Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Explosion (2)
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I headed straight for a net cafe far from the campus.
Lectures? Who gives a damn when my life's about to go up in flames. Today was a self-declared day off.
Ding-dong~
"Got any single rooms?"
"Yes, sir. Basic rate for a single is 1,000 yen."
I swiped my card roughly and stepped into the single-room PC booth. The noise cut off like a switch. Being alone in a place where no one knew me calmed my racing heart.
Sure, I'd deliberately orchestrated this misunderstanding, but it wouldn't hold for long.
I had to wrap this up today.
I’ll tear out the black-market operation at its roots and secure undeniable evidence to shatter the frame job against me.
"Hoo..."
A deep breath, and puzzle pieces started floating up in my mind.
The chain of events, fragmented in my head, began clicking together.
Thugs filming hidden cam in the school changing room.
The mysterious senior, Kurogami, they were delivering videos to.
Ren's final fate: blackmailed into amateur AV.
The name Kurogami rang bells the moment I heard it, but yeah, the 'Tsumetai Ren A-Route Ending' was definitely that bitch and those thugs' handiwork.
The clear bonus illustration from the A-Route ending had the site name on it.
FFFC2.
Categories:
<Changing Room>
Latest: OOO Academy's top student—her first changing room strip
<Sleep Rape>
Latest: Sleeping pill coffee series Pt. 2 / Infiltrating an active college girl's dorm?
<Rape>
Latest: Turning a rental girlfriend into the real deal (forced grass). Her sobbing breakdown
"Fucking psychos."
Just the categories and titles screamed insanity. They even named the academy and girls outright.
When I saw this site in the game's ending, I figured it was some made-up fiction. Didn't expect it to be this deep in the shadows.
A quick search for Yumekoi turned up zilch. Sorry to the girls those thugs filmed, but no extra victims was a small mercy.
Anyway, not the point.
That Kurogami woman seemed to handle uploads here. Time to dig for info on her.
Branch Info:
...
"Nishikiyo...!"
The district name the thug spat during his call with Kurogami.
That sealed it.
Kurogami, who set up meets for those thugs' video drops, was an FFFC2 admin—the Nishikiyo branch handler. No doubt she was neck-deep in that 'Tsumetai Ren A-Route' nightmare too.
"Nishikiyo Kurogami. Nishikiyo Kurogami."
I repeated it like a mantra.
You're done.
Once the plan clicked, next steps were crystal clear. I'd sniffed out the snake's nest—no holding back now.
After school.
I tailed Kyosuke and Daisuke right as they passed the school gate.
"Hey."
"...?"
They whipped around in sync.
"Huh? What's this?"
"The hidden cam creep? You lost? End-of-school stroll before expulsion kicks in?"
Kyosuke smirked and sauntered over.
Brazen fucker hooked an arm around my shoulder and spewed shit.
"What, cat got your brain now? Shoulda stayed in your shithole country instead of crawling here. Puhahaha!"
"Puhahaha!"
"...Heh heh heh."
I laughed along.
"The fuck? Why you laughing too-?"
Get your head in the game.
Thwack!
Crunch!
Reverse liver shot slammed blondie's ribs.
"Gaaack!?"
He crumpled without bracing.
Even pros drop from a clean liver hit if they're careless.
Let alone against someone five weight classes bigger?
"Urk... Hack... Gack! Gack, gack...!"
Probably seeing hell right now.
Baldy, shocked at Kyosuke writhing like a worm, charged me.
"Raaah!!"
Wild haymakers.
Dodging's a hassle. Time to smash that fist.
Best defense? Break their weapon.
"This'll hurt."
Clean elbow block met his punch.
Snap!!
"...!! Fwaaaagh!!"
His fist knuckles shattered on sight. Back of hand bones cue-balled into wrist, flesh bulging out.
Why'd you swing into an elbow?
"Grraaagh, hrrk...!"
"Kwaaaagh!"
One puking bile, face yellow. The other sobbing over his mangled hand.
Big men crying like babies.
"Don't people learn? You got wrecked once—still wanna try again? Huh? Do ya?"
Impressive grit, in a way.
Prod-
Prod-
Foot to their faces, and apologies spilled.
"Gack, hrrk! S-sor... S-sorry... Urk.."
"W-we're sorry!"
Braindead losers.
"Don't need apologies. Here to ask something."
"A-ask anything!"
"You guys do it?"
Silence hung.
But raw violence broke them easy.
"I-it wasn't us, Senior Kurogami-"
Pathetic.
"Hiding behind someone now? You idiots."
"Nngh...!"
I don't know what porn racket that Kurogami bitch runs, but no reason to target me out of nowhere.
Obviously, these clowns offered up their hidden cam hauls and begged her to screw me.
She's Moriarty-level coordinator.
Point is, crush these small fries later—nab the real crime puppeteer.
"Where's Nishikiyo? Not on any maps."
Flinch!
"H-how do you know Nishikiyo!?"
Baldy—clutching his fist—jerked his head up, stunned.
"Gotta spell it out? Want the other hand smashed?"
"Eek! I'll talk—Nishikiyo is...!"
"D-Daisuke... If you spill-!"
Wham!
"Grrgh...!"
One more boot to Daisuke's gut shut him up.
"Loyal to Kurogami or whatever? Spill or you're dead."
I yanked Daisuke's hair, forcing his eyes to mine. Pupils shook.
"Not talking?"
"Uh... Ngh...."
"Fine. Clam up. Got another mouth right here."
I gripped his head, knee rising—his eyes bulged.
"W-wait!! Nishikiyo—the abandoned shopping arcade! Real talk!! Inside an empty building... FFFC2 branch! Heard they got a studio too!"
So that's it.
They bought out a derelict building for their hub.
"When's Kurogami there?"
"S-senior's probably already there! Some shoot today—swear! Aagh...!"
Senior, huh.
I glanced at Kyosuke.
He nodded blankly.
No lies here.
Stomping these later. Hustle now.
Before the Academy Director expels me or cops track me down.
End the operation. Gather the proof—fast.
Waste time torturing? I lose.
Clear the timer first.
Nishikiyo Abandoned Shopping Arcade.
A massive dead mall loomed like a rotting beast in a dank alley reeking of sewer rot and damp dust.
"Under Construction" on the facade—faded gray from years of stalled work.
"This is it."
Hands shaking a bit.
About to fight like never before—in past or present life.
No clue my limits.
Crack, pop!
Loosened fists. Mind and body heating up.
No guns? Knife or pipe won't faze me.
'Cause I've got it.
Overwhelming talent.
Genius brain, superhuman athleticism, killer looks, great voice.
Stuff the original loser protag never honed.
Hero of the World's peak human gifts.
In fantasy? Hero. Wuxia? Heavenly Demon.
Modern romcom—no powers, but still spec-breaker.
Instinct and luck included. Can't lose.
Won't lose.
To girl-stealing trash? No way.
Crunch!
"I'll beat you till you beg on knees—or strip naked dogeza."
Avenging the scar on my soul... No losing.
-"S-sob... I-I didn't know it'd be like this... T-take me home!"
Close to the arcade, a teary girl's voice leaked from the rusty iron gate.
-"Huh? What're you on about?"
-"Aww, poor thing~ But you signed the contract! Kyahaha!"
Giggles echoed faintly inside.
Another victim.
Coulda been Ren there someday.
If I don't stop it.
I slammed the iron door with all I had.
Bang—!!
"Wh-what!?"
Let's go.