Yamada sat in his room. The lamp on his desk cast a warm light over the scattered files.
Private investigator reports. Messages. Photos. Bank records. Everything.
The more he read, the darker his expression became.
Tamura had been blackmailing Chizuru for weeks. Using fake evidence against Tsukino-sensei. Forcing her into degrading acts. Recording everything. Threatening to ruin her life if she spoke.
Yamada's hands tightened on the papers.
He reached up and removed his brown contact lenses. They clicked onto the desk.
Crimson red eyes stared down at the files.
A cold plan started forming in his head.
He set his tea cup down with a soft clink.
He looked at the name on the top file.
Tamura.
"Let me see what I can do with you."
His voice was low. Calm.
But the anger underneath was sharp.
He picked up his phone and sent a message to the butler.
"Full background on Tamura-sensei. Family. Debts. Hidden accounts. Everything. And find where he keeps the recordings."
The reply came back almost instantly.
"Understood, Master."
Yamada leaned back in his chair. He stared at the ceiling for a long moment.
Chizuru's tired face from the library flashed in his mind.
Her forced smile.
Her fear of him finding out.
He closed his eyes.
'She doesn't deserve this.'
He opened them again. The red in his eyes looked colder now.
Tamura would pay.
Not just with his job.
Not just with his freedom.
With everything.
Yamada stood up. Walked to the window.
The night outside was quiet.
But inside the mansion, something dark was stirring.
He whispered to himself.
"Soon."
Yamada looked at Anri.
"Anri."
Anri looked at him.
"Yes, Master?"
He handed her the phone.
"Send these files to Rikka Sumeragi. And also send them to 'To Catch a Predator'. Tell them to broadcast this live through all of Japan."
Anri took the phone. She looked at the files for a moment, then nodded.
"Your mother would be very proud, Master."
Yamada smirked.
"She would."
Anri bowed slightly and left the room to carry out the orders.
Yamada stayed seated. He stared at the wall for a long moment.
Tamura's face. His crimes. The things he did to Chizuru.
It was all there.
Soon the whole country would see it.
No escape.
No mercy.
Just public ruin.
Yamada leaned back in his chair.
The smirk slowly faded into something colder.
This wasn't just revenge.
This was a message.
To anyone else who thought they could touch what was his.
He closed his eyes.
The plan was in motion.
And it felt good.
Rikka Sumeragi sat in the headmistress's office after hours.
The room was elegant. Dark wood. Bookshelves filled with old volumes. A large desk where she reviewed reports late into the night.
She was the principal of Seika Academy. Mature. Composed. Protective of every girl under her care.
She had almost fallen once.
Tamura had tried his tricks on her too. But she had seen through him. She had refused to be another victim.
Instead, she had been gathering evidence. Quietly. Carefully.
Her phone buzzed.
An unknown number.
She opened the message.
A large file.
She downloaded it.
As the files opened, her eyes widened.
Photos. Videos. Chat logs. Bank records. Everything.
Tamura's crimes against Chizuru. Against other girls.
Her hands tightened on the phone.
For a moment, her usual calm cracked. Anger flashed in her eyes.
Then it settled into cold resolve.
"So this is what you've been doing behind my back."
She immediately saved everything to a secure drive.
Rikka Sumeragi stared at the files on her screen.
The evidence was overwhelming. Irrefutable. Tamura's crimes laid bare — the blackmail, the coercion, the videos, the payments.
She leaned back in her chair, fingers tapping the desk.
"Who sent this…?"
She narrowed her eyes, thinking.
Only a handful of students had the resources and the motive to gather something this detailed. Only one had both the power and the quiet protectiveness to act without announcing himself.
"Yamada…"
She whispered the name.
Of course.
The Asou family.
Everyone in the higher circles of Seika knew. The school had been quietly funded by the Asou Group for years — their conglomerate spanned pharmaceuticals, private security, high-end real estate, and discreet "resolution services" for powerful clients. They kept a low profile, but their influence was undeniable.
Yamada had enrolled as a scholarship student to live "normally." But Rikka had always known the truth.
She smiled faintly. A mix of respect and amusement.
"So you finally decided to move, Yamada-kun."
She stood up. Walked to the window. Looked out at the dark school grounds.
Tamura had been operating right under her nose. She had suspected, but never had proof this solid.
Until now.
Rikka picked up her phone again.
She dialed the number for the school's legal team.
"Prepare an emergency board meeting. We have concrete evidence against Tamura-sensei. I want him suspended immediately and the police involved by morning. Also… prepare a statement. We're going public."
She paused.
"And send a thank you note to the Asou family. Anonymously."
She ended the call.
For the first time in weeks, Rikka Sumeragi felt a weight lift off her shoulders.
She looked back at the files.
"Thank you, Yamada."
She would protect her students.
And now, with this, she finally could.
The next morning.
Tamura walked into the teachers' lounge with a smug expression. He expected the usual — maybe a slap on the wrist, a warning, perhaps even a quiet transfer.
Instead, the headmistress Rikka Sumeragi was waiting for him.
With security.
And police.
"You are suspended immediately," she said coldly. "Your contract is terminated. The police will escort you out."
Tamura's face paled.
"W-what? This is ridiculous! On what grounds?!"
Rikka didn't even blink.
"Multiple counts of sexual misconduct, blackmail, and exploitation of students. The evidence is overwhelming."
Tamura started sweating. He tried to argue, but the officers grabbed his arms and dragged him out.
He was thrown out of the school gates like garbage.
Tamura stood on the sidewalk, disheveled, breathing hard.
"Fuck… just lost my job. That's all. I can find another school. Lay low for a while…"
He laughed nervously to himself.
"Those bitches can't prove anything anyway."
He walked to a nearby park to calm down. Sat on a bench. Pulled out his phone to start looking for new opportunities.
A shadow fell over him.
"Hi there."
Tamura looked up.
A tall American man with a microphone stood in front of him. Behind him, a camera crew. Lights. Recording.
Chris Hansen.
Biggest shit-eating grin on his face.
"Why don't you take a seat… right over there."
Tamura froze.
Chris Hansen leaned in, voice calm but dripping with judgment.
"We've been talking to a lot of girls. And we've seen the messages. The videos. The blackmail."
Tamura's face went white.
Chris smiled wider.
"So… what were you planning to do with those students, Tamura-sensei?"
The camera zoomed in.
Tamura opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Just a broken, pathetic squeak.
The entire country was watching.
Live.
That evening, every television in the country turned on.
The program "To Catch a Predator" was airing live.
Chris Hansen's face filled the screen.
Tamura sat in the chair, sweating, broken.
Chris leaned in with that famous shit-eating grin.
"So, Tamura-sensei… you thought it was okay to blackmail your students? To force them into sexual acts? To record them?"
Tamura tried to speak. Nothing came out except a pathetic whimper.
The evidence rolled on screen. Messages. Photos. Videos. Bank records.
The nation watched.
In the mansion living room, Saki froze mid-bite. Her eyes widened as Tamura's face appeared. She felt nothing but cold relief.
Miyuri tilted her head. "Onii-chan… is that the bad teacher?"
In a luxury car on the highway, Yuna, Nina, Mira, and Shinomiya Natsu watched the live feed on a tablet.
Nina smirked. "Looks like someone finally did something."
Yuna whispered softly, "Yamada-kun…"
Mira's eyes gleamed with pride.
In a nurse dorm, Tachibana and Kurokawa stared at the TV.
Kurokawa's jaw dropped. "Holy shit… he actually went nuclear."
Tachibana muttered, "That's our landlord…"
In the music room after hours, Louisa, Tomoe, and Mio watched on a phone.
Louisa whistled. "Damn… he doesn't play around."
In a quiet apartment, Mochizuki stared at her screen, eyes wide.
"Yamada-kun…?"
Back in Yamada's bedroom.
Yamada sat on the edge of the bed, watching the live broadcast on the large TV.
His right hand rested firmly on Anri's ass, squeezing possessively as she knelt beside him in her maid uniform.
A cold, satisfied smirk played on his lips.
On the screen, Tamura was crying. Begging. Breaking live on national television.
Yamada's crimson eyes (contacts removed) glowed with dark pleasure.
"Perfect," he murmured.
Anri leaned against him, purring softly.
"You did well, Master."
Yamada gave her ass another firm squeeze.
The broadcast continued.
Tamura's life was over.
And Yamada watched every second of it.
Smirking.
Chizuru sat alone in her small room.
The TV was on in the background — she had turned it on just to fill the silence. She was curled up on her bed, hugging her knees, staring blankly at the wall.
Then the program started.
"To Catch a Predator."
Chris Hansen's familiar voice filled the room.
Chizuru's eyes slowly focused on the screen.
Tamura's face appeared.
Her heart stopped.
The evidence started rolling. Screenshots of messages. Photos. Videos. Audio recordings. Bank transfers. Everything.
Everything he had done to her.
Everything he had forced her to do.
Chizuru's hands began to tremble violently.
She watched, frozen, as Tamura broke down live on national television. Crying. Begging. Denying. Then admitting.
The entire country was watching her nightmare.
Tears spilled down her cheeks before she even realized it.
'It's… over…'
The blackmail.
The fear every single day.
The shame that made her want to disappear.
The terror that Yamada would find out and look at her with disgust.
It was all crumbling in front of her eyes.
A broken sob tore from her throat.
She buried her face in her pillow, shoulders shaking as she cried harder than she had in months.
'Someone saved me…'
She didn't know how the files got out.
She didn't know who sent them.
But only one person would go this far.
Only one person had looked at her with quiet, steady protection.
'Yamada-kun…'
Chizuru cried until her voice went hoarse.
Until there were no more tears left.
When she finally calmed down, she reached for her phone with shaking hands.
She opened her messages to Yamada.
Her fingers hovered for a long moment.
Then she typed one simple line.
"Thank you."
She sent it.
Then she hugged her phone to her chest and lay back down.
For the first time in weeks…
She felt light.
The chains were gone.
And somewhere out there, Yamada was watching the same broadcast.
Chizuru closed her eyes.
A small, fragile smile appeared on her tear-streaked face.
'Thank you… Yamada-kun.'
After the broadcast ended, the mansion doorbell rang.
Yamada walked to the front door and opened it.
Three nurses stood there.
Tachibana, Kurokawa, and Mochizuki.
Tachibana pointed at him immediately.
"You did it, didn't you?"
Yamada looked at them with a sweet, innocent smile.
"Oh? What do you mean by that?"
Kurokawa stepped forward, eyes wide.
"You know what we mean! The broadcast! Tamura on national TV!"
Mochizuki fidgeted behind them, looking nervous but also a little impressed.
Yamada tilted his head, still smiling calmly.
"I have no idea what you girls are talking about."
He pretended to think for a second.
"If you're talking about 'To Catch a Predator'… then yeah, I suspected that teacher was bad. But I assure you…"
He closed his eyes and smiled gently at them.
"I had nothing to do with this."
If this was a D&D game, Yamada just rolled a natural 20 on Bluffing.
Tachibana stared at him. Her eye twitched.
"Bullshit."
Kurokawa pointed dramatically.
"You're smiling like you just won the lottery! That creepy calm smile! You totally did it!"
Mochizuki looked between them, voice small.
"Um… it was really scary watching… but… kind of satisfying?"
Yamada kept the innocent smile.
"I'm just a normal student. How could I do something like that?"
Tachibana crossed her arms.
"You bought our apartments. You have a sex dungeon in your basement. You're clearly not normal."
Yamada shrugged.
"Coincidence."
Kurokawa groaned.
"You're impossible."
Yamada stepped aside.
"Come in. We can talk about it inside."
The three nurses walked in, still arguing among themselves.
Tachibana muttered, "He's definitely behind it."
Kurokawa nodded. "100%."
Mochizuki just looked around the fancy house with wide eyes.
Yamada closed the door behind them, still wearing that calm, sweet smile.
Inside, he was quietly satisfied.
The message had been sent.
And the nurses knew it.
To be continue
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