Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge!-Chapter 252: The Monster Gone

At first, Ren didn’t react. His eyes were empty, glossed over in a haze of unbearable pain. His body trembled—whether from the coldness of the room or the overwhelming blood loss was unclear—but he looked less like a man and more like discarded meat.

A torso and head, nothing more. No limbs, no strength, no resistance left.

Then he heard it—barking.

Sharp, erratic barking, followed by the rapid tapping of claws against tile. A chorus of footsteps, fast and many, approaching.

His breath hitched. His pupils quivered. "W-What... What is that? What are you going to do to me?!" he rasped, voice raw and broken from all his screams.

Haruto tilted his head and gave him a smile that chilled to the bone. "Oh? Come on, Ren. You already know."

Ren’s heart pounded in his ears as the door creaked open again. Old Futto entered, looking pale and shaken.

He flinched at the gruesome sight before handing three leashes to Arataki with trembling hands. Not saying a word, he immediately turned around and exited, slamming the door behind him.

Three dogs burst into the room—two Dobermans and a large German Shepherd. They barked viciously, saliva flying from their jaws, muscles straining against their restraints.

The scent of blood drove them into a frenzy. Their eyes locked onto Ren, and they pulled harder, eager to pounce.

Arataki chuckled and tugged the chains back for a moment. "Fun fact—the last owner of this guy," he said, patting the German Shepherd, "was a cannibal. Used to feed human meat to these dogs. Guess what? They developed a taste."

He grinned wider, lowering himself beside Ren. "Don’t ask me how I got them. Let’s just say the man’s dead now, and the dogs ended up with Senior Nakamura. Man’s got... interesting hobbies."

The dogs barked louder, pacing in tight circles, trying to lunge toward Ren. Their drool splattered onto his face.

The closer they got, the more unhinged they became, sniffing the open wounds, teeth snapping in anticipation.

"No... no! Please!" Ren’s voice cracked.

"I-I’ll do anything! Just let me live! I’ll never hurt anyone again—never! I swear! Please, I’m sorry! I’ll change!"

Tears gushed from his eyes as he cried like a child. But everyone could see it—his regret wasn’t for what he did. It was only because he was afraid of what was coming.

But it wasn’t guilt speaking—it was fear. His conscience only stirred when his life was at stake, never for the pain he inflicted.

Arataki’s gaze hardened. "Can you give back my sister’s innocence? Her soul, lost in trauma?"

Rin stepped forward, fists clenched. "Can you bring back my best friend’s life? Her future, her dreams? You stole everything."

Haruto’s voice was low, unflinching. "So take it all back now—through pain, through death. The same way you took it from them."

With that, Haruto released the restrain in his body. Ren’s mutilated body dropped to the cold tile with a sickening smack.

He gasped in agony, unable to do anything but tremble. His eyes widened in horror as he realized he was now face-to-face with the dogs.

Lower than them, even.

"You deserve the worst kind of death," Haruto whispered.

Arataki didn’t hesitate. He let go of the chains.

The dogs lunged.

Ren’s scream tore through the room, high-pitched and raw, an explosion of pain and panic. The dogs bit down hard, tearing into the remaining flesh like it was a feast.

Blood sprayed, hitting the walls and floor, painting the sterile white room in deep crimson.

"AAAAGHHHHHH—!!!" His voice echoed, bouncing off the cold walls.

Outside, Old Futto flinched. Even with the door shut, Ren’s screams reached him, and he shivered, a cigarette falling from his hand.

Inside, the carnage continued. The dogs tore and ripped without hesitation. Bits of flesh, bone, and muscle scattered across the tiles.

Ren’s body convulsed helplessly—no arms, no legs, nothing to push them off.

Ten agonizing minutes passed.

Then... silence. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Ren was no longer recognizable. Half his face was gone, chunks of bone exposed where flesh used to be.

His torso had been torn open, entrails shredded. One of the Dobermans growled protectively over what remained.

The room fell still.

Their breathing calmed. The fire in their chests—the hatred, the grief—it didn’t vanish. But it settled. Hardened into something cold, immovable.

Peace.

Not justice. Not forgiveness.

But peace.

Though, not for Haruto since it wasn’t over yet.

***

After cleaning themselves and stepping outside for some fresh air, the group was met by the women who had been watching—Ren’s victims. Among them stood Enji, his normally composed face pale as a sheet.

Though he had a broad, intimidating build, Enji had always been squeamish.

The women bowed deeply toward them. One stepped forward and spoke, her voice trembling but clear.

"Thank you... for getting rid of that bastard. I feel like I can finally breathe. I’m free now. I can live without that shadow hanging over me."

Another woman joined in, nodding. "Yes... We’re finally free from that monster. Thank you... thank you so much."

The three—Haruto, Arataki, and Rin—simply nodded in return. There was no need for words. A quiet relief settled in their hearts. The revenge was complete.

It didn’t erase the past, didn’t remove the scars, but it had brought something else: closure.

Still, a flicker of disappointment lingered. The monster was gone, but the pain he caused would never truly disappear.

They watched silently as the women turned and walked away, each carrying their scars into a new tomorrow.

Enji exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair. "I can’t believe I actually watched all of that..."

"Anyway, I’m starving," Arataki suddenly declared, stretching his arms over his head.

Enji’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You can still eat after that?!"

"I told you," Old Futto chimed in with a shaky voice, "those three aren’t normal human beings..."

"I’m hungry too," Rin added with a casual shrug. "Let’s go before the restaurants close."

They all began to walk away as night settled over the city, leaving Haruto and Ayaka standing behind.

Ayaka looked up at him, her eyes softer now. "So... what will you do after this?"

"I have one last thing to take care of," Haruto said quietly. "Enji can take you home. Are you alright?"

She nodded with a small smile. "As long as I have you, everything will be alright."

With that, she turned and followed the others, disappearing into the night.

Haruto lingered for a moment before turning back and stepping inside the cold, blood-stained operation room once more.

The metallic scent clung to the air. Ren’s body—or what was left of it—was barely recognizable now.

He looked down at his own hand, flexing his fingers slowly. A thought stirred in his mind, dark and curious.

"...Can I even use psychometry... on the dead?"