Makoto walked home, the cold night air doing little to cool the rage simmering in his gut. He pushed open the door to his apartment.
The lazy, post-dinner peace had disappeared. Mirai Nikki was playing on the television, but no one was watching. The three girls turned to look at him as he entered. Their expressions, which had been a mix of boredom and sleepy contentment, snapped into sharp focus.
He called out to them, his voice low. "I know we have a deadline for those cosplays, but... we need to ruin a man's life, and I need your help. The deadline is next Saturday."
Ayane was the first to move. She sat up straight, the lazy slouch gone, her eyes wide and bright. "Ruin a man's life?" she repeated, her voice excited. A slow grin spread across her face. "Fuck the cosplay deadline. This is way more interesting." She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. "Who are we killing?"
Yuna just stared at him, her face hard and cold. She didn't ask who or why. "Is he the one who hurt Mafuyu-nee?" Each word came out sharp.
But Mika was the most terrifying. She just sat there with her usual serene smile on her face. But her eyes were shining with a wild, adoring light. The kind, gentle facade had vanished, replaced by the yandere underneath.
The remote control was in her hand. With a soft click, she paused the TV. The image of Yuno Gasai, her face splattered with blood, a sweet smile on her face, froze on the screen. She set the remote down. "Tell us everything, darling," she said softly.
Makoto explained the situation, his voice flat and calm beneath the simmering rage. He told them about the bruise, about the three-way, about the love hotel with the one-way mirror. He told them about the quiet terror in Mafuyu-nee's eyes. He didn't leave anything out.
When he finished, the room was silent.
"Next Saturday," Mika whispered. She tilted her head, gazing at him with unconditional worship. "That gives us six days."
He almost flinched at the cold glee in her eyes. He chopped Mika's forehead as she leaned closer, a fond smile on his face. "No violence or illegal stuff, Mika! I don't know what you're thinking, but you look really dangerous just now."
Mika didn't even flinch at the chop. She just blinked, her sweet smile never wavering. She leaned into his touch, a soft purring sound in her chest. "Illegal?" she repeated. "Of course not. We wouldn't want to get our hands dirty."
Her eyes sparkled. "I was just thinking about some... creative problem-solving."
Yuna was a coiled spring. She paced the small living room like a caged animal. "No illegal stuff?" she snarled.
"Fuck that! I want to ruin him, destroy him. I want to make him wish he had never been born." She whirled on Makoto, eyes blazing. "Are you actually going to do it? The threesome?" Her voice mixed disgust with curiosity.
"Wait, wait, wait." Ayane held up her hands, a slow grin spreading across her face. She looked at him with new respect. "Let me get this straight. You're going to walk into a love hotel room, fuck your childhood crush in front of her abusive boyfriend, and then what? Just leave?"
"Well, I'm going to do the fucking, of course. Two birds with one stone, taking back my Mafuyu-nee while I NTR that bastard." He looked at them, eyes bright.
Ayane shook her head, chuckling. "It's not a plan, but that's a good start. And you're missing the climax." She leaned forward, a wicked idea dawning in her eyes. "We're not just going to ruin his night. We're going to film it."
Makoto bowed to the girls. "Can I entrust you all with the ruining part? Help me destroy him! Make sure he's never able to come near her again."
Yuna's face, which had been a mask of murderous rage, contorted into a slow, wicked grin. "Oh, you can entrust us," she said. "We'll be so thorough, he'll wish he was never born." She cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
Ayane's grin was just as predatory, but her methods were more creative. "His name is Tatsuya, isn't it? I'll take care of his social life," she said, already pulling out her phone, her thumbs flying across the screen.
"A few well-placed anonymous emails to his boss about his... activities. A carefully edited photo or two, tagging his company's social media. By the time I'm done, he won't be able to get a job cleaning toilets."
And Mika just smiled, her angelic smile that was both beautiful and terrifying. "I will handle his personal details with Ayane." She looked up at him, eyes shining. "I'll find out where he lives, where he works, who his family is, what he's afraid of."
She stood, her movements fluid and graceful. "And then," she whispered, her smile never wavering, "I'll make sure he understands what happens to people who hurt the ones you love."
Makoto kissed their cheeks. "Thanks a lot. You guys are really the best I've ever had." He looked at them, eyes sparkling. "I'll leave the details to you all."
He paused, a grin on his face. "Just... curious." His voice turned soft. "Will the same thing happen to me if I don't act properly?"
Mika was the first to answer. She turned, her angelic smile never faltering, and placed a cool hand on his cheek. "Oh, darling," she whispered. "Of course not." She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "It would be so much worse."
Ayane let out a low, throaty chuckle. "Don't worry, harem king," she said. She gave his ass a firm squeeze. "You're ours, we don't break our own toys." Her smile turned wicked. "We just like to play with them. A lot."
Yuna scoffed. But she didn't pull away when he kissed her. In fact, she leaned into it, a small sigh escaping her lips. She grabbed the front of his shirt, her grip strong. "Just don't give us a reason to," she said. But there was a flicker of something in her eyes: a raw vulnerability, a silent plea? "Don't hurt us like he hurt her."
She shoved him away, a furious blush on her face. "Now get back to your room. We have a scumbag to destroy. Don't distract us!"