The eight men had fully committed, their tightening circle turning the serene campsite into a pit of pure malice. Lantern light flickered across their leering faces, highlighting every scar, every rotten tooth, as their filthy comments polluted the night air.
"Bet that tight little Yuko squeals real nice when we stretch her out," one snarled. "Fuck the mother first—Oka-san looks like she's got experience. We'll break her in front of the girls," another laughed.
From inside the tent, Kasumi's voice shook with fear. "Jack… Yuko… please be careful! Don't let them hurt you!"
Yuko stood like a coiled spring, knuckles white, body trembling with suppressed rage.
The leader stepped forward, bat swinging lazily. "Scared now, pretty boy? Don't worry. We'll let you watch every second while we fuck your women senseless. Oka-san, Yuko, Haruna—we'll ruin all three and make you thank us for it."
That was it.
