Yoshihiro Shimoda's words were ingratiating. Mao Nakaizumi was momentarily overwhelmed, standing still, unsure how to proceed.
Their conversation was clearly heard by Shiori Fuyutsuki and Yui Nakaizumi. Their reactions were strikingly different. Yui Nakaizumi was thinking about why the hateful uncle was here now. But remembering what happened to Shiori-chan, she immediately turned to Shiori Fuyutsuki, finding her trembling all over, her purple pupils dilated abnormally, sweat oozing from her pale forehead, her expression vacant.
"Shiori-chan, you'll be fine. He can't get into the apartment. You're safe..." Yui Nakaizumi's heart tightened. She quickly slid off the seat, rushed to Shiori Fuyutsuki, hugged her tightly, and gently stroked her short blonde hair, whispering comfort into her ear.
If Mao Nakaizumi had been hesitant earlier, she had now made her choice. She could tolerate Yoshihiro Shimoda staying at home all the time without working, and she didn't mind giving him her hard-earned money monthly to ensure he wouldn't starve, but his intention to harm Shiori Fuyutsuki was unforgivable.
"Leave. I never want to see you again. I will still deposit money into your account on time to ensure you don't starve, but I also hope you never appear in front of me or Shiori-chan again." Mao Nakaizumi clenched her hands into fists, speaking every word without looking at the door.
She felt a weight lift off her shoulders after speaking, but pain flashed in her eyes. She couldn't understand why the chubby little boy who used to chase after her, needed her comfort when he fell, and would flirt with their parents, had turned into this person.
Why couldn't he learn to be responsible? Her parents had exhausted themselves running around and even knelt and begged to convince the girl's family not to press charges for the attempted defilement in middle school. Otherwise, he wouldn't have just spent two weeks in the reformatory. After that, her parents fell ill and died prematurely. She wanted Yoshihiro Shimoda to come home to mourn, but he told her that those two old folks had nothing to do with him. If she could tolerate him being immature when he was younger... it was different now.
In the following years, he only holed up in his paper house in a drunken stupor. As his older sister, unable to watch him continue to decline, she swallowed her pride and begged a man who was fond of her to get him a decent job, thinking he would turn over a new leaf... but it was a mistake after all.
"I truly know I was wrong, Sister. Just open the door."
"..."
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Auntie will protect you." Mao Nakaizumi ignored Yoshihiro Shimoda's words, walking straight to Shiori Fuyutsuki. She bent down, gently stroking her petite body, her mature face showing both affection and self-reproach.
"Fei-yu..." Comforted by the two women, Shiori Fuyutsuki's fear subsided significantly. Hearing the familiar name, she felt transported back to that night, to the boy who had protected her and said similar words. A strong sense of attachment erupted in her heart, and she couldn't help but murmur his name.
Yoshihiro Shimoda continued to talk to himself, constantly reiterating his desire for Mao Nakaizumi to open the door. As if realizing Mao Nakaizumi wouldn't open the door, Yoshihiro Shimoda suddenly fell silent. A strange quiet descended outside the door. Normally, this would be a good sign, perhaps indicating Yoshihiro Shimoda had wisely left.
But Yui Nakaizumi and Mao Nakaizumi's hearts sank. A bad premonition suddenly appeared. They instinctively looked at each other.
Before Mao Nakaizumi could walk to the door to check, a huge crash shook the door, as if something had violently slammed against it. The sound terrified the three women. They wondered about the brutality of the person behind the door.
"Hahaha, since you won't open the door, I'll open it myself! Hahaha!"
"Bang!"
"Yoshihiro Shimoda... stop hitting the door, or... or I'll call the police!" Mao Nakaizumi fumbled for her phone, quickly opening the page for emergency services.
"Call the police?? Hahaha, I'd like to see who's faster: the police or me!" More violent impacts came from the doorway. The three women could clearly see dust puffing up around the door frame, and even faint cracks appearing on the wall. If their door hadn't been metal, those few impacts would probably have torn it open.
But it wouldn't hold for much longer. Screws were already being knocked out, scattering nearby. Panic gripped Mao Nakaizumi. She quickly tried to dial the number, but in her frantic state, she failed to make the call. It was too late to try again.
The door was smashed open, hitting the wall with a deafening crash. The three women flinched. Mao Nakaizumi dropped her phone in her panic.
At this moment, Yoshihiro Shimoda's face was twisted in a savage smile. Veins bulged on his forehead, and his round eyes were pitch black, completely devoid of emotion, like a demon. Mao Nakaizumi now realized that Yoshihiro Shimoda had been faking it earlier, trying to trick her, but she didn't know where Yoshihiro Shimoda got the strength to smash open a metal door.
"Hehe, my dear sister, I originally wanted you to open the door yourself, and then witness how I play with them to let you experience despair. But you wouldn't open it. It doesn't matter, I'll just have to do it myself, hehe."
"Play with...?"
"You... what do you mean?"
"What do I mean? Hehe, exactly what it sounds like~"
"Those young JK girls, I've been looking forward to them for a long time. Today, I can finally have my wish, hahaha!" Yoshihiro Shimoda laughed maniacally, no longer concealing his lust for Yui Nakaizumi and Shiori Fuyutsuki in his words.
"... You even have thoughts about your own niece?"
"Hehe, so what if she's my niece? I'll have you too later!"
"You beast... How did you become like this?"
"Hehe, this is the real me. My desires were always suppressed, but now it's different. Because I have the power of the deity. I can do whatever I want now! The law can't restrain me, let alone so-called morality." As he said this, Yoshihiro Shimoda spread his hands, closed his eyes, and tilted his head back, an expression of sheer enjoyment on his face.
"You... I've already called the police. Leave now, and I... I might still spare you this time because of kinship." Mao Nakaizumi didn't know anything about the power of the deity Yoshihiro Shimoda mentioned, but she found the Yoshihiro Shimoda in front of her utterly unfamiliar, saying such outrageous things.
"Call the police? Hahaha, I am invincible now. They're just useless good-for-nothings. Besides~ before they arrive, I'll have you begging on your knees to let me enter you, hahahaha!" Yoshihiro Shimoda's face first showed a scornful smile, then a lewd one. He brandished the pink spray bottle in front of Mao Nakaizumi.
"You beast..." That was all Mao Nakaizumi could think of to curse him. She spread her arms, shielding the two girls, who were huddled together like quail, behind her. Even though she was equally terrified, she did not give up on protecting them.
Yoshihiro Shimoda slowly approached the three women. Seeing their terrified expressions, an inexplicable pleasure surged through his heart. He even licked the knobby stick with his tongue, his eyes filled with lewdness. He didn't mind enjoying the three women's bodies in their state of panic. And he had said he would make Mao Nakaizumi beg to be entered, so he would keep his word.
"Let them go. I'm willing..."
"Let go? Hahaha! I'm having all three! And also..."
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Yoshihiro Shimoda sprayed the contents of the bottle directly onto Mao Nakaizumi's face. After continuously spraying for a moment, he lowered his hand, throwing the spray bottle onto the nearby sofa, planning to use it on others later. The liquid inside was visibly half-gone.