Meanwhile, in a building named St. Hana Affiliated Hospital.
In a solitary, isolated room, the door of which was locked from the outside, there was only one bed, but the room was empty. It was so quiet that only the sound of the wind rattling the curtains could be heard.
The white blanket was carelessly discarded on the floor, soiled with much dust. However, the pristine white sheet still bore a distinct, dark, wide outline. The still-wet stain seemed to indicate that someone had been lying there earlier. Although the outline looked murky, one could vaguely guess that it was left by a fat man.
Yoshihiro Shimoda was currently walking on the street. His obese body was still clad in the convenience store uniform, though the white and yellow substances had been cleaned off. Still, a few faint traces of light-colored blood were vaguely visible—the remnants of the blow to his groin.
A normal man suffering a fatal blow to the groin with brute force would need at least half a month of recuperation. Yoshihiro Shimoda should have been no exception. But when he woke up the day before yesterday, the doctor informed him that he would be completely impotent for the rest of his life. At that moment, his heart died.
Before starting his part-time job, he was a genuine otaku. His favorite thing was to empty his clip while looking at beautiful girls in JK uniforms. It seemed this was the only way he could forget he was a useless person. But now, his only outlet for release was gone. How could he not feel utterly disheartened?
Even now, as he recalled the doctor's words, his beady eyes instantly became bloodshot, looking like a vicious bandit.
Yoshihiro Shimoda remembered lying in the hospital in a daze for several days until he slowly woke up the day before yesterday. Before even opening his eyes, he could clearly sense the weakness and abnormality in his body, especially the deadly silence where his little brother used to be lively whenever he woke up. Listening to the doctors and nurses standing around his bed, sighing with pity.
A bad premonition arose in his heart. Sure enough, the next moment. The doctor first politely inquired about his well-being, then spoke words that pronounced the death sentence of his little brother. He heard the doctor say they had done their best. Before he could react, he heard the doctor say they regretted it, but he must bear the grief, because both were lost, both had burst.
Yoshihiro Shimoda strained his eyes, stared blankly for a moment, and then looked down at the location of his little brother's demise. He murmured to himself, Just gone? My life source just vanished?
Why did this happen?!
Without his brother by his side, without it for release, what was the point of living? The world might be beautiful, but without it, life held no meaning whatsoever. Because of his physical weakness, he couldn't move his body, only his hands trembled. A few tears burst from his eyes, pooled, and soaked his pillow. A young man in his twenties was now crying like an underage child.
Even though he was admitted to a hospital room, he was still a criminal, so he was held in solitary confinement. St. Hana Affiliated Hospital also arranged for a female nurse to look after him. She was an exceptionally beautiful nurse with short, purple, bobbed hair, though her expression was fierce, unlike the usual gentle nurses. But in his distressed mental state, Yoshihiro Shimoda was firmly attracted to her the moment he saw her. All thoughts of beautiful JK uniform girls were thrown out of his mind. Beauty justifies everything. If someone is pretty enough, they can turn a straight man gay.
Upon seeing Nurse Kurokawa, he realized his desire was still very much present. His body was filled with evil, longing for a thorough release.
But... that thing was crippled, permanently beyond cure, completely dysfunctional. And all this pain was brought upon him by Ho Fei-yu, by Shiori Fuyutsuki, by Yui Nakaizumi. It was caused by his own sister, Mao Nakaizumi!
If Ho Fei-yu hadn't ruined his plan, he would have been having an impart right now, enjoying two youthful, beautiful JK girls to the fullest! If Shiori Fuyutsuki and Yui Nakaizumi hadn't come to work at his convenience store, he wouldn't have harbored malicious thoughts, and naturally wouldn't have been caught by Ho Fei-yu and gotten busted! If his so-called good sister hadn't refused to continue supporting him and randomly found him a job, he would be tucked away in his own tender paradise, living a good life of eating and then sleeping, sleeping and then eating. Therefore, the culprit behind all this was his good sister, Mao Nakaizumi!
Lying on the hospital bed, Yoshihiro Shimoda's contorted face was terrifying. His usually slightly narrowed eyes were bulging wide, burning with the eerie fire of hatred. His chest rose and fell erratically. He now looked like a ghost from the depths of the abyss and a volcano on the verge of eruption.
He wanted to move. He wanted revenge.
This bone-deep hatred drove him mad! This state persisted until this afternoon, when it seemed to reach its peak. He constantly prayed in his heart to be able to move, to seek revenge, to become a man again. Perhaps his sincerity moved a deity. Yoshihiro Shimoda felt a warmth spread through his body, like soaking in a hot spring. Slowly, his weak body started to recover.
A few seconds passed. Yoshihiro Shimoda miraculously got out of the hospital bed, tossing the blanket onto the floor. He took off the hospital gown and put on his clean convenience store uniform. He would carry out his revenge wearing these clothes!
He crept to the door and gently pushed it, finding it locked. Over the past day or two, he had observed one or two police officers on duty outside supervising him, apparently equipped with weapons. He didn't dare to force his way out, even though he now felt strong and completely free of his previous weakness.
The deity must have known my tragic experience and taken pity on me. Since the deity was on his side, Yoshihiro Shimoda's resolve for revenge grew even stronger.
He went to the window, opened it, and a cold wind blew through. Yoshihiro Shimoda shivered but quickly recovered, as he was now a revenger, feeling as if endless flames were burning inside him.
He stuck his head out the window. It was about 15 meters above the ground. Driven by some unknown courage, he jumped down. A normal person jumping from a height of 15 meters would likely be disabled, even if they survived, let alone the 200+ pound Yoshihiro Shimoda, who should have been smashed into a pulp. But the expected did not happen. Yoshihiro Shimoda merely sprawled on the ground, his body twitching a few times. After a minute or two, he stood up again. Disbelief first flashed across his greasy, plump face, followed by excitement, and finally, a cruel smile.
This is the power of revenge the deity granted me!!!
But there's no such thing as a free lunch. Yoshihiro Shimoda cautiously fled the hospital. When his obese head was inadvertently illuminated by the light, several strands of white hair were visible. It was unclear if this was due to the lighting or some other reason.
Along the way, he saw beautiful women on the street. Even though his body had recovered, some things could not be restored. A sense of powerlessness spread through his heart, making Yoshihiro Shimoda feel physically miserable and intensifying his anger and hatred towards Ho Fei-yu and the three girls.