He takes the gaming station to his home.
As soon as he entered his house, his stepmother was standing at the gate, and she saw him and said, "You have wasted your money again. Where did you get this gaming station from, and why does it look so old? From whom did you get robbed?"
Then he tells his stepmother that it is not what you are thinking. I was coming home from my school. Then I met an old man. He needed money, so he gave this to me. He took some money in return. Believe me. I got this at a very low price.
Her eyes were blazing with an anger that seemed to come from nowhere. Without warning, she slapped him hard across the face. The sting left him momentarily stunned, the sharp impact ringing in his ears. In that instant, his grip on his gaming station loosened, and it slipped from his hands, hitting the floor with a sickening crash.
He stared down at it, his heart sinking as he saw his cherished console lying in pieces, the screen shattered, wires spilling out—a tangled mess of broken dreams. Kaito's fingers trembled as he picked up the remains, holding it delicately in his hands as if he could somehow fix it by sheer will. His stepmom stood nearby, her face flushed with anger and frustration, but Kaito barely registered her now.
A heavy silence fell between them, and without a word, Kaito turned and walked toward the door, cradling his broken gaming station in his hands. He paused at the gate of the house, the shattered console pressed close to his chest. His emotions churned—hurt, anger, and disbelief mixed into a painful knot in his throat.
Standing at the gate, he looked back briefly, feeling a deep bitterness toward the home that suddenly felt less like a refuge and more like a cage. Clenching his jaw, he vowed silently that this wouldn't be the end; this broken console was only a temporary setback. With a final glance, he turned and stepped out, the pieces of his gaming life clutched tightly in his grip.
His eyes became moist, and tears started falling from his eyes, and he took his broken gaming station from there and went inside his room.
He went inside his room and cried for a long time. Then he suddenly calmed down and started thinking that no matter what happens to me, I will not give up at all, and he starts repairing his gaming station himself.
Kaito gathers all the tools he needs and starts working on his gaming station. With his skills and attention to detail, he carefully dismantles the components, checking each part to ensure nothing is damaged. He tightens loose connections, replaces worn-out wires, and cleans the circuitry with precision. As he pieces everything back together, he feels a sense of satisfaction, knowing his gaming station will soon be as good as new. After hours of meticulous work, Kaito steps back to admire his fully restored gaming station. Every wire is secure, every part polished and in place—it looks ready to go. Taking a deep breath, he powers it on, watching as the screen flickers to life. The familiar startup hum fills the room, and he feels a thrill of anticipation. Now, it's time to test it and see if all his hard work has paid off.
Kaito realizes he needs a screen to test his gaming station, but his only television is in his parents' room. He knows that if he sets up in there, his stepmother might interfere—and the last thing he wants is for his hard work to be ruined. Determined to avoid any risk, he heads to the storeroom and digs out an old, dust-covered monitor from a forgotten corner. It's bulky and ancient, but it'll do the job.
Back in his room, Kaito carefully hooks up the old monitor to his gaming station. The moment of truth is near—he presses the power button, holding his breath as he waits to see if his efforts will finally pay off.
As Kaito finished connecting the wires, he held his breath and pressed the power button. Instantly, a soft glow lit up inside his gaming station, followed by a flicker on the old monitor. For a tense moment, he watched as the screen slowly warmed up, hoping everything would work smoothly.
Then, with a quiet hum, the gaming station's startup screen appeared on the monitor, crisp and clear. A wave of relief washed over him, knowing his repairs were successful.
Seeing his gaming station finally power on, Kaito felt a surge of pride and excitement. All the hours he had spent working on it had paid off, and now it was fully operational again. A smile spread across his face as he navigated through the menus, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. This small victory meant more to him than just fixing a machine—it was a reminder of what he could accomplish through determination and effort.
Kaito picked up the console and began navigating through the installation options. As he scrolled through the game library, his eyes widened—every title was unmistakably part of the adult gaming genre. The realization hit him that this wasn't just any gaming station; it was specifically designed for mature, adult-themed games.
Curiosity piqued; he continued browsing the catalog, intrigued by the variety of games available. Part of him felt a bit surprised, but another part couldn't help but feel drawn in.
As Kaito clicked on one of the adult-themed games, the screen flickered to life, displaying an intricate, vivid world unlike anything he had seen before. The graphics were stunning, filled with sensual imagery and immersive environments. His eyes widened in both surprise and excitement, a rush of satisfaction flooding his mind as he realized the depth and detail of this new adult world.
However, just as he started to get fully absorbed in the experience, the gaming station suddenly powered off. The screen went black, and the hum of the system ceased.