Stealing Spree

Chapter 1987 Retreating Dog

The audacity to come into someone else’s house and bully a girl whoʼs a few years his junior. Not to mention, itʼs his blood-related little cousin. How atrocious can one spoiled brat be?

Granted, he’s the heir of the Ichihara Construction but does he think he owns them because they’re within this compound? What a load of bullshit.

This is just Ichihara Jun being an asshole to everyone because he has never been reprimanded by his daddy dear. He can always get away with it because someone will keep wiping his ass for him.

The future of their company is grim if he ends up inheriting it. Either heʼs going to be a tyrant and flunk their reputation or heʼll be surrounded by bootlickers who will do his work for him in exchange for benefits.

In any case, I donʼt really care about the fate of their company. It may be better if he leads it to ruin and regrets losing everything. However, imagine how many people will have their lives destroyed because he gets that kind of authority. Itʼll be disastrous.

I may not be chivalrous to care about the fate of strangers but as someone whoʼs already cultivated animosity against him, his vengeful ass will definitely come to hound me once he gets that chance.

If I donʼt want to see that kind of troublesome future, I must pull him down and lose his right to inherit an undeserved power.

Anyway, I shouldnʼt think that far ahead yet. I should just deal with this present situation.

Knowing this guy, either something happened that pissed him off so he went to look for someone who he could win against or he was still venting his anger towards me. That incident in Marika’s clubroom and the fact that I once again repelled his attempt to teach me a lesson through those thugs surely frustrated him.

But to choose his little cousin to vent, this guy is truly an irredeemable jerk.

“M-mom! Onoda-sensei!” Koharu called and ran to us, slipping past the idiot.

Ichihara-san received her daughter and immediately checked on her, making sure that she was not hurt anywhere.

Once again, she looked pitiful like this. A cold husband, an obnoxious nephew, and an overall restrictive family. Her only luck is probably the lack of in-laws who may or may not be that pleasant to deal with.

Since Koharu also shouted my name, Ichihara Jun’s reaction to that was what I expected.

Almost like he heard the name of his archnemesis, the idiot seemingly tensed up on the spot as he slowly turned around, disbelief apparent in his eyes.

As soon as he confirmed that I was the same Onoda whom he had a grudge against, a vein instantly bulged on his forehead. His ‘decent’ face contorted into boundless anger as though he was already cursing me in his head.

Did I hurt him that much? Nah. It’s possibly because I’m the first one to defy him this much. Furthermore, I’ve even taken away what he believes to be rightfully his – Marika.

“You! Why are you here?!” He shouted, his spit spraying everywhere. His whole body started trembling, probably from both fear and anger. The guy clenched his fists in an attempt to stop his shaking but to no avail.

Witnessing, Ichihara-san appeared confused. She’s aware that I’ve clashed with this guy at school but she probably never expected Ichihara Jun to be this triggered in my presence.

“Hmm? Who are you? Ah. Right, senpai. Is it that fun to bully your little cousin? I’m impressed. You’re even trashier than I thought you would be.” I sarcastically responded, stepping forward to block the mother and child behind me.

I then glanced behind me, signaling for Ichihara-san to bring Koharu away. I should at least spare the girl from seeing this. She’s looking forward to our lesson today but because of this idiot, it’s now ruined.

Thankfully, Ichihara-san understood my intention, she led her daughter away and into the room. She stopped for a moment to stare at Ichihara Jun with a hateful glare. Luckily for her, I already got the idiot’s full attention.

“Shut up! What is it with you? Don’t meddle in my affairs.”

“Sure. But you were bullying my student. I can’t just turn a blind eye to it, no?”

“Student? What the fuck are you talking about?” His eyebrows twitched and then he tried to glance behind him. However, Ichihara-san and Koharu already disappeared. If I have to guess, Ichihara-san brought her daughter to her room.

“Oh. I know you’re slow on the uptake but man, do I have to clue you in?”

“You! Enough about that. You’re not welcome here. Leave.”

“On whose authority? Is this your house?”

“This is our land!”

“Ah. Not yours but your family’s land. And if I recall it correctly, this is your uncle’s house. Say, do you also own your uncle? Pretty gutsy to say that his daughter has to behave in his own house, don’t you think so?”

I understand that acting like this on their property is pretty much asking to be kicked out. However, no matter how much Ichihara-san was sucking up being nothing more than an associate for their company, he won’t stay here if this isn’t a property under his name and for his own family. Unless he’s too much of a pushover, what Ichihara Jun was claiming should be false.

Sure enough. Ichihara Jun was stumped when I brought up his uncle. His bloodshot eyes trembled. It’s like he heard something that struck him with another type of fear.

He’s afraid of me because I can take him down easily. And he’s probably afraid of his Uncle because of another reason. Is he the one keeping him in check? If that’s the case, why is he doing this in his house? Because he can’t do the same in front of his face?

It doesn’t add up. Koharu and Ichihara-san can just tell on him, right?

Something else is definitely at play here. His uncle doesn’t care about his family, maybe?

Ah. Scratch that. I won’t be able to figure that out unless I hear it directly from Ichihara Jun or Ichihara-san’s husband.

After a few minutes of silence, Ichihara Jun’s visage looked like he was about to erupt albeit he held himself back. I mean, even if he channeled the energy of the world, he wouldn’t be able to win against me in a fistfight. Not to mention, he couldn’t find any words to argue anymore. With the mention of his uncle, he seemingly lost his sword in this fight.

Before long, he straightened his back and stepped forward.

He’s not going to approach me but the door.

Understanding that, I stood my ground and blocked him.

“What? Are you going to run away? Don’t you think you owe Koharu-chan an apology?”

“Shut up. Don’t stick your nose somewhere it doesn’t belong. Onoda. I don’t care what your business here is but I assure you, you’ll regret coming here.”

Upon saying that, the idiot evaded me and hurriedly jumped to the door.

Looking at how unsightly his retreat was, I could only shake my head. Heʼs really like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs. If I kicked his butt, heʼs only going to dash away. What a spineless idiot. He only amounts to this and he still has the gall to leave that kind of threat.

“Onoda-sensei. Thank you for standing up for us. But I think we should cancel the lesson today. I’m sorry. I’ll deal with the aftermath. He’ll be back to bring someone that can deal with you. And I will be powerless to stop them…”

Before I could turn around to check on the mother and daughter, Ichihara-san already appeared behind me. I could sense the regret in her voice. Maybe she’s blaming herself that I put myself in this mess for them.

I turned around and faced her.

From the distance, I saw Koharu-chan peeking out from the corridor leading to her room, biting her thumbnail. She’s looking at us worriedly. Is she going to blame herself for this? I don’t know. But that girl is smart. She knows the struggle of her mother.

Haa… What to do here? Should I just accept the cancellation? What can I do in this situation anyway? Beat him up in their compound and then involve his whole family in this mess?

Nah… If I back away here, how can I even think of taking Marika away from their influence? Since our clash is inevitable, I shouldn’t run away here and face him – even if it meant shouldering some of Ichihara-san’s burden. Besides, I’m standing up for my adorable student.