Masked Rider, but kindhearted

She turned around in front of the mirror and admired herself: under her suspender skirt, there was a light red seam mark on her bare shoulder. The rest of her clothes were fine, but the hem of her skirt must have had a big hole pierced by the thorn tail, and her panties were also...

But her knees could bend freely, and her atrophied thigh muscles had regained their former fullness and roundness. She subconsciously pinched the flesh on her legs - the real touch made her cover her mouth and tremble with tears.

She has been paralyzed for three years since she suffered a stage accident deliberately designed by her competitor - that is a girl's most precious youth!

Putting aside the pain of her physical disability, a popular dancer was forced to retire at the peak of her fame and full of youthful energy... She must kill that bitch!

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Although he said nice things, Jun Moriyama gradually quickened his pace after stepping onto the road, and even ran - as a salesman, he had no obligation to work hard for the company!

These customers are usually eager to use the memory as soon as it arrives.

If you are lucky, you will meet a client who is highly adaptable and good at fighting; and if you are even luckier, he will go crazy on the spot.

...He might be killed off as a soldier like some of his predecessors.

But... I hope this lady can live a little longer, at least to fulfill Chu Nan's small wish of graduation before she dies.

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Chapter 18: The Violent Wind City

Weekend, Fengdu City Center, Fengyu Dessert Shop.

Poor working girl Junko rarely has time to come to the store for afternoon tea with a few good sisters.

The afternoon sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dessert shop. In the window booth, a group of mature ladies in different outfits gathered together.

Junko used a cake fork to cut open the strawberry daifuku on the white porcelain plate in front of her, and the cream collapsed like melting snow.

She crossed her legs and pretended to be elegant as she took a sip of her American coffee, then decisively pushed the cup away.

Disregarding her ladylike image, she took a big bite of strawberry daifuku and complained, "It's so bitter—I really can't drink this kind of drink without any sugar!"

"Junko, you've been working for so long, and you're still the same as you were in college." At this moment, Junko's girlfriends laughed and teased her: "Junko is obviously good-looking and has a good job, but it's because you're too straightforward that you're an older leftover woman!"

One of the short-haired hot girls recalled: "At the last class reunion, Xiaolin secretly asked me if Junko was still the same as during the internship - remember?

At the time, we were working at an advertising planning company, and you publicly said the manager's proposal looked like "something written by an amateur who knows nothing about anything." Xiaolin was so scared that he thought he would be fired.

The other two sisters immediately laughed so hard that they fell over and slammed the table so hard that ripples appeared in the lemonade glasses.

Junko placed the cake fork on top of the strawberry daifuku, and the sleeve of her white dress almost stained the cream: "Let me evaluate that plan ten thousand times, it's also history!"

"I didn't get fired, and I came up with a better plan later...but—" She suddenly narrowed her eyes, revealing her canine teeth, "Last week, I was reviewing proposals for my straight, science-savvy guy, and he really appreciated my straightforwardness."

The air suddenly froze, and half a piece of matcha mousse on the sister's fork in front of her fell back onto the plate with a 'plop'.

All the girlfriends exclaimed in unison: "Eh?!——"

"There's an affair, tell the truth!" Junko's best friends united to denounce her: "'My family's' 'proposal'... You've changed. You were so straightforward Junko-chan, but you're actually hiding something from us."

Junko was a little embarrassed. She put her hands on the table and twisted her fingers like knotted seaweed: "Anyway... didn't I tell you..."

"What does he like about you?" Junko's friends playfully tickled the spot on her waist, and she quickly raised her hands in surrender. "I'll tell you! I'll tell you... I guess I just tell him directly what I like and what I don't like... so he doesn't have to guess."

"Um - did you guys have sex?" The short-haired hot girl leaned on her shoulder with a wicked smile, staring at her intently, and gesturing up and down with her hands.

Junko quickly pushed her away, pouting angrily and retorting: "Nana, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Even so, her eyes darted around, lost in memories that were young and sweet as spring water:

One is a sharp-tongued female senior in the workplace who can't say anything nice and is considered bad-tempered by everyone who comes to her;

One is a straight male new employee with single-threaded thinking who can only do one thing at a time. He is stubborn and stupid and doesn't understand women's hearts.

It's a bit embarrassing to say, but as a girl, she was the one who took the initiative - from being treated as a strict boss when they first met, to being inadvertently moved by the other party's recognition, and then from the relationship of superior and subordinate to friends of the opposite sex outside of work.

From the increasingly frequent and stumbling hints of affection, to the direct attack after confirming his feelings, although the process was a bit tortuous, they finally came together naturally.

Every little bit in the process is like the slowly fermenting fine plum wine. The plain and beautiful daily life creates a feeling that makes people more and more intoxicated.

Junko was even imagining her honeymoon after marriage - even though that idiot wasn't even ready to propose.

After getting married, she revealed her secret love affair that had been hidden for many years to everyone in the company. She put aside her work worries and took advantage of her honeymoon to go to a city outside the Wind City to soak in hot springs!

In the morning, I woke up in a luxury couple's hotel with a sea view, and smiled at each other with my stupid...husband. We hugged each other, enjoying each other's warmth, and stayed in bed to appreciate the beautiful scenery outside the window.

At noon, after having dinner, we took a barefoot walk on the beach together. After playing in the water, we lay under the parasol and chatted. I asked him to help me apply sunscreen... If there was no one around, I would reluctantly allow him to unbutton his clothes at the back.

At night, she put on her battle robe first, then filled the bathtub in the room with water in advance, and asked him when he opened the door...

Junko's face turned red unconsciously. The short-haired hot girl saw through everything and immediately started to tease: "You must be thinking of some restricted scenes, right? The horny and lusty Junko... huh?"

"Bang--" The sudden loud noise interrupted the girls' gathering. The customers in the dessert shop looked up in surprise towards the direction where the sound came from:

The glass door of the dessert shop was smashed, and a dying male high school student was lying on the floor. He was wearing a school uniform and was covered in blood. It was obvious that he would not live long.

"Sir, are you okay?" The nearest waiter came closer to check, and the cashier at the front desk quickly called the emergency number.

The store manager, who was making desserts in the kitchen, rushed out, took off his gloves and pulled out his phone without even wiping his hands:

"Moshimoshi, is this the Fengdu Police Station? This is the Fengyu Dessert Shop. A violent crime has occurred—Ah!!!"

The store manager was knocked back more than ten meters, knocking over a series of tables and chairs before he stopped breathing.

Along with heavy footsteps, a monster with a gray body, a twisted head, an exaggerated grin on its teeth, black beads inlaid on its chest, and an iron ball-like left hand walked in.

There were clearly broken glass all over the ground, but he stepped on it without a care - and even trampled the high school boy at the door.

"Hehe, humans are really weak."

[Violence Dopant] The violent dopant looked around and quickly locked onto its target: Junko Imamura - a disgusting woman who likes to make things difficult for others and enjoys her own happiness!

It had no interest in speaking villain lines, and excitedly swung the iron ball at the end of its left hand. The iron ball flew out with the chain and swept across, causing countless deaths and injuries.

Seeing this, the pastry chef, who was holding a knife and fork and trying to muster up the courage to resist, quietly slipped towards the back door.

"How could it become like this? How could this happen?" Junko Imamura huddled under the table, her legs too weak to walk. She trembled uncontrollably, muttering to herself as if she had a mental breakdown:

"No, this is not true. I just fell asleep after working too much overtime. This is all a dream. I am too tired..."

It took less than two minutes from the time the violent group entered the store to the time they swept through the store and acted as themselves. A high school student who looked like he was just passing by died, and more than ten customers in the store died.

——"Hehe...why am I still not awake...they are all dead, all dead..."

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Chapter 19 How can the victim be held responsible?

Manager Yoshida was dead. The middle-aged man who, despite his lack of skill, had opened a dessert shop specifically for his wife because she loved it, always sent small treats to regular customers and offered guidance as a reliable senior whenever they encountered any troubles. He had died quietly, his face distorted by the monster's immense force. His gentle, trusting smile would never be seen again.

Sakurano is dead. That hot girl with an avant-garde hairstyle, bold clothes, and the courage to love and hate no matter what happens, actually almost became depressed when she broke up with her first love, and it took her several years to get over the trauma. The girl who was particularly innocent when facing her own love problems is dead. She was still hugging herself and smiling just before she was smashed into a pulp.

Kitada is dead. The girl who sat opposite her, with an ordinary appearance and who always agreed with everyone else, as if she had no opinion of her own, but in fact, she was the one who took the lead in every gathering. As long as she was there, there was never a worry of a dull atmosphere. They were good friends no matter how long they were apart, and she is also dead... The monster's first attack caused her to lose her left leg, and then the iron ball retracted and hit her a second time. The blood spurting from her broken body splashed directly on her face.

"No, I can't die yet, Yuta, I haven't married you yet, and our love is just about to begin the next chapter..." A huge shadow blocked the slanting sunlight, and a pair of strange legs blocked Junko's way. She raised her distraught eyes, and saw a grinning violent mixture holding up an iron ball and about to smash it down.

The desire to survive that came from nowhere made her weak body burst out with strength. Junko had no time to get up and rolled to the right in a mess.

"Hehe, struggle on. The more pain you feel, the more excited I am. By the way, all the guests here are implicated by you~"

"A venomous idiot with a dark heart!"

The violent person deliberately slowed down, raised the iron ball again and again to force the woman in front of him to roll over, playing the game of whack-a-mole, and laughing heartily.

——"You've really lived enough!"

With the sound of a motorcycle braking suddenly, a skull-headed monster and a knight in gold and white armor rushed in at the same time, and two Rider kicks hit it crosswise.

"You...are?" It asked doubtfully as it turned into ashes along with the dark red memory in the explosion.

Faced with such a heinous criminal, Tendo Souji was too lazy to even judge his crimes.

"Miss, can you move?" He bent down and stretched out his hand, trying to help her up.

However, the other party did not respond.

It seemed too late...Her heart was still beating, and her body looked unharmed, but her eyes were lifeless, and she stared blankly at the corpses on the ground.

Her pupils were dull and she didn't even blink. Even when the monstrous appearance of Ming Hai Shouji appeared in front of her, she didn't show any emotion.

Tendo Souji looked around and saw no one alive except this woman...

"Another [Violence Dopant], these kind of weirdos have been popping up one after another lately. Has the museum gone crazy?"

Ming Hai Shouji untransformed, adjusted his hat, gently took off his coat, and put it on the survivor.

Tendo Souji was silent—he was a little... not very good at comforting people, and besides, comfort wasn't going to help in this situation.

The recent doping is too weak to weave a fantasy drive book, and both he and Uncle Minghai can easily handle it.

However, even so, they were still monsters that were difficult for ordinary people and even the police to deal with - and the two of them were too busy to save them even if they worked day and night.

There are many incidents like today... Even if the doping body is eliminated, the dead cannot be resurrected.

Tendō Souji sheathed the Thunder Sword and removed the driver's manual to deactivate the transformation. "They're probably experimenting on humans! Either they're trying to gather data to optimize this memory... or they're trying to mass-produce it."

"Hey...if you had come earlier, wouldn't this have happened?" Junko Imamura shed silent tears, her voice hoarse.

She knew she was being completely unreasonable...but she still said something against her will that she would never say under normal circumstances.

"I'm sorry..." Tendo Souji spoke sincerely, and he didn't know what else to say.

Even though he was always mocked by his sister as a wooden man, he couldn't use any righteous words to convince her at this moment.

Rather, if my sister had died in front of me like this, I might have been even more furious.

Tendou Souji shook his head and shook off these bad thoughts.

Junko Imamura's fiancé, Yuta Kanzaki, was choosing an engagement ring nearby. He followed the direction of the explosion and hurried to the Fengyu Dessert Shop against the fleeing crowd, even losing one of his leather shoes.

The tragic scene around him horrified him so much that he didn't bother to figure out what was happening. He hurried to his lover, knelt on the ground and hugged her tightly. He was panting heavily from running so fast, and his voice was trembling:

"Junko... I'm so glad you're okay..."

The arrival of her fiancé restored some of her spirit to Junko Imamura's pupils. Feeling the warmth of his chest pressed against her ear, she murmured, "Everyone...died because of me."

"It said... that they were all killed because I offended people with my careless words... Sakurano, Kitada... they were all implicated by me."

The tears that Junko Imamura had finally managed to hold back burst out again. She placed her hands on Kanzaki Yuta's shoulders and let them fall down, mumbling in a dream:

"Hey, Yuta... I really want to marry you and spend the rest of my life happily with you..."

As she spoke, she sobbed harder and harder, barely able to utter a complete sentence: "Wuwu...but...I don't know...I really have the face to live like this?..."

Tendo Souji took the initiative to walk in front of the two of them, squatted down and put their hands together: "Hold tight... Don't let go."

Miss Junko didn't respond, and her fiancé looked at him in confusion.

He patiently explained, "If you die now, you won't be able to touch the future... Your friends will surely want you to live happily, right?"

"Besides—the true evil comes from these monsters and the masterminds who created them. Miss Junko, you are just a victim... Don't belittle yourself and believe such distorted nonsense!"

Miss Junko didn't answer him...

The rest may have to be left to a psychiatrist.

——"I don't want to see people cry because of this anymore...I will execute them in my own way!"

Tendou Souji stood up and looked at Ming Hai Shouji beside him: "Uncle Ming Hai, you should think so too, right?"

Ming Hai Shouji took out a cigarette from the pocket of his shirt, took out a cigarette, lit it, and said in a deep voice: "Well, I love this city deeply. All the sins that tarnish its beauty must be fully settled."

After confirming that the couple was sent to the ambulance.

In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, such as exposing Uncle Ming Hai's true identity, and patrolling other areas to see if there are any impurities causing trouble.

Before the police arrived, Tiandao and the other man quickly left the place.

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