Chapter 1113: The Girl Behind the Mask
Yuko turned to Tachibana with a determined expression. "Let’s take our car. It’ll be faster this way. We shouldn’t waste any time walking through the mountains."
Tachibana nodded obediently, and soon the three of us were inside the vehicle. Tachibana drove carefully along the narrow mountain roads, Yuko sat in the passenger seat, and I relaxed in the back. The atmosphere inside the car was heavy — a mixture of worry for Hitomi and the secret, filthy tension between Yuko and me after last night’s depraved activities.
After driving in silence for a while, Yuko suddenly asked Tachibana, "Why isn’t Master letting us heal Sister Hitomi directly? I still don’t understand her reasoning..."
Tachibana kept her eyes fixed on the road and answered quietly, "Master is very worried it will hurt Jack too much. She doesn’t want to burden him with something so dangerous. That’s why she’s stopping everyone from asking."
Yuko sighed deeply and turned around in her seat to look at me. Her cheeks flushed pink as memories of my cock pressed between her cum-soaked thighs flashed through her mind.
She whispered softly so only I could hear, her face blushing, "Well... Master won’t punish us too badly... will she, when she finds out we came here anyway?"
Tachibana replied from the front, "Well... Master might scold us, but she won’t be too harsh..."
I leaned forward and reassured them both, "Don’t worry about it. I will explain everything to your Master personally. She won’t blame either of you. This is my decision."
Yuko’s eyes softened with gratitude. She reached her hand back between the seats and gently squeezed my thigh, whispering with an even deeper blush, "You’re too good to us, Jack... Thank you for helping my sister."
The rest of the drive was quiet, but Yuko kept stealing shy, heated glances at me in the rearview mirror.
Soon, we arrived at a secluded, elegant villa hidden deep in the forested mountains. We stepped out of the car. Tachibana looked both nervous and hopeful as she pointed at the building.
"This is it," she said. "I saw Master coming out of here yesterday, carrying groceries and medical supplies. She’s definitely staying here."
Yuko crossed her arms and gave Tachibana a stern look. "Master is going to beat your ass black and blue when she finds out you’ve been spying on her like this. You know how strict she is."
Tachibana visibly shrank in fear. "I... I really hope it doesn’t come to that..." She looked at me with pleading eyes for support.
I smiled gently at her and gave a small, reassuring nod.
Tachibana maintained a noticeable, respectful distance from me in front of Yuko — carefully treating me as nothing more than "Yuko’s sister’s boyfriend" to avoid any suspicion. She took a deep breath to steady herself, walked up to the front door, and knocked firmly.
Several long, tense seconds passed with no response.
Then a tired, guarded voice came from inside the villa. "Tachibana... go back. I don’t want to meet anyone right now. Please leave me alone."
I noticed the small security camera mounted above the door. Hitomi had clearly seen all of us arriving.
Yuko stepped forward, her voice trembling with emotion. "Hitomi... open the door. It’s me, your big sister Yuko. You won’t even listen to your own sister...?"
Tears were already welling up in Yuko’s eyes. Tachibana had told her in detail how badly Hitomi had been burned, and the pain in Yuko’s heart was obvious.
Suddenly, the door clicked and slowly creaked open.
Hitomi stood before us, completely covered from head to toe. A cap hid her hair, a medical mask covered the lower half of her face, dark sunglasses concealed her eyes, and she wore long-sleeved clothes, pants, gloves, and not even an inch of skin was visible. It was heartbreakingly clear how severe her injuries were.
Yuko’s eyes widened in horror. She immediately burst into tears. "Hitomi... oh god, Hitomi..."
Hitomi’s shoulders shook. Her voice cracked with emotion as she sobbed quietly behind her mask, "Yuko... you shouldn’t have come..."
Tachibana started crying silently beside us, unable to hold back her tears.
Yuko stepped closer and gently touched Hitomi’s covered arm. "Hitomi... tell me who did this to you. I swear I will kill them. I will make them suffer for what they did to you."
Hitomi slowly shook her head. "I don’t know who it was... The mission was already complete. I eliminated my target cleanly... but the moment I turned to leave, there was a sudden blast. Someone must have been targeting our group specifically..."
Yuko turned to me, her eyes fierce through her tears. "Jack... help my sister right now. If you dare to delay even one second, look how I deal with you later. Quickly heal my sister!"
Hitomi tilted her head slightly, clearly confused. "Who is he...?"
Yuko darted her eyes away, blushing faintly as she lied, "He... he is my sister’s boyfriend. His name is Jack."
I stepped forward politely. "Hello, Sister Hitomi. It’s nice to finally meet you."
Tachibana added excitedly, still in tears, "Sister Hitomi, please don’t worry about your injuries! Jack can really treat them! He’s amazing!"
Hitomi remained completely still for a long moment before letting out a bitter, tired laugh behind her mask. "Stop it... All of you, just stop. I know these injuries won’t heal. Burns this severe... There is no one in this world who can fix them. Please don’t give me false hope. It only makes it hurt more."
Yuko tried to speak, but Hitomi continued, her voice filled with quiet despair, "I’ve accepted it already. My face... my body... everything is ruined. I don’t want anyone seeing me like this. Just go back. I’m not the Sister Hitomi you remember anymore."
Tachibana stepped forward desperately. "But Sister Hitomi, Jack really can—"
"No," Hitomi cut her off firmly, though her voice trembled. "I’ve seen the best doctors. They all said the same thing. These scars are permanent. The damage is too serious. Don’t lie to me just because you feel sorry for me. It’s cruel."
Yuko looked at me with desperate, tear-filled eyes, silently begging me to prove Hitomi wrong.
The heavy atmosphere was thick with sorrow, pain, and unspoken hope as Hitomi stood guarded in the doorway, still refusing to believe any healing was possible.
