The dilapidated door creaked open, its chain lock conspicuously new. Akane Nanao hauled the storage box into the warehouse with considerable effort, while Coach Tougou trailed slowly behind, biding his time. An insidious smile stretched across his unpleasant face, no longer suppressed.
Bang—Seeing his opportunity, Coach Tougou abruptly slammed the warehouse door shut and slowly locked it, as if his prey was now trapped beyond escape.
Tougou's unusual behavior hadn't escaped Akane Nanao's notice. She had been wary, but while moving the heavy items, she had gone deep into the warehouse, placing a significant distance between herself and the gate, effectively cutting off her retreat.
She slowly backed away until she leaned against the cold wall, her expression a tense blend of panic and forced calm.
"Coach Tougou, what are you doing?"
"Come now, Nanao Akane-san, surely you're not oblivious to my intentions at this point, are you?"
Let your teacher take good care of you today. My skills will offer you an experience far superior to those young boys'."
"The person I like is ten thousand times better than a creep like you, Coach Tougou, who only forces himself on girls. He satisfies me in ways you couldn't even dream of in your pathetic life. You're nothing but a disgusting, ugly social parasite."
Knowing she was trapped, Akane Nanao abandoned all pretense and mocked Tougou mercilessly. His fragile ego shattered under her sharp words, leaving him seething. He couldn't contain his anger and was about to lunge forward.
...
"Akane, I'm truly flattered by your compliment."
Suddenly, a voice echoed from a dark corner. Ryo Asakura emerged, holding up his mobile phone, filming and waving at Akane Nanao.
Surprise lit up the girl's face with a bright smile, and she ran into his arms. Even though he had touched her countless times, the fullness of her embrace still took Asakura by surprise. In a word: lush!.
"I knew you would come to save me, my Hero-san."
"It's a promise. No matter where I am, I will never forget Akane."
Having traveled all that way, he arrived as he said he would. She felt as though they had met too late and cried tears of joy.
Look, Tougou over there looks like a kicked dog.
...
Time rewound to the moment after he used his [Precognition] ability. Asakura, relying on his heightened senses, quickly regained his strength and contemplated how to deal with the scumbag Coach Tougou. Simply beating him up seemed too lenient. He needed to find a way to eliminate the potential threat once and for all.
So, Asakura had entered the warehouse beforehand and waited for Tougou's arrival. After recording all of Tougou's incriminating words, justice finally made its appearance.
There wasn't much to say about this kind of scum. Breaking his limbs and sending him to prison to reflect on his life was the appropriate action for a law-abiding citizen like Asakura.
"Hey, Mr. Tougou, are you ready to spend the rest of your life lying in a hospital bed regretting your choices?"
"How dare you, you little brat, act so arrogantly here? Let your teacher teach you a lesson!"
Tougou sneered. A cold smile flickered across Asakura's calm face. He moved in a blur before the arrogant man and landed a fierce punch. He grabbed the arm Tougou instinctively raised to protect his stomach, twisted it sharply, and dislocated it with a sickening click. Tougou's scream echoed through the warehouse.
"Teacher Tougou, it seems your teaching skills need improvement. I'm very disappointed."
Looking at the tall and strong Tougou writhing on the ground like a maggot, screaming and begging for mercy, he appeared both pathetic and contemptible.
"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have attacked Nanao Akane-san! Please, please let me go! Please!"
"Teacher Tougou, you know, Akane just pleaded with you like that, but it's a pity you didn't choose to let her go."
Every choice in life carries a price, and what would he have to pay this time?.
The flickering light cast sharp shadows on Asakura's face, which was calm, cold, solemn, and merciless.
Through the harsh realities of social competition, Asakura had long understood that being soft-hearted was like a knife that grew sharper with each act of leniency, eventually poised to strike its owner.
So, from that day on, he had severed all indecision and never showed mercy to his enemies.
The sickening sound of bones breaking reverberated throughout the warehouse, and the man's wails gradually subsided into low gasps. Akane Nanao tightly embraced the young man who approached her with a reassuring smile. The princess had finally found her prince, who selflessly offered her his lips, as sweet as honey.
After a long, lingering kiss, Asakura gently separated the captivated girl, took out his cell phone to call the police, summoned justice to deliver the final verdict on the criminal, and looked down at the ashen-faced man at his feet.
"Looks like we'll be seeing each other again, Mr. Tougou. I hope you have a pleasant time in prison."
As soon as he finished speaking, the police officers burst through the locked door, followed by Hiratsuka Shizuka. Asakura put his arm around Nanao Akane and, with a bright smile, expressed his relief.
"Great, we're saved."
Everyone watched the scene before them in silence. It seemed like he had been using them as tools to finish the job.
...
At the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, Asakura was giving a statement to an older policeman, but the atmosphere in the interrogation room was somewhat strange.
"Asakura-kun, may I ask how you discovered that Tougou was about to do something wrong?"
"I was organizing things in the corner of the warehouse at the time. They didn't notice me when they came in, and then I witnessed the whole thing from the side."
"According to the victim, Asakura was the one who subdued the criminal. Is that correct?"
"Hey, I knocked him down with just one punch and one kick. Teacher Tougou looks tall and strong, but he's actually quite fragile. He's really an unqualified teacher."
The policeman silently observed the young man gesturing animatedly before him. "Asakura, you can break someone's limbs with just one punch and one kick? Do you take the police for fools, you little bastard?"
Asakura simply blinked innocently and looked towards the ceiling, as if he knew nothing. The transcript was finally concluded hastily. After all, the criminal had been apprehended, hadn't he?.
...
After completing the statement and dealing with a phone call from teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka, the two were finally able to leave and couldn't help but smile at each other.
With their arms tightly intertwined, they strolled under the neon lights, lost in a sweet embrace and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere.
"Hey, Asakura-kun, I told Ohka-san that I won't be going home today."
A blush bloomed on the girl's fair cheeks, and her cute little ears were also tinged with red.
Her feelings were obvious. She wanted to give herself completely to the young man that day. The moist wind blew gently under the moonlight. She looked at him affectionately with a shy and timid expression, her smile as beautiful as a flower, radiating youthful vitality.
Asakura took her small hand, interlaced their fingers, and whispered in her ear.
"Akane, you know what?
There is moonlight everywhere in the world, but there is only one moon.
I love you as much as I love the moon in the sky."
The soft moonlight shone down, witnessing their vows, and the gentle breeze rustled, celebrating their joy.
...
Inside the love hotel, the water cascaded over a pure and flawless body. Her slender waist was adorned with the promise of ripe, summer fruits. Water droplets traced paths down the round and supple curves of her hips. The girl gently wiped herself dry and walked towards him, completely naked.
Words failed Asakura to describe the heavenly vision before him. Her body communicated her desire in the most honest language. The girl sat on his lap with a radiant smile and whispered in his ear.
"Asakura-kun, what are you waiting for?"
Dry wood met fire, a long drought met dew, the anticipation was over, and it was their wedding night.
A scholar could be tolerated, but Asakura's desire could not.
The passionate intensity broke through all restraint, a flush of red rose on the bed, their entwined energy captured the moment, and their desire, fueled by lofty emotions, knew no bounds.
The girl's tenderness and lingering affection, combined with the boy's courage and fearlessness, created a beautiful and poignant symphony. They wished this moment could last forever.