As soon as he pushed the heavy metal door and stepped out onto the rooftop, the world stopped.
There she was...
Miwa was seated on one of the benches, with her back straight and an elegance that seemed out of place. She wasn't rigid, but relaxed, with her legs together in a way that highlighted the curve of her hips.
But it was the light that hit him.
The sun fell directly on her, creating a golden halo around her golden hair and bathing her beautiful body in a divine glow... With that soft smile on her face, she looked like a saint who had just descended to earth to forgive men's sins.
Wataru felt a knot in his throat.
"... Shirakawa-sensei"
Hearing his voice, Miwa gestured with her hand for him to come closer.
"Morishita-kun, come, come closer. How are you? Have things at home improved a little?"
"..." He didn't answer, just looked at her with that desperate intensity. Miwa, understanding instantly what was going through his head, let out a sigh, but not of annoyance, but of sadness.
"Oh, Wataru-kun... please, don't look at me like that. I thought we had already discussed this heart-to-heart."
"You are a wonderful boy, I really believe it. But right now you have to focus on yourself, on moving forward and building your future. What you feel for me... I know it looks like love, but it's just that you're going through a very difficult time and I've been there to listen to you. You're confusing gratitude and affection with something else. You are very young. Someday you'll find a girl your age who will love you like you deserve. I'm just your teacher."
'There it was again...'
Wataru felt how her words hit him like stomach acid. There was no contempt in her words, and that was the worst part.
There was compassion.
She didn't see him as a man. She didn't even see him as a threat. She saw him as a poor victim, a mistreated child who had to be comforted and given pats on the head.
That condescending tone, that damn pity in her voice...
In that instant, what little doubt he had left was incinerated.
If she wasn't capable of seeing him as a man the easy way, then he'd have to force her to see him as such the hard way.
He lowered his head abruptly, letting his bangs hide his gaze.
"Wataru-kun?" asked Miwa, tilting her head innocently, worried by his silence, "Are you okay?"
"Hehe... hehehe... hehehehe..." A chilling laugh suddenly came out of Wataru.
"Student Wataru, what do you think you are doing?"
Feeling a shiver run down her spine, Miwa stood up immediately, and the air around her began to swirl, forming a small cyclone.
As a teacher at Tokyo First High School, she wasn't a defenseless civilian, she was a Level 3 Mana User.
The Power Scale classified mutants from 1 to 9.
Levels 1 to 3 were the "Operative Class".
And crossing the barrier to Levels 4, 5, and 6... that was entering a totally different class. Territory of monsters and military geniuses.
Wataru jerked his head up abruptly. With the veins in his neck bulging and an expression of total insanity, he roared:
"HYPNOSIS!"
His finger pressed the screen and, instantly, an invisible shockwave exploded from the phone, swallowing the whole rooftop.
It wasn't a simple trick, the app had deployed a Distortion Field. An exclusion zone where the will of anyone trapped inside was nullified and subjected to his.
That was his ace up the sleeve.
That was the reason for his arrogance. In theory materializing a "Field" or a "Domain" was an impossible feat for someone lower than Level 4
But he had the App.
(From 1 to 3 are low rank users, from 4 to 6 are mid rank, from 7 to 9 are high rank)
Outside that invisible dome, the midday sun kept shining. But inside, in Wataru's reality, everything was stained a dead and suffocating gray, the same color his rotten soul now had.
Miwa's arms fell to her sides like dead weights, the light went out in her eyes, leaving an empty gaze, that of a doll.
Wataru let out a maniacal laugh.
SHE WAS HIS NOW.
He was going to break her... He was going to fuck her until her mind was so broken she couldn't live without him.
CRACK
The access door to the rooftop burst open violently, kicking up dust.
Amidst the cloud of dust, Jin walked in.
"Looks like the timing was perfect."
Wataru spun on his heels, with the adrenaline of victory turning into anger.
"Who the fuck are you? How did you get i..."
He didn't have time
Jin closed the distance explosively, while his fist impacted square in the center of Wataru's face.
Boom
Wataru's world flipped as an electric jolt of pain exploded in his brain, wiping out his vision in a white flash before sinking him into darkness.
The force of the impact was such that his feet lifted off the ground and he was sent flying backward, flying a couple of meters before his back crashed violently against the safety railing.
The phone, his precious source of power, slipped from his fingers.
It spun in the air in slow motion before smashing against the ground, bursting into a thousand pieces
With its destruction, the invisible dome dissolved.
The psychic link broke and Miwa, released all at once, lost consciousness. Her knees gave way and her body collapsed toward the cold ground.
But Jin reacted faster and lunged toward her and caught her before she hit the ground, wrapping a firm arm around her waist to press her against his chest.
He immediately felt the dead but incredibly soft weight of her body, the heat radiating from her skin, and that sweet scent of her perfume filled his nose.
And the view didn't disappoint either.
From that angle above, with her limp and pressed against him, gravity did its job with Miwa's cleavage.
The blouse gaped open enough to give Jin a panoramic view: a deep, sweaty valley between two massive breasts that rose and fell violently, trying to catch their breath.
"Ugh…"
Wataru groaned painfully, spitting out a clot of blood.
His face felt wrecked, like a truck had run over him.
His nose throbbed violently and he could feel the skin around his eyes swelling by the second, shutting down his field of vision.
The world was spinning and an unbearable high-pitched ringing drilled into his ears, silencing every other sound.
He grabbed the railing with shaking hands, forcing himself to stand up.
He shook his head desperately, trying to clear the black spots dancing in his vision to focus on reality.
And then he saw it.
When his sight finally cleared, the image in front of him made him forget the physical pain instantly.
Jin had her in his arms. That asshole was touching his Miwa. He was defiling what belonged to him.
"Get your fucking hands off her!" he screeched with a voice broken by hysteria and the blood dripping down his throat, "L-Let her go! Don't touch her! Get away from her!"
The blood vessels in his eyes burst, turning his gaze a demented red.
Incredulous at the spectacle, Jin shook his head.
'The total psycho is acting like the cuckolded husband whose wife is being stolen...'
If the kid wanted to feel like a victim, Jin would give him a real reason.
Without breaking eye contact with Wataru's red eyes, he tightened his grip on the unconscious teacher and then, buried his face deep in the sweaty valley between Miwa's large breasts.
He inhaled her scent shamelessly, rubbing his cheeks against the juicy, soft, hot, and forbidden flesh, marking territory in front of the loser who would never have her.
The sound that came out of Wataru's throat was a strangled shriek.
Seeing that... seeing how that stranger groped, smelled, and defiled his love, finally broke his brain.
He had never touched her.
NOT ONCE!
And this bastard was enjoying her as if she were his right under his nose!
"I'll kill you! I swear I'll kill you!"
Blind with jealousy, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the switchblade he had been saving for months for the day his father tried to beat him to death.
Click
The silver blade glinted in the sun with a sinister sound.
Channeling all the hate he felt into his legs. Mana exploded beneath his soles like a jet of compressed air that propelled him forward like a missile, with the blade aimed straight at Jin's jugular.
Miwa regained consciousness abruptly, her mind still clouded by the hypnosis.
Upon opening her eyes, reality hit her as she watched Wataru, his face deformed by madness, charging toward them with a switchblade in his hand.
"Watch out!" she screamed in panic.
"Shut up!" Jin ordered curtly, without even looking at her.
He waited until the last second and pivoted on his heels, letting Wataru's blade pass inches from his face and taking advantage of Wataru's blind momentum, he unleashed a brutal kick straight to the crotch.
Thud
Something soft broke under the tip of his shoe.
"Ah..."
Without even being able to scream, the air escaped Wataru's lungs in an agonized wheeze.
The switchblade fell to the ground and he collapsed to his knees, gasping like a fish out of water, hands clutching his crotch while his eyes rolled back from the pain.
Jin set Miwa down on the ground carefully, making sure she was stable, but without sparing her a glance, since all his attention was locked on the trash writhing at his feet.
He drew himself up to his full height, looking down at him with eyes devoid of any humanity.
With terrifying calm, he rotated his neck until the vertebrae cracked and then cracked the knuckles of his right hand, one by one, like a butcher sharpening his knives.
"P-Please..." Wataru whimpered, his face bathed in tears and snot, unable to process the pain, "D-Don't come any closer...!"
Forgetting the knife and his dignity, he started crawling backward toward the door, pathetically trying to flee.
But Jin had no intention of leaving loose ends.
Wataru had barely managed to crawl a meter when he closed the distance, planting himself in front of his only escape route and blocking the exit with his own shadow.
Wataru looked up, terrified, just in time to see the first blow.
Jin loaded up the punch from his hip and unleashed it straight into Wataru's solar plexus.
Boom
The impact not only knocked all the air out of his lungs again, but the brute force of the blow lifted his feet off the concrete, folding his body in half around Jin's fist.
But Jin didn't give him time to fall.
Before gravity did its job, Jin grabbed him by the shirt with one hand to keep him upright and began the demolition.
Boom Boom Boom
A flurry of short, fast, and brutal blows to the torso.
Left, right, to the liver, to the sternum.
The silence of the rooftop was broken by the wet, crunching sound of Wataru's ribcage giving way under the blows.
The ribs splintered one after another, piercing organs.
Wataru's face turned into an unrecognizable mask, a disgusting mix of snot, tears of pain, and a bloody foam bubbling from his broken mouth with each new blow.
He tried to scream, to beg for mercy, but only managed to emit a choked gurgle.
Boom
Jin finished the combination with a savage hook that sent the disjointed boy flying backward.
His back smashed against the safety railing with a crash.
Wataru's body bounced slightly, stayed standing for a second out of pure inertia, and then collapsed.
He slid slowly down the bars until he was sitting in a pool of his own blood, with his head hanging over his shattered chest.
His eyes remained open, staring at nothing.
His chest wasn't moving anymore... It was over.
"..."
Jin observed the dead man without much fluctuation.
Of course he had no remorse. The moment that imbecile raised the switchblade, he stopped being a student and became a killer.
Besides, a sexual predator with a mind control app doesn't deserve a fair trial, nor a padded cell in a state prison where they give him three meals a day.
A guy like that is a cancer.
Turning around he wiped his knuckles on his pants, ready to check if the teacher was still in shock.
But he didn't even have time to open his mouth.
A soft body crashed into him.
Miwa threw herself onto his chest with such force that she almost knocked the wind out of him. Jin felt with total clarity how that pair of tits mashed violently against his abdomen, deforming and molding to his muscles as if they wanted to merge with him.
She hugged him with desperation, burying her face in his chest, completely oblivious to how obscene the contact was.
"Jin-kun..." she gasped against his skin, trembling, while her curves rubbed against him with every agitated breath, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
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