16: Fuck Off! Bitch!

Yusuke stood under the hot shower, water pouring over his body and cascading down his skin. Steam rose to fill the small bathroom as droplets traced down his face and his muscles relaxed beneath the steady flow.

"How should I deal with her now?" Letting the hot water hit his face, Yusuke thought about the girl happily cooking in the kitchen.

After this bitch intruded into his place, Yusuke began to think about how to speed up taming her. She was too dangerous. Even though he was stronger and tougher now, he wasn't a superman. There were many things that could bring him down.

"After the earlier round of training, her submission value got stuck at 60. No matter what I did, it wouldn't go up." Yusuke scrubbed his body, giving special attention to his ding dong.

After stepping on her and treating her like a dog earlier in his bedroom, Murayama's submission jumped up to 60.

The submission value is divided into four categories: 1 to 30 is Rebellious, 31 to 60 is Possessive, 61 to 90 is Dependent, and 91 to 100 is Devoted.

If Murayama were to reach 61, she would shift from 'Possessive' to 'Dependent,' becoming much more obedient to him. However, that one missing point was hard to achieve because it signified a qualitative change, unlike the quantitative changes he had made earlier.

"It feels like she needs a great shock to make any progress. Wait...!" Yusuke turned off the shower and stepped out. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

"A great shock?"

"Yes! That actually could work!" Yusuke grabbed a towel, wiped his hair, and laughed.

He had thought of a way to push Murayama's submission to the 'Dependent' level. If he didn't screw up, he could even raise it to 70 and finish his quest today!

Walking out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, Yusuke passed by the kitchen and saw Murayama cooking while humming softly.

She stood with her back to him, frying eggs and sausages. She looked delicate and beautiful. For a moment, Yusuke had the illusion that she was a perfect housewife, but he quickly scoffed at the stupid thought. He walked to the living room and sat on the sofa.

The moment Yusuke opened his messaging app, he was greeted by 999+ notifications from Aika.

"Did she even sleep?" He blinked twice at the sheer volume before tapping the first message:

"Yu-sama! I made it home safely! Did you too?"

"Yu-sama! I miss you so much, it hurts!"

"I came so fast! Look! My panties are soaked through!" (Attachment: 1 image)

"Yu-sama! I'm stripping naked right now!" (Attachment: 1 image)

"My pussy is dripping just thinking about you~"

"Yu-sama! I'm using your gift to fuck myself like a desperate slut! Call me disgusting, please~!" (Attachment: 1 video)

The messages started out normal, like any girl in love chatting. But soon, they began to sound like the usual Aika. She even sent pictures of her panties, lifting her skirt, and snapping photos of them in front of the mirror. Then came pictures of her undressing, followed by a close-up of her naked slit, fingers spreading it, dripping with clear crystal liquid.

Then, as he scrolled down, he saw a video.

"Ahn~ Yu-sama~ Yu-sama~ Mmm~"

When he clicked it, her moaning suddenly spilled out of the phone. It seemed she had followed his order and filmed herself masturbating.

"She's really a stupid pervert," Yusuke muttered helplessly, but his eyes stayed glued to the phone screen.

A huge bulge began to rise beneath the towel around his waist, creating a noticeable tent.

"What are you doing, Yu-kun?" Suddenly, a cold, creepy voice sounded behind him. Just from the voice alone, Yusuke got goosebumps. Her face was dangerously close as she stared at him with dark, vacant eyes.

'Here it is.' Yusuke resisted the urge to just throw a punch at her face. Those eyes reminded him of the scene when he woke up without limbs. He put away the phone and replied calmly, "Texting a girl. She's a huge pervert sending me her masturbation videos."

As he spoke, a smile spread across his face. "She looks too easy. Maybe I'll get to sleep with her today."

"What do you think, Murayama?"

"Another girl?" Murayama didn't answer. Instead, she stood still, head lowered, muttering, "Yu-kun is looking at another girl?"

"Yu-kun is going to leave me!"

"No! That can't happen!"

"Can't happen!"

"Yu-kun is mine!" 

"Mine!!!"

Buzz!!

Suddenly, she pulled something from her skirt and, without any warning, stabbed Yusuke with it!

The electric baton jabbed into Yusuke's back, sending intense pain through his body. He trembled slightly. It was the same electric baton Murayama had used to knock him unconscious when she kidnapped him.

However, this time Yusuke wasn't the same as in the previous timeline. Not only had he anticipated this, but he was also ready for it. His physique stat was 2, meaning his durability, resistance, and recovery were twice what peak humans could achieve.

Although he felt some pain, nothing serious happened. He still retained his consciousness.

Slap!

Yusuke spun around sharply and raised his hand, slapping Murayama hard and sending her crashing against the wall. He roared, "What the fuck are you doing, bitch?"

"Fuck, that hurts like hell!" he hissed through the pain. If it weren't for the bitch system assuring him he wouldn't be knocked out, he wouldn't have dared to take the stunt baton head-on.

"Yu-kun!" Murayama lifted her head, her once-combed hair now a messy tangle across her twisted face. She supported herself on the ground with both hands, reaching for the electric baton that had slipped from her grip.

"Bitch, you don't learn at all!" Yusuke moved faster. He kicked the baton away, grabbed her by the neck, and lifted her effortlessly into the air. His eyes turned cold. He was finally ready to unleash all the negative emotions he had been holding back.

In truth, Yusuke didn't like hitting women. He hadn't hit a single girl since kindergarten.

If it weren't for Aika, a massive masochist who literally begged him to treat her like trash, and this bitch Murayama, who made his life a living hell, he wouldn't lay a hand on either of them.

"Agh! Yu-kun~" Murayama grabbed the hand around her neck with both hands, her legs kicking wildly in the air. She seemed to be struggling, but what darkened Yusuke's expression was the clear trail of love juice seeping from her thighs. Even in this situation, this bitch still managed to get aroused by his touch.

"Stupid bitch!" Yusuke flung his arm, throwing her across the room. He pointed at the door. "Fuck off right now before I kill you!"

Murayama froze in place. Her face turned pale as wax, her breath caught in her throat, and her wide, lifeless eyes stared at the floor. Yusuke's voice echoed in her ears like a cruel curse that wouldn't stop. His words made her heart shatter.

Yu-kun didn't want her anymore!

Yu-kun hated her!

He no longer wanted to see her!

She curled up, knees drawn close, rocking slightly as her mind spun in endless circles. 'Yu-kun doesn't want me... Yu-kun hates me... Yu-kun is leaving me...' The thoughts stabbed over and over, each one sharper than the last. Her tears fell without sound, dripping down her cheeks, pooling onto the floor beneath her like they were draining her soul with them.

'Yu-kun is going to leave me, he is going to leave me!'

"No! I can't let this happen!" Suddenly, her eyes regained some light. She crawled toward Yusuke and grabbed his legs.

"Yu-kun! I love you! You know I love you! I love you so much! Please don't leave me! Please!"

"You can't do this to me. I love you!"

Yusuke looked down at her with disgust. "Yes, I know you love me, but I don't."

"Why should I love someone who stalked me, planted cameras to spy on me, and even used trackers to follow me? I was kind enough to give you a fucking chance, but you, bitch, actually attacked me!" Murayama's pale face turned even paler. Each word he spoke pierced through her heart like a dagger.

She had thought he was oblivious to her actions, but in reality, he knew all along and just played along with her. He even gave her a chance, but because of her stupidity, she blew it all up!

"Where did you get the audacity to expect me to love you back?" Yusuke kicked away the hands clinging to him, then delivered the final blow. "Get the fuck out of my house right now, or I'll call the cops!"

"If I ever see you in my life again, I'll sell this house and leave this town. No, I'll leave this whole fucking country. I want to see if you can find me again in this life!"

Murayama reached out and grabbed the hem of his towel. Her body trembled violently, as if she were trapped in a freezer. The thought of a future without her Yu-kun was unbearable, too cruel to even imagine.

She could endure the darkness if she had never seen the light. But Yusuke was her light. No, he wasn't just her light, he was her air, her whole damn life. Without him, life was meaningless.

"Yu-kun, don't leave me! I'm a stupid bitch! A disgusting stalker! An ungrateful wreck! Please give me a chance! I'll make it up to you! I'll never try to harm you or spy on you again! I'll be an obedient dog! The best obedient pet you'll ever have! Don't leave me! Don't leave me, Sobb... sob..."

Murayama pressed herself against his leg, rubbing her face on it, begging in the humblest way possible. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she kissed his toes, trying to appeal to him. When his cold silence remained unbroken, she finally broke down, sobbing as if her very soul was torn apart.

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