Chapter 11

"So, what do you say, Trish? Will you work with me?" Kazuma asked, his hand still outstretched, his gaze fixed on her.

"I…" Trish stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as fear flickered across her face.

"What is it? Are you really this scared of David?" Kazuma's tone was sharp, cutting through the tension.

"Yes, I am," Trish admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "David has the connections and power to do whatever he wants. Have you forgotten? His father is the president." Her expression was etched with worry as she glanced nervously around, as if David's influence was lurking in every corner.

Kazuma's jaw tightened, and his eyes burned with fury. "Who cares if his father's the president? He could be a god or an angel,nothing will stop me from getting my revenge!" he shouted, his voice echoing with rage, a fire burning deep within him.

Trish blinked in confusion, still trying to wrap her head around Kazuma's intense hatred. "Why are you so mad at David? I thought you just recently transferred," she asked, her brows furrowed, trying to understand what fueled his anger.

*Damn it, I overplayed my hand,* Kazuma thought, mentally kicking himself for losing his cool. *I was supposed to stay calm and make her trust me.*

He took a slow, deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he regained control. "The reason I want revenge against David is because I've seen how he treats everyone. He bullies people, and I can't just stand by and watch," Kazuma said, his tone measured this time, but the fire still simmering beneath his words.

[Trish's likability towards you has increased by 5%.]

Kazuma blinked, momentarily stunned. *Wait, what? This is just like one of those romcom video games.*

"I believe you," Trish said, her voice soft but resolute, her eyes meeting his with newfound trust. "And I'd like to work with you, partner." She stretched out her hand toward him, hesitantly at first, but determined.

Kazuma grasped her hand, shaking it firmly. "I hope our partnership brings us closer to taking down David and his tyranny," he said, a smirk forming on his lips as the first glimmer of victory flashed in his eyes.

[You have successfully won Trish over. She has been added as a potential member of your harem.]

Kazuma stared at the message in disbelief. "What? Even though she's one of the people I'm planning to get revenge on? Isn't this system kind of busted?" he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of the absurd notification.

He stood up from the bed, the thin hospital sheets rustling beneath him. The nurse, who had been silently standing by, caught his attention. His gaze drifted to her chest, lingering a moment too long. A wicked grin slowly spread across his face as his thoughts turned to darker desires. "The nurse has such a sexy figure. It'd be a shame not to take advantage," he thought, a devious smirk curling at the edges of his mouth.

*Hmm, what can I do to make this happen?* Kazuma mused to himself. "Maybe just a quick feel, something to remember when I get home."

He stood there, contemplating his next move, and suddenly turned inward, reflecting on his current situation. "You might be wondering why I haven't taken any real steps toward my revenge yet,"Kazuma thought, addressing his imaginary audience. *It's kind of funny, really. I died a virgin. Twenty-five long years without ever getting laid. And now that I'm back, with all these options for revenge,sex, torture, humiliation,I just can't let her die too easily. If I kill her, she won't suffer the way I did. No, she needs to be my pawn. I'll use her to take down the real target: David.*

Kazuma broke his silence once again, his eyes locking onto Trish's. "Hey, Trish, how can I trust that you won't go running to David about all this?" His tone was sharp, cutting through the room with an edge of suspicion.

"I promise I won't tell David," Trish responded firmly, her voice unwavering. "We're already accomplices."

"Words are cheap," Kazuma said, his eyes narrowing. "It's easy to say something, but keeping it,that's where the real challenge is."

Trish let out a small sigh, her face softening. "I get it. I really do. So, what do you want me to do to prove it? How can I make you believe that I won't betray you?" she asked, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice.

Kazuma's smirk widened. *Got you,* he thought to himself. He'd been waiting for her to ask that. "Trish," he said aloud, his voice smooth but sinister, "can I grope your breast?"

Trish's eyes widened in shock. "What…?" she stammered, her voice shaky, her face a mix of disbelief and confusion.

"I said," Kazuma repeated slowly, his voice cold and calculated, "I want to feel your breast. It's the only way I can believe you'll keep your word." Inside, Kazuma already knew she wouldn't betray him, her brother's safety hung in the balance. But this? This was for his own twisted satisfaction.

"So, what do you say? Can I grope your breasts?" Kazuma asked, his voice steady, though there was an underlying eagerness he didn't try to hide.