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My name is Saki Yoshida.

Recently, I started experimenting with some new makeup with the help of my mom, and it seemed to have a surprising effect: people began to really like me, and I started to become popular.

I thought this would finally be my opportunity to make friends. While I did meet my boyfriend Hayato, who I deeply love, I didn’t really become as popular as I had hoped. Just when I thought I was beginning to fit in, the dynamics shifted. The girls I believed were my friends turned against me due to how the boys started treating me after I… did them favors to keep my job a secret. Despite my efforts to keep it under wraps, the truth somehow leaked out to everyone.

I thought Hiroki-kun, who was also alone and ostracized, might understand me. I wanted to reach out and just maybe be his friend. The most I managed was to give him my shirt a few days ago after he was cornered by some seniors in the bathroom. He didn’t know it was me… I think.

Me and Hiroki hadn’t met again since that incident where he was brought to the hospital.

Today marked our first real interaction. We were finally meeting face to face.

Seeing him now, I can truly say he is different from everyone else…

“So… are we before or after your father railed you in secret?”

…But not in a good way at all.

Yuuto asked casually as he crouched beside the trembling Saki, resting his head on his bloodied baseball bat.

“U-uh… I-I don’t… Uhm… W-what are you…” Saki stammered, unable to meet his gaze as she looked away.

‘Why would he say something like that…!? How… How does he know..?’ Saki thought, shivering in her place, her cellphone in her palm.

‘Hah… Saki Yoshida. The greatest NTR protagonist of all time… Of course, she’s here. After all, it wasn’t just someone who betrayed her. Fate itself played the antagonist in her story, screwing over her good life. Fate itself cucked Saki Yoshida’s life away from her,’ Yuuto thought, scrutinizing her with his weary gaze as the effects of adrenaline coursing through him started to wane.

Traces of makeup from sobbing.

Traces of filth on her shirt collar and skirt.

Smelly hands.

Soaked lips and mouth.

‘It’s obvious what happened here,’ He thought after examining her, ‘To think I didn’t notice that she was also in this school… She was quite the hot topic after she groomed herself in the manga. She’s right on the verge of her life becoming the greatest pile of garbage in existence…’ Yuuto thought with a sigh.

“Listen. I don’t really have a lot of time, so just forget my last question. I have something more pressing,” Yuuto murmured confidently.

‘Oh, thank God… At least he doesn’t seem to want to pry—’ Saki thought, a flicker of relief passing through her.

“Did your mom toss you out of the house due to your father raping you yet?” He casually called.

Saki froze in place, her mouth agape in shock.

‘Ah, shoot. Of course not. Didn’t she stop going to school immediately after that happened?’ Yuuto realized, chiding himself for his thoughtlessness.

“F-forget about that one too, my brain was ha—”

“MY MOM… WOULD NEVER DO THAT!” Saki suddenly cried out, looking at Yuuto with wide, tearful eyes.

Yuuto met her gaze silently, not uttering a word.

“My mom… loves me… She… she would never do that..!!” Saki murmured, memories of her mother’s warm smile and embracing arms inviting her home filled her thoughts.

‘I’m scared… Hayato… Save me…’ Saki murmured under her breath, glancing at her phone, hoping for a sign that her boyfriend had returned her calls.

Noticing her distraction, Yuuto quickly grabbed the phone from her trembling hands.

“N-NO!! GIVE IT BACK..!!” She cried, her voice shaking as she reached out for her phone now clenched in Yuuto’s grip.

“GIVE IT BACK…!!” Her plea echoed again, with Yuuto pushing her away from him. The phone only getting farther out of her reach.

‘No..!! He’s also a bad person..!’ She thought as Yuuto stood up and smashed the phone against the wall.

“No!!!” Saki cried out, stumbling past Yuuto to retrieve her now shattered phone.

“Hayato… Hayato..!!” she murmured desperately, her fingers fumbling over the broken device, trying to make it work so she could call her boyfriend while Yuuto watched silently beside her.

In her panic to escape, Saki slipped as she rushed towards the bathroom door.

“HELP—” Her cry was cut short just as she reached the door.

Yuuto quickly reached out and grabbed her arm harshly, pulling her into the second stall and locking the door behind them. His baseball bat clattered to the floor as he used his other hand to cover Saki’s mouth.

Tears welled up in her eyes again.

‘No… He… He also wants me…’

‘I was wrong… Hiroki… was just like the rest…’ She thought with tears climbing up her throat, as Yuuto kept his silence, holding her subdued against the wall in the stall while standing behind her.

Her strength waned, yielding as moments passed by.

Yuuto stood motionless, listening to the synchronized footsteps fade away from the bathroom.

‘Normally, they would’ve started undressing or groping me by now…’ Saki mused, half anticipating Yuuto to make advances, torn between the potential excitement and overwhelming fear.

Yet, Yuuto remained composed.

Before long, Saki’s composure gradually began to settle. It was then she noticed a certain metallic scent lurking right below her nose where Yuuto covered her mouth.

Saki’s gaze shifted to Yuuto’s palm.

‘Is he… bleeding..? Has something happened to him, like last time…?’ Saki pondered.

“Saki Yoshida, right?” Yuuto began, interrupting her thoughts.

Silent, Saki couldn’t utter a word, Yuuto’s hand still covering her mouth.

“…Nod if that’s really your name.”

Saki nodded in response.

“Good. Are you aware of the current situation in our school?” Yuuto inquired, his voice calm and controlled.

Saki shook her head.

“…Have you been in here since before the first class started?” Yuuto’s tone softened.

Reluctantly, Saki nodded, her movements hesitant and sluggish.

‘I see… She’s not hypnotized, then,’ Yuuto breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Those boys work fast, huh? So many people to baseball…’

“I will now release you. Please don’t scream or try to run. Do you understand…?” he instructed.

Once again, Saki nodded in agreement.

Gently, Yuuto removed his palm from her lips, momentarily sticking due to the blood staining his hand, his other arm still securing Saki’s, restraining it behind her back.

Observing her lack of outcry, Yuuto grew more at ease, gradually withdrawing his arm from her face until it returned to his side. Then, he released his hold on her arm.

“Can you please turn to look at me?” Yuuto asked gently.

Saki slowly turned to face him directly.

As she did, she took in his battered appearance. He wore only a bloodied tank top and leggings, his body covered in bruises, and his eyes looked as if he was on the verge of passing out.

‘Crap… I’m starting to feel it… Anemia. I’ve lost too much blood…’ Yuuto thought, his breathing labored.

Saki instinctively covered her mouth with her hands at the sight before her.

“W-what… What happened to you…?”

“The entire school’s been hypnotized by someone. Just give me a moment… I’ll find a way to show you proof…” Yuuto murmured, leaning against the stall wall and sliding down to a seated position.

‘Damn it… Just pinning her against the wall took so much out of me…’ he thought, his strength fading.

Saki glanced briefly at the door as Yuuto stepped back, leaving her room for a maneuver. She could escape, leave behind the boy who had been so harsh with her, who had destroyed her phone; which was the only thing connecting her to her precious, loving boyfriend and her mom. Now, he was talking about the school being hypnotized? It sounded absurd.

Leaving seemed like the safest option.

‘She’s going to leave… Ahh… Damn it… I can’t even stand up…’ Yuuto thought, feeling his consciousness begin to wane as he noticed Saki glaring at the door, her palm raised to flip open the lock.

But then, seeing the bruised and beaten Yuuto, something stirred in Saki’s heart.

She turned away from the door, and crouched beside him, her fingers gingerly moving his tank top aside to reveal a gruesome, bloodied wound just below his shoulder.

Yuuto gasped, watching her fingers as she examined the injury.

‘Damn it… I’m slipping… No… I… need to stay awake…’ he thought, struggling to remain conscious.

Saki’s eyes widened in shock, her complexion turning pale as she stared at the gaping wound, which still seemed to pour out blood.

‘How… How is he still alive? What happened here in the school…? Why did… I…’ Her thoughts raced, too jumbled and panicked to form a coherent response as Yuuto’s eyes fluttered, threatening to close.

“Just… Wait a minute… I’ll… take a nap… and then… save…”

“Save you…” Yuuto whispered, his voice fading as he lost consciousness. His head tilted to the side, and his eyes closed.

Saki gasped softly at his words, staring at him in bewilderment.

“Save… me?” she echoed, confusion and concern etched across her face.

Akito lay defeated on the stadium’s parquet floor. At any moment, the hypnotized horde would breach the entrance.

Yuuto, exasperated and battered, breathed heavily, blood trickling down as he clutched his baseball bat. He glanced at Akito.

‘You’re hypnotized, huh?’ Yuuto mused silently.

‘…How nice of him to admit it,’ he thought before starting to walk away from the stadium.

Suddenly, he stopped, the vibrations from the stadium door growing stronger as the police attempted to bash their way in. The creaks of metal and steel breaking urged Yuuto to move on.

Something louder than the chaos outside echoed in his mind, though.

‘Everything is fine… Hah,’ Yuuto scoffed.

Seconds later, the stadium door burst open. Dozens of police officers stormed in, their pistols raised.

The stadium was dark and silent, the only light coming from the open door leading to the locker area. This light cast a beam across three police officers’ bodies.

“OVER THERE!! CHECK THE LOCKER ROOM!!!” one officer commanded. A group of policemen sprinted past the bodies, following a trail of blood Yuuto had left earlier.

“Go over every locker!!” another barked, as the group began frantically breaching every metal locker…

But no one was there.

Another group searched the seats. Every row was empty.

They concluded that the stadium was deserted. Hiroki Morii was nowhere to be found.

“Sir, we found out where he might’ve gone,” one officer reported, pointing at another blood trail leading to the stairwell to the roof.

“Good. Follow it now!” the leader ordered. Without delay, the entire group ascended the stairs…

…Leaving the bodies of the three police officers on the ground.

Whether they were dead or alive was now a matter of fate and luck.

Elsewhere…

“I see. He managed to escape, then? What about the officers who were in pursuit, Tommy?” Satoshi inquired casually as he sauntered into the principal’s office.

“I… I haven’t received any updates regarding their progress, sir. Your orders were solely to apprehend him… Nothing more, unfortunately…” Tommy replied as Satoshi settled himself at the table. Soon after, Tommy, Kanoko, Nao, and Kaede all entered the room, obediently following suit.

‘He’s slipped through our fingers… Just surrender, Hiroki. This pointless charade needs to end… Please. If you just surrender, it can all be over…’ Nao silently pleaded with herself, keeping her emotions in check.

“Damn it… This is beyond frustrating,” Satoshi muttered with a sharp sigh, his brows furrowing as he leaned back in the principals chair.

“In the meantime, perhaps you’d like to indulge in some… recreational activities with these lovely ladies, sir? I have some… enhancements that could amplify the experience for both you and them,” Tommy suggested slyly. Nao, Kaede, and Kanoko’s hearts raced at the insinuation.

“Indeed, Tommy… but only once that scoundrel is in my grasp. I want him to see it all. I want him to witness his precious mother succumb to addiction and prioritize me over him. I want him to see how everyone he loves stop caring about him before I make them kill him, out of THEIR own will.” Satoshi hissed with venom.

“Understood, sir.” Tommy casually replied, as if he were just talking with a colleague about work.

‘No… Please, Hiroki… Escape..! Run away from this place and survive..!!!’ Kaede pleaded internally, her desperation mounting with each passing moment.

‘This bastard… Just let me move a finger, and I’ll kill him!’ Kanoko seethed, her rage barely contained.

‘Drugs… No… Now he’s going to make me an addict…!?!’ Nao thought, feeling a surge of panic.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Satoshi said, turning to Nao, startling her.

“W-well… It’s just that… drugs…? I want you even without them, though,” she stammered, moving closer and placing her hands on his shoulders.

“Good,” he replied with a smile.

‘What…?’ Nao internally stammered at his nonchalant response.

“That way, you’ll want me even more. Isn’t that nice?” Satoshi said with a leer.

“A…h…”

‘Damn it… How did I end up in this situation..!?’ Nao lamented internally, mustering a smile to conceal her mounting anxiety.

“Y-yes… Just… Please… be gentle,” she stammered.

“Oh, there’s no need to be nervous.” He started, caressing her palm as he spoke, “Once you experience the high, you won’t even care if I’m rough or not,” he remarked matter-of-factly.

Nao swallowed hard, her complexion draining as she struggled to maintain composure, her breath catching in her throat.

“Tommy,” Satoshi called as he turned his gaze to his butler,

“…Call those three,” Satoshi commanded.

“Are you certain, sir? They can be rather… unruly,” Tommy hesitated, his lack of enthusiasm evident in his tone as he glanced at Satoshi.

“I am certain. My patience is wearing thin. I want that fucking bastard here in front of me already, and the fact I haven’t heard anything from neither this entire school nor the entire blasted police force, I think it’s well within reason at this point.” Satoshi insisted.

Tommy sighed, adjusting his monocle as he turned away from Satoshi, “Very well. I will contact them promptly…”

‘H-Hiroki…’ Nao thought as the butler left the three alone with Satoshi in the principal’s office, gently and quietly closing the door behind him.

‘…Please survive…!! Save me…’ Nao’s thoughts instinctively gravitated towards him.

‘Y-you’ve changed, haven’t you? You’re someone different now, right!? Then… Please, avoid being captured…!! Please…!! Find a way to rescue me…!!’ She silently implored in her mind.

———–

“A-KI-TO. You dead..?” A voice called from above him, their face an inch from his, blocking the sun that beamed down onto his bloodied face.

“Ahh…..” Akito grunted as he placed a palm on his face, blocking out the sun.

“I feel like shit…” Akito murmured in a raspy voice as he laid there.

“Well, you look like shit. You’re always so perceptive <3.” The enthusiastic voice called softly.

“….Right… Where are we…?” Akito murmured.

“On the roof of the roof of the school. Found ya’ here,” the voice casually called, the figure ducking near Akito’s head.

“Ahh… You mean the roof of the school?” Akito clarified.

“No. The roof of the roof… Like, you know how that small structure that leads to the outside of the roof has its own roof? We’re there,” the voice explained, leaning beside Akito, lying on the sub-roof.

“Dumbass… It’s called a sub-roof,” Akito said with an exasperated sigh.

“Same thing. Anyway, what’s up with you?”

Akito sighed, looking up at the clear skies as he removed his palm from his face.

“…I lost. To that Hir-…”

Akito stopped himself.

“Hir…? No way, you mean Hiroki Morii?” the voice asked, almost in surprise.

“Nah. That ain’t the guy’s name,” Akito corrected, his voice confident and steady.

“Uh… Pretty sure it is, though. Did he beat you up so much you forgot his name?” they asked casually.

“No, it’s just not his name,” Akito replied firmly.

“Hm…?”

“The person I lost to… was called Yuuto Sakurai,” Akito stated, his tone steady as he looked up.

“Okay… So he can change his name, cool.” The voice accepted Akito’s narrative with a shrug, “How did you manage to get him to fight you?”

“I told him I was one of the zombies,” Akito murmured, glancing away.

“Aha, seriously!? What a riot~! Hahaha,” they laughed uproariously, rolling on the ground next to Akito.

“Shut up… It worked, didn’t it? He fought his hardest… It was fun,” Akito admitted, a content smile spreading across his face.

“Hmm…” The other’s voice trailed off as they studied Akito’s expression.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you smile like that. Now I really want to meet him… Yuuto Sakurai, was it? Interesting,” they mused, jumping to their feet.

“Wait, Nazuna,” Akito called out in a hurry. “Don’t go down there,” he warned sternly.

“Why not? I want to find him. I won’t let some zombies catch me off guard,” Nazuna replied, tilting her head curiously.

“They’re not zombies. They’re hypnotized… If you go down there, you could get caught up in it,” Akito cautioned.

“Ohhhh… Are you worried about me, Aki-chan?” She teased, smiling.

“Who’s worried… If you fell under a spell like that, it’d be troublesome,” Akito muttered, turning away with a faint blush.

“Don’t worry! I’m pretty smart, so I won’t get caught. See you later!” She said cheerfully, leaping off the subroof.

“W-wait..!!” Akito called out, trying to reach out but his body ached too much to move. Wincing from the pain, he lay back down, gazing at the sky.

‘… Damn it. I guess I’m stuck here, then,’ he thought, tilting his head towards where Nazuna had been sitting, noticing a full bottle of cold water beside him.

With a sigh, he muttered, “Whatever. She can handle herself.”

Meanwhile… At the boys’ bathroom…

“Haah… Finally, some breathing room…!!” Yuuto muttered as he entered the bathroom, quickly scanning the stalls.

‘I’ll take the third one, the middle stall. No one checks the middle first. And if they do start to check, I’ll have time to think on my feet,’ Yuuto planned, reaching for the door…

…It was locked. Someone was inside.

‘Someone’s in there…? DAMN IT, I CAN’T LET THEM SEE ME..!!! I HAVE TO HANDLE THIS FAST!’ Yuuto thought frantically. He gripped his baseball bat, slamming it against the plastic door with all his might, tearing it off its hinges.

“Eeeek!!!” A feminine voice shrieked from within as the door clattered to the tiled floor.

Yuuto paused at the sight of a girl about his age, huddled in the corner. Her knees pulled up to her chest as she tried to shield herself.

Yuuto halted, bat raised, as he noticed her terrified, shivering form.

His heart raced, not just from the rush but from knowing too well the complexities of hypnotism.

With a loud bang, he slammed his bat against the wall above her, causing her to flinch.

“WHO ARE YOU?! SPEAK!!!” Yuuto demanded, his blood-stained bat hovering menacingly.

“A-ah… I-I’m… Please don’t hurt me…!!” Her voice quivered with fear.

“PLEASE DON’T HURT ME YOU THINK I’M A FUCKING IDIOT!!!? THAT’S NOT A NAME!!! COME ON, OUT WITH IT!!! WHO ARE YOU?!” Yuuto insisted.

“I-I’m…” She stuttered, peeking from behind her arms that covered her face. Her eyes, deep blue, looked up at him, fear evident in them. Her black hair fell around her face, streaks of makeup running down her cheeks from tears.

“S-saki… Saki Yoshida…” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she met Yuuto’s gaze.

Yuuto’s jaw dropped in shock as he stared at her.

“WHAT THE FU—

TO BE CONTINUED…

Gunshots thundered through the locker room door.

‘They’re firing?!’ Yuuto realized, gripping his metal baseball bat, surprised that none of the shots seemed directed at the door itself.

Pained screams pierced the air from outside. Cautiously, Yuuto pressed his ear against the door, careful not to expose himself.

‘It’s dark outside. I might need to go out there soon… I’ll do this for now,’ he thought, closing one eye as he stood in the bright light of the locker room.

[This tactic was similar to one used by some pirates, who are rumored to have worn eyepatches not due to missing eyes but for strategic reasons. The purpose was to prepare one eye to see in darkness, facilitating a quick transition from the bright sunlight on deck to the dimly lit conditions below decks. By wearing an eyepatch, a pirate could swiftly switch it from one eye to the other when moving into the dark, enabling immediate adjustment to low light conditions and thus gaining an advantage in combat.]

“AAARRRH!!!” A scream cut through the chaos.

“HE’S OVER THERE!!!” someone else yelled.

[BANG] [BANG] [BANG]

More gunshots rattled the stadium.
‘Is there someone else here besides me and those cops?’ Yuuto pondered, a mix of curiosity and alarm stirring within him.

“OH…!!! AAAHH!!! DON’T!!!” The sounds of thuds and agonized screams continued, resonating through the walls.

The brutal symphony lasted about a minute, then sudden silence descended.

‘Someone took out the cops… with a gun? Is that what happened?’ Yuuto pondered, his muscles tensing in anticipation of the next move.

‘Or did some poor bastard just get himself killed by them…?’ he wondered, just before a sharp shout cut through the stillness.

???: “HIROKI MORII!! I KNOW YOU’RE HERE!! COME OUT!!! THERE’S NO WAY OUT BESIDES GETTING OUT OF THAT LOCKER ROOM!!” A voice echoed through the space.

‘From the sound of it, he’s standing pretty far from the door…’

‘Damn it. I don’t have time for this asshole now. I need to staunch the bleeding…!’ Yuuto thought, glancing briefly at the door lock.

‘Nope, that won’t work. If this guy has a gun, he could shoot through the door lock… I’ll be trapped soon enough. And if more show up… Tsk.’ Yuuto sighed, slowly unlocking the door and opening it while staying concealed behind it, his baseball bat ready.

‘I have to take this guy down and focus on this damn wound later.’

???: “Are you going to show yourself at some point? Or keep wussing out behind that door?” The voice taunted, sounding relaxed.

“Depends. Are you going to be a little bitch and shoot me if I step out?” Yuuto replied, gripping the door handle tightly.

‘It’s too dark… I need just a bit more time to let my eyes adjust to the darkness before I can take this guy on.’ Yuuto calculated.

???: “Huh? Even if I do, just dodge the bullets like you did earlier outside.” The man retorted, arms crossed.

‘Just dodge the bullets… Who the hell does this guy think he is?’ Yuuto scoffed internally.

“This ain’t the Matrix, asshole. As much as I’d love to be able to just dodge bullets, I just got lucky out there.” Yuuto shouted back.

???: “Sigh So you didn’t notice it…” He exhaled in resignation.

‘Huh…? Noticed what?’ Yuuto’s eyes narrowed in curiosity.

Suddenly, three pistols clattered to the ground in front of him.

Yuuto’s gaze snapped to the guns, his one eye still shut, sizing up the three firearms laid before him.

???: “There. Three police officers, three guns. No officer carries more than one. Now, come out… Or I’m coming in,” he declared confidently.

‘…’ Yuuto cracked his neck.

‘…Just another asshole to baseball, Yuuto. Just another asshole to baseball…’ Yuuto thought as he emerged from the locker room, walking confidently despite his bleeding shoulder, wearing only a bloodstained tank top. He held his baseball bat steady as he faced the figure in the darkness.

Yuuto opened his other eye.

‘I can make out the stadium now… I see someone standing there. Big build. Maybe smaller than Veiny Turd by a little…’ he thought, eyeing the shadowy figure.

“Hmph. In the end, you came out with a weapon while I’m unarmed,” the figure murmured with a soft chuckle.

“Oh, don’t you start, you prick. You just took down three police officers with loaded guns. No way you did that unarmed,” Yuuto hissed.

“I could say the same to you, Hiroki Morii. No way you dodged those bullets without some trick, so that makes us even,” the figure confidently countered.

“Again, I’ve no clue what you’re shitting about. You high on mushrooms or something?” Yuuto replied sharply, his chin lowered as he gripped his baseball bat tightly.
Yuuto then noticed the bodies of the three policemen.

“These guys dead?” Yuuto asked.
“What’s it to you? You care about them?” the figure replied, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Well, I admit I’m not the most morally upright person in the world, but I’d rather not associate myself with another potential psychopath, you know, considering.”
Just then, loud knocks echoed from the stadium door.

“HEY, IS EVERYTHING FINE WITH YOU…!!?” Someone’s voice boomed through the door.

Yuuto and the mysterious figure both glanced at the stadium door.

“I’d love to chat more, but it looks like we’re out of time. Let’s go, Hiroki Morii.” He said as he started walking towards the stairs leading to the roof access.

“As you’ve probably noticed, everyone’s acting like zombies… I’m not sure what’s going on but—”

“No. I’m not coming with you,” Yuuto interjected flatly.

“…What…?” The figure stopped abruptly, turning to face Yuuto.

“How do I know you’re not hypnotized too, ready to spout their catchphrase when I let my guard down?”

Yuuto asked, tightening his grip on his baseball bat.

‘Happened too many times. I can’t relax just yet.’

The figure then broke into a wide grin.

“Hypnotized…? Ah, so that’s what it is… they are under hypnosis,” He acknowledged.

‘…Something’s not right,’ Yuuto thought warily.

“Well, then…” The figure paused, then suddenly disappeared from Yuuto’s view,
Only to reappear behind him.

“I’m also hypnotized, Hiroki Morii. So, if you want to survive, you’ll have to fight me!!!” He yelled as he swung a lightning-fast elbow.

‘Crazy bastard…!’ Yuuto thought, narrowly arching his back to deflect the incoming elbow with his baseball bat. His right hand strained under the pressure, blood spurting anew from his wound as the force sent him skidding backwards.

‘This damn body…!!’ Yuuto cursed internally as he hit the ground, the distant pounding on the stadium door echoing louder.

“There it is again… How did you manage that? How didn’t my elbow connect? I had all the advantage in the world just now…” The man called out, both frustrated and curious as he advanced towards the prone Yuuto.

‘I have no idea what he’s on about… but now’s not the time to figure it out,’ Yuuto thought, forcing a chuckle.

“Maybe you just suck, shithead. Ever thought about getting good?” Yuuto taunted, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Haha, fair point…!” The mysterious figure laughed, not visibly ruffled by the jab.

‘Damn, he’s not taking the bait,’ Yuuto noted, maintaining his grin as the figure vanished, reappearing suddenly above him aiming a stomp.

‘How does he keep vanishing like that…!?’ Yuuto wondered, narrowly dodging a foot aimed directly at his head. Rolling to the side, he quickly regained his footing. The two faced each other squarely, each harboring the same thought:

‘I need to figure out that trick of his if I want to beat him,’

With a grunt, Yuuto charged forward, swinging his baseball bat with all his might towards the guy’s head.

“You’re fast… but predictable!” the figure taunted, disappearing just as the bat sliced through the air where his head had been moments before.

‘Again… He just vanished?!’ Yuuto’s mind raced as the figure reappeared in a blur, his fist poised to strike Yuuto’s temple. Yuuto tensed his entire body, desperately trying to raise his hands to defend, but he was a second too late. The punch landed brutally on his temple with a crushing force.

The blow sent Yuuto’s head snapping to the side, spit flying from his mouth. Despite the pain that rocked his skull, Yuuto managed to force his gaze back towards his opponent.

‘He’s still standing after that…?’ the figure wondered, slightly taken aback as Yuuto swung his bat in a desperate, swift arc towards his abdomen.

The figure stopped the bat with his palm, stepping back to assess the situation.

Yuuto’s head throbbed, his vision blurring slightly from the impact, yet he stood defiantly as the figure loomed out of the shadows.

“Interesting… VERY INTERESTING, HIROKI MORII!!” the figure shouted, his voice a mixture of excitement and challenge. He vanished again as Yuuto struggled to stabilize his vision and balance.

Yuuto narrowed his eyes, scanning the surroundings.

‘Where will he appear next..!?’ Yuuto thought, bracing himself for the next blow. Suddenly, the figure materialized just below his line of sight, ducked low with a fist rocketing towards Yuuto’s abdomen.

‘Damn it…!! I can’t defend against this..!!’ Yuuto thought, desperately trying to lower his guard to protect his kidneys, but he wasn’t quick enough. The punch connected sharply, sending a searing pain through his kidneys.

Gritting his teeth, Yuuto spat blood and swung his baseball bat toward the figure who had briefly materialized before slipping back into the shadows after narrowly avoiding the baseball bat.

Moments later, the assailant reappeared, delivering a swift kick to Yuuto’s head. Yuuto once more tried to defend with his baseball bat, yet he wasn’t quick enough.

‘SHIT… I’M GETTING TIRED…!! I CAN’T MOVE MY BODY AS FAST AS BEFORE..!!’ Yuuto thought as the kick connected with his temple.

The impact caused Yuuto’s own teeth to graze his cheek, drawing more blood. Despite the haze clouding his vision, Yuuto retaliated with another full-force swing of his bat, but once again, his attack was diverted, and the figure faded into the darkness.

‘This bastard hits like a truck… I can’t keep taking hits like this…!’ Yuuto thought, steeling himself as he faced the direction he last saw the figure.

‘But… Something’s weird about his movements…’ Yuuto noted.

“Well, well… Most people go down after the first hit. Some might last till the second, and a select few make it past the third… But you? You’re something else,” the figure said, clapping as the sound of the stadium door being battered by police officers filled the air.

“Man… Is this a common trope in this world? Do people really love blowing their own horns this much?” Yuuto sneered, spitting blood to the side.

“Hahaha, still so confident after taking such a beating… Your resilience isn’t unwarranted, though. Thanks to that little trick of yours, you’re actually managing to hit back even after I pull my moves. That never happens,” the figure acknowledged, a note of respect threading through his taunts.

“Well, you might be the only person in this world who goes out of their way to suck my dick as well,” Yuuto mocked, his voice edged with scorn.

Yuuto’s mind raced. ‘What trick is he talking about? What have I done that he’s noticed?’ he pondered.

The figure clicked his tongue in visible frustration.

“You’ve got a sharp mouth on you, huh, bastard? Don’t you understand your situation? You’re losing… One or two more hits should finish you off, given how you’re barely standing now,” he stated confidently.

[Background Music: MGR OST – RED SUN]

‘Got ’em..’

‘…In every sense of the word… He hits me, but whenever I counterattack right away, he doesn’t vanish. He either blocks or dodges the baseball bat… Which means there’s a delay between each time he disappears!’

“I don’t think so, assface. Now that you’ve given me some time to think, I’ve figured out what your trick is. You’ve already lost, you arrogant prick,” Yuuto hissed back, blood dripping from his mouth and his shoulder, showing his resilience.

“Hmph. In the end, it’s all bravado with you… I overestimated you, Hiroki Morii. Time to put you to sleep!” he declared, vanishing into the shadows once more.

Just then, Yuuto closed his eyes, gripping his baseball bat tightly. He focused inward, tuning into the rhythm of his heartbeat and the sound of each breath, amplifying the internal noises and shutting out the chaos outside.

‘This bastard closed his eyes… What’s he trying to pull? Probably just showing off again… I’ll end this now!’ the figure thought arrogantly.

Suddenly, Yuuto felt a sharp pain shoot through his upper abdomen.

‘Here,’ Yuuto thought, grimacing as blood spurted from his mouth, yet he managed to swing his baseball bat directly into the figure’s diaphragm.

‘WHAT!?’ the figure gasped, his breath knocked out of him.

‘Was he waiting for me to strike!?’ the figure pondered in panic.

‘Dazed. Stop his movement. Strike again,’ Yuuto plotted quickly. He stamped on the figure’s foot to halt any movement and swung the bat upward, slamming it against the figure’s chin.

‘CRAP… I CAN’T AVOID IT IN TI—’ the figure’s thought was cut off as his head jerked back from the impact.

“CRHSS!!” the figure grunted, still standing but visibly shaken, as he vanished again.

Yuuto closed his eyes once more.

‘SHOULDER,’ he thought, sensing the air shift near his shoulder. A fist connected with his head. Reacting instantly, Yuuto swung his bat sideways, colliding with the figure’s head with tremendous force.

‘THIS CRAZY BASTARD…!! HE ACTUALLY WAITS FOR MY HITS…!!! DAMN… HE’S CAUGHT ON TO MY DELAY!!’ the figure realized, panic setting in…

… As he smiled wildly.

“THAT’S HOW THINGS SHOULD BE, HIROKI MORII!!!!!!!!!!!” he bellowed, his voice reverberating off the stadium walls.

In a relentless dance of combat, the figure vanished and reappeared with terrifying speed, landing blows and receiving counterstrikes from Yuuto’s bat. The clash of metal against flesh, the creak of strained bones, and the whoosh of displaced air filled the stadium each time the figure disappeared, the sounds intensifying, shrieking into Yuuto’s ears.

‘This bastard’s picking up the pace…!!’ Yuuto noted, feeling the strain…

… But matching the figure’s grin with his own determined smile as adrenaline coursed through his aching body.

“I’MMA BASEBALL YOUR ASS!!!”

Both combatants were battered and bruised, engaging in a brutal battle of endurance. Whose will would falter first? Yuuto’s relentless swings of his baseball bat, or the figure’s mysterious teleporting strikes?

Minutes of fierce exchange dragged on. Both fighters were gasping for air, their bodies screaming in pain. The door to the room shook violently, its hinges threatening to snap at any moment.

Bruised and bloodied, the two warriors paused, glancing toward the trembling door, then back at each other.

“Looks like you’re running out of time, Hiroki Morii. Those other hypnotized bastards are about to barge in, and you’ll be overwhelmed by us… But…” the figure panted, pausing to catch his breath after each phrase.

“…No respectable fight ends like this… This next move, I’m going all out. Everything on this one hit.”

Yuuto’s eyes narrowed, his resolve hardening. ‘Fine… If it’s come to this, I’m ending it—this guy’s going down now.’ He mentally prepared himself for the decisive blow.

“My name… Is Akito Kamiyama. Remember it well,” he declared, squaring his stance.

“And my name…” Yuuto retorted, steel in his voice.

“…Is Yuuto Sakurai, you fucking bastard…!!” Yuuto growled, his voice raspy, his gaze piercing as he locked eyes with his opponent.

Akito chuckled lightly, acknowledging the challenge.

“I see… Here I come, Yuuto!!!!!!!!!” he screamed, vanishing once again as Yuuto braced himself.

‘I’ll also… Bet everything… On this one strike…’ Yuuto resolved, feeling time slow down around him.

‘…Back.’ Yuuto thought, instinctively spinning and swinging his baseball bat backwards…

…But Akito wasn’t there… Until that very moment.

‘What…? But… I didn’t even hit him…’ Akito realized in shock as Yuuto’s bat arced toward his temple.

‘Ahh… Right… I never did figure out histrick…’ Akito mused, catching a glimpse of Yuuto’s eyes, which seemed to glow momentarily.

‘…But looking at his eyes now, it’s all clear… There was no trick… This is just a man who’s been through countless fights…’

‘You won this round, Yuuto Sakurai…’ was Akito’s last coherent thought before the baseball bat made crushing contact with his head, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Yuuto landed and immediately began sprinting towards the school exit.

‘Too many people, too tight a space. Need to get out of here…!’ Yuuto thought as he bolted.

“Sire… He’s about to get away,” Tommy observed calmly, watching Yuuto’s retreating figure.

“Don’t worry, Tommy. And remember, it’s Satoshi now…” Satoshi replied, leaning nonchalantly against the windowsill.

“Oh, well… I suspected he might somehow manage to escape…” Satoshi mused with a smile. Nao watched Yuuto nearing the escape, her fingers clenched.

‘Am I really… hoping that pathetic guy escapes…?’ Nao wondered.

‘No… I’m not. I’m trembling because this guy is terrifying… He’s far stronger than his brother… Hiroki is truly doomed this time,’ she rationalized in her thoughts.

‘HIROKI…. RUN… GET AWAY FROM HERE…!!’ Kaede mentally urged.

Just as Yuuto reached the school gate, a man clad in a police uniform appeared.

‘Police..!! What luck!’ Yuuto thought as he approached the officer.

“Officer!!” Yuuto called out.

The policeman turned toward Yuuto, his gun aimed squarely at him.

“Everything… Is fine with this…” the officer intoned monotonously, his expression blank as he fired at Yuuto, a loud thunderous sound reverberated through the school yard, striking Kanoko and Kaede’s eardrums as if a needle had punctured their ears.

“GAARHCH…! DAMN IT..!!” Yuuto cried out as the bullet struck his shoulder, embedding itself without an exit wound.

‘HIROKI!!!!!!!!!!!’ Kaede and Kanoko screamed internally.

Even Nao’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Satoshi glanced aside, noting her reaction.

“What? I thought you despised him,” Satoshi remarked calmly, his piercing gaze fixed on Nao, who was speechless as she intently watched Yuuto.

Yuuto dodged as the officer fired several more shots, emptying his magazine in Yuuto’s direction.

Yuuto zigzagged back toward the school as bullets whizzed by him.

‘GOD…!!’ He thought, taking a short deep breath as he processed the pain of the bullet, ‘No exit wound!? How!? Hiroki’s body shouldn’t be strong enough to withstand a bullet like this… Especially with how badly I was pummeled a few days ago just from a bunch of sissies…!! I’ll have to dig it out myself later…!!’ Yuuto thought, looking at his bleeding shoulder.

‘Well… At least it didn’t hit anything vital… AS IF!! How the HELL would I know if it hit something vital!? I’m not a doctor!!’ Yuuto thought in frustration as he reassessed his perilous situation.

Yuuto ran at the door to the stadium, which was locked.

‘Did I really just forget!!? This is an NTR world…!!’ Yuuto realized as he began bashing against the door. The initial policeman was soon joined by two more in a squad car, who immediately exited their vehicle and opened fire on Yuuto, missing as they advanced while shooting.

‘THE ENTIRE WORLD…’ He thought as he backed away significantly from the locked stadium doors, facing it with his other, good shoulder. “EXISTS TO DESTROY THE MAIN CHARACTER!!!” Yuuto screamed as he charged at the door, breaking it open with a resounding crash.

He rolled on the ground as he landed inside the stadium grounds, staining the floor with his blood.

‘And that’s why it’s gonna be worth it… When I baseball this entire world in the ass!!’ He thought as he got on his feet with an unwavering smile on his face.

Yuuto’s figure then disappeared into the stadium, the three police officers followed him in.

‘…This is just… Crazy…!! It’s gotten out of hand!!’ Nao panicked, concealing her reaction.

‘But… I can’t do anything… Not to him… I’m… Powerless. The best I can do now is just go with it,’ Nao thought.

“I…” Nao started replying, “Do hate him… I just expected you to have more class dealing with that bastard.” Nao calmly stated, trying to mask her anxiety.

“I’m having all the class there is. He crippled my brother. If you don’t want to be hypnotized like the rest, just shut up and do as I say,” Satoshi ordered. Nao immediately relented.

Kanoko’s thoughts darkened, ‘This… BITCH… SHE WAS IN ON THIS…!!!!?’

‘Nao-chan…!! No way…!!! WHY..!!!!?’ Kaede cried in her mind.

‘Don’t… Hate me too badly, you two…’ Nao thought, her gaze somber as she looked at Kaede and Kanoko.

‘This guy will hypnotize you into pleasure right in front of Hiroki’s eyes. You will forget everything… pain, worry… even Hiroki. You’ll only know joy… Isn’t that wonderful…?’ Nao argued inwardly, struggling to maintain eye contact with Kaede and Kanoko.

“Sir—… Satoshi.” Tommy corrected himself, “The gymnasium appears to be connected to this building… What are your orders?”

“Hmph. As you’ve seen, Hiroki Morii is merely human. Even he can’t outmaneuver armed officers… I’ve instructed them to cripple him, not to kill. They’ll execute the plan, and bring him to me. He’ll be enough alive to see how I break his family, unable to do anything…” Satoshi stated as he turned to leave the room.

“And… if they fail?”

“There are more than just three officers in this shitty town, Tommy…” Satoshi chuckled darkly.

Soon, police cars swarmed the entire school, their sirens slicing through the air with relentless urgency.

‘Insane… This is absolutely insane…!!!’ Nao’s mind raced, barely grasping the chaos unfolding around her.

Desperate for a grip on reality, her eyes darted to the shattered stadium door where Yuuto had charged through, closely pursued by the police officers.

‘Yuuto… Sakurai, huh…? All this time, I thought you were someone completely different after that beating… Could it be a split personality disorder…?’ Nao pondered, her thoughts swirling in confusion.

Yuuto’s eyes frantically looked around himself, his gaze landing on a nearby locker room.

Yuuto dashed into the locker room, his breath ragged from exertion and pain. Slamming the door shut behind him, he scanned the area frantically.

“Safe space… for now,” Yuuto muttered, urgency coloring his voice as he staggered through rows of metal lockers, clutching his bleeding shoulder which stained the floor and darkened his clothes with its reddish hue.

‘I need to get this bullet out, fast… Sterilize, staunch the bleeding. I need tools… Pliers, maybe?’

Spotting a set of pliers on a cluttered bench, relief washed over him. “Gotcha,” he grunted, managing a chuckle as he sat heavily on the bench, his injured shoulder pulsing with pain. Hastily ripping open his shirt, he readied himself as the sound of footsteps neared the locker room.

Grasping the pliers with a steady hand, he braced himself. ‘Think of it as… your shoulder’s… first time,’ he thought, a manic smile flickering across his face despite the tension.

With grim determination, he pressed the pliers into the bullet wound. “GRSSG… HAahaha… Hahahaha… HRRG…!!” Laughter mingled with groans escaped him as he probed his flesh; blood gushed, staining the tool and his hand. Finally, the pliers clicked against the bullet.

‘Found you, you NTR bullet bastard… Taking my shoulder’s first time like it’s nothing… Seems like everything in this world needs a good baseballing,’ he thought, teeth clenched in a pained smile.

He carefully adjusted his grip on the pliers, the tool slippery with his blood.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled sharply;

“Grsshh!!!”

A guttural yell tore through his clenched teeth as the bullet clinked onto the floor.

“Hahahahahaa… Pfft…”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…!!!” Yuuto’s laughter echoed loudly in the locker room as he stared at the bloodied bullet.

‘Now… To staunch the bleeding… Sterilize… Need alcohol…’ His breathing was heavy and labored.

Outside, the sound of footsteps intensified, accompanied by the muffled voices of police officers nearing the sealed locker room door.

“Cover the exits!” one officer commanded, the sound of bodies slamming against the door growing stronger.

Yuuto tossed the bloody pliers aside, his breathing erratic. He quickly scanned the room for an escape route or a makeshift weapon.

‘No way out through the door… There’s got to be another way…’ His eyes darted around, searching urgently, as the banging on the door reached a crescendo.

His gaze landed on a baseball bat, sticking out of a nearby bag…

…And this one was made of metal, for a change.

‘…No need to run anymore,’ Yuuto decided. His smile ever the brightest.

As the officers tried to breach the door, the door to the stadium behind them was suddenly blocked by a shadowy figure; a metal rod wedged between the door handles, sealing off any entrance to the dimly lit stadium.

The officers, caught off guard by the sudden metallic thud and the vanishing sunlight, halted their assault and spun around.

???: “Man… I usually dislike jumping into someone else’s fight…”

The figure declared as the three officers turned to face him.

“IDENTIFY YOURSELF!!!” one officer demanded, aiming his gun at the figure emerging from the shadows.

???: “…But bringing that kind of heavy artillery into a fight… That’s something I despise even more.”

“SHOOT HIM!!!” another officer ordered.

???: “Just because how boring it is…”

**GUNFIRE**

They all stood frozen, as if awaiting a cue. Yuuto assessed his surroundings, back pressed against the only escape route—the door to his classroom.

‘This might be bad…’ His thoughts raced.

Suddenly, a solitary figure broke through the crowd.

A small, dark-skinned boy with blonde hair and blue eyes advanced, flanked by a man dressed in a sharp tuxedo. The boy’s smile was unnerving as he fixed his gaze on Yuuto.

An eerie silence fell. Not a single student moved. Even the two subdued teachers remained motionless.

“Let me guess. Your doing?” Yuuto asked, his tone even, meeting the boy’s gaze with unflinching calm.

“Perceptive… And calm. Even now. As expected of the one who took down my little brother,” the boy replied, his smirk broadening as he studied Yuuto.

Yuuto glanced back at the classroom door, sensing no movement from inside. ‘They weren’t affected by the hypnotism… Right?’ he wondered.

“Do you have the slightest idea how little that narrows it down, little prick? I’ve taken down quite a few people lately,” Yuuto retorted, his voice dripping with mockery.

Tommy, the old man in the tuxedo, contorted his face in anger. “Why you insolent…!!”

Satoshi raised his hand, signaling his butler to cease. The butler’s expression eased back into calmness.

“Hahaha, you really are amusing, Hiroki Morii. I’m curious how long you’ll keep laughing…” He muttered suggestively, his voice dripping with confidence.

“Way longer than you, peanut breath. You’ve hypnotized them, right? That’s the only thing that makes sense of this whole thing.” Yuuto scanned his surroundings sharply.

‘I don’t see Kanoko… Or Kaede… Or that traitorous bitch… Or his kohai- that judo girl, Ayumu. Where are they? Usually, in an NTR setting, the villain would parade them in front of me to try and break me,’ Yuuto speculated with a sneer.

“Oh, aren’t you astute? From my research, I pegged you as just another brainless thug.” Satoshi’s mockery caused the hypnotized crowd of students and teachers to erupt into a drone of thunderous laughter.

Yuuto joined in the laughter, prolonging his long after theirs had ceased.

“Ahahahahahahaha…” Yuuto’s chuckle resonated across the silent crowd.

Satoshi’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“What’s with the laughter? Has this spectacle driven you insane?” Satoshi probed.

“Oh, not at all, you stupid clown,” Yuuto retorted, slowly halting his laughter.

“You really get off sniffing your own farts, huh? By showing yourself, you’ve just signed your death warrant. I now know you are the one who’s doing this.” Yuuto sneered with venom,

“All I need to do is snap your neck, and then I’ll sort out this hypnosis later.”

“Indeed, you are perceptive… Considering how you dealt with my brother, I have no doubts about your ruthlessness, as well. Perhaps we are cut from the same cloth, though I’m clearly the more intelligent one,” Satoshi replied smoothly.

‘Third floor… 15-meter drop. No bushes, no escape routes. I need to stall, figure something out… Do I have to break his neck now? If the hypnosis doesn’t break, I’m screwed,’ Yuuto assessed his options.

“You really enjoy this, don’t you, shota bastard?” Yuuto said.

“What’s life without a little thrill, Morii?” Satoshi sighed with a twisted sense of calm.

‘Too risky. That old guy looks frail, but appearances are deceiving,’ Yuuto thought as he eyed the butler closely, noticing his concealed buff physique.

‘…He’s too fit. If I charge at peanut-breath here, I might not kill him quick enough before he jumps in.’

“Thinking about whether you can take me down before my butler intervenes?” Satoshi guessed, his smirk widening.

Yuuto’s muscles tensed.

‘Damn it, he got me figured out…’ He thought, masking his concern with a smirk.

“Nah, I was just admiring that monocle. What’s it made of, bitchnesium?” Yuuto quipped.

“How cute…” Satoshi muttered, snapping his fingers with a sinister grace.

Suddenly, Kaede, Kanoko, and Nao emerged from the crowd, their expressions blank, moving mechanically.

Yuuto’s eyes widened slightly, ‘Ah, there they are. For a second there, I thought I’d been isekai’d out of this world… Though the Judo childhood friend ain’t there,’

“Ho… Recognize someone?” Satoshi taunted, a twisted smile spreading across his face as the three women surrounded Satoshi, their faces emotionless yet their eyes screaming silently.

‘FUCK… I CAN’T MOVE…!! COME ON…!!’ Kanoko raged inwardly, trapped in her own body.

‘What is this!? What is this!!? Hiroki… Save me…!!’ Kaede’s thoughts echoed in desperation.

Satoshi then beckoned Nao closer with a crooked finger and started kissing her deeply.

‘Haha… Well, Hiroki, like what you see…? I’ve willingly agreed to this. He didn’t even need to hypnotize me… Don’t hate me too much for introducing him to your cute mother and sister <3’ Nao’s thoughts dripped with betrayal as they continued, Kaede reluctantly massaging his shoulders and Kanoko forced to lick his ear.

‘Shit…!! Doing that to a bastard like him..!!’ Kanoko seethed, filled with disgust yet unable to resist.

Nao then glanced up at Yuuto, her gaze challenging, expecting his features to contort with despair.

‘Hiroki….!!! Don’t look…!!’ Kaede’s heart cried out.

“I was actually wondering when they’d show up. No way you’d brainwash everyone but leave them out,” Yuuto said coolly, his voice calm and unnervingly steady.

Kaede and Kanoko found a sliver of relief in Yuuto’s composed demeanor.

‘Hiro…Ki..’ Kanoko’s thoughts clung to hope.

‘The hell..!? Why isn’t he breaking…?’ Nao fumed internally, her irritation mounting.

Satoshi’s annoyance flickered across his face as Yuuto remained unaffected. He then broke the kiss, pushing Nao off of him as he put his hands in his pocket, pulling out a small pocketknife.

“Hey.” Satoshi called, his body snapping to Kaede. He looked up at her, his tone laced with anger.

“You’re his mother, right? Here,” Satoshi said nonchalantly, handing her the knife.

‘No…!!!! NO…!!!! DON’T!!!’ Kaede’s mind screamed as she took the knife with steady hands.

“Stab him,” Satoshi ordered coldly.

Kaede, with heavy steps, began advancing towards Yuuto, her eyes filled with silent apologies.

‘HIROKI… HIROKI…!!! RUN…!!! PLEASE, RUN..!!!!’ Kaede’s internal screams were desperate.

‘Wait… You’re just going to kill him like that…? Isn’t that too much..!?’ Nao thought, unsure how to act.

Thinking quickly, Yuuto spun on his heel and sprinted back to the classroom, slamming the door shut behind him, yet unable to shut it wholly due to the fire hose in the way.

‘Something… There has to be something here..!!!’ He thought, as he swiftly turned away to the classroom as he noticed that the hose was in the way of closing the door.

“Hiroki… Don’t worry…” A soft voice whispered just as he snapped his body around.

Then, eerily, the entire classroom chimed in unison, “Everything is fine with this…”

‘They’re under it too!? How…?’ His eyes scanned the room frantically, stopping on the big TV screen showing an empty chair. ‘No fucking way… He can hypnotize through the TV?’ He thought, backing towards the window to assess his escape options.

…No escape was possible without risking serious injury.

As they advanced, Yuuto’s mind raced. Suddenly, the classroom door burst open. Satoshi and his butler strode in, followed by a mob of brainwashed students and teachers. Kaede, knife in hand, steadily approached. Satoshi’s smirk was confident and calculating as he caught sight of Yuuto near the window.

‘HIROKI…!!! NO…!!! STOP THIS…!!! PLEASE!!!!’ Kaede’s internal pleas echoed desperately as she moved closer, knife gripped tightly in her steady hand.

‘…This is getting worrying. He said he was just going to dominate this guy… Not… This…!!’ Nao thought, concern slightly showing in her features.

“You know, I’ve made sure they’re aware of everything going on around them while still under my control. After your hot mom kills you, right in front of your family, I’m going to ensure they remember every little detail. I’m gonna make them addicted to my cock, and only think about that while I break their spirit and forget about you entirely…” Satoshi hissed as he licked his lips.

‘NO!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!! HIROKI…!!! HIROKI!!!’ Kaede’s thoughts screamed in despair, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“The way I see it, Hiroki Mo~rii-chan…” Satoshi began, his tone disturbingly cheerful. Yuuto faced him head-on, unflinching.

‘Damn it..!!! HIROKI… THERE’S… NOTHING I CAN DO TO SAVE YOU….!! NO…. SOMEONE… ANYONE… HELP HIM…’ Kanoko thought in despair, also shedding a tear as she followed Satoshi.

“You have two choices: surrender and die… or jump. Either way, these puppets will drag you back to me, and I’ll make sure you get exactly what’s coming to you…” His smirk spread maliciously across his face.

Yuuto tilted his head downward as he ducked, the gravity of his predicament sinking in.

‘This is real… A bona fide hypnotist has commandeered the entire school and Hiroki’s family against me…’ He squared his shoulders, steeling himself for what came next.

“So, had enough of your bravado, Hiroki Morii—”

“DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMBASS!” Yuuto’s voice boomed as he suddenly leapt up, throwing the window open with one hand and seizing the fire hose with the other.

Satoshi’s eyes snapped to the fire hose, now under Yuuto’s control.

‘Damn it…! Where did that come from!!?’ Panic flickered across Satoshi’s face.

“I ain’t ever giving up, you shota bastard,” Yuuto declared, his voice ringing with defiance as he clambered onto the windowsill, hose in hand.

‘H-hiroki…!!’ Kaede’s thoughts echoed, her gaze fixed on Yuuto, a flicker of hope igniting within her.

Satoshi’s eye twitched in annoyance, taken aback by the audacity. “And remember this: My name’s Yuuto Sakurai… And mark my words… I’m gonna baseball your ass!” Yuuto shouted, leaping from the window and using the fire hose as a makeshift rope.

‘Yuuto… Sakurai?’ Nao thought, her curiosity piqued. ‘YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOO I’M TAKING ON AN ACTUAL HYPNOTIST NTR BASTARD IN ANOTHER WORLD, LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS THE SECOND-BEST DAY EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ His thoughts raced with exhilaration, his face lighting up with a wild, childlike grin as he touched down.

Meanwhile, back in the school…

???: “Hm..? I ditched the lesson and came back but no one was here… What’s going on?”

The stern teacher entered the classroom, now a sodden mess, weaving his way among the soaked students who stood outside. They watched Hiroki spray water with an unusual calmness.

Upon noticing the teacher, they all shared the same thought: Hiroki was in inescapable trouble this time.

He WILL get expelled, or worse.

The teacher surveyed the waterlogged classroom and then fixed his gaze on Hiroki, who was by the chalkboard.

“Ahh, teacher,” Yuuto said, turning off the water hose and flashing a nonchalant smile. “My seat was a bit grimy, so I cleaned it before class. I’ve got evidence if you—”

“Never mind that, Morii, take your seat. Everything is fine with this classroom. The rest of you, do the same,” the teacher instructed with an unsettling calmness.

‘…What?’ Yuuto’s brow furrowed in suspicion.

“W-WHAT!?” the students erupted.

“TEACHER, I GET THAT YOU’RE STRICT, BUT LOOK AT THE MESS HIROKI CAUSED!!”

“YEAH! THE ENTIRE CLASSROOM’S FILLED WITH WATER BECAUSE THAT CRAZY BASTARD USED THE HOSE AND—”

“BE QUIET!! Take… Your. Seats. Everything… Is fine with this classroom,” he commanded, silencing the angry crowd with stern authority.

‘For once I agree with those numbnuts. Something’s off with him,’ Yuuto thought, eyeing the teacher’s vacant expression.

‘…Mr. Morii… You’re the closest one to your seat, yet you’re not taking it? Even though everything is fine with your seat?” the teacher pointed out sharply.

‘…Let’s play along for now. Something interesting is going on,’ Yuuto thought as he settled into his waterlogged seat.

The other students exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of how to react.

“Everything is fine…?”

“Y-you heard the teacher… E-everything is fine…” They gradually calmed down, although a little weirded out.

After a few moments of hesitation, they reluctantly returned to their drenched seats out of respect for their teacher.

The class resumed as usual, adding to the surreal nature of the situation.

“Teacher,” a voice piped up.

“Yes, Nana?” the teacher responded with unsettling nonchalance.

“Uhm… There’s a lot of water here… Could we take a few minutes to dry everything off?” The student asked, shifting uncomfortably in her soaked seat, her classmates nodding in agreement.

“I see you completely dry. Everything is fine in this classroom. We’ll continue with the lesson,” the teacher insisted, dismissing her concern.

The students shared bewildered looks, sensing that something was profoundly amiss with the teacher, yet none dared to speak up.

At that moment, the teacher glanced at his watch.

‘This teacher… This behavior and his repetitive insistence… Everything is fine with this classroom… It’s almost as if he’s—’

“Morii,” the teacher suddenly said, turning his attention to Yuuto, cutting his thoughts short.

Yuuto met the teacher’s gaze as all the students’ attention shifted towards him.

“Come with me. Someone needs you. Don’t worry, since everything is fine,” the teacher stated, his voice devoid of emotion.

“…Right,” Yuuto murmured, rising from his seat and walking towards the teacher, who was waiting by the classroom door.

“Meanwhile, you students watch this… Educational video.” The teacher said as he turned on the TV in the classroom.

The students exchanged uneasy glances. Despite their dislike for Yuuto, they were baffled by the unfolding events. It felt as though they were trapped in a surreal nightmare; some even pinched themselves, hoping to wake up.

Yuuto and the teacher exited the classroom as the TV inside played.

“What’s going on? Where are we going?” Yuuto inquired as they moved further from the classroom, the teacher’s face revealing nothing.

Elsewhere…

“Alright… Hiroki Morii…. Let the games… Begin..!!” Satoshi declared with a wicked smile on his face.

Back outside the classroom…

The teacher suddenly thrust a sharp pen towards Yuuto’s abdomen. Reacting swiftly, Yuuto caught the pen in his palm, the tip piercing his skin as blood began to trickle down.

‘Fuck..!!! I knew he’d try something, so I managed to block it…!! But I went and got myself stabbed… The hell with this weak body!!’ Yuuto gritted his teeth, pain etching his features.

But the teacher persisted.

“Everything is… Fine…!! Morii…!!” the teacher gasped, struggling to drive the pen deeper as if compelled by some unseen force.

Yuuto looked deeper into his eyes.

‘Right… This is an NTR world… This bastard.. Has been hypnotized! Who did it!?’

“Grr…!!!” Yuuto grunted as he seized the teacher’s wrist as he pressed against his palm.

Yuuto immediately looked around, noticing security cameras.

‘I can’t risk injuring him too severely—there might be an NTR schemer with the ability to alter evidence lurking around. But I still need to neutralize him…!’

“GENTLY…? Nope!”

As the teacher’s hand trembled, pushing relentlessly, Yuuto quickly transitioned from defense to assertive control. Grabbing the teacher’s wrist, he spun sideways, pulling the arm into a vulnerable position. With the teacher’s elbow secured against his torso, Yuuto clasped his hands together and executed a sharp twist, forcefully snapping the area around the teacher’s wrist.

“GAHHH!!!” The teacher howled as the pain surged, the pen still lodged in Yuuto’s hand.

Without hesitation, Yuuto moved behind him and forcefully slammed his head against the steel lockers.

“E-…E-…verything… IS FIN.EE…!!!” The teacher’s chant turned into a slurred mumble as his vision blurred. With the teacher weakened, Yuuto tackled him, forcefully planting his face onto the ground, effectively knocking him out.

“GRH…!!” Yuuto grunted as he stood up, confirming the teacher was down and out.

‘Haah… Haa… I do feel stronger. If it were me from four days ago, I wouldn’t have managed this. Did I really get stronger in just one day…? Or is it because I’m no longer injured?’ He pondered, pulling the pen from his palm.

Blood emerged and flowed freely, trickling onto the floor.

‘A hypnotist… I’m up against a hypnotist, right…?’ His thoughts raced as he observed the faculty staff exiting their classrooms in a bizarrely synchronized manner.

They all stopped simultaneously, then turned to look at him at the exact same moment.

‘…Something’s definitely off with them too,’ Yuuto concluded, tearing a piece of his shirt and wrapping it around his palm.

“You’re bleeding..!!” A teacher shouted as he ran toward Yuuto, concern etched on his face.

‘This guy seems to be showing genuine emotion… Not hypnotized, then?’ Yuuto mused, relaxing slightly as the teacher approached.

“Don’t worry, Morii…!!” the teacher reassured as he drew near.

“Everything is fine with you…” The teacher intoned blankly, charging at Yuuto with a razor-sharp metal ruler.

Yuuto didn’t even need to see the ruler to react; he instinctively rolled to the side as he heard that chant.

‘Damn it..!!’ He thought, swiftly tripping the teacher with a well-placed foot.

As he focused on the teacher, students began pouring out of their classrooms, all except from his own. More appeared from the downstairs hallways.

Unified, over 100 students surrounded him from both sides, their chant echoing monotonously:

“Everything is fine with this…”

Yuuto’s eyes widened as he scanned the sea of faces encircling him.

‘That’s a bit more than 20 people…’

Yuuto went down the stairs, noting that Kaede was not at home.

‘She’s not home…?’ he thought as he looked around, his eyes landing on the picture of Hiroki’s late father.

‘Right. She has to work. No one else but her to make ends meet… Yet she found time to stay with me three days in the hospital?’ His eyes narrowed in thought.

Yuuto sighed deeply as he picked up the image of Hiroki’s father.

‘…One cock away. Remember, just one cock away from me ending up in the streets. She’s not worth any kind of awe or admiration,’ he reminded himself as he studied Hiroki’s father’s portrait.

‘Just what did you do to this woman to make her give you two children that are faithfully yours? Did you have the magnum opus galactus destroyer as your junk or what?’ He mused, raising an eyebrow as he scrutinized the image.

‘And what kind of father were you to make your son dye his hair to match yours?’ He thought, staring blankly at the image for a few seconds.

‘Hmph. I’m overthinking it, most likely. Considering this is an NTR manga world, it’s probably like that to make the reader more attached to the protagonists so that it will hurt more when everyone is taken away. That must be it. No other reason, and no reason to attach any special meaning to this,’ he concluded as he placed the image back, turning to face the door to leave the house.

‘Well, about Kaede Morii, it’s not like I’m actually worried about her. She’s a grown woman and, as much as I hate it, above me and the other slut in the pecking order in this household. If she wants to fuck someone and toss me out, that’s up to her,’ he figured as he approached the door.

“Hm…? It’s still open?” Yuuto thought as he tugged at the door, noticing it wasn’t fully closed. As he pulled it open, he saw Kaede outside in her work attire, deep in conversation with a handsome mailman. Her back was to Yuuto as he stepped outside, quietly shutting the door behind him.

“And then, get this he—… Uhh…” The mailman’s words trailed off as his eyes landed on Yuuto, and his piercing calm gaze. The mailman’s abrupt pause made it clear to Kaede that something—or someone—had caught his attention.

“I-I’ll see you later…! Miss Morii!” The mailman stammered, hastily making his exit.

Kaede turned around just in time to see Yuuto.

‘Ahh, so that’s why he left so abruptly… With Hiroki always driving away anyone who shows the slightest interest in me, I suppose I’ve gained that kind of reputation…’ she thought, a mix of exasperation and frustration in her sigh.

She braced herself, anticipating Hiroki’s approach and the familiar protective spiel about being the only one to look after her since his father’s passing. She expected him to question her long conversation with the mailman, which would only delay her further from going to work.

“Ahh, Hiroki! It was just that the mailman had a lot of things for me and—”

“I’m heading out. Good day,” Yuuto interrupted, his voice flat as he brushed past her without a second glance.

“Eh…?” Kaede blinked in surprise, thrown off by his unexpected indifference.

“Hiroki…?” Kaede called softly, causing him to halt and turn his head slightly towards her.

“What is it?” His tone was casual, almost detached.

“O-oh… N-nothing… Have a great day!” She managed, her initial frustration giving way to a pang of worry. She watched him for a moment longer as he nodded and walked away.

‘…I suppose he’ll start walking home alone now… Especially since he and Nao-chan aren’t together anymore…’ she thought, a trace of sadness tinting her reflections.

‘But I wonder…’ Her eyes followed his retreating figure, noting the calm set of his face as he focused on the path ahead.

‘Why do I feel like I don’t need to worry too much? Yet, just because of that, I find myself worrying even more…’

From a distant corner, a figure lurked in the shadows, observing the entire scene unfold…

‘This guy… That can’t be Hiroki, right…?’ Nao thought as she watched him from behind, puzzled by his unusual calmness and how he hadn’t immediately and frantically shooed the mailman away. She gripped her backpack tightly, her frustration mounting.

‘He… Removed the dye from his hair and changed his hairstyle…? And… Even removed the earring?’ Nao thought, confused.

Later…

‘Alright. Given this small build, I should prioritize bulking up before diving into muscle endurance training, but not too much to maintain flexibility. Judo is primarily about tolerance— not ideal for now. I should consider either a boxing gym… Or maybe just stick to calisthenics and focus on martial arts later… Yeah, that’s a solid plan. Build muscle, but not excessively, to keep flexibility intact,’ Yuuto strategized as he approached the school grounds.

“That Hiroki fucker… WHERE IS HE!!!? THERE’S TEN OF US NOW…!! WE’LL FUCK HIM UP!!” a tall senior bellowed, standing near the school entrance, his face contorted with rage as he stood with a group of ten.

“You can’t miss that tiny prick with his blonde hair,” another chimed in.

“That piece of shit beat up Nao-chan… And then our classmates. I won’t forgive that bitch. We’ll take him aside and fuck him up!!” the student declared enthusiastically, riling up the group around him.

Meanwhile, Yuuto, with his dark, smooth, cascading hair, walked past them unnoticed, entering the school grounds.

“Whoa… Who’s that…? He looks good…” a girl murmured as she watched Yuuto breeze past the group.

“Huh!!? Rise-chan, FOCUS! What if Hiroki slips by without us noticing!!?” a senior admonished.

“Oh… Uh… Okay,” she muttered, her frustration evident as she reluctantly tore her gaze from Yuuto’s retreating figure.

Yuuto made his way into the school, drawing curious glances from his peers.

“I’ve never seen that guy before…”

“Who’s that? Another transfer student?” the students whispered among themselves.

Yuuto entered his classroom just moments before the teacher arrived, stirring curiosity and whispers through the room. His gaze then landed on Hiroki’s seat.

‘….’

The desk was in disarray—graffiti scrawled across it, what looked like dirt stains marred the chair, and spit and trash littered the area. A foul smell wafted through the classroom as he approached.

“This guy’s looking at Hiroki’s seat…?”

“Wait… Look at him, I think that’s Hiroki with dark hair…!”

“No way…!? He dyed his hair because he was scared?! He probably didn’t want to be recognized after what he did to Nao-chan.”

“Hehe… The teacher’s going to walk in any minute now. And knowing our strict teacher, he won’t care if Hiroki has to sit in that pile of garbage… He’ll make him sit!” A student whispered, prompting giggles from the group as Yuuto reached his desk.

‘They got creative this time, huh? They’re even putting up with this stench just for me? I’m almost touched,’ Yuuto thought, glancing briefly at his desk before turning his attention to the four students seated behind him.

They quickly averted their eyes, avoiding his gaze.

‘…Not them, huh? Must’ve been the rest of the riffraff here,’ Yuuto surmised as he scanned the classroom.

“What do you want, Hiroki? None of us had anything to do with it~” one student called out as Yuuto’s gaze landed on him.

They all giggled silently, exchanging knowing looks.

‘These bastards aren’t even trying to hide it. So that’s how you want to play it, you brats?’

Yuuto took a deep breath.

‘Fine,’

He then turned away from his seat and left the classroom, his expression unreadable.

“We got him scared…!!” A student chuckled.

“Yeah. Even that bastard won’t dare do anything against an entire class…”

“At this rate, he’ll get expelled!” They all riled each other up, their ego skyrocketing with their success.

“As I thought, he’s just a woman beater.

One minute later, the classroom door flew open with a dramatic crash.

Yuuto stood framed in the doorway, wielding a fire hose aimed directly at his seat from the entrance.

“H-HIROKI!?” a student yelled out in shock.

“Stop—that’s insane!”

“YEAH, YOU’RE GOING TO SOAK STUDENTS WHO HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, CALM DOWN!”

The crowd of students shuffled backward, expressions etched with alarm, as they watched Yuuto clutch the hose he had dragged from down the hall.

“Good point,” Yuuto conceded. He whipped out a phone, snapped a photo of his chaotic desk, and tucked the device back into his pocket.

“Now…” His voice dropped to a mischievous whisper, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

“YIPEE-KA-YAY, MOTHERFUCKERS,” he declared in a mock French accent, unleashing a torrent of water. The hose roared to life, spraying wildly across the room, drenching everyone and everything in its path.

“GETTING EXPELLED!? HAH, THE WORST I’LL GET IS A SUSPENSION NOW THAT I HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE!”

Yuuto chuckled to himself, spraying his seat relentlessly until the foul stench and the accumulated grime began to dissipate. As he cleared away the debris, remnants of trash began to flow towards the other students. They scrambled away from the path of the hose, but many still ended up drenched.

Most were in shock at the chaos unfolding before them.

“He’s gone mad…”

“Completely lost his mind…”

They murmured to each other, eyes wide as Yuuto continued his assault on the remaining trash around his seat, his movements were then calm and methodical.

“He’s definitely getting expelled this time…” they whispered, certain of his fate.

I was VERY experimental, as you see : )

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[Notes: For this chapter, any marked words are spoken in English for no reason. Enjoy!]

As dinner progressed, Kanoko excused herself, retreating to her room. She claimed she was tired, but her flushed face and hurried departure suggested her embarrassment had gotten the better of her.

Kaede watched her go, a resigned smile on her face. ‘Well, it will pass. She’s a strong girl. She will find a way to deal with this situation,’ she thought, watching Kanoko’s retreating figure ascend the stairs.

“Mom,” Yuuto called out, snapping Kaede out of her thoughts as he finished his meal.

She turned to face him, “Yes, honey?”

“…Do you have any black hair dye?”

‘Time to lose this NTR’d ass-looking color… And this embarrassing haircut as well before going back to school tomorrow.’ Yuuto thought. Determined.

Late evening, the hospital…

“My little brother…” The man murmured as he stood by the hospital bed, gazing down at the unconscious transfer student.

He leaned over, gently patting his brother’s head.

“I swear, I will find whoever did this to you, my dear brother… And I will destroy him and everyone he loves… I promise you that,” he whispered, his voice warm yet fierce, as he clenched his other hand around his golden pendant watch.

“Mr. Jameson, sir,” a firm voice called from outside the door. The man continued to tenderly stroke his brother’s forehead without pausing.

“We’ve got one for you, sir. It’s in the limo outside,” the voice added casually.

“Just one, Tommy? Even this entire hospital couldn’t quell my rage…” he responded, still facing his sleeping brother.

“Ahh, but it is your favorite. Fresh… And innocent,” Tommy replied, his voice carrying a hint of wickedness.

“I am coming out now… Sleep well, little brother,” he said softly before turning and leaving the hospital room, walking alongside Tommy. An elderly American man in a dark tuxedo with a monocle adjusted his gloves as they walked the unusually quiet hospital corridor until they encountered a doctor restrained by a group of oddly behaving naked nurses; their crotches drenched and soaked, and other clothed doctors and male nurses. The doctor was desperately trying to break free.

“HEY…!!?! RIKU!! SNAP OUT OF IT!!! ALL OF YOU!!!” The doctor shouted in a frenzy as he struggled against them all.

“And, Tommy…” the man called out as he pulled out his pendant watch, dangling it before the frantic doctor’s eyes, swinging it side to side. The nurses’ gaze turned blank as they all faced him, expressions of utter submission on their faces.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!! YOU’LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!” the doctor screamed.

“Yes, sire?” Tommy responded, his tone nonchalant.

“Starting today, it’s Satoshi. Remember that. What will the others at school say?” Satoshi said calmly in Japanese as he continued to tilt the pendant in front of the doctor.

“Yes, sir…”

“Hmmm… It doesn’t work, huh? Impressive. I have a 100% hypnosis rate on females, and 99.9% on males… Regardless of their emotional state. Extraordinarily strong genetics and mental fortitude, I suppose? Doctors do need something like that, especially when performing surgeries,” Satoshi observed, noting how the doctor remained unfocused on the pendant and unyielding.

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS…!! DON’T THINK YOU CAN JUST DO WHAT YOU WANT!!!” the doctor bellowed, still restrained.

“Hmm… Riku, right?” Satoshi muttered, turning to one of the nurses after noticing the matching rings on her and the doctor’s fingers.

“Yes… Master…?” Riku responded.

“Stab him in the chest. The rest of you, hide the body where it will never be found. Erase all evidence by tomorrow morning. You will all forget about this evening by then,” Satoshi commanded coldly as he began to walk away.

“Yes, master,” she said, pulling out a surgical knife from a nearby silver tray while Satoshi and Tommy continued on their way outside the hospital.

“Goodbye, darling…” she murmured, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she looked at her husband with a vacant expression.

“Riku…” the doctor whispered, his voice trailing off as a tear mirrored hers.

STAB

The two exited the hospital and made their way toward the limo.

“What about your admission to the school, Satoshi?” Tommy inquired.

“I’ve already arranged it with the headmistress. I’ll be joining the third-year high school class,” Satoshi replied.

“Why not just go to this Hiroki Morii’s house now and be done with your rightfully earned revenge?” Tommy suggested.

“…Hmph… Because one, I need to go and have a word with those bastards. I will take my brother’s place as the dealer, as per our contract. And second…”

“…Where’s the fun in ending it so quickly?” Satoshi retorted, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he licked his lips and climbed into the limo. “I’ll make him suffer,”

“…Indeed… This is who you are.” Tommy concluded.

The next day…

Yuuto finished putting on his school uniform, checking his reflection in the mirror.

‘Three days completely wasted. Nothing’s happened… yet. As Anti-NTR Man, I must stay vigilant. The bruises have fully healed… perfect. This has to be due to the transmigration. No other explanation makes sense. Well, I’ll take it. Even my knuckles aren’t hurting anymore,’ he mused, clenching his fist to test the pain.

‘I need to keep training and stay alert for any NTR schemers out there. All in due time.’

With that thought, he left his room and noticed Kanoko’s room was already empty. She had gone to school early, he surmised.

‘…There’s a lot of work ahead, given this is an NTR manga world. I might have handled the main villain, but knowing how these stories usually go against the protagonist… I doubt this is the end of it,’ he thought, bracing himself for what might come next.

‘This is the same girl who wanted to teach Hiroki’s bully a lesson but ended up bowing to him and apologizing. She never follows through, and she doesn’t care about her brother as much as she thinks she does,’ he thought, holding her gaze steadily.

“U..Eh…. Ahh… H-hiroki… T-that’s…” she stammered, her face flushing deeply.

“What? You’re not going through with it? You got my hopes up and now nothing? Is this how a big sister acts?” He challenged her, his tone flat as he returned her embrace.

‘Not so enjoyable when you’re on the receiving end, is it? You teasing hypocrite,’ Yuuto seethed internally.

‘W-what is this…!?!? A-ah!!~! This is just… I-insane.. I understand that Hiroki’s shocked, but this is too much… I’m his sister..!!’ She panicked, her heart pounding wildly.

“T-this isn’t… I.. I just meant… Th-that..”

“That what? That you just lied to your little brother just to get a rise out of him for your own amusement?” he pressed, moving closer and pinning her against the wall with a decisive thud, causing her heart rate to spike.

“N-no…!! I would never lie to you… It’s just… w-we’re…” She stuttered, her eyes shut tight as beads of sweat trickled down her forehead.

‘Since when did he have eyes like those…? It’s like looking at a completely different person… I’m losing it…!!’

“So you didn’t lie? Then prove it. Do it already. My mouth’s getting dry from all the steam you brought with you,” Yuuto countered sharply, drawing his face even closer to hers, his breath warm against her skin.

‘Too close… My legs… are giving out…’ Kanoko thought, her fingers twitching nervously.

“You’re right. Nao just cheated on me. I feel so betrayed and broken,” he whispered, his voice low and steady, his face only inches from hers as she turned her gaze away, unable to meet his eyes.

“You’ve just promised to mend this broken heart of mine. I’m holding you to that, sis. Now come on, don’t leave me hanging,” he urged, his eyes intense and unyielding.

‘So intense… He… I’m… I’m…’ Her thoughts fragmented as she leaned heavily against the wall, her hands gripping her sides.

‘Any second now, she’ll push me away and flee. That’s one less problem to handle,’ Yuuto mused internally, the hint of a smirk forming as he anticipated her retreat.

“Kids..!? Dinner’s ready..! Are you coming…!!?” Kaede’s voice echoed up the stairs. Yuuto shifted his focus toward the staircase, while Kanoko’s expression remained unreadable.

“You…!!! You….!!” Kanoko murmured, clenching her fists as she looked down.

Yuuto turned to face her, noting her shaken demeanor. ‘…That will do for now. She sounds shaken enough.’

“F-fine…” she muttered weakly, too softly for him to hear clearly. She contorted her lips as if to make a kiss, but Yuuto immediately let her go and turned away.

“How disappointing. I should’ve known you wouldn’t follow through,” he said with a tone of disdain. As he stepped away, her legs gave out, and she slid down to a sitting position against the wall, breathing heavily, her gaze fixed straight ahead in shock.

‘That ought to teach that sex offender,’ Yuuto thought as he walked away, his steps echoing down the stairs without a backward glance.

‘What… What just happened…?’

Kanoko wondered, sitting on the floor, breathing heavily, her face flushed deep red.

‘Hiroki… No, forget that… Who IS this guy…!? That’s definitely Hiroki… There’s no mistaking it… But since when was he so…’ She paused, gulping as she clenched her thighs together.

‘Ugh…!! And just now… He just left… What…’ Her thoughts whirled as she slowly regained her composure, recalling his parting words.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t follow through,”

‘…Is he… Mad at me for something I did…?’ She pondered with a small pout.

‘Was this all just an act…!!?’ Anger flared as she clenched her fists.

‘No, but this is Hiroki we’re talking about… It couldn’t have been just an act…’ She relaxed slightly.

‘But he was so certain and confident… That jerk definitely did it on purpose..!!’ Her anger surged once more.

‘But… It’s Hiroki… He doesn’t have it in him… He’s just my sweet little brother… So maybe…’

She swallowed hard.

‘He… really meant it maybe… And was disappointed when I didn’t follow through…?’ Her thoughts sagged with doubt.

‘Really… What was I thinking offering to give him a French kiss… But… He seemed to expect it… And then he gave me that look like he knew I’d back out… And…’ Her mind spun in turmoil.

‘Did he want it or did… And then I promised… I…’ Frustration mounted as she clenched her fists even tighter.
She slammed her fists onto the wooden floor.

‘JESUS, THAT KID..!!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO THINK ANYMORE…!! Whatever!! I’m going to eat!’ She internally screamed, pushing herself to her feet and descending the stairs.
Yuuto and Kaede were already seated at the table.

“Ahh, Kanoko, there you are!” Kaede called as she noticed her daughter coming down the stairs.

“H-hey…” Kanoko replied hesitantly.

“Are you okay? What took you so long?” Kaede asked gently.

“A-ah… It’s…” Kanoko stammered, her gaze darting towards the back of Yuuto’s head. She felt a slow calm returning to her body.

“Nothing. I just slipped…” she said, dismissing the concern with a quick wave of her hand.

“Oh my, are you okay?” Kaede asked, her voice laced with worry.

“Yeah, it wasn’t serious…” Kanoko replied as she took a seat at the table.

“Um… Kanoko…?” Kaede inquired softly.

Kanoko positioned herself quite far from both Kaede and Hiroki, her gaze fixed intently on her empty plate, even though Kaede hadn’t yet served the food.

“What is it, Mom…?”

“Why are you sitting all the way over there…?” Kaede questioned.

‘Damn it! What is wrong with me!? I can’t bear to look at Hiroki at all… Am I… becoming conscious of him? HIM of all people!? No way…!! Lift your head up, you dumbass!!’ Kanoko berated herself internally, feeling the turmoil churn inside her.

“It’s… It’s just… This place is… Cold and I just left the hot bath… S-so… It’s just closer to the A/C unit,” she stammered, her gaze still fixed downward.

‘Oh my. Did something happen between her and Hiroki upstairs…? Maybe she was shocked by how different he is…?’ Kaede wondered, eyeing her daughter with concern as she brought the dishes to the table.

She then glanced at Hiroki, observing him as she arranged the table.

‘He doesn’t seem disturbed or angry at me or Kanoko… But that expression,’ she mused, troubled by his unusually detached gaze and the lack of enthusiasm, even though she had prepared his favorite dish.

‘Everything must have been quite the shock for him. According to the police, he fought so many students at once… I couldn’t bring myself to watch the video. But that must have been terrifying for him. And with no one coming to his aid, which is still under investigation… The poor boy must feel like the whole world is against him and he’s all alone! Kaede, you have to spoil him rotten!’ She resolved, determined as she placed the dishes on the table, offering Hiroki a warm smile.

“…?” Yuuto hummed, noticing Kaede’s affectionate demeanor as he met her gaze.

“How’s my cutest boy doing…? I made you an extra large serving <3” Kaede cooed, heaping his plate to the brim with a loving flourish.

‘Tsk. Look at her sweetening her words like that. She always does that with him. But it won’t work this time… If he’s still the same Hiroki from earlier, he’ll just take a bite and mutter a bland thank you… Or outright throw it in her face…’ Kanoko thought, eyeing the ramen set before him.

‘Hm. My favorite…? Psh, please. My palate is far beyond their understanding… A simple ramen is nowhere near sophisticated enough for my tastes… let alone calling it a favorite…’

He thought as he picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

‘But… Despite this woman being one cock away from a sex addict who would toss me out onto the streets…’
He thought as he slurped a few noodles.

‘…It is still nice to have meals like these cooked for you.’ He thought, his gaze softening as he focused at the steam rising from the ramen.

“…Thank you… Mom,” he said softly after swallowing, surprising both Kaede and Kanoko with this show of emotion.

‘W..What..?’ Kanoko thought, caught off guard.

Kaede’s eyebrows rose at his gentle response.

‘Somehow… He seems sad…’ Kaede observed, detecting a hint of melancholy in his demeanor.

“Is it… Not to your liki3*^!&^%T$(I&!
!$!%@——–

“Is it not to your liking, Yuuto?”

“No, mom!! Everything you make tastes sooooo good!!! I WAS JUST SHOCKED IT CAME OUT SO WELL!!! I’m digging in..!!!” Yuuto called with enthusiasm as he frantically ate.

“If you keep talking to him like that, he’s going to get a big head, the spoiled brat that he is, Mom!!” Yuuto’s big sister called out with a sigh.

@&*^%$(&%@—-
“Yuu@&*%THiroki? Are you alright…? Is it tasty?” Kaede asked, her voice laced with concern over his lack of response.

‘Haah…’ Yuuto internally sighed.

“Yep. So good I forgot I could talk… Thanks, mom.” He casually said, managing a weak smile.

Kaede’s lip twitched slightly.

‘…Since when… Could he make such a face?’ Kaede thought, her concern growing as she noticed his clear lack of emotion.

“I see… Mommy’s happy..~” Kaede said, also forcing a smile.

Kanoko lifted her head, observing him with curiosity, taken aback by his delayed response and the emptiness in his voice.

‘Hmm? I feel a stink-bug’s gaze on me,’ Yuuto thought as he turned his head, catching Kanoko looking at him.

Immediately upon meeting his gaze, Kanoko swiftly looked down.

‘What is this!!? WHY AM I SO EMBARRASSED TO LOOK AT HIM!?’ She thought to herself in frustration.

“Well, is he here?!” An urgent feminine voice pierced the tranquility as the door to the Morii household swung open.

“Ah, Kanoko. Hiroki’s upstairs if you want to see him,” Kaede responded, her voice calm and steady amid the sizzle and chop in the kitchen where she was preparing a meal.

“Geez, that kid has had me worried sick… And Nao-chan, too. I’ll definitely have words with her for cheating on my adorable Hiroki… right after I apologize for what he did,” Kanoko declared, irritation and concern lacing her voice as she stepped inside and slammed the door behind her.

“Apologize? What did Hiroki do?” Kaede’s voice rose in surprise.

“Yeah, I heard from a friend whose sister was there. Apparently…” Kanoko hesitated, “he slapped her until she bled when he discovered she was cheating.”

“Oh my!” Kaede gasped, dropping her utensils as she turned to face Kanoko.

“He didn’t tell you?” Kanoko pressed.

“No, he… he hasn’t said a word since he woke up… Are you sure your source isn’t mistaken? For Hiroki to hit a girl, let alone his girlfriend…” Kaede’s voice was thick with disbelief.

“I know, it doesn’t add up. I’ll try to get the truth out of him later. No way he’d just hit her… Even if her cheating was utterly wrong,” Kanoko reasoned, scratching her head.

“He did love Nao-chan, so he must’ve been deeply hurt…” Kaede murmured, her hand over her heart.

“You think?” Kanoko replied, her skepticism apparent.

Internally, Kanoko weighed her thoughts: ‘I mean, Hiroki’s cute and everything, but he’s still too immature to distinguish love from ego. Typical for boys his age. I bet he was more upset that someone else got to her first, rather than the fact she cheated. Nao-chan’s quite the hottie, and every boy’s fantasy… But even so, I just can’t see that Hiroki beating her until she bled… That’s not like him,’

“I do think he needs a serious talk with his big sister… Whenever you’re ready,” Kaede suggested gently.

“Sure, sure…” Kanoko responded nonchalantly, her attention drifting as the aroma of the meal filled the air, while Kaede resumed her bustling in the kitchen.

“Whoa, it smells incredible. What’s cooking?” Kanoko exclaimed, her nose delighting in the rich aromas wafting through the house.

“I thought I’d make Hiroki’s favorite to celebrate his return home from the hospital. And…” Kaede began, her warm smile fading into a look of concern as her words trailed off.

“And…?” Kanoko pressed, tilting her head, her curiosity stirred by Kaede’s hesitance.

“Just… be gentle when you see him, okay? He hasn’t been himself lately. He’s probably still in shock,” Kaede explained, her voice laden with worry.

Kanoko’s hands clenched into fists as images of Yuuto, bloodied and beaten, flashed through her mind. “That fucking scumbag. I heard Hiroki castrated and crippled the guy who did this to him. Turns out he’s the one Nao cheated with. Good,” she muttered through gritted teeth.

“Kanoko, we don’t use that kind of language here. Just be thankful Hiroki is safe,” Kaede admonished firmly.

“I am,” Kanoko replied, taking a deep breath. “But I’m also relieved that bastard won’t be able to mess with Hiroki anymore. When I first heard about it, I wanted to beat that fucker up and make him grovel myself… Guess there’s no need for that now, huh?” she added, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.

“Kanoko, that’s enough. Go upstairs and cool off. I don’t want you seeing Hiroki like this,” Kaede admonished.

Kanoko clicked her tongue in annoyance. “What’s wrong with wanting the guy who hurt Hiroki dead? You’re being ridiculous!” she yelled, her anger boiling over as she stormed upstairs.

Kaede fell silent, left alone with her thoughts. ‘I’ve seen enough violence… That’s all,’ she grimaced, the image of Hiroki’s bloodied form haunting her.

Minutes later, as the water cascaded over her in the shower, Kanoko found herself brooding. “That woman’s just too much sometimes…”

‘Still,’ She opened her eyes, looking at the ceiling as her golden hair cascaded down to her nape.

‘To slap a girl is one thing, but for Hiroki to castrate and cripple someone? Both of those things… It just doesn’t add up. Something else must have happened. Hiroki’s just too sweet to do things like that,’ she pondered, her mind replaying the image of the transfer student one of her friends had sent her.

‘Yeah, there’s no way Hiroki could have overpowered him. I bet that guy…’ she thought, swallowing hard.

‘Could bench press both me and Nao-chan at the same time,’ she mused, a surge of adrenaline sparking through her.

‘There’s no chance the gentle Hiroki did that to him. I’m going to find out the real story as soon as I get out of this shower,’ she resolved, determined to uncover the truth.

Meanwhile, in Hiroki’s(Yuuto’s) room…

‘…Ahh, first-year high school stuff. It’s so easy it’s boring,’ Yuuto mused, flipping through Hiroki’s textbooks.

‘These books are pristine. He didn’t touch them once, did he?’ He observed, scrutinizing the untouched pages as he refreshed his memory on first-year high school math, jotting notes in a nearby empty notebook.

As he wrote, his knuckles twitched.

‘Tsk, did I overdo it with the knuckle training?’ He wondered, eyeing his rough, reddened knuckles that he had been conditioning by striking his bed.

[Conditioning knuckles by hitting soft surfaces like sand or a bed while the knuckles are extended helps prevent them from bending during a strike, roughens the skin, and fine-tunes the muscles for better technique.]

‘I suppose until this heals, I should focus on static wall pushes. I need to understand this body better and feel how it throws a punch. My strikes were too shallow before,’ he concluded, returning to his notes.

[A static wall push is a form of isometric training where you press your fist against a wall and push without moving your arm. This exercise strengthens the muscles involved in punching, improves alignment and punch mechanics, and helps identify which muscles are engaged during a punch, providing form and technique feedback without dynamic movement.]

Engrossed in his writing, the enticing aroma of cooking began to waft into his room.

Just then, his stomach grumbled.

‘…Feeding time it is, then. It smells… good,’ he thought, his reluctance evident.

He then rose from the chair with a sigh and left his room.

As Yuuto stepped out of his room, Kanoko, Hiroki’s older sister, emerged from the bath. She was clad only in a semi-transparent tank top without a bra, revealing more than intended, and her underwear.

She noticed him immediately.

“Oh, Hiroki, I just ran the bath so the water’s nice and hot right now if you want to go in before dinner,” she offered casually.

‘There he is… The adorable little Hiroki… Just by looking at him I know he couldn’t have done all those things, especially not to him… Maybe I’ll tease him a bit~,’ she thought with a mischievous smirk.

Yuuto glanced at Kanoko without looking away.

‘And then there’s this slut. Walking out like she’s on stage at a strip club. She sees her brother covered in bruises and bandages, storms off to confront his bully, then not fucking twenty minutes later, she’s bowing and apologizing to his bully, covered with his condom. What a piece of shit,’ Yuuto thought, his expression one of sheer disgust.

“No. I’ll go in after dinner, once any germs you left there have had a chance to die off,” Yuuto replied coldly, his gaze steady.

“Ahh, haha, what’s the matter, are you embarrass—” she began with a soft chuckle, wrapping her arms around him.

‘Wait, what?’ she thought, suddenly realizing he had replied in a SLIGHTLY different way from what she expected.

‘Calm down, Yuuto… She’s still family… Just calm down,’ he reminded himself,

“I said, I don’t feel like it. Later,” he replied bluntly as she pressed her body against his.

‘Too close for comfort… I want to punch her so badly…’ Yuuto thought, a slight twitch visible in his eye.

‘Hey, hey, what’s going on here…? Hiroki would normally freak out with this kind of closeness, all embarrassed… Mom was right, he’s seriously shocked,’ she realized, her eyes widening as she noted his usual reactions—embarrassment, a blush, a hint of desire—were completely absent.

‘So, I need to step up my game if I’m going to snap him out of this…’ she thought mischievously.

She pressed her body even closer, her face just inches from his.

‘This will definitely get a rise out of him… He’ll be so embarrassed he’ll push me away and revert back to his normal, cute self…’ she reasoned.

“Say… I heard Nao cheated on you… Poor thing… How about your sister cheers you up with a big… wet… kiss?” she teased provocatively.

‘This lunatic really knows no bounds, huh? Sexual harassment, threatening sexual assault on her own brother? Got it. Luckily, I know exactly how to handle this creep,’ Yuuto thought, his strategy clear.

“Sure,” Yuuto replied flatly, his gaze steady and unblinking.

“Ahaha, oooh, you sure you don’t want me to—” She began, her eyes widening in surprise as she processed his response.

“W-what…?” She stammered, taken aback.

“I said SURE. Go ahead, plant that wet, luscious kiss. Drill that tongue of yours down my throat.” Yuuto stated with a deadpan expression.

Yuuto had figured her out; she was the type to back down from things she threatened to do. With this response, he calculated that she would retreat and not dare to cross this line again. Inside, Kanoko’s face flushed a deep red, her heart racing with embarrassment.

‘WHAT!!??!?!?!?’ She thought, her thoughts in disarray.

She would definitely back off from this…

Definitely…