The annoying heat, combined with the sweat sticking to his body, made Yoshihiro click his tongue. How many days had he already wasted on Shiori? The damn girl wouldn't cooperate. But he had invested too much time and effort to give up. Should he force her? It wouldn't be the first time; there were others who resisted until the end. Of course, Yoshihiro preferred to avoid force in most cases, but if there was no other choice...
—"But there's that big bastard"—he murmured through gritted teeth, furious. Shiori had threatened him that that guy was her boyfriend, and Yoshihiro didn't want to take any risks. The guy didn't look like someone calm. When he saw him escape from the police, he got scared and went to interrogate his stupid niece. To his surprise, he found out the huge young man was a homeless person. Yoshihiro felt even more scared. He had framed the guy; it was obvious he would hold a grudge. He knew there is no person more dangerous than one with nothing to lose. And does someone who sleeps on a bench have anything? He didn't want to end up stabbed in an alley. Lately, he had been hiding, only going out for the essentials, from home to the store. That's why he hadn't touched Shiori until now. He didn't believe what she said was true, but he wasn't going to risk it. At least he would wait until the police locked the giant up. Until then, he would try to "convince" Shiori. If she accepted, would it count as cheating, wouldn't it? Yoshihiro didn't think the guy would defend her if he showed him the video of her opening her legs on her own.
With a renewed fighting spirit, he entered the back room. Shiori's shift was starting, and today Yoshihiro would be more "persuasive." He would also send the police all the information obtained from Yui; he hoped they would catch that guy.
Upon entering, he found Shiori and Yui. Watching his idiotic niece, he couldn't help but grind his teeth. His whole plan had been ruined because of her. Why the hell had she brought a dangerous man? Annoyed, he began to think as he watched both of their asses. Now that he thought about it, Yui looked pretty good. Why not play with her too after Shiori? Yui's mother might get mad if she found out, but Yoshihiro felt he could calm her down. After all, he had also done it with her...
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Shiori heard the footsteps and stopped her chat with Yui. Her body tensed for a few seconds before she breathed slowly, calming herself little by little. The fat man approached as sweat ran down his face. The blonde felt nauseated at the sight of him but endured it as best she could.
—"Yui, go to the stockroom. Your shift started ten minutes ago. Don't waste time here"—he said, wiping his forehead with paper towels.
The dark-haired girl nodded reluctantly and quickly walked away.
Yoshihiro intensely watched the back of the departing young woman, then turned to Shiori.
—"Have you thought about what I told you? I don't have that much patience."
The blonde lowered her head. Her attitude was different, more submissive. The fat man clicked his tongue, somewhat disappointed. He preferred the defiant attitude from before; it was more fun that way. Even so, he was pleased; it was obvious she was giving in.
—"I... I'm not sure. I don't want to..."—murmured Shiori in a weak voice.
—"Do you want the video to end up on the net? I could just as well sell it to the yakuza and let them have fun with you"—he whispered threateningly. His hand rested on the young woman's trembling shoulder. His greasy hand began to caress it as he continued with his threats.
—"Don't think you can keep threatening me with that guy. He's not going to save you from this. He can't even save himself."
Noticing the hesitation in Shiori's eyes, he decided to be more forceful.
—"Listen, if I frame him for theft and they believe me, what do you think will happen to you? Be obedient."
His hand began to move down the girl's back, but before he could touch anything more, she backed away, trembling.
—"I... I... fine. But don't do anything with those recordings"—she murmured with a trembling voice.
Yoshihiro smiled, pleased, and advanced toward her, his hands trying to touch her as his eyes obscenely roamed all over the young woman's body. They stopped on those breasts he had desired since the day she started working there.
Shiori backed away again, which annoyed him. She, noticing his expression, began to apologize.
—"Um, not here... let's go to your house... I don't want people to talk about me"—she whispered, looking away nervously.
The fat man grimaced. It had already taken too long; he wanted to do it now. Even so, he restrained himself. The idea wasn't bad; at his house, he could play with her all he wanted. It was a shame her shift had just started.
—"At least I should get to use your mouth, shouldn't I?"—he growled, getting closer.
The blonde backed away as she tried to make excuses.
—"I... I've never done that, I'm shy."
The fat man looked at her menacingly. He had no patience for her disobedience. Before he could grab her, the owner's voice interrupted him, forcing him to stop.
—"I'll wait for you at the end of your shift. Don't try to run away, or you know what will happen"—he threatened one last time before heading towards the owner's office.
Shiori stood trembling with her head bowed for a few seconds. No longer hearing his footsteps, she looked up. Her face showed a contemptuous and disgusted expression.
—"Damn old man, he dirtied my clothes"—she exclaimed as she used wet wipes on her shoulder, where he had placed his hand. After throwing them in the trash, she approached her backpack, where a small red light was blinking.
—"Hehehe, you like using cameras, don't you, fatty? Let's see if you like being recorded."
The blonde checked the recording while humming. It hadn't been easy to endure the disgusting old man, but according to the plan proposed by Noah, she had to pretend. She stopped recording and, after seeing that the audio and video were clear, took out her phone and contacted Noah.
—"Yes... in the afternoon. If you dare to be late, I'll kill you! Did you hear me? Good..."—she murmured before hanging up.
Shiori sighed, running her hand through her hair. She tried to calm herself. The plan was going well so far, but it was still dangerous. At least for her. Holding the camera, she reviewed the remaining steps. Suddenly, she noticed a rather feminine sticker on the bottom of the camera.
—"Sana?"—she whispered, somewhat confused.
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The wind began to get colder as the sun set. Noah yawned as he waited in an alley near the store. While cracking his neck to relieve his stiff body, he spotted two figures leaving the establishment. One was quite attractive; the curves in the right places trembled slightly with each step, tempting the passersby around her. The other also trembled with each step, but only evoked disgust...
Noah adjusted his jacket and secured Sana's pink hat on his head before following them at a prudent distance. He didn't want to scare the guy, not yet.
A message arrived on the pink phone in his hand. Noah read it instantly; the address was noted. He smiled coldly before speeding down another street while checking the GPS.
Soon, a rather common, even run-down, apartment complex appeared before his eyes. Noah checked Sana's phone and compared the location. It seemed to be the right place.
As he climbed the stairs, he read Shiori's message again.
—"Floor... and apartment..."—he murmured as he took some things out of a small bag on his waist. It was also Sana's. Noah felt quite grateful to her. Nothing in the plan would have worked without the "pelican's" help. He had asked what he could give her as thanks, but she had only asked for lots of sex. He didn't think it was enough; after all, he didn't consider offering something he would also enjoy to be a good gift.
—"Maybe I'll give her that bag she asked me for the other day"—he whispered as he used some clips as a lockpick—"After all, if everything goes well, I'll get some money."
Soon the door opened with a *click*. Noah entered agilely, checking his surroundings. No neighbor noticed; there was no unnecessary noise. It was obvious he had experience with this. A locksmith job? Noah would have preferred that, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case. His early teens had been "difficult," a stage he wasn't very proud of, but which had left him with rather unconventional... skills.
After closing the door, he stood still for a few seconds, as memories of that time in his life crossed his mind. He shook his head, trying to concentrate. He didn't have much time.
—"Now... where do I hide?"—he murmured as he observed the messy and cramped apartment.
Soon, footsteps resonated in the hallway, and a key rattled in the lock. Noah shrugged. It seemed there would be no "surprise." He stood near the door, cracking his neck.
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The muffled sound of moans and sobs echoed in the room. Shiori ran her hand over her sweaty forehead; still breathing heavily, she looked with complex eyes at the old man in front of her. It was strange. She no longer felt disgust or anger, not even fear. In fact, she felt a strange sympathy. Even so, she felt confused. Was it really worth doing this? She was starting to doubt.
The sound of ropes rubbing urgently snapped her out of her thoughts. After hesitating, she turned her head to Noah, who was sitting to the side with some ropes in his hands. Shiori hesitated to look him in the face; she felt ashamed of what she had done with the old man.
—"Did you see it?"—she asked in a weak voice.
Noah nodded, his face showing no emotion. He just kept toying with the rope.
The blonde turned once again to the poor fat man, who was writhing on the floor. His hands and feet were tied, and his mouth had a dirty rag as a gag. His body showed bruises and shoe marks. Courtesy of Shiori. At first, she had only wanted to vent her frustration, but it seemed she had gotten carried away. Seeing him like this made her feel guilty.
Noah got up from the chair and stood beside her. Noticing her discomfort, he hesitated a second before speaking.
—"Violence isn't always the best option"—he whispered, placing his hands on her shoulders and caressing her—"But this occasion warranted it. Especially if we want to get rid of the problem cleanly."
Shiori felt Noah's strong hands and, strangely, felt calmer. His words reminded her what the problem was and what she was willing to do to solve it.
—"Okay... now, I think you should leave or... focus on something else"—he said, moving her aside—"What comes next won't be pleasant to watch."
Shiori hesitated, but seeing the serious expression on Noah's face, she bit her lip and left through the door.
When he heard the door close, he crouched near the man's face.
—"It's nothing personal, you know?... Naah, that's a lie, I think it is personal"—Noah murmured as he grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head—"You screwed me over when I did nothing to you, and unfortunately, I'm a grudge holder."
As he dragged him into another room, he continued:
—"I don't like doing this, but... I have to cause you pain. A lot of it, actually. I hope you understand that I don't enjoy it."
Soon, the muffled sound of wails filled the room. But no one outside of it could hear them.