189: You’re Not Getting Away With Cucking 189: You’re Not Getting Away With Cucking anwhile… Kouhei walked beside Yui in silence, the soft scuff of their shoes against the pavent echoing faintly under the overcast sky.
The path she led him on was unfamiliar, winding deeper into the quieter edges of the campus.
He had no idea where this underclassman was taking him—but for so reason, his instincts were on edge.
He didn’t know Yui was a fallen angel.
If he had, perhaps he could’ve rationalized this strange anxiety clawing inside his chest.
But with no such knowledge, he shouldn’t have felt anything amiss.
And yet… he did.
There was sothing about her—this girl who had suddenly appeared in his life like a gust of wind stirring stagnant air—that made his skin crawl with uncertainty.
Maybe it was how unnatural it felt for a cute underclassman to approach him out of nowhere, asking him for sothing with such earnestness.
Maybe it was the way her eyes watched him just a bit too closely.
Whatever the reason, this situation just didn’t sit right.
Eventually, the two arrived behind the school gymnasium.
The area was secluded, the muffled sounds of student life fading into the background.
Standing face to face, an awkward stillness settled between them.
Kouhei’s unease shifted into discomfort.
What’s going on here…?
It almost felt like she was going to confess to him.
“Okumura-senpai, um…
you’re not dating anyone right now, are you?” Yui asked softly, her fingers trembling slightly as they gripped the hem of her skirt.
Her cheeks burned crimson, almost too intensely—like a fever.
Her whole body seed to quiver with anxious energy.
Kouhei blinked, his throat dry.
“Uh-huh…” he replied, giving a small nod.
“Then… that ans you’re pretty much available for dating, right?” “I guess so…” A lie.
One laced with guilt.
In truth, he was far from available.
He was already entangled in a relationship—not with one, but four won.
And to avoid stirring chaos, they had all agreed to keep their bonds a secret from the outside world.
At school, they were all to act like strangers, like singles.
That pact kept him from telling the truth.
He couldn’t reject her outright—not without exposing everything.
“Perfect!” Yui bead, clapping her hands once, the sound sharp in the still air.
“Which ans you’re okay with doing this, right, senpai~?” Before he could respond, she stepped forward with decisive grace.
The air between them tightened.
Because of their height difference, she had to rise onto the tips of her toes, the front of her shoes creaking softly.
Her delicate fingers cupped his cheeks, and then—with one swift motion—she closed the distance.
Her lips t his.
There was no tongue, but the kiss was unmistakable—real and undeniable.
Kouhei’s eyes widened.
His breath caught in his throat.
He didn’t move.
He couldn’t.
It ca so suddenly.
From the shadows nearby, a pair of eyes trembled.
Hiyori watched the scene unfold, her body pressed tightly against the wall of the gymnasium, her head barely peeking out to spy on them.
The mont Yui’s lips touched Kouhei’s, her eyes flew wide open.
What is that girl doing…!?
she scread in her mind, heart pounding erratically, her breath hitching as her crush—her Kouhei—was kissed right before her eyes.
Before she could tear her gaze away, soone else stepped into view.
Another figure—a man—had appeared, following the sa trail that led Kouhei and Yui here.
His eyes landed on the pair just as their lips parted.
His entire body went rigid.
Shock flooded his expression, but unlike Hiyori, there was sothing deeper beneath it.
Sothing more wounded.
More betrayed.
“Yui-chan, why…?” the man muttered, disbelief coating his voice in trembling layers.
Yui turned toward him with a soft, apologetic smile.
Her tone, however, carried no hesitation.
“Oh, senpai~…
I’m sorry.
But this is how I really feel.
Back then, I was forced to confess to you.
I had no choice.
That’s why I did what I did.” The revelation struck hard.
Hiyori’s pain stemd from unspoken affection.
But this man—he had been in a relationship with Yui.
“It’s my fault, senpai…” Yui said, her voice dripping with crafted guilt.
“I’m very sorry.” The upperclassman’s eyes slowly turned toward Kouhei, now burning with resentnt.
The softness in his features shattered, replaced by seething fury.
He clenched his fists.
His jaw tensed.
He looked like he was going to explode at any second.
“Ah, no, senpai, this isn’t—” Kouhei began to speak, hands raised in defense.
Too late.
The man’s arm drew back with violent speed, muscles flexing.
A second later, it shot forward, straight toward Kouhei’s face.
“That’s…!” Hiyori’s breath hitched again.
She recognized him.
It was Yamaguchi Shinpei—the president of the Kendo Club.
And not only that—he was soone who had once stood atop tournants.
A na etched into the local kendo scene, whispered with awe throughout the entire prefecture.
His skill, his discipline, his dominance—it was undeniable.
Kouhei had no chance against soone of his caliber.
And yet, in that very mont, Kouhei tilted his head—sharp and sudden—dodging the punch with unnatural ease.
The air seed to split around him as the fist cut through nothing.
Hiyori blinked, stunned by what she’d just witnessed.
Even Yamaguchi froze in disbelief.
His eyes dropped to his clenched fist, hovering where Kouhei’s face had just been, before snapping back up to the boy who had just avoided it.
“Uh, senpai, please… let explain,” Kouhei said, voice calm but restrained.
Explain?
What explanation could justify this ss?
Nothing he could say would make sense in this mont.
There wasn’t a single good reason that could cleanly untangle this disaster.
Yamaguchi didn’t respond.
Words no longer registered to him.
The haze of betrayal had drowned out reason.
Without warning, he tore free from his daze and threw another punch—harder this ti, raw with rage.
Once again, Kouhei slipped past it like a shadow.
His head moved just before the strike connected.
“Wait—Yamaguchi-senpai…!” Kouhei tried to plead, but another punch ca barreling toward him.
It beca painfully clear that Yamaguchi wasn’t listening.
He didn’t want answers.
He wanted blood.
To him, this wasn’t about understanding.
It was about punishnt.
Wrath born of humiliation.
Yui wasn’t his first girlfriend.
Far from it.
He had discarded his previous partner the mont Yui had confessed to him.
She was cute—no, she was irresistible.
That short skirt that showed off her creamy thighs, her breasts full and inviting, and a doll-like face that scread for attention.
She looked like soone n would fantasize about while fucking her, imagining her moaning beneath them, her eyes rolling back.
And Yamaguchi… he fell for her, hard.
The mont she spoke those words, he didn’t hesitate.
He dumped his girlfriend like yesterday’s trash and accepted Yui’s confession without a single thought.
They’d only been dating a week, but in his mind, it was only a matter of ti before she spread her legs for him.
He had planned it all—romance, sex, control.
It was his.
But now… now she was saying it was all just a dare?
That she never liked him in the first place?
It was like his reality shattered.
Everything he thought was his—ripped away by a single sentence.
And yet, despite his fury, this guy—this guy—kept dodging every single one of his attacks.
It wasn’t even as if he was trying hard.
Kouhei’s movents were almost casual, like his body instinctively knew where each punch would land.
Yamaguchi swept his leg low for a side kick, trying to catch Kouhei off balance.
But Kouhei rely shifted backward—just enough to evade it—without even breaking his stance.
“What the hell is with you…!?
Stop dodging already…!” Yamaguchi’s voice cracked, laced with pure frustration.
His movents grew unhinged.
His fists flew faster, his breathing ragged, his muscles aching.
Strike after strike, he gave it everything—but Kouhei remained untouchable.
Each movent he made was deliberate and asured.
Like the wind, slipping through fingers that tried to grasp it.
And slowly… Yamaguchi began to tire.
His breaths beca heavier and more labored.
His legs trembled, his shoulders burned.
Years of kendo had blessed him with endurance, but now, rage consud his strength.
And not a single strike had connected.
“Haa… haah… You asshole… You’ll pay for this…” Yamaguchi growled between clenched teeth.
“I’ll fucking ss you up… You’re not getting away with cucking …” “S-Senpai… I didn’t do anything,” Kouhei replied, keeping his tone steady.
“Hino-san just suddenly kissed .” “Shut the fuck up!
Quit explaining yourself!” Yamaguchi snapped.
“You’re dead anyway!” With a furious howl, Yamaguchi charged again—arm cocked back, fist clenched tight—intent on finally landing a blow.
But it was the sa.
Kouhei rely sidestepped, eyes locked, breathing even.
He didn’t flinch and didn’t counter—just dodged.
Each movent was fluid, composed, like he was waltzing around every attack without lifting a finger in retaliation.
And then— Yamaguchi’s eyes flicked to the side.
To Yui.
Snarling, he snapped—rage boiling over.
He lunged toward her, fist raised high, murder etched into his face.
Yui’s body froze.
Her eyes widened in terror.
Her lips trembled but no sound escaped.
The blow never landed.
A loud thud cracked through the air.
Yamaguchi’s fist had been caught.
“What…?” he choked out, eyes wide with disbelief.
Kouhei stood between them, his fingers wrapped firmly around Yamaguchi’s wrist, stopping the punch re inches from Yui’s face.
“I understand your anger, senpai,” Kouhei said, his voice low—steady—but carrying the weight of sothing absolute.
“But putting your hands on a woman, regardless of the reason… is sothing I will never allow.” And for the first ti, his eyes—usually so quiet—burned with a cold, resolute fire.
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