In Hentai World as Mira Tsubakihara's Relative

"I don't want to die, AHHHH!"

Emotionally collapsing, Katase Shouya ran desperately, trying to escape this terrifying place.

Although the Mitsubishi military blade he threw was weak and powerless due to his breakdown, Hikari still extended two fingers, precisely clamping the twisting Mitsubishi blade in mid-air.

Then, he lightly crossed his index and middle fingers.

The sharp and sturdy triangular blade was instantly snapped in two. Without sparing a glance at the hilt that fell to the ground, Hikari slightly raised his head, then casually flicked the blade fragment between his fingers. [T/N: Ninja type sh*t]

SHH!

A sharp tearing sound echoed, followed by the sound of flesh being pierced.

The Mitsubishi blade Hikari threw struck accurately into Katase Shouya's thigh just as he tried to flee but hadn't run more than two steps.

The sharp triangular blade easily pierced through Katase Shouya's thigh. The blood groove on the blade crazily drew out the blood within his body.

This sensation of blood gushing out uncontrollably caused Katase Shouya to scream in pain and despair.

"AHHHH!"

Falling to the ground in pain, Katase Shouya could no longer run.

Covering his bleeding wound, a sudden flash of inspiration made him turn and kneel before Hikari.

"Hikari-kun! I was wrong. I beg you to spare my life, okay?"

"I'm just a useless fool for trying to go against you—it was my mistake."

"But all of this was Coach Togo's plan. I was only coerced by him."

"I beg you! Please spare my life, okay?"

"I'm willing to serve you like a slave! Please spare my life!"

Katase Shouya knelt and began kowtowing to Hikari desperately, pleading for mercy.

Meanwhile, Coach Togo, who was clutching his eye pierced by the blade and lost in pain and shock, snapped out of it upon hearing Katase Shouya's familiar voice.

He immediately followed suit, dropping to his knees and kowtowing frantically to Hikari.

While doing so, he pointed at Katase Shouya and shouted, "He's lying!"

"All those plans were his idea."

"Hikari-kun, you can't spare him."

"This brat, Katase Shouya, has always hated you, thinking you stole Nanao Akane from him."

"I'll tell you everything. I'm even willing to help you kill him."

"Hikari-kun! Please, spare my life "

"I'm different from this useless trash Katase Shouya. I'm the coach of the baseball team."

"If you're interested in baseball, you can come to me."

"If you like any of the girls from the baseball team or their girlfriends, I can help you get them."

"As long as you spare my life, I'll do anything for you from now on, Hikari-kun."

Indeed, as an adult, Coach Togo displayed a level of maturity that far surpassed Katase Shouya's.

While Katase Shouya could only beg for mercy repeatedly, Coach Togo not only pleaded and shifted blame but also emphasized his usefulness.

However, none of this mattered to Hikari.

Ignoring their kowtowing and begging, Hikari turned slightly toward Nanao Akane, who was leaning against a tree trunk, and smiled. "Nanao-chan, you should leave here first."

"The scene that follows isn't particularly healthy for a teenager."

Hearing his words, Nanao Akane shot a disgusted and repulsed glance at the two kowtowing men, then obediently nodded. "Alright! I'll listen to you, Hikari-kun."

Although she didn't know what he planned to do next, she was determined to follow any command Hikari gave her at this point.

Once Nanao Akane was far enough away not to witness what happened next, Hikari smiled and shifted his gaze back to the two kneeling men, still frantically kowtowing as though competing over who could kowtow louder.

Both of their foreheads were already stained with blood from repeated banging against the ground.

Terrified by Hikari's earlier display, they continued pleading for mercy, afraid of his next move.

But Hikari's expression remained calm, indifferent as still water.

Knowing the true nature of people like Togo and Katase, he never believed their lies.

Before leaving today, he had already sentenced these "father-son" figures, infamous for their despicable deeds, to death in his mind.

For scum like Coach Togo, fire was their only proper end.

Keeping them alive would only waste resources.

However, outright killing them might be too dull.

How about playing an amusing little game first?

"Raise your heads."

Hikari's calm yet commanding voice reached their ears.

Both men immediately raised their heads, only to meet Hikari's emotionless gaze.

"Do you have instructions for us, Hikari-kun? Just say the word, and I'll do anything." Coach Togo spoke eagerly, sensing a sliver of hope.

Katase Shouya quickly echoed, "Yes, yes! Whatever you need, just tell us. We'll definitely do it."

Hikari smiled faintly and picked up two rods from the pile of weapons they had intended to use against him.

One was a thick wooden stick, nearly the size of a bowl's diameter.

The other was a smaller, iron rod about the size of a baseball bat but much sturdier.

Holding the two rods, Hikari asked with a smile, "I have two rods here. Pick one for yourselves."

"As for their purpose... take a guess."

Hearing his words, both Togo and Shouya froze, their minds racing.

Hearing Hikari's words, Coach Togo and Katase Shouya first froze, then their brains started spinning rapidly.

One has to admit, in the face of a life-and-death crisis, humans truly can surpass their limits.

The two, who were usually not very bright, quickly guessed the general idea behind Hikari's intentions.

In an instant, cold sweat dripped down both their foreheads, their faces turned pale, and they looked bloodless.

They roughly understood Hikari's intention behind letting them choose sticks. Although they were deeply resistant to it in their hearts, they dared not voice it out at this moment.

Coach Togo took a deep breath and said first, "I... I'll choose that thinner iron stick."

Hikari smiled, "Good. Then this wooden stick belongs to you, Katase Shouya."

Looking at the wooden club, as thick as a bowl and covered in spikes, Katase Shouya's eyes widened as he screamed, "AHHH!"

Hearing Katase Shouya's horrified wail, Coach Togo unexpectedly felt a slight sense of relief.

The only thing worse than being miserable is having no one else even more miserable than you.

However, just as Coach Togo exhaled, he suddenly heard Hikari say, "Oh, by the way, this iron stick has to be heated before use, just to keep things fair." [T/N: 🤣]

As he spoke, Hikari tossed the iron stick into a bonfire that Katase Shouya and Coach Togo had inexplicably lit earlier.

Under the scorching flames, the iron stick, which had excellent thermal conductivity, quickly had a large section burned bright red, looking horrifying to Coach Togo.

"I... I... I..."

Coach Togo wanted to say that this was completely unfair.

If he had known beforehand that the iron stick would be heated, he would have preferred the spiked wooden club.

After all, being destroyed violently might still be better than being roasted and destroyed.

But when he saw Hikari's half-smiling, cold gaze, he wisely shut his mouth.

Because he knew that even if he spoke up, the outcome wouldn't change.

If anything, it would only get worse.

Coach Togo could only endure the pain in his heart, clenching his muscles tightly, repeatedly contracting his sphincter in preparation for the impending "enjoyment," all while trembling with fear.

When the iron stick was heated sufficiently, Hikari used his iron-hard hand to retrieve it casually.

Then, he tossed the spiked wooden club, which resembled a mace, into Coach Togo's hand.

"Th-This is for me to use?"

Even though this thing also had the potential to kill someone outright, Coach Togo, who had been mentally prepared to accept the scalding iron stick, felt a sudden turnaround and spoke with a tone full of surprise.

At the side, Katase Shouya widened his eyes and was about to speak, but Hikari cut him off, saying, "No, you're mistaken. This is still for Katase Shouya to use."

"It's just that such things are always difficult to do by oneself."

"You two usually help each other out, right?"

"This time, you'll have to properly assist each other."

As he spoke, Hikari tossed the iron stick, now red-hot on one end, into Katase Shouya's hand.

Katase Shouya, not possessing Hikari's heat-resistant constitution, felt the scorching heat sear through even the other end of the stick, making his hand emit faint smoke.

However, under Hikari's intimidating gaze and the thought that the hottest end of the stick would only be experienced by Coach Togo, Katase Shouya gritted his teeth and tightly gripped the glowing iron stick.

Hikari glanced at his watch, picked up a small chainsaw from the ground, and started it up. Amid the buzzing roar of the chainsaw, he said to the two, "Begin."

"Within one minute, I want to see these two sticks making intimate contact with you."

"Within three minutes, I want to see these two sticks become one with you."

"If you fail to accomplish this in time, or if there's any sign of laziness or refusal to help each other properly, the chainsaw in my hand will assist you."

"I've already given you the chance to live."

"Whether or not you grasp it is up to you." [T/N: I should probably add go*e to the tags]

Hikari smiled and turned the chainsaw to its maximum power.

At the same time, his gaze swept over Coach Togo and Katase Shouya's legs, crotches, hands, abdomens, chests, necks, and other areas repeatedly.

Listening to the terrifying roar of the chainsaw and seeing Hikari's cold, emotionless gaze, as frigid as ice, Coach Togo and Katase Shouya, despite their deep unwillingness, began to approach each other in a position they had once tried several times in the past but now loathed.

Although not identical, their posture now resembled a rough 69 position.

Then, they slowly moved the sticks in their hands toward certain parts of each other's bodies.

"Ah!!!"

"Ow!!!"

Two heart-wrenching cries of anguish echoed simultaneously.

The raw grief in these cries surpassed that of a child losing their mother or an elder losing their child.

In the office where they once exchanged endearments like "my dear" and "sweetheart," the two now turned their heads away, glaring at each other with bloodshot, reddened eyes.

Their four eyes were filled with boundless hatred for one another and immeasurable pain.

"Katase Shouya! You animal! Slower! It's BURNING me!" Coach Togo roared furiously.

"Coach Togo! You bastard! Be gentler! I'm TEARING apart!" Katase Shouya screamed hoarsely in return.

"I told you to slow down! Did you hear me?" Coach Togo instinctively tried to threaten Katase Shouya, pushing the wooden stick in his hand forward another inch.

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