"I actually don't want to say she's a loose girl, but if an abalone(pu**y) had a password, then her abalone password would be 123456," Matsuoka Reiji said with a proud grin.
"HAHAHAHAHA!", Hearing Matsuoka Reiji's words, the blond punks all burst into another round of laughter.
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Nishida Hajime didn't know that in the room next door, his good buddy Matsuoka Reiji had already discussed with other men the "ownership" of his beloved, Amakawa Kanade.
At this moment, he was nervously holding tea, returning to the so-called "private theater."
Seeing Nishida Hajime come in, Amakawa Kanade asked curiously, "Nishida-kun, why aren't you playing the movie? This thing is so weird, I don't really know how to use it."
Nishida Hajime pretended to pick up the remote and press a few buttons, though he didn't really know either.
While pretending to fiddle, he handed the tea over to Amakawa Kanade, "Here, Amakawa-san, you should drink some water first."
Amakawa Kanade didn't think much of it, accepted the cup, and took a few sips.
Soon, light flickered in the room, and the large silver screen on the wall suddenly lit up.
But what was being played wasn't a movie, it was the very situation inside this "private theater."
Seeing this mirror-like scene, Amakawa Kanade froze slightly, then turned her head toward the tripods and cameras by the wall. A sudden rush of unease welled up in her heart.
Before she could think further, her cheeks suddenly began to burn, and then her whole body gradually felt hot and feverish.
'This… this feeling…'
'Something's wrong!'
Amakawa Kanade raised her head, eyes widening, staring at Nishida Hajime, who somehow seemed different from usual. She quickly asked, "Nishida-kun, what tea did you just give me?"
Nishida Hajime avoided her gaze nervously, muttering, "N-nothing…"
Seeing Nishida Hajime's strange expression, Amakawa Kanade knew something was definitely wrong. Feeling her body becoming more and more unwell, she shouted angrily, "This isn't any kind of private theater, is it? Nishida Hajime, what exactly did you trick me into coming here for today? I'm leaving!"
"W-wait!", Seeing her angry expression, Nishida Hajime panicked too.
"Actually, today's thing is like this…", Nishida Hajime roughly explained the plan he and Matsuoka Reiji had made.
Hearing that Nishida Hajime had conspired with someone like Matsuoka Reiji to set her up, Amakawa Kanade's pretty face went pale.
"Nishida Hajime, you… you're actually this despicable and shameless… you even dr*gged me…", She stared at him in disbelief.
Under her incomprehensible gaze, Nishida Hajime finally broke down and confessed, "Amakawa-san, I had no choice! It's all that bastard Hikari's fault. He's too underhanded, he moved against you too quickly!"
"I know you've always liked me too, just that you never dared to confess. So when I found out that Hikari was threatening you, I decided I had to save you! Even if I had to use dirty methods, I wouldn't hesitate!"
Hearing Nishida Hajime's nonsensical and self-justifying words, Amakawa Kanade almost fainted from rage.
'What kind of nonsense is this? Did he just believe whatever Matsuoka Reiji told him?'
She didn't even bother to explain about Hikari being slandered.
Looking at Nishida Hajime's "sincere" face, Amakawa Kanade roared in fury, "Your so-called saving me means dr*gging me and then r*ping me?"
Nishida Hajime froze, his face stiff, before rushing to explain, "I… I had my reasons! Amakawa-san, you've been deceived by Hikari, you've lost your mind. If I don't do this, there's no way to save you back."
Hearing Nishida Hajime, already thoroughly deceived by Matsuoka Reiji, still claiming it was all for her own good, Amakawa Kanade nearly fainted from anger.
She wanted to curse him again, but suddenly her body went limp, her limbs weak, even speaking becoming difficult.
Seeing her flushed cheeks, looking dazzlingly tempting, Nishida Hajime swallowed hard, preparing to act.
"Kanade… don't blame me, I really like you too much… I can't give you to anyone else. I'll definitely save you from Hikari…"
But just then, noise suddenly came from outside the door.
"Kento, you guard the entrance!"
"Why am I always the last one, damn it!"
"Because you're so damn strong, every time you take forever!"
Along with these lines, the door to the camera-filled room was shoved open.
Nishida Hajime turned, only to see Matsuoka Reiji barging in first.
Behind him were three or four punks with brightly dyed hair.
Seeing this, Nishida Hajime, who had just taken off his shirt, froze.
"M-Matsuoka-kun?", He looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was going on.
Wasn't the plan to let him take Amakawa Kanade's virginity first, then take pictures?
Why did Matsuoka suddenly rush in with a bunch of people?
"Move, Nishida-kun," Matsuoka Reiji stared at the bewildered Nishida, his tone harsh.
"Matsuoka-kun, what are you doing?", Nishida asked, confused, as he saw him stride closer.
"Doing your beloved Amakawa, of course. Now get out of my way!", Matsuoka Reiji's face twisted into an arrogant, wicked grin as he spoke bluntly.
"Huh? That's not the plan, is it…?", Nishida was dumbstruck.
The punks behind Matsuoka burst into laughter.
"Idiot four-eyes, that bullshit plan was just something Matsuoka made up to trick you."
"And this idiot four-eyes really believed it, hahaha, hilarious!"
"Such a clown, Matsuoka, you're messed up, but I like this vibe, HAHAHA!"
Matsuoka Reiji also laughed as he said to the stunned Nishida, "They're right. That so-called plan was just a way to get you to help me lure Amakawa Kanade over."
"Next, I'm going to defl*wer this bitch you like, right in front of you."
"Once I'm done, my bros will have their turn."
"And after they're satisfied, then it's your turn, Nishida-kun."
Hearing this, Nishida finally realized, 'I have been tricked!'
"Damn it, Matsuoka-kun, you lied to me? You betrayed my trust!"
"No! I won't let you hurt Amakawa-san! She belongs only to me!", Nishida shouted, charging at Matsuoka.
But Matsuoka raised one leg and kicked him to the ground.
The punks swarmed in, beating him with punches and kicks.
Completely defenseless, Nishida was brutally beaten, then curled up shivering in the corner, silent, fearfully staring at Matsuoka.
Seeing this, Matsuoka smirked proudly, no longer sparing a glance at the coward. Instead, he turned, eyes gleaming like a hunter staring at prey caught in a trap, toward Amakawa Kanade.
"Amakawa-san," Matsuoka began smugly, "that day outside the theater you dared reject me. Today, I'll show you what a man really is."
"After drinking that tea, your body feels unbearable now, right? Let me and my bros help you climb to the peak of ecstasy, HAHAHA!"
Amakawa Kanade, her gaze already hazy, had still seen Matsuoka storm in and beat Nishida earlier.
She could still hear his sickening tone.
Seeing Matsuoka grinning evilly as he approached, Amakawa Kanade felt such despair she even thought of biting her tongue to kill herself, but her body was too weak to manage it.
Just as Matsuoka, smugly lifting his foot off Nishida's face, was about to head toward Amakawa Kanade to enjoy her voluptuous figure, strange noises came from outside the door.
"Hey! Who the hell are you? Why did you suddenly show up here, scribbling weird stuff with a brush?"
It was the voice of Kento, the punk Matsuoka had posted at the entrance.
"This is a poem," A calm male voice replied.
"Hah? A poem? What bullshit poem? Some Chinese crap?", Kento's tone was impatient.
"You want to know? I'll recite it for you. Heaven gives birth to all things to nourish man, yet man has nothing to repay Heaven's grace…", The voice rose and fell rhythmically.
"And then?", Kento asked curiously.
"Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill!"
With those seven chilling words, a scream filled with terror rang out from outside.
"AHHH!"
Hearing that blood-curdling scream, the punks glanced at each other, seeing fear in each other's eyes.
Clearly, they were scared. After all, they were just punks.
They didn't know what was happening outside, nor how many people there were. Only that their strongest fighter, Kento, had been instantly taken down.
"What do we do? Someone found us!"
"They seem strong, they took Kento out in one blow!"
"No way? Matsuoka, think of something!"
They all turned to Matsuoka, the planner of today's scheme.
Usually, with his wits, Matsuoka might calmly think of a way out. Whether to run, or make up lies to cover things.
But today, after hearing those incomprehensible yet terrifyingly murderous verses, his expression turned frantic, his legs trembling uncontrollably.
"I… we…", Matsuoka gritted his teeth, shaking, just about to speak, when the door was suddenly kicked open.
A figure stepped inside.
Seeing the stranger barge in, the punks jumped in alarm.
"Y-you… who are you?"
Looking at the black-haired youth who appeared, their dyed-haired heads felt a nameless fear.
They didn't recognize him. But Matsuoka Reiji and Nishida Hajime recognized him instantly.
"Hikari?"
"How did you know we were here?"
Both the battered Nishida and the just-now arrogant Matsuoka paled in shock.
Standing at the doorway, Hikari had no intention of wasting words.
He glanced once at Amakawa Kanade, flushed and dazed, half-slumped in the chair, then at Matsuoka and his punks.
He stepped forward, grabbed a mop handle from the entrance, and with one thrust knocked down the nearest blond punk.
Seeing his clean, efficient movements, the punks were shaken again.
"Get him!"
"He's only one guy, no matter how strong, he can't beat all four or five of us!"
"Kill him!"
Yelling brainlessly, the muscle-headed punks charged. Matsuoka cursed them as idiots under his breath, intending to slip away in the chaos.
He had already been beaten by Hikari once before, and had felt a glimpse of his terrifying strength. That's why he'd schemed to use Nishida to quietly take down Amakawa Kanade, not daring to confront him directly.
But unexpectedly, Hikari showed up again.
Now facing him, the terror felt like a mouse meeting its natural predator, a cat, he absolutely didn't want a head-on clash.
Sure enough.
As he tried sneaking off while watching, he saw Hikari flatten those charging punks in just one exchange.
Matsuoka had guessed as much when he decided to run.
But what he hadn't expected, Hikari's strength was even greater than he imagined.
Before Matsuoka could even reach the door, the entire room was cleared, no punks left standing.
Then Hikari's gaze fell on him.
Matsuoka immediately dropped to his knees, bowing to the ground in full submission.
"Hikari-kun, I'm sorry!"
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