Chapter 20

But my curiosity extended beyond the realm of mere titillation. I was eager to discover what had transpired after I had returned from the world of entertainment. The avatar’s actions, now a blur as the speed increased, began to take on a new significance.

“Here it starts,” I murmured to myself, my eyes locked onto the screen.

The avatar, having thoroughly ravaged Asahi, burst out of the house like a bolt of lightning, its movements swift and purposeful.

Its destination was a seedy hotel, a place where one could lose themselves in the anonymity of the city. The avatar sought refuge in the hotel’s dingy rooms, its exhaustion evident as it collapsed onto the bed.

But its rest was short-lived. Early the next morning, the avatar stirred, its movements once more deliberate and calculated. It walked through a neighborhood that exuded an air of affluence, its streets lined with manicured lawns and gleaming facades. The avatar’s gait was casual, its eyes scanning the surroundings with an air of nonchalance. Yet, I knew better. It was scoping out a place to commit a crime, its intentions far from pure.

And then, in an instant, its target was decided. The avatar’s gaze locked onto a specific location, its focus unwavering. I leaned forward, my heart pounding in anticipation, as the scene unfolded before me like a dark and twisted dance.

As I stood before the residence, I couldn’t help but notice that it belonged to a married woman whose appearance was quite striking, though not quite on the same level as Asahi’s captivating beauty.

My gaze drifted towards the avatar, who was peering intently through the window, his eyes fixed on the woman’s chest with an unbridled intensity.

“Indeed, that’s me,” I said, my voice laced with a sense of dark amusement. “Checking out the chest after the face, it’s almost a ritual now.”

Without hesitation, the avatar broke into the target’s house, his movements swift and calculated. However, he soon discovered that he wasn’t alone; a man still lingered inside, having not yet left for work.

The avatar’s demeanor remained eerily calm, devoid of any signs of panic or concern. He sprang into action, his fist swinging through the air to connect with the man’s face, followed by a swift kick that sent him crashing to the ground. The brutality of the attack was matched only by its swiftness, and soon the man lay motionless, his life extinguished in an instant.

The woman’s screams pierced the air, but the avatar paid her no heed, his attention focused solely on his own twisted desires. He loomed over her, his presence menacing, as he issued a cold, calculating threat: “If you don’t want to die like your husband, do as I say.”

The events that unfolded next were nothing short of depraved. The avatar’s lust consumed him, driving him to claim the woman’s body as his own.

He ravaged her, his passion unrelenting, until exhaustion finally took hold.

Only then did he leave her behind, discarded like a used toy, as he stepped out into the bright sunlight.

“ ... What a mess,” I muttered to himself, my words a stark understatement of the chaos my avatar had unleashed.

The avatar’s wanderlust soon took hold, and he boarded a train bound for another town. This time, he spent a day holed up in a cheap hotel, his mind festering with dark desires.