In a fraction of a second, Jin closed the distance. He appeared behind the blonde's back and, using his body like a spring, he swung his right leg like a baseball bat.
CRAACK
His instep connected squarely with the back of his neck, caving the bone in with a disgusting crunch that sounded louder than the hissing of the dying flames.
"Ghh...!"
It was the only sound that managed to escape. His eyes rolled back into his head and his lights went out abruptly. The blonde's body collapsed instantly, slumping to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
"...."
Silence slammed back into the alley.
Seconds later, it was broken by the liquid sound of blood escaping under pressure. A dark, hot puddle gushed from his shattered neck, spreading avidly.
Jin straightened up, and turned toward the woman.
In a millisecond, his murderous expression vanished, replaced by the mask of someone genuinely concerned.
"Are you okay?"
The woman, still trembling and with her heart about to pound out of her chest, looked up slowly.
And what she saw wasn't a monster, but a tall, attractive boy wearing a high school uniform.
Even though his features still retained that youthful softness, there was something about his upright posture and the confidence in his gaze that projected absolute calm.
It was as if the boy's presence had erased the danger from existence.
The woman clutched her chest with one hand, trying to slow her heart. But this made the fabric of her shirt, already translucent from sweat, scream under the pressure, allowing her fingers to sink deep into that mountain of flesh.
She let out a shaky sigh and, without waiting for that pair of massive tits to stop swaying with an obscene, liquid bounce, she bent at the waist in a deep bow before Jin.
"T-Thank you so much... really," she said with a voice that was still trembling, oblivious to the fact that her bow was gifting Jin a deep view of her sweaty cleavage. "If you hadn't come..."
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something.
"Ah, right!"
She opened her expensive leather bag, and with clumsy fingers, took out a card. She handed it to him with both hands, causing her arms to squeeze her breasts even tighter, pressing them together into a sinful line of cleavage.
"I'm Kyōka Tachibana. This is my card. If you need anything in the future, please, look me up."
Jin took the card automatically, but his mind was on her name.
'I knew it was her!'
Kyōka Tachibana.
She wasn't just any woman. She was the protagonist of a legendary hentai that he knew by heart. One of those infamous stories that started off with a pure, vanilla romance just to make you lower your guard, and then took a brutal turn toward depravity and the filthiest NTR, leaving readers with trauma and uncontrollable rage.
Him included.
Remembering it, he crushed the card in his hand, feeling a wave of hatred.
'Those three rapists... and the damn female owner of the hotel who helped them...' he thought with palpable bloodlust. 'I remember when I read that, I wished I could jump through the screen and slowly massacre them all.'
But now... now the screen didn't exist. This was reality and he had the chance to rewrite the ending.
While his mind hatched plans of revenge to "save" the MILF, he delivered a casual kick to the ribs of the Blonde lying unconscious and bleeding on the ground.
'Tsk. What a disappointment...' he thought looking at him.
In the original manga, the rapists were huge dark-skinned guys. This one here was just a pale-skinned Japanese delinquent with a frame that wasn't very big.
"..."
Kyōka crossed her arms instinctively, protecting her chest while watching the boy with narrowed eyes. Despite being grateful, she wasn't relaxed.
She replayed the scene in her mind. It was all... too perfect.
A high school student appearing out of nowhere in a deserted alley right at the exact second to save her? It seemed like something out of a script.
Was it a trap? A "hero saves the girl" type of setup to earn her trust and then take advantage of her?
But then, her gaze dropped to the ground.
She saw the stalker lying in a pool of blood that wouldn't stop growing. The back of his skull was literally caved in.
She swallowed hard. 'No...' She thought. 'No one goes that far for an act.'
That blow had been ruthless. If they were accomplices, he wouldn't have actually busted his head open.
That boy had really saved her...
While she was debating, Jin snapped out of his thoughts and flipped the card over, looking at the back with curiosity.
"Wow..."
He recognized the logo immediately. The same one he saw on the documents Mira brought home sometimes.
Looking up, a charming smile formed on his face.
"Excuse me, Miss Kyōka... can I call you that? You see, I know this logo. Do you happen to work with a woman named Mira?"
?
Kyōka blinked, confused by the change of subject.
"Mira? You mean Mira Tsubakihara?" She frowned slightly, trying to connect the dots. "Wait a moment... You wouldn't happen to be that boy she's always talking about? The one living with her?"
"The very same. I'm Jin."
Jin nodded naturally and took out his phone, unlocked the screen, and turned it around to show her a recent photo.
In the image, he and Mira were in the kitchen; she was feeding him by mouth with a maternal smile.
Kyōka brought a hand to her lips, which parted in surprise.
"Incredible! Is it really such a huge coincidence?"
Her shoulders relaxed completely.
The last trace of fear and suspicion evaporated from her chest.
Taking a step toward him, she invaded his personal space with a smooth and deliberate sway of her hips.
She got close to him and scanned him from top to bottom without any shame, with a gleaming gaze that mixed admiration with barely disguised envy.
She was looking at him like he was a prime cut of steak.
"No wonder Mira won't shut up about you..." she purred, biting her lower lip slightly. "She always says you're handsome, but seeing you in person... the truth is she fell short."
She let out a dramatic sigh, "Oh... that woman makes me so envious. In my house, it's just us women, you know? Sometimes I'd like to be like Mira and experience what it feels like to have a strong man behind me... supporting me and watching my back."
"..."
Jin listened to it all with a polite smile, but his eyes were busy with another matter since the height difference was totally working in his favor.
From his elevated position, he had a privileged VIP view that no other man had.
His gaze plummeted straight down inside her shirt.
It wasn't just cleavage, it was a deep ravine of soft, milky flesh, squeezed by a bra that could barely contain the pressure.
Her tits were so absurdly big and projected so far out that Jin realized a ridiculous detail: if he looked straight down, those tits completely blocked her view.
Literally, he couldn't see the woman's feet. Her own bust cast a shadow over her shoes.
With Mira's name breaking the ice, the tension vanished and they started chatting effortlessly.
Between jokes and subtle flirting, Jin found out why a high-level executive like her was stuck in a subway car full of perverts.
From what he gathered, Kyōka usually drove to work in her luxury car, isolated from the rabble. But luck had dealt her a bad hand: her car engine had died yesterday and it was in the shop.
She had no choice but to lower herself to using public transit for once. And, of course, with her luck, the first thing that happened was a degenerate tried to corner her.
"Miss Kyōka, listen closely. Next time something like this happens, don't try to play the hero. Call the police immediately... or better yet, call me."
He winked at her shamelessly and flexed his arm, showing off the bicep under his uniform sleeve.
"I'm an expert at taking out the trash."
"Fufufu~..."
Kyōka covered her mouth, trying to contain her laughter, but the effect on her body was simple physics.
Her laughter caused an earthquake. That pair of tits started bouncing violently, shaking up and down and crashing into each other with a gelatinous and hypnotic movement that left Jin speechless.
'What a strong and reliable boy...' she thought, watching him with a glint in her eyes while recovering from the laughter. 'That woman makes me so envious... It's a shame he's already Mira's. If he were mine... mmm, if he were mine I'd keep him very busy.'
She looked at her wristwatch with regret. She was running late for the office.
Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear with a flirtatious gesture, she leaned toward him again, gifting him another deep view of her cleavage.
"Really, thank you so much, Jin-kun. But I can't let this go like this. I want to invite you over this weekend to thank you properly."
She paused, and her eyes shone with a hidden matchmaker intent.
"I have two daughters, Yuka and Koharu. They're your age, so I'm sure you'll have a lot of... common ground. I'd love for you to meet them."
Before he could answer, she quickly added, "And don't worry about anything, I'll speak to Mira myself later to sort everything out."
Faced with such insistence, Jin accepted with a good boy smile, nodding his head.
But inside... 'The daughters? What the hell do I want the daughters for?' he thought, his gaze roaming over Kyōka's body. 'With all due respect, ma'am, but you are a thousand times better than any teenager. That body is a work of art!'
But realizing his thought he sighed…
'I guess hunting so many of these girlfriend-stealing "Blondes" has ended up affecting my brain... Now I'm the one who wants to steal someone's mother.'
While his mind plotted how to conquer the mother in front of the daughters, he unloaded his excess energy by delivering another couple of free kicks to the ribs of the stalker who was still lying on the ground.
Although, come to think of it...
The weekend already had that pending date with Miwa. And now this was added...
'Looks like I'm going to have a very busy weekend.'
Seeing that he accepted the invitation, Kyōka smiled happily.
"By the way, Jin-kun... stay still for a second."
She took another step, invading his space until her breasts almost grazed his abdomen.
"You have something in your hair. A leaf, I think. Lower your head a little."
"Huh?" Jin shook his hair with his hand. "Is it still there?"
"Yes, don't move. Lower your head, I'll help you."
"Okay..."
Jin obeyed and leaned toward her, letting her take control.
He felt a delicate hand caressing his head and those fingers played with his hair for an instant, but they didn't remove any leaf.
The next thing he felt was a gust of hot, scented air against his neck, followed by wet pressure on his cheek.
"Mwah~"
The sound of lips parting from his skin was unmistakably obscene.
"What...?"
Jin's eyes snapped open, surprised by the boldness.
But when he looked up, the MILF had already walked away. Kyōka was walking toward the alley exit with a light step, swaying her hips and letting out a mischievous giggle that echoed in the alley.
Jin pulled out his phone and activated the front camera.
He looked at his left cheek.
There, perfectly outlined on his skin, was a lip mark of a deep, bright red.
"What a bold woman..."
Good. As soon as Kyōka's silhouette disappeared, Jin's mask of humanity evaporated.
It was time to take out the trash.
Looking around, he scanned the alley.
He had to admit it: luck was fickle. Kyōka had chosen this place to hide, and it turned out to be a perfect blind spot. Not a single security camera, no prying windows.
It was a dark irony.
If he hadn't arrived in time, this isolation would have guaranteed that Kyōka was brutally raped and no one would have heard her screams.
'What a good decision I made coming today...' he thought, letting out a cold sigh.
But now, the tables had turned. The lack of witnesses meant no one was going to hear what was going to happen to the rapist.
He hooked the limp body with the toe of his shoe and flipped him onto his back and immediately his eyes locked onto the blonde's crotch... The root of all evil.
Without a second thought, he raised his leg and dropped his heel with the violence of a pile driver.
CRUNCH!
Even holding back his strength, his heel smashed through the flesh and crashed into the concrete, cracking the ground beneath the bastard's pelvis.
As for what was in between... the testicles and penis literally exploded under the pressure, turned into an unrecognizable paste of blood and mashed tissue.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!!!"
The torment was so absolute that it ripped the guy out of unconsciousness without anesthesia.
His eyes almost popped out of their sockets and his jaw unhinged in an animalistic scream, trying to process that he had just been castrated in the most brutal way possible.
"Shut your trap."
With a gesture of contempt, Jin shot a wave of mana straight at his throat, crushing his vocal cords.
The sound cut off instantly.
It was a pathetic sight. The blonde kept howling on mute, mouth gaping in an "O" of pure terror and neck veins about to burst from the effort, but he only managed to spit air and blood.
But the lesson was just beginning.
Jin planted the sole of his shoe on his right thigh, right in the center of the femur.
CRACK!
The strongest bone in the human body shattered like cheap glass. Bone splinters tore through muscle from the inside, making the blonde's body arch in a spasm of silent agony.
Jin didn't even blink. He repeated the process.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
It was quick work.
In seconds, he shattered all four of his limbs, leaving him a human wreck, a twisted, castrated doll writhing in a growing puddle of his own filth.
Soon, the convulsions stopped.
The combination of traumatic shock, blood loss, and unbearable pain was too much for his system.
His eyes glazed over, staring at nothing, and his last attempt to breathe was a gurgle.
He died alone, plunged into a hell of silent pain.
"..."
Jin looked at him with indifference.
He felt nothing doing this. This guy was a repeat rapist, and worst of all, he had seen his face and Kyōka's.
Leaving him alive meant risking future revenge or the police asking uncomfortable questions.
Without a ripple on his face, he walked toward the alley exit with his hands in his pockets.
Without stopping or turning his head, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.
FWOOSH
An intense blaze erupted behind him, engulfing the corpse and the pool of blood.
The purifying fire consumed flesh, bone, and any trace of DNA in a matter of seconds, turning the crime scene into a pile of ash and smoke.
It was the perfect image: the anti-hero walking in slow motion while the world burned behind him, too cool to look back at the explosion.
However, his moment of glory lasted exactly three seconds.
Jin pulled out his phone to check the time and his "killer" facade crumbled, replaced by the panic of a high school student.
"SHIT!"
His eyes went wide seeing the screen.
"I'm gonna be super late for class!"
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