Guide to tamming vilanesses-Chapter 30: Preparations

Entering the mansion, he quickly realized the place was empty. His family was not wealthy enough to keep servants; the two men who usually accompanied his mother had only been hired temporarily.

"At this hour, Tomoko is probably at volleyball practice," Shin murmured, glancing at his phone.

As he headed up to the second floor, he noticed that his other sister’s room, Yumemi, was closed. Even so, it didn’t seem like she was inside.

Just to be sure, he tried the door. Or rather, he tried to. The handle didn’t budge; she had locked it from the inside.

He frowned and knocked firmly against the wood.

"Sis? Hey, answer me."

No response. That all but confirmed it—she wasn’t home. Yumemi was a light sleeper; if she were inside, she would have woken up and replied by now.

Perfect. She’s not here... but how much time do I have? he wondered. Either way, he sent a message to Izumi.

He hadn’t spared the man out of kindness, and now it was time to make use of him. Still, he had some time before his ally arrived.

Shin searched the house’s office and found a few paper clips. Without wasting another second, he crouched in front of the lock and began to work on it. After several tense attempts, he heard a sharp click, and the door finally opened.

With that, his sister’s room was revealed.

The only source of light was her computer, glowing in different shades of pink. She had probably left it on to download some game.

The room itself was large, yet so crammed with things that it felt small. On the left stood a massive wardrobe with a classic design, completely out of place among the rest of the furniture.

In the center of the room was an absurdly large double bed, buried under piles of clothes, open magazines, and crumpled shopping bags.

Shin stepped inside carefully. He avoided a stack of boxes near the door and watched where he placed his feet.

The walls were marked with stains and patches of dried glue. Remnants of anime posters she had torn down, trying to erase that part of herself.

The floor was barely visible beneath tangled cables, empty wrappers, forgotten cups, and clothes that clearly hadn’t been washed in a while.

The smell made him frown. He could barely breathe in that room. For a clean freak like Shin, this place was like hell.

He was already missing his aunt’s neat and clean house.

Anyway, he needed to reach Yumemi’s table to try to access her computer. There, he would get all the information he ever needed.

"Ok, try not thinking about the mess..." he repeated to himself, ignoring the chaos.

However, when he pulled the pink chair back to sit, he froze.

A damp, used pair of panties had been left on the seat. A bra was casually draped over the headrest, as if tossed there without a second thought.

Shin quietly pushed the chair aside. He decided he would use the computer standing up.

And then he faced his biggest challenge.

Yumemi owned a massive desk, nearly twelve feet long and four feet wide. Yet, she had managed to cover every inch of its surface with useless shit.

Several game controllers were scattered across the surface for no apparent reason. Shin counted at least four different fashion magazines lying open or half-folded. And he even saw an erotic manga.

On the far right corner sat a towering pile of clothes, trash, and manga, so densely packed that he preferred not to look too closely.

At the center of the chaos glowed her pink keyboard, lit with a soft lilac light. To its left rested a large digital drawing tablet.

Above the desk, a huge LCD monitor dominated the wall. Two pink high-resolution webcams were mounted beside it.

Just to be safe, Shin turned the cameras off before powering on the monitor. Shin already knew her password was her birthday.

When the screen lit up, it revealed three open tabs. One had YouTube playing. Another showed her Instagram account, where she was apparently exchanging messages with four different men at the same time.

The last tab displayed a provocative photo she was in the middle of editing.

Shin glanced around and finally spotted the mouse on the right side of the desk, buried beneath a fashion magazine. He carefully moved the magazine aside and picked up the mouse.

The greasy texture of its surface sent a shiver up his spine.

"This is going to be harder than I expected..." he muttered to himself.

He began searching through her files, but found nothing.

What he was looking for was definitely there. Somehow, though, she was just as disorganized with her files as she was with her room.

Still, some things were easy to find. For example, the photo she was editing was a nude picture of herself. She had hidden her face to protect her identity.

Opening the girl’s Instagram account gave him even more evidence.

First, on her main account, Yumemi was flirting with four different men at once. As always, she was an attention seeker.

She would tease them and send a few naughty pictures. Never anything too explicit, though. She wanted to keep a level of power over men, so she never showed everything, only glimpses.

"So she already met him..." Shin murmured, seeing that a man named John was in her contacts.

He wasn’t Japanese, but an American transfer student. He was also a relatively important character in the tutorial.

Unlike the other men Yumemi was toying with, John was special. Shin could see from their conversation that his replies were cold and indifferent. Combined with his bad-boy appearance and physical abilities, he was exactly Yumemi’s type.

However, if she kept pursuing John’s affection, her ending would be tragic. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Anyway, beyond her main account, there was plenty more blackmail material for Shin to collect. She also had secret accounts.

Two were cosplay accounts where she posted sexy pictures of herself. In both cases, she hid her identity with masks and photo editing.

But Shin managed to find one of the original, unedited photos. With that, he had proof that the account belonged to Yumemi.

Finally, she had an account where she posted her erotic art and manga. That account was surprisingly popular. In fact, between the three, Yumemi was already building a small fortune online, but that didn’t matter much right now.

As Shin downloaded the files, he heard the doorbell ring. His heart jumped for a second. But a quick glance at his phone made him relax. Izumi had sent a message saying he had arrived.