Clear Plot.

Looking at the man's unshaven, disheveled, and grimy face, along with his familiar, worn-out clothing, a faint memory buried deep in the recesses of Lin Yu's mind suddenly flickered to life.

But Lin Yu had no time to dwell on that emerging memory now. His body trembled with rage as he watched the filthy man pinning Xia Yueshan to the ground.

"You were this close to getting away with it, you bastard," he seethed.

Fueled by fury, Lin Yu tightened his grip on the man's wrist, his strength surging. The disheveled man, who looked more like a beggar, let out a pained howl as his fingers went slack, unable to hold onto the old, razor-sharp shaving knife any longer. It clattered against the tiled floor with a sharp metallic ring.

Ignoring the agony on the man's face, Lin Yu yanked his arm higher. This time, instead of twisting it as he usually would, he drove his foot straight into the ribs beneath the man's armpit, determined to dislocate his shoulder in the most brutal way possible.

But instead of the crisp pop of a dislocated joint, a sickening crack echoed from the man's ribcage—likely a fractured bone.

"ARGH!" the man in the jacket screamed in pain.

Lin Yu paid no heed to his cries. He kicked the man's ribs again and again, not stopping until a final, satisfying snap signaled the shoulder's dislocation. Only then did he release the now limp, broken figure.

"Yueshan!"

Xia Muzhu, clad only in a pale yellow bra, rushed past everything else, tears streaming as she threw herself over Xia Yueshan, frantically checking his injuries.

And what a sight he was—half his face smeared with blood from his nose, his forehead bruised and crimson, a thin trail of blood trickling from a gash above his brow.

But the most alarming wound was the one on his neck, still oozing blood.

Though it didn't seem to be bleeding heavily, any injury to such a vital area couldn't be ignored.

Lin Yu watched with concern—until Xia Yueshan's next move erased his worries entirely.

The young man scrambled to his feet, not even sparing a glance at the tearful Xia Muzhu before him. Instead, he shot Lin Yu a brief, surprised look, then—without a word—launched a vicious kick straight at the downed man's head, snarling:

"You filthy piece of trash!"

"How dare you lay a hand on my sister!"

"YOU DARE TOUCH HER?!"

"I'LL KILL YOU, YOU WORTHLESS SCUM!"

Hearing the sheer fury in Xia Yueshan's voice, Lin Yu finally relaxed, letting him vent his rage.

Once Xia Muzhu forcibly dragged her brother to the couch to tend to his wounds, Lin Yu planted his foot on the man's head and ruthlessly wrenched his other arm out of its socket.

Certain the man could no longer fight back, Lin Yu studied his bloodied, eerily familiar face, piecing together the hazy fragments of the hentai plotline he recalled.

In the original story...

After being harassed repeatedly by the delinquent, Xia Muzhu had nearly broken. When her brother almost caught her in the act one time, she finally resolved to cut ties with the scumbag protagonist.

Threatening to call the police as a last resort, she forced him to delete her nude photos and swear never to approach her again.

And so, the first erotic arc concluded.

The second arc's male lead was the very man before him—a secret admirer of Xia Muzhu. Upon discovering that his "goddess" had slept with a lowlife like the protagonist, his image of her purity shattered.

In its place festered a twisted, seething hatred.

If Lin Yu remembered right, this man had hired a pickpocket to steal Xia Muzhu's wallet, then used it as an excuse to trick her into opening her door—before forcing his way in and assaulting her.

But the real shock came after.

Unsatisfied with just raping her, the man—now convinced Xia Muzhu was nothing but a slut—rounded up other filthy beggars and homeless men from the neighborhood to gang-rape her.

During this horrific ordeal, Xia Yueshan, who in the original story despised his sister, returned home and witnessed the scene outside her bedroom door.

By then, Xia Muzhu was too broken to resist, forced to endure the violation in humiliated silence—which led Xia Yueshan to mistakenly believe she was a willing participant.

His hatred for her reached its peak.

Refusing to hear a single word of explanation, he stormed out, leaving Xia Muzhu utterly shattered by the fact that her brother had seen her being brutalized by multiple men.

By evening, the attackers dispersed.

Barely clinging to sanity, Xia Muzhu stumbled upon the neighbor boy—the same one who had peeked through the door crack during her earlier encounters with the delinquent protagonist.

In that panel of the manga, the broken woman forced a trembling smile, desperately seeking even a shred of warmth from the boy she'd always seen as kind and gentle—anything to mend her shattered heart.

But the boy, having already witnessed her "debauchery," offered no comfort. Instead, he spat cruel words at her before fleeing inside as if she were diseased.

That was the final blow.

The next page showed a hollow-eyed Xia Muzhu wandering the streets aimlessly—until she crossed paths with the delinquent protagonist again.

He didn’t do anything this time. Just noticed her distress and offhandedly asked, "You okay?"

That single, half-hearted question—barely even concern—became the last lifeline for her drowning soul.

She clung to him, begging hysterically, swearing she’d do anything if he didn’t abandon her.

And just like that, the second heroine fell beyond redemption.

As these depraved memories resurfaced, Lin Yu turned his gaze to Xia Muzhu, who sat sideways on the couch, tearfully bandaging Xia Yueshan’s wounds.

A question burned in his mind:

Have I...

...really won?