Chapter 11: Ch 1 - My Dear Sister , Mika
That Night , I thought everything will be fine but Mika , my sister who have my daughter face from previous life standing while I fucked my step mother .....
Later Night .....
Mika stumbled backward as soon as she saw them. Keita was pinned beneath Reina on the low couch in his living room – a stark contrast to the clean lines of his apartment. Reina's hand was firmly on Keita's cock, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements while he kissed her deeply, his body straining against hers. The sight was a physical blow, a violation of everything Mika thought she knew about her brother's wife and her neighbor.
Her scream echoed through the small apartment, sharp and high-pitched, breaking their kiss. She turned and fled, stumbling blindly down the hall, tears burning her eyes as she retreated to the safety of her own apartment building, locking herself inside.
The days that followed were a blur of silence and tension. Mika couldn't eat, couldn't sleep without replaying the scene. Her outward behavior became a mask – brittle smiles, clipped words laced with sarcasm aimed at anyone who would listen. She deliberately antagonized Toru over minor things – forgotten chores, inconvenient parking – anything to avoid the crushing weight of her own questions and pain.
She wanted to scream, to throw things, to make someone hurt her so she wouldn't feel so hollow inside. But no one saw the raw edges, except perhaps Toru late at night, when his own heart ached hearing her cry softly under his pillow.
One night, after yet another argument started by Mika's careless words, the shouting erupted into raw accusations again. They were in the living room, the air crackling with venom. Suddenly, it stopped. The arguments ceased. Mika felt a tremor of something else – vulnerability? Anger? – threatening to break through her facade.
"I can't take this anymore," she choked out, her voice cracking. The words weren't directed at Toru anymore; they were a raw cry into the void she felt surrounded by betrayal.
Toru stared at her, his expression shifting from annoyance to shock, then to a deep, unnerving confusion. "Mika... what?"
She threw herself at him then, not in anger, but in a desperate, shattering wave of grief and tears. "Leave me alone!" she sobbed, burying her face in his chest, shaking uncontrollably. "Just leave me alone!"
He caught her wrists gently, pulling her away slightly but not breaking the contact. "No, Mika. Don't."