Souta Tanaka Kihara.
That’s my name.
My mother died young.
Chronic illness.
Hereditary.
But for some reason… I didn’t inherit it.
“A blessing,” the doctors said.
“Pure luck.”
But my life always felt… hollow.
Broken dreams.
Heart problems diagnosed back in high school.
I smiled.
A fake smile.
It was my mask against depression.
Weak.
Useless.
Yet always popular with women.
Some felt pity.
Others just liked my looks.
Apparently… I was handsome.
Even as an ice cream vendor,
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there was always one girl or another
buying just to tease me.
I was offered modeling gigs.
I refused.
Too shy.
And my heart could explode at any moment.
What did I hate the most?
Pushy women.
The ones who crossed the line.
The ones who thought they were untouchable because they were pretty.
I’d freeze.
Unable to react.
And they’d do whatever they wanted with me.
Sometimes…
my own heart attacks were a blessing.
They saved me from the embarrassment.
I had decided to live like that.
To accept.
To survive.
Until I was summoned to this world.
And met her.
Stingara Apis Honoria.
First princess of the Kingdom of Beeatrix.
She was the first woman to make me cry.
Not even my mother managed that.
Cruel.
Immature.
Seductive.
And powerful.
She abused her rank.
Forced me into things I didn’t want.
Stepped on me.
Humiliated me.
I hate her.
From the depths of my soul.
Maybe…
if she hadn’t crossed my path,
I would’ve never awakened my power.
But now…
when I see her…
I want to destroy her.
Killing would be too easy.
Too quick.
Too merciful.
I want revenge.
I want her to crawl.
To feel humiliation.
To taste helplessness.
To drown in the same pain I did.
Dark step.
Souta emerged from the shadows.
A piercing smile.
Stingara, in bed, confused.
Frozen.
He thought:
“I will destroy you, Stingara Honoria.”
