Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge!

Kota's fists trembled at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he glared at Haruto. He wanted nothing more than to punch that smug grin off Haruto's face.

But deep down, he knew the truth—he would dodge with ease, and the counterpunch would leave him sprawled on the ground, humiliated once more.

Even now, as a member of Red Fang, he felt like nothing had changed. He was still the pathetic, invisible nerd he'd always been.

Shouldn't he, as part of this infamous gang, be the one others feared?

Instead, the student mocked him as if his status was a joke.

"Why are you keeping silent?" Haruto's voice cut through his thoughts like a knife.

"Is it because you finally understand why you're a loser, or are you just thinking of more excuses?"

The words stung because they were true. Kota's mind flashed to Mari—popular, kind, beautiful.

She was the shining star of the student council, loved by everyone.

And then there was Kota. A nobody. A nerd. Someone people ignored unless it was to laugh at him.

Mari has openly told everyone that she was a victim of his pervertedness.

Even being in Red Fang meant nothing—he was just a faceless lackey. The students would still see him as a bastard that like to peep a girl.

Now, his pathetic actions had nearly dragged the gang's name through the mud.

"Whatever it is," Daiki's voice broke the tense silence, "both of you need to fix this mess."

He leaned back on the sofa, exhaling as if the entire situation bored him.

"Me?" Haruto shrugged, smirking.

"I wouldn't even know where to start fixing this pathetic loser's reputation."

"I don't care, just fix it. Unless, of course, you'd prefer I drag her here myself."

Ren chimed in, his voice sharp. "Just that isn't enough. I want that video twice a week from now on." He shot Haruto with a pointed look.

Haruto chuckled. "Not a problem for me." His eyes flicked to Kota, sharp and predatory.

"But Ren has a point. This alone won't clean up his mess, will it?" his eyes were on Daiki, as if he demanded him to punish Kota more.

Daiki laughed, his amusement cutting through the room. "Kota, you'll fix this by coming here next weekend on Saturday." He gestured toward Azuma, who handed Kota a flyer.

Kota took it with shaking hands, his eyes scanning the glossy paper. It was a brochure for a pub.

His voice trembled as he stammered, "I… I'm not old enough to go there."

Daiki rolled his eyes, grabbing an ashtray and twirling it in his hand. "Just say yes, or do you want this thing smashed over your head?"

Kota shuddered and nodded quickly. "Y-Yes! I'll go!"

"Good," Daiki said, leaning back again.

"It'd be embarrassing if one of our members couldn't even handle himself in a fight."

As Daiki dismissed them, Kota turned to leave, his legs moving stiffly toward the door. But just as he reached for the handle, Ren's cold voice stopped him.

"One more stupid mistake, and I'll kill you."

Kota froze, his body stiff with fear, before bolting out the door, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

"Pathetic," Haruto muttered under his breath, his lips curling into a smirk as he turned to leave.

***

Kota stumbled into the dingy school restroom, slamming the door shut behind him. His breaths were ragged, uneven, as he approached the cracked mirror above the sink.

The reflection staring back at him was barely recognizable—his face was a mess of blood and swelling, his glasses skewed and cracked.

He twisted the tap with shaky hands, letting the cold water gush into the sink before scooping it up and splashing it onto his face.

The sting of the water hitting his open wounds made him cry out.

"AHHH!!! This hurts!" he groaned, gripping the edges of the sink tightly.

The pain was sharp, as if shards of glass were slicing into his skin.

"FUCK! FUCK! This is all because of that bastard!"

Kota's frustration boiled over. He stomped his foot and swung his fist at the mirror. The glass held firm, his knuckles taking the brunt of the impact.

He winced, clutching his hand as fresh pain shot through his fingers.

"Mari must've been brainwashed by that bastard! I'm sure of it!" he muttered, his voice laced with desperation.

His trembling fingers wiped at the blood still dripping from his nose, smearing it across his face.

"She's a kind woman! She would never betray me like this! She would never be so cruel to spread such filthy rumors!"

But doubt clawed at the edges of his thoughts. His jaw clenched as a new theory took hold.

"Or maybe... maybe she isn't the one who did it. Maybe it's Haruto!"

Kota's eyes burned with rage as he gripped the sides of his head, pulling at his hair. His voice rose, a mixture of anger and despair.

"How dare he pretend to be my angel! That damned bastard! Haruto, you son of a—"

His voice cracked, his words giving way to a guttural scream.

"I'll kill him," he hissed through gritted teeth, the words like poison on his tongue.

His hands fell to his sides, curling into fists as he started pacing the small restroom like a caged animal.

"I'll make him pay for what he's done to me! This time, he'll be the one who suffers!"

A twisted grin spread across Kota's face as his anger morphed into something darker.

His laughter echoed off the grimy tiles, sharp and maniacal, a sound that even made him seem alien to himself.

He paused, his reflection catching his eye again. Bloodied, battered, and smiling like a man possessed.

"Yeah," he murmured, the grin lingering.

"I'll make him regret everything."

Kota's mind raced, a flurry of thoughts piecing together a plan.

His hands trembled not from fear, but from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Whatever it took, however long it took, Haruto would pay.