"Come on, brother! You're so slow!" Haruka called out, her voice impatient as she stood outside her brother's room, tapping her foot.
She wore a short, soft pink dress adorned with cute strawberry patterns, the fabric swishing lightly as she moved.
A red ribbon tied her long, white hair back neatly, adding a touch of elegance to her playful look.
Haruka had dressed up deliberately, hoping to hear some praise from her brother.
"Just a minute," Haruto replied, fastening the last button of his blue shirt.
As he moved closer to the bed, he glanced at Chiyo. She was still a mess, covered in his semen, her body trembling in the afterglow of their long afternoon of sex.
Her prone form was limp, her eyes closed as soft whimpers escaped her lips, lost in pleasure.
Leaning down, Haruto smirked and whispered, "I'm heading out. Don't let anyone know you're here, or what a slut you are, Mother." His voice dripped with satisfaction.
Chiyo only whimpered in response, her exhausted body unable to muster more.
Haruto's grin widened as he observed her, proud of his work. Not only had her seduction status maxed out, but her seduction resistance had dropped to zero—she wouldn't be able to reject him, no matter what.
"Brother!" Haruka banged on the door, the impatience in her voice growing.
Haruto sighed but couldn't help the small smile tugging at his lips. Haruka's need for his attention was something he found amusing and cute.
"I'm coming," he called, moving toward the door.
As he opened it, Haruka pouted, her arms crossed. "What's taking so long? What were you doing in there?"
She tried to peek past him into the room, but the dim lighting kept her from seeing anything.
"Nothing much. Just listening to music and reading," Haruto replied casually, stepping out and pulling the door shut behind him, as if nothing had happened.
"Hmph, I see. Let's go then!" Haruka's smile returned quickly as she latched onto his arm, her earlier frustration forgotten.
The Hayase siblings descended the stairs together, only to be greeted by a young girl sitting in the living room, her short black hair framing her face as she sipped from a glass.
The drink in her hand was a Piña Colada, and Haruto's sharp eyes noticed a small bottle, still upside down in the glass, which raised his suspicions.
"Is that alcohol in your drink?" Haruto asked firmly, his gaze narrowing as he stopped in front of her.
The girl froze, looking momentarily panicked before she tried to play it cool. "You saw nothing," she muttered, turning back to the TV with a shrug.
Haruto sighed, his suspicion confirmed. Beside him, Haruka didn't seem to care, her expression indifferent.
The girl was Ichigo Miyamura, Enji's little sister, a second-year junior high student—just a year younger than Haruka.
"Yep! Senior Nakamura," Arataki said, approaching him with an easy high five, before bowing slightly to the other man. "And Senior Kikuchi."
Kikuchi barely acknowledged the gesture, his cold blue eyes sizing Haruto up. "You can drive, right?" he asked, his voice crisp, as if he didn't want to waste a single extra word.
Haruto nodded, though the knot in his stomach tightened. He knew he was supposed to be a courier, but the contents of that bag suddenly felt far more suspicious. But he knew for sure that it was something illegal.
"Good." Kikuchi grabbed the bag and handed it to Haruto. It was heavy, its weight dragging Haruto's arm down.
"Deliver this safely. Enji will give you the address. Don't screw this up, understand?"
Haruto stared at the bag, then at Kikuchi. "Is this... drugs?"
Nakamura chuckled darkly. "Nobody told you?"
Haruto shot a glance at Enji, who merely shrugged, his expression unreadable.
Kikuchi sighed in annoyance, tapping Haruto's arm. "Worst case, you end up in jail. But you'll be fine. Good luck." His words were curt, but there was a cold finality in his tone.
Haruto stood frozen, the realization sinking in. His suspicions were right—the gang was involved in something far worse than he'd imagined. His fingers tightened around the bag's handle, doubt gnawing at him.
'Drugs?! Seriously?! Isn't that yakuza territory? I thought Enji's gang was just a normal school gang!'
Haruto's mind raced as he considered his next move. The weight of the bag in his hand felt heavier now, a symbol of the line he was about to cross
Sure, he wanted revenge—revenge on everyone who had made Haruka's life hell—but was getting tangled up in this mess really the way to do it?
'Is this even worth it?'
He paused, doubt creeping in. But then his thoughts shifted, darker and more resolute.
'Wait... why am I hesitating? I'm planning to kill Daiki anyway. What's one more step into this mess?'
His decision settled like stone in his gut. If Enji's gang was involved in something this deep, then their influence ran far beyond the schoolyard scuffles he had imagined. This was bigger—far bigger. And if he played his cards right, this could work to his advantage.
'I might find powerful allies.'
With that, his path was clear. There was no turning back.
"Getting cold feet?" Enji's voice cut through his thoughts. "It's not too late to back out, you know."
Haruto's eyes narrowed at his friend. Enji's casual attitude and the setup finally clicked in his mind. This wasn't just some routine job—they were testing him, seeing if he had the guts.
'He doesn't want me to join the gang,' Haruto realized. The thought sent a wave of defiance through him, his blood boiling.
"No," Haruto said, his voice firm. "I'm not backing out. Give me the keys."