[I noticed the first chapter was well received (at least on Wattpad), so here's the second! As a reminder, this style is still experimental, so I appreciate your patience and feedback as I explore it further.
[Hope you enjoy chapter two!]
"Welp," Yuuto stretched through his pain, muttering, "Now what? How do I find his home?"
Reluctantly, he eyed the phone, considering, "I don't really want to call his mom or sister. What if they start asking questions?" He murmured as he went to the about section as he learned his way around the phone.
He glanced at the phone's screen and froze. "You've gotta be kidding me," he spat, twitching as he saw the name "Yuuto Sakurai" listed in the "about" section.
'S-seriously, author? Getting transmigrated twice wasn't enough, you just had to name this wimp after me too!?' He thought to no one.
"Creative liberty and a lack of names—what a bitch. Right... now that I think about it, none of these characters even had names in the manga. Either the author got lazy, or maybe he's just vengeful—since, y'know, I fuck his mom." He sighed, tucking the phone away.
"Well, that simplifies things. Now there's no way I can accidentally reveal my identity since I'm using my own name." He pushed open the bathroom door, the noon sun spilling in.
'The phone shows today's the weekend... So no school tomorrow. That gives me time to figure things out,' Yuuto thought as he stepped outside.
'Anyway, the kid was being bullied before and after the 'cucking' if you can even call it like that. I need to figure out where I stand to properly plan this out. Considering I know how his sister looks, I just need the bully to show me a vague picture of her like he did in the manga again, and I'll know for sure... Or get him to slip up...'
'... Or if she smells like chlorine. Either or.' He shrugged, seating himself on a nearby bench and listening to the wind.
[Semen and chlorine share some chemical characteristics due to their alkalinity, which contributes to them having almost the same scent; which is what Yuuto was referring to here.]
'An 'NTR' Manga world again, huh?' He mused as he looked to the clear skies, as he spread his arms and legs across the entire bench. 'I still feel conflicted calling it 'NTR'. There's really no 'love life' involved here...'
'I guess.. It's an NTR in the sense where he was emotionally cucked of a sisterly love, maybe? That's a thing, after all.' He thought, yet couldn't help but shudder at the words, 'Sisterly love.'
'Either way, all I have to do is get rid of the bully, yeah?' He reasoned as he picked his nose, 'Lower his credibility, get him to slip up, and unveil his mask if I want to go back to my world, right? That's how it works?'
Despite how Yuuto labeled him an NTR antagonist earlier, he couldn't help but feel it again. That sense of boredom. That sense of this just being not in his 'level'.
Considering he doesn't even have a level to begin with, he was half right.
"Dumbass. That's because my level can't be measured," He said aloud to no one, proving that he is unwell in his head.
"Real funny." He replied to thin air.
'Welp... Time to get to work,' He resolved after a quick, deep breath; clapping his palms twice.
'I know who to call to.' He thought as he checked his pockets, finding a wallet.
'But how about I dial their number after ensuring I take two birds with one stone?' He thought as he got up to the bench, beginning to search for a certain store.
'... Found it.' He thought as he looked up, scrutinizing the "Hardware Store" Sign. 'Now then... Let's get this over with,' He thought as he walked in.
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"Ahhn..." The room echoed with the rhythmic sound of skin slapping together, a chorus of soft moans and grunts filling the air.
"My... You're so cute, senpai~," he murmured, his grin widening as he thrust into her repeatedly, his satisfaction evident in every movement.
It was the bully. He and the tomboy sister were locked in a heated moment.
'Haah... Everything is perfect. I get to have my way with this bitch, and torment that pathetic brother of hers,' he thought, relishing her breathless panting beneath him, fully under his control. 'She has no clue I beat him to a pulp an hour ago... and I doubt she'd care if she did know at this point,' he mused, a joyful smile creeping across his face. 'I'm sorry, but this is just too much fun... <3'
Then, the ringing of a phone pierced through the moment.
'Hmm...? Who could that be?' He wondered, casually lifting his phone from the bedside table.
He flinched slightly when he saw the name on the screen:
"Fucktoy's Deadbeat Brother."
'Oh...? He's actually calling me, not her...? Did he finally grow a spine?' The bully's eyes narrowed with amusement.
"H-Hey..." she whispered, her breath ragged, covered in sweat and tangled sheets as she noticed his sudden focus on the phone. "Who's that...?"
"Oh, just your brother~," he teased with a smug grin.
"W-what...? Why would he call you...?" she asked, her voice still heavy with exhaustion.
"I mean, we're great friends... I only wish he'd call more often," he said, feigning a note of sadness.
'And if he's already calling... I might as well enjoy it as much as I can...' The bully thought, a sly grin forming as he glanced at the vulnerable girl beside him. He picked up the phone, his predatory gaze still fixed on her as he grew erect again while still inside of her.
"Heeeey~, what's up, Yuuto-kun...?" he answered smoothly, hovering over the sister.
"W-wait...! At least hang up first...!" she whispered urgently, her voice shaking as he forcefully thrusted himself into her. Her moan caught in her throat as she pressed her palms against her mouth, trying desperately to muffle the sounds. "He'll... HEAR... us...!"
Meanwhile, on the other end of the call, Yuuto's voice trembled. "H-hey... I called because it says 'Friend'... I-I don't know where I am or who I am... I guess my name's Yuuto... I don't want to alarm my mom or... sister... that I apparently have..." His tone was meek, almost pleading. "C-can you come help me...? Without telling them, of course... I don't want to worry them..."
The bully's breath hitched. The shock was so sudden that his movement faltered, and he partially limped as his eyes widened in disbelief.
"W-what...? What's wrong...?" the sister asked, noticing him hesitate as he pulled away, her voice thick with confusion.
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As Yuuto heard the long pause, he grinned, 'Heh. The main character is meek and shy. The bully must know that everyone has a breaking point, especially with the way they've been messaging. He knew that the other 'ME' would probably come to a point where he'd go into a fit of rage, which would allow the bully to use it to his leverage.'
'Bet you never saw this one coming, boyo.' Yuuto thought.
'Also, considering his nature, and those muffled moans in the background, he must've been banging this guy's sister, talking to me while fucking her to get some sort of superiority high out of it. I guess we're after the cuckening.' He sighed.
'Either way... If I'm right about this, and I always am, this is how he'll react...'
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'No... No, no, no... NO!' The bully's thoughts spiraled as he shot up from the bed, gripping his phone tightly.
"E-eh...?" The sister mumbled, confused as she felt him shift away from her.
'He forgot...? He actually forgot all that torment!!? NO..!! NO!!! He dared to forget!?!! Did we hit him too hard...?! This has to be an act...!!' He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. '... It isn't an act. He's way too pathetic for that.' He reasoned, his calmness returning,
'If he was vengeful, he'd show it—just like that bitch of a sister did when she demanded an apology... only to end up falling for me~'
'If he really forgot everything... that means...' A sadistic smile curled across his lips. 'I just gotta make him remember it all over again <3.'
"Is everything alright?" she asked, noticing the change in his demeanor.
"Oh..." He turned to her, slipping back into his clothes. "Your brother wants to meet me. Sounds important..." He replied in that falsely soft tone, hiding the excitement bubbling up inside him as he returned to the call,
"Yeah, buddy. Don't you worry, I'll be right there!" He said to Yuuto, feigning hurriedness and care in his tone before he hung up and placed his phone in his jeans.
'... This is a privilege. I get to see that despair on his face all over again~,' he mused, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he glanced away from the sister. 'Oh no... Calm down...! Wait until you get there.' He wore his sports shoes back on, steadying his excitement. 'I've heard... I've heard that people with Amnesia can have their personalities change entirely... But this isn't the case here for sure. That fragile voice over the phone... A blank page for me to joyfully scribble and tear again. Ahh, Yuuto-kun. What will I do with someone as delicious as you? <3' He headed for the door.
"W-wait!" she called, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Y-you could at least..." she murmured, blushing slightly. "Stay... And... Go to him... afterwards."
"Afterwards?" he teased. "After what~?"
"D-don't tease me like that... You know..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced at the bed.
"Hahaha, you really are cute, senpai~," he replied, grinning. "But I have to go. What kind of friend would I be if I left him hanging after he called so earnestly?"
"O-oh..." She blushed even deeper. "At least you're not fighting anymore... That makes me happy."
'Hmph... What a dishonest bitch. You would be happy whether we fought or not. You're now my personal sex slave, even if you don't admit it... Talking as if you've got some free will, as if you actually care about that pathetic excuse of a brother of yours. So amusing <3'
"But of course~," he said as he opened the door. Before leaving, he leaned back in and whispered, "Don't worry, senpai... We'll have a little make-up session that'll more than make up for it~." Her face lit up with a jittery smile as he left.
The bully couldn't help but grin maliciously after the phone call. Yuuto sounded so vulnerable, so lost, that it was almost irresistible. 'He's weaker than ever... this is gonna be fun,' he thought.
The bully had never moved so fast. By the time he reached Yuuto's location at the basketball park, he was already imagining the look of terror on the kid's face, savoring the satisfaction of reasserting his control. Yuuto had always been the perfect target—too weak to resist, too scared to fight back.
He stormed onto the court, where Yuuto sat.
"Hey, Yuuto-kun~," the bully sneered, his voice dripping with false friendliness.
'Alright... Here we go.' Yuuto sighed internally, rising slowly from the bench to face the so-called "Friend."
"U-uh... Excuse me," Yuuto called out weakly as he turned around, meeting the bully's gaze. The blonde approached, beautiful, tall, slim, and neatly put together, in stark contrast to Yuuto's disheveled state.
"Yahoo~" The bully waved with faux cheer, drawing closer. His smooth, pretty-boy appearance belied the sadistic glint in his eyes.
"A-are you 'Friend'?" Yuuto asked, his voice weak.
'Oh, that look...' The bully relished the trust in Yuuto's eyes. 'How delicious it'll be to break that trust~ If only there were a way to make you forget, over and over again, like starting a new save file in Barudors Gaze 3rd, so I could crush you from scratch every time... <3'
[Reference to Baldur's Gate 3 (a video game): It features multiple branching choices with numerous outcomes to interactions and actions, where dice rolls and circumstances affect character fates. Even if you use the same character, starting a new game will likely result in a different outcome than your first playthrough. Much like the game, the bully wishes he could reset and manipulate Yuuto from scratch repeatedly.]
The bully's smile widened as he closed the distance. "Oh~ Yeah, that's me. You must've banged up your head pretty hard, huh, Yuuto-kun?"
"Y-yeah..." Yuuto muttered, lowering his gaze in gratitude. "Thank you so much for—"
But before Yuuto could finish his sentence, the bully's fist drove hard into Yuuto's diaphragm with a brutal force.
"Gaaah...!!" Yuuto gasped, collapsing onto the pavement on his knees, the air knocked from his lungs as his eyes widened.
"Ufu~..." The bully chuckled as he watched Yuuto's pained expression.
Yuuto barely had time to process the pain before the bully delivered a sharp kick to his side, sending him sprawling onto his back. As Yuuto writhed in agony, the bully pressed his shoe into Yuuto's weak, almost protruding ribs. All the while, a light, colorful grin stretched across the bully's face, his gaze affixed on Yuuto's tense expression.
'... You're REALLY making this too easy, Yuuto-kun~,' the bully thought, as another kick connected with Yuuto's side. "Don't you remember anything? Hm?"
Yuuto gasped, curling into himself. His voice wavered as he groaned out, "Why... why are you doing this to me? Aren't we... aren't we friends?"
The bully crouched down, grabbing Yuuto by his shirt collar and yanking him up slightly. He smirked, bringing his face close to Yuuto's ear. "But we are friends~." He chuckled darkly, releasing Yuuto only to let him drop with a dull thud to the pavement again. "I'm just trying to help you remember... like the good old days."
'Well, more like about an hour ago, but you get the message, right? <3'
The bully's foot then crashed into Yuuto's stomach, sending waves of pain through his body, bile climbing up his throat as the kick went in. Yuuto let out a strangled gasp, "Please..." he whimpered, "I don't remember anything... Everything hurts... why are you doing this?"
'Fuck.... He hits hard..!' Yuuto thought.
The bully couldn't help but let out a chuckle, standing over Yuuto's trembling form. A light blush coloring his expression "Oh, Yuuto, Yuuto... Precious, dear Yuuto-kun~ <3 You really hit your head hard, didn't you? But that's okay. I'll help you piece everything back together." He grabbed Yuuto by the shirt again, lifting him up, slamming him into the side of the bench with force.
A vein popped in Yuuto's nose as it hit the bench's metal handle, causing blood to trickle down on the bench, "GRSHE...!" Yuuto grunted as he pressed him against the bench.
'Even if I was in my original body... I can tell. He's... Strong..!' Yuuto thought as he gritted his teeth.
"You see," the bully continued as he yanked him upwards, then driving his knee into Yuuto's gut, causing him to wheeze and gasp for air, "this is the only way you'll remember. A bit of pain, a bit of encouragement, and you'll be right back to where you were..." The bully's voice began to shiver as a manic expression painted his face,
'...Weak. Helpless <3' He mused internally.
"... Just... Just the way I like you~" He said out loud.
Yuuto winced, his voice soft and pitiful. "I thought we were friends..." he croaked, leaning helplessly against the bully. The bully held him tightly as Yuuto gagged, unable to control the small amount of vomit forced up from the knee to his gut.
"Friends?" the bully laughed audibly, throwing another punch into Yuuto's stomach just as he was choking on his bile. "Of course! This is what friends do, isn't it? I'm just... toughening you up," he sneered, relishing every moment of Yuuto's suffering.
Yuuto slumped. Momentarily eyeing a certain location past the bully with a calm so swift, the bully couldn't notice.
'... We're in a good angle here.' Yuuto thought.
"Stop..." Yuuto whimpered, "I don't understand..."
The bully's smirk widened. "You don't need to understand, Yuuto-kun. All you need to know is... I'm here just for you~"
He kept landing blows, each one deliberate, calculated, trying to reignite the fear he once saw in Yuuto's eyes.
Yet, something felt... off. Yuuto looked confused, scared even, but there was something missing. His reactions... felt forced. Almost as if urging the bully to hit harder.
But it couldn't be it. It was THAT Yuuto, after all; or so he reasoned.
After several more punches, Yuuto collapsed. 'Maybe I overdid it this time... Oh, well~' the bully mused, smirking. "See, Yuuto-kun? The feeling's coming back. A few more sessions like this, and you'll remember everything." He grinned as Yuuto struggled on his knees. "It's fun watching you squirm... not in a bad way, of course~"
The bully's heart rate spiked as he glanced at Yuuto, whose face was hidden, whether intentionally or not, sparking irritation. With a click of his tongue, he strode over, delivering another kick for good measure. Yuuto flipped over, landing on his back, his face twisted in agony.
It was then that Yuuto's phone slipped out of his pocket, catching the bully's attention.
"Hm..?" He hummed.
"Hey, Yuuto. Be a good friend and lend me your phone for a bit..." The bully crouched beside the writhing Yuuto, snatching the phone from his grasp.
"I still don't understand... Friends... don't... do this..." Yuuto groaned, his voice weak with pain.
"Come on, stop making this more dramatic than it needs to be. I feel like some third-rate villain in a martial-arts school manga," the bully laughed, wiping sweat off his brow as he started swiping through the phone. "I AM your friend. Friends have playfights all the time, right?"
As his fingers flew over the screen, he thought, 'Unlocked... just like I told him to keep it. What a good little puppet.' He quickly scrolled to the messages section, and sure enough, 'He... deleted it. Just like I asked.'
'He really doesn't remember anything... Seriously. So pathetic.' With a satisfied smirk, he tossed the phone carelessly onto Yuuto's abdomen, watching it bounce to the ground.
"You deleted it just like I told you to. Good boy. See? Friends." The bully stood, turning away with a casual wave.
"D-Deleted... what...?" Yuuto croaked.
"Ahh, don't worry about that," the bully said with a sinister grin. "Just focus on getting better... my precious buddy. And I should probably tell you my name..."
"I'm Yuuno Michaels <3, nice to meet you again~"
He stopped at the edge of the court, turning back with one last parting shot. "Oh, and since we're such good friends, here's a little tip: better head back to your mommy on Star Avenue, 2nd. Wouldn't want her to worry, right? Your last name's Sakurai. Glad I could help~" He waved and walked off.
Yuuto coughed, violently at first, then softer... and then, when the bully was gone, he stopped entirely.
'Jesus. Good thing he knows where to hit so I can still move,' Yuuto thought as he slowly stood up, his body sore but functional. He placed his thumb against one nostril and forcefully exhaled, dislodging a blood clot from the other. A thick drop of blood splattered on the ground.
"Haah..." He took a deep breath, feeling the strain of his battered body as he climbed to the roof of the nearby public restroom using the utility hatch.
Once on the roof, he reached out to the camera that he had placed there earlier, that still had that Hardware Store price tag on it, and pressed "STOP Recording" on the cheap device. He inspected it for a moment, annoyed. 'If only this wimp wasn't piss-poor, I could've used a better camera for a clearer view of the bully's reactions... But even with this, there's no escaping that kind of beating. Either way...'
"Checkmate." He said aloud, yet Yuuto's brow furrowed, a hint of suspicion creeping in. Was it really this easy? Could it all end so quickly? Transmigrated to another world just for the conflict to be resolved THIS fast?
His mind cleared, and he chuckled.
'Of course it can.' He thought, 'I was the one who planned it, after all.' He went down the hatch, and opened one of the stalls, the camera still in his grasp.
"Now then..." He packed the camera into a duffle bag he had hidden in the restroom earlier, slinging it over his shoulder. As he exited the park, he muttered to himself, "Star Avenue, The 2nd, huh? I'm always number one, though."
With that, Yuuto headed toward his 'new' home, his plan far from over.
[Bro actually dared to say he's number one after getting beaten up.]