Kenshin Ueno had a good life. He woke up next to a beautiful wife, kissed his wonderful daughter goodbye, and drove to work. After spending eight hours in the office, he drove back home and regrouped with his family. His wife cooked him breakfast and dinner, and his daughter excitedly showed him the art she made at school.

In his earliest memory, Kenshin was watching his mother’s body being penetrated by thick rods as soldiers from a foreign country stood around the room and thrust their waist at her. The soldiers said things like, “You mother’s a pig! Look at the way she squeals when I ram my cock in her!” and Kenshin still remembered them in his nightmares. Whenever a vision from that horrible scene flashed in his mind, he walked through his home and looked at his wife and daughter, and peace returned to him.

Then, Kenshin’s company started making him work ten hours a day, then twelve hours a day, and finally he had to come in on weekends. Through downsizing and layoffs, Kenshin stayed with the company. They paid him well for his work, and Kenshin had big plans for his family. He wanted to send his daughter to the best school, and he was hoping for a few more kids.

Even when his weekly hours exceeded seventy and his wife joked about him suffering karoshi, he simply laughed and continued on. He provided a great life for his wife and daughter, and that was enough to keep him going - at least, that was what he thought.

“I rove your cocks! You’re hitting my womb!”

That was what Kenshin heard when he arrived home early on a Friday. At first, he didn’t believe his ears. Then, as the obscenities being yelled through the house continued, he slowly came to accept it. His wife, the woman he had loved for a decade, was being furiously pounded by multiple men on the floor above him.

His first thought was to cry and run away, but he quickly stopped himself. Instead, he calmed walked through the house, keeping his shoes on, and went up the stairs that led to his wife’s bedroom. The door was ajar, and Kenshin could see the figures of at least six men standing inside. When he stood inside the doorframe, he saw nearly twenty men surrounding his wife, all of them dicks-out. He took one looked at his wife’s pig-like face, then turned around and swiftly walked away.

That night, Kenshin and his daughter slept at a motel in a small village. The next day, he had all the necessary paperwork completed. A week later, he completely separated himself and his daughter from his whore ex-wife.

Ten years later, Kenshin remotely worked for the same company, and he lived in an entirely different city. His daughter went to a new school, and he never heard a peep from his whore ex-wife. When he tried to find her on the internet, to see if she had changed her ways, he saw a photo of her attached to an AV titled, ‘Cock-hungry pig-slave cumshot compilation #25.’

Disregarding the sexual habits of his whore ex-wife, Kenshin once again had a good life. He had plenty of money in the bank, his daughter went to an excellent school, and his seniority at the company meant he was working less hours and getting paid more. He supervised a group of six people, and everyone in his life respected him.

Kenshin Ueno had managed to turn things around quite nicely. After running away from home as a child, he made himself a fake identity and worked his way up the social ladder. Even after discovering his whore ex-wife for what she truly was, he rebounded and climbed higher. From two muddy pits that would crush any other man, Kenshin Ueno crawled out and tore his own fate out of the world.

Then, after spending Monday and Tuesday in another city, Kenshin arrived home to a house covered in graffiti.

‘Slut! Sucks cock for free. Loves anal.’

Wretched phrased were scribbled all across the front of his house, and the inside was ransacked. A putrid stench permeated the air, one that Kenshin would never forget. He remembered it from when his whore mother invited droves of men to their house and from when he walked in on his whore ex-wife mid-gangbang.

Semen had been shot out over every surface of Kenshin’s house, and photos of the culprits laid on the ground. In the photos, he recognized his daughter, covered in sticky white liquid and showing peace signs with her fingers.

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A thousand images of his daughter flashed before his eyes, and he moved his head to look at one photo in particular. In it, his daughter and five boys stood in a familiar room - a classroom at the school his daughter went to.

Kenshin walked into the dining room and pushed the table over, then kicked in the revealed floorboards. From under the floorboards, Kenshin produced a long, wooden box, which he opened. From inside the box, Kenshin pulled out an unpolished katana, which he had bought and hidden away many years ago.

The blade had sat for nearly ten years, but it would serve fine as a weapon. Kenshin pushed the sheath through his belt, then went into his garage and hopped on his motorcycle. He made the engine roar, louder than he had ever done before, and zipped off in the direction of the school.

The school wasn’t very far from where Kenshin and his daughter lived, and his daughter usually walked to school. He arrived before his blood had the chance to cool down, and he parked the bike outside the main gate before climbing the locked gate and jumping inside the school’s courtyard.

Though school had been out for several hours, and all clubs had already gone home, one classroom had many people in it. Kenshin couldn’t make out any details, but he still remembered the layout of the school from when he went with his daughter to the inauguration. His brain systematically calculated the quickest path to the occupied room, and his legs broke into a sprint.

As he ran, his body began to heat up. His heart already beat fast enough to give weaker men heart attacks, but he merely gripped his katana’s handle and ran faster. The school was deserted, but a faint noise became audible as he drew closer to the occupied room.

“Ueno, your pussy is so good!”

Kenshin heard the words of an ikeman on the other side of a thin wall, and he kicked down the door nearest to him.

The room had almost forty people standing around, drinking and smoking, and his daughter laid in the center of the room, supported on a desk and being spitroasted by boys.

Kenshin yelled, “Banzai!” and charged at the closest boy. He slashed downward, ignoring all kinds of form, and cut a long gash into the boy’s shoulder and side. A second later, the boy fell to the ground, and his blood poured out onto Kenshin’s shoes.

“Hory fuck…”

The boys thought they could fight back against Kenshin, but they were no match for his sword. Though they had been raised to think they were God’s gift to Earth, they were cut down like swine. No amount of touchdowns could protect them from a steel blade to the neck, and many of the boys were completely naked.

Limbs flew and blood rained, but Kenshin didn’t let up. He hacked his way through thirty-seven punks before he lowered his blade, and then he only turned to look at his daughter.

She could barely move a muscle. When looking at her naked body, Kenshin could see numerous piercings and tattoos, along with a particularly prominent tattoo just above her cit that read ‘Shou’s Property’ and two on her thighs that said ‘Dicks here’ with arrows pointing to her vagina and anus.

Kenshin Ueno ignored the used body of his whore ex-daughter and stomped out of the classroom. He sheathed his sword and started sprinting, already with a destination in mind. He climbed back out of the school grounds, then hopped back on his motorcycle and rode it to the city he had left ten years ago.

The city Kenshin left his whore ex-wife in took two hours to drive to, in which time the nation’s authority and media discovered the massacre at the school. A boy who came late to the party found the chopped-up remains of his classmates along with the corpse of Kenshin’s whore ex-daughter, who had killed herself shortly after Kenshin left. Within an hour, police were hot on Kenshin’s tail.

The police pursued Kenshin for over four hours, during which he took roundabout ways to arrive at the residence of his whore ex-wife. He faintly remembered the address on the divorce papers, and a few dozen minutes of searching yielded great results. While more than a dozen cop cars followed him through the city, Kenshin crashed his bike into the wall of a nightclub, and he entered the build on foot.

The police followed him to the entrance, but Kenshin ignored them. He ran faster than they could chase him, and he pulled out his katana to make them keep a certain distance away. The building looked uninhabited, but Kenshin couldn’t be fooled. Thankfully, the police held off on shooting him down right there, and he descended into the underground.

On the first belowground level of the building, Kenshin found what he was looking for. There had been a sign advertising it, on the outside of the building, but Kenshin had purposefully crashed his bike into the sign. In the basement, nearly thirty men were running a train on Kenshin’s whore ex-wife.

Thirty men were killed in as many seconds, their deaths brought on by Kenshin’s rampage. At thirty-one seconds, Kenshin stabbed his whore ex-wife through the heart.

His enemies were dead, and the police were waiting for him. No matter how he looked at it, his life would never be peaceful again. If he made it out of that basement, he would undoubtedly go straight to a cell.

Instead of letting himself be captured, Kenshin Ueno sat on his knees and impaled himself with his sword.