Chapter 262: Rage

The night was bleak and desolate. Tsukiyuki Rio guarded her empty chamber alone, standing before the floor-to-ceiling window of her high-rise, gazing down at the street scene below. The prosperity painted in neon lights was so profoundly false; the vast sea of people was nothing more than a string of zeros and ones. Only Gao-kun was real. Only Gao-kun could truly satisfy her.

“I knew Feng Na was in Tokyo. I really shouldn’t have left…”

She had temporarily departed Tokyo for the sake of her family’s interests, never imagining it would give Feng Na an opportunity to strike. She had believed the maids’ strict surveillance would make it impossible for any mishap to befall Gao-kun. Who could have known events would still unfold according to Murphy’s Law?

Furthermore, she couldn’t entirely blame the maids. Tsukiyuki Rio believed she shared the blame herself. Knowing the prerequisite that Feng Na was a time traveler from the future, she still hadn’t remained overly vigilant, and this carelessness led to a grave error. However, this family conference visit to Karuizawa had also definitively sealed Feng Na’s defeat.

She was doomed.

No matter what, Feng Na could never have imagined that the “Dr. Hououin,” with whom she maintained a single line of communication, was actually a spy scientist the Tsukiyuki Zaibatsu had planted within the Time Management Bureau. Moreover, according to time management regulations, Tsukiyuki Rio was not a traveler who had crossed from the future to another world line. She was a Regressor; her memories of the world lines had been inherent since birth.

Therefore, even if the Time Management Bureau truly dispatched an enforcement squad, Tsukiyuki Rio wasn’t worried. She had committed no crime, and “Dr. Hououin” was her man. Tsukiyuki Rio’s ability to trade future gadgets with time smugglers largely depended on “Dr. Hououin” turning a blind eye.

“What a pity, Feng Na. You’re as good as dead…”

Tsukiyuki Rio’s trip from Tokyo to Karuizawa was precisely to visit the Hououin family. To the long-declined Hououin Zaibatsu, the Tsukiyuki Zaibatsu extended a helping hand like a divine blessing. With the experience accumulated across countless world lines, Tsukiyuki Rio possessed no true weakness. No matter how difficult or gridlocked the predicament, her emotional fluctuations never grew too large. She had witnessed too many storms and tempests, and hadn’t they all ultimately subsided into calm?

Calmness wasn’t innate; it was nurtured slowly over time. She knew rage couldn’t solve problems; it only made them worse.

Gradually, her personality became like the bright, clear moon and the bone-chillingly cold snow.

However, when her phone chimed and she opened it to see a video transmitted by an anonymous user, she still couldn’t help but fall into extreme fury.

In the video, her man lay on the bed just like that, subjected to Feng Na’s ravaging. Feng Na would occasionally face the camera, flashing a provocative smirk. The obscene, glistening fluids were like countless sharp blades, carving out Tsukiyuki Rio’s heart and slicing away her flesh, a pain worse than lingchi.

Tsukiyuki Rio’s slender, pale shoulders trembled with rage. The tachi in her hand couldn’t help but cleave through the phone’s screen. Along with the phone, split in two, was the sofa she had just been sitting on. Yet, Tsukiyuki Rio’s breathtakingly beautiful features faintly emanated the chilling, sinister aura of a Hannya Mask.

She wanted to kill someone.

The overflowing fury and humiliation in her heart twisted continuously. Tsukiyuki Rio swung the tachi wildly. Many pieces of expensive furniture and paintings became sacrificial offerings to her venting. Just this wanton destruction caused immeasurable property damage.

“He is mine!”

Her forbidden fruit had been violated by another woman. Just because she had failed to protect him for a moment, he had been subjected to such torment. Tomorrow was supposed to be the day a sweet and sour romance would begin, accepting his confession under the cherry blossom tree, becoming his lover. Then, on a rainy day, because neither had an umbrella, she would lead him into a love hotel, and they would become one in a union of shyness and affection. But Feng Na had stained this happiness, which was originally as perfect as a sphere, with a flaw.

No matter what, she would not allow Feng Na to live.

No matter what, she would not allow Feng Na to die easily.

Feng Na had to die slowly. She had to beg for mercy and offer her heartfelt repentance.

Tsukiyuki Rio sheathed her tachi and began to meditate. She absolutely could not let rage dictate her emotions. She didn’t want to lose Gao Sijin; she had to maintain her rationality at all times. When she opened those dark crimson eyes again, the surroundings had returned to tranquility.

She wanted Gao Sijin. Even if Gao Sijin had already endured too much today, Tsukiyuki Rio couldn’t hold back. Even knowing today’s events weren’t Gao Sijin’s fault, she still needed his comfort and his service tonight. Only with him by her side could she clearly perceive that she was alive in this world.

Her phone rang. Tsukiyuki Rio glanced at the caller ID. It was Yu Qingxue. Tsukiyuki Rio suddenly remembered that this afternoon, she had said something terribly harsh to Yu Qingxue—that if she couldn’t rescue Gao-kun before eight o’clock, Qingxue could go die.

That was just something said in anger. Tsukiyuki Rio had never truly thought of killing Yu Qingxue.

“Hello, Qingxue.”

“Young Lady Tsukiyuki, the mission was a success. Your hubby’s been rescued. I knew you’d want to wipe his memory again soon, so I knocked him out with drugs in advance. Need a report on exactly what your hubby went through?”

Yu Qingxue’s voice came from the other end of the line.

“No need. I’ve already grasped the general situation.”

Tsukiyuki Rio recalled that she had previously authorized Yu Qingxue to upload videos of her and Gao-kun’s intimate pleasures to the readers’ group, severely provoking the vixens in the reader group. Now, thinking about it, Feng Na’s actions were simply paying her back in her own coin, avenging Feng Xiaohe.

“Anyway, just bring Gao-kun back quickly. I miss him.”

“As you command, Young Miss. Qingxue Logistics—you can count on us.”

Should she completely erase Gao-kun’s memory?

Tsukiyuki Rio possessed an almost obsessive-compulsive fastidiousness in matters of love. Should she make Gao-kun completely forget everything that happened today?

Or…

After being utterly humiliated and violated, his heart would be at its most fragile. He might think in his heart that he was unworthy of her, or something similar. At a time like this, if she took the initiative to pursue him, wouldn’t it achieve twice the result with half the effort?

Without showing any disgust for his ordeal of being kidnapped and violated by Feng Na, she would still treat him with gentleness. Could this contrast make Gao-kun even more hopelessly devoted to her?

She would use the rest of her life to slowly heal the wounded him.

After much deliberation, Tsukiyuki Rio decided not to let Gao Sijin forget the humiliation of being abused by Feng Na today.

However, the role of rescuing Gao-kun had to be changed. It couldn’t be Yu Qingxue and the others who saved him, or else flaws would inevitably be exposed in the future. She would alter the role of today’s rescuer to the police. That would be logically consistent.

To prevent Gao Sijin from seeing through this Truman Show world, Tsukiyuki Rio took great pains.

Around seven-forty, Yu Qingxue returned punctually. Tsukiyuki Rio, wearing her geta, walked quickly towards the unconscious Gao Sijin.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“Young Miss, we’ll begin clearing today’s memories after we help the Master bathe.”

“Today’s memories don’t need to be entirely wiped clean,” Tsukiyuki Rio paused. “Just modify the part of his memory concerning your rescue of Gao-kun.”

Although in Gao Sijin’s consciousness, his virginity had been given to someone else, the truth was, his virginity had already belonged to her, forever.

“That rat won’t live much longer.”