All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends

Chapter 119: Yukima Azuma: Everythings Just According to Keikaku!

In the end, MEM still revealed Kurokawa Akane's home address.

She and Yukima Azuma added each other on Line.

All the information she had was sent directly to Yukima Azuma's phone.

There was no other choice.

As a kind person, she couldn't just stand by and watch her friend perish.

But she herself couldn't think of any way to turn the situation around.

Even though revealing her friend's personal information tormented MEM's conscience.

The situation had already become as bad as it could possibly get.

It had truly hit rock bottom.

Once a person dies, there's nothing left.

MEM could only hope that Yukima Azuma would stop Kurokawa Akane from spiraling into despair.

Putting his phone away, Yukima Azuma reached out and pinched MEM's cheek gently.

The girl looked so adorable, with her soft golden hair, giving off the vibe of a neighborly little sister straight out of a slice-of-life anime.

Who would have thought this cute girl, in reality, was older than the current Yukinoshita Yukino?

That's right, the girl pretending to be an 18-year-old high schooler was actually... 25 years old.

Being pinched on the cheek, MEM wanted to cry but had no tears left.

She felt like she had boarded a pirate ship, entirely at someone else's mercy.

The psychological tactics of her opponent were truly masterful.

And their foundation was frighteningly solid.

Would she later be forced to comply with some hidden rules?

"By the way, MEM, your current contract with your company is just a regular partnership, isn't it?"

"So, what do you think about switching jobs and joining our Laplace Corporation?"

MEM's eyes widened.

It's here! The hidden rules!

She instinctively stepped back.

Her gaze fell on the boy's face.

His hair was wet from the rain, though dried off with a towel at the police station, it still fell in a slightly damp look.

It gave off a charm akin to someone who had just stepped out of the shower.

The boy's eyebrows and eyes were breathtakingly beautiful, like stars in the night sky, leaving people sighing in awe.

Despite being accustomed to handsome and beautiful faces in the entertainment industry for so long, MEM still found herself mesmerized for a few seconds.

Too handsome.

If he worked as a male host, he'd definitely empty her wallet.

Huh? Then if she were "forced into hidden rules," would she actually be the one benefiting?

MEM clutched her head, spiraling into confusion.

Seeing MEM dazed, Yukima Azuma chuckled softly and ruffled her golden hair.

His gaze shifted to Kurokawa Akane.

"What should we do?"

MEM also looked over, asking worriedly.

"For now, let's find something for her to do."

Yukima Azuma voiced his thoughts.

...

Leaving the police station, Kurokawa Akane wearily followed her mother home.

In her dark room, she hugged her knees, sitting in the corner of her bed. Her mind couldn't form a coherent thread, breaking apart into scattered fragments.

Kurokawa Akane was a talented actress.

She could fully immerse herself in a character by studying the script and deliver a performance so flawless it left people in awe.

But outside of acting, Kurokawa Akane had no other talents.

She didn't understand human psychology, and her communication skills were only average.

So, when placed in an unscripted dating show, Kurokawa Akane failed to create an appealing image in the eyes of the audience.

On the contrary, she revealed her ordinary self to the viewers.

For an entertainer, this was an incredibly damaging thing.

As the dating show continued to progress, the complaints from her management company grew louder.

She could only perform on stage but wasn't bringing in much revenue for the company.

She had to appear more frequently on variety shows to secure more work opportunities.

Under this heavy pressure, even a small mistake could easily escalate into a major incident.

And one mistake led to an overwhelming punishment she couldn't bear.

Kurokawa Akane was only seventeen years old this year.

At this age, even a few casual remarks from classmates could leave her overthinking for days.

Being isolated by a few people was enough to cast a psychological shadow over the beautiful years of her youth.

And Kurokawa Akane?

She was being insulted and bullied by thousands, even tens of thousands of people.

Without the image of an actress to shield her, she was simply her true self being bullied.

Facing such intense criticism for the first time, Kurokawa Akane felt like her life had come to an end.

When she tried to explain, the insults only grew fiercer.

The company demanded that she stay silent and deal with everything quietly.

But even if the situation calmed down for a bit,

When her entertainment career resumed, all of this would undoubtedly be brought up again.

In that dark world, there wasn't a single ray of light.

For an entire day and night, Kurokawa Akane couldn't stop herself from scrolling through the endless comments.

That act was nothing but self-torture.

In her collapse, she noticed a message sent by MEM in the group chat.

It was only then she realized she hadn't eaten anything all day.

Like a lifeless shell, she stepped out of her room and headed to the nearest convenience store to buy some food.

The world outside was dark and chaotic.

Cold raindrops fell on her, but she barely felt them.

When she passed by a pedestrian bridge,

She looked down at the hazy world below.

The feeling of collapse had reached its peak.

So tired.

Thinking so much, I'm exhausted.

I don't want to think anymore.

Drawn to the neon lights shining below,

Kurokawa Akane let go.

If I just fall like this, maybe I'll be free.

But someone grabbed her forcefully, pulling her back into this dark world.

She began to struggle wildly.

She screamed loudly.

Her nails scratched against the person holding her.

Blood dripped onto her face.

Kurokawa Akane broke down even further.

If only I hadn't ruined everything, if only I hadn't hurt Sumi Yuki, how much better would that have been?

And now, I've hurt someone else again.

She kept apologizing, admitting fault.

She didn't hesitate to kneel and bow.

The pain in her body didn't matter.

As long as she could be forgiven, she was willing to do anything.

What happened after that?

Kurokawa Akane couldn't remember clearly.

The world around her kept changing.

The voices of others became indistinct as they entered her ears.

Like being underwater, all sounds were blurred and unclear.

So tired.

The more I think, the more exhausted I feel.

But my thoughts just won't stop.

The chaotic fragments refused to connect, breaking into countless pieces, spinning around in her head.

How can I stop this torment?

Sitting in her dark room,

Kurokawa Akane fumbled around, trying to find her phone.

But her phone had already been confiscated.

All the internet-connected devices in her room had been taken away.

But at this point, measures like that couldn't salvage anything anymore.

Stopping someone who is self-destructing is truly difficult.

External stimuli can only affect the body; they cannot penetrate the soul.

Yet, her collapse strangely paused for a brief moment.

Kurokawa Akane, as her gaze drifted past a corner of the window, suddenly froze.

Through the glass, in the blurry world before her eyes, a figure appeared.

He stood alone in the rain.

They were several dozen meters apart.

For a fleeting moment, their eyes met.

Then, Kurokawa Akane watched that figure as he slowly turned his back in the hazy world.

He walked away, steady but unhurried, heading in a certain direction.

The world in her eyes gradually began to return to reality.

She saw clearly where that figure was heading.

It was the Tokyo drainage river.

Amidst the heavy rain, the river tasked with relieving flood pressure was already full.

The water flowed with a terrifying intensity.

That figure took step after step toward the railing by the river.

Kurokawa Akane immediately understood what he intended to do.

Jump into the river and seek release.

But was release truly as beautiful as she imagined?

When she shifted her perspective from her own to a third person's, images began forming in Kurokawa Akane's mind.

Falling into the river, her body would be swept away by the rushing current, liquid filling her nose and lungs.

Slamming into the concrete walls of the levee, her body would twist and contort, becoming misshapen.

Then submerged by the water, bloating, no longer resembling anything human.

That figure planted the fear of death deeply in Kurokawa Akane.

Her throat was dry, unable to utter a single sound.

Without thinking, Kurokawa Akane immediately slid the window open and jumped out.

She didn't care that she was barefoot, nor did she notice the wet, muddy ground beneath her feet.

She ran with all her might toward that figure.

Before the person could climb over the railing, she lunged and shoved him to the ground.

The two of them tumbled over the ground twice.

And in the pouring rain…

Only the sound of Kurokawa Akane's sobs remained.

....

The moment he was pushed down, Yukima Azuma understood that his plan had succeeded.

Stopping someone in the midst of self-destruction was an extraordinarily difficult task.

You needed to give them something to do, something to keep their mind from spiraling into darkness.

But how could you motivate someone who had given up all hope in the world to keep living?

After thorough deliberation, Yukima Azuma had come up with two realistic solutions.

One was to send them to a psychiatric hospital, strap them down to a bed.

Restrict their physical freedom, prevent their death, and work toward a solution.

The second method was to strip away their identity as someone who needed saving.

A person who had already given up on life and accepted being saved would rarely find the strength to return to shore on their own.

So, at this moment, the opposite approach was required.

Turn them into a savior.

When that happened, they would try to swim on their own.

Even if they couldn't reach the shore, it was still better than sinking further.

Thus, Yukima Azuma chose the right moment and arrived at the address MEM had provided.

He scouted the surroundings.

Indeed, there was a river nearby, ideal for someone desperate to end it all.

After confirming the location, Yukima Azuma stood at a spot where he could "perform" convincingly and began rehearsing.

The spotlight might only shine for a fleeting moment.

Yukima Azuma had to seize that moment.

What needed to be done to create an image so compelling it would leave the viewer breathless?

Even a passing glance had to be enough to capture their attention.

Closing his eyes, Yukima Azuma recalled the time before he had met Kasumigaoka Utaha, his senpai.

If there was ever a time to invest genuine emotion, this was it.

Notification: Your acting skill has reached its maximum limit.

Acting (Lv1) → Acting (Lv2).

Given that the other party wasn't entirely lucid at the moment,

This level of skill would suffice.

Yukima Azuma opened his eyes, waiting for the light to fall upon him.

Before long, her gaze was locked on him.

When their eyes met, Yukima Azuma began walking slowly toward the riverbank.

He needed to move slowly, to give her enough time to catch up.

As long as this performance ended perfectly,

Everything that followed would enter easy mode.

As he walked, Yukima Azuma silently complained about how slow she was.

Just as he was about to climb over the railing,

Finally, Kurokawa Akane lunged toward him.

The performance concluded flawlessly.

Holding the girl in his arms, Yukima Azuma curled his lips into a smile.

Everythings Just According to Keikaku!

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