15 COTE
Tatsuya let his clothes fall and stood naked.
Matsushita could only stay frozen like a lifeless doll. All her intelligence, all her wittiness gone at the sight of his dangling cock.
It was thick, and grotesquely fat with numerous veins threatening to burst apart.
Fear surged within her.
"Follow me." Tatsuya entered the bath and started to shower.
Matsushita wanted to run away as she took in Ibuki's miserable form with her eyes. The sound of the shower jolted her awake.
A chilly feeling submerged her heart.
Just what was going on? This monster in human skin was abusing fellow students like this and he had to face no repercussions.
Matsushita gritted her teeth as she step by step walked towards hell. Ryuen's screams, Ibuki's state and Tatsuya's threat caused her to accept her circumstances.
Who asked her to be a busybody? Who asked her to play detective and follow Tatsuya?
She entered the shower and noticed Tatsuya looking her up and down. Understanding his cue she began to take her clothes off.
Matsushita was beautiful, Tatsuya had to admit this. Perhaps any naked girl with a decent figure and a struggling face was beautiful to him.
Her helpless expression caused his dick to twitch.
He couldn't help but sigh as he walked towards her. The girl shivered and lowered her head as Tatsuya caressed her face softly.
"Do you know, sometimes I still feel like I'm in a dream. A very lifelike dream." Tatsuya's eyes became dreamy as if immersed in something unknown. Matsushita had already given up and thus couldn't restrain herself as she raised her head and looked into Tatsuya's eyes.
There she saw, she saw the sense of pity in his eyes.
Anger surged inside her. Helpless fury drowned her heart as she clenched her fists.
Tatsuya chuckled, "Yes, feel it. The feeling of not being able to do anything. Right now, here in this moment, I will rape you. I will push you to the ground and mercilessly abuse your virgin pussy. I'll make you scream all night with pleasure and pain... All against your will."
Tatsuya released her, he completely subdued the threatening feeling emerging from his body.
Why did people he locked on freeze on the spot without seeming to be able to maintain rational thoughts?
He knew the answer.
If someone said this to him on Earth he would scoff and ridicule him but logic had long left the room.
There was always a certain aura escaping his body. It made people around him realise they were prey and needed to escape or not garner attention. He had a high suspicion that it was because of Garou.
The moment Tatsuya focused and reigned in everything Matsushita took in a few deep breaths, feeling light-headed.
"You... What are you!?" She took a step back in surprise.
Tatsuya looked amused, "Me? I'm a part-time assaulter going after women in my free time."
Matsushita's lips twitched but before she could say anything Tatsuya grabbed her by the neck and forced her on her knees. He held his cock and rubbed it across her face as if marking her.
A heavy musky scent assaulted Matsushita's small cute nose. She couldn't help but frown in disgust, tears involuntarily appeared in her eyes.
"...Is there nothing I can do to make you stop?" She muttered silently, trying to see a way out. She didn't speak loudly because the more she moved her lips the more she would have to feel his cock.
Tatsuya laughed before pushing his cock against her soft lips.
Matsushita wept silently, she could only imagine that she would end up no different than Ibuki.
But the expected pain and disgust did not follow and Matsushita opened her eyes in with some hesitation. She saw Tatsuya looking at her with a contemplative look.
His pondering face made Matsushita feel ominous.
"There is something you can do..." Tatsuya muttered his eyes shining brightly. "If I continue right now I'll definitely ruin your life. You'll be no different than the girl chained outside."
Matsushita shuddered, clasping her hands together and kneeling at his feet, "Please... I'll do anything... Anything besides this."
Tatsuya patted her head with glee before whispering something into her ear.
"...What?" Matsushita thought she heard wrong and smiled in puzzlement, "What did you just say?"
"Your choice. You heard me."
Even Tatsuya felt a bit disgusted by what he just suggested but he couldn't restrain the curiosity in his heart. He wasn't expecting her to agree in the first place, he just wanted her to feel helpless and agrieved
Matsushita let out a broken laugh as she looked at Tatsuya. "Okay."
"...What?" This time it was Tatsuya who was shocked. He was expecting her to curse or look at him hatefully.
Breaking her was also within his expectations but something was wrong. He frowned as he looked at Matsushita's smiling face.
"Are you sure?" He asked and Matsushita excitedly bobbed her head in agreement.
"You'll stay true to your words, right? You'll leave me alone if I help you with this, right?"
Tatsuya paused, his heart beating with excitement.
"I will." He said no more but Matsushita could feel his sincerity.
"You have such a vile heart..." She whispered and her voice echoed soundlessly.
Matsushita felt her sanity slowly slip away. She couldn't believe what she agreed to. Her eyes slowly lost colour as she was picked up by the still-naked Tatsuya.
...
Tatsuya flew mid-air, completely naked, with Matsushita in his arms. Unlike him, she was dressed and her expression was calm, as if flying in the air was no extraordinary thing.
Though his heart was still in disbelief he followed Matsushita's instructions and soon arrived outside a luxurious house in Tokyo.
Yes, both Tatsuya and Matsushita had left school.
The reason being what Tatsuya suggested.
A hint of hesitation appeared in Matsushita's eyes as she stood outside the familiar house. Tatsuya keenly noticed her expression and took in any minute changes.
It still astounded him that the hesitation disappeared as soon as it appeared. Since the street was empty, Tatsuya let Matsushita go.
He didn't care if any CCTV caught her sudden appearance.
While invisible he followed behind Matsushita, still invisible.
Matsushita rang the bell and waited for a minute or so. She did her best to appear nonchalant as Tatsuya squeezed her breasts from behind while she waited. Her determination to escape his grasp only increased, steeling her resolve.
It didn't take long for a mature woman to appear and open the gate. Tatsuya looked at her and his dick turned extremely hard.
This woman...
She was so beautiful...
Her brown hair dangled loosely behind her in the form of a ponytail. She was wearing a long robe that covered her entire body. It didn't accentuate any of her curves but that couldn't stop Tatsuya from seeing through it.
She was even more beautiful than Sae-sensei.
The mature woman looked at Matsushita and covered her hand in surprise.
"Ch-Chiaki!?"
The beautiful middle-aged woman exclaimed in surprise, covering her mouth with her left hand.
"Mom..." Matsushita hesitantly called out and hugged her mother.
Chiaki's mother seemed happy but worried at the same time. "How come you're here? Didn't the school say that unless there's an emergency meeting people outside the school weren't allowed?"
"You're thinking too much, I haven't been expelled, Mom."
"Oh..." Mother Chiaki assessed her daughter before dragging her inside. Once sat on the sofa she softly rubbed her back, a caress full of motherly love.
Matsushita shivered as tears appeared in her eyes. No matter how much she convinced herself it still broke her heart how afraid she was of Tatsuya.
Miyami was shocked and hurriedly comforted her daughter, "What's wrong baby? Tell mom everything, what can't I solve for you?"
Matsushita laughed and shook her head, "I just missed you so much, Mom." She hugged her mother back and they embraced each other for a few lovely seconds.
Tatsuya coldly watched the mother and daughter, he still couldn't believe Matsushita agreed just like that. Was he overestimating her just because she was a character from an anime?
In the end, she was just a 16-year-old without much life experience.
"I want to make some coffee for you mom." Matsushita grabbed her mother's hand and blurted out.
Miyami looked at her weirdly before squeezing her daughter's hand affectionately, Matsushita squeezed back enjoying the tender look her mother gave her.
"If that's what you want. Tell me what you want for lunch, I'll call your father back. He'll be so excited to hear you're back. You don't know how much he pestered me about you for the past few months hehe."
The more she spoke the greater Matsushita's guilt, but a look of determination filled her eyes as she made the coffee.
She nodded happily before going to the kitchen.
Tatsuya didn't say a word and silently stood in the living room looking at the busty women.
A silent sigh escaped his lips causing the woman to shiver before looking around. She seemed apprehensive but relaxed immediately after. Matsushita also returned at the same time, bringing two cups of coffee.
Both mother and daughter began to chat with each other as they drank coffee. It was such a lovely scene.
Unfortunately, it didn't take long for Miyami to lose consciousness and fall down. Matsushita hurriedly grabbed her mother before she hit the table.
What potent medicine.
The sleeping pill was given to her by Tatsuya. She was surprised by how immediately it worked.
Tears began streaming down her cheeks as she held her mother close to her bosom. At the same time, Tatsuya flickered into existence and Matsushita shivered before positioning her mother back onto the sofa.
She rushed to Tatsuya and kneeled in front of him. "...P-Please don't hurt her. You promised me."
Tatsuya nodded before picking up Mayumi and walking towards her bedroom. He beckoned Matsushita to follow him and she was stunned.
He wants me to see?
She gritted her teeth before following him in.
"Strip her." He ordered and Matsushita clenched her fists before taking a deep breath. Her mother was wearing an oversized shirt and loose jeans. She first pulled the shirt off, exposing her mother's naked skin to the air.
Immediately her boobs bounced with splendor and Tatsuya licked his lips. It wasn't uncommon for women to not wear bras in their own houses. There was no reason to unless you had guests coming.
Perhaps the reason for the oversized shirt is in case someone visited unannounced.
Her breasts were perky. They weren't exactly large but perhaps that was Tatsuya's bias considering he had fucked Kushida and Ichinose of all people.
He stripped himself and sat down on the edge of the bed. His massive erect cock twitched threateningly causing Matsushita to flinch.
Matsushita at the same time pulled her mother's jeans off and left her in her underwear. It was a cute pink one that didn't give a mature vibe.
Tatsuya chuckled seeing that.
"Come here, Matsushita."
Matsushita walked over to him and Tatsuya grinned, "Stroke it."
"Me?" She was stunned, "But..."
Her words hitched as she noticed the growing coldness in his eyes. She hurriedly placed her hand on his blazing cock and winced.
Why is it so hot?
Matsushita awkwardly wrapped her hand around it.
"You should get on your knees for a better grip."
Matsushita listened and was soon seated in front of Tatsuya's cock with her naked mother at the side.
Her eyes flickered as she grabbed his cock again. This time it didn't feel uncomfortable. The warm flesh caused sweat to appear on her hands as she started jerking him off.
Her movements were awkward and stiff.
"...Stop." Tatsuya couldn't help but make her stop. Matsushita looked like an innocent child not knowing her faults as she looked up.
Tatsuya gently stroked her head before shaking his head. "Take that off." He gestured to her mother and Matsushita's lips twitched.
A weird sense of nervousness filled her mind as she hesitantly pulled her mother's panty off. Mature pussy lips appeared in Tatsuya's and Chiaki's vision.
Tatsuya felt discomfort building inside him.
It was strange.
The pussy was no doubt beautiful. Pink as if like rose petals, and a groomed patch of pubic hair. Looks like Matsushita's father was a cultured man.
Yet Tatsuya felt listless.
This woman was nothing like her.
He wanted her back.
His eyes regained color and he returned to how he usually was.
"Make her wet."
His voice was as nonchalant as ever but they drummed against Matsushita's ears like thunder. She froze in spot as she mechanically turned her head towards her mother who was lying naked in the bed sleeping soundly. She had to make her wet...?
How?
Matsushita knew the answer and yet felt her breath hitch. Matsushita was indeed only a 16-year-old but how many 16-year-olds were there in the first place that had never watched anything 'adult'?
Matsushita perfectly understood what he meant and absentmindedly looked at her mother.
Her mother that had raised her from young, her mother that had showered and pampered her with love, her mother who was as beautiful as an angel, her mother whose pussy was now in front of her eyes.
Matsushita subconsciously gulped and felt her body heat up.
She took a few steps forward and raised her trembling hand towards her mother. Yet just an inch away she stopped and a struggling expression appeared.
No one would understand how conflicted she was right now.
"Go on. Don't worry." A soft loving voice whispered into her ears. "You don't want this. You're being forced. Go on. Don't worry. Even if your mother finds out she'll understand and won't blame you... Go on. Don't worry..."
The devil enticed her and Matsushita felt her chest lighten, as if some invisible burden had been washed away.
The daughter's hand stretched forward and made contact with the place she had come from.
Tatsuya stood right there, hovering behind her like an evil ghost with a crazed look in his eyes.
It's soft.
That was Matsushita's first thought. She had touched herself before but for some reason she found her heart beating wildly at this moment.
She softly rubbed her hand against her mother's snatch.
"Don't hesitate, make her as wet as possible. If she's not wet it'll hurt her a lot. You don't want to see your mother in pain right? You'll help her, right?"
Matsushita felt herself shivering from those words. Her heart thumped as her eyes became cloudy.
It makes sense. If I don't do this it will cause her pain. I have to make her wet, I have to make sure she doesn't feel any pain.
Matsushita slid her finger inside. Her eyes were still cloudy and a light blush appeared on her cheeks. She didn't realise it but her face was now just an inch away from her mother's pussy breathing heavily on it.
Her nose twitched as a sweet scent wafted out. Matsushita gulped once again as she continued to fiddle with her mother's pussy using her fingers. She would scratch, stretch and move her fingers in circular motions trying to make her mother feel good.
All the same, while chanting a mantra in her head.
I'm doing this for her. I'm doing this for her. I'm doing this for her. I'm doing this for her. I'm doing this for her.
Tatsuya looked at her weirdly.
The sight of Matsushita breathing heavily on her mother's pussy reminded him of someone.
Sigmund Freud.
He had a very interesting theory.
Freud believed that individuals are attracted to partners who resemble their parents or primary caregivers, as they represent familiar figures from childhood. Furthermore, Freud suggested that individuals may experience conflict in their romantic relationships due to the influence of the unconscious.
Of course, to most people this was nonsense.
But Tatsuya re-assessed his understanding of it.
Tatsuya himself could be considered a prime example of this Freud's theory but Tatsuya wasn't inclined to include himself in this as he had always been deranged.
You couldn't use a medically certified mentally sick person for behavioural study.
Rubbing his chin in various thoughts Tatsuya noticed his dick twitching at the sight. He ignored Matsushita and climbed onto the bed. Moving behind the unconscious mother getting fingered by her own daughter, Tatsuya let his dick rest on her face.
That caused Matsushita to pause as hesitation reappeared. Tatsuya brought a finger to his lips, indicating for her to remain quiet. Tatsuya rubbed his cock against the mature woman's face as if marking her as his property.
Matsushita gritted her teeth before increasing the intensity of her movements as if trying to stir her mother awake.
Meanwhile, Tatsuya finished marking her and brought his cock to her soft supple yet voluptuous lips.
His mind reeled with ecstasy as he couldn't wait any longer. He slammed his dick all the way to the back of her throat causing even the unconscious woman to twitch.
Mind you, to scare Matsushita he had altered his cock, making it extremely girthy and 10 inches long.
Even a black man would seem asian in front of me right now!
Miyami's mouth was stretched to the limits. Tatsuya wasn't being too harsh, he had adjusted the girth to make sure her mouth stretched to the limits but nowhere near enough to rip it apart.
Treatment like that was reserved for very few.
Especially a specific green-haired Lolita.
His eyes shone with a cold gleam briefly but he put the matter to the back of his mind as he face fucked the unconscious woman. Matsushita looked on in a daze as she saw her mother's throat bulge repeatedly. A very dirty thought occurred to her at that moment.
I'm glad that's not me.
Her heart thumped with guilt but she focused back on her mother's mature garden. Her eyes turned cloudy once again as she gulped. She let her finger out and inches forward. Her nose rubbed against her mother's pussy and she subconsciously took a deep breath.
As if inhaling some kind of drug, Matsushita shivered and buried her tongue deep inside her mother's pussy. Pure unadulterated pleasure coursed through her body.
...
What Matsushita did not notice was a pair of eyes looking through the door crack in astonishment and disbelief.
A young child was eating her mother out with a dazed expression while an unfamiliar stranger was raping the unconscious woman's mouth. His balls clapped against the woman's face again and again and again as smacking sounds along with faint slurping sounds resonated in the room.
A room full of pure crime and taboo.
The pair of eyes behind the door trembled yet didn't dare to take another step forward, as if frozen in place by a formless power.
Bloodshot eyes looked on hopelessly as Tatsuya tightened his grip and started shooting buckets of cum down the angel of a woman.
...
Tatsuya grinned with mischief as he looked at the daughter working hard to please her mother.
He started breathing heavily.
The sight of pure forced yet consensual incest was driving him to his limits. The pure sight of taboo in front of him reminded him of his days with his own family back on Earth.
Sister, Mother and Son.
A house full of depravity.
Unfortunately, his mother died in an accident soon after and his sister got cancer.
Fate was fickle.
Sometimes Tatsuya wondered if there was a higher force at play... And if there was...
...Why only them and not him?
One day... One day, if I'm strong enough, I'll drag them from heaven or hell, wherever they are, and relive those moments... One day...
Shaking his head from unnecessary thoughts he gazed hungrily at Matsushita and flicked his finger. To Matsushita's astonishment, her clothes were ripped off and faded away. She looked up in surprise as her mother's fluids mixed with her own saliva dribbled down her chin.
Tatsuya grabbed her by her hair and yanked her off.
To Matsushita's astonishment, Tatsuya didn't do anything to her and just laid down on the floor where Matsushita was sitting and fingering her mother.
To give a more accurate description, Miyami was lying unconscious near the edge of the bed on her back with her legs and feet slightly dangling out. Matsushita was originally kneeling on the floor and eating her mother out from that position.
And now, in that exact position was Tatsuya lying on the floor on his back.
He looked at her with a deranged look and smiled lightly.
"Come, sit and continue what you were doing."
Matsushita stood still like an unintelligible fool. It took a few seconds for her to register his words. She looked at the naked Tatsuya whose beast-like cock was twitching every now and then.
Matsushita felt her throat parch as she took a few steps forward. Her feet led her just beside Tatsuya's face and she hesitated once again.
Could she... Could she really just sit on him? The guy that repeatedly tortured his fellow classmates over minor grievances?
"You're taking too long."
Matsushita flinched before fixing the pace of her breathing. Despite that, she couldn't stop herself from panting. She crossed over his chest and stood on top of him. His grinning face was not the least bit motivating and Matsushita gritted her teeth as she lowered her body bit by bit.
Soon her pussy was resting on top of his face. But if you looked closely you could see Matsushita was trying to not put all her weight onto him. Tatsuya frowned as he took in her immature scent. He took in the view of her pink pussy lips and blew.
Matsushita shivered as she felt cold breath blast against her private region.
"I said sit on me not squat. Stop disappointing me."
Matsushita nodded with a forced smile and decided to just not think about it. She would just do whatever he said, it's not like she had a choice.
With that Matsushita let go of her body and planted her ass on Tatsuya's face. Her ass cheeks caused his face to be submerged in them and though it seemed like he was saying something all Matsushita heard was a muffled voice.
She could feel his nose poke her pussy and something slithering around her snatch. She realised what it was quite quickly. She had been doing the same until before. Her breath became laboured as arched her back. Tatsuya's tongue reached places she never imagined was possible. It was as if his tongue was trying to dig through the soil to find some treasure.
She quickly covered her mouth with one hand while placing the other on her mother's naked thigh for support.
Blissful moans escaped her lips as her face reddened. A weird sense of excitement was filling her seeing the devil-like person servicing her like a slave. Of course, she didn't dare say something like this out loud.
That trail of thought reminded her of something.
She lowered her eyes to her mother's glistening pussy. It seemed to be shining in her eyes and Matsushita shivered before diving in. Her thoughts were filled with nothing but—
I'm doing this for her.
She latched onto her mother's pussy and started licking it up and down, occasionally flicking her clit which made her mother flinch.
What Matsushita didn't notice was the expectation in Tatsuya's eyes. He happily drank the juices squirting out of her virgin pussy and grabbed her hips. He forced her to grind her ass on his face. There was nothing unpleasant about it and all it did was make his cock twitch.
His eyes shone as he grabbed Matsushita and lifted her for a second. Bench-pressing her ass, he looked into her confused yet muddled eyes. He forced her legs behind her knees and planted her ass back onto his face. But this time her knees were resting on his chest instead of the ground.
His chest was pressured by her weight but he felt no pain at all. Being a supernatural human had its benefits.
Now that her legs were behind her and her knees were on his chest he grabbed her legs and forced them back. Using both hands he pushed her feet to wrap around his cock. Her cute little toes and unblemished soles made contact with his burning cock.
Matsushita felt her face go red in embarrassment. She understood what he wanted and felt her mind spin. She put all her weight into her knees but it didn't seem like it was hurting him. Looking at the expectations in his eyes she hesitantly moved her feet.
She hadn't expected to ever give a footjob and a reverse one at that. The sides of her feet rubbed his cock up and down as she ate her mother's pussy while Tatsuya devoured hers.
...
The stench of debauchery filled the room as the pair of eyes behind the door clenched their fists in anger and grief.
...
The three of them continued to please each other and Matsushita's face was covered with her mother's juices while Tatsuya's face with hers. At the same time, she was continuously moving her tender and soft feet to rub his cock. She felt it twitch and at that moment...
Pu!
Spshh!
Ropes and ropes of cum landed on her back because of the slight inward curve of his massive cock.
The hot cum made her body shiver as she panted into her mother's pussy. What she didn't notice was the fluttering eyelids of her mother. Matsushita was beyond exhausted, it wasn't easy to give a reverse footjob while eating her mother out at the same time someone else was eating her out.
"... Chiaki?"
A low groan echoed in the room as Matsushita froze. Tatsuya made no sound and remained in place, lightly breathing on Matsushita's drenched pussy.
As if time had been stopped, deafening silence reverberated in the room.
Matsushita's heart raced a thousand miles in an instant. As if it wanted to tear out of her chest and run away. She didn't even pay attention to the cold breaths blasting against her pussy.
She pulled her tongue out of her mother's pussy and stiffly looked up.
Mother and daughter locked eyes.
"..."
Another round of silence occurred as Miyami slowly looked at her state and her daughter's state. She didn't understand what was going on as she couldn't see below the edge of the bed but her eyes definitely took in the monstrous cock twitching in front of her.
Miyami felt her heart go cold as she slowly backed away, covering herself with her hands.
The look of confusion and disgust in her mother's eyes made Matsushita's heart wrench with pain. "M-Mom... It's not..."
She tried to reach towards her mother but Miyami slapped her hand away in alarm. Matsushita's eyes grew dull seeing that and Miyami was startled. She quickly rushed ahead and hugged her daughter, their boobs rubbed against each other and both women panted, highly sensitive from the work done on them.
"Shh...shhh it's fine. Tell me what's going on dear." She consoled her daughter. She understood that she was drugged and sexually played with. She could bear that but the state of her daughter made her eyes filled with anger.
Despite the anger and fury in her eyes, there were hints of calmness unnoticeable.
Tatsuya stood up and his cock poked Matsushita's head. Miyami pulled her daughter behind her in apprehension and gave Tatsuya a rigid look.
"Do you realize what you've done? You'll be rotting in jail for the rest of your life now!" She growled in anger, covering herself and her daughter with a blanket.
Glancing at Matsushita's frightened expression she felt her heart go cold.
Is she being blackmailed by him?
Her mind raced as she tried her best to look threatening.
She had already secretly called her husband earlier due to the signal Matsushita had given her before.
She had to buy time and keep her daughter safe no matter what.
All she had to do was buy time!
-x-X-x-
A stalemate was in cue.
Matsushita trembled behind her mother as Mayumi looked at Tatsuya coldly. In, return Tatsuya offered her a mysterious smile as he stood in place without uttering a single word.
His body was glistening, highlighting his perfectly well-developed muscles, thanks to her daughter's juices. His hair hung loosely behind him in a wild manner. He hadn't bothered styling them today.
Black eyes met brown.
Seeing the calculating look in the older woman's eyes Tatsuya was endlessly amused. How could any of her actions have escaped his notice?
"You're getting raped."
He spoke calmly as if making a statement.
The brazen words left both mother and daughter flabbergasted.
"You still have a chance boy. You're probably the same age as my daughter and I don't want to ruin your life. Leave right now and I'll ignore everything you've done till now. Never show your face in front of my family again."
"Hahaha." Tatsuya laughed and Mayumi's expression hardened.
Inwardly she was contemplating how to drive the conversation. It was great that he was at least willing to talk.
From Matsushita's expression, it was clear she knew him and Mayumi couldn't help but guess that they both were from Advanced Nurturing High School.
"I don't understand the basis of your confidence Aunty." Tatsuya tilted his head and rubbed his chin before his eyes lit up. "Ah... Could it be...?"
He made a grasping motion with his left hand and the door snapped open. Both Matsushita and Mayumi trembled seeing the person behind the door.
It was a middle-aged man with a good physique. He had a head full of hair and a sharp nose. His eyebrows were a bit bushy but that served to make him more manly, complementing his well-groomed beard.
He was wearing a black business suit.
At the moment the middle-aged man had eyes full of grief and indignation. His eyes were lit up with flames from hell as he gazed at Tatsuya. Blue veins were bulging on his forehead and hands as he gritted his teeth in hatred.
How could he not feel unending fury from the scene in front of him?
"Papa..."
"Husband!"
Mother and daughter called out in unison as an eerie atmosphere settled in. Mayumi trembled in fear seeing the basis of her confidence stand still as if he couldn't move a single part of his body.
Tatsuya chuckled and released the pressure on the middle-aged man.
The man's eyes gleaned with coldness.
The moment he was freed from the invisible pressure that locked him in place he didn't rush at Tatsuya nor did he say anything.
BANG!
"Aaaaaaah!"
"Noooo!"
A loud sound echoed causing both Mayumi and Matsushita to shriek in fear. They didn't realise what happened and instinctively backed away. They knocked back onto the bedrest and as if that had knocked some sense into them they looked ahead, worrying about their loved one.
...
Matsushita couldn't describe in words how she felt.
Her father was holding a revolver.
Hope bubbled in her heart as it thumped with fear and excitement. Had her father really got rid of the Devil? She turned her head, as did her mother, towards the motionless Tatsuya.
His expression hadn't changed as he stiffly turned his head down.
There was a small gaping hole in his chest.
Right where his heart should be.
Blood dripped down his naked figure.
Thump!
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Numerous loud heartbeats rang out in the house.
Matsushita's father looked startled and apprehensive. He had shot perfectly, even he was stunned by how accurate his shot was. But now he had things to consider.
He didn't have a suppressor on the gun and as such a crowd was about to form inevitably. He had let his rage out but he needed to deal with the consequences. His wealth was deeply tied to the political world, his current actions won't just affect him but the party he was supporting as well.
As these thoughts passed his mind he noticed something odd.
Why was the child still standing?
Why were his wife and daughter backing away, as if they had seen a ghost?
Confusion drilled its way into his soul as he focused on the naked child.
The gun wound was no longer there.
The child stood without moving as if he were a statue. The mocking look in his gaze cast a shadow into his heart. Were it not for the blood that was still visible on his chest and stomach he might've thought he was hallucinating.
But that wasn't the end of his shock.
Tatsuya made a pinching gesture with his thumb and index finger before digging into his own chest. Blood reappeared, dripping down drop by drop like a countdown.
A countdown to death.
Tatsuya pulled the bullet out of his heart and let it drop onto the carpet. The sound of it falling was soft but it was like a loud thunderclap in the ears of the Matsushita Family.
Almost instantly the new wound healed as well.
"God... Where are you?"
Matsushita closed her eyes with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Mayumi was trembling in fear as was her husband.
"You're pretty ruthless." Tatsuya chuckled as he waved his hand.
Swish!
Four bloody tentacles erupted from his back and shot towards Matsushita's father. As if he had collided with a truck, the middle-aged man flew back and slammed into the wall. He coughed heavily, with blood leaking out of his mouth.
But that was not all.
At the same instant, the bloody tentacles turned into shackles that restrained his limbs against the wall.
"Papa!!!"
"Dear!!!"
Both Matsushita and Mayumi cried as they stepped forward. Their sorrowful cries caused Tatsuya's heart to cheer peacefully. A smile erupted on his face.
"Take another step forward and he dies."
Both women froze in place as another tentacle emerged from the shackles and turned into a sharp blade threatening to pierce the middle-aged man's neck. To showcase his point he made a small nick on his neck causing a drop of blood to slide down.
The sight of the bloody saber and the dripping drop of blood was one of beauty.
Well... At least to Tatsuya, it was.
"Please! Please stop! You promised you wouldn't harm them!" Matsushita ran towards Tatsuya and hugged his legs as she pleaded.
"That was on the condition you don't betray me."
"I didn't!" She cried out indignantly.
She had followed whatever he said and didn't do anything against his will!
"Why'd your mother sense something was off and call your father back urgently? As if she 100% knew you were in some sort of crisis."
Matsushita was confused, looking like she had no idea what he was talking about. Mayumi shivered as she whispered, "Whenever Chiaki is afraid she'd squeeze my hand. I'd squeeze back and another squeeze from Chiaki means she's in some big trouble. She doesn't realise she does this because it's a subconscious action, it's not her fault."
It wasn't as if whenever that condition was satisfied then there was always some trouble but for Mayumi, it was better to be safe than sorry. So most of the time she would call her husband back.
"Oh?" Tatsuya seemed curious but on second thought it was insignificant now that things had progressed this way.
He grinned before waking behind Matsushita's mother. His bulging cock rested in between her naked ass as he grabbed her shoulders.
"You don't look that confident anymore. What's wrong Aunty?"
-x-X-x-
"Stay away from her!"
Matsushita's father growled and struggled to fear himself. His heart was bleeding and he couldn't contain the anger he felt.
But no matter how much he howled, Tatsuya ignored him. His dick rested against the soft ass of Matsushita's mother. She stood frozen in place not knowing what she could do.
She looked at her husband who was looking back at her with teary eyes. His eyes were full of guilt and rage. Was it his fault that he couldn't stand up against Tatsuya?
No.
Two pairs of eyes met each other, one full of grief while the other full of helplessness.
The culprit behind this tragedy was snickering coldly as he rubbed his cock against Miyami's wet snatch. "Your daughter's done a great task at preparing you for me."
He didn't give her any time to think as he rammed his cock straight into her adult pussy hitting her womb. The shackled husband could only watch as his wife's expression distorted into something incoherent.
She didn't even have time to register what happened before Tatsuya began to wage war against her womb. The sound of balls clapping against her mother's ass filled Chiaki's ears as she dropped down to her knees and started crying.
The sound of the daughter's weeping, the sound of the father's howls and the sound of the mother's helpless moan created a symphony of elegant music in Tatsuya's ears as he started humming.
Tatsuya's eyes glittered as past life memories started to re-emerge. The ever calm look from his eyes was slowly fading away turning into something beastly.
He was looking at Mayumi but at the same time, it was as if he was looking at someone else.
"You."
Smack!
"Should."
Smack! Grunt!
"Thank."
Smack!
"Your."
Smack! Clap! Plop!
"Daughter!"
He roared and buried his cum deep into her pussy. The mother twitched as tears streamed down her face. She couldn't understand why her body was feeling so much pleasure. She didn't have the mental capacity to fight against it.
"A weak frail woman like you should just keep her mouth shut and be an obedient cum dumpster!" Tatsuya pulled her hair as he kept his dick slammed inside her pussy like a clog. "Do you understand?"
He asked and Mayumi shivered, keeping her mouth shut, doing her best to fight against the foreign feeling ravaging inside her body.
"I said, do you understand!" Tatsuya pulled her hair brutally backwards and used his other hand to fish inside her mouth. He used his fingers to pull her tongue out. He pulled it till it hurt and Mayumi cried.
"Y-yesh! I u-undershtand!" She yelled but Tatsuya didn't let go of her tongue and slammed her to the ground before roughly fucking her again. Her boobs were squished against the floor and her legs curled upwards, almost reaching Tatsuya's back as he pounded her roughly.
He was swinging his hips so hard that it caused her soft bubbly ass to redden.
"What are you?" He kept pounding her like a wild animal, increasing the tug on her hair and pinching her tongue to the point of pain.
By now Mayumi knew not satisfying him would not only end up in immeasurable pain but also the possible death of her family.
"I'm y-your cum dumpster!"
"Do you have a husband?"
"I…" Mayumi was startled and turned her head back in surprise but immediately she was slapped.
Smack!
She was slapped hard.
"Do you have a husband?"
She shivered and slightly raised her eyes to meet her husband's eyes. Feeling the increasing pressure on her tongue she lowered her eyes and sobbed.
"...no," she whispered.
"I can't hear you." Tatsuya frowned and pulled out. He spread her ass and aimed his cock slightly higher.
Mayumi trembled in fear and hurriedly screamed.
"NO! I Don't have a husban— AAAAAAAAHHHH" She shrieked as Tatsuya ripped her asshole apart. His cock was immediately squeezed harshly as he pushed through the barrier. So what if there was no space in her ass for his cock?
If there was none then Tatsuya would make space!
He swung his hips with force and each thrust caused Mayumi to claw at the ground in pain and pleasure causing her nails to chip away. Her toes curled and her back arched but Tatsuya's weight kept her in place.
Her face was full of tears and her eyes were red from crying.
"Do you have a husband!?"
"NO! I DON'T!"
"Do you have a husband!?"
"I DON'T!"
Tatsuya grinned and let go of her tongue before pulling her head back using her hair. He continued to pound her as he brought his face next to hers and nibbled on her ear.
"Then who is he?"
He pointed at her husb—No.
The man shackled on the wall and asked.
Mayumi shivered as a distorted smile spread across her face, "I don't huuuu… ah… know." She moaned as her asshole pulsed and gripped around his cock tightly.
"Who is he?" Tatsuya asked again.
"I DON'T KNOW!" she screamed in pain as Tatsuya increased the girth of his cock causing her already stretched asshole to rip apart.
The words that left her mouth caused the shackled man on the wall to lose all the light in his eyes.
He knew she was being forced to say those things but it still stung and cut his heart apart. Looking at her howling in pain he cried. Tears streamed down his face as he muttered helplessly— "Please kill me… please kill me… please kill me…"
"I'M GOING TO DIE!!!!" Mayumi convulsed in pain and pleasure as Tatsuya rocked back and forth, slamming her like a truck again and again. Her ass was sore and her legs were numb. "I'm dying… please help me… someone help me… I'm dying."
Matsushita trembled in a corner, unable to even move a single inch. Her eyes had already lost color and she was no different than a broken doll.
She had done this.
This was her fault.
She was the culprit of her family's current tragedy!
Tatsuya cared none about her mental anguish. At the moment he was focused on the woman screaming beneath him.
"Who am I!?" He whispered into her ear and Mayumi took a few seconds to respond. Her tongue hung loosely outside her mouth as drool dribbled down her chin.
"Y-you…?" Mayumi paused before letting out a painful smile. "You are my husband…"
Smack!
She was slapped again.
"Know your place!" Tatsuya wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed causing her veins to bulge. "Who am I!?"
"Master! You're my master! I'm your cum dumpster." she cried in fear like a little girl and Tatsuya stopped fucking her for a brief moment.
He looked at her with a gentle smile.
"...Good girl."
-x-X-x-
The pity in his eyes was undeniable, but it was layered with something colder.
He stood up, slowly, as if moving in a dream. The room was silent except for the shallow breathing of those around him. No one dared to speak or move. They were all trapped in the same tension, waiting for what he would do next.
For a moment, Tatsuya said nothing. He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair, his eyes sweeping over the scene before him.
Matsushita's mother lay on the ground, shaking violently, her face buried in her hands. She was broken—mentally, and physically. Her body was trembling, muscles spasming uncontrollably, her mind probably shattered beyond repair.
Her husband was no longer fighting. He wasn't even crying out in anger anymore. He was just crying. His face was streaked with tears, defeated, slumped against the wall like a man whose will had been utterly crushed.
Tatsuya's gaze finally landed on Matsushita herself. She sat in the corner, knees pulled to her chest, rocking back and forth. Her sobs came in waves, choked, barely audible, but her voice kept repeating the same words in a tortured whisper.
"It's my fault… it's my fault… it's my fault…"
He walked over to her slowly, kneeling in front of her. His touch was strangely gentle as he pulled her to her feet.
She flinched at his touch but didn't resist.
Her eyes were downcast, her body trembling. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze, the fear in her posture making her look even smaller, even more fragile.
Tatsuya tilted her chin up, his hand lingering on her face as if savouring the moment. There was something almost affectionate in his expression, but it was hollow, empty of real emotion.
"I had a good time," he said softly, his voice calm. He studied her face for a moment longer before his lips twisted into a cold smile. "You're free now. Do whatever you want. Run. Leave the country. But if you stay here… if you stay where I can find you… I'll make sure to come back. And when I do, it won't just be your mother…"
Her sobbing grew louder, her body shaking, but he had already turned away.
…
He left them behind without a second thought, stepping out into the cool evening air.
The sky was clear with faint clouds lazily drifting about. It felt almost peaceful, almost serene, but Tatsuya couldn't feel any of it.
His face was devoid of any emotion as he checked his phone.
Matsushita's family was already out of his mind, he had no qualms about what he did.
He would do whatever he wanted.
He launched himself into the air, his bloodstained wings spreading wide as he shot into the sky. The GPS on his phone guided him, though he barely needed it. He knew where he was headed: Saitama City, and from there, into the mountains.
Saitama City was just above Tokyo, where Matsushita's family lived. At Tokyo's seaside was where Advanced Nurturing High School was located so it didn't take long to reach her house.
But towards another city… it would take some time unless…
The wind screamed in his ears as he flew, but he felt nothing.
His mind was already elsewhere.
The next thrill.
Feeling somewhat excited he smiled.
Tatsuya's eyes glittered as they suddenly changed colour.
From black to molten silver.
Instantly, his body was wrapped in a crackling aura of electricity. White-hot arcs of lightning danced across his skin, lighting up the sky around him in flashes of electric blue. Then power surged within him, amplifying his every movement.
His wings pulsed with energy, absorbing the crackling lightning until they, too, shimmered with an otherworldly glow.
[Godspeed]
Tatsuya became a streak of light in the night sky, moving faster than the eye could follow. The air around him ripped apart as the world beneath him blurred, the city became nothing more than a faint smudge of darkness.
Forty kilometres.
In less than twenty seconds, the distance between him and Saitama City vanished. The cityscape passed below him, a blur of lights and buildings, before the mountains came into view.
He deactivated Godspeed as he descended, landing silently on a rocky outcrop, his eyes narrowing as he spotted his destination.
He waved his hand across his face as specs of white appeared from the void and gathered across his face to form a white mask with two red stripes going vertically across the eyes.
He looked ahead.
A sterile, monolithic structure, completely isolated from the world. No windows, no lights, no warmth. Just blinding white walls, cold and unfeeling, reflecting nothing. It was as if the building had been cut off from reality itself, a place where nothing could touch it.
The Whiteroom.
Nothing could escape it.
Or at least that had been the case until recently.
Tatsuya walked forward, the sharp crunch of gravel beneath his feet the only sound in the dead silence. He was still twenty meters from the entrance when a voice echoed out from hidden speakers.
"No trespassing allowed. Government facility. Step back, or you will be removed by force."
The voice was automated, cold, and emotionless.
Tatsuya smiled faintly, but kept walking.
From the corners of his vision, he saw the guards turn toward him, their eyes locking onto his figure. They were armed with batons and stun guns.
Their cold gazes landed on his body but there was flickering excitement in the eyes of many, looking at him provocatively as if daring him to come closer.
To the guards, Tatsuya's unexpected appearance was a change from their usually boring routine.
But they had no idea who they were dealing with.
Tatsuya's smile faded seeing the guards' excitement.
A bit stunned he walked past them.
They were seeking excitement from... Him?
Before the guards could realise what had happened blood splattered everywhere. The two guards at the front were confused as their vision blurred. Moments later their bodies, split in half, fell to the ground with a plop.
Intensities and organs were everywhere and deathly silence filled the air. The rest of the guards seemed to be in a daze, not realising what just occurred. Before they could come to their senses streaks of blood danced across the area, splitting all the guards in half.
Boom!
Tatsuya kicked the metal gate and it burst open.
Alarm bells were ringing all across the facility and he could see the shutters of the entrance close. The people behind the doors were huddling in fear, not believing what they had just seen. They were panicking and calling whomever came to mind in this dire situation.
"I should finish up quickly…" he muttered.
-x-X-x-
Deep within the Whiteroom.
On the fifth floor were numerous children running on treadmills. At first glance, approximately 35-40 individuals were wearing blue nursing robes with various medical equipment attached to their wrists and faces, monitoring their breathing and heart rate.
Two individuals wearing white robes were moving around each child with a notebook in hand, personally monitoring the data. They could have it personally compiled by using machines but they preferred doing stuff like this.
All the present children were of the 5th Generation of the Whiteroom.
Among the 5th generation, one particular girl was looking around curiously. She was a stark difference from those around her, though she was also sweating, her breathing was considerably more calm than that of those around her.
She had long magenta-coloured hair that reached her waist. She was wearing a blue gown that hid the shape of her body. Her face was cute and she had yellow eyes that were like the sun.
But though her eyes were colorful, they seemed like hollow, empty voids that had lost touch with reality.
A few minutes passed as the children started reaching their limits but before the two individuals could reprimand the ones that were failing a large buzz was heard in the room.
The emergency alarm?
It was a sound she had never heard before.
Ichika wondered with a curious look as she raised her head towards the TV attached to the entrance of the room, above the door. It was connected to the CCTV of the reception.
The two individuals in white robes seemed nervous, no longer appearing cold and indifferent. They had a much deeper understanding of the alarms. They looked at each other before turning to the kids.
"Return to your rooms. Activities will be paused until further notice."
Eyes flickering, they closed the doors of the facility and left.
Ichika eyed them before turning to the boy that stood next to her.
He wasn't tall.
He had a head full of brown hair and a cute-looking face.
Ichika wasn't deceived by the gentle smile on his face.
"What do you think happened?" He asked curiously, turning towards the TV waiting for the situation to display.
"Who knows…" Ichika answered dismissively.
They were both unaware of anything occurring outside of this facility and whatever guesses she could conjure up weren't going to surprise the number one student of the 5th Generation.
Yagami Takuya.
"How cold…" Yagami seemed hurt as he chuckled but just then the screen of the TV flickered and all forty students of the Whiteroom held their breaths in astonishment, including Ichika and Yagami.
Blood and gore.
Mutilated bodies were sprawled against the reception room and a trail of blood was where the camera's view ended. Some weak-willed students had their stomachs churning in disgust.
Yagami trembled as he looked at the screen, "What the hell?"
"I don't think the professors would've left if they saw this…" Ichika muttered in a daze.
Panic spread throughout the students but what could they do?
The doors were locked!
"Ichika! We have to lea—" Yagami yelled anxiously but before he could say more loud sounds erupted from behind the door.
"It's too late…" Ichika muttered and her heart thumped.
Not just her, each and every one of the students had their breaths held, stepping back inch by inch.
Boom!
The door burst open and what the students saw left them shivering in fear. A tall man soaked in blood and wearing a devilish white mask walked past the broken door while clutching onto one of their professor's head.
But that wasn't what caused them fear.
It was how the man was clutching the head.
His fingers had dug into the skull and from the outside, only about ten to twenty percent of his fingers were visible, as if he had held a bowling ball.
The man dropped the dead professor to the ground and looked around as if he was searching for something… or someone.
Yagami frowned but the terror in his eyes was undeniable. The baleful murderous aura erupting from the man in front of them wasn't visible but it could be felt. He was at the mercy of this guy, if he wanted him to live he would and if not…
But I haven't even proved myself against Ayanokoji senpai yet…
Bitter feelings spread into his mind and Ichika was no different, her thoughts were similar to Yagami's.
"I didn't get to meet him…" she smiled and looked at the bloody man with hints of fascination in her eyes.
She was a genius.
But despite being a genius among these normal individuals she could never surpass one person. To Ichika, Ayanokoji was a figure of worship. How outstanding does one need to be to cause such a difference between them?
That's why Ichika couldn't help but always think about him.
But no matter how amazing Ayanokoji was… he couldn't compare to the bloody figure in front of her. She was sure of it. As the bloody figure stepped forward she couldn't help but replace Ayanokoji with him.
In hindsight, she, Yagami and Ayanokoji were at least human.
But this…
The creature in front of her was anything but human. If anything the smell of blood wafting off of him caused her nose to twitch. The figure in front of her was something divine. Someone she shouldn't dare to look at.
Ichika hadn't lost her mind, though it might seem like it. She was more calm than ever as she slightly glanced at the TV.
Mutilated bodies and clean cuts, yet she couldn't see a hint of any weapon on him. He was wearing a gym compression sweatshirt that hugged his muscular body and baggy white pants leaving no room for any hidden weapon.
It couldn't be anything small like a dagger considering the state of the corpses.
Fissures and dents in the metal walls also indicated superhuman strength.
As the bloody figure stood just an inch away from her, she raised her head and looked into his emotionless eyes.
Her worship for Ayanokoji dropped to admiration and she trembled seeing it staring at her.
He was worth worship.
…
"Found you…"
Tatsuya muttered and Ichika's heart thumped. He extended his arm and held his hand out to her. Blood continued to drip down from his palm, his arm, and his entire body.
It wasn't the first time he was bathed in blood anyway.
Ichika looked at the outstretched arm in confusion.
"...Me?"
It was as if she understood what would happen should she take hīs hand.
Tatsuya said nothing.
Ichika alternated her gaze between his dreadful mask and bloody palm. Yet she knew… she knew she wasn't being given a choice but an order.
She wondered, what if she refused? What would he do then? Would he kill her? Or would he slaughter all her batchmates?
For a brief second her eyes landed on Yagami…
Gritting her teeth, she took his hand and Tatsuya smiled behind the mask… not that she knew.
Leaving behind the rest of the astonished Whiteroomers, Tatsuya led her through the hall littered with numerous corpses. Ichika felt nauseous but she did her best to hold it in.
This didn't escape Tatsuya's notice.
Snap!
A flash of white erupted and Ichika covered her eyes in surprise. The moment she reopened her eyes, to her shock all the corpses and blood had disappeared. It was as if it had all been an illusion.
He, who was leading her, was also now spotless, without a speck of dust staining hīm. She also noticed the mask fading away from hīs face.
Looking at his face Ichika's heart thumped.
It was otherworldly.
Tatsuya looked at her gently while he led her outside the facility. A quick clean fixed the place up once again.
"Yamamoto Tatsuya." He said as Ichika followed him in silence, "That's my name."
Bloody wings erupted from his back causing Ichika to be surprised once again. She wanted to say something but held herself back. Usually, she was mischievous and boisterous but in front of this creature, she found herself unable to speak freely.
With a flap of his wings, he was lifted off the ground.
He pulled Ichika into a princess carry before flying off.
"From now on you belong to me."
His voice echoed as they blurred away, disappearing into the serene sky.
****
Ichika shivered.
Cold wind blasted against her body as Tatsuya held her in his arms while flying about.
She wasn't scared.
Heights were the last thing that could scare her after what she just witnessed. She raised her eyes and looked at his chiseled jaw and perfect face, feeling curious.
"What are you?" she asked, her voice getting drowned out by the speedy winds.
By now she had already simmered down and her fear had lowered drastically. Realistically, if he wanted to kill her he would've done so already.
Tatsuya slowed down slightly before looking at her with a smile, "I'm human."
Ichika was dumbfounded, she hesitated a bit before rewording her question, "What kind of human are you?"
"A special one."
"How special?"
"Very special."
"Why?"
Tatsuya's lips twitched.
"I have superpowers."
"Why do you have superpowers? Are you God?"
"No, I'm not God." Tatsuya frowned, "My superpowers are a stroke of luck."
"Oh… So uhm… What do you need me for uh Mr. Yamamoto?"
"You don't need to know. Just listen to whatever I say and you'll have a lot of fun."
"Really? I guess that's great…" Ichika showed a look of expectation.
She wasn't some naive kid, an elite of the Whiteroom like her knew the consequences of overreacting or displaying defiance. She would keep her real thoughts to herself.
Her generation was specifically tutored in interpersonal relationships and socialization.
"Don't think I'm lying, there will be a lot of fighting and scheming once we leave this world. For now, you can have as much fun as you want."
"Leave the world?" Ichika raised a brow upon hearing that.
"The reason I'm special is because I can jump through different dimensions. I'll be leaving this dimension soon and I'm taking you along with me."
"...?"
Ichika took in the information without much problem but it still left her baffled. Just a few moments ago she was having a perfectly 'normal' day and now she was supposedly going to leave the world with this Dimension Traveler.
"Close your eyes." He suddenly said and Ichika listened without a second of delay.
A mere moment later Ichika hissed as she felt her skin burn. Loud cackling of thunder echoed in her ears as she felt all the hairs on her body stand up in fright. She really really wanted to open her eyes but her body screamed against it.
It must've been less than half a minute and she felt the burning sensation fade away.
"Open up."
She opened her eyes and saw Tatsuya holding a pill to her mouth. She parted her cherry-pink lips that glistened like pearls and ate the pill.
The slight burns on her body faded away and she looked down. Her eyes sparkled, "Is this where Ayanokoji-senpai is?"
"Yeah."
Below them was a massive school floating on top of the sea a distance away from the city of Tokyo.
Tatsuya wasn't surprised Ichika knew of ANHS. Since she and Yagami were supposed to enter the school next year to hunt Ayanokoji he presumed they were specially trained.
"Do you think you can take him on?"
"I wonder…" Ichika seemed amused but behind the amusement, Tatsuya could see a flicker of nervousness, "He was called the greatest masterpiece of the Whiteroom, the Demon of the Fourth. Supposedly, his records were so great none of us from the 5th Generation could even compare."
"Mr. Yamamoto…" Ichika looked at Tatsuya as they floated in the sky, above the clouds of ANHS, "Is Ayanokoji-senpai a 'special human' as well?"
Tatsuya looked at her and after a few seconds of silence chuckled, "No. He's not a special human, he's a gifted one."
"A gifted one…?" Ichika looked curious, "Then what am I?"
"A normal human," Tatsuya said as he dropped down and activated the invisibility cloak. Ichika was stunned to see the people around ignore them as they didn't exist.
The reverence in her heart grew.
Tatsuya disabled the cloak as they stood outside his dorm room.
Ichika looked around curiously as Tatsuya unlocked the door. "So can I become gifted or special too, Mister?"
"Of course," he said and walked inside as Ichika followed him inside.
But boy oh boy the next scene left her astounded.
The room was clean, unprecedentedly so. It didn't take her long to connect it to the special ability Tatsuya used to erase the blood and gore in the facility earlier.
But the room was the least of her worries.
Chained to the wall was a fellow human.
She had blue hair styled in a short cut that ended around her chin. Her skin was fair and there was no hint of any hair on her entire naked body. What stood out was the hollow and empty look in her eyes.
She's lost all hope.
Ichika's pupils turned pin-sized as she analyzed the state of the girl in front of her. Her eyes briefly registered the dog bowl and the contents in it before she turned to Tatsuya with a smile.
"Who's this?" She asked calmly as if discussing the weather.
Tatsuya paused for a second while unbuttoning his shirt. He resumed taking his clothes off before changing into a T-shirt and pants.
He walked past Ichika and stood in front of Ibuki.
"Open up."
Ichika flinched, she had heard these exact words a few moments ago but the way he said it to the chained girl was distinctly different.
It was inhumanely cold.
As if he wasn't speaking to another human being but a creature with a lower level of existence. Ichika was an arrogant individual herself but even she was shocked by a display like this.
To Ichika, what happened next was something that she would never forget, it would change her view on life quite drastically.
The chained girl seemed to shudder before she moved. She got into a kneeling position as she placed her trembling hands on her knees. She raised her head and opened her mouth wide while closing her eyes.
Tatsuya whipped his dick out and aimed it at Ichika's open mouth before letting out a stream of clear transparent piss.
Using the Clean spell on himself had its own benefits.
Ichika was standing just behind Tatsuya so she wasn't clear on what was happening but after seeing Tatsuya lower his pants and Ibuki's throat moving in a manner that made it seem like she was drinking something Ichika frowned.
A few moments later Ibuki coughed and Tatsuya pulled his dick back inside his pants.
He ruffled Ibuki's hair lovingly before turning to Ichika with a gentle smile causing her to shudder in hidden fear. The look on her face didn't change but her heart was beating wildly by the ridiculous scene in front of her.
"This is my personal toilet. She was called Ibuki before but I named her Toilet-chan after I caught her."
"... Personal toilet?" The sheer absurdity of those words held while referring to another human was insane, "I see."
"You can use her however you like too if you feel like it. But no shitting though, use the actual toilet for that."
To Tatsuya, Ibuki was of no concern. She was as disposable as one could get. For Tatsuya only those he felt affectionate towards deserved any kind of care or concern.
People like Ichika and Horikita were going to be part of his main harem.
Nobody could touch them.
But for toys?
The main harem could have fun with them.
Of course, Ichika had no idea she was already included in the main harem.
She ignored those absurd words, "So do I stay in this room till we leave?"
"Hahaha… knowing you, you'd be bored to death but don't worry only for a week. After that we'll be having a lot of fun on an island the school is taking us to."
"Island?"
"Yeah, I'll explain later. I have to meet someone so I'll be gone for a while. Here, it belonged to her." He pointed towards Ibuki and threw a phone at Ichika, "Take this and contact me if you need to. There's only one contact and that's me."
"Oh… okay." By the time she said okay Tatsuya had already left, locking the door from the outside.
Ichika felt her eyelids twitch as she looked around the now-empty room. Her eyes landed on Ibuki and coincidentally Ibuki was also looking at her.
"…"
After an awkward bout of silence, the cheerful Ichika couldn't take it and flashed Ibuki an awkward smile while waving her hand.
"Erm… hello Toilet-chan…? "
Ibuki said nothing and stared at Ichika with a hollow look.
Ichika seemed surprised by the lack of response and contemplated the situation. Going by how tyrannical Tatsuya was and how nonchalantly he had slaughtered the entire facility she was sure there was nothing that could threaten him.
If she were to go by his words then at least in this 'world' there was no threat.
"I wonder what I've gotten myself into…" Ichika smiled and walked towards Ibuki, she examined her closely.
She grabbed her by the chin and her grin widened.
"You're pretty cute…" Ichika rubbed her finger over her lips, "Not as cute as me of course!"
"..."
"Are you really going to stay quiet?" Ichika looked exasperated and sat down cross-legged in front of her, "Say something, come on. I've been kidnapped like you as well! That mister came and killed all the guards of our facility and flew me here from Saitama! You should've seen the sight of so many bodies and intestines!"
There was a hint of reverence in her gaze that Ibuki saw.
Anger seethed inside her.
"Who are you?" She asked and Ichika turned her head in excitement.
"Ichika des! I'm the cute and sexy Amasawa Ichika, the second-best student of the 5th Generation of the Whiteroom!" She stood up and twirled around before flashing a victory sign at Ibuki.
Ibuki was speechless.
Perhaps it was Ichika's vibe or her cheerfulness that rubbed off on Ibuki.
She felt her eyes tear up.
She started crying, startling Ichika.
"Pl-please help me… hic hic hic… please…" tears streamed down her face as she broke down, the chain cackling with her sudden burst of movement.
Ichika came forward and hugged the crying girl. Ibuki as if she had found a shoulder sobbed in her embrace. Ichika gently patted her back and let her vent.
A while later, with a slightly red nose Ibuki separated from Ichika, feeling ashamed but also hopeful.
"How'd you end up like this? Tell me everything about it. Also tell me everything you know about mister, that way I can maybe free you." Ichika smiled benevolently as if she were an Angel descended to Earth.
Ibuki gulped before gritting her teeth.
"All I asked for was a simple Martial Arts spar. Perhaps because my friends decided to meddle in the fight he became mad and did this… to me." Ibuki hesitated before dropping her head, "Or maybe regardless of whether Ryuen attacked him or not, he was going to have his way with me.*
"Hmm…" Ichika hummed and said nothing.
Ibuki knew this was her only chance.
Amasawa Ichika was her only chance for freedom.
She went into detail about Tatsuya. From the first day of school to everything she knew he did till now. She didn't even hide the fact she caught him fucking the leader of Class B…
Ibuki's eyes widened in surprise all of a sudden and Ichika also showed a look of understanding.
"Maybe you shouldn't have followed him like that…"
Ibuki couldn't help but turn stiff, the cold metal shackle on her neck caused her to shiver as she realized the reason she was being locked up.
Ibuki felt her eyes tearing up once again. Only she knew what she had been through the past few days. For some reason she felt no need of urination or excretion, he would come and shine a bright light from his hand and Ibuki would lose all sense of needing to go to the bathroom.
It was as if the waste from her body would disappear on its own.
What was worse was that he would never once stop fucking her and most of the time it was pretty brutal. Buckets and buckets of cum would be dumped inside her till the point she felt like her stomach was bursting.
The worst part was that weird dick of his. It was able to change size and shape voluntarily.
It made Ibuki's life even more hellish than it already was.
Sometimes Tatsuya would test how much her pussy walls could bear and stretch them to the limits. At other times he would try to see how far he could ram into her.
Ibuki had faced worse than hell. She even wondered if death would be better than her current state but that demon would always feed her something and no matter how grievous her injury it would heal instantly after.
Endless torment.
…
Ichika took in Ibuki's words in silence.
She drummed her own chin and hummed a merry tune. If she were to be honest she was intrigued, was mister really just a normal human who gained powers beyond luck? Was it really that simple?
According to Ibuki, her supposed leader Ryuen had labeled him as a cunning tyrant. Similar to him, except for the fact that he behaved pretty normally for the first month or so.
Ichika sighed before looking at Ibuki.
She ran her hand through Ibuki's hair and played with it. Ibuki looked at her in confusion but before she could understand Ichika brought her other hand forward and gently caressed her lips.
Ibuki felt her heart tighten as she looked at Ichika. Her eyes were glowing brightly but there was a faint blush on her face accompanied by a crazy grin.
"N-No…" Ibuki moved back but her hair was pulled roughly and her face was now close to Ichika.
With Ibuki's hair balled in her fist, Ichika gently rubbed the lips of Ibuki. "You see, I'm somewhat frustrated myself. I really didn't know what to expect when he first came to take me away but when I saw you I knew what I'll have to deal with. Sex… sex… sex."
"Sigh, I really don't want to end up like you so I'll be doing my best to be in his good books. I don't know why but he seems to favor me." Ichika looked at Ibuki coldly, her face morphing into something terrifying, "You'll listen to whatever I say and I promise I'll free you. Mister and I will be leaving in a week or so, till then do your best."
Ibuki sobbed in silence but Ichika's words hit her soft spot.
A week.
For just a week she had to endure more.
"I'll do whatever you say…" Ibuki looked defeated, returning to her hopeless state. She kneeled in front of Ichika, her naked body in a display of subservience.
Ichika felt a tremor pass through her spine as she stared at the naked Ibuki. She gulped before looking her up and down.
The concept of sex was also taught in the Whiteroom.
But that was merely surface-level education, enough knowledge for her to know most of the theoretical stuff.
She was somewhat lost.
In reality, she was somewhat scared that Tatsuya had really not left and was just silently observing her from some corner of the room.
Maybe he was testing her?
The mere thought of that sent a chill down her spine.
She wasn't sure. Intelligence didn't help all that much against someone with law-bending powers.
Though, it wasn't as if she was forcing herself to play with Ibuki. She was genuinely curious and enjoyed the power thrill she felt seeing the naked and subdued girl.
A fellow human being lay there with her fate in Amasawa Ichika's hand.
The mere idea of getting to do whatever she wanted with Ibuki made Ichika oddly excited.
She looked at the abused Ibuki and pulled her face between her legs with a lustful look. Since her life was mostly going to be about pleasure, why not enjoy it?
Ibuki felt her breath stiffen as her face was pressed against Ichika's panty beneath the blue medical robe.
She could only weep silently as she cursed her fate.
-x-X-x-
Ichika's long red hair reached her waist.
When Ichika sat down on the bed it sprawled behind her creating a beautiful pattern.
At the moment, Ibuki was between Ichika's legs rubbing her nose against her pussy through her underwear. Ibuki could do nothing but comply with Ichika's will.
Ichika felt her breathing quicken. Her body was starting to heat up as a rush of ecstasy filled her body. She looked at Ibuki with a soft smile and grinned, "Lick it."
Ibuki helplessly stretched her tongue out and licked the fabric of her underwear. Her wet tongue pressed against her pussy through the fabric and Ichika couldn't help but moan. She pressed her hand against Ibuki's head and pulled her in closer. She started grinding her hips against her face in hopes of feeling better.
Getting frustrated quickly she quickly pulled her panty down and threw it away. She pulled the hems of her robe up and Ibuki could see her glistening pussy with hints of immature pubic hair.
After all, Ichika was still 15, a few months away from turning 16.
She was younger than Ibuki.
Ibuki didn't know that.
She had mixed feelings as she looked at the young pussy beginning to drip in front of her. Comparing it to Tatsuya's dick she couldn't help but be grateful. That last thing she would have to worry about with Ichika should be pain.
Ibuki hurriedly crawled forward and like a dog started licking Ichika, as if trying to please her. Ichika was a bit startled by the sudden assault and couldn't help but moan. Pleasure was beginning to build up in her body.
"Mmmh… I feel weird huuuuh…" Ichika breathed in deeply and looked at Ibuki with a blush. Her tongue was constantly rubbing against her pussy lips and clit, "Use it, use your tongue to explore the insides, now!"
Ibuki heard that and stopped lapping her pussy up like a dog. Her face was full of lewd juices as she pulled back before plunging her tongue into Ibuki's pussy. A sweet taste erupted inside her mouth as she scratched Ichika's pussy with her tongue.
Ichika felt herself shivering in pleasure and couldn't help but wrap her legs around Ibuki's head before clutching it tightly. She stretched and arched her back before yelling— "I'm Cumming!"
Ibuki's face was instantly sprayed with Ichika's love juices. Ichika panted and threw herself back onto the bed. She stared at the ceiling while feeling exhausted. Physically she was near the peak of humanity but this short session of oral sex seemed to have drained her down miraculously.
Ibuki herself was exhausted as she had to stretch the chains to reach the bed. It was as if Tatsuya had personally crafted the chains for them to have such perfect length.
"That was so cool!" Ichika jumped up and threw the robe away. Her naked figure was astonishingly toned as if there wasn't any sort of fat on her body. Even Ibuki was somewhat surprised, Ichika's body was exactly what as a Martial Artist she aspired to achieve.
Her boobs were way bigger than hers and her body was perfectly sculpted.
Ibuki couldn't help but feel inferior.
"I feel a weird sense of freedom." As if to rub salt into her wounds Ichika spoke up. "I really wonder how this dimensional travelling will work. Will there be monsters in the new world? Aah! I'm so curious. I wonder when Mister will be back."
It didn't take long for Ichika to get bored.
She waved her legs idly when a sudden chill erupted in her body. Perhaps the juices on her and her being naked were the cause but Ichika felt like she needed to pee.
She got up and headed towards the bathroom.
Ibuki watched her go expressionlessly.
Yet her emotionless face broke when she saw Ichika jump out of the bathroom with a look of realization on her face.
"You…"
"Mister said I could do whatever I wanted with you barring one thing." Ichika had a crazy grin on her face as she walked towards Ibuki.
They were both naked and Ichika's pussy was still covered in numerous liquids. Ibuki couldn't help but start crying, she looked at Ichika pleadingly.
"Please… please don't… please… it's disgusting, please… I'm… I'm still human—!"
Slap!
"Oye, shut up. Didn't you say you'll listen to whatever I say? Now open your mouth."
Ibuki refused to comply. While she was completely afraid of Tatsuya, the girl in front of her was just a normal girl.
Bam!
Ichika kicked Ibuki in the stomach causing her to reel over and vomit. Perhaps because she hadn't been eating anything the past few days nothing came out.
But before she could register anything else Ichika kicked her again.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Ibuki rolled on the floor in pain. She couldn't believe the amount of force behind those kicks. She moaned in pain on the floor and covered her head as Ichika continued to stomp on her.
Ibuki's entire body was full of pain but if she were to be honest Tatsuya was a thousand times worse and if she could endure that, this was nothing.
Perhaps Ichika realised this and stopped stomping on her.
"I thought we could be friends but you just had to go and do this." Ichika sighed and looked around curiously. Then she saw something interesting. Her eyes shined and she picked it up.
She hopped her way back to Ibuki, "Surprise!"
Ibuki looked at the object in her hand with surprise and horror. Hatred surged in her eyes as Ichika punched her face.
She punched again and Ibuki felt her jaw loosen, her vision started blurring.
Before she could gather herself the O-ring was attached to her lips and the familiar feeling of the loss of control enveloped her.
Ichika jumped and landed on Ibuki's face. She sat on her and placed her pussy just on the O-ring. A stream of steady liquid poured down from her pussy into Ibuki's mouth and all she could do was thrash around as some of it spilt on her face.
Gurgle… gurgle…
Ichika had a crazy grin along with a beautiful blush on her face as she let out a contented sigh. Once she was done she pulled the O-ring out and Ibuki started coughing. She grabbed her own neck and coughed hard, some liquid escaped her mouth and nose but most of it had already been ingested by her.
"Hahahahaha," Ichika couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the bewildered and abused Ibuki. She could somewhat understand why Tatsuya liked doing this.
Feeling horny again she kicked Ibuki and sat down on her face, grinding her pussy against her face forcibly. Whether Ibuki could breathe or not was the least of her concerns as she moaned and came repeatedly.
…
Tatsuya, who was still inside the room, looked at Ichika weirdly.
Of course, the scene in front of him had his cock rock hard. He stroked his cock slowly at the sight of Ichika forcefully grinding her pussy on Ibuki's face.
She's crazy.
But Tatsuya liked that.
He needed someone who wouldn't cry over morality or be a burden. None of the girls of ANHS could compare to Ichika in usefulness. Once he was done training her she would be a great asset.
Feeling horny he wondered, should he join in on the fun?
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