[Aight, I'll make another chapter.]
'So, let's review my enemy here.' Yuuto thought as he walked to school.
'A socially popular sadist. He gets joy out of people suffering, and loves inflicting pain to satisfy his personal goals.' He thought as he walked past the gate.
"Look... It's that fucker, Yuuto..." Students murmured amongst themselves.
'Fucking my sister wasn't really because he was into her more than he was into making me feel powerless before him. He's smart, and socially intelligent. But his weakness is his overindulgence and, more than ANYTHING, underestimating ME. ME... though, the last one likely lessened. Another weakness is his need to be in control of everything. That's what I'll use against him.' Yuuto thought as he scanned his surroundings, ignoring everyone's malicious and mocking gazes.
'He's not here. Meaning, he's probably with my sister... But that's not his only goal. He wants to fuck my mom, using her weak mental state to try and seduce her...' Yuuto thought as he smirked.
'He's in for a surprise.'
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"So… how come a beautiful woman like you is still alone?"
Yuuno's voice was casual, his smile effortless as he leaned against the counter.
Naoko, busy at the stove, let out a soft giggle. "My… calling me beautiful? Aren't you bold."
"Well, I guess now I know where Yuka got her beauty from. Something to look forward to, huh?" He grinned.
'Hmph. What an easy target.' Yuuno's eyes gleamed as he studied her—the telltale signs of self-neglect, the quiet resignation of a woman who had given everything and received nothing in return.
'Tsk, tsk, tsk, Yuuto-chan… what are you making me do? Handing me such a nice little prey just because you're weak? A woman like this… she's starving for gratitude. For relief.'
His fingers moved. A gentle touch, palm resting on her shoulder.
Naoko stiffened.
"I think you really deserve some praise," he murmured, his voice lowering slightly. "I'm sorry your son doesn't know how to appreciate you properly."
'I'll be that relief for her. She won't be able to resist. A woman this exhausted—she'll melt in no time. I'll fuck her brains out before she even reali—'
"Aren't you going too far?"
Her voice cut through his thoughts like ice.
She had already stepped away, her gaze steady, almost stern.
Yuuno's smirk flickered. "H-... huh...?" His body instinctively shifted back.
Naoko's expression remained calm, but there was a weight behind her words.
"I'm sorry my son caused you and your sweet sister such grief... I don't excuse his behavior. But please, refrain from speaking about him like that behind his back. You have no right."
Yuuno's fingers twitched. "I... I was just... You know... trying to... assure you—"
"Telling me my son doesn't appreciate me isn't assurance, young man. It's an insult. To him. And to me as a mother." She protested firmly.
'WHAT THE FUCK!?!?' Yuuno's mind screamed.
His eyes darted toward her, searching for weakness—but instead, she narrowed her gaze.
Then, almost unconsciously, she took another step back.
'This boy… is trying something on me.'
Her mind snapped back to the night before—the way Yuuto hugged her, the warmth in his voice, the way he had held her, assured her, kissed her good day before leaving for school.
It clicked.
'Don't worry, Yuuto. Your mom isn't stupid.' She bit her inner lip.
'I promised you, didn't I? I'll never leave you alone.'
And now, that promise felt even heavier.
'I almost sent him away. I need to make amends for that, too.'
She straightened, her voice soft but firm. "... Please, head upstairs, Yuuno-kun. I'll call you both when breakfast is ready."
Yuuno stiffened. His fingers curled into a fist at his side. "I… Uh…" He forced out a smile.
"I'll help you with breakfast! You must be tired, right?"
"I'm fine. It's almost ready anyway, but thank you for the offer."
She turned back to the stove, her movements deliberate. "Yuuto already helped me chop all the vegetables before he left, so from here, it's just cooking. I don't need help for that."
'WHAT!? WHAT…!? THAT CLUELESS WEAKLING!?!'
Yuuno's pupils shrank. His entire body went rigid.
'No. That… He…'
His throat dried as he swallowed. He remembered the cameras. The footage.
Yuuto wasn't just acting out. He had planned something. He had thought ahead.
'…You've smartened up a little, haven't you… you weakling bastard.'
His fingers curled into a fist at his side.
'She shouldn't have acted like that. Not on her own. So you must have done something…'
His breath hitched, his teeth clenched.
'You BASTARD… YOU BASTARD… I'LL SHOW YOU. I'll ENJOY breaking you.'
Yuuno forced a chuckle. "Ah... Haha... Okay... I'll... I'll go and see Yuka..."
He turned toward the stairs—but his steps were just a little slower.
Because he knew it.
'But shit… that whore saw through it. DAMN IT.'
His mind raced. Naoko resisting him wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't even an option.
'Hah… Haha… whatever. He still has his sister.'
A twisted grin crept across his face as he adjusted his collar. 'Right... I can still use her…!!'
His stride regained confidence as he pushed open the bathroom door.
"Yuuno!? I'm still showering…!!"
Yuka's voice carried a hint of panic and excitement as she instinctively wrapped her arms around her body, pressing herself against the cold tile.
Yuuno stepped in without hesitation.
"I just missed you, senpai~"
His hands were already on her, trailing over her wet skin, squeezing, claiming.
'That's right… I still have this bitch. And every bitch in school. Doesn't matter what Yuuto pulls—I'll just pin something else on him. Tear his name apart. Ruin him. This isn't over…'
"…Is what he's probably thinking."
Yuuto smirked to himself.
'Naoko is a mature, beautiful woman,' he mused. 'She's been hit on plenty of times, no doubt. That's why she's no stranger to manipulation or seduction. And that's exactly why—if she's reinvigorated, acknowledged properly—she'd never fall for that low-tier rizz of yours. I made sure of that. Don't underestimate mature women…'
His smirk deepened. Then—his lips parted slightly.
Yuuto began to drool as he stepped through the classroom door.
'MILFs are the fucking best.'
His eyes drifted to his seat. Dirty. Smudged with grime. Snickers echoed from his classmates.
'…And now, it's time for my SECOND win this morning.'
He strode forward, passing the teacher—who stiffened the moment Yuuto entered his proximity.
"Look, even the teacher doesn't respond…"
"Everyone hates him… what a fucker. Serves him right."
Yuuto stopped. Trash piled on his seat. Torn paper. Scribbled insults. A broken leg.
He inhaled confidently, then—he spoke.
"Teacher. The classroom messed up my seat. I can't sit here."
The room froze.
"Oh shit, he's suicidal today, huh?"
"He's finally gonna snap."
"The teacher's about to expel him!"
"It's finally OVER!" Their snickering grew louder—until the teacher's voice exploded through the room.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU DID THIS TO SAKURAI'S SEAT!?" He stormed toward Yuuto's desk, his footsteps heavy.
The class fell silent.
"What!?" Eyes widened. Jaws dropped.
"Did… did we hear that right…?"
"UNBELIEVABLE!!" The teacher's rage rattled the walls.
"TO THINK YOU'D DO THIS TO A FELLOW CLASSMATE! I HAD NO IDEA I WAS RAISING A BUNCH OF MISCREANTS IN THIS CLASSROOM!! AND HEARING YOU ALL SNICKER ABOUT IT… YOU'RE GUILTY, NO DOUBT ABOUT IT!"
A heavy dread sank into the students' chests. They looked at each other.
Confused. Panicked; this wasn't how it was supposed to go.
"I believe it's time for some collective punishment…!" The teacher's voice trembled. He looked angry.
But that wasn't anger.
That was fear.
A fear born from the student standing beside him.
Yuuto Sakurai.
Yuuto tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharp.
'Good dog… doing as he's told.'
His eyes gleamed. The teacher, mid-breath, caught sight of them—and flinched.
He gulped.
'That kid…'
His hands clenched into trembling fists.
'He's the devil incarnate…!!'
He remembered last night.
And he was terrified.
----- LAST NIGHT -----
"Aaaaand, snap, snap, snap~"
Yuuto's voice was almost sing-song as he clicked the camera.
The teacher's face twisted in rage and panic.
"YOU FUCKER, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!!" He lunged, fumbling with his pants, abandoning any pretense as he sprinted straight for Yuuto.
Yuuto could have dodged.
'But where's the fun in that?' He smirked. And let it happen.
The teacher's bulk slammed into him, shoving him hard against the wall. The impact sent his phone flying and it clattered onto the floor.
The teacher's fingers dug into Yuuto's shirt, his breath heavy, reeking of sweat and whiskey.
"Caught you… you little fucker…" His voice dripped with victory. "You're DONE FOR now. Breaking into a teacher's house...!!"
"Oh?" Yuuto tilted his head slightly, eyeing the teacher's grip. "So you're going to call the police now?"
His tone was calm. Almost amused as he looked over to the stolen high-school girls' bathing suits in the teacher's house.
The teacher flinched.
"F… Fucking bet I am." His fingers twitched, "They've got no reason to search for anything here. No reason to believe a little delinquent like you."
A grin spread across his face.
"You forgot, didn't you? You're just a scumbag kid who assaulted an innocent girl. Whatever you say would get dismissed on the spot." His fist curled at his side. "And since you broke into my house… well, they won't mind if I beat some sense into you."
"W-what..!?" Yuuto's eyes widened in disbelief. His breath hitched.
The teacher's grin stretched wider.
"What? Thought you could actually pull something off by coming here?" His grip tightened.
"You just signed your death warrant. Now they'll send you to rot in some juvenile prison… And I get to fuck your hot mom."
"B-… BUT!" Yuuto's breath stuttered. His fingers twitched toward the floor. "I HAVE PHOTOS!"
His head snapped toward his fallen phone as his lips stretched into a frantic, desperate smile.
"H-HAHA! IN THAT PHONE, OVER THERE!"
He pointed at the phone that the teacher knocked out of his grasp.
The teacher scoffed. "Tch." He shoved Yuuto aside and walked toward the fallen phone, picking it up with deliberate ease. With a smirk, he removed the SIM card and SD card, rolling them between his fingers.
"You must think I'm some clueless old man," he said, crushing the tiny chips between his fingers and letting the fragments fall to the floor.
"You wanted me to destroy the phone itself, didn't you? But I know what actually matters."
He straightened, taking a slow step toward Yuuto, his fist clenching at his side.
"No more evidence. Your life is finished."
Yuuto remained still, his head slightly bowed, his expression unreadable.
"I… I see…" he murmured.
His voice was quiet, almost subdued. Then his shoulders trembled—not with fear, but with laughter. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, barely restrained.
"But…" Yuuto exhaled shakily, struggling to contain his amusement. Then, in a sudden movement, he lifted his head, his grin stretching wide, manic and triumphant.
"WHAT WILL YOU DO ABOUT THE SECOND ONE, DEAR TEACHER?"
The teacher froze mid-step, his breath hitching and his hands clenching involuntarily.
"Y-… YOU'RE BLUFFING…!!" he snapped. "THERE IS NO SECOND PHONE! I KNOW YOUR FAMILY—YOU'RE MIDDLE-CLASS! YOU COULDN'T AFFORD—"
Yuuto tilted his head slightly, and the teacher's gaze followed instinctively. Then he saw it - outside the window, a dark camera perched on a tripod.
The teacher's face drained of color as his body stiffened, and Yuuto simply smiled.
"Correct. No phone. But a camera with audio, livestreaming directly to my email storage," he said, pulling a small speaker from beneath his clothes.
The teacher's breath caught. "What… NO… YOU… YOU FUCK—"
Yuuto let out a quiet chuckle. "Oh wow, teacher… Masturbating over minors. Stealing students' bathing suits…" He took a deliberate step forward, and the teacher instinctively stepped back.
"Swearing at a minor. Destroying his phone. Threatening him after he exposed your crimes…" Yuuto smirked, watching the man crumble before him. "Hah. Prisoners would love your fat ass."
The teacher's legs gave out as he collapsed onto the floor, his body trembling, his wide eyes locked onto Yuuto.
Shaking.
Helpless.
"You… YOU'RE ALSO IN THE FOOTAGE— BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE! THEY'LL PROSECUTE YOU TOO!" he shouted desperately.
Yuuto tilted his head slightly. "Huh, that's true…" he murmured, his tone laced with amusement, but then his expression flattened. "But I can just cut the video."
He took a slow step forward, his presence suffocating. "What? You think I'm some clueless teen? You really expected me to upload the footage unedited?"
The teacher flinched, his breath coming in short gasps.
"THAT'S… YOU FUCKER… THAT'S A CRIME!" he blurted out, grasping at anything to regain control.
Yuuto nodded, his voice calm. "That's true," his smirk widened, "But your reputation will plummet so hard, no one will believe there's more to the story."
His gaze darkened, the amusement in his voice thinning into something more dangerous. "My, my… what an impasse."
He crouched slightly, locking eyes with the trembling man. "What are you going to do to make sure I won't release it, I wonder…?"
The teacher's breath hitched as his mind raced.
'Who… WHO IS HE!?!? THIS… THIS ISN'T THAT WIMP YUUTO…!!! WHO IS THIS… THIS DEVIL!?!?'
For a brief moment, he swore he saw horns flickering from Yuuto's forehead, a cruel trick of the light that sent a violent shudder through his spine.
Yuuto straightened, his presence towering over the man like a shadow swallowing him whole.
"So, teacher…" he said smoothly, his voice a blade to the throat. "Let's talk about what we can do for each other."
The Next Day
The teacher bit his lip as he sat in class, watching as students brought in a new desk and chair for Yuuto.
Yuuto leaned back against the wall, exhaling in satisfaction.
'Haah… it's good to be God.' He tapped his fingers against his sweater as he folded his arms, his gaze briefly flickering toward the teacher, who refused to meet his eyes.
'You were right about one thing, though, teacher.'
He smirked.
'I never had the money for a second phone. Or a camera.'
After they brought him a new desk and he settled in, his fingers trailed lazily over the desk as he recalled the old, discarded tripod and the broken camera he pulled from a nearby dumpster.
'Anyone familiar with cameras would notice that a real recording device has a constantly flickering red laser while filming…' He tilted his head slightly, observing the teacher's hunched posture.
'I guess I counted on you being a brainless ape. Oh well… it worked out.'
Yuuto shrugged as he played with his sweater lace - what he made the teacher believe was a microphone.
'Hmph.'
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