Reincarnated Into a Hentai World - 3

Approaching my clearly desolated friend, I asked. "Alright how did it go?"

Seeing the incredulous look on his face when he turned towards me, I grimaced. Yeah, it was pretty clear how it went just looking at his sorry ass.

He looked at my face, but didn't seem to register who I was and, for a time, I thought I wouldn't get an answer, so I dropped my backpack by his side and sat down with him.

"It didn't, I never confessed."

"Shit, man, don't tell me you backed out like that? The pipsqueak and I are gonna mock you forever." I slapped him upside the head, but noticed things weren't so simple when he didn't react at all. "Alright, what's going on?"

"You were right, I was too late." He told me and buried his face in his hands, desperately trying to wipe away some tears.

"She has a boyfriend then?" I asked and, since he was one of my best friends, decided to be a little bit of an asshole to someone else. "Come on man, you can still win her back, it's not like they are married or anything right?"

"I caught them having sex."

Well shit, with how much he liked her, that must have hurt. The young idiot may have taken Setsuna for granted, but he did love her.

I shivered, ugh feelings and teenager feelings at that, still, I gulped and decided to go ahead.  "Alright, wanna talk about it?"

Thankfully, he didn't take me up on the offer and only blew his nose on his own shirt. I waited what I thought was an appropriate amount of time before speaking again. "You do know that doesn't actually change what I said right? Being a virgin isn't a requirement for a girlfriend."

"Just… Shut up already."

"Fine, fine." I patted his back and looked around to see if there was anyone approaching us. I met the eyes of one of my bodyguards, but waving him away before he thought I was trying to catch his attention. Eventually, I couldn't resist. "Who was it anyway?"

"Professor Kuroki."

Slowly, I took my arms away from his shoulders and just stared at his downcast figure, my face going from concern to serious.

"Let me see if I understand this right…" I started talking in a completely neutral voice. "You caught professor Kuroki, an almost 40 year’s old ugly motherfucker, having sex with your childhood friend on school grounds… And your reaction was to just… leave and cry?"

I could barely believe my own words, but the stupid idiot just avoided my eyes from shame. I grabbed him by the head and twisted it until he was looking me straight in the eyes, my voice now very hard. "Answer me, Akashi Ginta."

"Y-yes!" He got a little mad and tried to beat my arm away. I wasn't having it, so he started screaming. "Alright, I just ran away! I'm a coward, are you happy now?"

"No." I punched him in his stupid face, sending his body crashing to the ground.

Grabbing his shirt, I mounted the retarded coward and started punching him in the face, repeatedly trying to beat the stupid out of him. I didn't enhance my strength, but my base muscles were more than enough.

After quite a few hits, I noticed something weighting my arm and turned my face to see Kenta hanging my arm, desperately trying to put me into a joint lock, but without much success.

The moment I turned his way, the little shit punched me in the throat. I fell back and away from the target of my rage, clutching at my damaged neck.

"What the fuck, Saionji!" screamed Kenta. "What the actual fuck?!"

"Come on Kenta; get out of my fucking way. I want to punch some sense into that fucking useless guy!" The little guy had managed to get my fingers into a very painful position and was keeping me on the ground with it.

I could break his hold, but only if I was willing to punch his lights out or empower myself and he wasn't the one I was angry at. Ginta himself had spit a lot of blood on the ground and was curling up into a fetal position.

"Stop it already!" he screamed and I finally stopped struggling. There were very few things I despised more than someone too stupid to protect what they cared about, so I still wanted to beat some sense into the idiot, but Kenta was right, any more and I'd put him in the hospital.

Using my other hand, I called for one of my bodyguards and told them to bring the car while Kenta helped Ginta recover and clean up a little.

Together, we waited there, without speaking and with Ginta spitting out blood from time to time. Eventually, a black car parked in front of us and some of my servants helped/forced us three inside.

I let the driver take us away from the school and pulled my phone out, starting to type to one of my private eyes, ordering him to start looking at professor Kuroki with an urgent warning. Finally, Kenta seemed to get feed up with the silence and spoke.

"Alright, you guys just ruined a very good thing for me. Start. Talking."

"This utter moron here." I pointed to the idiot in question on the other side of the seats. "Just found Shiraha-san getting raped by professor Kuroki and, instead of doing anything, just stood there sulking like a little bitch!"

"Raping?" Ginta lifted his head in alarm.

"Well, what do you call when a 40 years old professor is having sex with a 15 years old girl inside school against her will?" I asked with disgust. "Or do you really think Kuroki is handsome, rich or powerful enough to attract her? He's an asshole without a single redeeming feature!"

"Shit." cursed Kenta as Ginta tried to processing what I had said. "What are we gonna do about it?"

"Not bitch and moan while she continues to suffer, that's for certain." I grumbled.

"Stop that!" Kenta slapped me on the back of the head.

"Sorry, he just pissed me off." I scratched my head where I had been hit and sighed. "Alright, it's just… This is exactly why I force you guys to take self defense classes with me. You’re supposed to do something when you see this kind of thing, not act like passive idiots while people you care about suffer."

"Fuck, I really messed up." Ginta whispered and then smashed his hand against the car seat. "That motherfucker, I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch!"

Turning around, he buried his face against the seat and started screaming in rage.

Kenta let himself fall back and released a frustrated sigh. "Again, how do we deal with this?" I lifted an eyebrow and stared at him, but he just shook his head. "Don't look at me like that… you're filthy rich; don't tell me you can't find out a way to deal with the bastard."

Noticing that Ginta had finally stopped screaming and was paying attention, I spoke. "Well, there's only two ways to deal with this kind of thing permanently. The right way and the satisfying way."

"What's the satisfying way?" asked Ginta quickly.

"We make the bastard unable to bother anyone else ever again. For all intents and purposes he'd just… disappear."

"Shit." they both said at the same time and Ginta lost a little of his fire, then Kenta spoke. "And the right way?"

"We gather evidence; get Shiraha to testify in court and lock his ass in prison for the next 20 years, but everyone will know what happened to her and… Well, his lawyer will probably try to drag her reputation to the mud. Say it was she who seduced him and things like that."

"Can't you just… threaten him a little? Force him to go away, find another job?"

"And then what, find out he has been raping another girl not even a year later? Be realistic here Ginta, the man has been a teacher for almost 20 years, do you really believe this is his first time doing this kind of thing? Or, for that matter, that this would be the last?" I shook my head at them and finally managed to make myself relax my closed fists. "No, I refuse to allow this to become someone else's problem. I'll let you decide what to do but, one way or another, this stops tomorrow."

"And I was having such good day too." complained Kenta under his breath. I gave him a small smile and whispered back.

"Did you succeed?"

"Yeah, she has this annoying friend that's always hanging around her, but she helped the both of us to start dating"

"Congratulations." I gave him a real happy nod. After that, the both of us turned towards Ginta again, waiting for his answer.

"Fuck!" he cursed again. "I can't let her suffer anymore but…you said he had other victims right, can't you find one of them?"

"I could, but are you really gonna do that to another girl just because you don't know her?" I patted his shoulder, noticing his flinching when my hand approached. "Look, this may even be good for her. I always heard on TV that it's good to confront your tormentor and things like that. Anyways, I asked someone to look at his life ASAP so, tomorrow morning, we should have an idea of what he's really done. Sleep on it, alright?"

"Yeah, fine." Kenta sighed, lowering his head in shame and anger. My car stopped in front of his house and the driver opened one of the doors. Before leaving, he glanced back. "…And Thanks."

The next day, the three of us stood at the corner to professor Kuroki's house, another two of my bodyguards beside us. I gave them a nod and they both made their way to the house, pressing the bell and forcing their way inside.

Looking towards my friends, I asked one last time. "You guys sure about this?"

"Yes." Ginta nodded, his eyes filled with rage, but even Kenta was nodding.

"The bastard has footage of my girlfriend having sex. I'm not certain what he planned to do with it, but I'm also not willing to risk finding out." Kenta growled.

And damn, was Kenta's girlfriend hardcore. I didn't watch the entire video since he said they were exclusive now but, losing her virginity to a gangbang organized by her best friend wasn't something most girls would be fine with.

Handing a baseball bat to Ginta, I turned towards one of my father's supers, a man able to make up to 12 people become unnoticeable to any form of recording, from memory to film and even other powers. The super activated his power and we walked inside the house.

Ginta couldn't contain himself. The second he saw the professor being held down on his knees he attacked, hitting the man on the side of the head with the bat before just going to town on his arms and back.

At first, the man tried to scream and fight back but, every time he did anything effective, one of the bodyguards would interfere. Eventually, he was left with broken limbs and whimpering on the ground.

I thought Ginta would finish it, but he seemed to be spent. Breathing hard, he threw the bat away from himself and kicked the professor twice in the balls before retreating into a wall and beginning to cry again.

I nodded to Kenta and the little guy went to help him, his face hard as a rock.

Standing in front of this… maggot, I wasn't calling him a man, I extended a hand towards one of my bodyguards and was handed a folder filled with pictures. "Do you know why we're here?"

"The-the girl." he whispered and I shook my head.

"Ah… if it was only the girl Ginta probably wouldn't have gotten the courage to do this. It's about the dozen girls, and the woman, and the two kids barely above ten." I crouched down so I could look at the maggots fearful eyes. "Did you know, I think rape is the second worst crime one can commit? I have no problem with someone buying affection or using sex to gain things, but rape is a big no-no for me. It’s just bellow pedophilia, really."

I punched his nose, caving it in and sending a spray of blood all over the floor. "Congratulations Kuroki, you committed both those crimes, multiple times. You're not walking out of here, the question is, are you gonna go with the easy way or the hard way?"

Suddenly grabbing his hand, I bent one of his intact fingers the wrong way hearing the distinctive crack of breaking bones.

Unable to even scream anymore, the maggot released a whimper.

"Wrong answer." I broke another and he already had precious few remaining.

"The… coff, coff… the easy way." he managed to say through the blood on his mouth.

"Great, where is all the evidence and did you have a partner?"

"No… ugh, no partner." He panted. "I knew I guy who could… coff, get me some drugs when the…arf…. the girl was too tough, but that's it."

"I want the name." I broke another finger, because why not?

"Obata, his name’s Obata!" the man screamed in fear and I motioned for him to continue. "He's black and… coff…coff…coff… works at a small club downtown, selling girls and… coff… drugs."

"Good maggot." I mocked, patting his hair as if he was a dog. With a grunt, I pushed myself up. "Drown him, I hear it's a terrible way to go… then search the entire house for everything. Call some of father's supers if you have to, I want nothing of this man to survive."

Ginta started throwing up to the side and even Kenta appeared to be shaken. Unable to hold on anymore, they ran from the house. I gave one last look at the monster and followed after them.

I found Kenta throwing up on top of Ginta's own waste. Dry heaving, both of them let themselves fall on their asses, taking desperate breaths.

Ginta looked at me with fear in his eyes. "I just ordered a man killed." He whispered and then had to close his mouth before he threw up again.

"That wasn’t a man that was a monster." I told him and sat down in front of both of them. "Did you know I first had a monster killed when I had just entered middle school?"

"What!" They both looked at me in horror and I nodded.

"I was studying in a small school at the time, hoping to stay away from anything having to do with the family. Everything was going alright when our class received a new teacher." I looked up, remembering the terror I felt at the time, the fear that the man’s very presence generated. "The man stood above two meters tall and was a mountain of muscles. He had long dark hair and sharp cruel eyes that made me want to cry just looking at him."

"So you just killed him?" Accused Ginta, but Kenta stopped him from getting up.

"No. When the man started introducing himself, he got a massive erection; it must have been the size of my arm right now and pulsating with fluid. Everyone in the class was frozen and the man actually reached a climax instantly, filling the room with the scent of sex and causing all the girls in class to pass out… and most of the boys too.”

“I still didn't order his death then and I regret it. I thought it could have been a sickness or someone messing with powers, since nobody seemed to find it strange. Instead, two days later, I found him having sex with the girls in the middle of class. He raped them, they went to him willingly, but only because his power caused them to enter some kind of trance, he even had the arrogance to praise me, saying I'd make a fine alpha someday, when I managed to push myself up and scream at him to stop. He also held me up with only one hand and threw me back into my chair, all the while, his cock inside an 11 years old girl."

Turning towards them, I noticed the horror in their faces and nodded. At least they understood that, sometimes, a monster can go too far… go so far as to no longer be human anymore.

"What did you do?"

"I was eleven at the time, of course I called father. I told him I needed a thing exterminated and it had to be quick." I looked up remembering the feeling. "Once I had already done it to his face, it was surprisingly easy overcoming the fear when away from him and, before the end of the day, a team of armed people burst into the school."

"So, they killed him like we did Kuroki?"

"It was quite a bit harder than with Kuroki. The man turned out to be one of the last members of a werewolf tribe that had been exterminated by heroes in Europe. He killed more than half of the people there and it was only because father had sent some supers to protect me that they managed to take him down. Worst is, two of the girls he had sex with died trying to protect him, another 5 killed themselves after the fact, when it was discovered that, despite being too young, they were all already pregnant and the government ordered the abortion."

"What the… why?"

"His particular strain of lycanthropy wasn't contagious, but it would breed true and his tribe was one of, if not the single worst tribe there was. As it was explained to me, lycans get some of the instincts of both wolves and humans, but how much and what of each is always a question. Some strains actually get only advantages, a protective instinct, a territorial sense tempered by human intellect so they are driven to become local heroes, some even got the urge to be absolutely monogamous, or a drive to create a well adjusted family.”

Scratching at my temples, I looked at both my friends and sighed. “His tribe wasn't one of them; they almost seemed designed to have the very worst of both worlds, aggressive, murderous and with a drive for control and reproduction. It takes a lot for every hero of an entire continent to decide to commit genocide, but his tribe had managed it."

We stayed quiet while sitting there until both of my guards walked out of the house and it started to catch fire. One of them nodded to me to confirm they had gotten rid of everything, while the other just handed me the teacher's cell phone.

I extended it towards Ginta. "Here, tell her we forced him to leave and give up his evidence."

He took the cell phone, but we stayed quiet for almost another hour before Getting up and just walking away.

Kenta himself shook his head and sighed. "This is messed up."

"Can't really deny that."

"Look, Saionji." He started and then seemed to be at a brief loss for words for a few seconds before slapping himself in the face. "Don't take this the wrong way, and I don't really regret what we did here but… never ask me to do something like this again."

"I understand." I told him. "Want I ride?"

"No, not today. I'm just gonna go meet with my girlfriend and try to forget this." I was left alone, sitting down as I watched both of my friends leave with heads held down.

It had been nearly 8 years since I realized I would never be a hero. I didn't have the strength of character needed to move for what was right and, while I did enjoy doing good, it was only when it didn't inconvenience me very much, or when doing nothing affected me, but this was the first time I thought I could be a villain.

Why the hell did I force my friends to be part of this or push so much for a quiet resolution?

"Sir, do you need anything else?"

"I want someone to quietly get information on this Obata he mentioned, Ito-san. Also, tell my father everything that happened here." I pushed myself up. "Don't want anything I did to catch him by surprise and cause trouble later."

"Young master's father already knows and bids me to remind you, you have already reached your objective here." The impeccably dressed man told me while holding the car's door open for me. "Young master has already dealt with the threat to his friend and this… Obata character has nothing to do with it."

"Well, father likes to pay for sex, organize orgies with his friends and plot borderline illegal hostile takeovers. I like to fuck up rapists and slavers, to each his own."

"Young master, with all respect… you're not a hero."

"I'm not trying to be a hero Ito-san." I almost laughed at the very thought. "I'm not doing this because I think it's the right thing, or that I have a duty to do it, it's honestly just satisfying. Father wouldn't be complaining so much if I forced myself on some girl or started bullying a classmate, why does he care if some third rate drug dealer gets the beating of his life?"

"As you wish, Young Master."

Entering the car, I started closed my eyes and started thinking about the future.