Could it be that her pure body was really going to be defiled here today by this disgusting man?
No, she would rather die than submit to a man like Yoshizawa Takeo.
Miyuri clenched the utility knife hidden in her pocket; at this moment her heart was full of helplessness and emptiness, and a thread of despair.
As if sensing the void in Miyuri's heart, Yoshizawa Takeo walked closer and laughed as he said, "Miss Miyuri, those two brothers are heartless and unfaithful men. Only I, Yoshizawa Takeo, truly care for you and like you the most."
"Only I, Yoshizawa Takeo, can fill the emptiness in your heart and satisfy your needs. Trust me, no one is better than me in that department."
Just as Yoshizawa Takeo brimmed with confidence, convinced that this lonely, beautiful married woman could not resist his advances, he suddenly saw the corner of Miyuri's mouth lift slightly, revealing a smile that made him feel deeply uneasy.
Seeing Takeo press closer, the previously dazed Miyuri suddenly laughed and said, "Yoshizawa Takeo, you talk yourself up so much. So, are you more impressive than Hikari-kun?"
"I remember it was right here today that Hikari-kun taught you a lesson. You were beaten until you knelt and begged for mercy, like a dog, right?"
At the mention of the name Hikari, Takeo's body involuntarily trembled.
But looking at Miyuri's alluring face, he ground his teeth and said, "What do you know! I was ambushed by that Hikari fellow, otherwise that snotty blond brat couldn't beat me!"
"If he dares show up again, just you wait—"
Takeo's words were cut off mid-sentence, as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat.
Under the faint moonlight, a tall figure was slowly stepping out.
And that handsome face belonged to the very person who had just beaten him up this afternoon, the protagonist of Takeo's words: Hikari.
"Blond brat? Yoshizawa Takeo, you're the blond one, aren't you? And what do you want to do to me? Say it."
"Huh? Weren't you just hoping I'd show up? Now that I have, why are you silent?"
Hikari watched Takeo fall into silence; the lecher's face went pale and flushed by turns, and Hikari spoke with a half-smile.
"Hikari-kun!", The woman who had been despairing to the point of contemplating death, Miyuri, called out joyfully.
After the earlier threat from Yoshizawa Takeo this afternoon, Miyuri had grown more cautious.
And having been infected by Hikari's confident strength, she had actually slipped a utility knife into her pocket before going out tonight.
She didn't expect to hurt anyone, but she had already decided. If Takeo tried to vi*late her, she would choose suic*de rather than be defil*d by such a man.
What surprised Miyuri was that Hikari, whom she had thought had already gone home, had reappeared here.
Bathed in moonlight and wearing a slight smile, Miyuri vaguely realized that this young man was no longer the little boy who used to trail behind her.
He was a man who could stand on his own, who could give her infinite warmth and a sense of security.
Facing the blond Takeo without flinching, Hikari was like a war god.
Miyuri's beautiful eyes fixed tightly on Hikari; the emptiness inside her seemed to be filled.
A warmth rose through her chilled body.
Takeo, who had earlier been spouting big talk, now trembled, teeth chattering and lips shaking, unable to utter a word to Hikari.
"What's wrong, Takeo-kun? Didn't you have something to say to me? Why can't you speak now?", Hikari stepped in front of Takeo, patted his cheek, and asked with a smile.
Though Hikari's hand applied no force, Takeo seemed crushed by a mountain and suddenly fell to his knees.
He knelt before Hikari and cried, begging for mercy, "Hikari-kun, I didn't mean it! I just happened to be passing by, please don't misunderstand."
"You haven't even said anything yet, are you worried I'll misunderstand?", Hikari smiled at the kneeling, pathetic Takeo.
"I'm afraid you'll misunderstand. After being beaten so badly by you today…I'm really scared of you!"
Halfway through his crying, Takeo suddenly shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a sharp fruit knife, stabbing toward Hikari.
"Die!"
"Careful!", Miyuri, who also had a utility knife hidden in her pocket, sensed something when she saw Takeo's move and shouted a warning to Hikari.
But Hikari's reaction was actually faster than Miyuri's.
With his current eyesight, all of Takeo's movements were in slow motion, slower than watching a video at 0.1x speed.
The moment Takeo drew the knife, Hikari's toe flicked out first, striking his hand and sending the knife flying several meters away.
Before the scheming grin on Takeo's face could react, Hikari delivered another kick and knocked him to the ground.
Then Hikari, tired of listening to the blond's pleas, used the high-top, studded-soled boots he'd put on specially today to stomp hard on Takeo's crotch.
"Ah!"
"Ahh! Ahh!"
"I was wrong, Ahh!!"
"Spare me, Ahh!!"
With each stomp, Takeo emitted a heart-rending scream; the sharp cries frightened the small animals in the woods, which scattered in a rustle.
Hikari stomped the scum that was Takeo for a good thirty seconds straight.
About a hundred stomps later, he slowly pulled his blood-stained boot back.
Takeo's face was ghostly pale, eyes shut tight, agony across his face, apparently he had fainted.
His crotch was smeared with ugly yellow-and-red fluids.
Seeing that it was about enough, Hikari picked up a solid stone about the size of a basketball from the ground.
He lightly tossed it at Takeo's crotch.
A precise hit.
"AWOOO!"
The semi-conscious Takeo seemed to realize he was utterly ruined; he suddenly opened his eyes and gave a mournful cry, then fainted again.
Hikari clapped his hands and wiped his boots on the grass.
He turned to the stunned Miyuri and smiled, asking, "Auntie Miyuri, what's wrong? Scared?"
Miyuri blinked, not expecting Hikari to talk to her; she quickly shook her head and said, "At first I was a little scared watching your moves, but Auntie quickly figured it out, you did that to avenge me."
"That Yoshizawa Takeo is a complete villain; you punished him perfectly. Auntie fully supports you."
Hearing Miyuri's words actually surprised Hikari, who had been preparing to comfort her.
'Wow, Miyuri takes it so well.'
He'd thought this delicate auntie couldn't stand such a bloody scene.
It seemed Yoshizawa Takeo really deserved universal hatred.
Maybe that was partly why Akito had run off in fright earlier today.
At this moment Auntie Miyuri seemed a little…darkened.
Miyuri suddenly said, "By the way, Hikari-kun, I want revenge too. But my body doesn't want to touch that disgusting man. Um, could I throw a stone at him too?"
Hikari sized up the pale, tender beauty and nodded, "If you want to, Auntie, that's fine."
He found a stone about half a basketball in size for Miyuri.
"Come on," Hikari signaled.
Miyuri bent down, but found she couldn't lift the stone.
She turned and looked at Hikari pitifully, "Hikari-kun, help Auntie."
Hikari sighed, came up behind Miyuri, nearly pressed against her smooth jade back, then reached out and took her two pale, soft hands and helped lift the stone that felt feather-light to him.
"One, two, three, throw!"
Under Hikari's command, the stone flew easily into Takeo's crotch.
"Ow!"
The faintly conscious Takeo wailed again, a bit more subdued than before, but still in agony, and passed out once more.
"Yay! With Hikari-kun's help, Auntie successfully threw it!"
Miyuri jumped excitedly, forgetting that Hikari was still pressed against her back.
Hikari's body rubbed against Miyuri's denim shorts several times.
"S-Sorry! Auntie got carried away…"
Miyuri sensed something fierce and scary stirring slowly behind her and blushed as she apologized.
"No problem."
Hikari waved his hand to ease her embarrassment.
"Um…Hikari-kun, let's go back now."
Miyuri's adrenaline faded, her blood heat cooling; looking at the half-dead Takeo lying in the quiet woods, she grew a bit timid.
After all, Takeo, despite being worthless, was the son of the director of the hospital where she worked; if something really happened it would cause trouble.
Hikari glanced at Takeo, who was half-dead but whose chest was still breathing, and said, "Auntie Miyuri, you go back first. I'll take this guy to the hospital and then come back to find you."
"After this lesson, he definitely won't dare bother you again."
Hearing Hikari, Miyuri looked at him with concern, "Hikari-kun, you're going alone…are you okay?"
Hikari said, "I'm fine. I am enough. You staying here will only get in the way. Besides, you must be tired. Go rest first; I'll come back when I've settled this."
Miyuri nodded and agreed, "Alright, I'll go back first. Hikari-kun, you be careful, thank you so much today!"
"When you come back, Auntie…Auntie will thank you properly!"
Saying that, she glanced once at Hikari's handsome, slightly youthful face, blushed, and quickly ran off.
Hikari watched Miyuri leave, then dragged the half-dead Takeo deeper into the woods.
They came to a more desolate, clearly seldom-visited part of the dense forest; Hikari dumped Takeo on the ground.
He gave the unconscious Takeo a bit of a nutritional drink to help his weak body recover somewhat.
Then Hikari snapped his fingers.
Snap!
"Come out, Four Legendary Gays."
"Dun~ Dun~ Dun~ Dun~ Dun~ YOUNG MAN!"
In the silent, dense woods a burst of loud music suddenly played, like an old Western song that occasionally comes on the radio.
At the same time, four tall, strong silhouettes appeared before Hikari.
Wearing very little cloth, the Four Legendary Gays gradually surrounded the scrawny, chick-like Takeo.
Sensing those lecherous eyes staring, the previously unconscious Takeo gradually regained consciousness.
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