Asahi, who was standing behind Itsuki, finally spoke, her voice trembling.
"Yuuto… you've gone too far," she said.
"Mei is your friend, and Souma is your own younger brother. Why are you doing all of this? What's your reason?"
Yuuto turned his head toward her—then laughed.
"Hahahaha…"
His laughter sounded light.
"You're a funny woman," he said, narrowing his eyes.
"Friends? Family?"
His smile vanished, replaced by a condescending expression.
"Unfortunately… you don't even deserve those titles."
Yuuto lifted his foot from Souma's chest. Souma gasped, trying to draw in air.
But before he could move—
Bruk.
Yuuto's foot came down again, this time stepping directly on Souma's face, pressing it into the floor.
"I'm honestly ashamed," Yuuto said flatly,
"to share the same blood as them."
His foot pressed between Souma's eyes, right above the bridge of his nose.
"And the reason why I'm doing this…" Yuuto said softly, as if thinking aloud.
He paused for a moment, then continued in the same flat tone.
"Because you're interesting to watch."
The corner of his lips lifted slightly.
"Did you know? I've always been fascinated by how animals behave when they mate."
His foot shifted, grinding Souma's face slowly, increasing the pressure.
Souma groaned, both hands clutching Yuuto's ankle, desperately trying to push it away—
but it was useless.
Asahi grew even more terrified at what Yuuto was doing to Souma. She reflexively shut her eyes.
"A–animals…?" her voice trembled.
"What do you mean…?"
Yuuto shifted his gaze. His eyes fixed on Asahi hiding behind Itsuki—cold, utterly emotionless.
Without saying a word, he tossed the empty can in his hand toward Asahi, his motion casual and indifferent, like throwing away trash.
Plunk.
The can struck Asahi's head and fell to the floor. She flinched, her breath catching.
After that, Yuuto lifted his foot from Souma's face and stepped forward—slowly approaching Itsuki.
"You really don't know?" Yuuto said mockingly.
"Passing women from one man to another—that's animal behavior."
He glanced briefly at Asahi, a thin smile forming.
"Or has your brain rotted from doing it too often, Asahi?"
Yuuto then stepped forward until he stood directly in front of Itsuki. He raised his hand and lightly tapped Itsuki's cheek—not a slap, just a brief touch that felt even more humiliating.
Itsuki flinched. His body stiffened, unable to react.
Yuuto leaned down slightly, locking eyes with him.
"You understand what I mean, don't you, Itsuki?" Yuuto said softly.
"You were the smartest among us—once."
Asahi stood frozen, unable to believe what Yuuto had just done to Itsuki.
The silence broke when Itsuki finally spoke, his voice hoarse and filled with suspicion.
"Are you angry because we took the women that belonged to you?"
Yuuto stopped. His cheeks suddenly puffed out, and then—
"Brr—hahahahaha!"
His laughter burst out loud, completely devoid of warmth. He bent forward slightly, resting his hands on Itsuki's shoulders as if using him for support.
"You're overestimating those two women," Yuuto said with a chuckle.
"You're really amusing."
Yuuto then walked past Itsuki and Asahi without looking back, heading toward the sink.
"I'm not angry about that," he continued casually as he turned on the faucet and rinsed his hands.
"Besides, they were never my women to begin with."
Water flowed as Yuuto slowly scrubbed his hands, then took several paper towels. He dried his hands carefully, as if trying to erase something filthy.
When he was done, he casually tossed the crumpled paper towels toward Mei, who was still sitting stiffly on the floor.
"That woman is what made me angry," Yuuto said flatly.
"She touched me without permission."
His gaze then swept across Asahi, Itsuki, and Souma lying on the floor in pain.
"And you as well," he continued, pointing at them one by one.
"For daring to display those rotten bodies in front of me—so openly."
Yuuto picked up a bottle of water from the table. Without haste, he walked toward Asahi.
When he reached her, Yuuto crouched down. His face drew close, their eyes meeting.
"That's my entire reason," he said softly.
Then, without hesitation, Yuuto tilted the bottle. Water poured down from above Asahi's head, soaking her hair and face.
Mei, who had been frozen with her head lowered, finally stood up. Tears streaming down her face, she ran toward the exit, trying to flee the room.
But just as her hand was about to reach the living room door, a violent gust of wind burst inside.
BOOM!
The door slammed shut right in front of her, echoing throughout the room and instantly cutting off her escape.
Mei stopped dead in her tracks.
Then Yuuto's voice rang out again—calm. Far too calm.
"No," he said casually.
Still crouching, his eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile etched on his face.
"From now on," Yuuto continued in a flat yet commanding tone,
"everyone in this room is not allowed to move until I say it's okay."
The air seemed to freeze.
"And if anyone dares to challenge me…" his voice dropped, heavy with pressure,
"I'll beat them into the ground."
"Hee…"
A quiet laugh escaped Yuuto's lips—soft, yet enough to make chills run down their spines.
In his crouched position, he stared at Asahi without blinking.
Asahi could see Yuuto's face clearly—
the faint smile, burning eyes, and an expression like a demon's.
The atmosphere in the room tightened until it felt suffocating.
Yuuto stood up and casually walked toward the sofa, as if he didn't care about anyone at all.
Suddenly, Souma got up.
"You're the one I'll beat!" he shouted, charging at Yuuto without hesitation.
Yuuto didn't even turn around.
He simply stepped slightly to the side, avoiding the attack with a simple movement.
As Souma's body passed right in front of him, Yuuto merely extended one leg—calmly.
Boom.
Souma crashed hard to the floor after being tripped. Yuuto immediately approached him, looking down from above.
"I told you," Yuuto said coldly.
"No one is allowed to move."
After saying that, Yuuto lifted his foot and stomped on Souma repeatedly without hesitation.
"Aaaaaa!" Souma screamed in agony.
"Hahahaha… come on, scream louder," Yuuto mocked.
Mei, still crying, tried to help Souma. She stood up and ran toward them.
"Yuuto, please, stop—!"
But her voice was cut off by another sound.
"Darling, are you alright? I heard a lot of loud noises. What's going on?"
A woman's voice called out from outside, filled with concern.
Yuuto stopped. He slowly turned his head toward the living room door and clicked his tongue softly.
"Tch—looks like my entertainment is over," he muttered coldly.
The living room door opened.
Belfast appeared in the doorway, wearing her maid uniform, her gaze immediately locking onto Yuuto.
Itsuki, Mei, and Asahi froze in place.
They stared at the woman with wide eyes, shocked by the sudden appearance of someone so beautiful and elegant.
Belfast quickly scanned the room, but her eyes soon fixed on Yuuto.
"Darling!" she exclaimed in shock.
"What are you doing?!"
She rushed toward Yuuto—who was still stepping on Souma's body on the floor.
Itsuki, who had been silent, suddenly formed a sly smile.
"N-nothing's going on, miss—" he said, trying to sound casual.
BOOM!
A heavy punch slammed into Itsuki's face before he could finish his sentence. His body was sent flying backward, crashing onto the floor.
"Itsuki!" Asahi screamed.
Yuuto looked at him coldly.
"Never show your disgusting thing in front of my lover, monkey," he said lowly, filled with contempt.
Belfast froze for a few seconds, clearly shocked by Yuuto's actions. Then she noticed the surroundings.
Bodies scattered across the floor, completely naked, and the stench filling the room made her expression change drastically. She hurriedly covered her nose with her hand.
"Darling…" she said in disbelief.
"Is this really your home? The smell here… is disgusting."
Her gaze shifted to the two women rushing to the two men who lay unconscious from Yuuto's actions.
"Unfortunately, yes," Yuuto replied with a small nod.
Belfast frowned and asked again in a cold tone,
"Then who are they? Are they your family?"
Her eyes swept over everyone in the room, her disgust unmistakable.
Yuuto let out a long sigh, as if exhausted.
"The two men are my blood-related siblings," he said resignedly.
Then his gaze shifted to Mei and Asahi. Both of them flinched when Yuuto's eyes landed on them.
"And the two women…" Yuuto paused briefly.
"They're just strangers."
Belfast fell silent for a moment.
Yuuto then took a clean cloth, stepped closer, and gently covered Belfast's nose with it.
"You don't need to cover your nose with your hand—use this cloth. I made sure it's clean," he said calmly, the small gesture oddly considerate amid the chaos.
Belfast accepted the cloth. Unconsciously, her gaze drifted toward Asahi and Mei.
Instantly, both of their expressions changed—faces pale, eyes widened, like people who had just lost something incredibly important.
Yuuto didn't notice the change.
"Now let's leave this place," he said flatly.
"You won't be able to stand the smell in this room."
He opened his arms slightly.
Belfast smiled faintly, stepped forward, and naturally took Yuuto's arm.
"Darling," she said softly.
Belfast glanced once more at the people inside the house, then raised her hand and waved politely.
"Goodbye, Yuuto's siblings… and strangers," she said calmly.
The living room door closed tightly behind them.
Inside the house, Mei and Asahi remained conscious.
Both sat with their heads lowered, faces hidden behind their loose hair.
Not a single word was spoken—
as they silently accepted the reality left behind with the stench and the suffocating silence of that room.