Da da da—
After PE class, school ended. Tsubakihara Yuna fled the room, face burning. She closed the door and exhaled. Her nerves still hadn't calmed. The scene replayed in her mind, making her face feel like boiled shrimp.
"What a... pervert!"
'That innocent Serizawa—he tricked her into doing something so obscene. Total scumbag... But Serizawa seemed to enjoy it. She even... swallowed.'
'Is that stuff even edible?'
'Doesn't it make you sick?'
'Does Mom do this too? With him?'
Unconsciously, she thought of her mother. Remembered her expression when they first met Mu Xiaoxiao. Back then, before today's events, she'd feared and rejected him.
'Wished he'd disappear.'
'But... if not for him today, I'd have lost my virginity. Even Yuji couldn't have saved me.'
Thinking of Yuji, she pursed her lips.
Come to think of it, Mu-kun's deal was excessive, but it was fair. Payment for saving Yuji.
'No, no! Why am I defending him?!'
Hands on her chest, emotions tangled. She glanced back at the closed door. 'Those two haven't come out. What are they doing? Round two?'
The thought made her chest tighten. Uncomfortable.
'He went all out to trick Serizawa. Lied about needing help. But completely ignored me.'
'Am I not as good as her?'
'Even if I wouldn't fall for it, I was drugged too! Why didn't he take advantage? Why help me recover and then discard me?'
'So unfair!'
'Of course, I'm not mad he didn't do anything. Just upset he overlooked me. That's all!'
Despite her internal justifications, her mood didn't improve. Another voice whispered.
'—Really? Is that really why? Not because you're jealous?'
The voice persisted. Like a devil's whisper. Her emotions churned. Even walking home alone, she couldn't calm down.
The image of Mu Xiaoxiao bursting through the door, kicking that pervert—it looped in her mind. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly. She didn't notice.
Then the scene where he ignored her, focusing on Serizawa. Her lips pursed. Resentful.
Finally, Serizawa servicing him. The pure girl transformed. Enchanting. Like a succubus, taking him in her mouth...
"Sigh..."
Her cheeks burned again.
Excitement. Joy. Resentment. Anger. Shyness. All tangled in her chest. When she finally surfaced from her thoughts, she realized:
'I can't see Mu Xiaoxiao the same way anymore.'
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"I'm home."
Tsubakihara Nina entered to find her sister already on the sofa, dazed. Relieved. She'd been worried when Yuna wasn't there after school.
"Yuna, you came back alone? Why didn't you wait?"
They always walked home together. But today's incident meant Yuna returned alone.
"I thought that guy did something to you..."
'That guy?'
Yuna glanced at her sister. "You mean Mu Xiaoxiao? He didn't do anything. He could have, but..."
"???"
Nina blinked. "What are you talking about? What did he do? What happened? How do you know his name?"
Yuna didn't explain. When their mother emerged with fruit, her slim figure and beautiful face—Yuna's chest tightened.
He'd been with her mother too...
Sourness made her bite her lip.
"Mom." She hesitated. "Um... is Mu-kun coming today?"
Mira frowned, concerned. "He didn't say. Yuna, why ask? Did something happen at school?"
"Nothing." Cheeks reddening, she noticed their strange looks. "I'm going to my room."
Mira: "..."
Nina: "..."
Something was off. Yuna wasn't herself. Mother and daughter exchanged glances. 'Why does she care about him?'
'Imagination, right?'
Unbeknownst to them, Yuna locked her door. Remembered the sounds outside her mother's room that night.
Now, the sights she'd witnessed today—unforgettable. Looping.
Mu Xiaoxiao's muscles, glimpsed. Beating that pervert.
That terrifying monster, in and out of Serizawa's lips.
"Nnghh~"
Hands slipped under her clothes. Face buried in the pillow. Soon, soft sounds escaped.
"Mu Xiaoxiao... bastard... why... um~"
Like Serizawa, after today's emotional rollercoaster, she couldn't forget him. Or that scene.
Etched in her heart.
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Meanwhile, after Yuna left, Mu Xiaoxiao and Serizawa parted ways. School was out.
Serizawa returned to the library. As administrator, she'd stay a while.
But the innocent black-haired girl wasn't so innocent anymore. Her mouth and breasts bore his mark.
She sat dazed, unable to read. Still immersed. The feel of his hands. The taste. Lingering.
'Wow. Looking back, I was so bold. I'd peeked many times, but actually doing it...'
"Serizawa? Serizawa?"
"Ah?"
A boy stood before her. "What's wrong? Took you long to respond. Feeling unwell?"
Aida. The boy she'd liked.
But seeing him now, she didn't feel the same joy. The "like" felt distant.
"I'm fine, Aida-kun. Just thinking..."
She smiled. Didn't mention the danger. Or Mu-kun.
Her smile was gentle, but her mind drifted elsewhere. To another man.