"You've got twenty minutes left!"
The teacher's voice cut through the room.
"no sorry its fifteen "
Pens scratched faster. Pages flipped. A few students were already sweating.
Today was the last day of midterms.
The exam itself wasn't that hard—some tricky questions here and there—but the real enemy was time.
It was supposed to a fourty minutes exams but because of someone 15 minutes were cut
Everything had been going smoothly at first
Until the door slid open
And a wide man entred the class
He walked in like he owned the building.
A big man in both height and build, with short black hair that split into two pointed ends, making it resemble devil horns.
His uniform shirt was unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, and his hands rested casually in his pockets.
Head of the fighting club.
Daichi kuga
He didn't even glance at the teacher like his authority meant nothing. Just walked straight toward the back.
Toward his seat.
The seat Yang had taken.
They stared at each other.
No words.
This went on for minutes
Then
"I'll give you five seconds," Daichi said flatly. "Lower your gaze and get your dirty ass off my seat"
"One."
Yang didn't move.
"Two."
Nothing.
"…."
Daichi stopped counting.
Without warning, he snatched the pencil from Yang's desk and lunged forward—
The sharpened tip aimed straight at Yang's left eye.
Inches away—
Yang's hand moved.
A sharp slap into Daichi hand
The pencil flew from Daichi's grip, shot across the room, and embedded itself into the side wall with a dry thunk.
The entire class froze.
Daichi slowly turned his head toward the pencil.
Then back to Yang.
Silence.
"U-Um… Daichi-kun," the teacher stammered, forcing a strained smile. "W-would you please take a seat? There's an empty one next to Ryu."
He spoke with an odd amount of respect.
As if the boy he was addressing hadn't just tried to stab someone in the eye.
…
And just like that—
I was stuck with him.
Daichis is now sitting next to me, glaring at me like I fucked his dog
"hey you ,Show me your paper," he said.
This idiot—who does he think he is?
"Yo—"
I turned to snap at him—
—and froze.
He was biting his lip so hard it was nearly bleeding. His eyes were shaking.
My gaze dropped to his hand.
The one Yang had slapped away.
It was purple.
Swollen.
" look at me again and i will kill you "
I quickly turned forward again and glanced at the teacher.
He avoided my eyes.
Like he wanted nothing to do with this.
You cowardly bastard.
"Forget it," Daichi said.
Relief almost settled in
"Let's swap papers."
My stomach dropped.
"B-But, Daichi-san, I won't have time to rewrite everything if I—"
"Don't care."
' oh god' I shut my eyes.
Tears started forming despite myself.
I should've just said no when Yang asked if the seat was taken.
Why was I thinking with my dick ? Its not like i would miraculously confess my feeling to her if we sat next to each other long enough
Just ignore him.
Ignore him.
Maybe he'll lose interest.
" I don't like being ignored."
"…"
I lowered my head and kept writing.
This exam is worth twenty percent of my grade.
I can't just hand it over like it's nothing.
If he decides to kill me after this, then so be it.
My parents would probably do worse if I didn't bring home full marks.
"Alright, time's up. Put your papers at the right edge of your desks. Pens at the other side ,don't dare write anything or im gonna rip your papers "
The teacher began collecting them one by one.
Daichi stood up.
"Your name's Ryu, right?" he said flatly. "Fine. meet me during lunch Behind the school."
And just like that, he walked out of the classroom probably to the infirmary
I stayed seated.
My hands were still shaking.
" i shoulve gave it to him ...fuck" i whispered to myself as i cover my face with my palms to hide the ugly face im making
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All I have to do is avoid him, get to the principal's office, call my parents, and explain I'm unwell.
Daichi barely comes to school anyway—by the time we meet again, he'll probably forget all about this.
I kept my head down, nervously scanning the hallway as I reached the staircase. I let out a shaky breath and closed my eyes.
Oh… I'm finished.
A shadow fell over me.
Daichi was there—back against the wall, hands in his pockets, face locked in that familiar scowl. In front of him stood a tall man with messy, dyed blonde hair, a lollipop dangling from his mouth. He raised a hand as he spotted me.
"Yo…"
I immediately knew who this guy is
ushiro yuuga
I searched about him once
Apperantly he runs a prostitution service and is involved in drug trafficking
How could a 15 year old do that in the first place
I dont know and i dont want to know
But that doesn't matter now
Yuuga turned to Daichi. "Is this our guy? Don't tell me this wimp broke your hand."
"Not him," Daichi said coldly. "That's another guy ,I'll deal with him later."
The blonde man strode toward me, and I froze. Sweat ran down my back. He wrapped his left arm around my shoulder.
"Act natural," he muttered the smell of alchol coming from his mouth making me dizzy and led me down the stairs against my will
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Behind the school, the space was swallowed by overgrown bushes. Vines had crept so far that the back door itself was sealed shut, wrapped tight in green.
At the base of the entrance staircase sat a figure.
A boy?
A girl?
It was hard to tell.
They had an androgynous look—neck-length black hair, bangs falling over their eyes, soft features that didn't match the scene at all.
Because between their hands—
They were squeezing a rat..
Tighter and tighter.
Until the small body gave way, insides forcing out from its mouth and back. The creature went limp, deflated like a punctured balloon.
In front of them stood four boys.
Daichi Kuga.
Ushiro Yuga.
Madoka Hiro.
Senkouji Katsumi.
All of them watching.
Grinning.
One of the retards was even drooling
As if they were watching a street show—
Not the pointless cruelty toward a small, helpless creature.
This was Shigoku Kyou.
"Daichi…" Kyou's voice was soft as his gaze finally lifted from the ruined rat in his hands to the towering boy before him. "Is there any possibility you two could get along?"
His eyes lingered on Daichi's right hand—wrapped thickly in bandages.
Daichi's jaw tightened. Veins bulged at his temple.
Who wouldn't be furious?
Yang had broken his hand.
"Kyou-chan," Daichi said lowly, "don't overstep. If I grab you now it won't end like last time."
"So that's a no?" Kyou tilted his head slightly. "How unfortunate."
He smiled.
Warm.
Gentle.
"Then kill him."
Silence.
"…Are you scared?" Kyou asked.
"Scared?" Daichi's lips trembled from how hard he bit down, eyes wide with fury.
"Oh? Then let me understand this properly." Kyou's tone remained mild. "Someone breaks your hand… and you release your anger on a random student?"
He slowly extended a finger and pointed behind them.
"That doesn't look good on you."
Daichi turned.
On the ground behind them lay Ryu.
All the fingers on his left hand bent the wrong way.
Dislocated.
His face was so swollen it barely looked human.
Ryu kept gasping, each breath scraping out of his throat like he was drowning on dry land.
Kyou watched him for a moment—then chuckled.
"I still remember the day you said you'd become the strongest judoka," he said lightly. "What a joke. You can't even finish someone."
That did it.
Daichi snapped.
He strode toward Ryu, grabbed his right arm, and planted his foot against the elbow joint.
One sharp push and it would break in half.
"K-Kyou-chan…?" Senkouji muttered nervously, eyes flicking between them.
Kyou didn't answer.
He just smiled.
His gaze drifted toward the bushes as they began to rustle.
"Speak of the devil."
Leaves parted.
Yang stepped out, a few twigs still caught in his hair.
The moment Daichi saw him, he abandoned Ryu and lunged.
Both hands shot forward, grabbing Yang by the collar—
But something unexpected happened.
Yang's right hand slipped into his pants.
And grabbed his balls
Hard.
Daichi's body froze.
His face drained of color.
Yang had him.
Completely at his mercy.
Realistically, if someone—regardless of gender—did that to you, what could you even do?
Nothing.
You'd just pray that at least one would still be usable afterward.
First, your breath would hitch.
Then, immediately after—
Desperation.
And fear.
Daichi wanted to cry—wanted to beg Yang to stop—but he couldn't. His friends were watching. If he broke down now, the image of the undefeated fighter would shatter in an instant.
So he did the only thing his pride allowed.
He tried to push Yang away.
His lower body stayed rooted in place, but his upper half bent backward under the pressure.
"You asshole! Let it go!!"
He slammed his forehead into Yang's face.
Again.
And again.
But nothing happened—just a thin line of blood from Yang's nose.
Yang's grip tightened squeezing daichi testicles to unnatural shapes like they were slime balls
Where are his friends?
They stood there, watching with the same crooked smirks, as if none of this concerned them. To them, Daichi's well-being meant no more than that rat Kyou had killed before.
Then
Gark!!
Daichi screamed, his voice breaking into a hoarse wail as he collapsed to his knees, clutching himself as piss erupted from his pants. He gagged, vomit spilling onto the floor.
He has now become a she
Yang released her only to drive a kick into her face, sending her crashing down onto the filthy ground.
The smirks finally vanished.
Then yang walked to ryu falling he intertwined ryu dislocated fingers with his then he pulled his hand up
Crack !
The dislocated fingers returned to their places ryu groaned in pain for a moment
"Quite the show, bro," Ushiro said as he walked toward Yang " this is my first time seeing him get done like this "
He glanced down briefly at Daichi lying on the ground before lifting his gaze again.
"Still… you just took one of our friends out." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "So you should expect to get taken out."
As he finished speaking, the bushes nearby began to rustle.
Branches shifted.
Leaves parted.
One after another, several men stepped out from the foliage all of them looked inbred. At their front stood a massive figure, a broad-shouldered giant whose presence alone seemed to swallow the narrow space.
Ushiro gestured casually toward them.
"You see," he said, voice almost amused, "while you were busy playing with Dai chan balls… I took the chance to call my boys."
"Hello, Yuu-chan. Thanks for the other day. The consensual sex felt really good. So… what do you need today, Yuu-chan?"the giant man said
Ushiro pointed at Yang with his pinky.
"This is my gift for you, Ganno. More consensual sex."
Despite Yang's muscular build, he could still be mistaken for a strong, pretty girl. Anyone who looked closely would realize his gender easily enough—but this man, Ganno…
Ganno was a child trapped in the body of a grown man. Even if Yang pulled his pants down and showed him his cock, he would probably still think Yang was just a girl with a third leg.
Ganno blushed. A bit of drool slipped from his lips.
"Does that mean I can do anything to her?"
"Yup, yup," Ushiro said, tapping Yang on the shoulder from behind.
"ooooh she looks so nice … I'll make sure to be gentle so dont be afraid "
He started walking toward Yang, his hands reaching forward.
Yang just blinked.
Then he kicked Daichi's body toward Ganno's legs.
Daichi a man ( girl )who weighted more than 150 kilo gram like he was a ragdoll flew toward his legs
"Eh—?"
Ganno stumbled forward.
Yang's right arm coiled back.
Then it shot forward in an instant, his fist driving straight toward Ganno's throat.
Plock.
A hole appeared in his throat from the strike.
Yang's middle knuckle had grown into a tall, hardened bulge from the constant striking
"Consensual sex? Just what were you doing to reach the point where you had to start searching for consent?" Yang asked.
His foot came down on the back of Ganno's head, pinning it to the ground.
"Doesn't matter," he continued calmly. "The moment I looked at you people, I already knew."
His gaze moved across them.
"You're filth...every single one of you "
He tilted his head slightly.
"So get ready."
A faint crack sounded as he shifted his stance.
"I want to be satisfied with all of your limbs… so expect your balls to be crushed as well."
Some of the men started chuckling.
Others took Yang's words seriously but weren't sure what to think.
It was one against almost thirty people with weapons.
Though the two behind Yang knew he wasn't bluffing.
"I think it's time for us to leave" Kyou said, standing up from the stairs, looking completely unbothered, as if Yang's threat didn't include him.
"Y…yeah," Ushiro whispered. A hint of fear appeared in his hollow eyes as he started following Kyou.
"Who said you could leave?"
Like a blur, Yang twisted his body and lunged toward them. But before he could grab Ushiro, Ganno stood up. His throat and mouth were bleeding, and the new hole in his throat made his scream sound like that of a lion.
Yang jabbed his finger into the hole in his throat, using it like a hook to force his face back down onto the ground.
He grabbed Ganno's right hand before it could go limp, then drove his knee into the elbow, snapping it like a twig
"Gaaaaa—!"
Yang lifted his hand and brought it down on Ganno's jaw.
A low strike from Yang could almost break three layers of bricks. Something as weak as a human jaw stood no chance.
When his fist connected, Ganno's jaw shattered—bone and teeth breaking apart inside his mouth.
The men watching all this instinctively took a step back. Some dropped their weapons and started running.
Yang shoved his hand into Ganno's mouth, grabbing a handful of broken teeth . Then he hurled them toward the fleeing men, the sound of the throw cutting through the air into their flesh made them realize the situation they were in
Yang lunged at them
Ryu crawled until his back hit the wall, staring at the scene with stars in his eyes.
This savageness.
Savageness.
The word kept repeating in his head.
This was the first time he had seen something that showed savagery in its purest form.
Crushing ,Gouging ,Ripping, biting
Yang was doing it all without any fear of consequences.
In Ryu's eyes, this was…
Simply beautiful.
Yang had accepted his nature as a savage.
He was truly free.
"—huff… ahh, what is this?! Someone—"
To Ryu's left was Senkouji, sweating heavily, his lips quivering as he pressed his back against the wall.
Yang's head snapped toward him.
"AAAAAAH! KYOU-CHAN, DON'T LEAV—"
Yang's fist slammed into his face, crushing his nose instantly. His head slammed back against the wall, his limp body bouncing from the impact.
Without hesitation, Yang leapt, drop-kicking him in the head again, driving it deep into the wall.
Yang slowly turned his bloodied face toward the remaining men. Despair was written across their features.
They were powerless now. The moment they followed Ushiro, thinking he'd lead them to some reward, they had sealed their own fate.
Just one person—he had said.
One person had already crippled half of them. Now it was their turn.
"He's not human!!!"
"Fuck this, I'm out!" one guy shouted, sprinting toward the hole in the wall where Kyou and Ushiro had gone.
Before he could escape, Ushiro appeared, his boot connecting with the man's face, sending him tumbling back inside.
"Sorry, but you'll have to stay here. Good luck" Ushiro said with a smile, sealing the entrance with an iron plate.
The man's eyes welled with tears, a look of betrayal twisting his face. "Hahaaa…"
Im done for
He closed his eyes as the heavy footsetp behind him grew closer
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As Kyou and Ushiro escaped the school on Ushiro's bike, the engine roared down the empty street.
Ushiro was sweating like crazy while driving.
Behind him, Kyou sat calmly, smiling faintly as he stared up at the sky.
"Nothing really goes as planned in this world," he murmured.
A faint blush appeared on his face as Yang crossed his mind.
Ryu wasn't the only one who had admired Yang's performance back there.
But unlike Ryu—who saw Yang's fighting as an expression of freedom—
Kyou saw something else.
To him, Yang wasn't expressing freedom.
Yang had faith in his violence.
" kyou..."
He wasn't afraid to show it at school, where anyone could see him.
" kyou..."
He wasn't afraid that his attacks might kill someone, despite how brutal they were.
He held nothing back.He didn't do it because he hated them.
He simply did it because they were beneath him
like the difference between a human and mosquitoes
" kyou chan.."
So primal..so barbaric...so beautiful
I want him to be mine
"Kyou-chan… your dick is touching my back dammit" Ushiro shuddred then he asked glancing back over his shoulder.
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After school,
The security guard walked through the bushes behind the school.
Just another routine patrol.
He had been doing this almost every day since he started the job three months ago.
Walk around. Take a quick look. Leave.
What could possibly go wrong?
Get attacked by a ghost?
The guard shook his head, trying to push the thought away.
"Get a grip, Koji," he muttered to himself. "You're a grown man, believing in ghost stories?"
He sighed.
"…That's probably why you don't have a girlfriend, even in your late twenties."
He pushed the last bush aside and stepped into the clearing behind the school. Raising his flashlight, he swept the beam across the bushes—then the wall.
He squinted.
"…Is that blood?"
The entire wall looked painted red, the color smeared across it almost completely.
The guard's eyes widened. His flashlight dropped lower, illuminating the ground.
He staggered back.
"Ah… ahhh—"
The flashlight slipped from his hands as he fell onto his backside.
For a brief moment before the beam rolled away, it caught something lying on the ground.
A human ear.
The guard scrambled, trying to get up and run—but something grabbed his legs.
His body froze.
Slowly, he turned his head.
A strong hand was clamped tightly around his ankle.
Daichi.
His...—no no his not that anymore—her face was pale, eyes bloodshot
"P-please…" she whimpered. "Please… help me...i dont want to die."
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The bullies that appeard in this chaps are the villain of the first arc of juujika no rokunin