Johnny_Sensei

Our Secret, Our Sin

Haruto’s life was supposed to be simple—just another forgettable high school student with a quiet past. But when his father suddenly remarries, he finds himself living under the same roof as Himari, his new stepsister… the one girl he could never forget.

She was his first love. His first regret. And now, his biggest temptation.

Forced to suppress their growing feelings, Haruto and Himari struggle to keep their relationship normal. But when a single mistake puts them in the crosshairs of Ryosuke, Haruto’s so-called "friend," their fragile secret is threatened. Ryosuke holds a photo—a single moment captured in time that could destroy everything.

But Ryosuke doesn’t know who Haruto really is.

Because Haruto has a past. A past so dark that if anyone uncovered it, his entire world would crumble.

As love and danger intertwine, Haruto must fight against the sins of his past, the desires of his present, and the uncertain future that looms ahead.

How far will he go to protect the one person he can’t live without?

And when the truth is revealed… will love be enough to survive?


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Our Secret, Our Sin

The gymnasium doors slammed shut behind Haruto.

Twenty men. Armed. Watching. Waiting.

Kirisaki stood at the center, hands in his pockets, grinning like this was all a game. "Still think I should've brought more?"

Haruto chuckled, slowly rolling his neck. Crack. Crack. His golden eyes gleamed under the flickering lights.

"If anything, you brought too many. This is overkill for one person."

At his signal, the first three men lunged—knives flashing under the dim light.

Not until they were in striking distance.

CRACK. The sound of a wrist snapping.

Before the second man could react, Haruto was already behind him. A precise elbow strike to the spine—instant collapse.

The third tried to slash at Haruto's throat—but Haruto caught his wrist mid-swing.

He twisted. SNAP. The man screamed.

Haruto let his body drop like trash.

Even Kirisaki's smirk wavered for a moment.

Haruto adjusted his cufflinks, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve.

The next wave hesitated—but then, a taller man stepped forward.

Unlike the others, he didn't charge recklessly.

Haruto's eyes flickered with interest.

Kirisaki grinned. "Let me introduce you. This one's special."

The man cracked his knuckles. His muscles were coiled with controlled power, and his movements were precise.

Haruto's smile widened. "Oh? Now we're talking."

BOOM. He was fast. His footwork smooth, efficient.

His first punch was a blur—Haruto barely dodged.

A second blow followed, and Haruto blocked it with one hand—only to feel the sheer weight behind it.

Kirisaki chuckled. "See? Not just some thug."

Haruto's pulse quickened. "I'll admit… this might actually be fun."

A spinning kick. A precise elbow strike. A feint into a knee aimed at Haruto's ribs.

Haruto dodged, blocked, redirected—his golden eyes analyzing.

His fist shot out, lightning-fast.

The assassin barely had time to raise his guard—but it didn't matter.

The man staggered, coughing up blood.

The assassin crashed against the wall. His breath was ragged.

Haruto cracked his knuckles. "That was fun. But it's over."

Haruto sighed. "Don't embarrass yourself."

Then he grabbed the man's face—and slammed him into the floor.

The remaining sixteen men? They backed away. Fear in their eyes.

The difference in power was undeniable.

Haruto turned to Kirisaki, his golden eyes cold. "Was that it?"

Kirisaki's grin widened. "Of course not."

Then, the real enemy stepped forward.

A second assassin. But something about him felt different.

And for the first time that night—he felt a chill.

Chapter 32 – The King Doesn’t Kneel