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"Come here," the man seated in the leather chair beckoned to you, his fingers curling in a frivolous gesture as if calling a dog, the smile at the corner of his mouth both scornful and mocking. "Crawl over."

Kneeling by the door, you looked at that seemingly glowing hand but felt nothing but utter humiliation.

Your legs felt weak, somewhat unable to exert strength. You had just been forcibly brought from the party, pinned against the door and played with at will. Your body, already in heat, was extremely sensitive, radiating warmth all over. Just as his teasing intensified your physical reactions, your powerless body slid down along the door but the man let go of the hands that had been supporting you all along.

Kurokawa Izana leisurely took off his coat and sat down in the black leather chair a few steps away, commanding you to crawl over.

"You..." Gritting your teeth, you stared at the mocking smile on his face—a look that seemed so certain you would obey. Anger burned hotter in your chest. "Don't even think about it!"

So what if he had noticed you were in heat and brought you here? Did he really think you would just submit to him?

"Oh? Are you really going to defy your Alpha, or..." His tone shifted abruptly, laced with disdain. "...do you want Mikey to see your body like this, dripping and desperate?"

"Shut up!" Your Alpha? This guy had simply taken advantage of you when you were vulnerable and disoriented during your heat. He had dragged you away and forced his mark on you. How dare he call himself that now?

But Mikey... You really didn't want Mikey to see you like this... Like this, all flushed and weak, looking like some useless, shameful Omega who would cling to any passing Alpha... You would rather die than let him see you this way.

Because Mikey hated Omegas who couldn't control their pheromones and went into heat indiscriminately.

"Are you going to waste time there all day?" Izana raised his left wrist and glanced casually at his watch. "You're needed at Mikey's side for the end of the banquet, you know."

Today was a reception hosted by Bonten, celebrating the organization taking over Tokyo's largest territory. There was a ceremony at the end that required your presence.

Time was running out.

You looked at Izana, who was lounging in the chair not far away, boredly propping his chin in his hand as he observed the expressions on your face. Then you looked at the short distance between you. The man's lips curved down slightly, as if he were a little troubled. After a moment, he spoke.

"It's simple... If you just come over here nicely, I'll help you," Izana said, his fingers stroking his jaw, his eyes smiling as he watched you. "There's no one else here. I promise no one but me will see you..."

Under the dazzling light, the man's eyes shone with a strange, alluring glow. His voice was deep and pleasant, like a demon's whisper, tempting your senses.

With little time left before the banquet ended, you couldn't go out there looking like this—it was obvious you were in the throes of a severe heat.

The man before you seemed to be your only choice.

Looking at the short distance between you, you clenched your teeth, swallowing your humiliation, and pressed your legs together.

Earlier at the banquet, you were confirming that every item on the agenda was proceeding as planned. All the invited guests on the list had received thoughtful hospitality and arrangements, and the occasional small issue was adjusted and resolved smoothly by you.

Just as you took a deep breath, ready to take a short break and find Mikey, a sudden change in your body made your face instantly pale. You could hardly remember how you managed to support your suddenly reactive body to the restroom. Looking at the flushed cheeks reflected in the mirror above the sink, you desperately splashed cold water on your face, but it did nothing to suppress the surging heat.

You could even smell the scents of the Alphas coming and going outside the restroom, and you felt the shameful urge to rush over and grab just anyone to satisfy your physical needs.

It had never been like this before.

Everything started not long ago.

You presented later than most of your peers. You had thought you would be one of the vast majority of Betas, and had even felt relieved about it.

While Alphas and Omegas are considered more precious in society, just thinking about the troublesome heats, ruts, and being constantly affected by pheromones like an animal unable to control its instincts seemed like such a hassle.

All that talk about them being superior, stronger, higher quality... In your view, it was just residual, uncontrolled animal instinct, a sign of incomplete evolution.

In the future, Alphas and Omegas would only become fewer and fewer, until society was composed solely of ordinary, rational Betas, untroubled by various conditions.

That would be true, normal evolution.

However, all of this changed the day you presented as an Omega. From then on, you had no choice but to deal with frequent, troublesome heats, and to feel anger and frustration over smelling the pheromones whether unintentional or deliberate of Alphas and Omegas.

Because of this, you had been taking suppressants.

Because your childhood friend Mikey hated Omegas who couldn't control themselves and were easily swayed by pheromones. Sano Manjiro was a Beta. Since childhood, obsessed with becoming the top delinquent, he had seen all kinds of Alphas and Omegas entangled in dark corners and deeply despised it.

So, you had always hidden your status. After you presented, you never told him.

You hid it well. No one in your daily life discovered your true secondary gender. Occasionally, when someone caught the faint scent of citrus around you, you always covered it up with perfume.

Your scent wasn't strong, and combined with your constant use of suppressants, the secret was kept for a long time.

Until recently, your pheromones became irregular. Then, one day, while you were handling affairs at Bonten as usual, your heat arrived without warning.

You collapsed under the large desk. Your body, completely out of control, was desperately releasing the soft pheromones of an Omega in heat. You had no strength left, your mind was almost entirely lost, burned away by desire.

Just as you were trapped in this agonizing hell, someone pushed the door open and walked in.

He approached you, kneeling on the ground, and lifted your soft body up. "...Can you... hear me?" The person called out several times before your consciousness slowly returned. You saw his short silver-white hair, his bright eyes, and the long, narrow earring swaying gently on his earlobe.

"You've been pretending so well all this time. Can't handle it now?" The man's fingers brushed the corner of your mouth, wiping away the dampness there. "Do you want me to help you?"

Your body, tormented by the heat, felt like it was burning in a fire. Even though this guy was someone you deeply disliked, at that moment, you wanted to cling to him and beg for his help.

No... Izana is terrible.

Just as you were struggling to refuse your instincts, your hand, acting against your will, grabbed Izana's and pressed it against your cheek. Then, the door to the room was pushed open again.

"...(name), what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Mikey looked at you, sitting on the floor and held in Izana's arms, his brow slightly furrowed in confusion. He walked over, crouched in front of you, and made a move to take you from Izana. "I'll take you back to rest."

If Mikey took you back, he would definitely realize something was wrong and find out you were an Omega... No. You would rather die than be hated by him. You had seen too many Omegas he had despised and pushed away.

"...Izana," you said, just as Mikey was about to take your hand and pull you into his embrace. You weakly lifted your arm and hooked it around Izana's neck instead. "Take me home."

You didn't look at Mikey's expression at that moment, and you didn't dare to. You just wanted to get home quickly and deal with your body's terrible state on your own.

In your dazed, hazy mind, you faintly heard Izana's soft laugh, followed by his voice speaking to Mikey, "I'll take her home first..."

He got you home safely, just as he said he would. But he did not leave.

The man, Kurokawa Izana, a high-quality Alpha, faced with an Omega in heat, willfully released his oppressive, coercive pheromones.

You, already too weak to resist, were completely at the mercy of the powerful Alpha's dominance.

He not only forcefully held you, but he also marked you. From then on, you could clearly and easily sense changes in his emotions and became even more susceptible to the influence of his pheromones.

It wasn't that you hadn't thought about removing the mark. It would be painful and could affect your health. Every time you thought about it, you wanted to bite Izana to death.

That despicable man. He had probably sensed your true secondary gender long ago. He intentionally got close to you, occasionally releasing his pheromones to test and toy with you, enjoying the sight of you flustered and affected by him.

Emerging from the distant memory and thinking about how weak you were in the restroom, and then how Izana half-held, half-dragged you, forcibly bringing you to this room.

Your hands pressed against the cold floor. Your knees, separated by thin fabric, knelt on it as you crawled forward bit by bit. The distance wasn't far. Even though you moved slowly, humiliated, you soon reached Izana's feet.

Looking at the man's polished shoes right in front of you, you clenched your fists, really wanting to punch him hard.

Something warm and soft suddenly touched your cheek, making your body tremble. It was Izana, using his hand to stroke your face. "Good. Now, show me the part you want me to play with."

This bastard.

Not only did he make you crawl like a dog, but he also wanted you to actively expose yourself... He'd probably make you beg him next.

"Like this, I don't know what you want me to do..." Seeing you motionless, Izana spoke with feigned trouble. "Time, after all, waits for no one."

Damn it.

Grabbing the hem of your skirt, you lowered your head, kneeling on the floor at his feet, and slowly pulled down the side zipper. Then, you took the skirt off.

Now, you were only left in your underwear.

Your chin was suddenly lifted, forcing you to look up at the man in the chair. Izana's bright eyes gazed deeply into yours, no longer holding mockery or playfulness, but something deep and unreadable to you. "Breathe it all in. Until you're crazy with want for me."

Holding your chin, the man wantonly released his pheromones. The strong scent of alcohol instantly wrapped around you, imprisoning you within it, leaving no escape.

Your body reacted almost immediately. The place he had rubbed through your skirt earlier began to grow wet. You could even feel inside yourself slowly becoming soft and damp as you inhaled the Alpha's scent, craving to be penetrated by something thick and burning hot.

"Ah..." Even if you didn't want to breathe it in, even if you wanted to refuse, the instinct of your body in heat and the powerlessness of an Omega facing an Alpha made it impossible for you to deny him.

Your body grew hotter and hotter. The little spot between your legs was thoroughly wet, as if love juices were trickling down your thighs. On top of that, looking at Izana's thin lips and sharp jawline, your brain was going crazy wanting to be with him. You even felt like kneeling at his feet and rubbing your burning cheeks against his thigh, begging him to give it to you quickly.

"Heh, you really breathed it all in," Izana laughed, pinching your cheek. "You like my pheromones that much..."

...Wasn't he the one who forced you to breathe it in? He made your heat worse, and now he was mocking you for it.

Why... Why could he still be so calm, as if he wasn't affected by your pheromones at all?

"Come, sit here." Izana patted his thigh, smiling as he signaled you. At this point, you couldn't refuse at all, whether it was due to Omega instincts or the current situation.

Holding onto his thigh, you slowly stood up from the floor. Your soft body felt even weaker now, your legs were trembling from the torment of desire.

You had barely stood up, not even found your balance, when an arm abruptly wrapped around your waist. The man held you and, with a slight exertion of force, pressed you down to sit on his lap.

"Ah..." The moment your hands grabbed his shoulders, you bit your lip. Izana, holding your waist, had slipped his fingers into your underwear. His calloused fingertips brushed against your damp petals, expertly found the entrance hidden between your legs, and pushed in without warning.

"So soft like this... looks like you've been holding back hard..." He teased you while playing with you using his fingers. His fingers moved and curled inside your wet heat, and soon you were panting unevenly again under his touch.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up..." You pressed on his shoulders, looking at the man holding you, feeling like even your exhales were scorching hot. "Put it in."

He was just a living toy for you to use. Once you found a way to fix this irregular heat cycle, you could discard this tool.

If your heats were stable and you could prepare in advance, you wouldn't have been reduced to this state, yielding to him. It was all because of the excessive suppressants you took before that triggered this chaotic heat.

It was fine before. But now, within Bonten, everyone is a high-quality Alpha. Being surrounded by them every day, it's no wonder your heat cycle is acting up.

You remembered the doctor smiling at you and telling you the solution to have more sex. Just go with your body's natural instincts.

Yes. That was it. Have more sex now, then after this period passed and your physical condition improved, once you discarded Izana, you could have normal, gentle sex with Mikey.

"Ah... damn you..." Just as you were thinking this, your waist was suddenly gripped tightly by the man's hands and forced down. Before you could react and refuse, the Alpha's cock thrust sharply into your pussy, sheathing itself to the hilt in one deep move.

Your whole body trembled lightly. The pale skin of your inner thighs spasmed and shook from the stimulation. Your hands gripped Izana's shoulders, your head fell back, and your lips parted as you stared at the ornate chandelier above, your breathing rhythm lost.

That single thrust felt like Izana had fucked right into your soul, leaving a chaotic dizziness deep in your brain. You didn't need to look to know your expression was one of being utterly dazed by a man.

Finally catching your breath, you lifted your weak arms to tug at Izana's tie. "...Who said you could go all the way in like that?"

Even though your body in heat was already prepared for mating, being fully penetrated in one go was still uncomfortable.

"I wanted to." Izana kneaded your buttocks firmly and, while speaking, pressed down on your waist and thrust hard two more times, making you go limp in his arms, powerless to argue with him.

Your head buried in the man's chest, your slightly parted red lips let out intermittent moans with each of his movements. Your fingers crumpled his neat shirt. Smelling the man's pleasant pheromone scent, you gently closed your eyes.

Right. You damn well missed this.

Ever since that sudden heat where he forcefully took you, you had missed this scent, missed being held tightly in his arms.

...It was true. Alphas and Omegas were a natural physical match, even if you hated him.

The man's hands wandered and caressed your body incessantly, as if utterly enthralled by you. His warm fingertips slid over the delicate skin of your spine, making a subtle itch creep across your entire body.

He cupped your buttocks, then pressed down hard. His cock slid along your joined parts, rubbing deep inside your pussy. A tingling, numbing pleasure spread through your veins to your whole body, making you cling tightly to his neck. Your fingers gripped his shirt as if you wanted to tear it.

"So eager. She’s squeezing and pulsing down there... you've made my pants all wet..." Izana kissed your collarbone, his wet tongue pressing into your soft skin before moving to your sensitive nipple.

"Stop... stop talking..." This bastard always said such shameful things when he was with you. Since when do men talk so much during sex?

His tongue circled your nipple, occasionally giving it a light suck, making your whole body tense up. Your fingers unconsciously tightened in his hair.

"You love this, don't you? You love it when I lick you like this," the man said, letting you pull his hair, indifferent to the pain on his scalp. His bright, almost unnaturally intense eyes looked at you.

So, you saw the lewd sight of the man sucking on your nipple. In response, your pussy seemed to be stimulated and clenched him even tighter. "Mmm... are you going to ignore the other one?... Don't just lick there..."

Probably because your brain was completely dominated by lust and your heat, you grabbed Izana's hair and arched your other nipple toward his lips, offering it to him.

"Heh..." The man's low laugh reached your ears, making your face burn hot. Then you felt his warm palm kneading your buttock before he spanked it hard. "You've really become such a slut for my cock..."

"Ah...!" A sharp, stinging pain hit your buttock, making your body shudder violently. The humiliation and anger from being hit didn't last long because you soon found your body getting even more aroused. Your pussy clung tightly to Izana's thickness, almost not wanting to let him pull out.

That intense pleasure seeped into your bones, making you unable to resist. You could only wrap your arms around Izana's neck and frantically bite his chest and shoulders through his shirt, trying to slightly relieve the pleasure that was almost dissolving your nerves.

"Ha, you're holding on so tight..." The man watched you wreak havoc on him, brushed the sweaty hair from your forehead, and saw your wet eyes. He kissed your cheek, chuckled lowly, and then thrust into you even deeper.

Your body reached its peak quickly. After coming once, your nerves settled slightly. The chaotic, heat-induced feeling that had almost driven you to the edge faded a bit, and you regained some clarity.

You saw yourself held in Izana's arms, completely naked, while the man was still fully dressed, his shirt only rumpled from your grasping.

The contrast made you feel ashamed and uncomfortable. The memory of your recent intimacy made you want to sink through the floor... Was that really you, so shamelessly begging Izana for it.

"Let me go," you commanded him coldly. You needed to get dressed and prepare for the banquet's closing ceremony.

Hearing this, Izana's gaze turned cold. As you impatiently tried to pry his hands away, the man suddenly gripped your waist and lifted you up.

He carried you the few steps to the large bed in the room, holding the back of your neck as he pressed you down into the mattress. Your head sank into the soft sheets. Before you could gather your wits to resist, his heavy body came down on top of you from behind. A pillow was shoved under your hips, and then his hard length, which had just been ravaging your insides, nudged against your wet opening before thrusting back into you.

"You think you can use me like a toy and then just run away? It doesn't work like that." The man held the back of your neck, his hand pressing on your waist, driving into you without mercy.

Your body was pinned firmly under his, unable to struggle even a little. You could only tremble under his nearly savage thrusts, biting the soft sheets beneath you to muffle your sounds.

Izana was inhuman when he lost control.

His cock rubbed against the soft walls of your pussy as he pushed in, his movements fierce and wild. The wet, lewd sound of his cock moving filled the room, making you want to cover your ears.

He seemed to love seeing you like this—powerless to resist, forced beneath him as he took what he wanted. Noting your reddened ears and how your whole body shook, Izana flipped you onto your back. He grabbed your calves, throwing them over his shoulders, and entered you from the front.

Under the light, the man's face was handsome and striking, like a devil mesmerizing a soul.

"You motherfucker... be gentler... ah...!" You glared at Izana fiercely, trying to warn him, but your threat was cut off by a deep thrust that shattered your focus. Your eyes lost concentration, and your pussy trembled, releasing a small gush of fluid that splashed against the head of his cock, wetting his balls.

He was going too deep, making it hard for you to take it. Your calves rested helplessly on his shoulders, the pale soles of your feet curling tightly.

"You're still trying to fight your Omega instincts, even like this?" Izana mocked you between thrusts. He grabbed your weak, limp calves, bending them toward your chest. Your hips were forced higher, making his invasion even easier.

The man was buried deep inside you, holding you clamped in his arms as if cradling an infant.

He bent down to kiss your slightly parted lips, your chin, and then bit your nipple.

When you couldn't help but respond to him, he bit your earlobe and laughed lowly. "Just follow your instincts. You can't refuse me..."

Yes, you couldn't refuse him.

Even before being marked, you couldn't resist the invasion of his pheromones, let alone now, after your body had been marked by him.

"Ah..." A clear bite mark was left on your chest, another imprint Izana left on you. He seemed obsessed with doing this, the first time, he left bite marks all over your inner thighs.

You hated the helplessness of being an Omega. You couldn't refuse his body, couldn't resist his invasion, could only lie with your legs spread wide. You were utterly dominated and used before him, drowning in sinful pleasure. Your pussy trembled with excitement and joy with every thrust, growing wetter and softer because of him.

Damn it, why did you have to be an Omega.

"Because I am an Alpha," Izana pressed down on you, his forehead touching yours, forcing you to see the desire in his eyes. "So you were always destined to be my Omega."

Hearing the filthy word spill from his lips, your body trembled violently, your insides clenching around him. The man's gaze grew dark and intoxicated. He spread your legs wider and thrust his cock in forcefully. The thick head rubbed against your sensitive inner walls, hitting the even softer, warmer depths of your womb. The extreme mix of pleasure and pain nearly drove you insane.

"Get out... get out of me..."

You didn't want him inside you there, in that place where a child could be made.

The man laughed lowly, held your thighs, slowly pulled himself almost all the way out, and then slammed back in, even harder and deeper.

"Ngh..." Your mind began to fray. Uncontrollable moans carried a sobbing tone from being touched so deeply, which only drove him wilder.

He held your body tighter, pressed together with no space between you, not even below. When Izana wanted to completely invade someone, he could do it, whether it was their body or their mind.

He was fully inside you, his cock stretching you deep, filling your womb as he moved with a powerful, relentless rhythm. It felt like your entire consciousness was being violated. You could only sob helplessly beneath him, your hands weakly clutching his wrinkled shirt, tears streaming down your face as you looked up at him.

The man's breathing was heavy and ragged. He bent down, burying his face in your neck to bite your shoulder. The way he moved and sounded, like an animal marking its possession, made you tremble uncontrollably. Your body kept shaking even after he came inside you. Your pale feet feebly rubbed against his waist as your body tangled with his, clinging to him on pure instinct.

Smoothing out the crumpled shirt of the person in his arms, Izana took one last look at the girl's sleeping face before opening the door to leave.

The banquet was winding down, guests making idle conversation. He spotted a familiar figure and walked over.

"She wasn't feeling well, so I took her home," he said, glancing back at the girl draped over his shoulder, covered by his jacket. He then said goodbye to a concerned Mikey.

Night falls dark around you. Tangled in bed, your rest is uneasy—mind never quite loosening its grip, consciousness adrift in that liminal space between sleep and waking. You can’t tell if you’ve slipped under… or if you’ve been awake all along.

You turn over, shifting position just as sleep begins to pull you under again—when a faint knock sounds at the door.

Who could it be at this hour?

Friends would’ve texted first. Was it a late-night delivery? Or the building inspector—gas check, meter reading, some other excuse to knock on a door they shouldn’t?

In pajamas and bare feet, you shuffle toward the door—each step slower than the last, slippers whispering don't answer against the floorboards.

Your friend once warned you: before opening the door, you must clearly see who the person outside is and what they're doing. Living alone requires extra caution.

You lean lightly against the door, carefully observing outside through the peephole.

But the sky had already grown dim. The hallway’s sound-activated lights were not lit at this time. Peering out, all was darkness—only an indistinct human shadow visible.

How strange, normally everyone intentionally steps hard on the stairs to make the lights turn on. Why must this person walk up amid total darkness?

"......Who?"

A sense of foreboding rose from the depths of your heart. All those horrifying crimes you'd seen reported in the news began flashing through your mind... Could it be that a deranged killer had targeted you, waiting under cover of night to murder you?

No, you absolutely cannot die, especially not now.

Your hand pressed against your chest—just as you were about to call the police and ask a friend to come stay with you—a faint response came from outside.

"It's me."

Your heart skipped a beat, then that fear clogging your chest suddenly dissolved. You went limp with relief.

Don't deliberately scare you.

But instead, what surged up in an instant was anger and confusion.

Why is he still coming to look for you? Didn’t you clearly tell him you never wanted to see him again?

"Open the door."

From behind the door came a low, commanding voice—not urgent, but flat, as if casually ordering a subordinate.

"......Didn’t I say I didn’t want to see you again?"

Clenching through the ache in your chest and ignoring your body’s protest, you speak to the man outside the door, "Please... don’t come looking for me again."

"Break up... Hah," A light laugh pierced through the door, low and laced with mockery, "Did I ever say yes?"

That damn bastard! Treating you like his personal toy— only comes when he feels like it, only leaves when he's satisfied. You finally fucking decided to escape—to drag yourself out of that filthy swamp.

If you keep being entangled with him like this, you'll probably miss out on happiness for the rest of your life.

After you decided to break up with him, you discovered something unexpected.

"Open the door." Izana outside seemed to lift his foot, lightly kicking the door panel. "Will you open it yourself, or should I kick it down? The result will be the same either way."

Bastard.

If he kicks the door down in the middle of the night, the neighbours will definitely notice—getting a complaint would be trouble. And… not to mention the cost of repairing the damn thing.

Scowling, you grit your teeth and yank the door open, cursing him in your head.

Dressed head to toe in black, Izana came into view, one hand casually tucked in his pants pocket. His dark eyes raked over you, taking in your sleepwear, before he stepped inside without invitation, shutting the door behind him like he owned the place.

"What do you want?" You followed his steps, a sudden wave of nausea rising in your stomach. Gritting your teeth, you clutched the collar of your sleepwear, forcing the sick feeling down.

Izana’s eyes swept over the room before landing on you.

"Who said you could block my number?"

"I hate you. I never want to see you again—that’s why I blocked you." The way this guy treated you? Just some convenient woman to sleep with, no strings attached. "What, is an ex-Toman executive really gonna beg and stalk me now?"

Blame yourself for falling under his spell, escaping was never that easy.

Blame this face for being too damn good-looking. You’ve always had a thing for charming, dangerously handsome men.

"Don’t wanna see me?" Izana narrowed his eyes, closing the distance between you in two strides. His hand slid from his pants pocket, suddenly fisting the collar of your sleepshirt, "Then who do you wanna see… that friend of yours, the one with the plaid shirts?"

Staring into those eyes—still dazzling even in the dim glow of the living room and that careless ease in his gaze, you suddenly felt a rush of hatred for him… and, of course, even more for yourself.

It hits you—You’re such an idiot. The moment he beckons, you come running like some eager little puppy, wagging your tail, letting him play with you however he wants.

He ghosts you the second he's satisfied. No contact for days, like you never mattered. Just when you’d made up your mind to forget him and give that friend who’s into you a real chance… he shows up again out of nowhere.

He didn’t show even a hint of guilt, just acted like nothing had happened when he came back. And yet, you ran to him like he was the best gift you’d ever gotten, all reason completely gone.

Why were you so obsessed with a man like him? Weren’t there plenty of decent guys around—kind, dependable, the type who’d clearly make loving husbands?

If you just get along and let feelings grow, you and that friend of yours could absolutely have a simple but happy life, spending the rest of your days bickering and laughing together.

Why did you ever tangle yourself up with a man like him?

"L-Let go...!" His grip wasn’t that strong, but it still made your skin crawl especially when memories came flooding back. All those days you’d spent trapped in the mess he’d created, struggling uselessly against his control. Now, with your body already worn down and emotions running high, even this much contact felt unbearable.

A sudden wave of nausea surged in your chest—unstoppable, overwhelming. You frantically grabbed his arm, wrenching yourself free before stumbling toward the bathroom, barely keeping it together.

"Ugh…" You knelt on the cold tiles, fingers gripping the edge of the sink as you vomited violently, tears streaking down your face. Only after emptying your stomach until there was nothing left, did you finally feel slightly better.

A soft sound came from behind. Izana stood in the doorway, watching as you knelt on the ground, utterly broken.

"You sick? I’ll take you to the hospital." He moved closer, his hand hovering near your back.

Your whole body felt weak and limp, as if completely drained. You gasped helplessly, unable to stand, your head still swimming faintly.

You turned on the faucet, washing your hands and face. The dizziness in your temples faded a little, but your body still felt weak.

His hand settled on your shoulder, accompanied by a quiet question.

"…That reaction—are you pregnant?"

Your heart skipped a beat, startled by how sharp he was. You turned away, glaring at him furiously, the words spilling out before you could think, "Yeah, thanks to you hitting the bullseye on the first try, how impressive. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of it and live happily. It’s not your concern anymore."

Before you knew it, tears had started falling. You lifted a hand to wipe them away.

Lately, your emotions have been all over the place, you keep feeling like crying over nothing, like you’ve gotten so much more fragile… is this because of the pregnancy?

You brushed your hand through the damp ends of your hair, finally finding the strength to push yourself up from the floor.

It's all this bastard's fault that he never wears a condom, and he absolutely hates kids. Says raising them is a pain.

"You should go, I’ll handle everything myself." your voice had steadied, your body slowly calming. Hopefully tonight won’t be so rough.

"You’ll get rid of my child, then go live with that man who’s obsessed with you?" You looked up at him in shock, he’d seen right through you.

However, you never actually planned to get rid of the baby. When you first found out you were pregnant, the thought had crossed your mind—raising a child takes money, time, and energy, and Izana hated kids so much there was no way he’d help you raise one.

But... even though you know it’ll be hard, you still want to keep it, a child with your and Izana’s blood. Is this just maternal instinct taking over?

Originally, if not for finding out about the pregnancy these past few days, you were planning to give that friend who likes you a chance.

Because waiting for Izana, never knowing when he’d finally remember you, was too painful.

This man looks like the type of playboy who’d toy with women as carelessly as he’d toy with you. With him, an ordinary, mundane life is impossible.

You don’t want to end up pathetic and miserable.

"Not a chance." Your swirling thoughts were cut off by the sudden voice, Izana had closed the distance without you noticing. His arm slid around your waist, and before you could even gasp, he lifted you off the ground with one hand.

The man kicked open the bedroom door and set you down on the bed.

"You—what do you want?" You grabbed the nearest blanket, pulling it over yourself as you shrank back, as if that could somehow shield you.

Izana didn’t speak, his gaze drawn to an object on the nearby shelf. You immediately looked over, then quickly scrambled forward, trying to snatch the thing he’d picked up from the shelf.

"Give it back."

Izana moved his hand away, just out of your reach. He glanced at it for a moment, then tossed the thing back into the drawer before sitting on the edge of the bed, directly facing you.

"You bought baby shoes..." The man lifted the blanket covering you, his hand pressing against your lower stomach. "Do you want my child that badly?"

You passed by a baby store and your eyes were instantly drawn inside, everything was just too cute. Before you knew it, you’d already bought a pair of tiny shoes. Just imagining a little baby wearing them… god, too cute..

His hand was hot, burning through the thin fabric of your sleepwear, your breath catching in your throat.

"You want to have my child?" His hand brushed through your hair before tilting your lowered face up. "You really do love me that much…"

He saw right through every thought, his gaze was sharp, impossible to resist. As you stared into those eyes, your body trembled faintly. His hand pressed against your lower stomach, light, yet you couldn’t move at all.

"You’re not allowed to have my child… unless I say so." His fingers tangled in your hair, trailing down your cheek, his voice unnervingly cold.

"I…"

These past few days, the sudden changes in your body and the intense morning sickness from early pregnancy have left you feeling constantly low. Now he stood before you, his demeanor so domineering and harsh that the emotions you’d been suppressing finally boiled over. Tears spilled out uncontrollably, no matter how hard you tried to wipe them away.

How can this man be so terrible…

The emotions were too overwhelming, no words of protest or angry accusations came out. Your chest felt tight, clogged, leaving only tears streaming down endlessly, like an endless rainy season sky refusing to clear.

Izana watched as you cried, his face drawing closer until his forehead pressed against yours. His gaze, heavy with meaning, seemed to pierce straight through you.

"If you’re so set on having a baby…" The man seemed to ponder for a moment, his hand slipping around your waist. His words, spoken casually from those thin lips, carried an unsettling ease. "I’ll just be the father, then."

Huh? Hearing completely unexpected words, you looked up at him in shock, forgetting to even wipe your tears.

What did he say?

"…What did you just say?" You must have misheard. Wasn’t he the one who hated kids the most? By his own words, they were "a pain in the ass."

"Let’s get married."

You stared at the man in front of you, dazed, as if his words had suddenly become impossible to understand.

"I won’t let my child become an abandoned bastard, and I won’t let them go through the same things I did."

Why assume 'he'? It could be a girl too. Wait, why did they suddenly jump to marriage? That escalated way too fast, you can’t keep up.

"Well? Your answer?" Izana stared at you, his gaze heavy-lidded as he took in your frozen, shell-shocked expression.

"Huh, what?" From the start, you couldn’t follow his train of thought at all—how did things suddenly turn out like this?

"I’m proposing to you…" Izana looked at you like you were an idiot, his gaze suddenly turning sharp. "You don’t want to marry me?"

You shook your head hard, like an eager little rattle drum. "…No."

"That’s good then." The man’s eyes softened, returning to their usual careless ease but something about it felt different this time. You couldn’t quite place it.

"Still feel like throwing up?" Izana held you close, his hand sliding down from your waist, burning hot against your skin.

"…Much better now." Most of what you ate came back up, but at least your body’s settled down.

“What do you wanna eat?” He kept moving as he spoke, shoving the blanket aside and pressing his body down against yours.

You shook your head, no appetite at all right now. Just the thought of food made your head ache.

A warm kiss landed on the corner of your lips, then your cheek, Izana’s touch grew more insistent, heavy with want.

Your body instinctively flinched away from his touch, you hadn’t forgotten your current condition. "No, Izana... you’ll hurt the baby."

"So you better work harder..."

"No…" A hand pushed against his chest, trying to put distance between them and the overwhelming force of his presence.

"I’m really pissed off," he muttered, his grip tightening around your wrist as you tried to pull away. His voice dropped low, simmering with barely contained anger. "You just decided to break up on your own, ignored my calls, blocked me… and now you’re running off to another man with my child?"

"If it weren’t for the fact you’re pregnant, I’d make sure you couldn’t get out of bed until tomorrow."

Your body shivered instinctively at his words. Izana’s eyes were dark, unreadable… so terrifying.

That look in his eyes made you think... he might actually kill you.

The man grabbed your hand, guiding it downward, his voice brushing against your ear in a way that made your knees weak, "Make it up to me. If I’m happy, I’ll let you go."

……How are you supposed to fix this?

His hand guided yours, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. Through the thin fabric of his underwear, your fingers brushed against his hardened length, making you flinch but before you could pull away, his hand closed over yours, guiding your grip around his swollen cock.

The man let out a soft, ragged breath near your ear, his warmth spilling over your cheeks and the curve of your neck enough to make your face burn. Beneath the tangled clothes, Izana was already fully hard, the rigid length pressing insistently against your soft palm, eager and ready.

Guided by memories of touching him before, you carefully stroked the thick length in your hand. Your palm wrapped around the base, stroking slowly, while your thumb swiped over the tip, rubbing deliberately over the slit.

Izana let out a muffled gasp against your palm, pulling you closer as he pushed himself deeper into your grip. His rough voice brushed against your ear, low and demanding, "…Harder. It’s still not enough."

Hearing this, you caressed him even more fervently, though for some reason, you still felt a hint of shyness. Even though you’d already done everything there was to do, having him hold you like this, guiding your hand while he panted in your ear, it still made your face burn with embarrassment.

Ah, the baby in your belly must be watching now.

...No, it's only been a month. It's not fully formed, can't see anything yet.

His cock was terrifyingly thick, veins coiled around its rough surface, and when it dragged against your palm, it hit the webbing between your fingers. The rough friction left your hand tingling yet he only grew harder.

Just as you were wondering how much longer he’d need before he’d finally let go, the man suddenly released his grip. His hand slid down from your stomach, slipping under the soft fabric of your sleepwear, pressing against the slick heat between your legs.

His deft fingers parted the folds between your thighs, calloused fingertips finding the hidden bud nestled within. With a light touch, he teased it, slow and deliberate.

"Mmm…" Your body tensed up instantly, fingers clutching his shirt. Izana licked into the curve of your ear, then sucked your earlobe between his lips like it was candy.

His fingers pushed in without hesitation, the hard edges of his nails teasing your folds before his long digits slid deeper, curling inside your pussy.

He knew every sensitive spot on your body, could easily make you cry out beneath him. His fingers went straight for the most dangerous places, following the rhythm burned into his memory, teasing your entrance with slow, deliberate strokes.

Slick arousal spilled from your pussy, coating his fingers as they worked deeper. Your thighs clamped together instinctively, not to push him away, but to trap his hand between them, leaving no escape.

"Relax." Izana sealed his lips over yours, his fingers growing bolder, teasing you until that tight little hole turned slick and dripping. The lewd, wet sounds of his thrusting fingers filled the air as if your body was shamelessly begging for more of his touch.

Izana’s thumb rubbed firm circles over your clit, his fingers thrusting deep into your pussy at a steady pace. When his fingertips brushed that sensitive spot again, you came with a cry, trembling in his arms.

"Ah… hah…" Your cheek pressed against his chest, skin glistening with sweat as you sank limply into the sheets, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

His fingers pushed up the hem of your sleepwear, exposing your still-flat stomach and the slick, wet mess between your thighs from his teasing.

His body pressed down over you, your legs parting as he hooked your calves around his waist just like before. Izana slid a soft pillow under your waist, his cock still hard from your touch, pressing against the skin of your inner thigh.

"No…" You shook your head frantically. What if he got too rough and hurt the baby in your belly?

"Smack, smack!"—the sharp sound of his hand striking your wet folds. A hot sting flares up, your face burning with anger and humiliation, "The hell are you doing…"

"Punishing you." Izana muttered, his cock pressing against your trembling pussy. He gave a few lazy thrusts against your slick folds before driving deep into you, using the wetness from your climax to sheathe himself in one harsh motion.

He wasn’t gentle at all. His thick, terrifying cock pressed against your soft, wet walls, driving deep, pounding into you relentlessly, carving your body apart with every brutal thrust.

Your body had been trained to obey him completely, the moment he pushed in, your walls clenched around him, hungry and eager. Izana fucked into you hard, and you whimpered, afraid his roughness would hurt the baby.

"Not so rough… be gentler… ah…"

The man gripped your waist, forcing you down roughly as your pussy stretched around him, swallowing him whole. You ached terribly below, your body stretched taut as Izana gripped your thigh, driving into you with harsh, unrelenting thrusts. Each one forced your hips deeper into the mattress, leaving you pliant beneath him, nothing but a trembling, overstimulated mess taking his brutality.

He seemed genuinely angry, and below was harder than usual. His thick, hard cock dragged ruthlessly against your walls, forcing your hips to arch up as you tried to squirm away from the brutal thrusts beneath you.

You begged him, but he didn’t respond. Trapped under his grip, you could only tremble beneath him, your body shaking uncontrollably, pleasure making you feel weightless like you were floating.

"What are you running from? It’s not all the way in yet…" He grabbed your hand, forcing it down between your bodies where his cock was still pressed inside your pussy, your walls clenching around him.

His cock was searing hot even as he pushed into you, part of it still remained outside, stretching your walls around him. Your hand was grabbed and pressed against him, then almost instinctively, you started rubbing him.

The man’s lips curled into a smirk as he looked down at you, trapped in his grasp. His cock dragged roughly over that sensitive spot inside you, the one that made your walls clench before slamming deep, almost hitting your cervix.

"……" Your vision swayed for a moment, eyes glazed, staring blankly at the ceiling before the unsteady gaze drifted back to his face. He hadn’t fully sheathed himself, but his cock already filled your tight walls, hovering just shy of your sensitive cervix.

Your legs hung weakly over his arm, your lower back pressed into the soft pillow. He was careful not to put pressure on your stomach.

He thrust into you again, his eyes dark with hunger, gaze raking over you like he wanted to devour you whole. But with the last shreds of restraint still holding him back, the frustration twisted into something sharper, a near-violent edge burning in his stare.

……If you weren’t pregnant right now, imagine how much he’d wear you out.

You don’t want to think about it. Even as he treats you roughly below, you don’t dare pull away.

If you dare run, Izana will make sure you regret it.

His breathing was rough as he gripped your calf, thrusting into you with urgency. Unlike the deep, heavy thrusts from before, this time it was fast and sharp, driving into you with rough precision.

Tears fell thick and heavy, streaking down flushed cheeks, while below, your pussy clenched tighter around his cock, wet walls clinging with each thrust.

"...Why are you crying? I’m not even fucking you that hard." Izana’s voice was rough, wrecked, the sound of it making your body even more sensitive. The slow, syrupy pleasure seeped into your veins, turning your limbs weak, your pussy clenching around his cock as if trying to pull him deeper.

"You're too rough…" Even when you begged him to go softer, he didn’t listen—just kept thrusting in, relentless. Your body was drowning in the kind of pleasure that felt almost overwhelming, each harsh snap of his hips driving his cock deeper, hitting your walls with a force that bordered on too much.

Then what do you call this? Isn’t this bullying?

Is the only way to be considered ‘bullied’ if he ties you up and forces you to kneel as punishment?

"Hah…" Izana let out a low laugh, thrusting deep into your walls, his cock moving relentlessly. "You haven’t even seen me when I’m really pissed."

He gripped your chin, forcing you down as his cock pressed insistently against you, his tongue swiping away the tear tracks on your face. The man thrust deep a few final times, his breath ragged, before he came inside you.

His lips sealed over yours, Izana gripped your chin, his tongue sliding in past your parted lips with wet, insistent pressure.

When everything finally quieted down, you were exhausted, your body slumping against his chest. The man pulled you close, wiping the wetness between your legs before tucking you under the covers. He held you against his chest and settled in to sleep beside you.

Your emotions were all over the place, and after another round of his punishment, you were too exhausted to keep your eyes open. Soon, you drifted off in his arms.

When you woke the next morning, sunlight flooded the room. Izana was still there, watching as you rubbed your eyes and sat up in bed. He poured milk into a glass.

"Get up, come eat."

The man stood with his chest exposed, wearing your floral apron. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting light over the defined muscles peeking out from beneath the fabric. The sight left you with a strange, almost surreal feeling.

Breakfast passed in a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere. As Izana tapped away at his phone, he glanced up at you.

"Did you sleep with that man while I was gone?"

Which man? You thought for a moment before remembering who he meant, then slowly shook your head.

Izana, sitting across from you, put away his phone, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

EXTRA SCENES

Good. That way, he won’t have to kill anyone.

On the desk of Tokyo Manji Gang executive Kurokawa Izana, books like "Essential Nutrients for Pregnant Women" and "Managing Emotional Instability During Pregnancy" began appearing. The man studied them with a focus sharper than when reviewing the gang’s financial reports.

One day, after the usual Tokyo Manji Gang executive meeting, a suited and relaxed Ran Haitani suggested they all go play pool. His newly opened establishment had a classy vibe, and they could even place some bets while they were at it.

"Next time. I need to go take care of my woman." Kurokawa Izana picked up his jacket and started walking out.

"Hah, you’ve really turned into a family man now… Bet your shooting skills have gone rusty." With his pale lavender hair swaying, Ran taunted, dragging out his words in clear disapproval.

"Wanna give it a try?" He looked at the young man with a straight-cut fringe, his usual sharp aura noticeably softened. A faint smirk curled at his lips. "Stay right there. Kakucho, put the apple on his head."

"Never mind..." Ran awkwardly withdrew his taunt.

That night, you soaked in the spacious bathtub, leaning back against Izana’s chest as he washed you. Foam covered your arms, making them slippery, while a few small yellow ducks floated in the bathtub.

This scene feels... too warm. It doesn’t quite match the man behind you.

You never expected Izana to be like this.

After bathing, they put on their yukata before he pressed you down onto the couch to blow-dry your hair. Once dry, he carefully combed it smooth.

Is it really okay to be spoiled into uselessness like this?

Staring at your own obedient reflection in the mirror, you asked yourself for the hundred and eighth time.

After drying his hair, Izana sat at the table and handed you a bowl of fish soup. For some reason, he kept insisting on making fish soup for you often. Was there some special use for it?

After secretly looking it up online, your face burned red—damn it, he really did have perverted thoughts.

You once asked him why he married you, why he took such careful care of you.

The man drinking coffee at the time lifted his head, his gaze cool as it settled on you. "I’ll make sure my child grows up happy. And you, as their mother, are necessary for that."

…So it was just for the child’s sake. You could almost laugh. Does this count as using the kid to tie down an executive of Tokyo Manji? When you think about it, you’re pretty capable after all.

Sigh... it's all just for the child's sake.

He mentioned things about his childhood being abandoned by his mother, left at an orphanage. Turns out, that woman wasn’t even his real mother.

No origin to return to, no destination to reach. Only when with others like you in Tokyo Manji do you feel less alone.

Seeing the girl across from him show a sorrowful expression, Izana set down the magazine in his hand.

Maybe it's about time... to let this guy know I like her too.

If you keep feeling unsettled, running away from home might become a real possibility.

You and he have been together for a while now, and the relationship has warmed up as the days together have lengthened, and it's getting to the point where it's time to do something more intimate.

On this day, the sun is warm, the weather is fine, you are home together by the river, when your eyes retract from the distant water to each other's eyes, as if compelled by the wind of the summer evening, you and he eyes intertwined, gradually, closer and closer, until the breath disappeared between each other's lips.

It's not the first time you've been in close contact, but your heart still thumps so hard that your grip on his shoulders unconsciously tightens, and when you smell that fresh scent of his body that's been ironed out just right by the summer breeze, you suddenly feel so happy, as if all the things you've wanted to get in this life are in your fingers at the moment.

Passion steams between the touching lips, and while being wrapped around his waist, your heart swirls and your consciousness drifts for a moment, only to realise when you come back to your senses that you have accidentally bitten him out of sheer excitement.

Ran Haitani

"So enthusiastic.." Ran Haitani hisses softly, fingers wiping the redness of your bitten. The corner of his swollen lip, his eyes lifted and swept towards you.

"Ran, I'm not ..." Seeing the corner of his swollen lips, you were embarrassed at heart. The atmosphere was just right, charming and dreamy, but it was ruined by your clumsiness.

Trying to apologise the words were blocked by his fingertips, Ran shook his head gently and took you by the back to bring you into his arms, his upturned seductive eyes tailed with a compelling smile, "Don't worry, I know how much you like me now."

With his soft words, his lips landed on yours once more, taking yours in.

Izana Kurokawa

"Ah …" Izana releases your waist, and he frowns lightly as he wipes his fingers across the corner of his lips, feeling a smear of blood. At the sight of the bright red at his fingertips, he lifts his eyes and glances over to you, the bottom of his eyes obscure and indistinguishable from anger.

"Do you want .. to bite me to death?" The tip of the man's tongue explored a little, slowly licked off the corner of the lips where you bite out of the blood, the tone of the diffuse and indistinct asked.

"No no, I didn't mean to, it was just … accidental ..." Fingers twisted together, you want to touch his lips to see if the bite is serious, but the man's obscure eyes scared you a little again.

Sometimes Izana is so scary when he gets angry, even though he won't do anything to you, just feeling the vibe around him makes your heart clench and you can't breathe.

"Come here, fool," he wipes the blood from the corners of his lips and calls you over, "I'll teach you, how to kiss."

Then, you were obediently pinched by his chin and carefully taught how to kiss for a long time, and the corners of your lips were numb.

Sanzu Haruchiyo

A muffled grunt came from Haruchiyo between the touching lips and teeth, the man is very capable of enduring pain, it seems that you accidentally bit too hard.

He didn't let go of you, his eyes under his thick lashes glaring at you intently. He finally spoke up as you were tingling and overwhelmed by his look.

"No hiding, I’m going to bite back.." With his hands clasped around your waist, the man clamps down on you, his teeth grinding against your soft lips, he manages to bite you so hard that you cry out in pain.

"Hhg.. it hurts .." Pushing against his chest, you tried to push him away, and what kind of person counts this as revenge back.

He finally lets go of you and looks into your watery eyes, somewhat chagrined, "..Does it hurt that much?"

"It hurts like hell, Haru's a big dummy."

Mikey/Manjiro Sano

"That hurts.." Mikey covers his lip and looks at you pitifully. The teenager's adorable brow is furrowed, as if he's been bitten really badly by you.

"..Does it really hurt?" You anxiously crouch down to see him, your heart filled with guilt, "I didn't mean to, let me see .."

The hand that was trying to peel away from his grip was held and Mikey looked at you, his big eyes staring at your lips, his eyes bright, "Well, it hurts, you need to kiss it to stop the pain .."

Eh, can kissing stop the pain?

Doubt fills your mind, but it's quickly interrupted by Mikey's voice, "..It hurts, I wonder if I'll be able to eat tonight?"

"Fine, I'll kiss." You held back your shyness and kissed the corner of his lips, as he requested. The place you just bit is indeed red and swollen, so it probably really hurts.

"Here too." Mikey pointed to his chin, then to his neck.

"..But there’s no bites there?" You frowned lightly, you'd just given him as many kisses on the cheeks, forehead, and lips as he'd requested, why are you still not satisfied.

"I want it."

author’s note: it’s merely a one time thing, dont expect much from me and i won’t be approaching as much around these sensitive topics again. have a lovely day, guys.

wc: 1.5k

"My life is over." You sit on your knees on the floor and muttered in a low voice.

You can only look up blankly at the moon outside the window, a huge disc with no cover occupies two-thirds of the night. A huge celestial body condescendingly oppresses the human optic nerve, the earth and the moon are so close that you can see the cratered surface, like a diseased tumour, the moonlight on the floor is dripping pus.

Izana responded indifferently, holding the dice in his hand as he pondered his next move.

"My life is over!" you shouted unhatisantly, reaching out a finger, pointed at Izana, through the gaping wound in his forehead. The yellow fat and white brain lobe inside were stirred into a mess by your fingers. The residual cerebrospinal fluid on the cerebral cortex leaves a slippery touch on your fingers, the walnuts look like white brains sliding out of the wound in his head with the movement. Squeezing out a jelly-like pile of brain matter, wobbly and on the verge of slipping out of his skull.

He stuffed his brain back in as if it were nothing, moving the pieces according to the number of points the dice landed on.

"Hey, Izana, my life is over."

Emotionally stable Izana picks up the dice, he puts the dice in your palm. Pointing to the flying chess on the ground, he asked you if you would like to join the flying chess game.

You sweep these things aside. No longer able to control your emotions, you shouted frenzy.

"My life is over! It was all your fault——"

Izana quietly looked at the messy flying chess scattered on the floor and asked calmly, "So what?"

You lunged over and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, rolling tears falling onto his chest and wetting the lapels.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to end my life so early.."

"Your life has been over for a long time." He sneered at your words with contempt.

"What should I do?" you ask uneasily, desperate to get an answer out of him.

He holds out his hand, covered in dried blood stains that have congealed into a thin layer of film, and he held your hand with those hands.

Flashing a grin, he points to the large hole in your stomach.

"We're done for! It's over! It's all over!"

You follow Izana’s voice and look to where his finger is pointing.

The huge incision was wide open, tightly strangled by clear plastic wrap, and the large and small intestines inside were still writhing.

Still not stimulated enough, Izana simply ripped away the membrane.

You stare blankly at the large and small intestines leaking out of your stomach, twisted together, even tied in a mischievous bow, which you roughly shove into your abdominal cavity after they've been covered in dust.

It's probably dead, so you don't feel anything.

You give a smile that's harder than a cry.

Red, a big red. Snowflakes falling from the sky drifted down, mixing with the blood on the ground.

You fall to your knees, a broken choking sob squeezes out of your thin windpipe, an agonised wail of grief crawls out of your cracked chest, and a shrill whine comes from your slender soul through your slit throat.

The cold wind blows across your tear-stained face, and the damp, salty sea air leaves behind several dry, cracked and burning pains.

You put your ear to Izana's chest, where a stream has stopped flowing.

Death passes quietly through your arms, taking with it all the happiness and all the pain of the world.

You don't agree with the saying, "Anything that doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

In fact, that's not the case at all. Those who "can't kill you" usually make you weaker and make you weak for the rest of your life, and you dare not go out of the house or even the bedroom. They make you tremble and incisive, leaning your head against the window, praying to return to the days before they appeared.

Any difficulty will defeat you, and you will be kneaded into a fermented dough, which will be crushed again and again, and then brought to the table.

Unwilling to bare your wounds to anyone, you curled up and stepped yourself into but Izana, the brute tyrant, who slammed straight into your heart and blew through your defences like a terrorist, who broke open your wounds and wouldn't let you cover them.

You're screaming in pain, and you don't care about grief or shame.

He said that the wound would only heal when it was exposed to pus.

You are half pissed off by his crooked reasoning and point your finger at his nose. "Izana you mean, nagging son of a bitch. Always so disobedient!"

He tilts his head, and it looks like the venom you spewed is nothing to him.

Izana flashed a cruel smile.

He is a horrible beast that feeds on your pain.

He falses your hand, which is shaking with somatisation, and runs his tongue over the scars that are coiled around the inside of your wrist.

The tender pink flesh that hadn't yet grown was nipped and sucked by the teeth, more of a hidden tingle than pain, bringing some kind of pleasure as the unhealed wound was torn again.

You're always like that, mumbling in a sickly way, as if some great misfortune had befallen you.

In fact, that's just one of the things that everyone suffers when they come into the world. But you are too fragile. For others, the brain is the size of a grain of dust. If it floats on you, it becomes a mountain, which makes you breathless and can only shed tears.

Life splits you open and inside are fermented tears that smell as sour as vomit.

You look at the swirl of hair on top of Kurokawa's head, on the side of his brain. A small one, and your eyes are drawn to all of it.

Even just looking at him quietly makes your heart ache.

You lean your head against his shoulder, the cold wet body heat imprinted on your face. Izana’s hands are wrapped around your waist like twining vines.

"You dead man, why do you always appear in my dreams, the dead should keep their distance from the living." You point a finger at Izana.

He grunted a few times and ignored it.

"Day and night it's the same thing, you've ruined my life." you whine incessantly, and people always think you're mentally ill, but it's really Izana who's doing it.

He's either pretending to scare away guys who have a crush on you, or he's just going to make fun of guys passing by because he's bored.

"Oh. If it makes you feel better to say that, then go ahead and think so." He gave an inexplicable smile, like an able-bodied man giving a tolerant smile with a hint of pity to a passing lunatic.

It poked a sensitive nerve and you mouthed off.

"Do you think that even if you die, this will be over?"

"No! I won't let you be happy! Everything you've done to me, I'll double it! Even if the price is pain, definitely won't let you go!"

Izana was silent for a moment as he watched the person in front of him cry out in agony, the long dead body felt like it was warming back up, a grinding sweetness surging through his heart aching for happiness, Izana chewed on that happiness over and over again.

He pats you gently on the back.

What's the point of fighting a dead person? He thought.

But you're a stubborn person, whether it's pain or happiness, it's all only an intentional fork if it has to do with Izana.

"Kurokawa, my life went off the rails when I came in contact with you, it's all over!" You gesticulate with your fingers, with a touch of nervousness.

"I didn't force you." he said.

"No coercion? Heh, is it any wonder that Izana, you bastard, is going to die without my consent, don't you think that's too much?" You accuse him.

Your life was too unfortunate to allow Izana to die alone, to accept death with a sense of relief. His death caused you pain, so you must also allow Izana to die without peace.

You ride over him, towering over Izana, your hand trembling as you curb his breathing.

"But you're not to blame for any of this." You smile weakly.

"Did you think I'd say that?" The expression on your face turns fierce.

"It's all you, ruining my life!" You hiss.

"……"

"If only I had never known you."

You fall into tears, raging hatred flowing from your eyes and wetting Izana’s cheeks.

Izana covered his hand with yours. This subtle affection is twisted into a sweet love. He licks your pain and savours your tears.

"It's been wonderful to get to know you." He laughs softly, gently.