[Notes: For this chapter, any marked words are spoken in English for no reason. Enjoy!]
As dinner progressed, Kanoko excused herself, retreating to her room. She claimed she was tired, but her flushed face and hurried departure suggested her embarrassment had gotten the better of her.
Kaede watched her go, a resigned smile on her face. 'Well, it will pass. She's a strong girl. She will find a way to deal with this situation,' she thought, watching Kanoko's retreating figure ascend the stairs.
"Mom," Yuuto called out, snapping Kaede out of her thoughts as he finished his meal.
She turned to face him, "Yes, honey?"
"...Do you have any black hair dye?"
'Time to lose this NTR'd ass-looking color... And this embarrassing haircut as well before going back to school tomorrow.' Yuuto thought. Determined.
Late evening, the hospital...
"My little brother..." The man murmured as he stood by the hospital bed, gazing down at the unconscious transfer student.
He leaned over, gently patting his brother's head.
"I swear, I will find whoever did this to you, my dear brother... And I will destroy him and everyone he loves... I promise you that," he whispered, his voice warm yet fierce, as he clenched his other hand around his golden pendant watch.
"Mr. Jameson, sir," a firm voice called from outside the door. The man continued to tenderly stroke his brother's forehead without pausing.
"We've got one for you, sir. It's in the limo outside," the voice added casually.
"Just one, Tommy? Even this entire hospital couldn't quell my rage..." he responded, still facing his sleeping brother.
"Ahh, but it is your favorite. Fresh... And innocent," Tommy replied, his voice carrying a hint of wickedness.
"I am coming out now... Sleep well, little brother," he said softly before turning and leaving the hospital room, walking alongside Tommy. An elderly American man in a dark tuxedo with a monocle adjusted his gloves as they walked the unusually quiet hospital corridor until they encountered a doctor restrained by a group of oddly behaving naked nurses; their crotches drenched and soaked, and other clothed doctors and male nurses. The doctor was desperately trying to break free.
"HEY...!!?! RIKU!! SNAP OUT OF IT!!! ALL OF YOU!!!" The doctor shouted in a frenzy as he struggled against them all.
"And, Tommy..." the man called out as he pulled out his pendant watch, dangling it before the frantic doctor's eyes, swinging it side to side. The nurses' gaze turned blank as they all faced him, expressions of utter submission on their faces.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!! YOU'LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS!!!" the doctor screamed.
"Yes, sire?" Tommy responded, his tone nonchalant.
"Starting today, it's Satoshi. Remember that. What will the others at school say?" Satoshi said calmly in Japanese as he continued to tilt the pendant in front of the doctor.
"Yes, sir..."
"Hmmm... It doesn't work, huh? Impressive. I have a 100% hypnosis rate on females, and 99.9% on males... Regardless of their emotional state. Extraordinarily strong genetics and mental fortitude, I suppose? Doctors do need something like that, especially when performing surgeries," Satoshi observed, noting how the doctor remained unfocused on the pendant and unyielding.
"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS...!! DON'T THINK YOU CAN JUST DO WHAT YOU WANT!!!" the doctor bellowed, still restrained.
"Hmm... Riku, right?" Satoshi muttered, turning to one of the nurses after noticing the matching rings on her and the doctor's fingers.
"Yes... Master...?" Riku responded.
"Stab him in the chest. The rest of you, hide the body where it will never be found. Erase all evidence by tomorrow morning. You will all forget about this evening by then," Satoshi commanded coldly as he began to walk away.
"Yes, master," she said, pulling out a surgical knife from a nearby silver tray while Satoshi and Tommy continued on their way outside the hospital.
"Goodbye, darling..." she murmured, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she looked at her husband with a vacant expression.
"Riku..." the doctor whispered, his voice trailing off as a tear mirrored hers.
STAB
The two exited the hospital and made their way toward the limo.
"What about your admission to the school, Satoshi?" Tommy inquired.
"I've already arranged it with the headmistress. I'll be joining the third-year high school class," Satoshi replied.
"Why not just go to this Hiroki Morii's house now and be done with your rightfully earned revenge?" Tommy suggested.
"...Hmph... Because one, I need to go and have a word with those bastards. I will take my brother's place as the dealer, as per our contract. And second..."
"...Where's the fun in ending it so quickly?" Satoshi retorted, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he licked his lips and climbed into the limo. "I'll make him suffer,"
"...Indeed... This is who you are." Tommy concluded.
The next day...
Yuuto finished putting on his school uniform, checking his reflection in the mirror.
'Three days completely wasted. Nothing's happened... yet. As Anti-NTR Man, I must stay vigilant. The bruises have fully healed... perfect. This has to be due to the transmigration. No other explanation makes sense. Well, I'll take it. Even my knuckles aren't hurting anymore,' he mused, clenching his fist to test the pain.
'I need to keep training and stay alert for any NTR schemers out there. All in due time.'
With that thought, he left his room and noticed Kanoko's room was already empty. She had gone to school early, he surmised.
'...There's a lot of work ahead, given this is an NTR manga world. I might have handled the main villain, but knowing how these stories usually go against the protagonist... I doubt this is the end of it,' he thought, bracing himself for what might come next.