Netori: I Shall Steal All Of My Enemies' Women For Revenge!-Chapter 251: Hell Has No Mercy

Arataki finally finished attaching the monitors to Ren. The bastard’s vitals had stabilized—at least for now—and with some luck, maybe he wouldn’t suffer any brain damage.

Or maybe he would. Arataki honestly didn’t care.

"Hufffff... Killing people this way is exhausting," he muttered, tossing aside a bloodied cloth. "Should’ve just mutilated him from the start."

He pushed open the door to call for the others, only to find Old Futto squatting by the hallway wall, lazily puffing on a cigarette.

"Oh? You’re done already?" Old Futto asked, standing up with a stretch.

"Nah. Where are Rin and Haruto?"

"Lunch," he said, shuddering. "Still can’t believe they can eat after all that..." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"We didn’t even get to the fun part yet," Arataki scoffed. "Text them to come back. I’ve got a tight schedule."

Old Futto nodded and pulled out his phone.

"Oh—and don’t forget the dog," Arataki added with a smirk.

That alone made Futto pale as he started typing faster.

Not long after, Rin and Haruto returned, scrubbing up before stepping back into the operating room.

From outside, they could already hear Ren’s screaming—high-pitched and deranged, echoing through the corridor.

"She started without us?" Rin asked with a sigh.

"Don’t worry," Haruto muttered, "humans come with extra limbs."

They pushed the door open—and were greeted with a grotesque sight.

Ren was howling like a mad dog, his face bloodshot and twisted in agony as his leg was being literally sawed off.

Arataki was hunched over him, sweat dripping from his forehead as he worked through the femur like it was a thick tree branch.

"God—this femur’s as stubborn as its damn owner!"

"GAHHHHH!!! FUUUCK!!! STOP!!!" Ren shrieked, veins bulging across his forehead.

He thrashed violently, but the restraints held firm. Tears streamed down his face, mixing with blood as the monitors blared warnings.

"Damn. Now that’s a scene," Rin whistled, crossing her arms.

"Stop gawking and get over here!" Arataki snapped.

At last, the bone gave way with a crack. He lifted the severed leg with a triumphant grin. "Finally!"

"WWWHYYY!!! I APOLOGIZE ALREADY!! FUCK YOUUU!!!" Ren screamed, writhing like a trapped animal.

"You know exactly why, Ren," Haruto said coldly as he stepped forward.

"To us, you’re not even human. You’re filth. You ruined lives. Turned women into husks. You don’t deserve forgiveness."

"FUCK THEM! THEY’RE JUST BITCHES!"

Haruto moved in close, gripping Ren’s bloodied face with a gloved hand, forcing eye contact. Then, he leaned in and whispered.

"Maybe you don’t remember... but in another life, you and your gang raped my sister. You broke her and humiliated her until she begged for death. You killed her—piece by piece."

His voice darkened, sharper than any blade.

"I will never forgive you. Not in that life. Not in this one. I’m going to make you suffer in ways that’ll make hell look like a mercy."

"You and everyone who laid a hand on her—I’ll drag them down one by one."

He straightened, letting go of Ren’s face as the man whimpered, his expression twisting in confusion.

"And today," Haruto said with a slow, cruel grin, "is your turn to be destroyed."

He cracked his knuckles, ready for the next round.

Rin snapped on her gloves with a smirk, walking over to the tray of tools beside Arataki. "Alright, guess I’ll take the next leg. I’ve been itching to work on him."

"Be my guest," Arataki muttered, wiping sweat off his brow and stepping aside, still holding the severed leg like a grim trophy.

Ren’s body trembled violently on the table, muscles spasming in panic. Blood pooled beneath him, the monitors now screeching in protest as his heart rate spiked.

"FUCKK!!! P-Please... don’t..." Ren choked out between sobs, his voice hoarse, barely human.

"Oh? You didn’t say ’please’ when Keiko begged you to stop," Rin said coldly, pressing the serrated saw against his thigh.

"Now be a good boy and scream again for me."

She began cutting.

Ren’s scream tore through the air—raw, guttural, a sound of pure desperation. Blood splattered with each stroke, staining Rin’s coat as she carved through flesh and tendon.

The bone gave more resistance, but Rin didn’t care. She kept going, her expression calm, almost clinical.

"Femur’s just as bad as the first one," she muttered.

"Rotate it a little, you’re going in at a bad angle," Arataki advised, stepping over to help steady the leg.

With one last grind, the bone cracked, and the second leg dropped limp, sliding off the table with a wet thud.

"Two down," Rin exhaled, flicking blood off her glove. "Arms next?"

Haruto stepped forward this time, his eyes dark, voice quiet but deadly. "I’ll take the right arm."

Ren thrashed, what little strength he had left spent in useless struggle. "NO!! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY!!"

"Yeah, said that to all the women you killed, and if they forgive you, we might stop." Haruto chuckle.

He picked up the bone saw, placed it just above the elbow, and began cutting. The resistance was immediate, but Haruto’s hands were steady.

He wasn’t fast—he wanted Ren to feel every scrape, every tremor of pain traveling through his nerves. Like all the abuse he did to his sister, all the tears in Haruka’s eyes, and every blood of all the women that died.

He needs to feel every single thing of it.

Ren howled again, saliva flying from his mouth as his body seized under the torment.

"Hurts, doesn’t it?" Haruto said, sawing slower now.

"You know... I used to think you were just a scumbag. But after I know you more... you’re beyond redemption."

The bone cracked, and Haruto wrenched the arm free.

Blood sprayed against his chest, but he didn’t flinch. He simply dropped the arm into a metal pan with a clang.

Arataki moved for the final limb. "Let’s finish this and wrap it like a present."

He took the other arm—his motion quick, practiced. Despite the chaos, he stayed focused, his hands methodical as if it were any other job.

Ren could no longer scream. He was too far gone—his mind fragmented by pain, terror, and confusion. His head lolled to the side, eyes rolled back, tears mixing with blood.

With the final cut, Arataki tossed the severed limb aside, looking down at the limbless body barely clinging to life.

"Now that," he exhaled, "was cathartic."

Haruto stared at Ren’s mutilated form, heart pounding—but not from adrenaline. From grim satisfaction.

"Don’t die yet," he whispered. "We’re not done."