RECAP:
Yuuno, the school bully, falsely accused Yuuto of sexually harassing Yuuno's sister. The rumor spread, and both Yuuto's mother and his own sister, Yuka, believed the lie—cutting him off emotionally and socially.
Now determined to destroy Yuuno, Yuuto rebuilds his life with cold precision: He wins back his mother's trust, gains the support of a teacher, and carefully plots his revenge. But after a painful conversation with Yuka, he accepts a bitter truth—she still sees him as guilty. She offers no sympathy, no belief, and no redemption.
"...Hey," Yuuno muttered, phone to his ear as he walked beside Yuka toward school. "Are you alright?"
"Yes... I'm going to the movies. It's Thursday, you know." Her voice was soft, almost cheerful.
"And after that?"
"Home."
"Good girl," he said with a satisfied smile. "I love you."
"...I love you too, Nii." She murmured before the call ended.
Yuka chuckled beside him. "Aren't you a doting brother?"
"Ahh..." Yuuno scratched his neck, a wry grin on his lips. "You don't even know."
His smirk lingered as his mind drifted to just a few days earlier.
They were alone at home. He remembered sitting beside her on the couch, gently holding her hand.
"Thanks, sis. I knew I could count on you."
"That... That bastard dared to mess with you, Nii." Her voice had trembled with restrained rage. "I wasn't going to stay silent. A piece of shit like him... deserves to burn." Her eyes had hardened, empty and focused.
She looked down then, voice barely a whisper. "Nii... When are you going to stop seeing that... that whore?"
Yuuno had chuckled, leaning in close, teasing.
"Are you jealous...?" he whispered against her ear.
"You know I am... The thought of you being with someone else..." Her voice cracked. "It hurts."
He tilted her chin toward him, gaze locked.
"Ami," he said gently. "I promised, didn't I? To marry you. There's a reason God made us not related by blood. This girl? She's just a toy. Already used up."
Her eyes shimmered. "Nii... do you mean that? Do you... love me?"
"More than the world," he whispered.
Their lips met. He climbed over her slowly, intimately, his voice still in her ear—
"You're the only one I'll ever belong to."
—— PRESENT ———
"Yeah, me and Ami are super close, senpai," Yuuno said with a smile.
"I see…" she murmured, leaning in, nestling herself deeper into his arms.
He clicked his tongue—quiet enough that she wouldn't notice.
'She's fun to fuck. That's all she is. A breathing toy.'His smile twitched into a brief grimace.
'Don't worry, Ami. I'll be with you soon… Just you.'
Yuuno glanced toward the school gate. There, his best friend stood waiting.
"Oh, Yochan," he called out, nodding. They greeted each other with a casual bro hug before walking off together.
Meanwhile, Yuuto stood at a distance, unnoticed. Scribbling into a small notebook.
'Same guy waits for him every day. Talks to him more than anyone else... even more than my airheaded sister…'
'Best friend: Yochan.'
'Close to his sister...'
He paused. Then wrote the next line carefully:
'…Just how close?'
And below it, in bold strokes, he circled a final line:
'...Tight enough to exploit?'
Later, as school ended, Yuuto remained quiet. The homeroom teacher had treated him well all day. Polite. Even.
But Yuuto had no idea.
No idea what was coming.
'Just you wait, you little shit…' the teacher seethed.
'Think you can play the genius and humiliate your elders? This isn't some goddamn manga. You'll regret ever crossing me.'
His jaw tightened. He almost bit through his teeth.
School ended.
Yuuto walked home.
His gaze sharpened.
'...A police car?' he thought, spotting it parked by the gate.
Two officers stood outside, knocking on the front door.
Behind them... stood the homeroom teacher.
"Uhm... Officers?" Yuuto asked as he stepped into the yard, school bag slung over his back. His face a mask of innocence.
"Do you need something?"
The homeroom teacher snapped, pointing directly at Yuuto.
"THAT'S HIM! THAT'S THE LITTLE CRIMINAL! HE BROKE INTO MY HOUSE!" he shouted.
"H-huh…?" Yuuto tilted his head, eyes wide in confusion. "What are—"
"SHUT IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" the teacher barked, storming past the police officers. "They're going to search your whole fucking house! Your email, your computer—EVERY. FUCKING. THING!"
One of the officers stepped forward, eyeing Yuuto with thinly veiled disdain.
"Is this true, young man?"
"I… I don't know what he's talking about…" Yuuto muttered, his expression tightening with visible concern.
'Heh… Got you, you little shit…! I might go down if they see those photos, but you're the one going to juvie…! I don't care anymore—as long as you suffer!'
The teacher grinned to himself, rage gleaming in his eyes.
Then—the door creaked open behind them.
"P-police officers? Mr. Teacher? W-what's going on?" Yuuto's mother asked, her voice shaking as she stepped outside, startled by the sight.
An officer turned to her calmly.
"Ma'am, we have reason to believe your son broke into this man's residence and recorded him without consent."
"What…!?" she gasped, hand rising to her chest.
"M-mom, I didn't—"
"SHUT IT, YOU BRAT!!" the teacher roared, his face contorted with fury. "If it were up to me, I would've beaten you bloody to set you straight! But I'm an upstanding citizen! I trust our judicial system to deliver justice!"
Yuuto's mother flinched at his outburst.
'To see the teacher this angry… No…'
She gripped her arm tightly, recalling Yuuto's kindness—how he'd hugged her, reassured her, helped her through hard times recently - the promises he made.
'No… was it all a lie…?'
Her lips trembled. Her heart pounded.
And from a shadowed corner of the street, out of sight…
Yuuno watched. Smirking.
'What luck. Maybe I'll get to fuck your hot mommy after all. To think something like this would just fall into place...'
———— FLASHBACK ————
"If you make his life a living hell outside of school, I'll personally pay you," the teacher said, stepping closer to Yuuno.
Yuuno tilted his head.
"What happened, Teacher?"
The teacher hesitated, then scoffed.
"...That… that bastard. Forget it. We may have a good relationship, but there's no need to involve you."
"I insist," Yuuno replied with a polite smile. "Who knows? I might be able to help…"
A pause.
Then, the teacher leaned in, his voice strained. "He filmed me. Doing something. That bastard has something on me."
"Did he now…?" Yuuno scratched his chin, voice calm.
"You don't need to tell me what you were doing, but let me ask—did he just say he filmed you, or was there an actual camera? Is this just his word, or was there real evidence?"
"NO! THERE WAS CLEARLY A CAMERA!" the teacher snapped.
"He broke into my house and made sure I'd see it! So I'd have no doubt! He definitely filmed me!"
Yuuno's gaze sharpened.
"Hmm… Seeing as he's done this before, I don't doubt it."
He paused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"If he's got you on a leash…"
His eyes narrowed.
"…Then he's planning something."
He folded his arms, tone low and strategic.
"Here's what you should do: call the police. That footage has to be somewhere—his home, his email, a drive. Don't worry about your end. The law will first come after him for breaking into your house. Legally, he crossed the line on speculation. And you can plead with the police not to… release what you were doing."
The teacher swallowed hard.
"I… I see… BUT H-HE COULD'VE HIDDEN IT ELSEWHERE…!!"
"…Indeed. No, you're right. We have to be careful," Yuuno nodded, voice now lower.
"Leave it to me. I'll check his bag. There's bound to be something there."
"D-DON'T GET CAUGHT…!!" the teacher blurted, gripping Yuuno's sleeve.
"Who do you take me for, teacher?" He said with a smile, gently guiding his grip off of him.
Shortly after, as the day began, Yuuto left his bag in the classroom and walked out for lunch.
Yuuno stood near the desk, eyeing it.
'Careless… Yuuto-kun.'
He approached, opening the bag calmly, eyes scanning. Then—he spotted it.
'Oh...? What's this?'
The title on the notebook read:
"PLAN OF ATTACK."
'That's definitely bait.'
Yuuno quickly checked his surroundings. After confirming no one was watching, he opened the notebook.
'Or... Not.'
His eyes widened.
[NAME: YUUNO. BEST FRIEND: YOCHAN.]
[Has a tight relationship with his sister. Exploitable.]
His fingers clenched around the paper.
'You were planning…'
'To hurt… Ami…!?'
His eyes burned.
He slowly closed the notebook and slid it back inside the bag with care.
'…Very well, Yuuto-kun.'
'I'll enjoy watching you fall into despair.'
He stepped away and pulled out his phone, calling the teacher.
"There's something we can use," he said. "Call the police. It's time."