Chapter 19

Dazai released his hold from her, he found her nipples to be hard from the recent action. He swallowed the lump forming on his throat. He was slightly erected. Kitty noticed how hard it was for him to control himself, the sight was itself very convincing. She gave an evil smirk in response to his hard form.

"You are enjoying this very much. Aren't you?," he whispered in her ear only for kitty to hear, "One day it will be inside you and yes it won't even get out from you unless I want it."

"Consent or without consent.," he said in a low voice looking straight at her. Kitty's eyes widened at his intense statement. She fixated her gaze at him, she saw a straight unflinching expression which was terrifying to look at.

Chuya Nakahara was perplexed of the entire situation. He was not entirely convinced of the situation. His gaze shifted between Kitty and Dazai, he couldn't actually pin point what they had been discussing to eachother. However, he had known Dazai to be brutal in manipulation and emotionally deattached, the type of person who won't think twice to kill his enemy.

There's a saying among port mafia... The biggest misfortune for Dazai's enemies is that they are Dazai's enemies.

Kitty pushed Dazai in a brute force. She hid her body in an attempt to gain a sense of autonomy amd some sort of dignity.

Dazai was amused he scoffed at her attempt, he said, "You know you remind me of bubblegum, to be chewed when necessary and thrown when it loses all its flavour."

Those words hit kitty hard as it trailed off his mouth, her bright complexion turned unsettling and shocked. He was definitely talking about the dynamics between her and Mori.

"Serve your master well.," he said, holding her chin and tracing it lovingly.

"No one likes a thrown chewing gum. Unfortunately, you can only survive here as Mori's doll. Port mafia is not for a porcelain object like you.," Dazai traced her pink sapphire necklace as if hinting them on purpose.

Dazai smirked for a second and left her in a gazebo, Kitty looked at her bruised palms. She was perplexed as of how to react to the situation. Chuya looked at her for a second and left, saying the last words, "This place is not for you." Chuya words weren't mocking but delivered with a sense of concern.

"How?" She questioned herself.

As Dazai walked past the dimly lit corridor, he'd seen Mori smoking in the shadows.

"So?," Mori began, the smoke curled in the air drawing lazy patterns, "what were you talking with my doll?"

He exhaled the smoke putting it down from his lips, "I was just warning her things about you."

"Why do you need to?," Mori asked, "I give her clothes to wear, food to eat and my kitty seems to have expensive taste. Suits her well. Doesn't it?"

He approached towards Dazai lifted her chin, "Oo and seems like my kitten has bitten you. Quite playful. Isn't she?"

"What's the fun if a kitten doesn't scratch a little?," his lips curled into a smirk.

Mori expression turned stoic and he cleared the distance between Dazai and him. He threw a warning glare and said, "I won't tolerate you getting any closer to my Kitty. She's mine and I really don't take kindly of a third person meddling into my intimate relationship."

"And remember.," Mori said in a haunting tone, "Kitty might have just bruised your neck but I can do something worse.," he showed his scalpel to him, "You know very well. I. dont. Hesitate."

"So you sleep with her everyday?," Dazai asked.

Mori took another drag and blew it on Dazai's face and said, "Yes, I do. Infact, I filled her this morning too."he carried a smug expression as the words trailed down his mouth and it gave a bitter taste from his mouth.

Dazai didn't like the situation, a hint of jealousy and something primal stirred inside him. He managed to keep a calm and emotionless face. He silently walked away.

Mori stared at his sillioutte and looked at him going away, he felt as if he had won one of the battle.