What a turn of events.
Yasuo had gone on the walk expecting to find peace but what he walked into instead was his high school's most beautiful girl in the middle of ending her life.
Ogata Sakura.
Although three years had passed since they last saw each other, she didn't look all that different from how he last remembered her.
She had short and dark brown hair. Her bangs partially covered her forehead and all her strands were as straight as a nail.
She had a fair skin tone with these big brown eyes that were extremely expressive. Her nose was small and slightly rounded.
Sakura had a slender but full build with gentle curves on her arms and legs. Yasuo guessed that her breast size was probably DD or somewhere around there.
She was the school president for two years as a junior and senior. She had the highest grades, often acing her tests and exams. And she was so popular that boys would line up, get rejected, and leave happy because they got to say that they personally were rejected by the Ogata Sakura.
The two of them rarely interacted. Although she was extremely beautiful, she remained single throughout all the years they attended the same school.
Obviously, Yasuo didn't strictly have sex with girls who had boyfriends. And if Yasuo had to give a reason why he never targeted her, it would probably boil down to — it slipped his mind.
Sakura looked at the man who was taking her to a love hotel.
Her phone was buzzing as her in-laws and husband were texting her nonstop, so she powered it off.
Tonight was the night she was going to give herself some happiness.
She's heard through the grapevine just how good at sex Yasuo was. Good enough that she ruined many relationships where the girls were no longer satisfied with their boyfriends after getting a taste of the Otsuka bloodline.
Sakura had only ever been with one man before. Her husband. And never once in the three years they had been together did she ever get to finish.
It always lasted about two minutes and her husband would collapse onto the bed, wiping his forehead as if he just won a gold medal. That smug look on his face always made her want to claw his eyeballs out.
Why did she even get with him?
It was all because of how good at acting he was in the first year they were together. He was perfect in every way possible.
By the second year, he revealed his true colors and she wanted to leave him, but pressure from her parents, who demanded that she get married, caused her to remain in the relationship. They didn't want their only daughter to be a slut who slept around. She was going to be with one man and one man only her entire life!
When was the first time that she started hating Yasuo?
It was probably the day that he had gone too far and caused his victim to end his life.
But years had passed since they last saw each other and it's hard to keep hating someone you don't interact with.
Now, that same man she used to hate, the same terrible human being she despised, she was going to cheat on her husband with.
It was her husband's fault.
That's right. That's what she told herself. It was the truth.
She wasn't doing this because of Yasuo's character. She was doing this because it was revenge. It was a sense of freedom. It was something that she could call her own.
Before Sakura even got into the room, she was already soaking wet down there.
She kept looking at him, the veins on his neck, the muscles on his arms — all of it was extremely appetizing, especially when compared to her husband, who was gaining weight from all the stress eating he would do after losing at gambling.
As soon as the door closed behind them, she was pressed up against the wall.
Their lips touched, their tongues danced, and she could taste the alcohol he had been drinking.
She immediately discovered just how fantastic of a kisser he was. The kiss was sloppy. It was wet. But it was warm… it was warm and active. Fun.
Their clothes began coming off as they made it deeper into the room.
"It's not too late to change your mind," Yasuo said as he threw his shirt.
He leaned in and bit her nipple, rubbing it with his tongue as she was pulling her shirt above her head, trying to free her arms.
"I'm not changing my mind… so you better take accountability," she said as she finally got it off.
'Tadashi… I really am a changed man,' Yasuo thought as he picked Sakura off the floor and continued kissing her with his arms wrapped under her thighs.
Slurp. Kwouh!
'Ah fuck! He knows how to kiss.'
Her first kiss, second, hundredth, etc., all of it had been with her husband.
But never once did kissing him make her feel something inside.
Kissing Yasuo made it feel like the lips touching her lips was also simultaneously touching the pink lips underneath, the one between her legs.
"Let me give you a blowjob," she whispered into his ear.