Aftermath
“Do you realize what you’ve done, senpai?”
I attempted to hide the rage as I delivered those words but looking at the pompous clown that was possibly about to wet himself and thinking about what he was planning for Marika, I just couldn’t calm my blood down.
That sweet girl. Her family. The Ichihara Family. They subjected her to this fate. And even when she diligently followed them at first, what she got was this idiot who only thinks she is his possession.
I clenched my fists, pooling in all my rage on that. If the punches I’ve thrown earlier were to protect myself. This time... I just wanted to vent my rage that piled up against this idiot.
Before he could answer, my fist had already made contact with his stomach, making a loud dull sound. It wasn’t just one. I hit him thrice, each one louder than the other. I also stomped at his hand and leg, resulting in his retching while clutching his stomach and twisting in pain.