind: Friend. Manipulative. Liar. Sadistic.

Now, the pieces started to fall into place.

‘Now that I think about it… In the manga, he said how he loved watching the MC squirm, taking his masculinity away bit by bit. The type who loves to come out on top, a manipulator drunk on his own power, with an ego as fragile as his smirk.’

‘… Let’s assume for a second that the main character gets used to the treatment he’s been getting. When that Friend sees the relief in his eyes, do you think he’ll just stop? Leave him alone and keep playing with his sister? WRONG!’ Yuuto’s mind raced, his thoughts becoming sharper, darker.

‘HE’LL WANT MORE. HE’LL NEED MORE HARM TO KEEP GETTING THAT SAME HIGH! The rush of control, the thrill of dominance—he’ll have an egotistical injury when he sees the routine and perseverance in the main character’s eyes. And that mental injury…. Will cause him to crave something new.’

Yuuto’s grip on the phone tightened, his eyes narrowing as his reasoning took a sinister turn.

‘And since this guy clearly has a thing for pretty women… who’s to say he won’t go after the wimp’s mom next? She’s the last light in the MC’s life, the only source of comfort. If he takes her away, what will that do to him? Squirming beneath his heel again, even more helpless…’

‘But more important more than anything…! THAT BASTARD CAN GET ME KICKED OUT OF MY OWN HOUSE!! I CAN’T ALLOW THAT! I WANT TO FREELOAD!!!’

Yuuto shamelessly admitted as he clenched the phone tighter.

‘Hmpth,’ He grunted, his focus returning ‘Someone who gets off on making the weak tremble beneath him. No remorse, just pure control as he rises to the top… with no obvious weakness, at least at first glance.’

A smirk crept onto Yuuto’s face, sharp and wicked.

‘Someone like that… He only exists in an NTR manga. He’s a textbook Machiavellian…’

‘And a perfect antagonist to get baseball’d by ME.’

His smirk widened into a subtle grin as he glanced back at the phone.

‘Careful, Friend. I might just knock you off your imaginary throne.’