Yamada walked down the empty hallway. Lunch break. Most students were in the cafeteria or courtyard. His footsteps echoed.
He passed a classroom door. Closed. Locked.
Memories hit him without warning.
Flashback.
Second year. Early spring. Cherry blossoms outside the windows.
Yamada pushed open the door to an empty classroom on the third floor. Letter in his hand. Simple note slipped into his locker.
"Come to room 3-B after class. Alone. – A friend"
He stepped inside. Looked around.
"Why would a girl want to meet me here?"
Click.
The door locked behind him.
Yamada turned fast.
Three girls stood there.
Kisaragi Tomoe in the front. Long black hair. Fair skin. Calm smile. Blouse tucked neatly. Skirt perfect.
Behind her, Katou Mio. Dark skin. Brown eyes. Quiet. Arms crossed. Watching.
Louisa Richter leaned against a desk. Blonde hair loose. Green eyes bright. Uniform tight across her chest. She smiled wide.
Tomoe stepped forward. Voice soft. Polite.
"Please take your pants off, Yamada-kun."
Yamada backed up. Hit a desk.
"Wait. Why!"
Tomoe tilted her head. Still smiling.
"School rules."
Yamada blinked.
"What!"
Louisa laughed. Short. Teasing.
"You heard her. New boy gets initiated."
Mio didn't speak. Just watched. Eyes steady.
Yamada looked between them.
"This is a joke, right?"
Tomoe shook her head.
"No joke. Seika has traditions. Boys are rare. We make sure they… fit in."
She stepped closer.
Yamada's back hit the wall.
Louisa pushed off the desk. Walked slow.
"Don't worry. We're gentle. At first."
Mio finally spoke. Voice low.
"Take them off. Or we do it for you."
Yamada stared.
Then he sighed.
"Fine."
He reached for his belt.
The three girls smiled.
Different smiles.
Tomoe gentle. Louisa excited. Mio calm.
That day started it.
After that, they kept inviting him. Same room. Same lock. Same note. Then the music room.
Sometimes after class. Sometimes lunch. Sometimes late afternoon when the school was quiet.
Always the same three.
Always the same request.
Always him saying "Fine" and letting it happen.
Until he started saying it with a small laugh.
Until he started taking control.
Until they started begging instead.
End flashback.
Yamada stopped in the hallway.
Hand on the music room door.
He looked at it a second.
Then kept walking.
Lunch was almost over.
He had class next.
And Tachibana after school.
The day kept moving.
But the memories stayed.
Quiet.
Real.
He reached his classroom.
Took his seat.
A small smile touched his lips.
'Some things never change.'
The bell rang.
Class started again.
But his mind was already on the afternoon.
On the basement.
On what came next.
Meanwhile in a different place.
Tachibana sat on the edge of her small couch. Apartment quiet except for the fridge humming in the kitchen. Afternoon light came through thin curtains and landed on the coffee table.
A white envelope lay there. No stamp. No return address. Just her name typed on the front.
She picked it up again. Opened it for the third time.
Inside: one sheet of paper.
"New landlord acquired your building. Rent due as usual. However, payments can now be discussed in person. Address enclosed. After school hours preferred. – Management"
No company name. No signature. Just an address. The house on the hill. The one that looked too nice for this neighborhood.
Tachibana's eyes narrowed.
She pulled out her phone. Snapped a photo of the letter. Sent it to Kurokawa in DM.
Kurokawa's reply came fast.
"Same mine."
Tachibana typed back.
"Names blank. Can't even tell who it is."
Kurokawa sent a voice note. Tachibana hit play. Low volume.
"Yeah, mine too. No sender. Just the address and 'discuss in person.' Feels sketchy. You going?"
Tachibana stared at the address again.
She knew the area. Quiet. Expensive houses. Not the kind of place a normal landlord lived.
She typed.
"Maybe. After shift. You?"
Kurokawa replied quick.
"Thinking about it. Hiramatsu got one too. She's complaining it's 'too much walking.' Lazy as ever."
Tachibana let out a short breath. Almost a laugh.
She stood up. Walked to the window. Looked out at the street below. Normal cars. Normal people.
Her mind went back to the hospital. The boy with the casts. Yamada. Quiet. Helpless. Always blushing when they "helped" him.
She shook her head.
'No way.'
But the address stuck in her head.
She grabbed her nurse bag. Uniform still in it from yesterday's shift.
She checked the time.
School would end soon.
She could go straight there.
Or wait.
Her phone buzzed again.
Kurokawa.
"Going. Curious. You in?"
Tachibana stared at the screen.
Then typed.
"Yeah. Meet you outside the address. 4:30."
She hit send.
Put the phone down.
Looked at the letter one more time.
Folded it. Slipped it into her pocket.
She grabbed her keys.
'If this is a scam, I'll handle it.'
'If it's something else…'
She opened the apartment door.
Stepped out.
Locked it behind her.
The hallway light flickered once.
She headed down the stairs.
Mind already moving ahead.
To the house on the hill.
To whatever waited there.
She didn't know yet.
But she would find out soon.
Meanwhile back with Yamada.
He was packing his bag. Fast. Books shoved in without order. Hoodie zipper half-up.
Chizuru stood by his desk. Arms folded. Head tilted slightly.
"You're in a rush."
Yamada glanced up. Met her eyes. Purple. Sharp. Always watching.
"Yeah. Got something to do today."
Chizuru didn't move. Just watched him zip the bag.
"And your sister?"
Yamada smiled. Small. Easy.
"Already been picked up."
He slung the bag over one shoulder. Stood.
"See you tomorrow, Chizuru-chan."
Chizuru's expression softened. Just a little.
"Same for you, Yamada-kun."
He gave her a quick wave. Turned. Walked out of the classroom.
Hallway mostly empty now. Afternoon sun slanted through the windows. Long shadows on the floor.
He didn't slow down. Straight to the front gates.
Outside the black car waited. Same one from yesterday. Tinted windows. Engine idling low.
The driver saw him coming. Opened the back door without a word.
Yamada slid inside. Door shut with a solid click.
The car pulled away smooth. No rush. No noise.
Yamada leaned back. Pulled out his phone.
He scrolled contacts. Found the one labeled "Butler."
Tapped call.
It rang once.
A calm voice answered.
"Yes, Master?"
Yamada looked out the window. School shrinking behind them.
"Is everything ready?"
"Yes, Master. The house is clear. Staff dismissed until 8 p.m. Basement lights on. Door unlocked. First guest expected at 4:45."
Yamada nodded to himself.
"Good. Keep the perimeter quiet. No interruptions."
"Of course."
Yamada ended the call.
Put the phone down.
He flexed his hands again. Knuckles cracked softly.
The car turned onto the hill road. Trees closed in. Sunlight dappled the windshield.
He stared ahead.
Tachibana would be there soon. Probably annoyed. Probably curious.
Maybe both.
A low chuckle slipped out. Barely audible.
He didn't fight it this time.
The house came into view.
Big. Quiet. Waiting.
The driver pulled into the driveway. Gates closed behind them.
Yamada opened the door himself. Stepped out.
He looked at the house a second.
Then walked inside.
The foyer was empty. Lights low.
He headed straight for the basement stairs.
Door already cracked open. Soft glow spilling up.
He pushed it wider.
Stepped down.
Everything was ready.
He stood at the bottom. Looked around one last time.
Bench. Cuffs. Table. Cabinet locked.
Perfect.
He walked to the wall. Leaned against it.
Checked his watch.
4:32.
Not long now.
He closed his eyes for a second.
Memories of the hospital flickered. Quick. Sharp.
Then gone.
He opened his eyes.
Smile touched his lips. Small. Calm.
'Come on, Tachibana.'
'Let's talk about rent.'
Outside the gates, a figure approached on foot.
Black hair. Nurse bag over shoulder.
Eyes narrowed.
Tachibana.
Right on time.
Tachibana reached the address at 4:42.
The house looked bigger up close. Clean lines. Tall fence. No cars in the driveway except a black one tucked near the side.
She checked the number on the gate again. Same as the letter.
She rang the bell.
No answer.
A minute passed.
Then the gate clicked open by itself.
Tachibana frowned. Looked around. Street empty.
She stepped through.
The front door opened before she reached it.
A tall man in a dark suit stood there. Mid-forties. Calm face. Gloves.
"Miss Tachibana?"
She nodded slowly.
"Please come in. The master is expecting you."
She hesitated. Then followed.
The foyer was wide. Marble floor. High ceiling. Smelled faintly of wood polish.
The butler led her to the living room. Big windows. Leather sofa. Coffee table with a single glass of water.
"Please wait here. He will be down shortly."
He bowed once. Left.
Tachibana sat on the edge of the sofa. Bag on her lap. Back straight.
She looked around. No photos. No clutter. Too perfect.
Minutes ticked by.
The butler returned. Carried a small tray. New glass. Clear liquid. Ice. Slice of lemon.
"While you wait. House water. Filtered."
She took it. Nodded thanks.
He left again.
She sipped once. Cool. Tasteless.
Another sip.
The room felt warmer suddenly.
Her eyelids grew heavy.
She set the glass down. Blinked hard.
'What the…'
Her head lolled forward.
Everything went black.
When she opened her eyes again, the light was different.
Redder. Softer.
She was sitting. No — restrained.
Wrists in soft cuffs. Attached to the arms of a padded chair. Ankles too. Not tight. Just enough she couldn't stand.
She blinked. Focused.
Basement. Concrete floor. Padded walls. Bench in the corner. Table with folded sheets. Cabinet closed.
And him.
Yamada stood five steps away. Hoodie on. Hands in pockets. Looking at her.
Tachibana's breath caught.
"Yamada… kun?"
He nodded once.
Her eyes widened.
"It's only been one day," she said. Voice hoarse. "How—"
He stepped closer. Stopped just outside arm's reach.
"You got the rent notice."
She stared.
"You're the landlord?"
He didn't answer right away.
Instead he pulled a chair over. Sat facing her. Elbows on knees.
"Eleven apartments. All bought. Quietly. You owe me now."
Tachibana tested the cuffs. They didn't budge.
"This is kidnapping."
"No," he said calmly. "You came here. Drank the water. Fell asleep. Woke up downstairs. I didn't force you through the door."
Her jaw tightened.
"The water was spiked."
"Light sedative. Over-the-counter strength. You're fine. Just slept twenty minutes."
She glared.
"Why?"
Yamada leaned back a little.
"You remember the hospital."
She didn't answer. But her eyes flickered.
He continued.
"You all did what you had to. Hospital rules. My condition. Every three hours."
His voice stayed even.
"But some of you enjoyed it more than others."
Tachibana swallowed.
He looked at her. Red eyes steady.
"I don't hate you. Any of you."
"Then why this?" she asked. Voice sharper now.
"Because I want to do it again. But different."
He stood. Walked behind her chair.
She tensed.
He leaned down. Spoke close to her ear. Quiet.
"No more forced shifts. No more pretending it's just medical. No more me helpless."
His fingers brushed the cuff on her wrist. Not unlocking. Just touching.
"You come here because you choose to. You pay 'rent' because you want to."
Tachibana's breathing quickened.
"And if I say no?"
Yamada walked back in front. Squatted so they were eye level.
"Then I uncuff you. You leave. No one stops you. No one follows. Rent stays the same. You pay cash like normal. Or move out. Your call."
Silence stretched.
Tachibana stared at him.
The boy from the hospital bed. The one who blushed. Who begged sometimes. Who couldn't even use his hands.
Now he was calm. Tall. Quiet power in his posture.
She looked at the cuffs. Then at him.
"You changed."
"Yeah."
A small smile touched his lips. Not kind. Not cruel. Just there.
"So what's it gonna be, Tachibana?"
She held his gaze.
Long seconds.
Then she spoke. Voice low.
"Uncuff one hand."
He raised an eyebrow.
She continued.
"I want to touch your face. Make sure you're real."
Yamada stood. Reached behind her.
Click.
One cuff opened.
Her left hand came free.
She lifted it slow. Trembling a little.
Fingers brushed his cheek. Then his jaw.
Real.
Warm.
She exhaled.
"Okay."
She looked up at him.
"I'll stay. For now."
Yamada nodded once.
He unlocked the other cuffs. Ankles too.
She stood. Shaky at first. Then steady.
He stepped back. Gave her space.
Tachibana rubbed her wrists.
Looked around the room again.
"This is your revenge?"
"No," he said. "This is my turn."
She met his eyes.
A long beat.
Then she stepped closer.
Not aggressive. Not submissive.
Just close.
"Fine," she said. Voice quieter now.
"Let's see what your turn looks like."
Yamada's smile grew. Small. Calm.
He gestured to the bench.
"Sit."
She did.
The basement door at the top of the stairs clicked shut. The sound echoed once, then died.
Tachibana stood in the middle of the room. Still rubbing her wrists where the cuffs had been. The red light made her skin look warmer than it felt.
She looked at Yamada.
"So?"
He didn't move. Just watched her.
She met his eyes. Steady. Purple meeting red.
"How are you gonna start?"
She kept her voice level. But inside her head it was loud.
She had read those novels. The ones she hid on her phone. The ones with locked rooms, tied wrists, slow revenge that turned into something else. She knew the scenes. The speeches. The slow build. The way the guy circled like a predator before he touched.
She expected that.
A monologue. A threat. A hand on her throat. Something dramatic.
Then—
Chu~
Yamada closed the distance in one step. Grabbed her face with both hands. Firm. Not rough. Just sure.
His lips crashed into hers.
No warning. No hesitation.
His tongue pushed past her lips. Wrapped around hers. Deep. Slow at first, then harder. He tasted like mint and something sharper. Anger? Want? She couldn't tell.
Tachibana froze.
Her hands came up on instinct. Pressed against his chest. Not pushing away. Just there.
Seconds stretched.
He pulled back. Slow. A thin string of saliva connected their lips for half a second before it broke.
Tachibana stood there. Breathing hard. Cheeks flushed. Eyes wide.
That was not how she pictured the start.
No speech. No circling. No buildup.
Just a kiss. Direct. Claiming.
Yamada looked at her. Smirk on his face. Small. Confident.
"I always wanted to do that to you."
Tachibana blinked.
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.
"You… what?"
He stepped back half a step. Gave her space. Hands dropped to his sides.
"In the hospital," he said. "Every time you walked in. Every time you touched me. Cold hands. Sharp words. That fake-nice smile. I hated it. And I wanted to shut you up."
He tilted his head.
"So I did."
Tachibana touched her lips with two fingers. Still wet. Still warm.
She stared at him.
The boy from the bed. The one who flinched. The one who begged sometimes. The one she had controlled.
Now he was standing there. Taller. Calmer. Smirking like he owned the room.
Because he did.
She swallowed.
"That's your revenge? A kiss?"
Yamada's smirk grew a little.
"For now."
He walked to the bench. Sat on the edge. Legs apart. Hands resting on his thighs.
"Come here."
Tachibana didn't move right away.
Her mind raced. The novels flashed again. The ones where the woman fought. The ones where she gave in. The ones where she broke beautifully.
She took one step. Then another.
Stopped in front of him.
Looked down.
He looked up.
"On your knees," he said. Voice low. Calm.
Tachibana's breath hitched.
She didn't argue.
She lowered herself. Slow. Knees hitting the padded floor.
Face level with his chest now.
Yamada reached out. Tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear.
Gentle.
Then his hand slid to the back of her head. Fingers in her hair. Not pulling. Holding.
"Look at me."
She did.
His eyes were steady. No anger. No hate. Just want.
And something darker underneath.
"You always acted like you owned me," he said. "Now you're going to earn that rent."
Tachibana's heart hammered.
She opened her mouth.
But no words came.
Yamada's thumb brushed her lower lip.
"Start by showing me how sorry you are."
He leaned back a little. Waiting.
Tachibana stared.
Then she moved.
Hands on his thighs. Slow. Careful.
Her head lowered.
The basement light stayed red.
Quiet.
Warm.
No one interrupted.
Outside the house, the sun kept setting.
Inside, things were just beginning.
To be continued
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