077. Try to bandage Hazuka.

I jumped off Natsumi and shouted, "Hazuka!" as I rushed to her side, trying in vain to stop the bleeding with only my bare hands, but it was just gushing out quickly, making my hands slippery red as her warm blood refused to stay inside her where it belonged.

I knew there were lots of people around now, talking and leering at Hazuka as she lay on the ground now gurgling as blood came up out of her mouth. She tried to speak, and I think I heard, "Kenji," but she was **** on the blood. So much blood… My stomach churned sickeningly as I saw her face was already white and then she stopped moving altogether, but the blood kept coming even still.

"Hazuka! Stay with me!" I shouted at her uselessly, but I knew she was already gone. I didn't realize how much I was crying until I couldn't see anymore, and while I tried to wipe my face, all I did was smear Hazuka’s blood in my eyes, making them sting.

I used my sleeve to wipe away the crusting dried blood until I could see again and saw that Natsumi had left me alone with Hazuka’s pale body, now still and rapidly cooling lay before me in a sticky coagulating pool of blood. Lots of other people were yammering not far off, but at least Chizu was long gone and hopefully safe by now. But for some reason, Setsuko had stayed close enough for me to still see and hear her.

I don’t know if she had been talking before, but I heard her talking to some old women and what she said next infuriated me. "That dumb bitch got what she deserved. I think when I get home I’ll have mother tie-up that foreign cunt so I can deliver her to Natsumi and watch her get what she deserves."

Before I knew it I had pushed Yuki away and strode up to Setsuko then grabbed her shoulder hard. "You know what you deserve?" was all I yelled as I hauled on her dress and ripped half the stitches out of it so it was nothing but shreds she desperately clung to hold on to conceal her impending nakedness. The gaggle of people around her backed off to flee a safe distance as she screamed, but I wasn’t through with this spiteful cunt just yet. "You think you’re the queen shit! You’re just an evil fucking cunt, that’s what you are!" I grabbed at what remained of her clothes, and try as she might hold on to them I was possessed of an unearthly strength that let me easily overpower her in my rage. With another loud screech, she soon had only her panties and half her bra left on, the rest of her torn garments were rags thrown into the wind.

For as many people as were there, easily ten or twenty old ladies and even a few old men, but not a single one of them tried to stop me in any way. At that time I knew they were scared to **** of me or maybe they agreed that Setsuko was just getting what she deserved. Either way, the mute witnesses emboldened me further so I decided in an instant that it was finally time to teach Setsuko a lesson she would never forget. "And you know what cunt’s are for?" I howled at her as she cowered before me, now too scared to even run, just shivering in fear in front of me. "Cunt’s are for fucking you stupid bitch! Now I’ll fucking show you!"

I threw the busty almost naked girl roughly to the ground and now she finally started screaming again as I pounced on top of her and brutally ripped her panties off as well. The only thing that slowed me down was my own clothes or I would have violated her right then. I looked down to pull out my raging hard dick and poked its bulbous head between her outer lips, ready and willing to rob her of her virginity when my cheek suddenly exploded with pain. I saw the guilty red hand and followed it up to see Yuki coldly calm standing over me.

"You’re not your father, Kenji," she spat, and somehow that snapped me back to myself. Lots of people knew the story that my father had **** Kouki’s mother in a drunken rage, conceiving her and forcing the once innocent girl to be his wife. All this was when I was just a year old, so I don’t remember it, but if there was one person I hated more than anyone else, even right now with Hazuka’s ****, it was still my father and the thought that I might be imitating his behavior sickened me back to myself.

I wordlessly got up off of Setsuko and she quickly scrambled away in terror, naked and crying, dirty and scrapped up from being thrown onto the dirt road, but I didn’t even acknowledge her existence anymore. I looked back at the bloody body that had once been Hazuka and just stared at it as everyone else realized the show was over and turned to leave, going back to their homes and gossiping about what had just happened. Everyone except Yuki.

"We should bury her," she said quietly. I nodded and then wordlessly eased her cooling lifeless and limp body up into my arms. The Yuki silently followed me as I dutifully walked up the hill. The whole time I couldn’t take my eyes off of Hazuka’s. I knew she was gone, but it still looked so wrong with her eyes open and staring up at me as if she was accusing me of doing this to her.

"I’m sorry, Hazuka," I whispered to her before kissing her forehead and then held her tight to my chest until we got to the peak of the hill and passed by the Takahashi manor and the nearby ruined temple. If Yuki was curious about where we were going she didn’t ask, just carefully followed me a few steps behind.

Just a little way south of the ruins there was a beautiful bluff that overlooked the sea, but was earth instead of just rocks and cliffs, surrounded by trees and flowers. I eased Hazuka to the ground and just dug into the dirt with my bare hands, not thinking, just using the manual labor to drive the pain from my mind. I didn’t get very deep before Yuki tapped my shoulder.

"Here," was all she said softly and I saw she had retrieved my shovel from my barn that wasn’t far away. I hadn’t heard her leave, and I should have thought of that myself, but I guess I still wasn’t thinking straight.

"Thanks," I grunted and took it, digging much faster and deeper now, though I couldn’t get more than three feet before I finally hit solid stone.

By the time I had finished the shallow grave, the sun was close to setting now, and I wondered how the day has so completely passed me by. I felt like I should remember more about doing such a solemn duty, the final goodbye to my lifelong friend, but it was all a haze now as I respectfully placed her in the hole and grimly shoveled back the dirt I had just excavated back atop of her.

With the reddening sun on the horizon, I wiped my sweaty brow looking at the long pile of dirt that was all that marked Hazuka’s final resting place. Then Yuki placed a small wreath of flowers that she must have made from the nearby foliage upon it. "Thank you," I whispered and she just nodded as turned to leave. I was going to stay, but that’s when I heard a scream and my attention was torn to looking back towards the manor house.

Without a thought, I was sprinting and up to the backside of the mansion looking and listening for the source of the sound as Yuki slowly caught up to me. She was breathing hard as she came up, but then a light through a tiny dirty window in the basement caught my attention and I squatted down and saw Chizu strapped face down and naked to a table with Azami wickedly spanking her with a wooden paddle.

After losing Hazuka I raised my fist and was about to just smash in that window to get inside and kill the hateful bitch for hurting Chizu, but Yuki grabbed my hand, seemingly knowing exactly what I was thinking. "She’s a **** Kenji," she hissed trying to stay quiet. "It’s not pretty and it’s not fair, but life isn’t fair. If you do anything Azami will ruin your life." And then as if reading my mind at how I didn’t care about my life anymore she added, "And your sister’s life."

That actually stopped me. I couldn’t let anything happen to Kouki, yet I couldn’t stand by and do nothing either. I’d already let one innocent person die right in front of me, and I should have been able to do something to stop that. I thought hard for a long moment then, with Yuki slowly letting me go and making sure I wasn’t going to do anything even as we continued to hear the painful slaps of the paddle repeatedly impacting on the young girl’s bare ass just a few yards from us.

Yuki seemed confident that I was safe from doing anything regrettable so turned and began walking away, but she was wrong. I had already decided then and there I going to make sure Chizu was free of her cruel master tonight one way or another. I simply had to decide how I was going to do it.