MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU LOT!!!!!!!
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It was night. The stars had just begun to dot the sky.
"I just... I have no idea why he'd do something like this. I'm... so, so sorry," Yuuto's sister bowed deeply to Yuuno's younger sister, her voice heavy with regret.
"It... It's fine... Miss Sakurai," Yuuno's sister murmured, her voice timid as she shyly looked away.
"Call me Yuka!" she said with a cheerful smile, trying to lighten the mood.
'Really... That stupid brother of mine. Why... just why would he do something like this?' Yuka thought, frustration bubbling under the surface as she clenched her thighs together.
She felt something wet slide down her vaginal canal, staining her panties. A blush crept up her cheeks as she stole a quick glance at Yuuno, only for her thoughts to be interrupted.
"You better leave, senpai~," Yuuno said with a teasing tone, snapping her out of her daze. She blinked and bowed once more, his words laced with subtle dismissal. "You don't want to keep your mother waiting, do you?"
A moment passed, and Yuka found herself walking home under the streetlights, their glow casting long shadows on the ground.
'They're so kind... Just... why? If you were so bothered with me and Yuuno, why didn't you just tell me? To get him to hit you like he used to... for something like this?' Her teeth clenched as anger twisted in her chest. Her fists tightened at her sides as she neared her house.
Just then, Yuuto slipped out through a window.
'Now... time to secure the other "ally" I intended to get first,' he thought, landing lightly on the cold grass. He emerged from the yard onto the empty street, his mind focused on the address he had seen on his homeroom teacher's ID card.
Rising to his full height with confidence, Yuuto strode forward—but then a silhouette caught his attention under the streetlight.
"Yuuto...?" the voice called out, soft yet distinct. The figure stepped closer, catching him mid-step.
Yuuto froze in place, an annoyed grimace settling on his face.
"What?" he asked curtly, his tone impatient.
The sharpness in his voice didn't go unnoticed. Yuka narrowed her eyes, irritation flashing across her face.
'Well, she was bound to leave his place eventually,' Yuuto thought, suppressing a sigh.
'I figured she'd stay until tomorrow, but I guess that bastard knows how to reel a fish properly.'
"Don't talk to me like that!" Yuka yelled, glaring at Yuuto as he turned his back to her.
"You think you can act however you want without thinking about other people!?" Her voice rose, nearly roaring, as an image of Yuuno's sister flashed in her mind.
'She was such a gentle kid... To think he was capable of doing something like this. And now this behavior...'
"Where are you going at this time!?" she demanded, her voice trembling with anger.
"..."
Yuuto stayed silent.
Inhale.
Exhale.
'You know what? I guess I can delay my plans a little,' Yuuto thought, a sly smirk creeping onto his lips as he turned to face her, though a pang of irritation tightened in his chest, threatening to betray him.
"I'm going to rape that girl again, obviously," he said casually, the words dripping with mockery.
"Then, I'll make him beat me up again, but this time, I'll make it more believable."
Yuka froze, stepping back in confusion as the confidence in his voice and the smirk on his face made her anger falter.
"D-Don't FUCK with me! What are you actually doing outside this tim—"
"What?" Yuuto interrupted, his tone sharp.
"Is that not believable coming from my lips?" He began to strut toward her, his gaze piercing.
"Do you need your boyfriend to say it for it to sound credible, sis?"
'W-what... The... Since when has he been this... forward?!' Yuka thought, her mind reeling. His confident posture, the straightness of his back, the sheer disdain in his eyes—it all felt alien, like someone else stood before her.
But that only deepened her suspicion.
"You...!! Yuuno did nothing wrong!" she snapped, looking away, her voice shaking.
"You acting like this... It just confirms it. Everything. Everything he said about you was true, wasn't it?"
Yuuto flinched, his fists tightening at his sides, his knuckles cracking under the pressure.
"... Because he said it?" Yuuto murmured, his voice low and dangerous.
"BECAUSE HE HAD PROOF!" Yuka screamed, her anger boiling over as she slapped him hard across the face. Yuuto stood still, taking the blow in silence.
"You think I'd shout at my own brother? That I'd tell everyone what he told me because of a baseless accusation!? He showed me the texts... And then, the way his sister behaved... If you really looked at her that day, you'd realize she wasn't lying. No one in that room lied, except YOU."
Inhale.
Exhale.
"Now, let's go back," Yuka growled, grabbing Yuuto's arm and yanking him toward their house.
"I'm not letting you out of my sigh—"
"So what you're saying," Yuuto interrupted firmly, applying just enough force to stop himself from being dragged along. His arm ached from resisting her grip—she was stronger—but he held his ground. Feeling his resistance, Yuka stopped in her tracks, her frustration evident.
"Because there was proof, you, Mother, and everyone else in that room believed him?" Yuuto asked, his tone low and biting.
"Yeah. It's as clear as rain," Yuka replied without hesitation, her tone resolute.
"I see," Yuuto's voice turned icy, his words slicing through the air.
"So, in the absence of proof, you wouldn't even think about siding with your brother. Is that it? Without evidence, you wouldn't dare believe a word I'd say, would you?" His glare pierced her, unrelenting.
Yuka's eyes widened at the accusation.
"T-that...! You're twisting my words, and you know it!" she snapped, her voice trembling with anger.
"Why do you antagonize me?! I'm on your side! But this behavior needs to be fixed, or you'll grow up to be a horrible person! I'M YOUR SISTER."
"Don't you even dare say that." Yuuto's voice dropped into a sudden, guttural growl.
"What? That your behavior's fucked up?" she retorted, her tone biting.
"No." Yuuto paused, his expression unreadable, his gaze locked onto her.
"That you actually think you're still my sister after..."
'Stop,' Yuuto commanded himself, forcing the words to trail off.
'Look at her. Take in that angered expression—the complete lack of self-reflection,' he thought, his gaze scanning her from head to toe.
His eyes lingered briefly on her crotch before flicking away.
'Smell it—the stench of his filth seeping from her, staining her undergarments.'
'Do you really think you can convince her now?' he asked himself, the thought heavy with resignation.
'That anything you say will affect what she thinks about you in any way?'
'That if you cry, wallop, scream, kick, and shout, she'll suddenly realize what a brainless doll she's become? Manipulation as deep as his can't be undone in an instant,' his inner voice cut sharply, his anger cooling into something far colder.
'She'll never admit she's wrong—not like this. That bully played her perfectly, giving her everything she ever wanted: freedom, fun, and a life of carefree indulgence, free from any real responsibility.'
'And you?'
He asked himself bitterly.
'You're nothing more than a threat to her carefree, worriless fun.'
'An unwelcome reminder of responsibility she never asked for.'
'A burden she's forced to constantly deal with.'
'A problem she wishes didn't exist.'
'A brother in name only.'
'That's what angers her—not what you allegedly did. Not even close.'
He exhaled deeply, his shoulders easing slightly as the cold realization settled over him.
'Because humans are just that superficial and bland. Being a mass-murderer is nothing compared to ruining their life of indulgence.' his thoughts continued, detached and cutting.
'And her? She's selfish to her very core—a person who prioritizes her own pleasure over the needs of her family.'
'Despite how that's just how humans are... a girl like her doesn't deserve the title of sister.'
Yuuto's gaze sharpened, his anger fading into an icy, unyielding contempt.
'So don't take her words to heart,' he told himself.
'They're worth jack-squat anyway.'
"I take it back," Yuuto said, his shoulders relaxing. "You were right."
"...?" Yuka blinked, startled by his sudden calm.
"You were right all along." He lowered his gaze, the intensity in his voice completely gone.
"I need to repent. But... it's been a rough day. The other students weren't exactly welcoming—not that I blame them," he added with a weak shrug.
'H-huh...?' Yuka's thoughts faltered as she felt her hostility dissolve into confusion, swept away by Yuuto's lack of resistance.
"I just wanted to take a walk," he continued, his voice soft, almost pleading. "Is that... really too much to ask?"
As the tension in the air dissipated, Yuka's chest felt strangely hollow. Her eyes lingered on his face in the dim streetlight, noticing for the first time the faint red spot on his cheek.
"W-were... you beaten up, or something?" she asked, her voice uncertain, the words slipping out more from instinct than genuine concern.
"No, sis." Yuuto smiled faintly. "I fell down some stairs."
"A-ah... I see," she murmured, scratching her head awkwardly.
"I still won't forgive you for the shit you did," she snapped suddenly, her tone sharp as if testing his reaction.
"I know. A reasonable person wouldn't," Yuuto replied evenly, his calm demeanor unshaken.
"...." She paused, her gaze lingering on his face a moment longer, as if searching for a reason to refuse his request—but finding none.
"Tsk. If you're not back within the hour, I'll discipline you myself," Yuka muttered, clicking her tongue as she turned on her heel. Her footsteps echoed as she walked away, her irritation masking the strange, lingering unease in her chest.
'Alright,' Yuuto sighed, turning on his heel. 'Now for the important stuff.'
A Few Minutes Later
A low, sinister snicker echoed through the dark apartment, bouncing off its grimy walls. The stench of rotting garbage hung heavy in the air, blending with the filth scattered across the wooden floor—stains of who-knows-what marking every corner.
The only source of light came from a small TV screen, flickering faintly in the gloom. Its glow was partially obstructed by a large, slouched figure seated directly in front of it.
The homeroom teacher.
His usual evening ritual was well underway—leering at stolen pictures of girls from the school where he taught, taken from the security cameras he'd tampered with. But tonight, his attention was focused elsewhere. On someone else.
"Holy shit… she's so fucking hot," he muttered, his voice thick with depravity.
The images weren't explicit—just snapshots of a woman in everyday attire. Yet for him, they were more intoxicating than anything else he'd indulged in before.
"Ms. Sakurai… Soon," he murmured, his breathing ragged, "when that garbage son of yours gets evicted… or better yet, kills himself... I'll have you all to myself."
His hand moved toward his lap as his fantasies spiraled further. "I honestly can't wait…!! Fucking die. Die. Die. Die. Die... DIE!!" he chanted in a feverish crescendo, his strokes matching the rhythm of his cries.
And then, cutting through the scene, a voice spoke from the shadows, cool and mocking.
"Serizawa. Ayano. Hikari. Bianka... Oh, a Russian student? Didn't know we had one."
The teacher froze, his breath hitching in his throat. His blood turned cold as he whipped around, his chair screeching against the floor.
There, standing casually in the darkness, was a figure rifling through a pile of swimsuits strewn across the floor—swimsuits belonging to female high school athletes.
"You... YOU!!" the teacher stammered, his voice breaking as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. The figure's face came into view.
"SAKURAI!!"
Yuuto stepped forward, his expression calm.
"Evening, teacher," he greeted.
"My, you really are diligent about looking after the students' clothes, aren't you? Though…" Yuuto's gaze swept over the man's bloated form. "...even if you practiced for 20 years, you wouldn't lose enough of that rotten fat to fit into them."
The teacher's face twisted in rage. "You... bastard!!"