I Received an NTR V*deo - Episode 31

“Mind if I tell you a little story about my brother?”
“…”
“He’s always been crazy about our little sister. This happened back when he was in sixth grade.”
“Huh?”
Netori looked confused, wondering why I’d suddenly started telling this story.
“Our sister’s a year younger than me, and two years younger than my brother. When she was in fourth grade, her classmates started ignoring her. Know what my brother did when he found out?”
“How the hell would I know?”
“He went after the kids who were bullying her. It turned into a huge issue at school. When it comes to our sister, he completely loses all sense of control.”
Netori gave me a look like What the hell is this guy talking about?
“Then there was that incident last year. You know those ‘shoulder-checking creeps’ who purposely bump into girls on the street? One of them targeted our sister. Right after that, the guy just vanished.”
“Oooh, spooky story time?”
Koda laughed as she jumped into the conversation. Then Hiro chimed in.
“Earlier this year, some guys tried to hit on Sayuri in front of Ryudan Academy’s gates. Toshiro just happened to be meeting her that day… When he found out, he marked all of them. No one’s seen them since.”
“Yeah, I wonder where they ended up.”
“So, it is a horror story!”
Hiro and I burst out laughing.
Koda, clearly entertained, leaned in closer, eager for more.
“‘Ryudan Academy Inferno’ — that’s famous, right? What else did he do?”
“Well, have you heard people calling us ‘The Most Dangerous Generation’?”
“Yup, I’ve heard that!”
“Ryudan Academy has a ridiculously strict seniority system. Whatever the upperclassmen say goes. No one was allowed to disobey. First-years were treated like slaves, second-years were soldiers, and third-years were kings. That was the tradition.”
Hiro spoke with a nostalgic glint in his eyes.
“When we entered Ryudan, that system was still going strong. But Toshiro? The guy had no concept of social norms. When an upperclassman got in his face over his attitude, Toshiro punched him so hard he literally went flying. No exaggeration — the guy was airborne. Sounds fake, right?”
“Wait, people don’t actually fly from a punch, do they?”
“Oh, they do. Toshiro’s strength is no joke. He’s not human — he’s a freakin’ monster.”
I imagined my brother decking someone… and honestly, it wasn’t even surprising. That’s just how he is — completely unhinged.
“Then the second- and third-year elites tried to gang up on him. He beat every one of them down. By the second day of school, he was at the top of Ryudan. He crushed their traditions overnight, and no one from the upper years dared mess with our class again.”
“Second day… and he was already Ryudan’s top dog…?”
Netori looked stunned, unable to believe Hiro’s story.
But unfortunately for him, it was true. I remember it well — he got suspended on his second day.
“Kato showed up around that time too. He probably didn’t like that Toshiro wrecked their precious tradition. A bunch of other seniors tried to take him down too — every one of them ended up on the ground. Word got out: ‘There’s a savage beast in this year’s batch — don’t mess with them.’ That’s how we earned the title ‘Most Dangerous Generation.’ And it’s all because of Toshiro.”
“Wow… he’s strong. Like, really strong, huh, Mr. Inferno?”
For my brother, rules and traditions mean nothing. He shattered what once defined Ryudan and became the most feared name on campus. Dumb as a rock, but terrifyingly powerful.
“People call us the ‘Two Pillars’ of our generation, but I don’t buy that. Toshiro’s on a whole other level. I’m just the one who cleans up his messes.”
Hiro grinned, then turned to Netori.
“That dumbass? He’s looking for you.”
Netori went pale and audibly gulped.
“W-Why the hell would someone like that be after me…?”
“You had a little spat with my sister recently, didn’t you?”
“…Ah.”
Finally, Netori seemed to realize why Toshiro might be looking for him. He trembled like he’d been tossed naked into the Arctic.
“Y-You told your brother about that?”
“Oops! It just kinda slipped out!”
I made an apologetic gesture with one hand.
“When it comes to his sister, he’s got no brakes. But hey, if you apologize sincerely, maybe — maybe — he’ll let it go.”
“P-Please! Help me!”
“Sure, but… he’ll probably chase you to the ends of the earth.”
“There was this one time in the cafeteria. A senior accidentally knocked over a bento my sister made. The guy ran off and hid at a relative’s house in Hokkaido. Guess who showed up there a few days later?”
“…”
Hiro watched Netori squirm with amusement while Netori looked at him, desperate.
“W-What do I do?!”
“Beats me. You brought this on yourself. You’ve made plenty of others suffer — consider this a taste of your own medicine. Don’t start whining just because the tables have turned.”
I checked the time on my phone and glanced back at Netori. He was trembling — terrified of my brother.
Koda still seemed eager for more stories, eyes sparkling with anticipation as she watched Hiro.
“Should be about time for him to show up.”
“Please! Talk to him for me!”
“About what?”
“Beg him to let me off the hook!”
“Why?”
“Because this all started with you hanging out with Hoshina! That’s what triggered my fight with your sister!”
Ah, there it is — a truly insane take.
How does me being with Hoshina make it my fault?
I sighed and replied:
“Come on, how’s that my responsibility? Besides, you didn’t just argue — you swung at my sister.”
“I didn’t hit her though!”
“That doesn’t matter. You fought with Sayuri. That’s the only ‘fact’ my brother cares about.”
“Uuuuugh… Shimazaki, I’m paying you, so help me!”
“That money’s for the damages you caused us — Toshiro’s a separate issue entirely.”
“But it’s 5 million yen!”
“So? That has nothing to do with him.”
Netori begged for his life, but neither Hiro nor I took him seriously. His arguments were so ridiculous it was almost funny.
He kept looking for a way out, but came up with nothing. Gnawing his thumb, eyes darting wildly.
“I-I’m running for it!”
“Be my guest.”
“Tch…!”
Netori bolted, scrambling to flee.
But just then, a shadow appeared at the building’s entrance.
“YUUJIROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHICH ONE OF THESE PUNKS IS IT?!”
“Eep!!”
“Welp, too late. Time’s up.”
Hiro and I sighed in unison.
Netori collapsed in place, legs giving out at the sound of that booming voice.
“The Inferno of Ryudan has arrived. Better pray you live.”
“You’ve made so many people suffer. Think of this as karma — just take your punishment like a man.”
Glowing red eyes pierced through the darkness.
Netori’s jaw dropped. He pissed himself right there on the floor.
“It’s him,” I said, pointing at Netori.
The red-eyed figure walked toward him.
Netori wept like a child, eyes rolling back, trembling, shaking his head in hopeless denial. But the beast kept coming, step by slow step.
“So, you’re the bastard who picked a fight with Sayuri.”
Netori sobbed, his mind breaking at the approaching doom.
And then the hammer fell.
“GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! HELP ME—SOMEBODY, ANYBODY, PLEASE SAVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”
His screams echoed through the abandoned building.
But no one stopped Toshiro.
To be precise — no one could stop him.
As for what happened after that… let’s leave it to your imagination.
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(Note: There’s a bit more of Netori’s deserved downfall coming up soon.)