But regarding what Katsuragi Shouko just said, those words that not only showed indifference but even support toward Hikari, he felt abnormally furious.
'I knew it, this damned woman called a stepmother only ever sides with outsiders!'
'W*man is just w*man, damned w*man!'
"No, I'm going to turn them all into my flesh toys!"
'But that Sayaka girl is already a little suspicious of me. Not easy to act on her.'
'And that stinking girl called Yuki, from the very first time we met, has never shown me a good face, not a good target either.'
'Then it's decided, I'll start first with this most mature woman!'
After thinking for a while, Kareki Tsunetaka finally decided to set his first target upon his gentle and beautiful stepmother.
Among these three mother and daughters, Katsuragi Shouko treated him with the best, softest attitude, so the success rate was also the highest.
Secretly glancing again at Katsuragi Shouko's tender, dazzlingly beautiful face, then staring at that chest size even a whole circle larger than Katsuragi Sayaka's, Kareki Tsunetaka's breathing became more and more rough.
Even though Katsuragi Shouko had always treated him quite well before, the thought that she hadn't even stopped her own daughter's lowly behavior of liking another man, nor did she leave her daughter to her son, just proved she was a w*man lacking discipline.
———
"Pinhole camera… pleasure potion… binding tape…"
Returning to his dark, damp, even foul-smelling room, Kareki Tsunetaka opened the underground online shopping platform, and at once added all kinds of items to cart, intending to prepare for handling this cheap w*man Katsuragi Shouko.
———
At the same time, Hikari, having just finished training, was pushing himself up from the ground.
He had just done a thousand push-ups, squats, and sit-ups in one go, yet those solid, well-proportioned muscles were only slightly flushed with blood, and not much sweat was on his body.
"Although still lacking a hundred kilometers of running, Saitama-sensei's training method… its effects are starting to decline."
Hikari unfastened the heavy weights at his waist, considering whether he should double the weight again.
After rinsing his body a little, Hikari debated whether to return to the Tsubakihara household, or go instead to Harmony Apartments.
Although today Miss Mira hadn't messaged him to hurry back, normally Hikari would just directly return to eat.
But ever since that last time when, while fully conscious, he had another 'accidental' link with Kiriryuin Kaede, it seemed she had become somewhat addicted to that taste.
Even though she still quarreled with Hikari verbally, and in front of Yukino she still pretended to dislike him terribly, both openly and secretly she always wanted Hikari to come over to help broaden the oni clan's cultivation path.
And Hikari would not hypocritically claim he disliked it. Honestly speaking, Kiriryuin Kaede was indeed a very wonderful woman, or better to say, female oni.
Whether looks or figure, both were first-class.
Not to mention those steering-wheel-like twin horns outshining twin-tails, plus her rare stamina which could actually keep up with his.
After all, training at home was still training, and sparring with the super-strong oni clan heiress was also training. So why not exercise on this oni heiress's body?
And if he went, he could also play with Natsuha and Yukino.
But just as Hikari was nearly done tidying up and ready to head out, he suddenly halted his steps.
[Ding! Anti-Minotaur Warning Notice!]
[The girl sharing the same apartment with you has been targeted by someone, possessing certain NTR probability. Please respond actively!]
Hearing this message from the Pure Love Radar inside his mind, Hikari froze on the doorstep.
"There's a Minotaur?"
Opening Pure Love Radar, according to the location, it did not seem to be the Katsuragi Shouko mother-daughter trio he had just met next door.
Not related to the stay-at-home guard. Instead… the signal pointed upstairs.
"This location… Chisato?", In his mind arose the girl's face strangely reminiscent of Shiina Chizuru.
Since Pure Love Radar had already warned him, Hikari decided to temporarily set aside going to Harmony Apartments to conquer the female oni, and first resolve matters inside his own apartment.
Thinking this way, he quietly left his room.
As soon as he neared the hallway, he saw a sneaky shadow creeping upstairs; at once, he followed silently.
———
Mashiro Yuta lowered his footsteps as much as possible, slowly climbing the stairs, his breathing heavy in the darkness.
Thinking of his niece Mashiro Chisato's y*ung, beautiful b*dy, his eyes in the blackness reflected a wolf-like green radiance.
"Little Chi… uncle has come to see you again!"
Climbing the stairs, Mashiro Yuta thought over today's improvised plan.
Last time, when his brother and sister-in-law entrusted him to take care of his niece, unable to endure her nasty attitude along with temptation from the silver waves, he had wanted to f*rce himself upon his niece.
Unfortunately, because of unexpected circumstances, things went wrong and he failed.
Ever since then, after fleeing in disgrace, though Mashiro Chisato seemed not to report anything, he still lived in fear at home for many days, worried police might show up any moment to arrest him.
Originally, he did not dare approach again, fearing both police and also that boy who beat him half-dead.
But today… he simply could not suppress it anymore.
Alone at home full of boredom, he only relieved himself by watching small films, and the fire in his heart grew larger.
With only two hands, he could not resolve it. No money to find relief in the red-light district either.
Just nicely, today Chisato's parents called again, saying they were going away on a trip. Though this time Chisato insisted she could manage herself, they still worried.
So they hoped if Yuta had time, he could check in on her, spare key hidden beneath the front mat.
Receiving this message, imagining his niece Chisato, a JK with that y*ung fragrant body, Mashiro Yuta let his small head override his large head, unable to contain his restless desire, hurriedly dressing to rush there again.
And so, in the dark, he finally reached Chisato's doorway.
With the dim light in the hall, he swiftly retrieved the key from under the mat.
Jamming the key several times into the slot, he finally turned it.
Clack!
The crisp unlocking sound rang out, and Mashiro Yuta's eyes lit with joy.
He planned: if she was not home, he would hide in ambush and leap upon her return.
If Chisato was home, even better, he would rush and force himself, making her his star sla–ve.
Excitedly, he shoved the door hard to burst it open.
But with a harsh sound, the door only opened a crack, as if something inside held it. No matter how he pushed, it would not open further.
"What's going on?"
Panicked, he realized the reason: on the inside, a metal safety chain barred the door. Without that chain removed indoors, the door could not open fully.
Urgently, he rattled the door over and over, trying to snap or dislodge the chain.
Inside, footsteps quickly hurried down the stairs.
"Who is it?", Holding a frightened face, Mashiro Chisato appeared, shocked by the shaking door.
Gathering courage, she peered at the tiny crack.
And there, the disgusting, grotesque face of Mashiro Yuta stood grimacing.
"Uncle Yuta?", Chisato's body trembled.
Even though she had guessed it could be him just from the terrible rattling, actually seeing this perverted uncle resurfaced the trauma instantly, leaving her shivering uncontrollably.
"Little Chi?", Hearing her steps, Mashiro Yuta eagerly called out.
After several seconds without reply, he pressed his eye against the crack, straining to glimpse inside.
Noticing her shapely silhouette, he whispered, "Chii-chan! It's me, Uncle Yuta. Quick, open for uncle! Your parents asked me to watch over you."
Seeing those horror-movie eyes peering in through the slit, Chisato backed away several steps, not daring to let him glimpse more.
"You're not my uncle! You pervert! Go away!", Because of what happened last time, Chisato didn't believe his words at all, directly yelling at him to leave.
But Yuta would not give up over a few words.
Feigning gentleness, he apologized, saying last time was his mistake and promising that if she opened, he would not do anything.
But Chisato never opened it.
Losing patience, Yuta began furiously banging the door.
"Little Chii! Let uncle in now!"
"I'll give you ten seconds, open up for uncle!"
"Otherwise, if uncle enters himself, he'll t*rture you!"
"You know what kind of torment you'll face? You'll beg for death!"
"Chii! Obey uncle!"
Listening to his thunderous roar and threats, Chisato shook like a leaf. Just an ordinary high school girl, her frail body trembled violently.
Hands shaking, she pulled out her phone. Not the police. Not her parents.
Instead, she called the one she trusted most.
Riiing!
When the call connected, she blurted out at top speed, "Hello? Hikari-kun? My perverted uncle came again to my door, wuwuwu… can you help me? Please, Hikari-kun!"
Her voice brimmed with helplessness and terror, sobbing tones like a drowning person clutching her final lifeline.
But before despair consumed her, a calm reassuring voice answered back:
["Alright, I'll help you. Don't worry."]
["Oh yes, you can go ahead and open your door."]
Hearing Hikari's confident tone, Chisato faltered in confusion.
'What does he mean by that?'
Just then, silence fell outside.
Yuta's roaring had suddenly vanished.
The corridor outside was utterly quiet, like sound itself had been vacuumed away.
Chisato cautiously leaned toward the crack, peeking out.
There, Mashiro Yuta's ferocious face was now swollen like a hog head, clearly pummeled.
And a strong hand gripped his collar.
Relieved, Chisato's gaze rose… and met the face she trusted most. That beautiful, reassuring face.
"Hikari-kun!", she cried gratefully.
Opening the chain, Chisato flung the door wide.
There stood Hikari, calm as ever, holding the limp, beaten Yuta like a dead dog.
Her eyes welled hot, tears spilling as she covered her mouth, unable to control her sobbing.
"You go rest inside. I'll handle him."
Shaking the nearly unconscious Yuta, Hikari didn't wait for her reply, carrying him off toward the underground garage.
In a dim corner blind to cameras, Hikari tossed Yuta onto the cold ground.
Perhaps driven by survival, though coughing blood, Yuta still tried to beg.
But Hikari didn't bother, summoning Four Legendary Gays, he subjected him to the ultimate treatment.
Soon the garage echoed with unearthly howls, lingering long…
Mashiro Yuta… soon became Mashiro Yuta the com-dumpster.
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