C527As Hannah rang the doorbell, we heard footsteps approaching from inside the apartment. The door creaked open slightly, revealing Yuko standing in the doorway.
She was dressed in a tight, low-cut top that hugged her curves, revealing a hint of cleavage, and a pair of skin-tight blue jeans that accentuated her figure, the fabric clinging to her skin and highlighting her toned legs. Her eyes flicked over us, lingering on me with a strange intensity, a mix of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place.
"Hannah, you're here... and Aunt Julie... Jack... please come in," Yuko said, her voice polite but tinged with an underlying tension. I noticed her gaze fixed on me, a slight anger flickering in her eyes, but also a hint of something more, something primal and raw.
We stepped into the apartment, the spacious living room bathed in soft, warm light. The modern decor was tasteful and inviting, but the atmosphere felt charged with an unspoken tension.
Yuko closed the door behind us and turned to face us, her arms crossed over her chest, pushing her breasts together and making her cleavage even more pronounced.
"Yuko, it's good to see you," Julie said, her voice warm and friendly. She stepped forward and gave Yuko a gentle hug, the familial bond between them evident.
As they embraced, I couldn't help but notice the way Yuko's body pressed against Julie's, the soft curves of their bodies fitting together in a way that was both innocent and tantalizing. The warmth of their bodies seemed to radiate, a stark contrast to the cool tension that had filled the room moments before.
Hannah, ever the observant one, noticed the lingering tension. She glanced at Yuko and then at me, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Sister Yuko, is everything okay?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. Her gaze flicked over Yuko's body, taking in the way her tight top clung to her skin, the fabric stretched taut over her breasts, highlighting every curve.
As we stood in the hallway, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings, Yuko's gaze softened slightly as she looked at Hannah and Julie.
"Everything's fine," she replied, her voice cool but tinged with an underlying heat, a complexity of emotions that seemed to swirl around her like a storm.
I could sense the underlying current of emotion in her words, a mix of anger and desire, a complex blend of feelings that seemed to fill the air. It was clear that Yuko was struggling with something, perhaps a memory or an unresolved feeling from our last encounter.
Yuko sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she stepped back from the embrace. "It's Haruna," she said, her voice tinged with worry. "I don't know what happened to her. Hannah, why don't you go and talk to her?"
Hannah nodded, her eyes filled with concern as she walked towards Haruna's room. She knocked on the door gently. "Haruna, open the door, it's me, Hannah," she called out, her voice soft and reassuring. "We are here to meet you. Jack is also here. We are worried about you. Please open the door..."
Hannah glanced at me slightly as she spoke, her eyes reflecting a mix of worry and a silent plea for support. The door creaked open slightly, revealing a pair of wide, surprised eyes peeking through the gap.
"Jack is here?" Haruna's voice was a mix of shock and something else, something I couldn't quite place. She was wearing shorts and a sports bra, her attire casual yet revealing, highlighting the curves of her body
"OMG!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a sudden rush of emotions. The door suddenly closed, leaving us standing in the hallway, the silence heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. We waited for a few moments, the tension in the air palpable.
As we stood in the hallway, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings, Yuko's voice was tinged with worry. Her eyes reflected a deep concern as she spoke. "She hasn't opened the door since last night... and she's not even taking my calls or responding to me either..."
Then, after what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open again, revealing Haruna standing there.
As the door creaked open again after what felt like an eternity, Haruna stood there, her attire now casual yet stylish, wearing jeans and a top similar to her sister's.
The soft fabric of her clothes highlighted her figure, and her expression was a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and raw vulnerability that seemed to hang in the air.
Haruna blushed slightly, her cheeks tinged with a soft pink as she looked at Hannah with surprise. "Hannah, why are you here?" she asked, her voice a gentle whisper, tinged with a hint of curiosity and a touch of vulnerability.
Hannah's eyes softened, her voice gentle and reassuring as she responded. "We were worried about you, Haruna. Sister Yuko told us you weren't feeling well, so we came to see you," she explained, her hand reaching out to gently touch Haruna's arm, a gesture filled with care and concern.
Haruna's gaze shifted to Yuko, her voice soft and filled with a mix of gratitude and a touch of embarrassment. "Sister, I'm not sick. I just needed some time alone," she said, her eyes reflecting a deep sense of gratitude and a hint of shame for causing worry.
Hannah's voice was tinged with curiosity and a deep concern as she asked, "Then why were you locked in your room, not responding to your sister's calls or messages? We were all so worried about you."
Yuko's voice was warm and reassuring as she stepped in, her eyes reflecting a deep care and love. "You two catch up. I'll go prepare some snacks," she said, her voice filled with a gentle warmth and a touch of affection.
As Yuko left to prepare some snacks, Haruna invited us into her room. The space was cozy and personal, filled with soft lighting and personal touches that reflected her personality.
The walls were adorned with photographs and artwork, and the room was filled with a sense of warmth and comfort. We sat down on the plush couch, the atmosphere slightly more relaxed but still tinged with a sense of curiosity and concern.
Haruna sighed deeply, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions as she began to explain. "I just needed some time alone, to think and reflect," she said, her voice soft and vulnerable, filled with a deep sense of introspection. "I didn't mean to worry anyone. I just needed to sort through some things in my mind."
Hannah reached out, her hand gently touching Haruna's, her eyes filled with understanding and support. "We're here for you, Haruna. You don't have to go through anything alone," she said, her voice filled with a deep sense of care and a touch of affection.
I nodded in agreement, my voice filled with a mix of reassurance and affection as I added, "We care about you, Haruna. Whatever it is, we're here to support you. You're not alone in this."
As Haruna's eyes filled with gratitude and love, her voice soft and sincere, she responded, "Thank you both. It really means a lot to me to have you here. I was just feeling a bit overwhelmed, but seeing you both has already made me feel so much better."
Julie, noticing the tender moment between us, stood up gently. "I'll go help Yuko... see if she needs any help," she said, her voice warm and considerate. With that, Julie left the room, her presence lingering in the soft footsteps that echoed down the hallway.
As the door clicked shut, the room fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that wraps around you like a warm blanket. Haruna and I were left alone, the air between us charged with a mix of emotions—gratitude, love, and a hint of something more profound and unspoken.
Haruna looked at Hannah, her eyes filled with a deep sense of empathy and concern. "Hannah, I am really sorry about your dad," she said, her voice soft and sincere. "I know how much he meant to you, and I can't imagine how hard this must be for you."
Hannah's expression was a mix of sadness and resolve. "Thank you, Haruna. It's been tough, but I'm trying to stay strong," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "It's just hard to believe that someone I trusted so much could do something like this."
Haruna nodded, her eyes reflecting a deep sense of understanding. "I know, Hannah. It's a lot to process, and it's okay to feel overwhelmed. Just remember that you have people who care about you and want to support you."
Hannah looked at Haruna, her eyes filled with gratitude. "I know, Haruna. And I'm really grateful to have you as a friend. It means a lot to me."
As Haruna looked at Hannah, her eyes filled with a deep sense of empathy and concern. "I just didn't think Uncle would be that kind of person... It's... Aunt Julie must be sad... and now you have to come here because of me. I am sorry, Hannah," she said, her voice soft and sincere, tinged with a mix of sadness and guilt.
Hannah rolled her eyes, her expression a mix of frustration and resignation. I used telepathy to hear her thoughts, and a wave of emotions flooded my mind. [Hmph... Mom is sad !!! but how can she be sad when she's the happiest she's ever been? Last night, she was screaming Jack's name so loudly while taking Jack's cock in her ass.]
[She's been smiling so much lately, and I've never seen her like this before. It's like she's found a new lease on life. How can she have time to be sad.]
Hannah's thoughts revealed a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and a hint of pride.
Hannah shook her head, her expression softening. "Don't be sorry, Haruna. I wanted to come and see you. You're my best friend, and I care about you too. Besides, it's good to have a distraction from everything that's been going on."
Haruna's eyes filled with gratitude and love. "Thank you, Hannah. It really means a lot to me to have you here. I've been feeling so isolated, and just having you both here has lifted a weight off my shoulders."
Hannah smiled gently, her eyes reflecting a mix of happiness and mischief. "Haruna, forget about those sad things. Let me tell you some good news," she said, her voice filled with excitement and joy. "I am not single anymore. Jack is now my boyfriend. We just confirmed our relationship yesterday."
As Haruna's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze shifted to me to confirm what she had just heard. Her eyes filled with tears, a mix of happiness and profound sadness reflecting in her expression. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a deep sense of emotion.
I nodded, my eyes filled with a mix of love and reassurance. "Yes, Haruna. It's true. Hannah and I like each other very much," I said, my voice soft and sincere.
Haruna's tears spilled over, her voice trembling with a deep sense of happiness and underlying despair. "I am just so happy for you, Hannah. You deserve all the happiness in the world," she said, wiping her tears and looking at Hannah suddenly. Her eyes, however, betrayed a deeper sorrow, a pain she was trying hard to conceal. "You won't forget me, right? We'll still be best friends, no matter what?"
Hannah reached out, taking Haruna's hand in hers, her eyes filled with love and reassurance. "Of course, Haruna. You're my best friend, and that will never change. No matter what happens, we'll always be there for each other," she said, her voice filled with sincerity and affection.
Haruna nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and love, but the tears continued to flow freely. She tried to smile, but it was a fragile smile, one that wavered on the edge of breaking. "Thank you, Hannah. And thank you, Jack. It means so much to me to have friends like you," she said, her voice soft and sincere, yet laced with a profound sadness.
I could sense the underlying despair in her words, the way she tried to mask her own pain with happiness for her friend. It was clear that
Haruna was struggling with her own emotions, but she was genuinely happy for Hannah, her love and concern for her friend evident in every word and gesture. The room seemed to grow heavier with her unspoken sorrow, a palpable weight that settled over us.
As we sat there, the room filled with a sense of warmth and connection, but the initial tension and concern were now replaced by a sense of understanding and a bittersweet love.
We continued to talk, the conversation flowing more freely, yet Haruna's smiles were tinged with a sadness that she couldn't quite hide. The initial tension and concern began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of understanding and love, but Haruna's heart seemed to ache with every word of congratulations she offered.
Haruna's voice quivered as she spoke, her tears falling more freely now. "I'm really happy for you, Hannah. Truly, I am," she said, her voice breaking slightly. "It's just... I never thought I'd feel this way. I always imagined we'd find happiness together, you know?"
Hannah's eyes softened with empathy as she spoke in a gentle, soothing tone. "Haruna, we will. You'll find someone who brings you just as much happiness. And until then, we'll always be here for you, always by your side, no matter what."
Haruna nodded, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to smile through her pain. Her voice was shaky, filled with a mix of sadness and gratitude. "I know, Hannah. I know you mean well. It's just hard, you know? Seeing you so happy makes me realize how lonely I've been feeling lately. It's like a weight on my chest, a constant reminder of what I don't have."
I reached out, placing a comforting hand on Haruna's shoulder. My voice was filled with warmth and support, trying to convey the depth of my care for her. "Haruna, your time will come. And until then, we're here for you. You're not alone in this. We'll stand by you, through thick and thin."
Haruna looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude and a deep, unspoken pain. She took a shaky breath, trying to compose herself. "Thank you, Jack. It means a lot to hear that. I just need some time, I think. To process everything, to heal and find my way again."
Hannah leaned in, wrapping an arm around Haruna's shoulders. Her voice was filled with love and reassurance, a steady presence in the midst of Haruna's turmoil. "Take all the time you need, Haruna. We're not going anywhere. We'll be here, waiting and supporting you every step of the way."
Haruna's tears continued to fall, her voice barely above a whisper. She clung to us, drawing strength from our presence. "Thank you both. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're my rocks, my safe haven in this storm."
Suddenly, Yuko and Julie entered with snacks and saw Haruna crying. Yuko's face darkened with concern and anger as she asked, "What happened?"
Hannah glanced at me, her eyes blaming me as I heard her thoughts, loud and clear. [Jack, this bastard must have teased Haruna... and the way she looks at Jack is the same way my mom and I do. She definitely loves him like me... How could he do this to her? To us?]
Hannah turned to Yuko, her voice steady but her eyes betraying her inner turmoil. "It's nothing. Haruna is just happy that I have a boyfriend now, and she is worried I will forget about her. She is happy at the same time, but it's a bittersweet happiness, you know?"
Hearing this, I noticed Yuko's expression change, her eyes narrowing as she looked at me with a mix of concern and suspicion. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions, a dangerous cocktail of love and anger. [It must be because she feels bad... I don't know why I feel like Haruna likes Jack... and yesterday I caught her looking at Jack's photos... and then she locked herself in the room... She's been acting strange lately, distant and lost in thought.]
Yuko's thoughts spiraled out of control, a dangerous mix of anger and concern. [How dare he? He must have done something to her. I can see it in her eyes. She's hurting, and it's all because of him. I can't believe this. I need to do something.]
[ I can't let Haruna be sad like this. She's my little sister, and I need to protect her. No matter the cost, no matter the consequences.]
Yuko suddenly asked Hannah, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and anger, a dangerous edge to her words. "Hannah, who is your boyfriend? He must be a lucky one... to have you, to have your love and trust."
Hannah suddenly hugged my arm, her voice filled with pride and affection, a stark contrast to the tension in the room. "He is right here... Jack is my boyfriend... and he's a good man, Sister Yuko."
Yuko's expression hardened, her thoughts a mix of anger and determination, a dangerous resolve settling in her heart. [Hmph... I knew it must be like this... I have to do something... I can't let Haruna be sad... she is my little sister... If she wants Jack to be her boyfriend... I will make it happen... As for Hannah, I can only say sorry... But I need to protect Haruna. I can't let her be hurt like this. Not ever.]
As I glanced at Yuko, I noticed a strange intensity in her gaze, as if she saw me as her prey or target, her eyes locked onto mine with an unsettling focus. She moved with deliberate slowness, gently placing the snacks she was holding onto the table, her movements precise and controlled.
Approaching Haruna, she wiped away her tears with a tender touch, her voice a mix of concern and something darker, more sinister. "Hmph... you scared your sister... I thought something terrible happened to you...." she said, her tone laced with an underlying current of anger.
Haruna, still trembling slightly, looked up at Yuko with a weak smile, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "Sister, I'm really fine... I didn't mean to make you worried...." she whispered, her voice barely audible, filled with a mix of guilt and sadness.
Julie, noticing the tension and the unshed tears in Haruna's eyes, knelt down beside her. She took Haruna's hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. Her voice was gentle and soothing, a calming presence in the midst of the emotional storm.
"Haruna, it's okay to feel this way. We all go through tough times, and it's important to remember that it's okay to lean on others when we need support. You don't have to carry this burden alone."
I looked at Haruna, my heart aching for her as I heard her thoughts through our telepathic connection. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, a mix of happiness for Hannah and a deep, gnawing sadness for herself.
[Jack has become Hannah's boyfriend.... just like I wanted Jack to be with Hannah... that's why I rejected him that day... but why do I feel jealous and sad... as if something mine was taken away....]Her thoughts were tinged with a sense of loss and longing, a pain that she was struggling to understand and come to terms with.
I chuckled inwardly at Haruna's thoughts, knowing she couldn't escape my grasp. The idea of her struggling to break free amused me, and I was eager to see what Yuko would do next. Haruna's expressions were always so easy to read, and her frustration only added to my amusement.
Haruna finally calmed down and stopped crying. We all sat together to enjoy some snacks, the atmosphere thick with tension and unspoken words. I noticed Haruna sneaking glances at me, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and something else I couldn't quite place.
This didn't go unnoticed by Yuko, Julie, and Hannah, who exchanged knowing looks. I chose to ignore their gazes, focusing instead on the snacks in front of me.
"These snacks are really good," I commented, trying to break the ice.
Haruna muttered under her breath, "Yeah, they are."
Yuko, trying to lighten the mood, added, "I'm glad you like them. I made them myself."
Julie, usually the quiet one, said, "They're delicious, Yuko. You always know how to make the best snacks."
After finishing the snacks and having a chat that felt more like a series of awkward silences, Julie checked the time and said, "Jack, let's go. It's time for the proceedings."
I nodded, feeling a sense of relief at the idea of leaving the tense atmosphere. "Yeah, let's get this over with."
Julie then turned to Yuko and said, "Yuko, I'm leaving Hannah here. She doesn't want to go see Elyas, and we'll come pick her up later. Is that okay?"
Yuko nodded, her expression serious. "Don't worry, Aunt Julie. Hannah is my little sister; she can stay here forever."
Hannah looked up, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and gratitude. "Thank you, Sister Yuko. I really don't want to see Elyas right now."
Julie placed a comforting hand on Hannah's shoulder. "It's okay, sweetie. We'll be back soon."
Julie and I said our goodbyes and walked out together. As we headed towards the lift, I heard a shout from behind, "Jack, wait! You forgot your phone!" It was Yuko, and I knew she was up to something since my phone was still in my pocket.
I looked at Julie and said, "Julie, you go take the car to the front. I'll go get my phone back."
Julie nodded, her expression concerned. "Are you sure? It seems like Yuko has something else in mind."
"I'll be fine," I assured her. "Just go ahead. I'll catch up."
Julie hesitated for a moment, then nodded and took the lift down. I turned and saw Yuko walking towards me, her stance firm and determined. She stopped in front of me and said, "Come with me. I have something to ask you."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her sudden seriousness. "What's this about, Yuko? Can't it wait?"
She didn't answer but instead started walking towards the apartment door. I followed, but she stopped me, saying, "Not there. Come with me."
We entered the lift, and Yuko pressed the button for the rooftop. Curious, I asked, "Yuko, is something going on? Why are we going to the rooftop?"
Yuko replied, her voice steady and calm, "You'll know in a minute. Wait patiently."
Using telepathy, I heard her thoughts: [This bastard must have provoked Haruna. I must know what happened between them. I have to get it out of Jack.]
I couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and anticipation. Whatever Yuko had in mind, it was clear that this conversation was going to be anything but ordinary.
As we reached the rooftop, the warm afternoon air greeted us, and I couldn't help but wonder what was about to unfold. The atmosphere was charged with tension, and the weight of the moment seemed to press down on us.
Yuko suddenly locked the door access to the rooftop, her actions deliberate and calculated. The click of the lock echoed in the silence, a stark reminder that there was no easy escape from this confrontation.
Yuko turned to me, her eyes blazing with determination. "Jack, I need to know what happened between you and Haruna," she demanded, her voice steady and unwavering. "She's been upset all day, and I know you're involved. Don't even think about lying to me."
I feigned innocence, my voice steady and calm. "Yuko, I really don't know what you're talking about. You must have some kind of misunderstanding."
Yuko didn't buy my act for a second. She walked towards me slowly, her gaze never leaving mine. Each step she took seemed to echo in the silence, the tension between us growing with every passing moment.
As she approached, I couldn't help but notice the deep cleavage of her blouse, the fabric straining against her curves. Her breasts were full and inviting, the shadow between them a tantalizing promise of what lay beneath. My thoughts spiraled, the temptation to reach out and touch her almost overwhelming.
Yuko cornered me against the wall, her presence imposing and unyielding. I pretended to be in shock, my voice rising with feigned alarm. "Yuko, what are you doing? You can't just corner me like this."
She didn't flinch, her voice firm and unwavering. "Tell me what's going on, Jack. I know you're hiding something. Otherwise, don't think about leaving this rooftop."
I could feel the intensity of her gaze, the weight of her words pressing down on me. The rooftop seemed to close in around us, the cool evening air doing little to dispel the heat of the moment. I knew I had to tread carefully, my next words crucial in determining how this confrontation would unfold.
I took a deep breath, my mind racing as I tried to come up with a response that would satisfy Yuko's demands. "Yuko, I swear, I don't know what you're talking about. Haruna and I had a disagreement, sure, but it's not like I did anything to her."
Yuko's eyes narrowed, her voice rising with emotion. "Don't lie to me, Jack. I know you better than you think. Haruna is my little sister, and I won't stand by while you mess with her. You've been playing your games, and I'm tired of it."
She stepped even closer, her body almost pressing against mine. The scent of her perfume filled my senses, a heady mix of jasmine and something else I couldn't quite place. Her breath was warm against my skin, the heat of her body a stark contrast to the cool air around us.
I could feel the tension between us, the air thick with unspoken words and accusations. "Yuko, you're imagining things. I haven't done anything to Haruna. You need to trust me."
Yuko's voice was a low growl, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and something else I couldn't quite place. "Trust you? How can I trust you when you're always hiding something? Tell me the truth, Jack. I deserve to know."
I could see the determination in her eyes, the resolve that told me she wouldn't back down. The air between us was thick with tension, and the weight of the moment seemed to press down on us.
Whatever happened next, it was clear that this conversation was far from over. The rooftop seemed to close in around us, the cool evening air doing little to dispel the heat of our confrontation.
Yuko's thoughts were a storm of anger and conflict.[I should just kill this bastard once and for all,] she thought, her mind racing with possibilities.
[But Haruna will be sad. I don't know what she will do. She surely likes him. I can't kill him.] Her thoughts spiraled, considering drastic measures.
[Should I capture Julie or maybe Hannah and ask Jack to make my sister happy? Otherwise, they will die. Maybe I should even ask him to be Haruna's boyfriend directly.]
But then, another thought crossed her mind, a moment of hesitation and doubt. [No, this is too risky. Once I am not with Haruna, I don't know what this bastard will do. If Haruna knows I did something to Hannah or Julie, she will never forgive me. I need to be careful.]
I thought of something and activated the Hand of Arousal, a power that allowed me to influence the emotions of others through touch.
I placed my hands on her waist, surprising her. The moment my hands made contact, I could feel her tension, the heat of her body radiating through her clothes. Her breath hitched, and her eyes widened in shock.
I heard her thoughts, a mix of anger and shock. [I want to kill him. I want to kill him. This bastard touched me, touched my body. How dare he?] Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, the anger and fear intertwining in a complex dance.
Yuko yelled, her voice a mix of anger and fear. "Let go of your hand, now. Otherwise, you will die. Don't you dare touch me, Jack. I swear, I will make you regret it."
I saw Yuko's eyes turn blood red, tears filling her eyes. The sight of her in such distress brought a wave of guilt crashing over me.
I remembered then that Yuko didn't like to be around males, not since she was betrayed by her classmate Kenzo, who had tried to rape her. The memory of that trauma was etched into her every reaction, and I had just triggered it.
I let go of my hand immediately, stepping back as if burned. "Yuko, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted to get your attention."
She yelled again, her voice breaking with emotion. "Run away, now. Get away from me, Jack. I can't stand the sight of you right now."
I deactivated my Hand of Arousal, the power dissipating as quickly as it had come. I don't know why, but looking at her crying face, my heart ached. The sight of her in such pain was more than I could bear. "Yuko, please, let me explain. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to talk."
I said, my voice soft and gentle, trying to reach her through the storm of her emotions. "Yuko, what happened? Why are you crying? Don't cry. I will tell you what happened, please don't cry. I never wanted to hurt you."
Yuko said, her voice a yell filled with pain and anger. "Get away from me, bastard, now. Otherwise, I will kill you. I can't stand you being near me. You make me sick."
I saw Yuko staring at me, her eyes filled with a deadly resolve. I knew she meant every word. I pretended to leave, opening the rooftop door and walking in, but I didn't go anywhere.
Instead, I peeked out and saw Yuko crying hard, her body wracked with sobs. She sat on the ground with her head under her knees, a picture of despair.
The sight of her in such pain was a stark reminder of the complexity of our relationships, the tangled web of emotions and histories that bound us together. I couldn't just leave her like this. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I had to do next.
First, I texted Julie telling her to go to the station and send me her picture of herself in a station or somewhere near there when she reaches the station, and I will use teleportation to get to her. I told her Yuko wants to ask me something that is taking time.
With that taken care of, I bought a cold water bottle from the SUDIX Store and walked out, holding it in my hand as I approached Yuko.
She saw my shoes through her knees and yelled, her voice hoarse from crying. "Why don't you just go? What do you want, Jack?"
I knelt down in front of her, the cold bottle of water in my hand. "Yuko," I said softly, my voice gentle and calm. "I'm not going anywhere until you listen to me. I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted to talk, to explain. Please, give me a chance."
She looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen from crying. "Why should I listen to you, Jack? You've done nothing but cause pain and trouble. Why should I believe anything you say?"
"Because I care about you, Yuko. I care about Haruna, Julie, and Hannah. I never wanted any of this to happen. I just wanted to make things right."
She stared at me for a long moment, the silence stretching between us. Finally, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fine, Jack. Talk. But if I don't like what I hear, I swear, I will make you regret it."
I took a deep breath, knowing that whatever I said next would change things between Yuko and me. I knew there was no turning back, but I also knew that I had to try.
For Haruna, for Julie, for Hannah, and yes, for Yuko too. The weight of the moment seemed to press down on us, the cool evening air doing little to dispel the heat of our confrontation.
I held out the water bottle to her, my hand steady and sure. "Here, drink this," I said, my voice gentle and calm. "You need to stay hydrated."
Yuko looked at the bottle, her eyes wide with surprise. "You didn't run away but came back to send me this," she said, her voice a mix of confusion and gratitude. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the struggle between her anger and the realization that I was trying to help.
I heard her thoughts, a whisper of a realization. [Maybe this bastard still has some consciousness.]
She took the water bottle from me, her fingers brushing against mine. The touch was brief, but it sent a jolt through me, a stark reminder of the connection between us.
She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, the gesture small and vulnerable. Then, she took a sip of the water, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat of her emotions.
The silence between us was suffocating, thick with unspoken words and the weight of everything left unsaid. I could see the storm raging in Yuko's eyes—the conflict between her fury and the flicker of hesitation, the part of her that wanted to believe I wasn't the monster she feared I was. But I knew the truth would change everything. There was no turning back.
I decided to tell her—at least part of it.
My voice was measured, careful. "Before I say anything... I just want you to know... I never wanted to hurt Haruna. But she's... naive. Reckless. She doesn't think before she acts."
Yuko's entire body tensed, her fists clenching so tightly her knuckles turned white. "My sister is not naive!" she snapped, her voice shaking with barely contained rage. "She's smart. She's kind. She's—" Her breath hitched, her voice cracking. "She's not some idiot you can just—just use!"
I didn't flinch. "Do you really want to know what happened between us?"
Yuko's eyes burned into mine, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "Tell me."
I exhaled slowly, choosing my words. "Do you know... I really like Haruna. She's sweet. Energetic. Cute. The kind of girl who makes you forget everything else when she's around."
Yuko's expression twisted. "Then why are you with Hannah?!" she screamed, her voice breaking. "If you like Haruna, then why are you playing with both of them?! You're disgusting!" Her hands shot out, shoving me hard against the wall.
I didn't resist. I let her hit me—once, twice—her fists pounding into my back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Each strike was fueled by years of protectiveness, by the fear of losing the one person she loved most.
Finally, she stopped, her chest heaving, her eyes wild. "Why... why aren't you fighting back?" she demanded, her voice raw. "Do you want me to beat you?!"
I looked at her, my voice soft. "I'm happy... that Haruna has a sister like you. Someone who loves her enough to fight for her."
The words hit her like a physical blow. Her anger faltered, just for a second. "W-why are you saying this now?" she stammered, her voice trembling.
"Because it means you care," I said quietly. "More than anyone else ever could."
Yuko's lips pressed into a thin line, her pride warring with the vulnerability beneath. "Hmph. Of course I care. She's my little sister. If I don't protect her, who will?"
I let the silence linger, my gaze distant, as if I were lost in memory. Then, slowly, I spoke. "The day I spent with Haruna... it was perfect. She was so happy. So alive. And I realized—I like her. More than I thought I did. So I told her how I felt."
Yuko's breath hitched. "And?"
I hesitated. "She rejected me."
Yuko's entire body went rigid. Her thoughts spiraled into panic, dark and frantic.
[No. No, no, no—did he—did he force her? Like Kenzo did to me? Oh God, if he touched her—if he hurt her—]
Her voice was a whisper, but it shook with terror. "D-did you... Did you do something to her after she said no?"
I didn't answer fast enough.
Yuko lost it.
With a scream, she lunged at me, her fingers locking around my throat with bruising force. She slammed me against the ground, straddling me, her knees pinning my arms down. Her grip was iron, her face twisted in a mask of pure, unhinged fury.
"YOU MONSTER!" she shrieked, her voice breaking. "DID YOU RAPE MY SISTER?! DID YOU?!" Her hands tightened, her nails digging into my skin. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the venom in her words. "I'll kill you. I'll rip you apart. If you touched her—if you hurt her"
Her thoughts were a whirlwind of horror.
[Haruna's been so quiet lately. She flinches when someone touches her. She won't even look at me sometimes. Oh God. Oh God, did he—did he do that to her? Did he break her like Kenzo broke me? I'll kill him. I'll make him suffer.]
Yuko's entire body was shaking, her fingers still dug into my throat as her voice cracked with raw, unfiltered rage. "Tell me!" she demanded, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
The weight of her body pressed down on me, her knees pinning my arms to the ground. Her eyes were wild, bloodshot, the tears streaking down her face, mixing with the fury twisting her expression.
I didn't resist. I didn't even try to break free. My voice remained calm, steady, even as her grip tightened, making it harder to breathe. "I didn't touch her."
Yuko's breath hitched, her grip faltering for just a second. "Liar," she spat, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and disbelief. "Tell me the truth. What did you do to her?" Her fingers tightened again, her nails biting into my skin. "If you hurt her, I swear to God, I will make you suffer in ways you can't even imagine."
I met her gaze, unflinching. "Do you know why she rejected me?"
Yuko's eyes narrowed, her voice a dangerous whisper. "Because she hates you?"
I shook my head slightly, my voice low. "Not because she doesn't like me. She thought... Hannah liked me. So she pushed me away. She said I should be with Hannah instead."
Yuko's entire body went rigid. Her grip on my throat loosened abruptly, her hands falling to her sides as if she'd been struck. "What?" The word came out as a broken whisper, her mind racing to process what I'd just said.
The air between us seemed to thicken as Yuko's hands fell limp at her sides, her entire body sagging as if the weight of the truth had just crushed the last of her strength. Her breath came in uneven, desperate gasps, her shoulders trembling violently as the realization carved itself into her heart.
"Haruna..." Her voice was barely a whisper, raw and broken, like the sound of something shattering inside her.
"That stupid, stupid girl..." She clenched her fists, her nails digging crescents into her palms, but the physical pain couldn't compare to the agony twisting her expression.
"She actually likes you... But she pushed you away? Because she thought Hannah liked you?!"
She spun away from me, her body coiled with a storm of emotions—anger, sorrow, and something far deeper, something that sounded like betrayal. "That idiot!" she hissed, her voice shaking with a fury that bordered on despair. "How could she do this to herself? How could she just... give up?"
Her breath hitched, her voice cracking under the weight of her words. "She's always been like this! Always putting everyone else first, even if it destroys her!"
She pressed a hand to her chest, as if trying to hold her heart together. "She's willing to sacrifice her own happiness... for Hannah?!" The name tasted bitter on her tongue, laced with disbelief.
She whirled back to face me, her eyes wild and glistening with unshed tears. "Do you have any idea how much she's been hurting?!" she demanded, her voice rising in a desperate, trembling cry.
"She's been smiling less. She's been quiet. She's been avoiding me because she didn't want me to see how much this was killing her inside!"
Her voice broke, and for a moment, she stood there, trembling, as if the truth had stolen the last of her strength.
"And all this time," she whispered, her voice thick with tears, "I thought you were the reason. I thought you'd hurt her. But no..." She let out a hollow, bitter laugh. "She did this to herself."
She turned away again, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to keep from falling apart. "She's so stupid," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Always giving up what she wants because she thinks someone else needs it more. And now... now she's doing it again."
Her fingers curled into fists, her nails biting into her skin hard enough to draw blood. "She likes you," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and sorrow. "But she pushed you away. She wanted you... But she let you go." She shook her head, her voice breaking. "And for what? For Hannah? Does Hannah even know? Does she even care?!"
She spun back to me, her eyes burning with a wild, untamed fire. "You should've told me sooner!" she snapped, her voice trembling with rage.
"I could've fixed this! I could've talked to her! I could've—" She cut herself off, her breath hitching as tears finally spilled down her cheeks. "I could've saved her from this."
She pressed her hands to her face, her shoulders shaking with sobs. When she finally spoke again, her voice was raw, stripped bare by emotion. "She's my little sister, Jack." Her voice cracked, the words barely making it past the lump in her throat.
"She's supposed to be happy. She's supposed to be loved. But instead, she's suffering in silence because she's too selfless to fight for what she wants."
Her hands dropped, and she locked her gaze onto mine, her eyes filled with a desperate, pleading intensity. "You have to fix this," she said, her voice fierce, unyielding. "Make her see that she deserves to be happy. That she doesn't have to sacrifice herself for anyone."
She took a step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper, but no less intense. "Because if you don't..." Her eyes blazed with determination, her jaw set in resolve. "I will. I'll make her see it, even if I have to drag her into happiness kicking and screaming."
She turned away again, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps as she fought to regain control. "She's such a silly girl," she murmured, her voice thick with tears. "Always giving up what she wants... always putting everyone else first..." She shook her head, her voice breaking. "And I let her. I didn't even see it."
She took a deep, shuddering breath, her voice steadier now, but still laced with sorrow. "I need to talk to her," she said firmly, her resolve hardening like steel. "I need to make her understand that she can't keep doing this. That she deserves to be happy, too."
She looked at me one last time, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and unshakable resolve. "And you..." Her voice was low, dangerous. "You better not hurt her again. Or I will make you regret it."
I watched Yuko as she poured out her frustration, her pain, her desperation. The raw emotion in her voice, the way her body trembled with the force of it—it was intoxicating. And as I stood there, listening to her, an idea began to form in my mind. A plan. One that would let me spend more time with her, one that might even let her fall for me.
I met her gaze, my voice careful, measured. "I know Haruna is like this," I said softly. "She'll suffer alone, convinced she's doing the right thing. So I told Hannah about it. And she came up with a plan."
Yuko's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "A plan?"
I nodded. "Hannah was going to pretend to be my girlfriend. We thought that if Haruna saw us together, it would make her realize her true feelings for me. We wanted her to react, to finally stop pushing me away."
Yuko's expression darkened, her voice sharp with disbelief. "And did it work?"
I hesitated, my jaw tightening. "No. It didn't. She didn't say anything. She didn't react at all." I shook my head, frustration creeping into my voice. "She won't hurt Hannah. Not when she thinks I'm Hannah's boyfriend. She'll just... suffer in silence."
Yuko's hands clenched into fists, her voice trembling with fury. "You created a mess, Jack. You need to fix this." Her eyes burned into mine, her voice raw with desperation. "I can't stand seeing her like this. I won't."
I held her gaze, my voice steady. "I have an idea," I said. "But I'll need your help."
She didn't hesitate. "What is it?" Her voice was fierce, determined. "I'll do anything... for my sister."
I took a deep breath, the words hanging between us like a promise. "Be my girlfriend."
Silence.
Yuko's entire body froze as my words hung in the air between us. Her breath hitched, her eyes widening as if I'd just suggested something unimaginable.
The fire in her gaze flickered between shock, disbelief, and something darker—something that made her grip her own arms tightly, as if to keep herself from lashing out.
"What..." she repeated, her voice barely a whisper, her mind clearly struggling to process what I'd just said. She took a step back, her expression twisting into something between horror and fury.
"You want me to... to pretend to be your girlfriend?" Her voice cracked slightly, the idea clearly repulsive to her. "Are you serious?"
I didn't back down. My voice remained steady, my gaze locked onto hers. "I'm dead serious."
Yuko's breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. "Why the hell would I agree to something like this?" she demanded, her voice rising. "You're asking me to lie to my own sister! To betray her!" Her fists clenched at her sides, her entire body trembling with barely contained rage.
"I'm asking you to help her," I corrected, my voice calm but firm. "You said it yourself—Haruna would never fight for what she wants. She'd rather suffer in silence than risk hurting Hannah. But if she thinks you took me from her..." I let the implication hang in the air, watching as Yuko's expression shifted from anger to reluctant understanding.
"She'd hate me," Yuko whispered, her voice breaking slightly. "She'd think I stole you from her."
"Exactly," I said, my voice low. "And that anger? That betrayal she feels? It'll force her to finally admit how she really feels. Because right now, she's too busy playing the martyr to see the truth."
Yuko's eyes burned with conflict. "But what if it breaks her?" she asked, her voice raw. "What if this destroys her instead of helping her?"
"Then what's your alternative?" I shot back, my voice sharp. "Let her keep suffering? Let her keep pretending she's fine while she's falling apart inside?" I took a step closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. "You know this is the only way, Yuko. She won't fight for herself when it comes to Hannah. But she'll fight against you."
Yuko's fingers dug into her own arms so hard her knuckles turned white, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps as she processed the plan. The conflict in her eyes was raw—anger, fear, and a desperate need to protect Haruna all warring inside her. She knew I was right, but the cost of it gnawed at her like a physical pain.
"And Hannah?" she demanded again, her voice trembling with frustration. "She's already pretending to be your girlfriend! How the hell am I supposed to explain this to Haruna? How do I even look her in the eye after this? She'll think I'm the worst person in the world!" Her voice cracked, the weight of the deception pressing down on her.
I didn't hesitate. "I have a plan," I said, my voice low and deliberate. "I'll let Hannah break up with me—in front of Haruna. And you'll be the reason for it."
Yuko's eyes widened, her mind racing through the implications. "What do you mean, I'll be the reason?" she asked, her voice sharp with suspicion.
I met her gaze, unflinching. "They'll catch us together. Haruna will think I was cheating on Hannah with you. And Hannah—" I paused, letting the weight of the words sink in. "Hannah will break up with me because of you."
Yuko's entire body went rigid. "Wait—what?" she breathed, her voice barely audible. "You're saying Hannah will blame me for this? Then Haruna, she.... she'll think I ruined her friend's relationship?" Her eyes darkened, her voice rising in panic. "Jack, that's—that's worse! She'll hate me! Haruna will be furious, and she will never trust me again!"
"Exactly," I said, my voice calm but firm. "Haruna will be so angry at you for 'stealing' me from Hannah that she won't be able to hide her feelings anymore. She'll lash out. She'll finally admit how she feels about me—because she'll think you took something that was hers."
My voice didn't waver. "I'll let Hannah pretend to be heartbroken because of this." I let the words settle between us, watching as Yuko's face twisted—horror first, then the slow, reluctant dawn of understanding.
"And when Haruna sees that," I continued, "when she sees Hannah hurt because of you—" I didn't finish. I didn't need to. The silence did the work for me.
"She'll hate me," Yuko whispered, her voice breaking. "Both of them will."
"For a little while, yes," I admitted, my voice low. "But it's the only way to force Haruna to stop lying to herself. To make her fight for what she wants instead of sacrificing herself for everyone else."
Yuko's hands trembled at her sides, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "This is cruel," she said, her voice raw. "You're asking me to destroy my relationship with my sister"
"I'm asking you to save Haruna from herself," I corrected, my voice firm. "Because right now, she's drowning in her own silence. And you know it."
Yuko's eyes burned with conflict, her voice barely a whisper. "And what if it breaks her?"
"Then what's your alternative?" I shot back, my voice sharp. "Let her keep suffering? Let her keep pretending she's fine while she's falling apart inside?" I took a step closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. "You know this is the only way, Yuko. She won't fight for herself. But she'll fight for you."
"You're not ruining anything," I said, my voice steady. "You're giving Haruna a reason to stop hiding. And Hannah? She'll be fine. She'll be angry for a while, but she'll understand eventually."
Yuko's expression twisted, her voice rising in frustration. "This is insane!" she snapped, her fists clenching. "You're asking me to deceive the the person I care about most!"
"I'm asking you to help her," I corrected, my voice firm. "Haruna needs this. And Hannah? She'll move on. But Haruna—" I stepped even closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Haruna will finally see the truth."
Yuko fell silent, her gaze flickering away as she wrestled with the idea. The weight of the decision pressed down on her, her breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. Finally, she looked back at me, her voice a low, dangerous growl. "And what about you?" she demanded. "What do you get out of this?"
I met her gaze without flinching. "I get Haruna to stop lying to herself," I said simply. "I get her to finally see me the way I see her."
Yuko's eyes burned with fury. "You're a selfish bastard," she hissed, her voice shaking. "Using me like this. Using Haruna's feelings like they're some kind of game."
"I'm using the truth," I said, my voice steady. "Haruna likes me. She's been hiding it, sacrificing her own happiness because she thinks Hannah deserves me more." I stepped even closer, my voice dropping to a whisper.
"But if she sees me with you—if she thinks you took me from Hannah—she won't be able to stay silent. She'll fight for what she wants. And that's the only way she'll ever be honest with herself."
Yuko's breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. She wanted to refuse. She wanted to scream, to hit me, to call me every name she could think of. But she also knew I was right. Haruna would react. Haruna would finally stop hiding.
And that was all that mattered.
Yuko's voice was a low, dangerous growl. "Fine," she spat, her eyes burning with resolve. "But if you hurt her, Jack... if this backfires... I will make you regret it."
I smiled—slow, deliberate. "I'd expect nothing less."
She glared at me, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. "And if she never forgives me for this?"
"Then you'll know you did the right thing," I said softly. "Because sometimes, the people we love need to be pushed before they'll fight for themselves."
Yuko's expression twisted, her voice barely a whisper. "I hate you."
I chuckled, my voice low. "I know."
And with that, the plan was set in motion.
Yuko looked at me, her jaw set, but there was something else in her eyes—something vulnerable. "But I have a condition," she said, her voice firm despite the slight tremor in it.
I raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Yuko's gaze flickered away, her cheeks flushing slightly as she forced the words out. "You cannot touch me," she said, her voice tight with embarrassment. "I hate men."
A pang of something sharp and distressing twisted in my chest. I looked at her, really looked at her—the way her shoulders tensed, the way her fingers twitched at her sides, the way her breath hitched like she was bracing for something terrible. The weight of what had been done to her, what she'd endured, hung in the air between us.
Yuko saw the look in my eyes and immediately bristled, her voice sharp with warning. "Don't look at me like that," she snapped, her fingers twitching like she was considering following through on her threat. "I'll poke your eyes out."
I held her gaze, my voice gentle but firm. "Don't worry," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. "I won't touch you without your consent."
The air between us was thick with tension, Yuko's shoulders only relaxing a fraction though her entire body remained coiled like a spring ready to snap. Her expression was still guarded, her dark eyes flicking between me and the rooftop door as if expecting an ambush.
When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried the sharp edge of a blade. "Good." The word tasted bitter on her lips, like a curse she couldn't take back.
She turned to me, her voice tight with restrained fury. "So... what now? We just stand here and wait for Hannah and Haruna to walk into this mess?" Her fingers twitched at her sides, betraying the storm of emotions beneath her carefully controlled exterior. "You haven't even told me what I'm supposed to do when she gets here!"
I pulled out my phone with deliberate slowness, my thumb hovering over the screen. "Patience, Yuko," I murmured, already typing out the message.
"First, we set the stage." The phone chimed softly as I hit send. "There. Done." I slipped it back into my pocket, my eyes never leaving hers. "I just told Hannah to come up here. Sneakily. Without Haruna noticing."
Yuko's breath hitched, her entire body going rigid. "You didn't even—!" She cut herself off with a sharp inhale, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper.
"You didn't ask if I was ready for this!" Her hands clenched into fists, her short nails biting into her palms hard enough to draw blood. "What if I can't—" She stopped again, swallowing hard. "What if I can't do this?"
I stepped closer, my voice low and steady. "You will." There was no room for doubt in my tone. "Because Haruna needs this. And deep down, you know it."
Before she could argue further, the rooftop door creaked open. Yuko stiffened like a deer sensing a predator, her muscles locking up as Hannah's cautious footsteps echoed across the concrete.
The younger girl emerged, her sharp eyes immediately darting between us, her expression a mix of confusion and wariness. "Jack? You texted me to come up here?" Her gaze flicked to Yuko, who had turned slightly away, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "Sister Yuko... what's going on?"
I moved toward Hannah with measured steps, putting deliberate distance between Yuko and our conversation. The assassin girl stood frozen, her back ramrod straight, her fingers digging into her own arms hard enough to leave marks.
Even from here, I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way her breath came in short, controlled bursts. For all her deadly skills, she looked utterly out of place in this emotional minefield.
Hannah's eyes followed me, her voice dropping to a concerned whisper as I stopped just out of Yuko's hearing range. "Jack, what's happening? Why does Sister Yuko look like she wants to murder someone?" She glanced back at Yuko, her brow furrowing. "And why are we being so secretive?"
I kept my voice barely above a murmur, my words precise and deliberate. "Because what I'm about to tell you can't reach Yuko's ears. Not yet." I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in. "There's something you need to know about Haruna."
Hannah's eyes widened slightly, her posture tensing. "What about her?"
I exhaled slowly, my voice dropping into something darker, something that vibrated with the weight of what I was about to say. "She rejected my proposal." The words landed between us like a blade—sharp, sudden, drawing blood. "To be my girlfriend."
Hannah's breath fractured. Her hand flew to her mouth, fingers pressing hard against her lips as if she could physically hold back the gasp that escaped her. "What—? When—?" Her eyes searched mine, wild and disbelieving. "Why didn't you—?"
"Because she thinks you like me," I cut in, my voice tight, leashed frustration bleeding through every syllable. The admission tasted bitter, like something torn from me.
"She pushed me away. Told me I should be with you instead." My jaw clenched. "Said you deserved happiness more than she ever could."
Hannah's expression shifted—shock giving way to something slower, something that looked almost like guilt. "I knew something was wrong," she whispered, her voice hollow with realization.
"This is what you've been hiding all this time." Her gaze locked onto mine, and for the first time, I saw the flicker of something unspoken pass between us—something that felt dangerously like understanding.
Hannah's face paled, her fingers trembling against her lips. "That stupid, self-sacrificing—!" She cut herself off with a sharp exhale, her eyes darting to Yuko before dropping to the ground. "So all this time... she's been hurting because of me?"
"Because of her own damn nobility," I corrected, my voice bitter. "She'd rather suffer in silence than risk making you unhappy."
Hannah's shoulders slumped, her voice barely a whisper. "Oh God... Jack, what are we going to do?"
I met her gaze, my expression serious. "We're going to force her hand." I gestured subtly toward Yuko. "That's why she's here."
Hannah's eyes followed my gesture, her brow furrowing as she took in Yuko's rigid posture. "Wait—you want Sister Yuko to... what, exactly?"
I explained the plan in detail—the deception, the carefully orchestrated betrayal, the way Haruna would finally crack under the pressure of her sister's perceived treachery. Hannah listened in growing horror, her hands clenching into fists at her sides.
"You can't be serious," she breathed when I finished, her voice trembling. "You want me to pretend to be heartbroken? To make Haruna think I'm suffering because of her own sister?" She shook her head violently. "Jack, that's cruel! That's—"
"Necessary," I cut in, my voice firm. "Haruna won't fight for herself. But she'll fight for you. And she'll fight for what she thinks is rightfully hers." I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a bare whisper. "You said it yourself—she's a dumb, silly girl who puts everyone before herself. This is the only way to make her see the truth."
Hannah's breath came in sharp, pained gasps. "But what about Sister Yuko? She'll be the villain in all this! Haruna will hate her!"
"Temporarily," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. "And Yuko knows that. She's agreed to it."
Hannah's eyes widened. "She agreed to this? To be the bad guy?"
I nodded. "Because she loves her sister enough to take the hit if it means Haruna finally gets what she wants."
Hannah's expression twisted, her voice breaking. "And what about me? What am I supposed to do when Haruna sees me 'heartbroken'? When she thinks I'm suffering because of her sister?"
"You act," I said, my voice steady but edged with something colder—something that made the air between us feel heavier. "And you make it convincing. No half-measures, no hesitation." I let my words sink in, watching as Hannah's fingers tightened around the edge of the table.
"Because when Haruna sees you in pain—when she truly believes Yuko betrayed you both—" My voice dropped, deliberate. "She won't just react. She'll break. And when she does..." A slow breath. "She'll finally stop hiding behind her feelings for me."
Hannah's eyes flickered with uncertainty. "Does Sister Yuko even agree to this plan?" Her voice wavered, just slightly, as if she already knew the answer but needed to hear it anyway.
I nodded once, sharply. "She will."
The air between us thickened as she studied me, her dark eyes locked onto mine, unblinking. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken tension, until her voice finally cut through it—softer now, laced with something fragile. "You're not actually thinking of taking Sister Yuko after this, are you?" Her fingers twitched at her sides, betraying the calm she tried to fake. There was a plea in her tone, thinly veiled, like she was begging me to lie to her.
I didn't.
Instead, I let the silence hang between us, thick and suffocating, before answering in a voice barely above a whisper. "What's wrong with that?" My lips curled slightly as I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "She's beautiful. You'd have to be blind not to notice."
Hannah's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling faster. "Do you want to be so cruel, Hannah?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Or do you just want what's best for you?" Her gaze burned into mine, searching for something—reassurance, maybe, or a crack in my resolve.
I didn't look away. "Think about it," I murmured, stepping closer. The heat of her body radiated against mine. "Wouldn't it be better for both of them to follow me? To live freely... happily?" My fingers brushed against the doorframe, tracing the wood lazily, as if the future I painted were already unfolding beyond it. "Like you and your mother do now."
Hannah's breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. She pressed herself against me, her lips grazing my ear as she hissed, "Tell me the truth... is it because her tits are bigger than mine?" Her voice was raw, dripping with jealousy. "Is that why you want her?"
A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. I turned my head just enough to let my lips brush the shell of her ear. "Are you jealous, Hannah?"
She let out a frustrated whimper, her nails digging into my arm. "Hmph... of course I'm jealous!" Her voice cracked, her body trembling against mine. "All the beautiful ones will come here... how am I supposed to compete? I can handle Haruna, but her?" Her fingers clenched into fists. "Sister Yuko's tits are huge—just like Mom's. How can I compare to that?"
I smirked, my hand sliding down to her waist, pulling her flush against me. "Why compare?" I teased, my thumb tracing circles over the fabric of her top, just above where her nipples hardened beneath. "Smaller tits have their own charm... perky, easy to play with." I pinched lightly, and she gasped, her back arching into my touch.
"Then why do you like them big?" she demanded, her voice a breathless whine. "Mine are good enough... aren't they?" Her eyes flickered with insecurity, but her tone was defiant, desperate for validation.
I leaned in, my mouth hovering just above hers. "Because," I growled, my free hand sliding up to cup her breast, squeezing just enough to make her moan, "I can bury my cock between them. Feel them press around me, soft and warm..." My thumb flicked over her nipple again, and she shuddered. "The way they jiggle when I fuck her from behind..." I let the words hang in the air, watching her squirm. "You can't imagine how good that feels."
Hannah's face burned crimson, but her eyes darkened with determination. "I'll grow bigger," she declared, her voice trembling but fierce. "You have to help me."
Her fingers tangled in my shirt, pulling me closer as she whispered, "I read somewhere... if a girl's boyfriend sucks and plays with her tits enough, they'll grow." Her breath was hot against my neck, her words dripping with need. "So if I stay small... It's your fault."
I groaned, my cock twitching at the thought. "Is that so?" I murmured, my hand slipping under her shirt, my fingers finding her bare skin. "Then I guess I'll just have to play with them more often, won't I?"
Hannah let out a needy whimper as my fingers closed around her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger with deliberate slowness. "Y-Yes..." she gasped, her body arching into my touch.
"Play with them... suck them... make them bigger..." Her hips pressed against me, her breath hitching as she ground herself against my thigh. "I want to be the one you can't resist... the one you choose."
I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her moans as my hands roamed her body, claiming every curve. "Greedy girl," I growled against her lips, my voice rough with desire. "I'll make sure you get exactly what you want."
My lips brushed her ear, my breath hot as I whispered, "But I want your tight little asshole..."
Hannah's eyes widened, her breath catching as the memory flooded back—that day when she'd peeked her ass out from under the blanket, her tight hole stretching wide just around the tip of my cock, her moans filling the room as she took me inch by inch. The thought alone made her blush fiercely, her body trembling against mine.
She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "h...hmm..."
But then, as if trying to regain control, she abruptly changed the subject. "So... what are we gonna do now?"
I stepped back, my expression shifting from lust to cold, precise calculation. My voice dropped to a low, conspiratorial tone as I gestured for Hannah to follow me to Yuko's side.
"We're going to make Haruna see exactly what we want her to see," I murmured, my fingers tracing idle circles on Hannah's wrist as I laid out the plan.
"Here's how this is going to work," I said, my tone leaving no room for doubt. "Every detail matters. Every reaction. Every word."
"Here's what you'll do," I said, outlining the steps with precision:
The Plan Is-
1. Take Haruna out for a walk around the building. Make it casual—like you're just stretching your legs. Guide her toward the café at the corner. Take your time. Let the moment build.
2. Meanwhile, Yuko and I will find a spot in the café where we can be seen intimately. Not so obvious that it looks staged, but close enough that there's no mistaking what Haruna sees.
Then it's time for Hannah's Performance, and you just have to make sure that-
"When you pass by the café, you'll see us together. That's your cue. I want you to overreact—gasping, looking like you've been stabbed in the heart. Then you run. Make it dramatic. Make it convincing."
"This will push Haruna over the edge," I said, my voice low and deliberate as I traced the rim of my glass with my thumb.
"She'll be furious at Yuko—not just because she thinks her sister betrayed her, but because it'll feel like the ultimate abandonment. First Hannah, now Yuko? The two people she trusts most, both 'stealing' me from her?"
I let out a dark chuckle. "Oh, she'll lose control. And when she does, she'll say exactly what we need her to say."
Hannah's eyes gleamed with anticipation, her fingers twisting in the hem of her shirt. "You think she'll admit it? That she... wants you that badly?"
I turned to her, my gaze sharp. "I know she will. Because deep down, Haruna's not just jealous—she's terrified. Terrified of losing what she thinks is hers. And when that fear bubbles over, she won't be able to hide it anymore."
Yuko, who had been silent until now, crossed her arms. "And what if she doesn't? What if she just... walks away?"
I smirked. "She won't. Because we won't give her the chance."
"I think when the drama reached this far, it should be enough to finally put an end to our drama. We'll tell her everything—and after that, you can leave the rest to me. I'll definitely convince Haruna."
Hannah glanced at Yuko, her voice hesitant. "Sister... are you okay with this?"
Yuko met her gaze, her expression unreadable but her voice steady. "If this is what makes my sister happy... then I'm willing to do anything."
I smirked internally. Of course she is. Yuko wasn't just protective—she was obsessed. A sis-con through and through.
It explained why she'd followed Haruna to Germany after their mother uncovered her identity as a female assassin. She'd do anything for her sister... even play along with my games.
I checked the time, my tone shifting to urgency. "It's getting late. Aunt Julie is still waiting for me at court. I'll call you both once I'm back."
I looked between them, my voice leaving no room for argument. " After I deal with the case proceedings with Aunt Julie, we'll execute the plan."
I turned to Yuko, my voice low. "When I call, you'll meet me downstairs. I'll ask Aunt Julie to go to your apartment—so you'll need to think of an excuse to leave her there while you step out.'" I didn't bother hiding my amusement. Yuko had no idea Julie was mine—or that she was already complicit in this little scheme.
Hannah nodded, though her brows furrowed. "Okay... I'll take Haruna out once Sister Yuko leaves the apartment after your call. But where will you be, so I know where to go?"
I looked at Yuko, raising an eyebrow. "Where should we go? It's your place—you'd know best."
Yuko hesitated for only a second. "There's a café at the corner of this street. Just head in that direction."
Hannah nodded and turned to leave, but not before shooting me one last lingering, hungry look.
Once Hannah was gone, Yuko's voice cut through the silence, sharp with warning. "What are you actually going to do?" Her eyes narrowed. "I told you before—you can't touch me. You get that, right? And don't even think of trying anything... otherwise—"
I didn't need her to finish. My telepathy caught the unspoken thought drifting through her mind: [I can't even kill him... Haruna likes him too much.]
I stepped closer, my voice gentle—mocking. "Don't worry, Yuko. You're my sister-in-law." My fingers brushed against her arm, light as a feather. "How could I do anything to my sister-in-law? And I won't touch you without your consent."
Yuko's eyes flashed like a blade unsheathed, her voice a venomous whisper. "What do you mean, without my consent? I will never let you touch me willingly."
A slow, knowing chuckle rumbled in my chest. "We'll see about that."
Her breath hitched, but I didn't give her time to argue. My tone shifted—colder, darker, laced with the kind of command that made her fingers twitch at her sides. "You should head back now." A pause, just long enough to let the weight of my words sink in. "Give me your number."
She hesitated, her jaw clenching, but she didn't refuse. The fire in her gaze didn't dim as she handed it over, her fingers brushing against mine just long enough to make it clear this wasn't submission—it was a temporary truce.
I leaned in, my voice a low murmur against the shell of her ear. "When I call, you come. Alone." My breath ghosted over her skin, and I watched the way her pulse jumped in her throat.
"Leave Hannah and Haruna behind. Once we're at the café, I'll signal Hannah to bring Haruna for that walk." My smirk was a promise. "Then... we begin."
Yuko's exhale was sharp, her chest rising and falling with restrained fury. But she nodded.
I let my lips curl, my voice a velvet promise wrapped in steel. "Don't worry. In the end, I'll fix everything." A beat. A dark, lingering pause. "I promise." My eyes locked onto hers. "And if I can't... well, you can kill me."
Her gaze burned into mine, deadly calm. "Yeah." A slow, dangerous smile curved her lips. "I was thinking the same thing. If anything happens to Haruna..." She didn't finish. She didn't need to.
I met her stare, unflinching. "Fair enough."
As she turned to leave, I watched the way her hips moved, the tension coiled in her shoulders—already imagining how this game would play out.
Yuko might resist now, might fight it with every fiber of her being... but resistance was just the first act. It wouldn't be long before she was the one pressing herself against me, her body betraying her before her mind ever could.
My phone buzzed.
I pulled it out, my thumb hovering over the screen. The image loaded—Julie. A selfie, taken in the washroom.
The mirror behind her reflected the stark white tiles, the cold fluorescent lights casting shadows under her cheekbones. Her lips were parted, her fingers trembling just slightly as they clutched the phone. The hem of her skirt rode up just enough to tease, the curve of her thigh visible in the reflection.
I didn't hesitate. Directly used the Teleportation ability.
One second, I was standing there. Next, I was behind her, my body crushing against hers, my arms wrapping around her waist and yanking her back against me with a possessive jerk.
Julie gasped, her spine arching as her eyes locked onto our reflection in the mirror—her cheeks flushed, her lips parting in a silent oh.
"Julie..." My voice was rough, my lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear. I could feel the way her breath hitched, the way her body instantly melted into mine, even as her mind raced for excuses.
My hand slid down, palm flattening against her stomach before drifting lower, fingers tracing the bare, smooth skin beneath her skirt. "Why don't we finish what we started in the car?"
She squirmed in my grip, her bare ass pressing back against me—hard. A low groan rumbled in my chest as I felt her, the heat of her skin seeping into me, the way her hips rolled just slightly, as if she couldn't help herself.
My cock twitched, thickening against the curve of her ass, and I knew she could feel it—knew the moment she realized how fucking hard I was for her.
"Ah—" Her voice was thick, breathy, her fingers digging into my forearms.
"We can't—we're in the women's washroom..." Her words were a weak protest, her body already betraying her. "Anyone could walk in... and Elyas's case—it's about to start—we don't have time—"
I tightened my hold, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. "Then we'd better make the most of the time we do have."
My free hand slid up, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse. Her nipple was already hard, pressing against my palm, and I rolled it between my fingers, earning a sharp, needy gasp from her lips.
"Jack—" Her voice was a desperate whisper, her hips rocking back against me again, her body moving on instinct. "This is reckless... what if someone—"
"Let them watch." My voice was a growl, my cock now fully hard, pressing insistently against her bare ass. I ground against her, just once, and she whimpered, her thighs clamping together.
"You like that, don't you?" My hand slipped beneath her skirt, fingers sliding over the slick, swollen folds of her pussy. "You like the thought of getting caught... of someone seeing you like this—soaking wet, no panties, my fingers inside you."
"N-no—" But her voice broke, her body arching into my touch as my fingers found her dripping entrance. "I—I can't think when you—ah!"
"Then don't think." My teeth sank into her earlobe, just hard enough to make her gasp. "Just feel."
Her breath came in sharp, uneven pants, her hips rolling against my hand as I teased her bare pussy, my fingers circling her clit before slipping inside.
"We shouldn't—" she managed, but her words dissolved into a moan as I curled my fingers, finding that sweet, sensitive spot inside her.
"Fuck, Julie." My voice was a dark murmur, my cock throbbing against her ass as I felt her tighten around my fingers.
"You're dripping for me. No panties." I pulled my fingers out just enough to drag them lower, my thumb pressing against the tight, forbidden pucker of her asshole. "Good girl."
"Jack—!" Her voice hitched, her body tensing as my thumb circled her asshole, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. "W-what are you—?"
"Shh." My lips brushed her throat, my voice a dark, commanding purr. "You know you want it." I pressed my thumb firmly against her, not enough to breach, but enough to make her squirm, her breath coming in sharp little gasps. "You've thought about it, haven't you? About me filling you everywhere?"
"I—I—" Her voice was a broken whisper, her body trembling as I kept up the relentless pressure, my fingers still buried inside her soaking pussy while my thumb teased her tight asshole.
"You're mine, Julie." My voice was a growl, my cock aching as I imagined sinking into her both ways. "Every. Fucking. Inch of you."
"Jack, please—" Her voice was a plea, her nails digging into my skin as her hips bucked against my hand. "I can't—I can't take it—"
"Yes, you can." My thumb pressed harder, my fingers pumping into her pussy in a rhythm that made her legs shake. "And you will."
Her body shuddered in my arms, her breath hitching as she came undone, her pussy clenching around my fingers while her ass tightened against my thumb, as if begging for more. I held her there, my cock painfully hard against her ass, knowing this was just the beginning.
"Next time," I murmured against her skin, my voice rough with promise, "I won't stop at just my fingers." My thumb pressed harder, just for a second, making her gasp. "I'm going to fuck this tight little ass. And you're going to beg for it."
I pulled my fingers back from her pussy and asshole.... and I left Julie's body.. with a hard cock... bulging in my pants..
Julie's legs trembled violently, her thighs slick and sticky with the proof of her orgasm. She could feel it—thick, warm, and obscene—trickling down the inside of her thighs, a slow, unmistakable drizzle of her own desire. Her breath came in ragged, shameful gasps as she pressed her palms against the sink, her fingers clawing at the porcelain for support.
"Nn—!" A broken whimper escaped her as she spread her legs just slightly, the movement sending another drip of her arousal sliding down her skin. She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, her cheeks burning crimson as she glanced down, watching the glistening trail of her release painting her thighs.
"S-shi—" She cut herself off with a sharp inhale, her voice thick with mortification. She couldn't bear it—the way it clung to her skin, the way it marked her as mine. With a shuddering breath, she ripped a handful of tissues from the dispenser, her movements frantic, embarrassed.
"Aah—!" She pressed the tissue between her thighs, wiping at the mess I'd made of her. The rough friction sent a jolt of over-sensitivity through her, her body jerking as she cleaned herself.
She could still feel me—my fingers inside her, my thumb pressing against her ass, my voice growling filthy promises in her ear. The tissue came away soaked, the evidence of her desperation smeared across the thin paper.
"N-no, no, no—" She grabbed another tissue, stretching her leg out to reach the last drips near her knee, her body bent at an obscene angle as she tried to scrub away the proof of what I'd done to her. The movement pulled her skirt up higher, exposing even more of her bare, flushed skin to the cold air—and to me.
I didn't move. I didn't have to.
I just watched, my cock throbbing as she squirmed, her embarrassment only making me harder. The way her thighs trembled, the way her breath hitched every time she touched herself—it was intoxicating.
Then, as if she'd suddenly remembered I was still there, Julie froze.
Her eyes darted to me in the mirror, wide and horrified and hungry all at once. She swallowed hard, her fingers twisting the damp tissue into a tight knot. For a second, she just stared at me, her chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths, her mind clearly warring between shame and need.
Then, with a shaky exhale, she turned toward me.
Her hand trembled as she reached for mine—the same hand that had just been buried inside her, the same fingers that had stroked her until she came undone. She wanted to clean me off, to erase the evidence from my skin the way she'd tried to from hers.
But I was faster.
I pulled my hand back, my eyes locked onto hers as I brought my fingers to my lips. Her breath caught, her entire body freezing as she watched me slowly, deliberately lick her juices from my skin.
"J-Jack—!" Her voice was a mortified squeak, her face flaming as I swirled my tongue over my fingers, savoring every drop of her. "S-stop—! That's—!"
I didn't.
I sucked my fingers into my mouth, one by one, hollowing my cheeks as I drew out every last taste of her. A low, approving hum vibrated in my throat, my eyes locked onto hers like a predator savoring its prey.
"Mmm..." I pulled my fingers from my mouth with a wet, obscene pop, my tongue tracing my lower lip to catch the last of her. "So fucking sweet, Julie." My voice was a dark purr, my cock throbbing as I watched her squirm, her thighs pressing together like she could hide the mess I'd made of her.
"I can still taste you on my tongue. Thick. Sticky." My gaze dropped to her thighs, where the glistening evidence of her arousal still clung to her skin. "Just like the mess you're still dripping all over your thighs."
Julie's cheeks flamed, but her eyes burned with something fiercer than embarrassment. She crossed her arms, her voice laced with false indignation—but I heard the tremor beneath it.
"You are so bad..." she muttered, her lower lip jutted out in a pout that only made me want to bite it. "Always teasing me..."
I pulled her against me, my arms wrapping around her waist like a cage. "I just love you too much," I murmured, my voice rough with something darker than affection.
My lips brushed the top of her head, but my grip tightened, possessive. "More than you know."
Julie stiffened in my arms, her voice sharpening with suspicion. "Hmph..." She tilted her head back to glare at me, her dark eyes searching mine.
"You must be seduced by that, Yuko, right?" Her fingers dug into my shirt, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Tell me. What were you doing with her?"
I didn't flinch. I didn't deny it.
Instead, I smirked, my thumb tracing circles on the small of her back—just above the damp skin of her thighs. "Jealous, Julie?"
Her breath hitched, her nails biting into my chest. "I'm not—!" But the flush creeping down her neck betrayed her. "Is she..." Her voice wavered, just for a second. "Is she also going to be my sister?"
The doubt in her voice was raw, vulnerable—and it made something feral stir in my chest.