Kai finally spoke — voice quiet, deadly calm.
"We'll find out."
The brothers went quiet.
Victor blinked. "How?"
Kai folded the bra carefully and slipped it inside his coat pocket .
"We will ask."
Lucas snorted. "And if the girl doesn't admit it's hers?"
Kai turned slowly, gaze sweeping the balconies above.
His voice was ice.
"We will strip them all."
The brothers' breath caught.
Lucas: "What the fuck—"
Damon: "All of them?"
Victor: "Kai is insane."
Ren: "He's not joking."
Lucas asked — half nervous, half excited. "Bro… you serious?"
Kai didn't answer.
He simply started walking toward the northern building — the one with the second-floor balcony from which the bra had fallen.
The others exchanged glances — shocked, aroused, a little afraid.
Ren muttered under his breath.
"He's actually going to do it."
Damon: "We're about to see a school full of naked girls."
Lucas grinned wider. "Best day ever."
They followed him — footsteps quickening, voices dropping to excited, filthy murmurs.
Vernon thought, 'This isn't right. Kai's crossing the line again. He really is a creature better suited for hell.'
The seven Krossvales walked towards the school building.
Behind them, the courtyard remained silent.
But every balcony on every floor is going to witness something new.
The monsters weren't just here to rule.
They were here to hunt.
And this time, they were very hungry.
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The seven Krossvales ascended the wide central staircase to the second floor in perfect, silent formation. Their boots echoed on the marble steps like a death march.
They reached the second-floor landing.
The corridor was deserted except for the faint sound of lessons behind closed doors. They moved as one — black coats open, presence suffocating.
Kai paused.
He turned to Vernon—his pale face , long dark hair half-covering his sharp features.
"Vernon," Kai said quietly. "Check the girls' bathroom. See if anyone's inside. Bring her to me."
Vernon gave a single, slow nod. Without a word, he peeled away from the group and walked toward the end of the corridor, boots dragging slightly.
The remaining six brothers moved forward, entering the nearest classroom—Room 208, Advanced Math.
The teacher — Mr. Hughes, mid-40s, glasses slipping down his nose — froze mid-equation on the board.
Every student shot to their feet. Chairs scraped. Knees visibly trembled.
Kai stepped inside. The five brothers followed — filling the doorway like a black wall.
No one breathed.
Lucas stepped forward first, voice loud and mocking.
"We found a red satin lace bra thrown at us from this floor."
He paused for a second to look at the terrified faces.
"The girl who threw it — speak now. Or it won't be good for anyone."
The room filled with panicked whispers.
"Someone actually threw it at them?"
"Oh god, they're going to kill her—"
"keep quiet , they'll hear—"
There was a wave of countless whispers.
"Shut up," Kai ordered.
The room went dead silent.
He pulled the red bra from his pocket and held it high.
"Whose is it?"
No one answered.
Kai's voice dropped — soft, lethal.
"Good."
He looked at the boys on the left side of the room.
"All boys — lower your heads. Now."
The boys obeyed instantly—heads dropping, eyes fixed on desks, shoulders hunched.
Kai's voice stayed level.
"If anyone lifts his head, I will cut it off."
He turned to Mr. Hughes — still frozen at the board.
The teacher's eyes met Kai's mirrored sunglasses.
Slowly, trembling, Mr. Hughes lowered his head too.
Kai looked at the girls on the right side—all of them shaking, some already crying quietly.
"All of you," he said calmly, "unbutton your shirts."
A collective gasp.
Girls looked at each other — eyes wide, tears already forming.
"Please… no…"
Girls whimpered.
"Now," Kai ordered.
Trembling hands reached for buttons.
One by one, shirts opened—slowly, reluctantly, fingers fumbling.
Fabric parted.
Bras of different colors and styles were exposed: white cotton, black lace, blue satin, pink with tiny bows, simple beige — each girl trying to cover herself with crossed arms, shoulders hunched, faces burning red with shame.
Some cried silently.
One girl — long ponytail — whispered, "This can't be happening…"
Another — short hair, glasses — choked out, "Why is this happening with us… we didn't do anything…"
A third sobbed openly.
"I want to die…"
The brothers murmured among themselves—low, filthy.
Lucas: "Fuck, look at those tits."
Victor: "Fresh meat. So many choices."
Damon: "Which one's missing the red one?"
Ren: "Bet she's the one crying hardest."
Leon: "I want the one in pink. Looks tight."
Kai watched them all—carefully, silently, eyes scanning each face, each trembling chest.
After a long moment, he spoke.
"I don't think it belongs to any of them."
He turned.
"Button your shirts."
The girls scrambled — fingers shaking so badly some couldn't manage the buttons. Tears fell faster.
Kai walked out without another word.
The brothers followed.
Ren muttered.
"Really?
Lucas mumbled,
"How does he know?"
Victor shrugged. "He just knows."
They moved to the next classroom — Room 209.
Same scene repeated.
Boys lowered heads.
Teacher lowered head.
Girls ordered to unbutton.
More shirts opened — more bras, more tears, more shame.
Girls sobbed, whispered prayers, covered themselves with shaking arms.
"I'm so embarrassed…"
"My parents are going to kill me…"
"Please don't look…"
Kai watched them carefully — scanning each face, each bra, each trembling hand.
After a long, agonizing minute, he spoke.
"It doesn't belong to any of them ."
Relief crashed through the room — shaky, disbelieving.
"Button your shirts," he ordered.
Fingers fumbled in frantic haste, slipping over mismatched buttons and missing their holes in the rush, fastening whatever they could as they struggled to cover themselves with what little dignity the moment allowed.
The Krossvales moved to the next classroom—then the next—then the next.
Room after room.
Same ritual.
Boys bent over desks — heads bowed — fists clenched, faces red with shame, ashamed they couldn't stop it.
Teachers stood helpless — faces gray, hands useless, eyes filled with guilt and terror.
Girls stripped to bras — crying, shaking, humiliated beyond words.
Some tried to cover with books.
Some curled into themselves.
Some begged — "Please… don't strip us…"
Kai raised his voice.
And everyone did what he ordered.
He never touched them.
He just watched.
And ordered.
And moved on.
The brothers laughed—low, cruel, enjoying every second.
Kai never laughed.
He simply watched — cold, calculating, always in control.
Room by room.
The Krossvales stripped the dignity from every girl on the second floor.
And the school watched—helpless, horrified, broken.
By the time they reached the last classroom on the floor, the entire school knew.
The seven monsters were hunting.
And no one was safe.
The darkness had arrived.
And it had already stripped away everything.
To be continued...