Stealing Spree

Chapter 1220: No Point

If what he sent meant what we think it was then… he’d just climb up the ranks of the cuck list. While I kept calling Ogawa and the others a cuck, they’re certainly not like him who takes pleasure in being one.         

Hell, he’s also the type who won’t easily be humiliated. Even if I say that I will steal Ohori-senpai from him, it will just excite the glorified cuck rather than be hurt by it. That’s how hopeless he was.     

That’s why as much as possible, I don’t want to deal with someone like him. Yet here I am now.     

If Ohori-senpai still chooses to remain with him then I will back away and stop helping her because that means she’s equally hopeless.     

“What are you going to do now, senpai?” I asked the girl as I watched her return to the bed.     

Her gloom had just grown further as she was still processing that revelation.     

Sure, she suspected him of doing all those things to make her jealous. But never in her wildest dreams that the guy would love it if he were stolen by someone else.     

If anything, she was probably heartbroken right now. Her devotion would lead to something too degenerate if she abided by what he wished for.     

“… Tell me what to do, Onoda-kun.”     

After a minute or two, that was the only answer she could come up with. She probably gave up thinking and shut her mind down. Following that, the girl let her body fall to the bed, face down. And another minute after that, her subdued sobs filled the room. The same as before, but with a different reason, the poor girl once again broke down in tears.     

“If you’re going to ask me, I’ll say leave him. You do not deserve to be treated this way – an outlet to fulfill his fetish. He might be being truthful when he says he loves you but that love is skewed, to begin with, if that’s his intention from the start.”     

Well, there’s no use comforting her. I simply highlighted the fact presented to both of us.     

Besides, the girl had to air that frustration out before deciding on what to do from now on.     

And because of my aversion to that type of person, my hands were tied. I couldn’t offer anything more than that advice.     

Minutes passed and Ohori-senpai remained on the bed. Her sobs had started to die down but whenever her phone would vibrate from the guy’s new message, she’d once again cry.     

Perhaps, the bed was now wet with a different kind of liquid than most couples left behind.     

I thought of telling Aoi about this but since she had me promise to keep this to myself, I dropped that thought.     

When Ohori-senpai finally calmed down, her eyes were once again sore.     

I handed her my handkerchief but she refused to take it. Instead, she stood up and said, “I’ll take a shower, Onoda-kun. You can leave me behind. I’m certain he’s waiting outside. Very excited at that. I can’t trouble you more than this.”     

“I understand, senpai. Then take your time here.” As I said that, I also stood up and walked to the girl. Even though she rejected my handkerchief, I kind of don’t want to leave without doing something else for her.     

And so, even when she tried turning her head away, I held her by her chin and had her look up at me before wiping her tears and the stains they left behind on her beautiful face.     

Once that was done, I took a step back, turned around, and left the room.     

She needed that alone time. If I remained in that room, my presence would just hinder her and she might not make any rational decision.     

Anyway, I have something else to do now…     

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Before leaving the establishment, I asked a favor to the receptionist. By leaving my number to her, I told her to inform me when the girl with me leaves.     

Normally, I would’ve been snubbed by her but thanks to my transformation, she easily accepted it with a delightful smile.     

As soon as I walked back into the street, my eyes scoured the surroundings, this time, more meticulously to find that degenerate.     

Right. Rather than stay there and bring the guy a kick out of his fetish by seeing us leaving together, I decided to see how much of a hopeless case he is.     

Fortunately, the guy wasn’t being subtle anymore and I remembered his face from when I spotted him near the school.     

He’s hiding behind a nearby tree where he could easily see the entrance to the love hotel. With the phone in his hand, he looked like he was typing and sending messages over and over while showing signs of irritation.     

Most likely, he’s pressuring Ohori-senpai to send a photo of what’s happening but ever since we entered that room, she only left him on ‘read’.     

Anyway, that’s a better look for him. Irritated and frustrated rather than a look of euphoria from satisfaction.     

As I approached him, the guy was too busy to notice me. And so, without waiting for him to react and ignoring the other pedestrians, I grabbed him by the back of his neck, lifting him from where he was sitting.     

His reflex worked and he tried to remove my hand but as I tightened my grip on it, he instantly winced in pain before looking up at his aggressor.     

However, upon recognizing me as the guy with Ohori-senpai, his eyes immediately shook before they shone with gratification. It’s as if he’s looking at someone who granted his wish.     

And following that, he disgustingly smirked, “Oh! It’s you! Thank yo—”     

Before he could finish that, my other hand instantly ejected and sent a slap to his cheek, strong enough to shake his brain and loud enough to get the nearby pedestrians to stop and check what happened.     

To this kind of guy, talking to him is useless. But at the same time, beating him like this was also not a solution. That’s why… after that slap, I dragged him with me to an alley between two buildings.     

While some people saw what I did and they started murmuring to each other, none of them dared to step up.     

And that’s for the best. Otherwise, I would have to scare them off.     

Anyway, without any strength to put up a struggle, I almost carried all his weight. But that’s fine, it’s not that far anyway.     

Once we arrived at a rather secluded spot in that alley, I released my hold on his neck and pushed him. His back hit the wall with a loud thud before he slid down to the ground.     

As I looked down at him, the guy raised his head and chuckled, “So, you’re this type of guy, huh? Are you her protector now? Tell me, how does she tast—”     

Not letting him finish his words again, I unhesitatingly stomped on his stomach, enough for him to cough out and scramble for his lost breath.     

And that repeated a few more times.     

I never uttered a word to him but every time he would open his mouth to talk about that disgusting fetish of his and how he kept on trying to feed his fantasy regarding what happened between Ohori-senpai and me, I would stomp down in increasing intensity.     

By the time I received the receptionist’s message about Ohori-senpai leaving the establishment, I delivered another stomp and left that alley.     

As I expected, she’s also standing where I was earlier, searching for the guy’s figure in the crowd.     

“Senpai, let me send you home.” Without uttering what I did and ignoring her surprise at seeing me, I grabbed the girl’s wrist and started walking in the opposite direction from that alley.         

Even if there’s only a small chance for that guy to get up soon and see us, I didn’t want to gamble on it and give him the pleasure he was seeking.     

Perhaps noticing the different air around me, Ohori-senpai, who was trying to keep up with my steps, asked, “Onoda-kun, what did you do?”