Chapter 0 – Tale of a Demon – Pay a Debt and Get a Slap in the Face

* Tale of a Demon – Pay a debt and get slapped

Christmas at age 23.

I made a date with my girlfriend who I’ve been seeing since high school. Prepare her props to entertain her. At that time, she was thinking about how to play and enjoy herself like she always did.

A white Christmas to be enjoyed.

I will never forget that day.

The day my girlfriend disappeared.

My girlfriend waited all night at the meeting place but never came. She went to her studio apartment where she was staying, but there was no one there. The wide open door and empty house made me anxious. Did something bad happen? Did he move without telling me? What’s going on? I had many thoughts, but no answer came out.

A folding table was the only thing left in the empty room.

USB on it.

And notepad.

When I looked closely, I saw that her girlfriend’s handwriting had written on the notepad something that seemed to welcome me. It was written in a mocking manner, as if he had expected me to come here. He spoke in a tone as if everything had gone as planned. A post that makes me question whether it was actually written by my girlfriend.

Was it a car?

At Christmas?

There was something written on the notepad that made me think about that for a moment. At the end, there was an article about USB. It seemed like the USB that was left behind was prepared for me. I returned home in a half-crazy state, connected the USB to my laptop, and looked at its contents.

“Ah! Ah! Ah,~!!』

A crazy bitch, who I didn’t even know who she was, was sitting on top of the man with her legs wide open and shaking her hips.

Open the letter M on top of the horse.

In that position, she was shaking her buttocks so hard that flesh clashed with flesh and made a crunching sound, making me wonder if this bitch was crazy. The face with endless streams of saliva and tears proved that he was truly deeply immersed in pleasure. The sex was so good that the movements were so intense that I felt like I wanted to die. At least I’ve never seen or had sex like that.

I had a bad feeling ever since there was a bunch of videos.

I scolded myself, saying I shouldn’t have watched it, but my eyes didn’t leave the video. Well, I don’t even know who this is… No, because I knew the face of this crazy bitch who I shouldn’t even have known.

Wavy brown hair and sharp eyes. Slightly taller than me. Even though her breasts were big, they had such a beautiful shape that other bitches would swear behind her back saying she had surgery. Her waist and legs were slightly plump, but she looked strangely suited.

However, that wavy hair was caught by an unknown man and became tangled. Those strong eyes looked like they were on drugs, and her chest was so massaged that it left a palm print. In addition, there were bruises around her elbows and several injection marks remained around them. Anyone could see that my girlfriend had taken a bowl of medicine.

───Something like this cheap doujinshi is happening.

I knew what it meant to have a shriveled heart. I experienced its meaning firsthand. The two calm eyes were suddenly shaking. While watching the video, I was shaking and breaking the new mouse I was holding.

Bastards.

What kind of bastard are you.

Even as I swore with anger rising to the top of my throat, my eyes were focused on the note her girlfriend had left. The handwriting was written in a tone that seemed to mock me. It was clearly my girlfriend’s handwriting, but it had a strong feeling that it was somewhat blurred.

Even when I came to this situation, I trusted my girlfriend.

Something bad must have happened. Since I took a bowl of medicine, I must have left a video and a notepad like this. Or maybe something happened with those bastards that are fucking me now. If you really wanted to fuck me, you can never admit it without hearing it from your own mouth.

More than that, I absolutely hate those damn bastards.

That crazy bitch is a crazy bitch. Those damn bastards are being singled out again. I will absolutely catch you, bury you, and let you spend your days chewing on your gallbladder.

I spent a year half-crazy, harboring such evil.

No, it was ‘sent’.

I tried everything I could to find it. She took a leave of absence from college, and in connection with her girlfriend’s parents, he searched for her in various ways. Of course, she hasn’t entered her house yet, and it was determined that she was caught up in her drug-related activities. She responded by mobilizing the police, but she has not been found yet.

I spent a year like that.

I spent it in vain.

I spent a year in a state where my anger was gradually cooling down, not knowing what those damn bastards were, where my girlfriend was and what she was doing, or if she was really doing drugs.

Meanwhile, without my knowledge, my girlfriend’s sex video was circulating on the Internet. It even spread to my personal information and I even received a text message. Just thinking about my girlfriend who disappeared after being assaulted by a man I didn’t know makes me angry, and a video like that has even spread. Of course, my college friends also found out about it. He even asked me to explain the incident, situation, and video.

“Fuck… “

A curse came out.

When I realized that the videos taken by those damn bastards were replenishing my cooling anger, my anger became even more heated.

“What should I do?”

I received a text message that day too. Her parents were urging her to go back to school soon. I had acquaintances who repeatedly persuaded me to forget about such a woman. Every time I saw a text like that, I felt like my heart would break.

Days when I ask myself if I can give up like this.

To me who spends those days.

It came suddenly.

“… Huh?”

The day I spent the early morning drinking alone at a food stall, saying I didn’t know what to do.

When I returned home in a drunken state, there was something in front of the house.

A large paper box.

A box that could possibly contain a person.

“… Fuck.”

Why did I think that?

I didn’t know either.

But my legs were running towards the box.

My heart was pounding even though I didn’t even look at the contents. The drunkness went away, and my mind became clearer. She didn’t know why she was so surprised and ran towards the box.

But the actions I took proved my hunch to be correct.

Eyes that are somehow out of focus.

Messy hair.

Skin with bruises from being beaten.

Arms and legs are tied.

The mouth was also covered with tape.

─── A naked woman greeted me with her blue face.