The next day, the key to the empty warehouse landed in his hands.
Saya had done her job well, hiring some private detectives to dig into who the hell owned the place.
Turned out, it was none other than that rat bastard Shido.
And why did Shido have the key?
Simple. That worthless piece of shit was using the warehouse to fuck his own students.
Yeah. The man had turned a dusty, abandoned storage lot into his personal fuck den.
What a fucking disgrace.
He didn't just shame the school, he spat on the very concept of being a teacher.
Any institution that let him walk around without a bullet in his skull should be burned to the ground.
And the slut running the show? The one luring all the dumbass girls into that hole of debauchery? None other than Miku Yuki, the certified school whore.
Her body? Sure, it was stacked like a pornstar, big tits, thick ass, hourglass curves, but her face?
Ugly as dogshit.
Like a failed surgery project that never got cleaned up.
Tony couldn't understand for the life of him why Shido would even waste his cock on someone that hideous.
She looked like someone tried to sculpt a hot girl but gave up halfway.
And that wasn't even the worst part.
Her cunt had mileage, serious mileage. Rumor said she'd taken more dicks than a porn server, ten thousand men, minimum.
Tony damn near puked when he heard the number.
Ten. Fucking. Thousand.
He almost gave both middle fingers to the entire male population of the country.
How the fuck could so many men line up for something that nasty?
No standards. No taste. It made his balls shrivel in secondhand shame.
Even Saya, whom he personally placed on the lower tier of beauty among his women, still blew that cumdumpster out of the water in every single category.
But that wasn't the main point.
The real highlight was Saya.
Not only did she dig up Shido's dirty secret, she went the extra mile. Hired thugs to rob the bastard clean, stripped his cash, phone, everything.
Then she had them humiliate him. They snapped photos of him standing in the middle of the damn street in nothing but his underwear, looking like a beaten-down, broke-ass pervert who just got pissed on by karma itself.
Tony grinned wide, satisfaction radiating from his face as he ran his fingers through Saya's soft pink hair, relishing the downfall of the man who ruined the original Takashi's life get absolutely fucking wrecked.
"That's my girl. Good fuckin' job, Saya."
"Who the hell is your girl?" Saya slapped his hand away, baring her sharp little canine teeth with her trademark tsundere fire.
"Don't you already have Rei?"
Tony shrugged, lips curling into a smirk. No answer. He didn't need to explain himself.
One woman? Nah. That version of him was dead. Back in the day, he was the loyal type.
One girl, one heart. He put it all on the line. And what did he get for it? Betrayal.
The bitch dumped him and ran into Sosa's arms, the same lying, cheating, snake-ass bastard who smiled while stabbing him in the back.
That shit hurt. Changed him.
Now? He didn't do loyalty. Not to women.
Women liked the guys who cheated, who treated them like trash, who had other girls crawling on their cocks. Sosa proved that.
So Tony adapted.
He wasn't gonna get betrayed again.
Not ever.
Seeing Takashi stay silent, Saya frowned, her eyes narrowing as if realizing something.
"Are you still brooding over Rei's betrayal, Takashi? She didn't mean it like that," she said quietly.
Tony let out a cold laugh at that statement, his voice laced with scorn.
"If I didn't have the balls to make the first move, she would've already fallen for Hisashi long ago, cariño," he replied, voice sharp and unwavering. "You, Rei, Hisashi, all of you only ever cared about yourselves. Not once did any of you stop to think about what I wanted, what I felt. It was always just about you."
And he wasn't wrong.
The truth was brutal. The former owner of this body—Takashi, had nearly lost the will to live.
When Rei told him to stay away from her, his heart gave out, literally. A heart attack, brought on not just by heartbreak, but by despair.
By the time Tony took over, Takashi wasn't just gone mentally. He was already dead in every sense that mattered.
Tony wasn't the forgiving type. And he damn sure wasn't the forgetting type either. She cheated on him, so he returned the favor tenfold.
Everything he had now, the women, the respect, the strength, the dominance, he built it with his own hands, with guts and grit the old Takashi never had.
If he didn't have the balls to act?
He'd be in the same sorry position: getting cheated on by Rei, stabbed in the back by Hisashi, and laughed at by Saya, who, back then, didn't even have the spine to confess properly.
Instead, she pulled her little tsundere games, trying to worm her way into his life with clumsy schemes and passive-aggressive bullshit.
"Sorry, Takashi... I should've stepped up sooner..." Saya murmured, lowering her head.
The shame was written all over her face, her voice laced with self-disgust. "I knew Shido was a shady bastard. I could've helped... but I didn't."
She laid it bare, no lies, no excuses.
Just the bitter truth.
And that's what Tony respected.
That's what Takashi, the broken boy that used to live in this body needed to hear.
That they all fucked up.
Tony exhaled, rubbing his temples before answering.
"No point digging up the past too much, cariño. You've helped me a lot lately. And… yeah, part of it was on me too."
He hated taking responsibility for someone else's mistakes, especially the old Takashi's indecisiveness and passivity, but he did it anyway.
He wanted this conversation to end, this drawn-out drama to finally wrap up so things could move the fuck on.
Saya gave a weak, miserable smile at his words.
"Unfortunately… some things just can't be fixed," she said, her voice breaking. "I'm sorry, Takashi."
"Sorry…"
"It's my fault…"
Her voice cracked completely as tears spilled from her eyes.
She hugged him tightly, her body trembling, small and fragile in his arms, vulnerable in a way that cut deep.
Tony sighed again, more from exhaustion than frustration, and stroked her soft pink hair in silence.
She pressed herself into his side, clutching him as she cried everything out, letting her pain bleed freely in the quiet of that moment.
In the end, the damage was already done.
Everyone had fucked up. Takashi, Rei, Hisashi, Saya, all of them were active players in this drama.
They broke something that couldn't be fixed.
But broken or not, life doesn't stop.
And Tony?
Tony wasn't the kind of man to look back.
He'd move forward.
And he'd do it his way.
No more regrets. No more apologies.
Just pure, relentless motion toward the future.