Chapter 157 Unpardonable
Chapter 157 Unpardonable
"I didn’t notice the signs. I was too busy worrying about myself—doing bad things, becoming a monster. I really was the worst…"
Days kept passing, and Alessandra barely saw Iryoku anymore.
Now it felt like he was almost purposefully avoiding her.
One day, tired of waiting, she went to his classroom. Her sudden appearance immediately drew the attention of his classmates.
“Wow…”
“She’s so pretty.”
“So tall…”
“A foreigner?”
“Those curves…”
“Is she a high schooler? She looks way too mature.”
Alessandra ignored them.
“Is Iryoku Taiyou here?” she asked.
Her gaze swept across the room until it landed on a familiar face—Ryuuji’s younger sister, Mika, seated near the window.
No one seemed to know where Iryoku had gone.
Disappointment settled in her chest. Rather than searching for him, she turned away.
Instead, she chose to visit Kana, hoping it would calm her nerves.
Back in her classroom, she found her hunched over a desk. The other girls no longer sat nearby, and even the boys kept their distance. Alessandra stopped in front of Kana’s desk, arms crossed.
Kana slowly looked up.
Without a word, Alessandra raised a finger, signaling her to follow.
After a brief pause, Kana stood.
She knew she couldn’t escape. The only thing she could do was comply—endure it, let it end quickly. They walked out together, Kana trailing behind her in silence.
Then a voice called out to Alessandra.
“Hey, Mamoru. Come with us—we’re heading to the old gym warehouse.”
Ryuuji stood there, grinning.
He glanced at Kana.
“You can bring your pet too. We’re having a little gathering—punishing some creep.”
With that, he walked away.
Alessandra turned and headed toward the gym warehouse.
Kana followed in silence.
Alessandra arrived.
“What’s up?”
The boys were already there—Ryuuji, Takeru, and a few others. Several girls stood nearby as well.
Ryuuji smiled.
“Come here. We’re just getting started.”
He reached out and took Alessandra’s hand.
Surprisingly, she didn’t pull away.
She allowed him to guide her forward.
Behind them, the girls whispered among themselves, soft laughter following.
“Is it true?”
“Hehehe…”
In one corner of the warehouse, someone was there.
A boy—tightly bound in a volleyball net. Ropes wrapped around his arms and legs, pulling them apart and forcing him to stand upright, almost floating above the floor. A bag covered his head.
“Mmmph—mmmf!”
Muffled sounds spilled from beneath the fabric.
Alessandra froze.
“Hey…” she said, startled. “Aren’t you guys taking this a little too far?”
Before anyone could answer, Takeru stepped forward and drove a punch straight into the boy’s stomach.
Thud.
“Mmf—mmfmfmmf!”
“Don’t worry about it, Mamoru,” Takeru said casually. “This guy deserves it. He’s been a pain in our ass for a long time—ratting on us, talking shit, picking fights.”
“Don’t be fooled by this dumbass,” Ryuuji added, smacking the back of the bound boy’s head.
“This guy did something worse,” he continued, his voice turning sharp. “I thought you’d understand—since this fucker messed with my sister.”
He punched the boy hard in the back.
Thud.
“Mmmfmfmm—mmff—aagh!”
“Just like that time someone bad-mouthed your missing little brother.”
Kana trembled in the back, her head lowered, her body rigid.
Alessandra’s eyes widened.
Something twisted painfully in her chest.
“This fucker harassed my little sister, Mika,” Ryuuji went on, forcing anger into his voice. “You remember her, right? You saw her walking with me that day.”
He clenched his fist.
“So I figured we’d give him a punishment. Make sure he never does it again.”
He nodded.
Another boy stepped forward and threw a couple of punches.
“Come on, punching bag—take your punishment.”
Takeru joined in, laughing as he landed several heavy blows with his massive hands.
“Hahaha!”
“Mmmfmfmfmm—gmgmmrrh!”
The bound boy writhed helplessly, unable to shield himself or fight back.
Alessandra’s thoughts drifted to Kei.
Her missing little brother.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze back to the bound boy as the others kept punching him, laughing without restraint. They avoided vital areas, choosing softer spots—but every strike still carried deep, burning pain.
“Come on, girls—help out too,” Ryuuji urged as the rain of blows continued.
“Let’s see him squirm.”
“I wanna try.”
They joined in as well, their strikes clumsy but eager, turning the beating into something closer to torture.
Ryuuji stepped forward again. His punches grew heavier—denser.
“Motherfucker,” he snarled. “You dared to put your hands on my sister.”
He leaned in close, voice low and venomous.
“Don’t you ever touch her again, you sick fuck.”
That was enough.
Alessandra’s face twisted with hatred.
She remembered the detective’s words—the day they found the body of a missing little girl. The clay figurine discovered with her.
The one that belonged to her little brother.
Alessandra moved.
Thud.
Heavy punches.
Blind rage.
She struck him so hard that the others stepped back, watching in silence as she continued hitting the bound boy with everything she had.
“Mmgmgmm—hhmmgmgargh!”
His body jerked violently with every blow.
Alessandra began to smirk.
“Don’t move, fucker,” she snarled. “Receive your punishment, you fucking asshole.”
Her voice rose, sharp and unrestrained.
The others laughed, cheering her on.
“You go, girl!”
“Show that pussy not to mess with us!”
“Fucking groper. Pervert.”
The words rained down as Alessandra lost control.
Kana trembled, fear tightening her chest as she backed into a corner. Only now did she realize something—when Alessandra had hurt her, she had held back. What she was seeing now was Alessandra’s full strength, unleashed on the bound boy.
Alessandra escalated further.
Her mind twisted what was in front of her into something else—an older man, faceless. A kidnapper. Someone dragging Kei and Kota away, both boys crying and screaming. The image shifted again: a filthy shack… a barrel… the remains of a girl sealed inside it.
Her frenzy and rage went beyond reason.
She stopped punching.
Pulled her leg back.
Wound up.
Moved fast.
And kicked with all her strength.
CRASH.
“MMMMGHTRERTGREGERGERTGRG!”
The boy’s body convulsed violently, jerking helplessly as his screams were swallowed by the bag over his head.
The kick had landed squarely between his legs—a deep, crushing blow.
“What—”
“Oh shit, she did that.”
“He got castrated.”
“What’s that smell?”
“He’s peeing himself—ugh.”
“What a dumbass. Got himself ruined.”
Laughter kept raining down.
Alessandra stood there, chest heaving, breath ragged. She leaned closer to the bound boy and whispered,
“You deserved it.”
She didn’t notice that one of the girls nearby had a flip phone out—quietly recording everything.
Suddenly, Ryuuji grabbed Alessandra by the shoulder.
“Come on, babe,” he said. “Let’s leave that pussy there. Fucking weak little midget. Let’s go together. We can do it again.”
Alessandra wasn’t thinking as he pulled her toward the corner of the room.
She could still feel it—the impact, the sound of flesh—echoing through her hands and foot.
For a brief moment, she felt euphoric.
Like she had fought the person who kidnapped them.
She was so lost in that feeling that she didn’t register it until the last moment—
Ryuuji’s lips pressed against hers.
“E—!”
“Ohhh!” the girls yelled.
She flinched, confused, instinct snapping into place as she shoved him back.
“Ouch—easy, girl,” Ryuuji said, rubbing his chest. “Don’t attack me. It’s me—Ryuuji. Come on… I thought we were having a moment.”
He laughed awkwardly, trying to brush it off.
“Don’t you like me? I like you. I think you’re really pretty. We could be a good couple.”
Alessandra didn’t answer.
She turned and walked away, then broke into a hurried pace, fleeing the warehouse—her thoughts spinning, unsure of what she felt or what line she had just crossed.
She even forgot about Kana.
She wanted to run to Iryoku. Being with him always made her feel calm.
But they had grown distant. She had avoided him at school—and it seemed he had begun avoiding her too. As she tried to steady herself, the weight of what she had done finally caught up with her.
Guilt settled deep in her chest.
She didn’t want him to see what she was becoming.
She knew it was wrong.
That day, she simply went home and didn’t look for him.
The next day, she kept her distance from everyone. She remained in her seat, sat through every lesson, and made no attempt to find Kana.
Still, heat lingered in her hands—like she needed someone… something… to release it on. But she restrained herself.
As soon as classes ended, she went straight home.
On the way, she passed the park where she, Kei, Kota, and Iryoku used to play together.
She stopped in front of Iryoku’s house.
She hesitated.
Her hand lifted, ready to knock—but shame stopped her.
She turned around and went home.
Her thoughts drifted back to what Ryuuji had said.
“Don’t you like me? I like you. I think you’re really pretty. We could be a good couple.”
She didn’t know what to think. The idea of love—with boys—felt unfamiliar to her. Still, she couldn’t deny that he was handsome.
For a brief moment, she pictured them walking hand in hand, going to the movies—doing the kinds of things couples did.
Warmth crept into her face.
Alessandra shook her head sharply, pushing the thought away.
“No. I need to distance myself from them. All of them,” she thought.
“They’re bad people…”