If it were the original Otsuka Yasuo who had heard that answer, his response might've gone something like:
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
He would've said that while licking his lips and unbuttoning his pants as the little soldier down south started to grow in size rapidly.
It took current Yasuo all the strength in the world not to do what the original would've done.
That's how sexy she looked. Her entire body was tempting him.
Instead, he responded by informing her bluntly, "Listen, I'm not going to bully that weaking you call a boyfriend anymore. I don't know what you see in that twig, but I'm done messing with him. Actually, I'm done messing with all those fucking losers. It's gotten boring."
He had tried to speak respectfully and yet, his words came out not as he intended. However, he did get his intentions across so he didn't bother to clarify it.
Shinju now knew that there was nothing to worry about.
Her boyfriend was safe from being NTR'ed. Every boyfriend was safe in the city. They could live their days happily.
Now, Shinju was going to put on her hoodie, stand up, shake his hand, then walk out of that door.
Sike.
That was not what happened.
Stunned by Yasuo's response, Shinju was frozen in place for about ten seconds as she stared at the table in front of her before shaking her head profusely and snapping her head to look at Yasuo. She said, "I don't believe you."
Yasuo was stunned for a second there but nodded in his head once he realised that her response was understandable and was warranted considering his past.
If he were in her shoes, he would've also thought the exact same thing; he was being deceived.
Trying to sound as sincere as possible, he said, "Listen bitch. I'm telling you the truth. Alright? I'm done. I'm fucking done."
'Don't call me a bitch…'
"I-I-I…" she stuttered. "You're lying. You're lying to me. You're lying to me to mess with me. Don't mess with me."
Yasuo could see that she was trying to muster as much strength as she had in that little "massive" body of hers to refute his lies (which was actually the truth).
Not knowing what to say after such a reaction, Yasuo reached his arm forward.
She flinched.
But contrary to what she thought, he was just picking up the hoodie she had placed on the table.
Her face was extremely readable. It was asking: Why are you picking up my hoodie?
Putting it down on her lap, he said, "Let's say I was lying. Let's say I was still planning on fucking your brains out. How are you going to be able to survive if you're going to flinch so easily?"
Grabbing her wrist, he forced her to stand up.
"Put that on and get out of my home before…" he didn't finish his sentence, but made sure to purposely give her this devilish gaze that served as a warning for what was to come if she didn't listen to him.
Truthfully, nothing was to come.
It was an empty bluff.
He wasn't the old Yasuo. He was a new Yasuo. He was feeling aroused by her, but he wasn't like the old him who would've ravaged this poor naive girl who came to his penthouse to protect her boyfriend from his bullying.
"R-Really? Y-You're not going to b-bully my boyfriend anymore?" she asked, still doubting his words.
Shaking his head, he gestured with a wave towards the door for her to start heading out.
Doubts were swirling around in her purple eyes. She looked like she had been drugged with a potion of confusion.
But a small part of her mind thought for a second that maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe he was a changed man who had gotten bored with netorare.
Putting her hoodie back on, she started heading out.
Until the very last moment, she thought that he might have been messing with her and at any moment, he was going to pull her back and take him to his bedroom where he was going to plow her through the mattress.
But when the door closed behind her, she stood there in silence, confused.
'What just happened?'
Was it actually true?
It felt like her entire world had just been flipped upside down.
It took her so many days to muster up the courage to come to his home. She knew what the sacrifice she had to make was. She was prepared to make it to save her boyfriend.
But it turns out that she didn't have to make it because Yasuo was no longer the same Yasuo from before.
'Is today my lucky day?' she wondered.
Or was this still some massive twisted game that Yasuo was playing to fuck with her?
Yasuo sat back down in front of his massive wall television and resumed his video game. He meant it when he said that he was done bullying.
The old Yasuo didn't just find pleasure in netorare. He also found pleasure in bullying those weaker than him. He just chose victims who had a girlfriend he wanted to steal because it helped him kill two birds with one stone.
It gave him this euphoric sensation of feeling like a victor who had successfully robbed the purity of people's relationships. The taste of other men's partners was so sweet when it was seasoned with tears of broken hearts.
But even if he didn't have a fetish for netorare, he would've still bullied people.
The act of bullying itself gave him a thrill. It made his penis rock hard at times.
Now, he was a changed man. As a matter of fact, he had an entirely different soul.