A Man Who Was Cheated on by a Bad Man and Had Everything Taken From Him Decides to Get Revenge by Starting a New Life - Chapter 14

Friday Evening.

I had made a reservation in advance for a dinner cruise around Tokyo Bay.

Since it was the weekend, getting a reservation had been tough. However, I managed to convince the cruise staff to make an exception by lying about celebrating a friend’s birthday.

“Sir, may we take care of your luggage for you?”

“Ah—no, that won’t do. There’s a present for a girl inside.”

“Understood.”

Honjo arrived with an unusually large backpack.

At the gangway, he was stopped by the staff, possibly because his outfit didn’t meet the dress code. However, he managed to get through by showing them a glimpse of a ribbon-wrapped box from his bag.

Was he planning to win over a girl with gifts?

Too bad. His reputation had already hit rock bottom—no amount of presents would help him now.

The dinner venue had both large halls, which could accommodate over fifty people, and smaller private rooms, which could be reserved for a few guests.

As we enjoyed the full-course meal while gazing at Tokyo Bay’s night skyline, Honjo suddenly spoke up.

“I need to prepare the presents, so why don’t you guys enjoy the view for a bit? Ki-hi!”

That weird laugh of his was unsettling.

Right before dessert, he pushed us toward the window.

With the window open, we took in the sea breeze as we admired the city lights from the water.

“Ta-da! Presents!”

He claimed they were gifts for Minase-san and Sakura. Unsurprisingly, the men were left out.

Honjo told them to open them after dessert. We continued chatting while enjoying the final course.

“Huh? I feel dizzy…”

“W-wait, me too…”

After dessert, the staff cleared the plates, leaving only the drinks on the table.

Honjo had already instructed them not to let anyone enter the room until the disembarkation time.

“Ki-hi-hi, it’s working!”

A filthy, disgusting grin spread across Honjo’s face.

“What are you planning to do?”

“Oh? Koda-kun, you’re not feeling it?”

Earlier, when he forced us to look out the window, I had positioned myself near the edge and used the window’s reflection to watch him.

I saw him slip something into our drinks.

Pretending to drink, I had avoided consuming even a single drop.

“From now on, I’ll be planting my superior male genes into these girls.”

As he untied the ribbon on the box, what spilled out were… adult toys.

“Hey, Koda-kun, how did it feel when your mother died?”

“What? How about you? Seems like you took your sister’s death pretty badly.”

“Honestly? I wasn’t that sad when Sawa died.”

That was a lie.

I had seen him at the funeral—his hollow, empty shell of a self.

“I’m pissed off, you know? The thought of someone as pathetic as you getting the better of me makes my bl00d boil.”

Laughing, Honjo grabbed Sakura’s blouse and forcefully ripped it open, exposing her white skin.

“Right before your eyes, I’m going to violate these bitches. Then, I’ll torture you to death. What a genius idea! Takumi-kun, you’re amazing!”

Honjo, his mind completely unhinged, shoved one of the toys into Sakura’s mouth, moving it in and out.

“Honjo.”

“What is it, Koda-kyu—gahh?!”

My right hook landed squarely on his cheek, sending him flying.

“That hurts… You wanna die that badly, shorty?”

“Try me.”

He used the wall to support himself and slowly stood up.

Yesterday, he suddenly appeared taller, claiming he was wearing thick-soled shoes. But there was no way regular heels could add over ten centimeters to his height.

I estimated his height at around 180 cm, with a muscular build—but I wasn’t about to lose.

After a few minutes of exchanging punches, Honjo lay defeated, his face swollen.

The fight had been decided before it even began.

I had anticipated this and came prepared.

On my left wrist was a rugged watch with a firm grip, while my right wrist had a 200g weighted wristband. Since punching power is determined by mass and acceleration, having these on made a massive difference.

My torso and ribs were protected by a padded compression shirt, the kind American football players wear, which absorbed most of Honjo’s heavy blows.

In a street fight between amateurs, the one with higher endurance wins.

I took a thin rope and a knife from my bag, cut a length of rope, and tied Honjo up.

“Alright, 110… 110…”

Placing the remaining rope and the knife on the table, I moved toward the window, where the phone signal was strongest, and prepared to call the police.

“Koda-san, thank you.”

I turned around at the voice.

Minase stood there—holding the knife against Honjo’s neck.

So it was you… after all…

I had hoped I was mistaken.

When I was pushed onto the train tracks, I caught a glimpse of the culprit just before I fell.

I had wished—prayed—that my eyes had deceived me.

She had thanked me for neutralizing Honjo.

Thinking back, Sakura had mentioned feeling dizzy first, and Minase followed.

She must have pretended to drink as well.

What was she planning now?