"That's strange. It's Saturday today, no school, so why did Alex get up so early? He ran off first thing in the morning... He usually loves to sleep in."
In bed, the awakened Chiara still lay lazily on the soft mattress, hugging a pillow. The lingering scent of Alex on it made her intoxicated. As her slender legs rubbed together, her gaze fell on Alisa near the window.
The gyaru girl's silver ponytail swayed as she applied makeup using a small mirror. Her delicate, cherry lips, carefully painted with gloss, curved into a pretty arc. Her long eyelashes fluttered with the blinking of her eyes, accented by subtle eyeshadow.
"Didn't he leave a message?" Alisa put her cosmetics on the desk. This was Alex's bedroom, but the desk still held many feminine items, like makeup.
Alisa turned to look at her close friend. "Chiara, Alex hasn't been gone long, are you that impatient?"
She finished, her gaze meaningful as she scrutinized her friend's delicate body.
"What do you mean... I'm just looking forward to my date with Alex. But you, Alisa, you were so loud last night," Chiara muttered, covering her face with a pillow. "So lewd."
"Lewd is lewd. I love doing it with Alex, after all," the gyaru laughed heartily.
"By the way, where is Makoto?"
"She got up early, looks like she's making breakfast downstairs."
"Makoto is really dedicated... Huh?"
Another notification popped up on her phone, this time an email. Chiara's face instantly changed. "Mom seems to have found out about Alex and me, asking me to come home... I need to hurry back."
It wasn't unusual for her mother to discover her secret, given how often she stayed overnight at Alex's house. Chiara wasn't worried that her mother would stop her relationship. After saying goodbye to Alisa and Makoto, she rushed out of Alex's house.
When she stepped through her own front door and saw the man sitting in the living room, the girl's expression changed drastically.
"Well, hello, Chiara. Haven't seen you in a while. You've gotten even prettier, haven't you?"
The disgusting middle-aged fat man stared at the girl, his gaze lewd and greedy.
"You?!"
"Gasp..."
Elara and her mother rushed along the sidewalk behind Alex. It was mid-summer, and although it was morning, the temperature was noticeably rising. However, Mrs. Summer felt a chill in her heart.
She looked at Alex's expressionless face, feeling apprehension.
He seemed angry? She didn't know what had happened, and she was slightly afraid to ask.
Mrs. Summer couldn't help but recall the incident at the hospital with the woman named Mira Tsubaki, which showed just how powerful Alex's abilities were.
Hypnosis, control, and even time manipulation...
The more she thought, the colder her heart became.
"Alex, what's going on with Chiara? What happened?" Elara, unlike her mother, had no such reservations and asked bluntly on the road.
"She ran into a disgusting creep," Alex said with a smile. "Even with the Silver Mark, constantly being harassed by that kind of perverted fat pig is extremely irritating."
"Chiara is being targeted by a pervert? Then let's hurry up and save her!"
Alex nodded slightly, not speaking, but a cold sneer was curling in his heart. As for Mrs. Summer's affairs, he temporarily put them out of his mind...
Although Mrs. Summer was still a little confused about the situation, her daughter's words made her generally understand: Is that girl named Chiara also his woman? And she's being targeted by another man...
The Madam stared at the boy's back, her expression gradually growing strange.
"What are you doing?! Get out of my way!"
"You wretched woman! If you don't want to die, stand right there and don't move!"
As they approached Chiara's house, they heard this dialogue. Alex raised an eyebrow, his smile becoming increasingly brilliant. Naturally, the brighter the smile, the colder the surrounding air became.
In the entrance hallway, Chiara's disgusting uncle held a sharp dagger, blocking the doorway to prevent her escape. Even with the protection of the Silver Mark, the flashing blade still made her nervous.
Although the dagger couldn't truly harm her, there was still her mother.
Chiara stood in front of her mother, unable to escape alone...
"You're Chiara's uncle! Why are you doing this?!" Chiara's mother stared in disbelief at the ferocious middle-aged man.
"Uncle? If I'm her uncle, what's wrong with doing a little something?" The perverted fat pig made no attempt to conceal his desire, his red eyes fiercely fixated on Chiara, his own niece.
"Never! Alex is coming soon, and you'll be finished!"
"Shut up! Don't mention that wretched brat!" The man's voice became hoarse, his face contorted in rage. Hearing Chiara mention that person instantly fueled his anger. "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"
"And you! I cared for you so much when you were little, I took care of you, and now you team up with an outsider to screw me over," he gnashed his teeth, the veins bulging on the hand gripping the dagger, panting heavily. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Having those filthy things done to you by that brat every day, it must feel very comfortable, right?" The thought of his cute, beautiful niece being played with by that little brat every day drove him mad with fury. "Getting fucked by him every day—is it great?"
Chiara scoffed. "Yes, it is very comfortable. Alex is the person I love most, and the best man. Being with him is the most comfortable thing. Too bad for you. With Alex here, you will never get me!"
"You—"
The man nearly vomited blood, falling into a frenzy.
Her mother looked at her daughter in surprise. When did Chiara become so resolute? But the dagger made her nervous. "I'm sorry, Chiara. If I hadn't made you come home, this wouldn't have... I'll stop him, you run away quickly!"
"I'm not afraid of him! But Mom, you need to be careful not to get hurt. I'm fine, I have Alex's protection..."
"Still dreaming of him coming to save you? I've locked the door, you—"
Bang!!!
His words were interrupted by a heavy impact. Light streamed in from behind—the door had been kicked open.
The man's heart almost stopped for a moment. Then, without a word, he lunged at Chiara, the cold, glittering dagger aimed at her. "Don't move! Just—Agh!!!"
The Silver Mark flashed brightly.
Even holding a deadly weapon, he couldn't touch Chiara. Instead, the effect of the Silver Mark stung his whole body with pain. The next second, a foot appeared from behind and landed on his face.
Boom——!!!
The fat pig man, pinned to the floor, fearfully rolled his eyes and saw the boy who had once filled him with dread. Terror flashed in his eyes, and a silent fear once again enveloped him.
"Yo, long time no see, you fat pig."
Alex's smile was as bright as the sun, and his kick was just as vicious. "Are you ready to descend into hell?"
"You, you..."
He trembled all over.
"Ah, I misspoke. It shouldn't be 'descend into hell,' but rather," Alex grinned. "Welcome to hell—"