Mao Nakaizumi didn't know what liquid Yoshihiro Shimoda had sprayed on her, but from his preceding words, she could deduce it was nothing good. She instinctively wanted to dodge, but her body's reflex still made her firmly shield the two girls.
The pink aerosol mist hit her face. Mao Nakaizumi could only close her eyes. Her mature yet lovely face was enveloped in a pink haze. Fortunately, it didn't last long, as most of it was inhaled through her delicate nose, with only a small portion settling on her face.
"Hehe." Yoshihiro Shimoda watched this scene with a lewd expression, his mouth curving into an exaggerated arc. His smile was completely unconcealed because he knew that, if all went as expected, in two or three minutes, his dear sister would actively cling to him, begging for his help.
When that happened, he would let Mao Nakaizumi know what true cruelty was. He had chosen the largest size.
Mao Nakaizumi felt dizzy, her body weak, and her steps unsteady. She instantly lost her strength, swaying left and right. If Shiori Fuyutsuki and Yui Nakaizumi behind her hadn't noticed something was wrong, she might have collapsed onto the floor.
"Uncle... Yoshihiro Shimoda, what are you doing!? Mom is your own sister!" Yui Nakaizumi helped support Mao Nakaizumi. She was very worried about her mother's distressed state. Shiori Fuyutsuki, standing next to her, was also helping but was visibly trembling, indicating she was gripped by fear. Now, it was her turn to protect her mother and Shiori-chan.
"Sister? She doesn't deserve it! It's because of her... because of her that I could have lived worry-free every day! It was her! Finding me some job, when she should have just kept supporting me! Thinking she knew best! And... and she made me lose my most precious thing, wuwu..." Yoshihiro Shimoda, hearing Yui Nakaizumi's accusation, screamed maniacally at her, his voice hoarse. Towards the end, he even started to whimper and wail in grief.
"....."
"But... but you were the one who had malicious intentions towards Shiori-chan! This outcome is your own fault!" Although Yoshihiro Shimoda's savage face intimidated Yui Nakaizumi, hearing his twisted lies made her pluck up the courage to retort. Her innocent, pretty face looked very earnest.
"Hehe, she ate and lived in my house for several years for free. What's wrong with collecting some interest?"
"But it has nothing to do with you! Shiori-chan lives with us! Not you! And Shiori-chan doesn't live for free! She helps me with my studies, helps clean the house, and always considers Mom and me. She's not at all..."
"Enough!" Yoshihiro Shimoda sharply interrupted Yui Nakaizumi. He no longer had the patience to talk to her, as the time was almost up.
"Ehh~"
"Mom, what's wrong?" Yui Nakaizumi was still angry at Yoshihiro Shimoda's unreasonableness, but a sudden moan from Mao Nakaizumi made her look anxiously. At this moment, Mao Nakaizumi's pretty face was flushed like the setting sun. Her beautiful eyes were misty, framed by long, elegant eyelashes, looking hazy and alluring. Because she had taken the afternoon off to host Ho Fei-yu, she was dressed casually. She usually wore an OL uniform, but today she had deliberately changed into a black dress, still wearing black pantyhose.
Though she was well into her thirties, her appearance looked as youthful and charming as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. If not for the faint signs of maturity around her eyes, she might truly be mistaken for a young maiden. This combination of cute and mature was the ultimate temptation for a man.
Yoshihiro Shimoda watched the scene, swallowing hard. His obese body violently heaved with rapid breaths. Mao Nakaizumi's appearance was practically seducing him. He was excited but unable to get off. His perverse desire was expanding and spreading in his heart. He wanted to use the tools in his hand to savagely rip everything apart.
"You... What are you doing!!?"
"Hehe, doing what? Of course, I'm doing it!"
"Don't come any closer!" Yui Nakaizumi spread her arms, shielding Mao Nakaizumi and Shiori Fuyutsuki behind her. Though traces of fear remained on her innocent face, her eyes were resolute. Her petite frame seemed to be bursting with boundless strength at that moment.
But Yoshihiro Shimoda paid her no mind. Instead, he scanned Mao Nakaizumi's voluptuous body with lecherous eyes while closing in on the three women.
Despite the loud commotion Yoshihiro Shimoda had caused earlier, strangely, no one had come to check what was happening. Seeing Yoshihiro Shimoda getting closer, only a step or two away, despair began to grow in Yui Nakaizumi's heart. She didn't want to see Yoshihiro Shimoda's ugly face anymore. Her eyes slowly began to close, awaiting the inevitable despair. She only hoped that after Yoshihiro Shimoda was satisfied with her, he wouldn't bully her mother and Shiori-chan.
Yoshihiro Shimoda noticed Yui Nakaizumi was no longer struggling, and his eyes filled with intense malicious pleasure. He felt that these three women were now fish on a cutting board, ready for him to play with and slaughter. He even began fantasizing about having one in each hand later.
"Fei-yu!" Just as Yoshihiro Shimoda's hand was about to touch Yui Nakaizumi's face, her beautiful eyes, which had been on the verge of closing in despair, suddenly snapped open. The despair was gone, replaced by astonishing brilliance. The fear on her pretty face vanished, replaced by an excited, sweet smile. She cried out the man's name in a soft, clear voice.
"..."
"Hehe, trying to trick me? That's impossible for such a coincidence! And even if he came, so what? I can defeat him with a single hand now!" Although Yoshihiro Shimoda spoke this way, his body trembled unnaturally a few times when he heard the name "Fei-yu." But he reasoned that Ho Fei-yu wasn't some anime protagonist who would just happen to show up to save the day precisely when the villain was about to have his way with the heroine.
"Is that so? You can defeat me with a single hand? That's quite a boast. I wonder if your skills match your attitude~"
"Just don't end up being as useless as your little brother."
"What!?" Hearing the familiar voice, the smile on Yoshihiro Shimoda's face froze. He wasn't sure if he was hearing things. He wanted to verify. His neck, which had two layers of fat, slowly and stiffly rotated, like rusty gears grinding. After a while, he managed to turn his head toward the doorway.
A boy in black clothes was leaning against the shattered door frame, arms crossed. His dark hair was like black jade, faintly shimmering in the light. The boy looked calm and self-possessed, and a subtle smirk on his lips added an air of unruly defiance. His eyes, with their clear blacks and whites, were filled with coldness and disdain when he looked at Yoshihiro Shimoda, but only sympathy when he looked at the three women.
Yoshihiro Shimoda's eyes widened, filled with utter disbelief. Who else could the boy be but Ho Fei-yu? He couldn't believe that the anime protagonist-style entrance had actually happened to Ho Fei-yu. He's the protagonist, so what am I?