It was around six in the evening.
Sparse gusts of cool wind blew across the streets, adding a hint of autumn's freshness to the hot summer. Many girls wearing short skirts had their hair disheveled by the sudden cold wind, and their skirts were also lifted, exposing tempting views.
Taking advantage of such favorable conditions, Yoshihiro Shimoda stopped. His beady eyes stared at the beautiful women adjusting their dresses. Their occasional flashes of skin made him dizzy with lust. He yearned to force himself upon them and taste their beauty, especially those wearing black or white stockings, which made his eyes dart about incessantly.
Desire piled up wildly in his obese body. Yoshihiro Shimoda instinctively wanted to walk into a street corner under the cover of night and empty his clip once. Subconsciously, he reached down. The empty feeling made him freeze. He kept searching stubbornly until his fingers finally met something—nothing but a thin, elongated golden mushroom.
Dumbfounded, bewildered, and in pain, his emotions finally coalesced into rage. The fleeting sight of beauty had made Yoshihiro Shimoda forget his desire for revenge, but after the beauty faded, the profound hatred returned. At this moment, he was like a balloon that could only take in, with hatred and desire ceaselessly growing within his body. He desperately needed an outlet.
Yoshihiro Shimoda didn't dare look at beautiful women anymore. He was afraid he would explode if he looked any longer!!!
Undoubtedly, the resulting pain was no less than the blow that crippled him. As an otaku, this was his only hobby, and having it taken away left him utterly hollowed out.
Yoshihiro Shimoda decided that he would not only get revenge on Ho Fei-yu but also punish those two JK girls severely right in front of him. Although he couldn't get it up, he still had two hands and a mouth.
Yoshihiro Shimoda had watched plenty of adult films. He hadn't mastered everything, but he knew the ins and outs. He had also practiced the finger and hand techniques on anatomically correct toys. And if all else failed...
Yoshihiro Shimoda suddenly thought of something. A bone-chilling smile spread across his greasy face, and evil glints sparked in his eyes. Guided by instinct, he walked toward the area known for adult entertainment. Along the way, he forced himself to look at the ground or stare straight ahead, desperately controlling his desire. Finally, he found what he was looking for.
An un-manned adult goods store.
Yoshihiro Shimoda looked left and right. Seeing no one paying attention, he walked inside. The dazzling array of products made him dizzy, but he finally found a few useful items. He felt his pants pocket, pulling out a few coins worth dozens of Yen. He glanced at the price tags, realizing the items were beyond his budget. Feeling dejected, he was about to turn and leave, but then remembered: he was invincible now. Why should he pay for things?
Free shopping!!!
"Bang!"
Yoshihiro Shimoda felt the thickness of the glass, raised his hand, and punched it. As expected, a gap was made in the glass. It shattered and scattered everywhere.
He looked at his red, plump hand. Although there were many shards embedded in his flesh, the wounds soon healed as the flesh squirmed, pushing the embedded glass out. His hand was as good as new.
Though the jump from the building had already confirmed the unusual nature of his body, witnessing it again filled him with inexpressible excitement. It felt as if he had transcended the bounds of humanity. Yoshihiro Shimoda recalled the anime and manga he had watched. It was similar to a vampire: super-healing and terrifying strength, but without the vampire's bloodlust.
Could it be...
"I... I'm not human anymore!"
"Hahaha!"
Yoshihiro Shimoda closed his eyes, covering his face with his hands, tilting his head back, and laughing maniacally. He never expected that his misfortune had turned into a blessing, transforming him into a legendary creature. He even wanted to try the feeling of a bullet hitting him right now.
How lonely it is to be invincible.
Yoshihiro Shimoda's wild laughter continued. He didn't notice the crowd of onlookers gathering outside the store. They watched Yoshihiro Shimoda holding a long, knobby implement while laughing loudly, universally thinking the word pervert. They wondered, Are perverts this blatant and loud now?
After a few minutes of laughter, Yoshihiro Shimoda finally calmed down. He noticed the onlookers. If he were his old self, he would have shamefully scurried away, but now was different. He was no longer human; he was stronger than these ants.
Yoshihiro Shimoda walked out with his tools, head held high, ignoring them. The onlookers, seeing the pervert walking towards them, quickly cleared a path, afraid of being contaminated by the pervert's aura and assimilated. But in Yoshihiro Shimoda's eyes, they were respectfully making way for him, like commoners spontaneously bowing during the procession of a feudal lord. He felt filled with imposing power.
Fiddling with the tools in his hand, his heart felt empty, as if he had forgotten something. Yoshihiro Shimoda pondered for a moment before realizing that these were for punishing the two JK girls, not for punishing his sister.
As the prime culprit, Mao Nakaizumi deserved the most special form of punishment!
"Hehe." Seemingly thinking of something, Yoshihiro Shimoda let out a low, chilling, sinister laugh. He continued walking down the street until he reached a corner where he stopped.
He looked into the alley. The streetlights, which should have been white, strangely emitted an ambiguous pink glow. After a moment's hesitation, Yoshihiro Shimoda walked inside. The few hundred meters quickly came to an end, but there were no succubus-like streetwalkers as the legends suggested, only a wall standing there.
Yoshihiro Shimoda felt the surface of the wall, exploring it. Relying on his ancient memories from his first visit during middle school, he finally found the anomaly: a wooden panel the size of a tablet computer suddenly appeared in the wall. The differing textures instantly gave it away.
"Big treasure, big treasure." Yoshihiro Shimoda quickly knocked three times with his hand, then slowly knocked three times, and finally whispered, "One bottle of Fairy Water."
After Yoshihiro Shimoda did this, he waited a few minutes. Just as he thought the place had vanished and was about to leave, a clang sound brought him back from disappointment to joy.
"Customer, what would you like?" A hoarse voice came from where the wooden panel had been. Even though the panel was open, it was still pitch dark. But Yoshihiro Shimoda had already been through this and was not overly surprised.
"One bottle of Fairy Water." Yoshihiro Shimoda directly stated his purpose for being there.
He remembered browsing a local erotic website in middle school and unintentionally learned about this place from a comment on a video posted by a netizen. Driven by curiosity, he used the special secret code and successfully obtained a bottle of what he called "Fairy Water." Once sprayed on a target and successfully scored, that person would hopelessly fall in love with the person who used the potion. It was precisely because of this item that he developed the urge to defile a female classmate, but due to his clumsy approach, he was caught by another student and ended up in a juvenile reformatory.
He planned to use this on Mao Nakaizumi.