"I'm leaving!"

"Thank you for another day of hard work, Nao-chan. See you tomorrow!" -The manager said to me, her right hand waving from side to side in a parting gesture.

Adjusting the red scarf around my neck, I left the liquor store where I had been working for over two years, strolling through the icy streets of the early evening.

Eight more months came and went after we watched Hiroki's farewell video. Although the pain in my heart from not being able to be in the presence of my dearest one plagued me like a virus every day, I tried my best not to let the insanity that said longing was causing me to make me commit any crazy deeds. Not only did these few months help me to put my plan into motion, but it also helped me to raise the money I needed to cover not only the costs of my trips to Tokyo over the last few months, but also those of an airline ticket and accommodation for my future trip.

Of course, a couple months of work wouldn't be enough to cover the costs, so I had to set aside some of the money I had been saving to rent an apartment and add it to what I had recently earned as well. Many would say it was silly to use that money when I was so close to afford a place of my own, but it's a tiny sacrifice and one that will be worth it when my sweet Hiroki is panting above me as he moves his hips hard against mine.

Hehehehe.

In relation to my plan, I had ruled out any kind of physical violence against Mori Saito in it. I ended up thinking of a way that wouldn't involve any damage to his physical integrity. And what would that scheme be?

To bug his entire house with cameras and record devices.

It was obvious that my current income and the remaining money I had saved weren't enough if I wanted to buy quality equipment instead of these crappy ones that would probably stop working after a few days, so I had to do a bit of degrading kind of work on the sidelines.

I hooked up with some older men so that I could offer them sexual relief.

I always made it clear to them that the most they would get was blowjobs, handjobs and boobjobs. Both vaginal and anal penetration were forbidden. I was saving these holes for my Hiroki, he is the only man who would have the honor of fucking me. Just as his body would be mine, mine would be his.

Lucky for me, my clients were all dumb old men who could barely get an erection. They didn't last long so my appointments always ended quickly.

Obviously, I hated to do this kind of job, but I always cheered up when I reminded myself that at least I wasn't in the same circumstances as Kaede, Kanoko and Ayumu.

I learned that around four months ago, they had been forced to become prostitutes.

From what I found out, it seems that Kokujin had been using all of Kaede's money, even her emergency funds for the last few years and ended up borrowing some money from loan sharks to pay off the debts. The problem was that it was too much money that he needed to give them back. When they came to collect it and saw that he had no way of paying them, Kokujin ended up offering not only Kaede's house to those guys, but also "selling" her and Kanoko to them since he knew that their boss owned a whorehouse that was almost falling apart.

They accepted his offer and forgave Kokujin's debts.

Ayumu was also sold, but in order to do so, Kokujin anonymously sent to her parents some old videos from our school days that he recorded separately, showing only her having sex with him as she insulted Hiroki. Seeing their little girl acting like a slut and demeaning the kind and sweet boy they had seen grow up with their daughter horrified them to no end, but it seems that the worst was the last video, which was the most recent one that had been recorded. In it, Ayumu was moaning and screaming as she told Kokujin that she was pregnant with his child.

Needless to say, that was the last straw and they disowned their daughter, banishing her from the family and throwing her out of the house.

I saw all three of them last month when I was walking down the street. They all had dead looks on their faces, their bodies full of bruises. From their general shape, I could tell that the owner didn't really mind his customers being more...radical with the girls as long as they didn't kill them or cause any permanent damage.

Ayumu showed herself to be the most affected among them. Her belly, which had been growing a few weeks ago, was now getting smaller again. They had probably forced her to abort the baby as it would only hinder her work.

After that, Kokujin came to annoy me to let him stay at my house and even asked me to date him officially. I refused on the spot and threatened to call the police. Hiroki wasn't the only one who had kept evidence so he wouldn't be chased, I had also recorded some of the things Kokujin had done, such as beating up underage boys. Now that he was an adult, if anyone saw the content, he would be sent straight to prison.

He was evidently enraged, but left me alone and never bothered me again.

I really didn't know what I saw in him to think that he was more of a man than my angelic boyfriend. Kokujin only had a good physique and a big cock. But in every other category, he was garbage.

Thank God he's dead. It even became news on the internet and in the city's newspaper. The bastard was foolish enough to try to force the wife of a Yakuza to have sex with him. From what the reports said, his body was in an unrecognizable state. He must have suffered a lot at their hands before they brought his life to an end.

Yep, what Hiroki said is true, karma comes back in full force for those who do evil.

Everyday I thank God for making me realize my mistakes and open my eyes. I won't waste my chance, once I get my darling away from that bitch, I'll live a wonderful life with Hiroki. A beautiful wedding and two children is what awaits us in the future, my honey ❤️

I smiled as I walked into my house and up to my room. My parents were still at work, so I was alone. Once inside, I sat down in my chair and took my cell phone out of my jacket pocket, typing in the password and opening my instagram. I then searched for the account I had in mind, Koma-chan.

Keeping an eye on Mori Saito's routine was a great choice. I had etched in my mind what time he left for work and when he returned home, so it wasn't difficult to break into his house and install the equipment. I'd even learned how to unlock locks for this purpose.

The audios and recordings gave me a lot of information about where Hiroki was, what he worked with, which countries he was traveling to and, most importantly, who his new girlfriend was.

Clicking on the account and letting it load, I zoomed in on a particular photo. In it was a shirtless Hiroki, showing off all his magnificent physique for anyone who wanted to admire it. The sunlight reflected off his wet golden hair, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. His swimming trunks were soaking and stuck firmly to his genitals.

I licked my lips when I saw the slight contour of something on his crotch. It seemed that Hiroki hadn't just grown in height and muscle. That outline was quite big.

It was a perfect image, capturing all the glory of that delectable body. That is, if it weren't for the bikini-clad slut who was hugging him from behind and kissing his cheek affectionately.

I sent all my pent-up hatred towards her, as if I could kill her just by looking at the picture.

Enjoy it as much as you can, Hikigaya Komachi, I'll be thrilled to see your crying face when Hiroki goes wild for me right in front of you.

Switching off my cell phone, I opened my computer on the airline tickets page, my destination now defined.