My love is abyss mode

Chapter 60 Gamblers Will Die a Bitter Death (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
The rain grew louder, and in the dim light, silence descended upon the pink heart-shaped bed, the damp, musty smell permeating the shadows by the window.

Shirakawa Momo curled up in the corner, hugging her legs, her skirt dripping wet from the dirty water, her head down so her expression was unreadable.

Kuronuma stood with his back to the door, staring at her from the entrance, his chest filled with agitation.

Regarding family issues, she has an awkward personality and won't take the initiative to speak up. According to Chitose Toyama, Ryo Hatsushino is cold-blooded and capable of solving problems but won't take the initiative to help.

However, even if Hatsushino Ryo takes the initiative, Shirakawa Momo's awkward personality will probably lead her to refuse, right?
The only option is to intervene forcefully.

Having made up his mind, he strode over to Shirakawa Momo's side, and under her questioning gaze, he grabbed her soft, slender waist with both hands, lifted her off the ground, and threw her onto the bed.

"I'll give you two choices."

Kuronuma unzipped his windbreaker, took off his clothes, and threw them forcefully onto the dirty floor. He sneered, "Tell me what happened, or we can go apologize to Ryo-senpai together tomorrow."

The harsh voice struck Shirakawa Momo's weak spot precisely. After a moment's reaction, she grabbed the pillow behind her and slammed it down hard: "Scum! Get out of here!"

"I don't want to reopen your wounds, but—"

Kuronuma caught the pillow and tossed it aside. Under Shirakawa Momo's fearful gaze, he slowly approached her: "I'm very curious about you, but I don't want to ask Chitose-senpai."

You promised me we'd be friends!

"But if you don't say it, it means you don't consider me a friend."

"I'll give you your money back." Shirakawa Momo moved her body backward, her back pressed against the cold wall, with nowhere to retreat.

Kuronuma grabbed her uninjured foot, pulled her down onto the bed, and leaned over her, a warm, sweet scent filling her nostrils.

He pressed on Shirakawa Momo's shoulders, meeting her watery golden eyes, his fingers deftly tracing circles on the soft skin beneath her over-the-knee stockings: "Tell me, where did that 50 go?"

"Rent and living expenses."

"What happened to the money you saved from your previous jobs?"

"Do you tube."

Shirakawa Momo pushed hard against his chest, but couldn't budge him. She tilted her head to look out the window, her voice gradually fading: "It's a secret. I can handle this myself."

His dirty face showed an awkward expression, which was not cute at all.

"Anyway, you must have come from a well-off family, right? I heard you can play the piano."

Kuronuma couldn't handle her stubborn personality, so he got out of bed, stood up straight, and prepared to solve the root of the problem first: "Then, because of her father's gambling, she moved out to live alone, but she didn't expect him to come looking for her."

Having regained her freedom, Shirakawa Momo bit her lip tightly and remained silent, quickly moving backward to get away from him, hugging a pillow to her chest, her golden eyes filled with vigilance.

“If you don’t tell me, I can ask Ah Hu. It’s very easy to find out about someone.”

"You're not allowed to interfere in my life!"

"Then I have only one question: you really didn't think about it that night?"

"No."

"Okay, do me a favor."

Black Swamp Fang bent down to pick up his coat from the ground and put it on. He took out his handheld game console from his pocket and threw it at her feet. He turned and walked towards the door: "Catch the sand rat. I'll go get the books and rice, and your backpack."

Shirakawa Momo watched him walk out of the room without saying a word. The door closed, her nose twitched slightly, and she reluctantly picked up the handheld console.

Kuronuma couldn't really do anything about her because everyone in the band was fiercely protective of their secrets, and that's just how she was.

However, there was no need for Shirakawa Momo to say much. Her lack of denial and the fact that she didn't intend to go into the sea that night were enough to give a general understanding of Shirakawa Momo's situation.

She plays the piano and used to come from a well-off family, but her gambling-addicted father has led her to this state.

She may want to break away from her family; money is the necessary price, and also the reason for peace of mind.

The reason for her good relationship with Hatsushika Ryo is now clear: it might be because they have the same piano teacher, or something else. Given their wealthy family background in the past, any reason is understandable. It's also understandable that she's reluctant to talk to Hatsushika Ryo due to her awkward personality. The other members of the band also understand Shirakawa Momo's personality and won't interfere.

Kuronuma Kiba stepped down the stairs and out of the love hotel. The cold wind mixed with raindrops hit his face, and the wet, icy touch ignited the restlessness in his chest.

Garbage system!

I thought the last extra task of making him learn sign language was already outrageous, but I never expected that the first extra task would be a trap.

From the moment he presumptuously tried to save Shirakawa Momo, he had already stepped into the abyss.

Walking in the rain on the dimly lit street, Kuronuma Kiba thought about Shirakawa Momo's reasons for not wanting to go into the adult entertainment industry and accepting 50 yen. A playful smile appeared on Kuronuma Kiba's cold face.

Since Shirakawa Momo wants to bury the past, it's better not to ask. Let's solve the root of the problem first, and then let time help her forget.

Anyway, I've already guessed the general situation, and it's pretty much true. Knowing too much is useless.

Someone with such a bad temper wouldn't be like the three members of the band, who would simply ignore Shirakawa Momo if she didn't speak up.

Back in the old apartment building, Kuronuma stopped in front of the disheveled man, slowly raised his leg, and delivered a crisp side kick with a whooshing sound.

The hard wood of the clogs distorted the man's face, and the powerful force carried his body away, crashing into the hard wall like a rag doll.

boom--

"It hurts so much!" Shirakawa Yuichi felt as if his head had been hit by a dump truck, with intense pain shooting through his skull and his ears ringing.

He looked up and saw a cruel-looking man staring down at him, frowning and asking impatiently, "What's going on?"

"You're in the way."

Before I could even process the harsh tone, I was kicked hard in the chest again, and the sharp pain in my internal organs made my body reflexively shrink back.

Yuichi Shirakawa swallowed his fear, regret, and the blood clot in his throat, letting out a painful sound: "Ugh... medical expenses."

Hearing this, Kuronuma Kiba chuckled speechlessly and readily agreed, "Sure, how many do you want?"

“500 million.” Shirakawa Yuichi answered decisively; 500 million yen was enough for him to live a carefree life for another month.

"can."

Kuronuma Kiba readily agreed, raising his foot to step on Shirakawa Yuichi's head, the rough sole of his wooden clogs almost rubbing through his face: "However, there's one more thing I need you to do, is that alright?"

He summoned the system in his mind, spent 100 points to buy [Master's Mission], remaining points: 990.

"Ahem. As long as you pay, I'll do anything."

Bang, bang, bang—

Amidst the torrential rain, muffled groans of pain and the sounds of impact echoed continuously, filling the dimly lit corridor with the lingering scent of violence.

After venting my emotions, my thoughts gradually became clearer, and I concluded that the cat needed to be trained.

Kuronuma stopped, took his phone from Shirakawa Yuichi's pants pocket, picked up his arm which was twisted at an odd angle, unlocked the screen with his fingerprint, opened the mobile banking app, found the account, and transferred 500 million yen to him using his own phone.

“Give the money Peach gave you back to her. I believe OnePiece is real. You don’t need to know what it is. Just go to the sea and look for it. If you don’t have a boat, swim. Never set foot on land again.”

The words were spoken and the entry became effective.

Kuronuma Kiba threw his phone in front of Shirakawa Yuichi, his unconscious body mechanically transferring money. After putting the phone back in his pocket, he got up and dragged his heavy steps toward Tokyo Bay.

It's time to go back and discipline the cat—Kuronuma Kiba picked up the canvas bag, rice, and Shirakawa Momo's backpack from the ground and returned to the love hotel along the way he came.

The leather backpack is rainproof, the rice packaging is waterproof, the canvas bag gets soaked but the books are sealed in plastic, and nothing gets damaged by rain, which is very pleasing.

(End of this chapter)