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Already half full from eating, going home to eat again today would be overeating; better to hold back a bit. If she doesn't explain what's going on this time and just makes me starve for no reason, I won't let her off.
This time Masha didn't make her wait long. After a while, there was a click sound as the door lock turned. Alya was overjoyed and looked toward the door.
Just this one glance, Alya frowned.
The person who came in was not the sister she expected, but someone who instinctively made her feel disgusted. The visitor was plain-looking, even somewhat ugly. The common short and chubby build would be one thing, but more so, the person was covered in sweat, the uniform was messy, the shirt inside was just carelessly stuffed into the pants, and the lower body was conspicuously swollen. Alya looked once, then disgustedly turned away, unwilling to look again.
It's bad enough that they don't look good, but this sloppiness is just outrageous. Especially for someone who demands perfection and even has a bit of cleanliness obsession and OCD, this scruffy, smelly fat person completely hit her trigger and just irritated her.
Tsk, and that's not all... Why is it that this person, no matter how I look at them, just rubs me the wrong way?
Also, there's a kind of inexplicable... dislike, or rather, familiarity...
"Who are you?" Alya suppressed her displeasure, coldly questioning this uninvited guest. "I don't think we know each other, right? If you have nothing to do, please leave; this activity room is in use."
"Don't know each other... huh?"
The fat man gave a strange laugh, a voice that made Alya even more annoyed. That unabashed, greedy, hungry look—it had been so long since she'd seen something like that. It was just like when she occasionally walked down some secluded alleys and saw those shady guys looking at her like that...
"That's okay, we'll get to know each other soon enough." He said with a cheeky smile, acting shamelessly familiar. "Masha will be here soon. As for me... didn't she tell you about me?"
Alya's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Calling the sister "Masha" — that's a nickname used between friends. Though some thick-skinned people might use it, the implication behind this disgusting fat guy's words was clearly that his relationship with Masha was more than ordinary, at least not some casual acquaintance.
But she didn't know such a person at all... that was strange.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Don't get it yet? That's fine, you'll understand soon. Oh, by the way, you have a new message. Want to check it?"
Prompted by him, Alya looked down and found her phone lit up with an unknown message.
[from: Mom]
[Even if it's not your own family, remember to maintain the reputation of the Jiutiao family. Rare chance to stay at a friend's house, have fun with Masha~ Ali~]
Alya's pupils suddenly shrank.
Stay at a friend's house? Since when...
Click!
The sound of the activity room door locking made Alya, whose nerves were tense to the limit, suddenly stand up. The tea in her cup spilled, the wine-red liquid flowing everywhere. But Alya had no time to care about the mess; she took a defensive stance, staring fixedly at the man before her.
"Y-you, who exactly are you! What do you want?!"
"Ah, don't, don't be like that, Ali, calm down, calm down, if you really hit me I won't be able to handle you!"
The fat man immediately backed away several steps, waving his hands repeatedly, cold sweat streaming down his forehead. Though it was embarrassing to say, no matter before or now, he couldn't overpower Alya. Girls develop earlier than boys, and stronger physically as kids, so it's normal for her to dominate him. Now, after nights of revelry and indulgence, he had no physical advantage at all. Apart from being confident in sexual matters unmatched by any woman, in everything else, he was a mess—if he got desperate, the little girl might really beat him to death...
"Seriously, didn't Masha say everything was ready and I just needed to come over? Yet she's messing with me; I still have to do it myself..."
The fat man muttered something, ignoring the guarded Alya, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it.
"We're old acquaintances, after all, why be so serious? Just came to catch up with you two sisters. Didn't expect your reaction, Ali, to be completely different from Masha's."
"Old acquaintances? Catching up?" Alya was utterly confused. This fat guy acted like he knew both her and her sister well, but she couldn't recall ever meeting such a person. Yet his words made her frown, suppressing disgust as she looked him over. The weird feeling of déjà vu grew stronger. "Now that you mention it, maybe... hiss, but I can't remember..."
"Well, that makes sense, unlike with Masha, you didn't hang out with me back then. We only met once at night when you were so young; you probably don't remember me."
The fat man scrolled through a photo album as he responded quickly.
"But I thought you still remembered that matter. Turns out you forgot completely, really disappointing. You even called me 'darling' back then."
"Darling?" That word seemed to evoke some unpleasant memories. Alya covered her head, looking pained. Indeed, she had such a memory but why, why, just seeing this person and hearing that word, made her want to vomit, feel disgusted, even afraid.
"Who exactly are you...?"
"Ah! Found it!"
The fat man's big face broke into an excited smile. Turning his phone around, he looked triumphant as if victorious. Alya barely opened her eyes and saw that the screen showed a bruised, crying-and-smiling blond girl, her body immature, belly swollen, being miserably raped by a boy behind her...
"Uaaaahhhhhhhhhh—!"
The piercing scream shattered the silence. It took Alya a moment to realize this sound came from her own throat. She covered her mouth and looked at the man holding the photo, stepping closer like a debt collector or a grim reaper, with a disgusting yet hungry smile on his face.
"Th-that is... Masha... uaaaahhhhhhh!!"
"See, don't you remember it well? I thought you forgot, darling Alya." The lecherous fat man, closing in on the breaking proud princess Hirano Tomo, pointed at the screen, as if about to swipe to the next photo. "You're our child, me and Masha's beloved 'daughter.' Remember? Didn't you take pictures of Masha's first time for us?"
"I-I didn't... didn't... get away, don't... don't..."
"Huh? Already forgotten? After all, you weren't with Masha day and night, it was just a bit of 'education.' It's normal to forget." Hirano was disappointed as he swiped to the last picture. "But do you remember this? Ali, you and Masha together, using your feet to help me..."
"Noooo aaahhhhhhh—!"
The icy beauty with white hair and blue eyes completely collapsed, tears flowing uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. Her long, slender, white silk-clad legs trembled slightly; she lacked the strength to resist, didn't even dare to escape, just watching him approach, grab her wrist, and open the defensive posture she'd crossed over her chest, revealing her fully unreserved, fresh, plump body.
"You clearly remember, don't you?" He showed a greedy smile, eyes licking her body. "Do you know who I am?"
Tears dripped from her pointed chin, mixing with the fresh red liquid.
Of course she remembered. How could she forget? This nightmare that plagued her entire childhood, memories she had thrown aside deep in a corner.