****(POV)

Everything is this family's fault. All of it.

They are all to blame. Bunch of scheming assholes.

Back in the day, I could inspire fear and respect into anyone. Anyone besides the rank 3 veterans.

Simply because of my backing. I'm what we call someone born with a golden spoon.

I have never needed to work a day in my life. Of course, I still did in order to show leadership. Being the mastermind barking orders in the back suits me just fine. All these hunters exist to do my bidding.

Well, they are under my uncle's control, but to some extent, they belong to me too.

Have anything to say? Wanna bring it to my uncle? He's gonna beat you up real good!

Wanna hurt me? Let me just go see my uncle and tell him how you bullied the son of his precious dead little sister. Good luck staying alive. If you do and still have some teeth, I'll kowtow to you.

Problems all started with that fucking family. An old comrade of my uncle. A bitch of a wife that keeps looks at me like I am trash. A shitstain of a son that looks down on me. I am a rank 2 already! This should be a source of pride. He's a fucking freak. Born with God-given affinity with swords. Only way to explain it.

What use is being a sword-freak? He might become strong one day. He might also kick the bucket early. He spouts nonsense about becoming one of the strongest there is. How naïve. I'm way better than he is.

My goal to succeed my uncle and live like a king in this town is realistic. What is the use to waste your life away training and fighting? I'm gonna be living the life! And rolling in money.

Everything was going my way. Until that fucking bitch came in the picture.

That slut is always running around town showing her indecent body everywhere. Bitch please if you swing these massive tits all over of course I'm gonna look. Then the way she walks shaking her full rump around. Her body is amazing. But she is a shrew.

She took offense and sent her spineless husband to find trouble. He is strong but obviously fucking biased. Bullying me just cause your wife wants to. Ignoring who's right or wrong.

That dimwit somehow convinced my uncle to keep a tighter leash on me. Talk about hypocrites.

Since that day he's been beating me violently.

Every time I encounter that demoness, she critiques my manners and it somehow reaches my uncle.

Physical violence ensues. Lots of violence.

I've lost count of the number of recovery pills I have ingested. I'm proud of my wealth., For the first time, it came to bite me in the ass. A near-infinite supply of medicine means near-infinite violence.

Recent days were mostly fine because I became really good at avoiding her. Her husband always out of town hunting. The kid god knows where training.

Then a newcomer joined. I did my job. Asking him for the protection fees.

Instead of saying that he was protected by that family, he waited until I took his money.

Then he sent her to complain.

They won't even leave me alone!

I almost got killed by my uncle that night.

I was sure it was over.

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Later I come back rushing to town because of an emergency summon.

As I get there that scheming asshole is present. Of course, I'm gonna get angry!

Then my uncle beats me up.

The guy adds oil to the fire and slanders me some more.

The intensity of the punishment increases.

I am suffering so much. Even while it happens, I can't act out.

That fucker acts all innocent.

The guy looks weak. I could crush him instantly. But I would die after.

My life is worth way more than his pitiful peasant life.

So I endure.

And I suffer.

And I endure.

And I suffer some more.

He leaves that night dead drunk and he seems to be having lots of fun.

Oh, I would kill to get the opportunity to get rid of the bitch and her minion at this point.

Leave town afterward if needed. The torture has been too much.

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In the morning I get the best news ever.

I swear the gods above have answered my prayers.

The husband is missing.

The kid is away with the search party.

So are pretty much all hunters.

And I have just the thing to capitalize on such a mistake.

I'm going to have lots of fun today. Deal with that banshee once and for all.

Then I'll leave town. Easy, simple.

Excessive? Oh no. Not after everything she did to me.

Not after all the insults.

I make my way toward the small familial residency.

The streets are empty. Perfect time to strike.

I grasp the special item I brought. I got it from that shady merchant. The same one that sold the cards to my uncle.

An alchemical product. Upon use, it explodes and incapacitates any living creature below rank 3. It might be useless in normal cases, but against humans, it makes sure there are no hiccups.

Makes capturing a target easy.

I won't let her leave this world easily.

I'll take revenge for all the times she caused me to despair.

Every single time.

I observe that she is in the kitchen. Probably baking again.

I slightly open a window and throw my secret weapon in.

It releases some purple gas all over the place. I wait a few minutes for the smoke to clear out.

In there awaits my prize. Lying on the floor.

She is still conscious. Even better.

She cannot move nor speak.

Oh, I will enjoy this very very much.

I slowly approach her. She notices me.

Her eyes are the only part of her that she still has control over.

In it, I can see plenty of emotions.

Anger, disgust, pride. She still doesn't get it.

I crouch next to her.

Then I caress her long slender legs, then ever so lazily bring it up all the way to her hips and her navel.

By then she notices my intent. Fear slowly taints her gaze. Even then she is still glaring at me.

I go upward again. My hands sink into her bulging mounds. So soft. Such a shame for a woman of that caliber to have such a personality.

I carefully start undressing her.

There it is! The look of despair I was waiting for.

My sight devouring her peerless exposed body.

I remove my own clothes. I am already ready for what comes next.

This will be so fun. I slowly count aloud.

"Are you ready for some passionate time lady? 3…2….1…."

The world flips over. That newcomer is here. A kitchen knife in his hand.

In front of him a thing that looks familiar.

A body. My body. A headless one.

Darkness