Distance until your boyfriend Kaoru Hoshitani is taken away from you by NTR:
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One Hundred Days
That cold, crimson number “One Hundred Days” seemed as if it were written in blood, searing painfully into Aina Saiten’s retinas.
【Whose cruel prank is this?!】
After the initial few seconds of stunned disbelief and mental blankness, a fierce anger erupted in Aina’s heart like a volcanic explosion.
Her brows furrowed tightly, her eyes instantly filled with fury, and her knuckles holding the phone turned pale from excessive force.
A chaotic mixture of disgust from being violated, an overwhelming urge to protect Kaoru Hoshitani, and an incomprehensible sense of absurdity violently collided and churned within her chest.
Faces flashed rapidly through her mind, one after another, as she guessed possible perpetrators, but in the end, she found nothing.
Because both Aina Saiten and Kaoru Hoshitani had no acquaintances in Tokyo—not even close friends.
Even at work, Aina had never revealed she had a boyfriend, let alone told her colleagues his name.
And the culprit behind this prank clearly knew of Kaoru’s existence and that they were a couple.
【A neighbor or something? That’s probably the only possibility…】
But Aina still couldn’t confirm who the culprit was. After all, their neighborhood was an old district, mostly inhabited by elderly people.
Frowning in deep thought for a long while, Aina still drew no conclusions.
When she looked again at the text on her phone screen, she noticed a play button-like icon below the message.
Still burning with anger but determined to expose the culprit, Aina clicked the play button.
“Daddy, what is Sister looking at? Is the brother on the phone crying?”
“That’s the pervert I told you about before. Always stay away from people like that.”
……
Everyone in the train car looked at Aina Saiten with strange expressions because the voice was playing loudly from her phone.
“Um… hello, could you please tell me which Teacher this is…?”
Standing beside Aina, holding a strap for lack of a seat, was a chubby Otaku-san wearing a T-shirt printed with Hatsune’s image. Her oily face was dotted with acne and scars.
She stared at Aina’s phone and asked.
Having watched countless related films and shows, this was the first time Otaku-san heard such a beautiful voice.
Half-smiling, half-crying, delicate and trembling, it carried a softly suppressed yet ultimately overflowing gentle rhythm.
The trailing intonation stretched long, lingering tenderly between tongue and palate, transforming into an almost inaudible nasal tone, sticky and smooth.
Each subtle breath in and out was followed by a soft, sticky sound like a kitten licking sheep’s milk—intermittent, weaving together with the next wave of breath.
Since Otaku-san was standing and Aina was seated, Otaku-san could easily see the phone screen by looking down.
Not looking might have been better; seeing it made Otaku-san gasp sharply.
【Since when did such a beautiful Teacher debut???!!!】
Even Otaku-san, with her extensive experience, claimed she’d never seen such a handsome man.
From the content, the woman cutting off that man’s wrist and sweating profusely was a muscular blonde!
This was clearly her favorite NTR plot!
Having never seen such a perfect work before, Otaku-san ignored everything else and eagerly asked Aina.
“Get lost!!!”
Aina’s anger, already like a volcano about to erupt, finally exploded. She stood up and forcefully pushed Otaku-san to the ground.
Just then, the train arrived at a station. Without looking back, Aina ran off the train and sprinted furiously toward home.
“Waa… if you’re not going to tell me, then don’t! Why hit me though?”
Otaku-san, pushed to the ground, got up with a grievance but did not chase after her for an explanation.
Never mind whether she could catch up; what she wanted most was to find that Teacher she saw on Aina’s phone and then enjoy the scene at home.
But Otaku-san never found that Teacher again.
Years later, as she neared sudden death, Otaku-san would still recall that afternoon on the train when she was struck by a love-at-first-sight moment…
Deep inside, Aina Saiten had always feared her boyfriend Kaoru Hoshitani would be taken away from her.
She was grateful to have found such a rare treasure in that small village on Kyushu.
At the same time, she felt unworthy.
If not for being with her, Kaoru could have had a better life in Tokyo based on his own merits instead of cramped living with her in that eighty-square-meter apartment bought on loan.
Yet Aina secretly felt lucky and quietly pleased.
But now, her phone was playing a video, the scene inside the video was the bedroom of the small home she shared with Kaoru.
Her boyfriend, her childhood friend, her fiancé whom she planned to propose to in a few months—Kaoru Hoshitani—was being overwhelmed on the bed they slept in every night by a woman she had never seen before.
The young man’s smooth, fair arms were pinned down on his slightly soft belly, his wrists crossed and trapped by the woman’s hand.
And the most striking feature was the woman’s wild, shoulder-length light blonde hair, soaked with sweat, wildly sticking to her full forehead and sharply defined neck, radiating untamed ferocity.
Her evenly toned muscles were sculpted like a marble relief, not bulging but resembling rocks shaped by a flowing stream, outlining refined lines beneath tight skin.
Her clearly defined triceps flexed and rippled beneath the skin with every movement, full of latent explosive power.
Compared to her broad shoulders, her waist looked tight and strong.
Her jawline was sharp and clean, her neck slender but covered with tough muscle texture, and a slender silver Crucifix Necklace swung up and down with her movements.
Her eyes looked down at the boy who had already turned to mush beneath her, sharp yet indifferent.
Her lips habitually pursed slightly, exuding teasing arrogance and pride.
Sweat slid down her sun-kissed skin, flowing over her angular jaw, tracing over her rising collarbones, and disappearing between her powerful chest and the edge of her tank top.
Like a lion…
Aina refused to believe Kaoru would cheat, so this blonde woman must have broken in and forced herself on him.
【Faster… faster… I have to go back and save Kaoru…】
Like a madwoman, Aina rampaged wildly through the streets, drawing the curious stares of passersby.