Chapter Thirty: Makoto Ito’s Hell

"Makoto, are you happy tonight?"
In the darkness, Qingqing Zhang pressed her entire body against Makoto Ito, her ample chest rubbing teasingly against him.
"Mmm."
Makoto closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure of Qingqing's attentions. Desire welled up within him, and his hands began to move, restless and eager.
"Oh, don't touch my bottom!"
Qingqing laughed coquettishly, catching Makoto's hand and, leading this man who had become utterly entranced by her, guided him step by step toward the hell she had prepared for him.
"Where... where are we going?"
Makoto glanced around at the familiar scenery, and the most brazen thoughts began to blossom in his mind. Tonight, Qingqing Zhang would truly belong to him!
Slap!
Unable to suppress his urges any longer, Makoto wrapped his arms around Qingqing's slender waist. His face, flushed with desire, wore a lecherous and excited grin.
"Let me kiss you, Qingqing, just once!"
"I can't watch this anymore."
Liumengchao's voice sounded from behind Li Yang. The homebody who had been standing guard in the shadows for the two of them suddenly turned around.
"I..."
Li Yang's eyes were filled with hesitation. "Qingqing is doing this for the mission. I can't let her be erased just because she failed."
Oh?
A sneer flickered in Liumengchao's heart. So this puppet wants to break free of my strings? To cut the ties and walk on his own?
That won't do. I need to pull those strings even tighter.
"You're too gentle. You don't want to hurt anyone." Liumengchao spoke softly, studying the expression on Li Yang's face.
Agreement.
No, what I just said has simply given Li Yang an excuse to explain away his actions.
Sure enough, the system panel displayed the same result.
Jackpot: 33,000.
Up by a full thousand. Liumengchao glanced at Li Yang, who now stood awkward and helpless before him, and a cold smirk crept across his lips.
Could it be that Li Yang's mind has become dangerously unstable thanks to my manipulation? But isn't that exactly what I need?
Become a beast that breaks its bonds, and hunt my prey for me, you Reincarnator.
"But your gentleness might cause her even greater harm." Liumengchao's gaze drifted to Makoto and Qingqing. "Your restraint will be her deepest wound."
"Wound..."
Li Yang turned his head, dazed, just in time to see Makoto and Qingqing locked in a passionate embrace. "Qingqing is being hurt."
"You know she's not happy!" Liumengchao continued, slowly retreating into the shadows, allowing Li Yang's anger to ferment.
"You know that only you can protect her!"

Liumengchao's figure vanished into the darkness, but his words lingered, wedged deep into Li Yang's heart.
Somehow, a knife appeared in Li Yang's hand, its blade glinting coldly in the faint light.
"You've regretted it before, haven't you? Because you were afraid of hurting others, the end result was that she suffered even more. You once swore to yourself, never again."
Liumengchao was swallowed by the moonlight, but his words remained, binding Li Yang like cords, guiding his every move.
Li Yang's eyes filled with courage. He didn't realize that the sudden remorse boiling up inside him was transforming into resolve—just as he didn't realize that even now, Liumengchao was weaving psychological spells over him.
"This is all my decision!"
Liumengchao's figure disappeared from Li Yang's view, and his voice faded from Li Yang's mind, as if everything was now Li Yang's own will and determination.
"I will protect Qingqing Zhang. No matter who stands in my way, I will kill him!"
Jackpot: 34,000.
Regret, hope, the surging desire to protect and the urge to destroy—these emotions roiled ever more violently within him. Go forth, my puppet. In the emptiness, Liumengchao watched his system panel and smiled coldly.
That fat fool...
Qingqing Zhang had only walked a few steps before she noticed the look in the man's eyes behind her had changed; it was almost fanatical. She prayed nothing would go wrong.
Suppressing her unease, she smiled and took Makoto Ito's arm, leading him toward the lounge of Sakaki Academy.
A group of drunken men staggered along behind them. Several times Makoto tried to warn Qingqing, but each time, she silenced him with a passionate kiss.
"Makoto... we're here!"
Leaning against the door, Qingqing glanced at Liu Li not far away and flashed a signal, grinning happily. All that remained was for Liu Li to herd those drunks inside like dogs; the bones were already prepared.
"Makoto!"
Qingqing hugged Makoto at the door, her plump red lips whispering secrets into his ear.
"The truth is..."
The truth is what? Makoto looked at her with anticipation, his hands slipping once more around her slender waist.
"The truth is... I never liked you at all."
What?!
Makoto's hand, which had been wandering over Qingqing's body, froze. She must be lying, he thought. Maybe she was afraid he would abandon her after tonight.
"Qingqing, I won't abandon you. I'll always love you."
Slap!
Qingqing laughed, knocking his hand away. Rising on tiptoe, her delicate fingers gripped his collar. She delighted in toying with men this way.
"Do you want us to be naked together, just the two of us?"
"Yes!"

"Heh, keep dreaming."
Qingqing spoke, turning her head to blow a breath into Makoto's ear.
Qingqing was truly something special; though she said no, she clearly longed to be with him. Even now, Makoto's heart brimmed with anticipation for the night ahead.
But sweet expectations are made to be shattered—and always are, completely.
"I just found you amusing. I never expected you would abandon all your friends for someone like me."
As she spoke, her delicate tongue snaked like a serpent along Makoto's neck, making his breathing grow even more rapid.
"Men—are you so ashamed of being virgins? Or is it that a woman's body is so precious to you, worth all this eager pursuit?"
No one could hear her words. In this moment, Qingqing treated Makoto as nothing more than a final plaything. She felt as if the world itself lay beneath her feet.
"I love watching you slap girls, Makoto. Because in those moments, you look like such a fool."
She placed his hand fully on her chest. "I know you like it. I like watching you make that stupid face, too."
With that, she unbuttoned her collar, letting his entire hand slip inside.
"Is it warm? Are you moved? Do you feel women are all cheap, spinning around you men like moths to a flame..."
The two spun in a slow waltz at the doorway of the lounge.
Slap!
Qingqing shoved Makoto against the door, pressing herself slowly against him.
"Actually, we all have only one wish..."
Their bodies separated, their gazes grew cold, but Qingqing's smile only became sweeter, more radiant.
"We just want to see you men betrayed by everyone, and then die, miserable and alone in hell!"
Bang!
The lounge door flew open.
Makoto, caught off balance, fell hard onto the floor.
When he looked up, Qingqing was gone. He still thought she was whispering sweet nothings to him.
It wasn't until several drunken, half-naked men appeared before him, closing the door with leering grins, that Makoto realized Qingqing's words had been true.
Hell had arrived.

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I’ll do my best and aim for another 10,000-word update then!