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you should’ve known shidou wasn’t bluffing. for three days, he’d been unbearably smug, humming to himself while texting nonstop, flashing that devil’s grin every time you asked what he was up to.

now, standing in the doorway of an upscale hotel suite with floor-to-ceiling windows and way too many unfamiliar shoes scattered by the door, you had your answer. “you’re kidding me,” you whispered.

“nope.” shidou’s hand settled on your lower back, guiding you in with the casual confidence of someone who just ordered takeout for a party of twenty-and-more. “told you i’d make it happen, princess.”

five heads turned toward you. isagi, reo, nagi, hiori and nanase lounged around the suite like they were waiting for a team meeting instead of… this. some looked amused, some nervous, but all of them glanced at you with the same spark of curiosity.

“yoichi, don’t look like that,” shidou called, grinning as isagi immediately flushed. “i told you she’s into it.”

isagi rubbed the back of his neck. “i just… didn’t think you were serious.”

“you’ll get used to it,” reo said smoothly, rising from his seat with an easy smile. “ryusei’s insane, but he delivers.” his gaze slid over you, appreciative but not crude. “you really okay with this?”

every eye was on you now. even nagi, who barely seemed awake, lifted his head to watch your answer. you swallowed, heat rising to your cheeks. “i… yeah. i wouldn’t be here if i wasn’t.”

“good girl,” shidou murmured in your ear, biting your earlobe before pulling away to address the room. “you heard her. no nerves, boys. she’s all yours as long as i get a front-row seat.”

nanase cleared his throat softly. “this feels… intense.”

“that’s the point,” hiori said with a shy laugh, though his eyes stayed fixed on you like he couldn’t help himself.

the air shifted. reo stepped closer first, tilting his head. “we’ll take it slow,” he promised, voice soft enough for you alone. “just tell us if it’s too much.”

you nodded and then shidou shoved you lightly toward them, grinning like a proud handler showing off his prize. “go on. she’s perfect. you’ll see.”

reo’s hands were warm as he caught you by the waist, steadying you. “relax,” he murmured, eyes searching yours. “let us take care of you.”

isagi joined him hesitantly, hovering until shidou made an impatient noise. “she doesn’t bite,” shidou teased, “but i do if you keep wasting time.”

that broke the tension. isagi’s hand brushed your cheek, his expression softening into something almost reverent. “you’re really okay with this?” he asked again.

you smiled despite yourself. “i’m okay.”

that was all he needed. his mouth met yours in a tentative kiss, careful and unhurried, as if he had all night and you supposed he did. reo’s lips found your shoulder at the same moment, warm breath trailing over your skin, while hiori and nanase hovered close, taking cues from your every reaction.

nagi finally pushed himself up from the couch, lazy gaze sweeping over you. “this seems like work,” he muttered, but then his hand slid over your hip and lingered, contradicting his words. “pretty, though.”

the laugh you tried to stifle turned to a gasp as isagi deepened the kiss, cradling your jaw while reo’s fingers teased the hem of your top. shidou leaned against the wall, arms crossed, grinning like the devil himself.

“that’s it,” he called. “warm her up for me. don’t be shy.”

clothes began to vanish. yours first, guided by gentle hands and reverent touches. isagi kissed down your throat while reo eased your top off, his fingertips brushing the sides of your breasts enough to make you shiver. hiori’s lips brushed your arm in soft, exploratory kisses, while nanase lingered lower, tracing circles at your waistline like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to go further. even nagi, unhurried as ever, let out a low hum when you arched toward his touch.

they treated you like porcelain, almost too careful, until you tugged reo’s wrist and whispered, “you can be rougher.”

the look on his face told you he’d been waiting for that. “say no if it’s too much,” he breathed, before sliding your skirt down in one motion.

you barely had time to nod before reo’s mouth replaced his hands on your inner thigh, lips grazing higher with each kiss. isagi captured your lips again, deeper this time, while nagi’s lazy fingers toyed with your nipple, rolling and pinching enough to make you moan into isagi’s mouth.

“fuck,” shidou muttered appreciatively from his spot. “you boys are naturals.”

hiori finally grew bold enough to kneel by the couch, kissing down your calf and up to your knee, while nanase leaned in to press his lips to the other, his shy touch trembling against your skin. they worked in sync without even meaning to. warm lips and wandering hands, every inch of you worshipped at once. then reo’s tongue found the damp heat between your legs. your hips jerked and isagi swallowed your moan with his own groan, as if the sound alone turned him on.

“god, you taste good,” reo murmured against you before diving back in, his tongue circling your clit in firm, deliberate strokes that made your thighs shake.

nagi leaned down lazily, catching your other nipple in his mouth while his fingers pinched the first, earning another desperate sound from you. hiori moved higher, kissing along your thigh until he was brushing against reo’s shoulder, eyes wide with awe. “can i…?” he asked softly.

“go ahead,” reo said without looking up.

hiori’s mouth joined his, tentative at first, licking slow stripes where reo wasn’t, while nanase kissed along the sensitive crease of your hip. you were drowning in heat. too many sensations, too many mouths, fingers, and soft praises whispered against your skin.

“doing so good,” isagi murmured against your lips. “you feel incredible.”

“fuck, she’s shaking already,” reo added, voice husky. “shidou, your girl’s unreal.”

shidou’s laugh was sharp. “don’t get attached. you’ve still got twenty more to share with.”

your orgasm hit fast and hard with reo and hiori sucking at you in tandem, nanase’s lips trailing fire at your hip and nagi’s teeth grazing your nipple. you cried out, clutching isagi’s shirt as your back arched, but they didn’t stop as they drew it out until you were gasping for breath, the world spinning around you. when they finally eased back, you were trembling, slick and wrecked and barely aware of your own voice whispering, “more…”

shidou straightened with a grin sharp enough to cut. “oh, you’ll get more, princess. this was just warm-up.” you barely had time to catch your breath before the sound of the suite door unlocking broke through the haze. shidou straightened from where he’d been leaning on the wall, his grin wicked. “round two’s here,” he announced.

bachira came bouncing in first, followed by chigiri’s easy stride, kunigami’s broad shoulders, kurona’s cool smile and kiyora’s sharp gaze. their chatter cut off when they saw you sprawled on the couch. you were flushed, skirt gone, skin kissed raw and the first wave surrounding you like worshippers.

“holy shit,” bachira laughed, eyes sparkling. “you weren’t kidding.”

“damn,” chigiri murmured, lips curling. “shidou really did it.”

kunigami glanced at you, concern flashing before desire took over. “is she—?”

“she’s perfect,” shidou interrupted, motioning them forward. “don’t waste time with questions. you’ll see.”

the new arrivals didn’t hesitate long. bachira practically pounced, dropping to his knees beside the couch with that feral grin. “hi pretty. mind if i taste?”

you barely had time to nod before his mouth replaced reo’s, eager and messy, tongue plunging deep as if he planned to drink you dry. hiori gasped at the sudden boldness and shuffled back, giving him room.

“fuck,” shidou muttered appreciatively. “that’s my kind of energy.”

chigiri knelt on the other side, pressing feather-light kisses along your ribs while his fingers slid over your stomach, teasing your oversensitive skin. kunigami and kurona moved behind the couch, leaning down to kiss your neck and shoulders, while kiyora crouched at your feet, eyes gleaming with quiet intent as he traced his fingertips up your calf. bachira groaned into you, unbothered by the wet mess he was making, his tongue relentless. you felt yourself twitching already, overstimulated but craving more and the laugh bubbling from shidou’s throat told you he loved every second.

“look at her squirm,” kurona murmured, kissing a path up your throat. “feels good, doesn’t it?”

“better than good,” you gasped, hips jerking as bachira sucked at your clit like he was trying to bruise it.

chigiri’s lips found your nipple, drawing a sharp moan from you as his tongue flicked teasingly, while kunigami’s large hand slid down your stomach to hold you still for bachira’s mouth. kiyora finally leaned in, replacing his fingers with his lips on your ankle, trailing slow, deliberate kisses higher and higher, like he wanted you to feel every inch of the journey.

“you’re unreal,” chigiri murmured against your skin. “can’t believe shidou’s letting us touch you.”

“letting you?” shidou scoffed. “i’m sharing. don’t forget who’s in charge.”

you barely heard him when bachira’s tongue swirled just right, and your second orgasm ripped through you, sharp and fast, leaving you crying out into kunigami’s shoulder. but bachira didn’t stop. none of them did.

“think she’s ready for more,” kiyora said, voice calm but eyes bright as he kissed up to your knee. “not just mouths.”

“dibs,” bachira said immediately, pulling back with his chin glistening.

shidou’s laugh was quiet and pleased. “settle it however you want. just keep her happy.”

kunigami lifted you easily, settling you across his lap as if you weighed nothing, his thick fingers spreading you open. “still okay?” he asked softly, searching your face even as his own cheeks flushed red.

“yes,” you whispered, breathless. “please.”

bachira wasted no time sliding into you, deep and fast, groaning like he’d been waiting his whole life. “holy shit, your pussy’s gripping me so good,” he panted, hips snapping with frantic energy. his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread for everyone to watch.

chigiri kissed you to swallow your moan, his tongue sweet and slow in contrast to bachira’s rough thrusts. kunigami’s lips found your neck while his big hand held you steady, murmuring praise against your ear.

kurona leaned close, voice rough. “you like being watched, huh? everyone staring while you take him like that.”

the filthy truth spilled out before you could stop it. “yes.”

“good girl,” kiyora murmured from the floor, his hand stroking your calf while he watched bachira pound into you, eyes sharp and calculating like he was memorizing every reaction.

you came again, clenching hard around bachira and he swore loudly, burying himself deep with one last thrust before spilling into you, forehead dropping to your shoulder with a pleased groan.

“move,” chigiri said smoothly, sliding in before you even had time to recover. his pace was slower, more deliberate, each thrust hitting deep as he kissed you like a lover, lips soft and lingering. “so beautiful,” he whispered. “you’re taking us so well.”

kunigami groaned against your neck, his free hand slipping under your thigh to lift you higher, giving chigiri a better angle. kurona and kiyora were still watching intently, the quiet heat in their gazes somehow more overwhelming than the frantic pace of the first wave. by the time chigiri was done with you, you were trembling, voice hoarse from moans you couldn’t control.

“ready for another?” kurona asked softly, brushing your hair from your damp forehead.

you nodded, dazed. he slid into you next, calm and steady, holding your gaze as he rocked into you with precision, like every stroke was measured to make you gasp. his lips brushed your temple as he whispered, “tell me if it’s too much.”

“it’s perfect,” you breathed.

kiyora was last, his movements calculated and sharp, each thrust hitting just right, his hand firm on your hip to keep you still as his mouth captured your nipple. “so responsive,” he murmured against your skin. “no wonder shidou’s obsessed.”

when he pulled out, you were wrecked and shaking, lips kiss-bruised, skin marked from hands and mouths. shidou sauntered over with a satisfied grin, crouching in front of you to cup your face.

“still breathing?” he teased.

“barely,” you rasped and he laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“good. you’re gonna need that stamina, princess. we’re not even halfway.” shidou had barely finished speaking as the door flew open.

rin didn’t wait for an invitation. he even dared pushing shidou aside and grabbed your chin, forced your gaze up to him. “open your mouth,” he ordered, voice flat but tense, like a warning. shidou only laughed under his breath, clearly entertained by rin’s complete lack of patience.

ness wasn’t as bold, hovering just behind rin, blue eyes locked on your lips. his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt before he let it drop entirely and crouched down, almost shy, beside you. “can i—” he started, but you didn’t even get the chance to answer before rin’s thumb pressed against your tongue, silencing anything you could have said.

“she doesn’t need you to ask,” rin muttered without looking at him, shoving two fingers into your mouth, knuckles pressing to your lips. “just fucking do it.”

you gagged, not because you wanted to pull away but because rin pushed too deep too fast and that’s when karasu crouched on your other side, his grin sharp. “look at her trying to be good.” his hand slid under your shirt like it belonged there, calloused palm squeezing your breast while his thumb brushed over your nipple. “pretty thing can’t even breathe.”

“stop teasing,” raichi barked from behind, voice thick with something close to jealousy. his zipper was already down and the sound of fabric shifting told you exactly what he was doing. “get her ready.”

“she’s already ready,” otoya interrupted, leaning against the wall like this was the most casual thing in the world. but when his eyes dragged down your body, his jaw tightened, and his teasing smile darkened into something sharper. “shidou wasn’t kidding about how sweet you’d be.”

yukimiya was the only one who knelt without rushing, his hands firm but deliberate as he tugged your shorts down your thighs. “hold still, angel,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk, fingers brushing the inside of your knee. “let’s make this look good.”

rin yanked your head back by your hair, spit in your mouth and smirked when you swallowed like you were starving for it. “good girl,” he muttered, almost to himself, before pressing his lips to yours with bruising force. ness’s breath hitched watching, his own hands shaking as he reached for your waist hesitant, until karasu grabbed his wrist and shoved it down between your thighs. “feel how wet and full she is,” karasu whispered against his ear, voice dripping amusement. “don’t be shy.”

you moaned around rin’s tongue when ness’s fingers brushed over you, gentle at first, then firmer when karasu guided him. yukimiya’s mouth replaced his hand on your breast, lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking until you gasped loud enough for raichi to curse from behind you.

“enough fucking around,” raichi growled. you heard his footsteps before you felt his hands on your hips, hauling you up onto your knees. “rin, move.”

“make me,” rin shot back, but he finally let you go, though not without nipping your lower lip hard enough to sting.

“someone’s impatient and possessive,” otoya drawled amused, but his gaze was fixed on you like he was already imagining how you’d look falling apart.

raichi shoved inside you in one hard thrust, making you cry out, nails clawing at the floor. yukimiya didn’t stop kissing your chest even as you jerked forward, and ness’s soft gasp turned into a strangled sound when karasu wrapped a hand around his throat from behind. “watch close,” karasu purred, lips brushing his ear. “see how messy she gets?”

rin crouched in front of you again, unzipping his own pants this time. “open up again,” he ordered. when you obeyed without hesitation, his eyes flicked darker, pleased. “yeah. that’s better.” and plunged his cock into your throat.

the room filled with obscene sounds. your muffled moans around rin, the slap of raichi’s hips, yukimiya’s low hum of approval as he bit your nipple, karasu’s laugh when ness’s face flushed scarlet. otoya finally moved from the wall, circling behind karasu to shove him forward. “don’t hog her,” he said casually, but his voice was tight with need.

karasu pulled ness closer until his chest pressed to your back, one hand still at his throat while the other groped your ass, spreading you wider for raichi’s brutal pace. “you’re gonna fall in love with her, pretty boy,” karasu teased him, even as his own breathing grew rough. “she’s got that kind of—” he cut himself off with a groan when you clenched down hard around raichi and squirted some juices on his abs.

rin’s free hand tangled in your hair, pulling tight as he fucked your mouth faster. “eyes on me,” he snapped, voice commanding and dangerous. “don’t look at them. just me.”

yukimiya finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chest rising and falling quick. “she’s perfect,” he murmured, almost reverent, before leaning down again this time lower, tongue flicking over where raichi’s cock disappeared into you, making you choke around rin.

“holy shit—” raichi’s voice cracked, hips stuttering before he forced his rhythm steady again.

“someone get ready to take over,” otoya said, rolling his neck like he had all the time in the world, but there was nothing casual about the way he was palming himself through his jeans. “she’s not walking out of here tonight.”

raichi groaned your name as his thrusts grew rougher again, sweat dripping down his temple. yukimiya stayed crouched low, licking up every drop of slick that escaped around raichi’s cock, tongue tracing the sensitive seam of your ass until your knees shook. “relax for me, angel,” he murmured against your skin, the soft lilt of his voice completely at odds with how filthy his mouth was being.

rin yanked your head back off his cock, lips shiny with spit, just long enough to sneer at raichi. “move before you cum like an idiot.”

raichi snarled but obeyed, pulling out with a wet sound and giving your ass a sharp smack. “fuck! someone better take care of her,” he muttered, chest heaving.

karasu shoved ness forward with a wicked grin. “your turn, rookie. don’t make her wait.”

ness’s cheeks were crimson, eyes blown wide as he eased down behind you. his hands trembled a little when he spread you open, taking in the messy mix of spit and cum coating you. “she’s… so warm,” he whispered, almost like he forgot anyone else was there.

“stop staring and put it in,” otoya said lazily, though his gaze was locked on you with razor-sharp focus.

ness pushed into you slowly, breath hitching as your walls clenched around him. “oh—oh my god,” he stammered, hips stuttering.

“steady, pretty boy,” karasu drawled, crouching next to you to meet your eyes. “don’t blow already. she likes it when you make her cry first.” his hand closed over your throat, just firm enough to make your pulse spike as he guided your head toward rin’s cock again. “open.”

you obeyed, lips parting, and rin pushed back into your throat without hesitation, groaning at the way you swallowed him down. “that’s it. good girl. keep it up.”

behind you, yukimiya leaned lower, licking a stripe from your clit to the tight pucker of your ass, making you jolt so hard ness groaned at the sudden squeeze. “relax,” yukimiya said smoothly, his tongue circling slow and deliberate until you melted under the attention. “let me in, angel.”

“holy fuck,” otoya muttered under his breath, watching yukimiya’s mouth work you open. “that’s too hot.” he finally stepped forward, unzipping with one hand, the other tangling in your hair beside rin’s. “scoot over, rin. share.”

rin bared his teeth like he might argue, but he let go, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as otoya slid his cock between your lips. “look at me,” otoya ordered softly, voice far darker than his usual teasing tone. “keep your eyes right here while you suck.”

ness found his rhythm, thrusts deep but careful, each stroke making your slick drip down your thighs, and yukimiya hummed low as he buried his tongue in your ass. the obscene wet sounds drove everyone wild. karasu’s hand never left your throat, his thumb stroking absently as he leaned close to whisper, “you’re taking him so well. bet you’re gonna let us wreck every hole tonight, huh?”

you moaned around otoya’s cock, the vibration making his hips jerk. “shit,” he breathed, tightening his grip on your hair. “keep doing that.”

yukimiya finally pulled back just enough to spit on you, then pressed his tongue right back in, working you loose until karasu’s grin sharpened. “she’s ready for two,” he announced. “someone get up here.”

rin crouched down again, eyes glinting with challenge. “move, ness.”

“wait—” ness’s voice cracked as he tried to keep his pace steady. he clearly didn’t want to stop, but karasu grabbed his hips and yanked him back with no patience.

“don’t worry, kid,” karasu said, voice full of mock sympathy. “you’ll get another turn. now watch how it’s done.”

rin slammed into you from behind without warning, making you choke around otoya as your whole body jolted. yukimiya stayed exactly where he was, licking and sucking at your ass while rin’s thrusts rocked you forward, your moans muffled by otoya’s cock hitting the back of your throat.

“yeah,” otoya groaned, thrusting shallowly so he didn’t hurt you. “fuck, she’s drooling all over me. pretty little mess.”

karasu knelt beside you now, fingers sliding between your legs to rub your clit fast and tight in time with rin’s brutal pace. “there we go. come on, sweetheart. cum for us. show everyone how much you love it.”

you did. so loud and sudden, clenching hard around rin, slick gushing down your thighs. otoya hissed as you moaned around him, his own thrusts faltering when your tongue curled just right. yukimiya groaned into your ass at the taste of it, not stopping for a second.

“fuck,” rin muttered, pulling out abruptly, breath ragged. “someone else take over before i ruin her.”

“my turn,” karasu said immediately, pushing you onto your back this time. he slid into you with one smooth thrust, eyes never leaving yours, his grin sharp as ever. “yeah. that’s perfect. watch me, pretty thing. don’t look away.”

otoya crouched by your head, feeding you his cock again while yukimiya took the opportunity to slide two slick fingers into your ass, twisting and curling until you whined. “shh, angel,” he soothed, kissing your knee as if his touch wasn’t filthy. “breathe for me. you’re doing so well.”

ness watched wide-eyed, still flushed and painfully hard, while karasu fucked you in hard, relentless strokes. “she’s gonna break,” he muttered.

“nah,” otoya said with a crooked smile, brushing your hair off your forehead as you gagged around him. “she’s built for this.”

karasu reached down to where yukimiya was working you open and spat on his fingers. “get her ready for me. i’m not leaving this hole untouched.”

yukimiya’s eyes glittered, tongue following his fingers as he stretched you slow and deliberate. “already perfect,” he murmured against your skin. “she can take it.”

“then hurry up,” karasu growled, hips snapping faster, making you squeal around otoya’s cock.

by the time karasu pulled out, yukimiya was already lining himself up at your ass, his hands steady, voice low and soothing. “relax, angel. just like before.” he eased in slow, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, groaning at the tight heat. “god, you’re incredible.”

otoya let go of your hair long enough to stroke your cheek. “ready for a spit roast, princess?” his grin was all teeth now.

karasu slid back inside your dripping pussy without hesitation, bottoming out in one thrust while yukimiya filled you from behind, the twin stretch making your vision blur. otoya fed you his cock again, his rhythm matching theirs while karasu fucked you stupid.

“holy shit,” ness whispered, almost reverent, his hand tight around himself as he watched you get used from every angle.

“eyes on me,” otoya ordered, voice rough, thumb brushing your lower lip as you took him deep. “don’t you dare look at anyone else while we ruin you.”

karasu smirked down at you, sweat dripping from his temple. “good girl. take it. take every fucking inch.”

yukimiya’s pace stayed measured but deep, his breath hot against your neck when he leaned over you to murmur, “you’re perfect. taking us both like you were made for it.”

you came again hard, body arching, every muscle tight as they drove you through it, the filthy chorus of groans and praise only making it more intense. otoya hissed through his teeth when you sucked him harder mid-climax, his own release hitting seconds later. karasu and yukimiya didn’t last long either, both pulling out to spill across your stomach and thighs, leaving you a trembling mess in the middle of the floor.

“still alive?” karasu asked with a laugh, brushing sweaty hair from your face.

shidou’s grin from across the room was pure evil. “oh, she’s alive,” he said cheerfully. “and she’s not done yet.”

shidou crouched beside you, grinning like he’d just won the world cup, but his hands were unexpectedly gentle as he ran a warm towel over your skin. “stay still, princess. don’t wanna waste you before the others even get a second turn,” he murmured as he cleaned you. then carried you to the bed, making sure you’re comfortable.

“drink,” he added, pressing a water bottle to your lips. you swallowed obediently, catching isagi’s worried glance from across the room. kunigami wasn’t even trying to hide the frown on his face.

“i’m fine,” you told them, breath still shaky. “promise.”

“damn right you are,” shidou chuckled, tearing open a protein bar and holding it to your mouth like she couldn’t feed herself. “gotta keep your energy up. we’re not done yet.”

the others didn’t move from where they lounged. nagi lazily stretched, hiori watched with sharp interest, rin sat stone-still. but their eyes tracked every motion. a strange mix of hunger and hesitation hung in the air.

“see? she’s good,” shidou said, licking a stray drop of water from your lip with an obscene little grin. “better than good. just wait.”

your chest heaved, every nerve already raw from the turns before. your thighs were trembling and they downright shook when the door opened again and kaiser stepped inside like he owned the suite, like he owned you. he was followed by loki and charles chevalier who made less of a spectacle, but weren’t less intense.

kaiser crouched next to your head with that smug, golden-boy grin like he was stepping onto the pitch. his finger caught your chin and forced your bleary eyes up. “still with us, princess?” he drawled, bright blue gaze glittering. “good. wouldn’t want you tapping out now.”

you didn’t even get to nod before he shoved his cock past your lips with no warning, no gentle testing of how sore your throat already was. you choked around the intrusion, eyes stinging as he fed it to you deeper. behind you, charles’ long arms hooked under your hips, lifting you off the sheets like you were nothing but weightless cargo. loki was already crouched, position ruthless and precise, nudging bluntly at your ass until you gave.

“open wider,” kaiser snapped, voice suddenly sharp as steel. your jaw burned, but you obeyed and he rewarded you by tangling a fist in your hair and sinking to the base in one cruel push. your gag rang wet and obscene, and he laughed, the sound bright and vicious. “that’s it. choke on it, liebling.”

charles didn’t bother with niceties either. he lined up and slammed home in one brutal stroke, dragging a cry out of you. muffled, broken, stuffed full of kaiser. the force jolted you forward into kaiser’s hips. before you could even adjust, loki followed, sliding in beside charles, splitting you open further than you thought possible.

“mon dieu, she’s perfect,” charles hissed, head tipping back, pace already merciless. “so fucking tight still after all that?”

loki only grunted, lips curling in a cold smirk as he set his own rhythm. both men drove into you in tandem, a brutal double assault that had your vision going white around the edges. every slam rocked you forward into kaiser’s unrelenting thrusts, his laughter shaking above you.

“look at you,” kaiser murmured between steady pumps of his hips, voice quiet but carrying to the others watching. “three holes, three cocks… you were built for this.”

you would’ve cursed him if your mouth wasn’t stuffed full. spit and tears streaked down your face, dripping onto his balls and he grinned wider at the sight.

around the room, the others watched. bachira’s grin was feral, eyes glittering as he elbowed kunigami, who only stared, jaw tight, fists clenching unconsciously. isagi looked wrecked, sweat at his temples, whispering “holy shit” under his breath. raichi let out a sharp bark of laughter when charles hit you hard enough to make the headboard crack.

and shidou… he looked like a man in love and completely deranged about it. “atta girl,” he purred from where he stood at the edge of the bed, pink tongue swiping over his teeth as he drank in the sight. “fuck, princess, you take ‘em so good. didn’t think you had it in you, huh? makin’ me so fucking hard watching you gettin’ wrecked like this.”

kaiser yanked you up by your hair until your tear-swollen eyes met his, cock still buried in your throat. “she’s got more in her. don’t you, liebling?” his words dripped condescension and you gagged again when he pushed deeper instead of waiting for an answer.

shidou moved closer, crouching to your level, voice dropping to a hungry whisper meant only for you, but loud enough for everyone to hear anyway. “you love it, don’tcha? bein’ split like this. my perfect little toy.” his grin went sharp, eyes blazing. “don’t hold back, princess. lemme hear you choke.” his fingers stroked down your throat possessively even as kaiser used your hair like reins. “lemme hear you break for them. don’t be shy.”

loki’s grip bruised your waist as he slammed in harder, growling near your ear, “don’t you dare pass out. i’m not finished using you.” charles only laughed darkly, the sound curling up your spine, his hips pistoning with reckless force. “she takes whatever we give to her. so, so needy.”

their movements synced, cruel and precise. every time you tried to cry out, kaiser shoved deeper, every time your body tried to jerk away, charles and loki pinned you in place, their cocks bullying you into pure submission.

“she’s obsessed with us.” kaiser drawled with arrogance. “look at her fucking eyes. tears everywhere and she still wants more.” he shoved even deeper, groaning when your throat squeezed tight. “god, i might keep you.”

that earned a sharp, delighted laugh from shidou. but his eyes spoke the unhinged, almost feral truth. “you’d have to kill me first, blondie,” he said sweetly, but everyone knew he meant it.

“she’s shaking,” kunigami muttered under his breath, voice strained like he was the one being wrung out.

“nah, she’s loving it,” bachira sing-songed, gaze locked on your ruined expression. “look at her—fuck, that’s hot.”

“she’s gonna break,” kurona said hoarsely, though his eyes never left the way your nails clawed the sheets, how you pushed back to meet them despite everything.

“yeah, but not before we’re done,” raichi laughed.

kaiser tilted his head at shidou mid-thrust, smirk widening. “you’re raising her well, ryusei. obedient little thing.”

shidou just chuckled, the sound deep and delighted, crouching closer until his breath brushed your ear. “hear that, princess? even king kaiser’s impressed.” his fingers stroked down your spine before tapping your cheek in mock praise. “don’t disappoint me now. take ‘em all.”

your throat burned, your body screamed, but the praise, the sheer filth of it, lit something wild in you. you forced yourself to stay conscious, to stay pliant as they used you.

loki’s voice was a snarl, sharp as his thrusts. “good little slut. you’re lucky we’re letting you breathe.”

“don’t give her ideas,” charles muttered, sweat dripping from his brow as he wrecked you with single-minded precision. “she’s greedy enough already.”

kaiser groaned when your throat contracted around him, the sound almost approving. “fuck, she’s learning.”

they didn’t stop. they didn’t slow. every thrust blurred into the next, a relentless rhythm that turned your body into nothing but raw sensation. spit smeared across your chin, tears dripping down, your hips bruised where charles and loki’s fingers dug in.

“that’s it. good girl. take it, take it all,” shidou whispered, stroking your hair even as kaiser used it as a handle to ram deeper.

you didn’t even notice when your vision started to sparkle, when your limbs trembled uncontrollably. too busy clinging to the feeling of being utterly ruined and worshipped for it.

“fuck, she’s gonna cum again,” charles grunted, hips stuttering as he felt you tighten.

“already?” loki barked a laugh, pace cruel. “fuck, let her. i wanna feel her milk us dry.”

kaiser only smirked down at you, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb like he was proud of himself. “don’t you dare stop now, sweetheart. i’m not done watching you fall apart.”

“neither am i,” shidou added, voice amused and electric, and when your eyes rolled back as another orgasm tore through you, his grin went feral. “that’s my girl.” the room reeked of sweat, sex and victory. every slam of hips into yours made you see stars, every filthy word made your body burn hotter. you were shaking uncontrollably, but shidou’s soft, dangerous voice cut through everything. “cum for me now, princess. let ‘em feel it.”

you did. you shattered, body clamping down so hard charles cursed in french and loki snarled as he spilled inside you, thrusts going ragged. kaiser yanked your head forward and shoved deep, groaning when your throat convulsed around him.

“fuck yeah,” shidou laughed, voice gone rough with pride and hunger. “that’s my perfect girl. you take it so good… don’t stop, boys. she’s got another one in her.”

and they didn’t stop. not until you were a trembling, ruined mess, wrung out again and again, every hole used until you had nothing left to give. except for the way you looked up at shidou through wet lashes, still ready to take more just because he wanted it…. but not as much as you do.

your whole body was writhing by the time the last two stepped forward. not from fear, but from sheer exhaustion, every nerve raw, every muscle weak. you’d been taken apart one by one, given water, wiped down just enough to keep you from collapsing completely… only to be thrown back into the storm.

shidou leaned against the headboard behind you, still shirtless and gleaming with sweat, tongue dragging over his teeth as he watched the scene unfold with delighted eyes. “saved the best for last, princess,” he purred. “look who wants a turn.”

sae itoshi didn’t smirk like the others. he just looked down at you like a problem to solve. cold, sharp, annoyingly composed even in this chaos. his teal eyes raked over your ruined body, noting every bruise, every twitch of overstimulated muscle.

and then there was bunny iglesias, the human storm, grinning like a wolf, bouncing on his heels as if this was the warm-up to an even bigger game. his dark eyes sparkled with mischief and hunger.

“so,” bunny drawled, glancing at sae with a mocking tilt of his head, “what’s the bet? fastest to make her cum first?”

“fastest and hardest,” sae said flatly, peeling off his shirt, voice clipped and cold. “she’ll tell us who wins. if she’s still conscious.”

shidou’s grin widened. “ohhh, i like where this is goin’.” he crouched close to your ear, his voice low and molten. “hear that, princess? they’re gonna wreck you for sport. make sure you’re a good girl and give ‘em both hell.”

you barely had time to breathe before bunny dropped to his knees, hands rough on your thighs and pressed his mouth between your legs. he didn’t tease—he went straight for your drenched cunt, tongue lashing in messy, brutal strokes.

“mierde, you’re dripping so fucking much,” he muttered against you, lavender hair falling into his eyes. “guess kaiser and the others loosened you up nice.”

sae knelt on the bed beside you, taking your chin in his hand and forcing you to look at him. “eyes on me,” he ordered, voice soft but cutting. “don’t even think about looking at him.”

his fingers slipped into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as bunny sucked at your clit with merciless rhythm. you moaned around sae’s hand, hips jerking, but he only frowned faintly like he was critiquing your form.

“sloppy,” he murmured. “already shaking and he’s barely started.”

“sloppy?” bunny laughed against you, sending vibrations through your cunt that made your whole body spasm. “she’s about to cum in thirty seconds. watch me.”

shidou let out a low whistle, crouching closer with his elbows on his knees. “oh, this is gonna be fun.” his hand stroked lazily through your damp hair. “c’mon, princess, show ‘em how sweet you are for me.”

bunny doubled down, tongue relentless, two fingers plunging into you without warning. you keened around sae’s fingers as the pressure built sharp and fast, too fast.

sae leaned in close, voice flat. “don’t cum yet.”

“like hell she’s listening to you,” bunny muttered against your skin, sucking your clit hard.

you were seconds from the edge, hips bucking helplessly and then sae’s other hand pressed down on your lower belly, firm, controlling, holding you in place. his teal eyes bored into yours. “hold it,” he ordered coldly. “if you cum now, you lose for me.”

“she doesn’t care who wins,” bunny growled, glancing up with his mouth shining. “but i’m still gonna make her scream.” he crooked his fingers just right and your entire body seized up.

“fuck. she’s cumming,” karasu shouted from the sidelines, laughing. reo shook his head, muttering “no way” under his breath.

you shattered around bunny’s hand, spasming so hard it took your breath away, and he groaned like he’d scored a goal. “fastest. told you.”

“pathetic,” sae muttered, pulling his fingers from your mouth and wiping them on your cheek like you’d dirtied him. “she’ll cum even harder for me. watch.”

before you could catch your breath, he shoved bunny aside and slid down the bed, pinning your hips with cold precision. his mouth was nothing like bunny’s. no wild mess, just ruthless efficiency. he mapped every sensitive spot instantly and attacked it with surgical focus, tongue flat and devastating.

“oh fuck,” ness choked out from the edge of the bed, eyes wide. “she’s gonna—”

you screamed, sharp and raw, as sae sucked your clit hard and slid two fingers inside, curling until you were jerking uncontrollably. your second orgasm ripped through you even more violently than the first, leaving you gasping and shaking.

“told you,” sae said coolly, rising to his knees, lips glistening. “harder.”

bunny just grinned. “guess we’re tied. time to break the deadlock.”

“spit roast her,” shidou sang out, delighted, patting your cheek affectionately. “c’mon, princess, don’t tap out yet. you’re gonna love this.”

sae took your mouth first, forcing his cock between your lips with zero warning. similar like kaiser. his pace was merciless from the start, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your jaw to keep you open. behind you, bunny lined up and slammed into your cunt in a single brutal thrust. you screamed around sae’s cock, the sound muffled and wet, earning a groan from both men.

“holy shit,” raichi muttered from the sidelines. “she’s still taking it.”

“she’s gonna break in half,” kiyora said hoarsely.

“nah,” shidou grinned, crouching close to stroke your hair even as sae used it as a handle. “she’s perfect. the perfect body to get gangbanged.” his voice dropped to a whisper meant just for you. “my greedy princess… don’t you dare stop now. i wanna see you choke on him while bunny splits you open.”

bunny slammed into you with reckless rhythm, sweat dripping down his jaw. “fuck, she’s taking it so good,” he groaned, hips pistoning without mercy.

sae grunted in annoyance when your teeth grazed him accidentally, slapping your cheek sharply to warn you. “focus,” he snapped. “don’t make me repeat myself.”

shidou just laughed. “ohhh, i love when you get mean, itoshi. keep that up.”

every thrust blurred together. bunny battering your cunt, sae using your throat like it was nothing, both men determined to wring another orgasm from you first.

“she’s clenching,” bunny panted, fingers digging into your hips. “she’s gonna cum on me again.”

“not before she gags on me,” sae muttered, thrusting harder. “swallow it.”

you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just take it as they used you, spit and tears dripping down your face, body arching under the brutal pace.

“that’s it, princess,” shidou whispered in your ear, tone molten. “show ‘em. show these assholes how perfect you are for me.”

your orgasm hit like a lightning strike, violent and overwhelming, making you sob around sae’s cock as bunny groaned and fucked you harder through it.

“that’s mine,” bunny crowed, grinning triumphantly.

“no,” sae said flatly, hips stuttering as he shoved deep and spilled down your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop. “that was mine.”

you barely had time to breathe before bunny came too, burying himself deep with a hoarse shout, filling you to the brim.

shidou laughed, delighted and unhinged, kissing your temple tenderly even as you shook in ruin. “fuckin’ hell, princess. you just made my day.”

around you, the other boys muttered and laughed. bachira clapping like he’d watched a circus act, some looking half-wrecked just from watching, raichi loudly demanding, “who the hell even won?”

“me,” bunny smirked, tugging his pants back on.

“no,” sae said simply, already walking away.

shidou just grinned down at you, brushing your messy hair from your tear-stained face. “who cares who won? my girl’s the real champ.”

the room reeked of sweat, musk and the feral heat of victory. the kind that clung to bare skin and stung the back of your throat. every muscle in your body trembled, slick with a cocktail of sweat and spit, legs spread wide because shidou had put you there and no one would dare move you until he decided otherwise. the cold floor bit against your spine, but it was nothing compared to the searing burn between your thighs. your hair clung damp to your cheeks, lashes sticky, every breath coming out broken and shallow.

around you, twenty-three men circled like predators, still panting from the game or from what had already been done to you. some were flushed and hard again, others fisting themselves slowly, cocks glistening with precome and sweat, all of them drunk on the sight of you ruined and helpless in the middle of the room.

shidou crouched near your head like a devil carved from pure chaos, his grin sharp and glittering. he dragged two fingers down your cheek, leaving behind something wet. you couldn’t tell if it was spit, sweat or his own release. “alright, boys,” he purred, voice curling like smoke through the thick heat of the room, “time to show some love.” he tilted his head, smile wide and obscene. “no one leaves her clean.”

your stomach dropped even as your body pulsed with desperate heat. there was no time to plead, no strength to fight. only the sound of the first groan as isagi dropped to his knees between your legs.

“god,” he rasped, hand working his cock in fast, rough strokes, hips jerking as if he couldn’t take his own pace. his gaze burned holes into you—your trembling lips, the bruises along your thighs and hips, the glossy wreck of your face. “god, you’re unreal. fuck.” his voice cracked on the last word as he spilled hard, thick ropes of come streaking across your stomach and ribs. his head tipped forward, shoulders shaking with the violence of his release and he hissed through his teeth like he’d been holding it back for hours.

he barely moved aside before bachira was there, crouched over your chest, grin feral and eyes glittering. “so pretty when you’re ruined,” he whispered, almost sweet, before jerking himself with quick, eager flicks of his wrist. he came fast, a messy arc across your tits, hot and shocking against your skin. but he wasn’t done. no, bachira’s fingers slid through the mess, smearing it across your tits lazily, circling your nipples just to watch you squirm and whimper. he giggled when your body jerked, pressing a filthy kiss to your jaw as he murmured, “still got so many to go, pretty thing.”

nagi came next, slow as sin, muttering, “such a pain,” under his breath like he couldn’t be bothered, but his heavy-lidded stare was locked on your face the whole time. he stroked himself lazily, dragging it out, until his orgasm spilled across your collarbone in lazy, dripping stripes, sliding into the hollow of your throat. his sigh was almost a groan, quiet and dragged out, before he stepped back without another word.

reo followed, teeth gritted so hard you could hear it, his fist pumping slick and fast. his orgasm hit sharp, his hips bucking forward like he wanted to bury it inside you, but he settled for leaving white streaks over your ribs. a ragged laugh broke from his throat, half-delirious, and his head tipped back like this was better than any win on the field.

kunigami knelt beside you, jaw tight like he hated what this did to him, but his cock told a different story, twitching as he worked it hard and desperate. “sorry,” he muttered under his breath, voice cracking on a groan as he spilled thick over your thigh. his big hands held you steady, gripping your trembling leg like he could feel you trying to close them, even now.

chigiri looked almost shy, cheeks flushed all the way to the tips of his ears, his pink hair sticking to his temple. his lips parted on a breathless whisper of your name, so soft you almost missed it—right before he came, heat streaking across your hipbone. his eyes fluttered shut, a tiny whimper slipping free, like he couldn’t believe how much he wanted this.

hiori knelt quietly, his breath shaky, little whimpers catching in his throat as he finished across your belly. his soft eyes stayed fixed on the mess blooming over your skin, like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

nanase and yukimiya came almost together. yukimiya’s perfect smirk barely holding as he grunted through his teeth, while nanase muttered, “i can’t believe—” before his words broke into a strangled moan as white streaks joined the rest across your stomach and side.

then came karasu, low laughter curling through the air like smoke. he knelt by your head, stroking himself in deliberate, teasing pulls before jerking forward. hot ropes landing across your cheek and jaw, close enough you could smell it. “fuck, look at you,” he murmured, and when you turned your head away, he chuckled and grabbed your chin. his thumb dragged through the mess and pressed to your lips. “open up, sweetheart.” you did. you had to.

otoya leaned down next, voice curling in your ear like silk. “perfect little doll,” he purred, finishing across your shoulder in hot stripes before slapping your ass lightly just to see you jump.

kurona was almost silent, biting down hard on a moan as he left his mark across your inner thigh, staring at the streak vanishing into your slick folds like he wanted to dive in after it.

raichi was anything but quiet, groaning your name like a curse as he pumped himself with brutal speed and spilled thick over your ribs. one broad hand clamped down on your waist, holding you in place like you’d bolt if he gave you a chance.

kiyora barely made a sound. clenched teeth, quick strokes, then a sharp exhale as heat spattered across your stomach. he stepped back without a word, though his eyes lingered on you like a brand.

ness looked almost reverent, his eyes glassy as he whispered something in german you couldn’t catch. his come streaked your breast, fingers trembling as he smeared it lightly, tracing the curve just to feel you.

then kaiser. oh, kaiser grinned like sin incarnate, crouching down so his blue eyes burned into yours. “look at you,” he purred, voice like honeyed venom, jerking his cock in slow, showy strokes until the first spatter hit your cheekbone. he aimed the rest so it slid toward your lips, tilting your chin up with his knuckles so everyone could watch. “gorgeous.”

charles muttered something filthy in french, spilling a hot, heavy line up your side and laughing breathlessly when you flinched from the overstimulation.

bunny came quick and harsh, groaning like he couldn’t hold back anymore as he planted his mess right over your navel, claiming the center of you like he owned it.

loki lingered, soft-eyed and cruel all at once, his come striping your neck as he murmured, “magnifique,” like that made it holy.

then rin, silent but deadly focused, his strokes sharp and punishing as he came across your lower belly with a hiss of breath through his nose. he didn’t even look away, like watching you drip was all he cared about.

finally, sae. calm, cold, perfect. but flushed, so flushed as he let his release stripe across your sternum, his gaze locked on your face. no smile, no sound. just possession burning in silence.

and last shidou, your man who made it possible, crouching over you like the devil admiring his favorite masterpiece. his grin split wide, wild, as he jerked his cock slow and easy, dragging it out while his free hand stroked your jaw. “good girl,” he murmured, voice rough and dripping with sweetness as his orgasm hit hot and heavy across your lips. his thumb swept up through the mess and pressed between them, forcing your mouth open. “swallow for me.”

you did, choking slightly as it slid down your throat, tears stinging your eyes while his grin only grew sharper. by the end, your body was unrecognizable. a living canvas, painted by twenty-two hands, dripping with every stripe of their obsession. they all stood there panting, chests heaving, staring down at what they’d done.

shidou looked around, grinning like a man who’d conquered the world. “now that,” he said cheerfully, slapping your thigh like you were his favorite trophy, “is what i call teamwork.”

the room was still vibrating with heat when shidou finally clapped his hands, sharp and loud. “alright, party’s over. out. now.”

no one argued. not even kaiser. they shuffled out one by one, some still laughing breathlessly, others too dazed to speak, leaving you on the floor trembling in a haze of sweat and come and overstimulation.

shidou crouched beside you, grin softer now, eyes bright but calmer than you’d seen all night. “damn, baby,” he murmured, brushing your damp hair off your sticky forehead with a surprisingly careful hand. “took ‘em all like a champ. my fuckin’ superstar.”

your throat worked, trying to speak, but no sound came out. just a shaky exhale that made him laugh under his breath. he slid his arms under you in one smooth motion, lifting you like you weighed nothing. your head lolled against his chest and you felt his heart hammering, fast and steady.

“easy, angel. i got you.” his voice dropped quiet, not the manic rasp from earlier but something warm, almost reverent. “gonna get you cleaned up. no more touching unless it’s me, yeah?”

the bathroom light was softer, golden and the sound of running water filled the air as he kicked the door shut with his heel. shidou sat you on the counter for a moment, his hands cupping your face, tilting your chin so he could look at you properly.

“still with me?” he asked, lips quirking into a crooked smile when you gave the faintest nod. “good girl. so fuckin’ good for me.” he kissed your forehead, a press of warm lips, no teeth, no bite , and that simple sweetness almost undid you more than anything else.

he set you down gently in the tub, steam curling up around you. the water was warm, not scalding like he’d done this a hundred times. he grabbed a washcloth, dipping it in the water, and began wiping you clean. slow. careful. almost absurdly tender for someone who’d just orchestrated a room-wide free-for-all on your body.

“look at this mess,” he murmured, swiping the cloth down your chest, along your ribs, over your thighs. “whole team couldn’t keep their hands off my girl. can’t blame ‘em. you’re fuckin’ addictive.” his voice stayed soft, even as his words burned. “but now you’re mine again. all mine.”

you shivered under every stroke, not from cold, but from everything catching up at once. your muscles ached, your skin tingled, your brain floated somewhere between bliss and exhaustion. when he reached your face, he used only his fingers, warm and wet, brushing away the dried streaks with a gentleness that made your throat close.

“hey.” his thumb traced your cheek as he noticed your eyes glassing over. “none of that. don’t you dare cry on me now. not unless it’s ‘cause i’m makin’ you feel good.” but the teasing edge was gone. his voice was steady, grounding and exactly what you needed right now. “you did perfect, angel. you gave me everything. fuck, i’m proud of you.”

still that was what broke you. the tears came fast, hot, silent at first, then shuddering sobs that made your whole body quake. shidou dropped the cloth immediately, climbing into the tub clothed without a second thought. he pulled you into his lap, water sloshing everywhere, holding you tight against his chest.

“shhh. i got you. i got you, baby.” he rocked you gently, one big hand cupping the back of your head, the other rubbing circles into your spine. “too much, huh? yeah, i know. you were so fuckin’ good though. so perfect for me.”

you clung to him, fingers twisting his soaked shirt, sobbing into his neck. he kissed the top of your head again and again, murmuring praise against your hair. “breathe with me. yeah, that’s it. in, out. there you go. attagirl.” another kiss to your cheek. “still mine, right? my sweet thing. my perfect mess.” he hugged you tighter. “love you like this, even when you’re falling apart on me.”

little by little, the shuddering eased, leaving you boneless in his arms, still trembling but calmer. shidou stayed there, water cooling around both of you, not moving an inch until your breathing leveled out.

“think you can handle me towelin’ you off and putting you to bed?” he murmured finally, lips brushing your temple. “no more games. just me takin’ care of you now. you deserve it.” you nodded weakly, and he grinned softer than ever, almost boyish. “that’s my girl.”

you should’ve known shidou wasn’t bluffing. for three days, he’d been unbearably smug, humming to himself while texting nonstop, flashing that devil’s grin every time you asked what he was up to.

now, standing in the doorway of an upscale hotel suite with floor-to-ceiling windows and way too many unfamiliar shoes scattered by the door, you had your answer. “you’re kidding me,” you whispered.

“nope.” shidou’s hand settled on your lower back, guiding you in with the casual confidence of someone who just ordered takeout for a party of twenty-and-more. “told you i’d make it happen, princess.”

five heads turned toward you. isagi, reo, nagi, hiori and nanase lounged around the suite like they were waiting for a team meeting instead of… this. some looked amused, some nervous, but all of them glanced at you with the same spark of curiosity.

“yoichi, don’t look like that,” shidou called, grinning as isagi immediately flushed. “i told you she’s into it.”

isagi rubbed the back of his neck. “i just… didn’t think you were serious.”

“you’ll get used to it,” reo said smoothly, rising from his seat with an easy smile. “ryusei’s insane, but he delivers.” his gaze slid over you, appreciative but not crude. “you really okay with this?”

every eye was on you now. even nagi, who barely seemed awake, lifted his head to watch your answer. you swallowed, heat rising to your cheeks. “i… yeah. i wouldn’t be here if i wasn’t.”

“good girl,” shidou murmured in your ear, biting your earlobe before pulling away to address the room. “you heard her. no nerves, boys. she’s all yours as long as i get a front-row seat.”

nanase cleared his throat softly. “this feels… intense.”

“that’s the point,” hiori said with a shy laugh, though his eyes stayed fixed on you like he couldn’t help himself.

the air shifted. reo stepped closer first, tilting his head. “we’ll take it slow,” he promised, voice soft enough for you alone. “just tell us if it’s too much.”

you nodded and then shidou shoved you lightly toward them, grinning like a proud handler showing off his prize. “go on. she’s perfect. you’ll see.”

reo’s hands were warm as he caught you by the waist, steadying you. “relax,” he murmured, eyes searching yours. “let us take care of you.”

isagi joined him hesitantly, hovering until shidou made an impatient noise. “she doesn’t bite,” shidou teased, “but i do if you keep wasting time.”

that broke the tension. isagi’s hand brushed your cheek, his expression softening into something almost reverent. “you’re really okay with this?” he asked again.

you smiled despite yourself. “i’m okay.”

that was all he needed. his mouth met yours in a tentative kiss, careful and unhurried, as if he had all night and you supposed he did. reo’s lips found your shoulder at the same moment, warm breath trailing over your skin, while hiori and nanase hovered close, taking cues from your every reaction.

nagi finally pushed himself up from the couch, lazy gaze sweeping over you. “this seems like work,” he muttered, but then his hand slid over your hip and lingered, contradicting his words. “pretty, though.”

the laugh you tried to stifle turned to a gasp as isagi deepened the kiss, cradling your jaw while reo’s fingers teased the hem of your top. shidou leaned against the wall, arms crossed, grinning like the devil himself.

“that’s it,” he called. “warm her up for me. don’t be shy.”

clothes began to vanish. yours first, guided by gentle hands and reverent touches. isagi kissed down your throat while reo eased your top off, his fingertips brushing the sides of your breasts enough to make you shiver. hiori’s lips brushed your arm in soft, exploratory kisses, while nanase lingered lower, tracing circles at your waistline like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to go further. even nagi, unhurried as ever, let out a low hum when you arched toward his touch.

they treated you like porcelain, almost too careful, until you tugged reo’s wrist and whispered, “you can be rougher.”

the look on his face told you he’d been waiting for that. “say no if it’s too much,” he breathed, before sliding your skirt down in one motion.

you barely had time to nod before reo’s mouth replaced his hands on your inner thigh, lips grazing higher with each kiss. isagi captured your lips again, deeper this time, while nagi’s lazy fingers toyed with your nipple, rolling and pinching enough to make you moan into isagi’s mouth.

“fuck,” shidou muttered appreciatively from his spot. “you boys are naturals.”

hiori finally grew bold enough to kneel by the couch, kissing down your calf and up to your knee, while nanase leaned in to press his lips to the other, his shy touch trembling against your skin. they worked in sync without even meaning to. warm lips and wandering hands, every inch of you worshipped at once. then reo’s tongue found the damp heat between your legs. your hips jerked and isagi swallowed your moan with his own groan, as if the sound alone turned him on.

“god, you taste good,” reo murmured against you before diving back in, his tongue circling your clit in firm, deliberate strokes that made your thighs shake.

nagi leaned down lazily, catching your other nipple in his mouth while his fingers pinched the first, earning another desperate sound from you. hiori moved higher, kissing along your thigh until he was brushing against reo’s shoulder, eyes wide with awe. “can i…?” he asked softly.

“go ahead,” reo said without looking up.

hiori’s mouth joined his, tentative at first, licking slow stripes where reo wasn’t, while nanase kissed along the sensitive crease of your hip. you were drowning in heat. too many sensations, too many mouths, fingers, and soft praises whispered against your skin.

“doing so good,” isagi murmured against your lips. “you feel incredible.”

“fuck, she’s shaking already,” reo added, voice husky. “shidou, your girl’s unreal.”

shidou’s laugh was sharp. “don’t get attached. you’ve still got twenty more to share with.”

your orgasm hit fast and hard with reo and hiori sucking at you in tandem, nanase’s lips trailing fire at your hip and nagi’s teeth grazing your nipple. you cried out, clutching isagi’s shirt as your back arched, but they didn’t stop as they drew it out until you were gasping for breath, the world spinning around you. when they finally eased back, you were trembling, slick and wrecked and barely aware of your own voice whispering, “more…”

shidou straightened with a grin sharp enough to cut. “oh, you’ll get more, princess. this was just warm-up.” you barely had time to catch your breath before the sound of the suite door unlocking broke through the haze. shidou straightened from where he’d been leaning on the wall, his grin wicked. “round two’s here,” he announced.

bachira came bouncing in first, followed by chigiri’s easy stride, kunigami’s broad shoulders, kurona’s cool smile and kiyora’s sharp gaze. their chatter cut off when they saw you sprawled on the couch. you were flushed, skirt gone, skin kissed raw and the first wave surrounding you like worshippers.

“holy shit,” bachira laughed, eyes sparkling. “you weren’t kidding.”

“damn,” chigiri murmured, lips curling. “shidou really did it.”

kunigami glanced at you, concern flashing before desire took over. “is she—?”

“she’s perfect,” shidou interrupted, motioning them forward. “don’t waste time with questions. you’ll see.”

the new arrivals didn’t hesitate long. bachira practically pounced, dropping to his knees beside the couch with that feral grin. “hi pretty. mind if i taste?”

you barely had time to nod before his mouth replaced reo’s, eager and messy, tongue plunging deep as if he planned to drink you dry. hiori gasped at the sudden boldness and shuffled back, giving him room.

“fuck,” shidou muttered appreciatively. “that’s my kind of energy.”

chigiri knelt on the other side, pressing feather-light kisses along your ribs while his fingers slid over your stomach, teasing your oversensitive skin. kunigami and kurona moved behind the couch, leaning down to kiss your neck and shoulders, while kiyora crouched at your feet, eyes gleaming with quiet intent as he traced his fingertips up your calf. bachira groaned into you, unbothered by the wet mess he was making, his tongue relentless. you felt yourself twitching already, overstimulated but craving more and the laugh bubbling from shidou’s throat told you he loved every second.

“look at her squirm,” kurona murmured, kissing a path up your throat. “feels good, doesn’t it?”

“better than good,” you gasped, hips jerking as bachira sucked at your clit like he was trying to bruise it.

chigiri’s lips found your nipple, drawing a sharp moan from you as his tongue flicked teasingly, while kunigami’s large hand slid down your stomach to hold you still for bachira’s mouth. kiyora finally leaned in, replacing his fingers with his lips on your ankle, trailing slow, deliberate kisses higher and higher, like he wanted you to feel every inch of the journey.

“you’re unreal,” chigiri murmured against your skin. “can’t believe shidou’s letting us touch you.”

“letting you?” shidou scoffed. “i’m sharing. don’t forget who’s in charge.”

you barely heard him when bachira’s tongue swirled just right, and your second orgasm ripped through you, sharp and fast, leaving you crying out into kunigami’s shoulder. but bachira didn’t stop. none of them did.

“think she’s ready for more,” kiyora said, voice calm but eyes bright as he kissed up to your knee. “not just mouths.”

“dibs,” bachira said immediately, pulling back with his chin glistening.

shidou’s laugh was quiet and pleased. “settle it however you want. just keep her happy.”

kunigami lifted you easily, settling you across his lap as if you weighed nothing, his thick fingers spreading you open. “still okay?” he asked softly, searching your face even as his own cheeks flushed red.

“yes,” you whispered, breathless. “please.”

bachira wasted no time sliding into you, deep and fast, groaning like he’d been waiting his whole life. “holy shit, your pussy’s gripping me so good,” he panted, hips snapping with frantic energy. his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread for everyone to watch.

chigiri kissed you to swallow your moan, his tongue sweet and slow in contrast to bachira’s rough thrusts. kunigami’s lips found your neck while his big hand held you steady, murmuring praise against your ear.

kurona leaned close, voice rough. “you like being watched, huh? everyone staring while you take him like that.”

the filthy truth spilled out before you could stop it. “yes.”

“good girl,” kiyora murmured from the floor, his hand stroking your calf while he watched bachira pound into you, eyes sharp and calculating like he was memorizing every reaction.

you came again, clenching hard around bachira and he swore loudly, burying himself deep with one last thrust before spilling into you, forehead dropping to your shoulder with a pleased groan.

“move,” chigiri said smoothly, sliding in before you even had time to recover. his pace was slower, more deliberate, each thrust hitting deep as he kissed you like a lover, lips soft and lingering. “so beautiful,” he whispered. “you’re taking us so well.”

kunigami groaned against your neck, his free hand slipping under your thigh to lift you higher, giving chigiri a better angle. kurona and kiyora were still watching intently, the quiet heat in their gazes somehow more overwhelming than the frantic pace of the first wave. by the time chigiri was done with you, you were trembling, voice hoarse from moans you couldn’t control.

“ready for another?” kurona asked softly, brushing your hair from your damp forehead.

you nodded, dazed. he slid into you next, calm and steady, holding your gaze as he rocked into you with precision, like every stroke was measured to make you gasp. his lips brushed your temple as he whispered, “tell me if it’s too much.”

“it’s perfect,” you breathed.

kiyora was last, his movements calculated and sharp, each thrust hitting just right, his hand firm on your hip to keep you still as his mouth captured your nipple. “so responsive,” he murmured against your skin. “no wonder shidou’s obsessed.”

when he pulled out, you were wrecked and shaking, lips kiss-bruised, skin marked from hands and mouths. shidou sauntered over with a satisfied grin, crouching in front of you to cup your face.

“still breathing?” he teased.

“barely,” you rasped and he laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“good. you’re gonna need that stamina, princess. we’re not even halfway.” shidou had barely finished speaking as the door flew open.

rin didn’t wait for an invitation. he even dared pushing shidou aside and grabbed your chin, forced your gaze up to him. “open your mouth,” he ordered, voice flat but tense, like a warning. shidou only laughed under his breath, clearly entertained by rin’s complete lack of patience.

ness wasn’t as bold, hovering just behind rin, blue eyes locked on your lips. his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt before he let it drop entirely and crouched down, almost shy, beside you. “can i—” he started, but you didn’t even get the chance to answer before rin’s thumb pressed against your tongue, silencing anything you could have said.

“she doesn’t need you to ask,” rin muttered without looking at him, shoving two fingers into your mouth, knuckles pressing to your lips. “just fucking do it.”

you gagged, not because you wanted to pull away but because rin pushed too deep too fast and that’s when karasu crouched on your other side, his grin sharp. “look at her trying to be good.” his hand slid under your shirt like it belonged there, calloused palm squeezing your breast while his thumb brushed over your nipple. “pretty thing can’t even breathe.”

“stop teasing,” raichi barked from behind, voice thick with something close to jealousy. his zipper was already down and the sound of fabric shifting told you exactly what he was doing. “get her ready.”

“she’s already ready,” otoya interrupted, leaning against the wall like this was the most casual thing in the world. but when his eyes dragged down your body, his jaw tightened, and his teasing smile darkened into something sharper. “shidou wasn’t kidding about how sweet you’d be.”

yukimiya was the only one who knelt without rushing, his hands firm but deliberate as he tugged your shorts down your thighs. “hold still, angel,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk, fingers brushing the inside of your knee. “let’s make this look good.”

rin yanked your head back by your hair, spit in your mouth and smirked when you swallowed like you were starving for it. “good girl,” he muttered, almost to himself, before pressing his lips to yours with bruising force. ness’s breath hitched watching, his own hands shaking as he reached for your waist hesitant, until karasu grabbed his wrist and shoved it down between your thighs. “feel how wet and full she is,” karasu whispered against his ear, voice dripping amusement. “don’t be shy.”

you moaned around rin’s tongue when ness’s fingers brushed over you, gentle at first, then firmer when karasu guided him. yukimiya’s mouth replaced his hand on your breast, lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking until you gasped loud enough for raichi to curse from behind you.

“enough fucking around,” raichi growled. you heard his footsteps before you felt his hands on your hips, hauling you up onto your knees. “rin, move.”

“make me,” rin shot back, but he finally let you go, though not without nipping your lower lip hard enough to sting.

“someone’s impatient and possessive,” otoya drawled amused, but his gaze was fixed on you like he was already imagining how you’d look falling apart.

raichi shoved inside you in one hard thrust, making you cry out, nails clawing at the floor. yukimiya didn’t stop kissing your chest even as you jerked forward, and ness’s soft gasp turned into a strangled sound when karasu wrapped a hand around his throat from behind. “watch close,” karasu purred, lips brushing his ear. “see how messy she gets?”

rin crouched in front of you again, unzipping his own pants this time. “open up again,” he ordered. when you obeyed without hesitation, his eyes flicked darker, pleased. “yeah. that’s better.” and plunged his cock into your throat.

the room filled with obscene sounds. your muffled moans around rin, the slap of raichi’s hips, yukimiya’s low hum of approval as he bit your nipple, karasu’s laugh when ness’s face flushed scarlet. otoya finally moved from the wall, circling behind karasu to shove him forward. “don’t hog her,” he said casually, but his voice was tight with need.

karasu pulled ness closer until his chest pressed to your back, one hand still at his throat while the other groped your ass, spreading you wider for raichi’s brutal pace. “you’re gonna fall in love with her, pretty boy,” karasu teased him, even as his own breathing grew rough. “she’s got that kind of—” he cut himself off with a groan when you clenched down hard around raichi and squirted some juices on his abs.

rin’s free hand tangled in your hair, pulling tight as he fucked your mouth faster. “eyes on me,” he snapped, voice commanding and dangerous. “don’t look at them. just me.”

yukimiya finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chest rising and falling quick. “she’s perfect,” he murmured, almost reverent, before leaning down again this time lower, tongue flicking over where raichi’s cock disappeared into you, making you choke around rin.

“holy shit—” raichi’s voice cracked, hips stuttering before he forced his rhythm steady again.

“someone get ready to take over,” otoya said, rolling his neck like he had all the time in the world, but there was nothing casual about the way he was palming himself through his jeans. “she’s not walking out of here tonight.”

raichi groaned your name as his thrusts grew rougher again, sweat dripping down his temple. yukimiya stayed crouched low, licking up every drop of slick that escaped around raichi’s cock, tongue tracing the sensitive seam of your ass until your knees shook. “relax for me, angel,” he murmured against your skin, the soft lilt of his voice completely at odds with how filthy his mouth was being.

rin yanked your head back off his cock, lips shiny with spit, just long enough to sneer at raichi. “move before you cum like an idiot.”

raichi snarled but obeyed, pulling out with a wet sound and giving your ass a sharp smack. “fuck! someone better take care of her,” he muttered, chest heaving.

karasu shoved ness forward with a wicked grin. “your turn, rookie. don’t make her wait.”

ness’s cheeks were crimson, eyes blown wide as he eased down behind you. his hands trembled a little when he spread you open, taking in the messy mix of spit and cum coating you. “she’s… so warm,” he whispered, almost like he forgot anyone else was there.

“stop staring and put it in,” otoya said lazily, though his gaze was locked on you with razor-sharp focus.

ness pushed into you slowly, breath hitching as your walls clenched around him. “oh—oh my god,” he stammered, hips stuttering.

“steady, pretty boy,” karasu drawled, crouching next to you to meet your eyes. “don’t blow already. she likes it when you make her cry first.” his hand closed over your throat, just firm enough to make your pulse spike as he guided your head toward rin’s cock again. “open.”

you obeyed, lips parting, and rin pushed back into your throat without hesitation, groaning at the way you swallowed him down. “that’s it. good girl. keep it up.”

behind you, yukimiya leaned lower, licking a stripe from your clit to the tight pucker of your ass, making you jolt so hard ness groaned at the sudden squeeze. “relax,” yukimiya said smoothly, his tongue circling slow and deliberate until you melted under the attention. “let me in, angel.”

“holy fuck,” otoya muttered under his breath, watching yukimiya’s mouth work you open. “that’s too hot.” he finally stepped forward, unzipping with one hand, the other tangling in your hair beside rin’s. “scoot over, rin. share.”

rin bared his teeth like he might argue, but he let go, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as otoya slid his cock between your lips. “look at me,” otoya ordered softly, voice far darker than his usual teasing tone. “keep your eyes right here while you suck.”

ness found his rhythm, thrusts deep but careful, each stroke making your slick drip down your thighs, and yukimiya hummed low as he buried his tongue in your ass. the obscene wet sounds drove everyone wild. karasu’s hand never left your throat, his thumb stroking absently as he leaned close to whisper, “you’re taking him so well. bet you’re gonna let us wreck every hole tonight, huh?”

you moaned around otoya’s cock, the vibration making his hips jerk. “shit,” he breathed, tightening his grip on your hair. “keep doing that.”

yukimiya finally pulled back just enough to spit on you, then pressed his tongue right back in, working you loose until karasu’s grin sharpened. “she’s ready for two,” he announced. “someone get up here.”

rin crouched down again, eyes glinting with challenge. “move, ness.”

“wait—” ness’s voice cracked as he tried to keep his pace steady. he clearly didn’t want to stop, but karasu grabbed his hips and yanked him back with no patience.

“don’t worry, kid,” karasu said, voice full of mock sympathy. “you’ll get another turn. now watch how it’s done.”

rin slammed into you from behind without warning, making you choke around otoya as your whole body jolted. yukimiya stayed exactly where he was, licking and sucking at your ass while rin’s thrusts rocked you forward, your moans muffled by otoya’s cock hitting the back of your throat.

“yeah,” otoya groaned, thrusting shallowly so he didn’t hurt you. “fuck, she’s drooling all over me. pretty little mess.”

karasu knelt beside you now, fingers sliding between your legs to rub your clit fast and tight in time with rin’s brutal pace. “there we go. come on, sweetheart. cum for us. show everyone how much you love it.”

you did. so loud and sudden, clenching hard around rin, slick gushing down your thighs. otoya hissed as you moaned around him, his own thrusts faltering when your tongue curled just right. yukimiya groaned into your ass at the taste of it, not stopping for a second.

“fuck,” rin muttered, pulling out abruptly, breath ragged. “someone else take over before i ruin her.”

“my turn,” karasu said immediately, pushing you onto your back this time. he slid into you with one smooth thrust, eyes never leaving yours, his grin sharp as ever. “yeah. that’s perfect. watch me, pretty thing. don’t look away.”

otoya crouched by your head, feeding you his cock again while yukimiya took the opportunity to slide two slick fingers into your ass, twisting and curling until you whined. “shh, angel,” he soothed, kissing your knee as if his touch wasn’t filthy. “breathe for me. you’re doing so well.”

ness watched wide-eyed, still flushed and painfully hard, while karasu fucked you in hard, relentless strokes. “she’s gonna break,” he muttered.

“nah,” otoya said with a crooked smile, brushing your hair off your forehead as you gagged around him. “she’s built for this.”

karasu reached down to where yukimiya was working you open and spat on his fingers. “get her ready for me. i’m not leaving this hole untouched.”

yukimiya’s eyes glittered, tongue following his fingers as he stretched you slow and deliberate. “already perfect,” he murmured against your skin. “she can take it.”

“then hurry up,” karasu growled, hips snapping faster, making you squeal around otoya’s cock.

by the time karasu pulled out, yukimiya was already lining himself up at your ass, his hands steady, voice low and soothing. “relax, angel. just like before.” he eased in slow, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, groaning at the tight heat. “god, you’re incredible.”

otoya let go of your hair long enough to stroke your cheek. “ready for a spit roast, princess?” his grin was all teeth now.

karasu slid back inside your dripping pussy without hesitation, bottoming out in one thrust while yukimiya filled you from behind, the twin stretch making your vision blur. otoya fed you his cock again, his rhythm matching theirs while karasu fucked you stupid.

“holy shit,” ness whispered, almost reverent, his hand tight around himself as he watched you get used from every angle.

“eyes on me,” otoya ordered, voice rough, thumb brushing your lower lip as you took him deep. “don’t you dare look at anyone else while we ruin you.”

karasu smirked down at you, sweat dripping from his temple. “good girl. take it. take every fucking inch.”

yukimiya’s pace stayed measured but deep, his breath hot against your neck when he leaned over you to murmur, “you’re perfect. taking us both like you were made for it.”

you came again hard, body arching, every muscle tight as they drove you through it, the filthy chorus of groans and praise only making it more intense. otoya hissed through his teeth when you sucked him harder mid-climax, his own release hitting seconds later. karasu and yukimiya didn’t last long either, both pulling out to spill across your stomach and thighs, leaving you a trembling mess in the middle of the floor.

“still alive?” karasu asked with a laugh, brushing sweaty hair from your face.

shidou’s grin from across the room was pure evil. “oh, she’s alive,” he said cheerfully. “and she’s not done yet.”

shidou crouched beside you, grinning like he’d just won the world cup, but his hands were unexpectedly gentle as he ran a warm towel over your skin. “stay still, princess. don’t wanna waste you before the others even get a second turn,” he murmured as he cleaned you. then carried you to the bed, making sure you’re comfortable.

“drink,” he added, pressing a water bottle to your lips. you swallowed obediently, catching isagi’s worried glance from across the room. kunigami wasn’t even trying to hide the frown on his face.

“i’m fine,” you told them, breath still shaky. “promise.”

“damn right you are,” shidou chuckled, tearing open a protein bar and holding it to your mouth like she couldn’t feed herself. “gotta keep your energy up. we’re not done yet.”

the others didn’t move from where they lounged. nagi lazily stretched, hiori watched with sharp interest, rin sat stone-still. but their eyes tracked every motion. a strange mix of hunger and hesitation hung in the air.

“see? she’s good,” shidou said, licking a stray drop of water from your lip with an obscene little grin. “better than good. just wait.”

your chest heaved, every nerve already raw from the turns before. your thighs were trembling and they downright shook when the door opened again and kaiser stepped inside like he owned the suite, like he owned you. he was followed by loki and charles chevalier who made less of a spectacle, but weren’t less intense.

kaiser crouched next to your head with that smug, golden-boy grin like he was stepping onto the pitch. his finger caught your chin and forced your bleary eyes up. “still with us, princess?” he drawled, bright blue gaze glittering. “good. wouldn’t want you tapping out now.”

you didn’t even get to nod before he shoved his cock past your lips with no warning, no gentle testing of how sore your throat already was. you choked around the intrusion, eyes stinging as he fed it to you deeper. behind you, charles’ long arms hooked under your hips, lifting you off the sheets like you were nothing but weightless cargo. loki was already crouched, position ruthless and precise, nudging bluntly at your ass until you gave.

“open wider,” kaiser snapped, voice suddenly sharp as steel. your jaw burned, but you obeyed and he rewarded you by tangling a fist in your hair and sinking to the base in one cruel push. your gag rang wet and obscene, and he laughed, the sound bright and vicious. “that’s it. choke on it, liebling.”

charles didn’t bother with niceties either. he lined up and slammed home in one brutal stroke, dragging a cry out of you. muffled, broken, stuffed full of kaiser. the force jolted you forward into kaiser’s hips. before you could even adjust, loki followed, sliding in beside charles, splitting you open further than you thought possible.

“mon dieu, she’s perfect,” charles hissed, head tipping back, pace already merciless. “so fucking tight still after all that?”

loki only grunted, lips curling in a cold smirk as he set his own rhythm. both men drove into you in tandem, a brutal double assault that had your vision going white around the edges. every slam rocked you forward into kaiser’s unrelenting thrusts, his laughter shaking above you.

“look at you,” kaiser murmured between steady pumps of his hips, voice quiet but carrying to the others watching. “three holes, three cocks… you were built for this.”

you would’ve cursed him if your mouth wasn’t stuffed full. spit and tears streaked down your face, dripping onto his balls and he grinned wider at the sight.

around the room, the others watched. bachira’s grin was feral, eyes glittering as he elbowed kunigami, who only stared, jaw tight, fists clenching unconsciously. isagi looked wrecked, sweat at his temples, whispering “holy shit” under his breath. raichi let out a sharp bark of laughter when charles hit you hard enough to make the headboard crack.

and shidou… he looked like a man in love and completely deranged about it. “atta girl,” he purred from where he stood at the edge of the bed, pink tongue swiping over his teeth as he drank in the sight. “fuck, princess, you take ‘em so good. didn’t think you had it in you, huh? makin’ me so fucking hard watching you gettin’ wrecked like this.”

kaiser yanked you up by your hair until your tear-swollen eyes met his, cock still buried in your throat. “she’s got more in her. don’t you, liebling?” his words dripped condescension and you gagged again when he pushed deeper instead of waiting for an answer.

shidou moved closer, crouching to your level, voice dropping to a hungry whisper meant only for you, but loud enough for everyone to hear anyway. “you love it, don’tcha? bein’ split like this. my perfect little toy.” his grin went sharp, eyes blazing. “don’t hold back, princess. lemme hear you choke.” his fingers stroked down your throat possessively even as kaiser used your hair like reins. “lemme hear you break for them. don’t be shy.”

loki’s grip bruised your waist as he slammed in harder, growling near your ear, “don’t you dare pass out. i’m not finished using you.” charles only laughed darkly, the sound curling up your spine, his hips pistoning with reckless force. “she takes whatever we give to her. so, so needy.”

their movements synced, cruel and precise. every time you tried to cry out, kaiser shoved deeper, every time your body tried to jerk away, charles and loki pinned you in place, their cocks bullying you into pure submission.

“she’s obsessed with us.” kaiser drawled with arrogance. “look at her fucking eyes. tears everywhere and she still wants more.” he shoved even deeper, groaning when your throat squeezed tight. “god, i might keep you.”

that earned a sharp, delighted laugh from shidou. but his eyes spoke the unhinged, almost feral truth. “you’d have to kill me first, blondie,” he said sweetly, but everyone knew he meant it.

“she’s shaking,” kunigami muttered under his breath, voice strained like he was the one being wrung out.

“nah, she’s loving it,” bachira sing-songed, gaze locked on your ruined expression. “look at her—fuck, that’s hot.”

“she’s gonna break,” kurona said hoarsely, though his eyes never left the way your nails clawed the sheets, how you pushed back to meet them despite everything.

“yeah, but not before we’re done,” raichi laughed.

kaiser tilted his head at shidou mid-thrust, smirk widening. “you’re raising her well, ryusei. obedient little thing.”

shidou just chuckled, the sound deep and delighted, crouching closer until his breath brushed your ear. “hear that, princess? even king kaiser’s impressed.” his fingers stroked down your spine before tapping your cheek in mock praise. “don’t disappoint me now. take ‘em all.”

your throat burned, your body screamed, but the praise, the sheer filth of it, lit something wild in you. you forced yourself to stay conscious, to stay pliant as they used you.

loki’s voice was a snarl, sharp as his thrusts. “good little slut. you’re lucky we’re letting you breathe.”

“don’t give her ideas,” charles muttered, sweat dripping from his brow as he wrecked you with single-minded precision. “she’s greedy enough already.”

kaiser groaned when your throat contracted around him, the sound almost approving. “fuck, she’s learning.”

they didn’t stop. they didn’t slow. every thrust blurred into the next, a relentless rhythm that turned your body into nothing but raw sensation. spit smeared across your chin, tears dripping down, your hips bruised where charles and loki’s fingers dug in.

“that’s it. good girl. take it, take it all,” shidou whispered, stroking your hair even as kaiser used it as a handle to ram deeper.

you didn’t even notice when your vision started to sparkle, when your limbs trembled uncontrollably. too busy clinging to the feeling of being utterly ruined and worshipped for it.

“fuck, she’s gonna cum again,” charles grunted, hips stuttering as he felt you tighten.

“already?” loki barked a laugh, pace cruel. “fuck, let her. i wanna feel her milk us dry.”

kaiser only smirked down at you, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb like he was proud of himself. “don’t you dare stop now, sweetheart. i’m not done watching you fall apart.”

“neither am i,” shidou added, voice amused and electric, and when your eyes rolled back as another orgasm tore through you, his grin went feral. “that’s my girl.” the room reeked of sweat, sex and victory. every slam of hips into yours made you see stars, every filthy word made your body burn hotter. you were shaking uncontrollably, but shidou’s soft, dangerous voice cut through everything. “cum for me now, princess. let ‘em feel it.”

you did. you shattered, body clamping down so hard charles cursed in french and loki snarled as he spilled inside you, thrusts going ragged. kaiser yanked your head forward and shoved deep, groaning when your throat convulsed around him.

“fuck yeah,” shidou laughed, voice gone rough with pride and hunger. “that’s my perfect girl. you take it so good… don’t stop, boys. she’s got another one in her.”

and they didn’t stop. not until you were a trembling, ruined mess, wrung out again and again, every hole used until you had nothing left to give. except for the way you looked up at shidou through wet lashes, still ready to take more just because he wanted it…. but not as much as you do.

your whole body was writhing by the time the last two stepped forward. not from fear, but from sheer exhaustion, every nerve raw, every muscle weak. you’d been taken apart one by one, given water, wiped down just enough to keep you from collapsing completely… only to be thrown back into the storm.

shidou leaned against the headboard behind you, still shirtless and gleaming with sweat, tongue dragging over his teeth as he watched the scene unfold with delighted eyes. “saved the best for last, princess,” he purred. “look who wants a turn.”

sae itoshi didn’t smirk like the others. he just looked down at you like a problem to solve. cold, sharp, annoyingly composed even in this chaos. his teal eyes raked over your ruined body, noting every bruise, every twitch of overstimulated muscle.

and then there was bunny iglesias, the human storm, grinning like a wolf, bouncing on his heels as if this was the warm-up to an even bigger game. his dark eyes sparkled with mischief and hunger.

“so,” bunny drawled, glancing at sae with a mocking tilt of his head, “what’s the bet? fastest to make her cum first?”

“fastest and hardest,” sae said flatly, peeling off his shirt, voice clipped and cold. “she’ll tell us who wins. if she’s still conscious.”

shidou’s grin widened. “ohhh, i like where this is goin’.” he crouched close to your ear, his voice low and molten. “hear that, princess? they’re gonna wreck you for sport. make sure you’re a good girl and give ‘em both hell.”

you barely had time to breathe before bunny dropped to his knees, hands rough on your thighs and pressed his mouth between your legs. he didn’t tease—he went straight for your drenched cunt, tongue lashing in messy, brutal strokes.

“mierde, you’re dripping so fucking much,” he muttered against you, lavender hair falling into his eyes. “guess kaiser and the others loosened you up nice.”

sae knelt on the bed beside you, taking your chin in his hand and forcing you to look at him. “eyes on me,” he ordered, voice soft but cutting. “don’t even think about looking at him.”

his fingers slipped into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as bunny sucked at your clit with merciless rhythm. you moaned around sae’s hand, hips jerking, but he only frowned faintly like he was critiquing your form.

“sloppy,” he murmured. “already shaking and he’s barely started.”

“sloppy?” bunny laughed against you, sending vibrations through your cunt that made your whole body spasm. “she’s about to cum in thirty seconds. watch me.”

shidou let out a low whistle, crouching closer with his elbows on his knees. “oh, this is gonna be fun.” his hand stroked lazily through your damp hair. “c’mon, princess, show ‘em how sweet you are for me.”

bunny doubled down, tongue relentless, two fingers plunging into you without warning. you keened around sae’s fingers as the pressure built sharp and fast, too fast.

sae leaned in close, voice flat. “don’t cum yet.”

“like hell she’s listening to you,” bunny muttered against your skin, sucking your clit hard.

you were seconds from the edge, hips bucking helplessly and then sae’s other hand pressed down on your lower belly, firm, controlling, holding you in place. his teal eyes bored into yours. “hold it,” he ordered coldly. “if you cum now, you lose for me.”

“she doesn’t care who wins,” bunny growled, glancing up with his mouth shining. “but i’m still gonna make her scream.” he crooked his fingers just right and your entire body seized up.

“fuck. she’s cumming,” karasu shouted from the sidelines, laughing. reo shook his head, muttering “no way” under his breath.

you shattered around bunny’s hand, spasming so hard it took your breath away, and he groaned like he’d scored a goal. “fastest. told you.”

“pathetic,” sae muttered, pulling his fingers from your mouth and wiping them on your cheek like you’d dirtied him. “she’ll cum even harder for me. watch.”

before you could catch your breath, he shoved bunny aside and slid down the bed, pinning your hips with cold precision. his mouth was nothing like bunny’s. no wild mess, just ruthless efficiency. he mapped every sensitive spot instantly and attacked it with surgical focus, tongue flat and devastating.

“oh fuck,” ness choked out from the edge of the bed, eyes wide. “she’s gonna—”

you screamed, sharp and raw, as sae sucked your clit hard and slid two fingers inside, curling until you were jerking uncontrollably. your second orgasm ripped through you even more violently than the first, leaving you gasping and shaking.

“told you,” sae said coolly, rising to his knees, lips glistening. “harder.”

bunny just grinned. “guess we’re tied. time to break the deadlock.”

“spit roast her,” shidou sang out, delighted, patting your cheek affectionately. “c’mon, princess, don’t tap out yet. you’re gonna love this.”

sae took your mouth first, forcing his cock between your lips with zero warning. similar like kaiser. his pace was merciless from the start, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your jaw to keep you open. behind you, bunny lined up and slammed into your cunt in a single brutal thrust. you screamed around sae’s cock, the sound muffled and wet, earning a groan from both men.

“holy shit,” raichi muttered from the sidelines. “she’s still taking it.”

“she’s gonna break in half,” kiyora said hoarsely.

“nah,” shidou grinned, crouching close to stroke your hair even as sae used it as a handle. “she’s perfect. the perfect body to get gangbanged.” his voice dropped to a whisper meant just for you. “my greedy princess… don’t you dare stop now. i wanna see you choke on him while bunny splits you open.”

bunny slammed into you with reckless rhythm, sweat dripping down his jaw. “fuck, she’s taking it so good,” he groaned, hips pistoning without mercy.

sae grunted in annoyance when your teeth grazed him accidentally, slapping your cheek sharply to warn you. “focus,” he snapped. “don’t make me repeat myself.”

shidou just laughed. “ohhh, i love when you get mean, itoshi. keep that up.”

every thrust blurred together. bunny battering your cunt, sae using your throat like it was nothing, both men determined to wring another orgasm from you first.

“she’s clenching,” bunny panted, fingers digging into your hips. “she’s gonna cum on me again.”

“not before she gags on me,” sae muttered, thrusting harder. “swallow it.”

you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just take it as they used you, spit and tears dripping down your face, body arching under the brutal pace.

“that’s it, princess,” shidou whispered in your ear, tone molten. “show ‘em. show these assholes how perfect you are for me.”

your orgasm hit like a lightning strike, violent and overwhelming, making you sob around sae’s cock as bunny groaned and fucked you harder through it.

“that’s mine,” bunny crowed, grinning triumphantly.

“no,” sae said flatly, hips stuttering as he shoved deep and spilled down your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop. “that was mine.”

you barely had time to breathe before bunny came too, burying himself deep with a hoarse shout, filling you to the brim.

shidou laughed, delighted and unhinged, kissing your temple tenderly even as you shook in ruin. “fuckin’ hell, princess. you just made my day.”

around you, the other boys muttered and laughed. bachira clapping like he’d watched a circus act, some looking half-wrecked just from watching, raichi loudly demanding, “who the hell even won?”

“me,” bunny smirked, tugging his pants back on.

“no,” sae said simply, already walking away.

shidou just grinned down at you, brushing your messy hair from your tear-stained face. “who cares who won? my girl’s the real champ.”

the room reeked of sweat, musk and the feral heat of victory. the kind that clung to bare skin and stung the back of your throat. every muscle in your body trembled, slick with a cocktail of sweat and spit, legs spread wide because shidou had put you there and no one would dare move you until he decided otherwise. the cold floor bit against your spine, but it was nothing compared to the searing burn between your thighs. your hair clung damp to your cheeks, lashes sticky, every breath coming out broken and shallow.

around you, twenty-three men circled like predators, still panting from the game or from what had already been done to you. some were flushed and hard again, others fisting themselves slowly, cocks glistening with precome and sweat, all of them drunk on the sight of you ruined and helpless in the middle of the room.

shidou crouched near your head like a devil carved from pure chaos, his grin sharp and glittering. he dragged two fingers down your cheek, leaving behind something wet. you couldn’t tell if it was spit, sweat or his own release. “alright, boys,” he purred, voice curling like smoke through the thick heat of the room, “time to show some love.” he tilted his head, smile wide and obscene. “no one leaves her clean.”

your stomach dropped even as your body pulsed with desperate heat. there was no time to plead, no strength to fight. only the sound of the first groan as isagi dropped to his knees between your legs.

“god,” he rasped, hand working his cock in fast, rough strokes, hips jerking as if he couldn’t take his own pace. his gaze burned holes into you—your trembling lips, the bruises along your thighs and hips, the glossy wreck of your face. “god, you’re unreal. fuck.” his voice cracked on the last word as he spilled hard, thick ropes of come streaking across your stomach and ribs. his head tipped forward, shoulders shaking with the violence of his release and he hissed through his teeth like he’d been holding it back for hours.

he barely moved aside before bachira was there, crouched over your chest, grin feral and eyes glittering. “so pretty when you’re ruined,” he whispered, almost sweet, before jerking himself with quick, eager flicks of his wrist. he came fast, a messy arc across your tits, hot and shocking against your skin. but he wasn’t done. no, bachira’s fingers slid through the mess, smearing it across your tits lazily, circling your nipples just to watch you squirm and whimper. he giggled when your body jerked, pressing a filthy kiss to your jaw as he murmured, “still got so many to go, pretty thing.”

nagi came next, slow as sin, muttering, “such a pain,” under his breath like he couldn’t be bothered, but his heavy-lidded stare was locked on your face the whole time. he stroked himself lazily, dragging it out, until his orgasm spilled across your collarbone in lazy, dripping stripes, sliding into the hollow of your throat. his sigh was almost a groan, quiet and dragged out, before he stepped back without another word.

reo followed, teeth gritted so hard you could hear it, his fist pumping slick and fast. his orgasm hit sharp, his hips bucking forward like he wanted to bury it inside you, but he settled for leaving white streaks over your ribs. a ragged laugh broke from his throat, half-delirious, and his head tipped back like this was better than any win on the field.

kunigami knelt beside you, jaw tight like he hated what this did to him, but his cock told a different story, twitching as he worked it hard and desperate. “sorry,” he muttered under his breath, voice cracking on a groan as he spilled thick over your thigh. his big hands held you steady, gripping your trembling leg like he could feel you trying to close them, even now.

chigiri looked almost shy, cheeks flushed all the way to the tips of his ears, his pink hair sticking to his temple. his lips parted on a breathless whisper of your name, so soft you almost missed it—right before he came, heat streaking across your hipbone. his eyes fluttered shut, a tiny whimper slipping free, like he couldn’t believe how much he wanted this.

hiori knelt quietly, his breath shaky, little whimpers catching in his throat as he finished across your belly. his soft eyes stayed fixed on the mess blooming over your skin, like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

nanase and yukimiya came almost together. yukimiya’s perfect smirk barely holding as he grunted through his teeth, while nanase muttered, “i can’t believe—” before his words broke into a strangled moan as white streaks joined the rest across your stomach and side.

then came karasu, low laughter curling through the air like smoke. he knelt by your head, stroking himself in deliberate, teasing pulls before jerking forward. hot ropes landing across your cheek and jaw, close enough you could smell it. “fuck, look at you,” he murmured, and when you turned your head away, he chuckled and grabbed your chin. his thumb dragged through the mess and pressed to your lips. “open up, sweetheart.” you did. you had to.

otoya leaned down next, voice curling in your ear like silk. “perfect little doll,” he purred, finishing across your shoulder in hot stripes before slapping your ass lightly just to see you jump.

kurona was almost silent, biting down hard on a moan as he left his mark across your inner thigh, staring at the streak vanishing into your slick folds like he wanted to dive in after it.

raichi was anything but quiet, groaning your name like a curse as he pumped himself with brutal speed and spilled thick over your ribs. one broad hand clamped down on your waist, holding you in place like you’d bolt if he gave you a chance.

kiyora barely made a sound. clenched teeth, quick strokes, then a sharp exhale as heat spattered across your stomach. he stepped back without a word, though his eyes lingered on you like a brand.

ness looked almost reverent, his eyes glassy as he whispered something in german you couldn’t catch. his come streaked your breast, fingers trembling as he smeared it lightly, tracing the curve just to feel you.

then kaiser. oh, kaiser grinned like sin incarnate, crouching down so his blue eyes burned into yours. “look at you,” he purred, voice like honeyed venom, jerking his cock in slow, showy strokes until the first spatter hit your cheekbone. he aimed the rest so it slid toward your lips, tilting your chin up with his knuckles so everyone could watch. “gorgeous.”

charles muttered something filthy in french, spilling a hot, heavy line up your side and laughing breathlessly when you flinched from the overstimulation.

bunny came quick and harsh, groaning like he couldn’t hold back anymore as he planted his mess right over your navel, claiming the center of you like he owned it.

loki lingered, soft-eyed and cruel all at once, his come striping your neck as he murmured, “magnifique,” like that made it holy.

then rin, silent but deadly focused, his strokes sharp and punishing as he came across your lower belly with a hiss of breath through his nose. he didn’t even look away, like watching you drip was all he cared about.

finally, sae. calm, cold, perfect. but flushed, so flushed as he let his release stripe across your sternum, his gaze locked on your face. no smile, no sound. just possession burning in silence.

and last shidou, your man who made it possible, crouching over you like the devil admiring his favorite masterpiece. his grin split wide, wild, as he jerked his cock slow and easy, dragging it out while his free hand stroked your jaw. “good girl,” he murmured, voice rough and dripping with sweetness as his orgasm hit hot and heavy across your lips. his thumb swept up through the mess and pressed between them, forcing your mouth open. “swallow for me.”

you did, choking slightly as it slid down your throat, tears stinging your eyes while his grin only grew sharper. by the end, your body was unrecognizable. a living canvas, painted by twenty-two hands, dripping with every stripe of their obsession. they all stood there panting, chests heaving, staring down at what they’d done.

shidou looked around, grinning like a man who’d conquered the world. “now that,” he said cheerfully, slapping your thigh like you were his favorite trophy, “is what i call teamwork.”

the room was still vibrating with heat when shidou finally clapped his hands, sharp and loud. “alright, party’s over. out. now.”

no one argued. not even kaiser. they shuffled out one by one, some still laughing breathlessly, others too dazed to speak, leaving you on the floor trembling in a haze of sweat and come and overstimulation.

shidou crouched beside you, grin softer now, eyes bright but calmer than you’d seen all night. “damn, baby,” he murmured, brushing your damp hair off your sticky forehead with a surprisingly careful hand. “took ‘em all like a champ. my fuckin’ superstar.”

your throat worked, trying to speak, but no sound came out. just a shaky exhale that made him laugh under his breath. he slid his arms under you in one smooth motion, lifting you like you weighed nothing. your head lolled against his chest and you felt his heart hammering, fast and steady.

“easy, angel. i got you.” his voice dropped quiet, not the manic rasp from earlier but something warm, almost reverent. “gonna get you cleaned up. no more touching unless it’s me, yeah?”

the bathroom light was softer, golden and the sound of running water filled the air as he kicked the door shut with his heel. shidou sat you on the counter for a moment, his hands cupping your face, tilting your chin so he could look at you properly.

“still with me?” he asked, lips quirking into a crooked smile when you gave the faintest nod. “good girl. so fuckin’ good for me.” he kissed your forehead, a press of warm lips, no teeth, no bite , and that simple sweetness almost undid you more than anything else.

he set you down gently in the tub, steam curling up around you. the water was warm, not scalding like he’d done this a hundred times. he grabbed a washcloth, dipping it in the water, and began wiping you clean. slow. careful. almost absurdly tender for someone who’d just orchestrated a room-wide free-for-all on your body.

“look at this mess,” he murmured, swiping the cloth down your chest, along your ribs, over your thighs. “whole team couldn’t keep their hands off my girl. can’t blame ‘em. you’re fuckin’ addictive.” his voice stayed soft, even as his words burned. “but now you’re mine again. all mine.”

you shivered under every stroke, not from cold, but from everything catching up at once. your muscles ached, your skin tingled, your brain floated somewhere between bliss and exhaustion. when he reached your face, he used only his fingers, warm and wet, brushing away the dried streaks with a gentleness that made your throat close.

“hey.” his thumb traced your cheek as he noticed your eyes glassing over. “none of that. don’t you dare cry on me now. not unless it’s ‘cause i’m makin’ you feel good.” but the teasing edge was gone. his voice was steady, grounding and exactly what you needed right now. “you did perfect, angel. you gave me everything. fuck, i’m proud of you.”

still that was what broke you. the tears came fast, hot, silent at first, then shuddering sobs that made your whole body quake. shidou dropped the cloth immediately, climbing into the tub clothed without a second thought. he pulled you into his lap, water sloshing everywhere, holding you tight against his chest.

“shhh. i got you. i got you, baby.” he rocked you gently, one big hand cupping the back of your head, the other rubbing circles into your spine. “too much, huh? yeah, i know. you were so fuckin’ good though. so perfect for me.”

you clung to him, fingers twisting his soaked shirt, sobbing into his neck. he kissed the top of your head again and again, murmuring praise against your hair. “breathe with me. yeah, that’s it. in, out. there you go. attagirl.” another kiss to your cheek. “still mine, right? my sweet thing. my perfect mess.” he hugged you tighter. “love you like this, even when you’re falling apart on me.”

little by little, the shuddering eased, leaving you boneless in his arms, still trembling but calmer. shidou stayed there, water cooling around both of you, not moving an inch until your breathing leveled out.

“think you can handle me towelin’ you off and putting you to bed?” he murmured finally, lips brushing your temple. “no more games. just me takin’ care of you now. you deserve it.” you nodded weakly, and he grinned softer than ever, almost boyish. “that’s my girl.”

Jealous sex with Qifrey doesn't mean his hips snapping against your ass at a brutal pace, or his touch straying far from the gentle touch you've become accustomed to—although his touch is not as tender as it was.

Jealous sex with Qifrey isn't him verbally degrading you or teasing you more than he normally does.

Jealous sex with Qifrey is him trying to find comfort in you. Every word that slips from his lips is a plea for security. When you try to hold your sweet moans from his ears, he grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye, and with a pitiful beg, "Let me hear you. Let me hear the efforts of my love."

Qifrey's thrusts are paradoxical. Slow and sensual quickly becomes frantic and sloppy. There is no sense to his motions when he struggles to comprehend his jealousy. He's not mad at you, but the world itself. He doesn't want to hurt you, but he has no other outlet for these vile feelings brewing in his heart.

Jealous sex with Qifrey means a lot more marks around your neck that resemble the ring of the glyphs he's always making. They're scattered around your neck, shoulders, and inner thighs.

Kisses are deep and a fight you can't win. His tongue explores the crevice of your mouth, dominating your tongue in his yearning. His kisses go beyond just your lips. His lips trail down your body, taking your breast in his mouth while his hands feverishly knead at your skin. His touch isn't as gentle as it usually is. It's desperate. His fingers dig into your skin, kneading it between his fingers while his hips hump against you pathetically.

Every moan, whine, and cry is magic to his ears. He pleases you so that you can scream to the world that you are his.

"Tell me how good I make you feel."

"Don't be shy darling, let me hear you."

"I love you…I love everything about you…you love me too, right?"

Whirr, hum, whirr, hum. The white box is trudging its years-old components to make sure your skin doesn’t melt off. The sun had become a̗̾ͣ͘n̡̻̱͎͙̦̯̿ͯ͊ͤ̉o̪̥̞͇̖ͨ͋ͫͅmͨ̚͞a̠̠̫̙ͫͪ̀̈l͌̈͆͌ͬ̓̌ơ̯ͧͮͣü̱͓̱̭̩̾̊̇́͞ͅṡ̜̝͎̥͉̞̬̂ͬ too hot apparently, too hot that the sun rays people used to bask into now burns them into a crisp.

Along with the sun reverting back to its archaic reputation of being the deadly laser that formed this godforsaken earth (it seems to have changed its mind now — not surprising really, after witnessing the shit humans have been up to lately), there also seems to be a long stream of problems coming along with it.

“IPC officials have scouted at least twenty thousand dangerous individuals c̳͊̄͑͞r̩͕̦̹̩̘̲ͥ̿ͬẹ̢̓ͬ̉̀̏̆a̫͠t͇̣̞͖̽ͨ͆͠u̸͈̣̤͔̤r͍̊͆̒ͪͬ̚e̜̗̘͛ͨͣ̿͛ͣͣs̱̮̥̊ͥͯ́ͣ̆ that are suspected to have come after the deadly solar flares. These unidentified visitors are a major concern of safety, please be guided accordingly.”

Hum, whirr, hum, whirr, hum.

“Be wary of these traits, if spotted in an individual, escape immediately.”

The reporter on TV disappears from your sight, replaced by a plain white infographic with the logo of the Interastral Peace Corporation in the top part. The bold letters spelled out “signs” of the dangerous individuals.

-Visitors are believed to have come underground, so they have soil buried beneath THEIR fingernails, especially ones too deep in the nailbed.

-Rapid eye movement and bloodshot eyes.

-Insects inside the ears. 

-Unnatural amount of teeth and bleeding gums.

-Rashes and skin irritations, especially in the hands and legs.

-Black patches in skin.

-Aversion to cameras and photography, they appear blurry in photographs.

After what felt like a long minute of staring at random bullet points and the IPC logo, the reporter returns on TV. There was no other news, so he  just smiled at the camera. And then left these words to the viewer:

“Stay safe, don't get burned!”

He disappeared again, probably for good this evening, as the IPC numbers are the only thing left on your TV.

You turned it off, now the only sound that remains is from your air conditioner.

Whirr, hum, whirr, hum, whirr.

KNOCK 

KNOCK KNOCK

“Hey partner! You good in there?”

Startled, you dropped your remote. Who the hell just comes up to a house like that? Filled with paranoia from the earlier newscast, your heartbeat races at the voice. Warily standing up, you headed to your door to look at the peephole.

“Hey…uh, I’m Phainon! Can I stay with you for the night? Please! It's scary out here and-”

“Sorry, I’ll have to decline.”

Outside was a man pale as snow, his white hair elevating the seemingly lack of blood flow further. You noticed that as you spoke of your decline, his stature slightly drooped, yet with the way he's leaning into your door tells you that he's on the taller side. 

“Wa-wait! Hear me out please, I promise I’m safe! I just really need a shelter-”

“I’m sorry”

The man leans in further, his pleading blue eyes seemingly staring directly in yours. A sun tattoo on his neck came into view, momentarily catching your attention. 

He looked okay, really, yet the prospect of having another housemate and losing them through your own hands have successfully cleaved off at least half of your sanity. The visitors are rampant in their mimicry of humans, and god forbid if you have to kill off another thing — whether it is a human or something that looks just like it.

You clutched your rifle tightly.

“...”

The other side goes silent. Thinking he just gave up and left, you turned your back and walked away from the door.

“...if you need anyone to accompany you, I can do that. You don't have to carry these burdens alone, okay?”

You don't know what has gotten to you — maybe his words did, but your hands reached to the doorknob and twisted it.

“Thank you so much, I thought I was finished out there.” Phainon heaves a sigh, slowly walking towards your couch before sitting down, his knees and legs slightly shaking.

“Are you a visitor?” 

Phainon looks up to you wide-eyed before shaking his hands in front of him, his head shaking in disagreement at the same time.

“What? No! Of course not. Please, my promise is genuine, I’m willing to help you in exchange for a place to rest. Please, trust me.” He looks at you straight in the eyes with a pleading look in his.

“I was hopping from place to place before this house, you're my savior really, nobody is opening the doors for me I almost gave up.” He continued, his posture so hunched down as if trying to look smaller than you while saying it that you felt a little bad for him.

But you still can't shake the unease in your head. It's like a cold chill constantly reminding you that by doing this, you're back at the start of the cycle of endless doubts.

And then possibly losses.

He seemed like a good man, a pitiful one even, with the fact that he doesn't have a permanent roof against the sun that turned faulty on all of you. At times like… these, the humanity in you wishes that you could extend a helping hand to him — probably the last vestiges of instinctual human compassion trying to claw its way out of your heart.

But at the end of the day, you are indeed, human.

And you're scared, and hurt, and confused. Because humans exposed to the crushing pressure of survival are more likely to close their walls off in hopes of lessening their burdens.

(or more like trying to stop themselves from giving out pieces of them only for the other to take it to the grave. Again and again until they have no more pieces to tear off of their bodies.)

(strange humans, really.)

“Hey… sorry if this seems blunt, but keep your distance. The room upstairs is free and I’d appreciate it if you stay there more.” You offer him a thin, half-hearted smile before heading towards your kitchen.

So in hopes of keeping what's left of yourself whole, you hide.

You're not used to hearing breathing after all the times that you're alone with the hums and beeps of your air conditioner.

You glance at your side after seeing movement in your periphery, there stands Phainon in the doorway, looking in your direction. He looks around tensely, before stepping backwards, as if to keep distance from you.

“I’m sorry, I didn't know you're here.” He shoots you an apologetic smile before turning around.

Against your better judgement, you called out to him.

“Phainon.”

The man froze in his tracks, surprised with you suddenly acknowledging him. As for you, it was too late before you realized what you blurted out.

Oh well, you've been mulling this for a while now, better get over it.

“Uhm… let's talk?” You trailed off, before revealing a second cup in your hand and giving it to him.

For the first time since his two-week long stay in your house, he beamed. To be fair, the only time you acknowledged him prior is when you coldly told him to keep distance when you first met that night.

For the following days after that, he floated around your home. Using the kitchen after you, washing up before you, and just, living in parallel to you, never really meeting. You did the same to him, offering him measly nods and stares when coming across him.

Like ghosts learning to coexist in their lonely haunting grounds.

But you're tired of the charade you made yourself, wordless guesses of each other had worn down your already thin patience. There was a time where you stared up at your ceiling all night and realized you're living with a complete stranger, who stayed as a stranger because you refused to talk about it. 

“About your…” You paused for a second, your mouth suddenly feeling dry, nonetheless, you continued, “...stay here, how was it?”

What the hell even is that? You mentally smack yourself. But alas, you really don't have any topic in mind to share and you're desperate to smooth out this problem as soon as possible.

“Pretty good, pretty good!” Phainon immediately chippered, his mood clearly going up from the interaction, “Ah! Did something happen? Need my help? You're usually not one to start conversations like this.”

“Ah… that.” You cleared your throat a bit, “I was just thinking about…how uh, cold we are no? I’m sorry you've been living in here for weeks now and I don't know anything about you except your name”

“No worries! I understand why you are so distant. Times like this… it's just safer when you're alone right?” He replies, eyes boring into yours for a minute before he turns his pupils away, “But! That's why I'm so thankful to you! You sacrificed your peace of mind just to help poor me. Ah, now that we're talking about that-”

Phainon suddenly leans down to grab something from the floor. It turns out to be a bag, he starts rummaging through it, bringing out a bunch of supplies. A pack of spearmint candies, canned goods, a pair of toothbrushes, tubes of topical medication and some hygiene products.

“Okay, I think that's it…?” He trails off as he shakes the bag to empty it. “Alright, here's my little stash, if you need anything just help yourself. I used to go out at night to buy groceries, however I kinda stopped after I ran away from my apartment. Still, if you need anyone to run up things for you, just call me~” He gestures with his fingers what looks like a running motion while his other hand points at your door.

You let out a small laugh, “Why would you bother? Just ask the delivery guy to drop the goods here.”

“Delivery?” He tilts his head, eyes darting to you again, “No way.” 

“Uhm-”

“Why hire a delivery guy, I'll do it for you.”

You really don't know why he's so eager to talk and help you. Perhaps it's because of the fact that you really did sacrifice your peace of mind just to put a roof over him, but his enthusiasm when it comes to this entire “setup” is… a bit jarring to you.

It's the first time in a long, long while since you've seen such bright emotions.

“Phainon, I accept your thank you. But don't bother with the grocery run-ins or, actually, any stuff in this house. I'm simply worried about you just going back out there.” You sighed at him.

But that only earns you a laugh from him.

“Hah? I think,” He stops for a bit before bringing his face close.

He seems to have a liking at staring directly into you, now that you've noticed.

“They are the ones who should worry about me!” He suddenly exclaims, before laughing with a ‘just kidding, don't worry about me!’

“Oh, it's getting late now, night-night partner!”

What a weird guy.

“See Phainon, this is why we leave the essential groceries to the delivery guy.” You plopped down at the sofa, holding a bright blue, mixed berries flavored, children's toothpaste.

“I have never seen a mixed berry flavored paste before, I always had the boring rotation of mint, spearmint and peppermint. They taste the same almost every time by the way.” Phainon sits down with you, taking the box out of your hands to open it.

“Yeah right, you’ve never seen it because it's probably been years since you had the need for any toothpaste remotely the same as that, it’s made for kids ages 7 and below!” 

About a month after your “talk” with Phainon, you've settled into a rhythm within the household. While the usual habits of staying in your respective rooms and using the sink one after the other still remained, the two of you now watch T.V. and do boardgames together, as a way of acknowledging each other's presence at least.

Phainon has never shut down the idea of doing grocery runs for you, always asking if you want something from the store every night. At first you only humored him for the sake of shutting him up, asking him to buy you snacks and skincare products, basically things that you don't need but want.

But then the actual supplies had depleted and you finally decided to heed Phainon’s request for a full grocery run-in. Absolutely delighted, he immediately rushed out of the door at sunset.

And now you are regretting your decisions because while Phainon is pretty on point on your snack cravings, he has absolutely no sense of what essentials to actually purchase.

A kid's toothpaste, some new tubes of medicine you're sure you're still seeing three of in your drawers, new perfume and a travel-sized shampoo.

That shampoo is going to last you three washes.

The food selection however is fine, and you thank him for that. But you've promised to just let the night delivery handle your toiletries no matter how much Phainon begs to be let out again.

“Okay… sorry, I got carried away and got lost in the store. Here, I brought some candy and popcorn, let's eat it while watching some movies?” He pushes a plastic bag in your direction before standing up and plugging your T.V. on.

If there's one more thing that's really good about Phainon is that he has all these knick-knacks on him. For some reason, in the middle of all things, the guy has found a set of DVDs, boxes of boardgames and some entertaining books. It gets you entertained too, and considering all that's around you, you're thankful for the distraction.

You lay there on the sofa, staring at your ceiling. And then on Phainon himself. He's tall, has a great build. His white hair is always disheveled but you’re quite used to it now. If there's anything that's sticking out, it is that he looks oddly paler than normal and the contrast of the bright yellowish-gold sun tattoo on his neck makes it all the more noticeable.

Other than that he looks healthy, on the normal side even. You really can't imagine what made a capable-looking guy run away from home.

Well, it's not like you can make sense of anything that's happening to the world right now anyways.

Maybe because you've spaced out while Phainon is in your sight too much, you've also noticed some things around him. How his disheveled hair sometimes forms an antenna in his head and how that always seems to break your thermostat, as if sending a signal to it.

“Duck your head Phainon, my poor air conditioner.”

Unfortunately, your warning came in a second late as the thermostat reading suddenly shot up, 19°… 33°… 55°…

And then back to 19°

And then it just blinks to its death.

“What- Oh fuck did I kill your air conditioner?” Phainon waves his hand to the white box, but fortunately it is still working, it's just that the thermostat is now useless. “Oh, just the thermostat. Don't worry, I think I can fix it as long as the main air-conditioning still works.”

“Okay, enough with the distractions let's go actually watch something,” Phainon settles beside you, opening a bag of candies before handing it to you.

You've now realized that the lights are also off, with the glow of the T.V. being your only source of illumination. The movie begins, and by the looks of it, it's going to be another romance movie.

Phainon does sound like he's a fan of the romance genre, with how much of it he has. You've never gotten to asking him where he gets his stuff. Maybe it's all that's left in his old place? Still with how much he gushes about the scenes, you think that maybe he genuinely likes it.

“Wouldn't it be nice to get married and walk together under some sunshine?” Phainon suddenly mutters, the scene of the couple playing together on the sunny beach.

“Huh?”

“I mean, don't you miss the warmth?”

Right, warmth instead of heat. You truly miss it. When sunshine kisses your skin instead of searing it, when you can take long walks in the afternoons until sunset. When sunrise meant new beginnings instead of just another day to survive.

“Yeah, of course, I miss it. Now I see how romantic basking under the sun together is, too bad it's a little too late of a realization” You just laughed the thoughts off softly.

[Dearest, it's not too late for us.]

Phainon wraps a blanket around your bodies, snuggling closer to you. Times like this make you realize how much you miss having something, someone, to be around with. In the past few months, Phainon has become a daily part of your life. Finally after a long time, you've been talking to another person again.

You think, for the first time, you felt safe. For there's finally someone that will watch your back when you decide staying guarded feels too heavy.

This time, sleep comes to you easily.

You are woken up with the sound of the faucet running.

Trying your best to roll around and block out the noise, you can't, because the sound of someone scrubbing something rouses you awake.

Now that you've noticed it, your throat kind of feels hoarse and sticky. A nauseating aftertaste still lingering somewhere in your mouth.

Crap, you inhaled all those sweets yet fell asleep without drinking water and brushing your teeth.

Rubbing your eyes, you still hear the scrubbing from the direction of your sink. Phainon must still be brushing his teeth with that stupid bright blue toothpaste. You laughed to yourself. 

You've decided to just wait until he finishes brushing his teeth. However minutes have passed and you still hear the schick schick of his toothbrush. And the faucet has been running for a while now, so you decide to call out to him.

“Ack! O-oh… you're awake? For how long haha… Oh! Are you gonna brush your teeth? You ate a lot of sweets no? Just let me finish up.” Phainon frantically answers you, his hands almost throwing the bright blue tube of the toothpaste directly into the sink.

He then quickly spits out the foam before marching to his room immediately while yelling a ‘goodnight!’ to you.

You've always noticed that he takes an awful lot of time on the sink, sometimes just washing his hands absentmindedly or brushing his teeth at least a minute or two longer than usual.

Standing up, you headed to the sink yourself for your turn. Isn't that gonna scrub his gums off or something? You wondered while picking up your toothbrush that's sitting on the same cup where Phainon’s is.

You noticed however, that aside from the absolutely decimated bristles, its color is also…off. The bristles are yellowing and there are some wet, reddish stains on the handle. 

It's strange, Phainon never came off as someone with bad teeth hygiene, at least not something that you can smell when he inevitably “accidentally” pushes his face close to yours. The bright blue children's toothpaste comes into mind, that certainly would not leave red stains, no?

Ah hell, did Phainon buy a separate fruit-flavored toothpaste behind your back?

Today, you have taken one good look in your home and have realized that despite the apocalyptic situation you’re in, the task of cleaning your house remains. Huffing about the thought of moving furniture to dust them off and unearthing the long forgotten storage boxes, you stretched your arms and back in preparation for it.

Honestly, you’ve thought about asking Phainon for help (since he’s always up in your face about wanting to do things inside the house), however the thought of having to explain the possible findings in your pile of stuff — stuff from before all hell broke loose, you decided against it and just distracted the guy by asking him to buy more snacks for you.

And this time, you gave him a long list, just to be sure, damned your savings will be.

You started with the easy tasks first, like dusting off the things sitting on top of your table and cabinets. You also went in and swept your floors and rearranged displaced furniture. To be honest, your shared living spaces like the living room and kitchen are actually just fine, probably from Phainon maintaining it. You feel bad for sending the guy away but it’s too late for regrets now.

The real problem here might just be your room.

You sighed at the thought of it, but it’s not like that would do anything, so you just decided to go and actually do it. On your way to your room, you passed by Phainon’s room with its door left ajar. Out of curiosity, you took a peek inside it. The room, as you expected, is pretty much neat and tidy. The bed covers and pillows are all arranged and folded, contrary to yours that you just leave as is after waking up.

You’re about to close the door when your eyes caught something further inside. In contrast to the orderly room, one of the bedside cabinets is not closed properly, on the floor in front of it lies a used tube of some medicine.

Tube of medicine?

You’ve noticed that every time you ask Phainon to fetch things in the grocery, he never forgets to buy some of this topical ointment. You even remembered your first real conversation, this medicine is one of those that fell from his bag. You never really paid attention to it, thinking that maybe it’s something that he needs to have daily. 

However that reasoning didn’t stick with you, Phainon has been buying a lot of these tubes, to the point that it’s strange because — who uses that amount of skin medication all at once? And when you look at the tube on the floor again, you realize that it’s all flattened out, it’s content all used up.

Against your better judgement of not entering other people’s room without your permission, you fully opened the door to walk inside. It felt heavy and suffocating seeing the interior of this room once more, as it belonged to your old housemates.

When this apocalypse started, you were still very gracious back then, always willing to lend your home for people in need. They always come and go, telling you that they needed to come back for someone or something, and then you never hear from them again.

The last time you had someone stay a long time was a friend who was just visiting the city and a man who begged the two of you one night, claiming that something was coming for him.

Your friend was visibly scared of him, however you felt so bad for the trembling man that you let him in. All is well for a few weeks for the three of you.

Until it's not.

Until one morning, in this very room, you found your friend lifeless under the bed. 

The man was gone too, and after you called the IPC, they have confirmed that it's indeed a visitor that you unwittingly let inside your home. Their masked faces offer no consolation (maybe except for one) as they cleaned the scene like it’s just a messy bedroom.

In this room, you had your first encounter with a visitor.

And in this room, you have sentenced yourself murder of a friend. You have killed someone because of your ignorance.

And therefore, you locked yourself up, vowing to never let in anyone again.

But just like how you've ignored your vow of isolation, you also forced yourself back in this room, and it's out of extreme curiosity of your new housemate. You laughed to yourself, I will always be a bad housemate huh? 

You pulled the cabinet open, and what's in there bewildered you extremely.

A pile of flattened — you squint your eyes, Hydrocortisone tubes. It's a huge pile, there's probably more than fifteen of those. This is all so strange, where the hell is he using all these ointments?

Your mind floats back to the nightly IPC news segment you used to zone out into. You haven't seen it in a while since you've replaced it with movie nights with the snow-haired guy who keeps insisting that it will just cause you unnecessary stress.

Thinking back, they used to show a list containing visitor traits to look out for. Your entire body suddenly gets chills the moment you start listing it down to your head.

…insects, bleeding gums, weird teeth, itchy skin and rashes-

Itchy skin and rashes?

You look at the hydrocortisone tube in your hand, the green label boasts 100% effectiveness against rashes, burns and inflammation. 

You drop it and leave the room

For how long are you going to keep denying it?

You rush into your room and lock your door. Breathing heavily, you curled up in front of it.

Phainon has always been an odd guy. He's just a bit weird and quirky… please, right…? But the months of denying your reality, months of desperate praying that it's not that comes crashing down right in front of you.

Phainon is indeed odd, but he's odd in an odd way, if that makes sense. He's clearly way too much of an experienced guy, based on his ability to repair all things inside your home and his life stories before this apocalyptic mess happened to be that stupid over simple things like grocery lists and medicine dosage.

He's weird in all the weird places, for the lack of better description.

But he's fun, charming… and you've seemed to have developed an endearment to him. He's cared for you a lot, kept you sane when you thought a visitor is trying to get inside your house, and he's just-

He's just someone that's easy to be with.

So the thought of possibly getting rid of him pained you deeply. Just right after getting used to having someone by your side again, how unfortunate.

Suddenly, you hear the front door open. You slowly lifted yourself up and swallowed the sobs threatening to fall.

You'll give him one last chance. 

“Heya- oh, what's this broom for, did you clean something? You should've waited for me so I could help you!” Phainon exclaimed as he dropped a large bag of snacks that you had asked him to buy.

“Hm, no need, the house is actually already clean haha… did you clean it before?” You timidly answered him, which made his head tilt a bit.

“Well… yeah! What do you think? Pretty good right? I maintain our home daily just so you know, so don't bother with the cleaning,” Phainon laughs, sitting down on the sofa and opening his arms as if to showcase your very much cleaning living room.

“Yeah!” You try matching his enthusiasm but failing. You sighed at the attempt and just sat with him on the sofa, “Hey… can I ask you something?”

“Hm? Yeah sure, what's up?”

“Do you… have any skin conditions?”

Stupid, stupid, when will you accept it?

Phainon freezes up for a moment before turning towards you, “Ah… this is embarassing…did you go inside my room?”

“I- I’m sorry… I couldn't help taking a look because it was open, and I just so happened to see a used tube of those medicines you buy a lot… so I was curious.” 

“Yeah, I have… a really sensitive skin that easily reddens if I get into contact with some triggers and I'm not really sure where to get it checked out because I don't know a clinic.”

“Sorry for worrying you,” Phainon offers an apologetic smile.

Liar.

For the first time in months, you missed your daily movie night with Phainon.

You stayed in your room, curled up to your bed, the rifle sits between the gap between your mattress and bedframe.

For the first time in months, you brought this out again.

You're frustrated with the long, black firearm beside you. It was given to you by an IPC soldier who sympathized with your tears after what happened that day.

Just pull the trigger if you feel unsafe.

Can you though? Can you do it to someone who has done nothing but care for your well-being? The one who made you smile and forget about the hellish world you're currently living in?

No, you absolutely cannot.

But evidence doesn't have feelings like you and it never lies.

The excessive use of medication.

There was also a time you noticed weird stains on his almost decimated toothbrush — it's not a new funny fruit flavored paste, it's fucking blood. And the reason he almost seems to eat away at the bristles is that it probably has more teeth to grind into.

And when he thinks you don't notice, he stares into you a lot, sometimes putting his face so close to yours because his eyes are always shifting and moving when his vision is not zeroed into you.

By gods, the first thing he did after getting your permission to stay is wash his hands off. 

So dirt does not get into the stuff here, he said.

How many more signs until it sinks in to you?

“Just one more.”

Just one more confirmation to end all of this.

You clean your room that night.

And as if to mock your current predicament, buried beneath old photo albums and dusty plushies is a digicam. The Kodak logo on the top of its lens has almost faded away, however the thing still magically works after you left it plugged in for two hours.

Just one last confirmation. 

One last chance to prove every accusation wrong.

You carry the small silver camera in your pocket and bring it out with you. Phainon immediately looks over to you and smiles. Your heart sinks with the gesture. I’m so sorry.

You smile back at him and head to the kitchen. Phainon is focused on the T.V. to notice that you didn't fully enter and instead slowly took out the device from your pocket.

click.

click.

click.

You then proceeded to grab a snack from the bag he brought home earlier. You can hear Phainon whining as to why you're going to eat that alone instead of sharing it with him when you go back to your room.

At first you blamed it on shaky hands and nervousness.

You opened up the camera with dread, praying to every god that all your assumptions are just due to unfounded paranoia.

But what gods? Have you seen the hell outside?

The first photo showed you something. It's definitely Phainon but he looks as if he's a fading memory, translucent and all flowy in the wrong directions.

The second photo isn't any better, it’s so blurry, so blurry you only see a white humanoid shape in the middle of your yellow walls.

The third photo is damning.

It was also the one that confirmed it to you like a punch in the gut that, no, you didn't take the photos wrong. There it was, the patterns of your yellow walls and the air-conditioning all vividly clear. 

With Phainon nowhere to be found in the photo.

Tears started blurring your vision, but before you can even form a sob a knock comes in.

“Hey… are you sure you're really okay?” Phainon's worried voice can be heard from outside the door.

“Yeah..yeah! Uh, just tired so-” You tried forming a coherent response but he interrupted you.

“Are you crying?” 

You didn't get a chance to answer as your door flung open. There stands Phainon with a distraught expression on his face.

And there you are sitting on the floor of your room in tears while holding a camera.

Didn't you lock the door?

“Phainon-”

In your shock, Phainon suddenly lunges at you, pinning your shoulders to the ground. The camera you're holding flies off your hand, rolling over to show to the both of you what's on the screen.

“What a̧̬̮̠̥̳̱͈͐̑̿ͬrͬ̊ͮ̇ͭȅ̱̰̔ͤ͊̓͛ you doing?” Phainon, as always, brings his face extremely close to yours. He's breathing heavily, and you can feel the warmth in your face.

It smells like berries and iron.

And there it was, droplets of blood falling from his mouth and nose, staining your shirt.

“Phainon…” 

You liar.

His head stays down, but as his hand travels your neck, you panicked and kicked his abdomen hard. That was able to free you from his grip, you immediately stood up and stared warily at him.

He clutched his stomach while kneeling and looked up at you. His pained and shocked expression broke your heart.

You can't, you can't do it.

He didn't do anything wrong, he didn't…

But as long as that anomaly stays inside your home as if a remembrance of your past grievances, you'll never feel truly at peace.

Your tears finally flowed down this time.

Phainon attempts to stand up and reach out to you but you cut him off.

“I want you out of this house. Now.”

Phainon’s expression now fully transforms into shock. His eyes widened, he suddenly stood up and grabbed both of your hands. He comes close to you, trapping your body between his and the wall.

“Please…why..” 

“Phainon. I want you out this instant.”

“Why-”

“Because you're a liar.”

And because you're supposed to kill or report the likes of him, but your fragile heart cannot handle it. So you just let him go.

“Leave!”

Phainon didn't utter a single word at all when you watched him pack up his things that night.

When he was about to go out the door, he suddenly turned to look at you one more time.

“Look at me please.”

“Please, dearest.”

You didn't.

Your gaze planted itself into the floor before you turned away completely. Nothing else aside from the door clicking shut can be heard from Phainon after that, it seemed like the action itself was enough of an answer for him. 

You went to your room to sleep off your emotions. But instead you stared at your ceiling for hours, with no avail to rest at all.

Standing up, you headed to the kitchen to do yourself a favor and at least rehydrate all the tears you've cried out. You slowly make your way back to your room when your vision lands on the door. Just a few hours ago, you pushed him away in that very place.

Your feet absentmindedly go toward it instead. You stared at the white wood before slowly leaning towards the peephole.

However, instead of the desolate surroundings that you're always used to, you see Phainon’s head bent sidewards from his neck, golden eyes staring at you.

He smiles, wide, all the extra teeth visible.

You fell backwards in shock, the glass you're holding shatters to the ground and as if in response to you, you heard scratching from outside the door.

You didn't dare to look into the peephole again.

Have you always been alone all this time?

There's a bitter taste in your mouth when you think about how all the time you spent with Phainon is built on a lie. That all this time he's not a human at all.

What did he want from you? 

Was it karma for your stupidity back then?

When you remember his voice happily greeting you, you feel your chest tighten.

What if…

But the last time you thought a visitor was just ‘alright’ someone ended up dead. How long would it be for Phainon and you? Just weeks like that visitor or would it take longer before he strikes.

And what you saw on the peephole the night you kicked him out.

There was no way of denying that.

You've reverted back to watching the monotonous IPC news channel every night. While you found out that Phainon has actually left all his collection of movies and books, you didn't dare to touch any of them at all.

Zoning out again, you become more aware of the temperature in your room. You take a glance at your thermostat, it shows no changes in the temperature, still the same number as it was.

But it was colder.

It feels colder.

Maybe your thermostat is failing you now, but you felt like it's been colder lately.

Or maybe you're just lonely.

You stand up and take a closer inspection at the little screen of your thermostat. The number isn't moving, but it's cold.

And you feel like something is w̩̙ͅȃ̶͉̫̠̎̌̀̾t̲̠̱̘̜ͤͤ͗͗̋c̻̠͍͚̍ͣ̆̍̒ͦͮ͝h͇̼̃̓́ͅi͉̞̻̐̾̊̂͐͝n̬͇͇̪̖͓̾̑̃̾ͧ̑͆g̡̠͓̠͕͈͑ͬ.

Ever since you've started living alone again, the sense of security you had isn't the same as when you're still together Phainon. While maybe it was a false sense of security considering his true self, it was still less empty than whatever you're feeling right now.

You have decided to leave the thermostat alone when suddenly the numbers started rising.

KNOCK.

KNOCK.

KNOCK.

Ever since the last time you saw Phainon's true self in that peep hole, you've never looked into it again. 

But the incessant knocking just keeps getting louder and louder, so you piled up whatever courage that's left in you and took a peek.

“You alone in there? Haha, of course you are.”

It was Phainon, and he's carrying a severed head of an IPC soldier. You lurched when he brought it closer to your view.

“I'm always watching you! And it seems like these guys do too, but… I'm the only one who can watch you, so they're gone now, don't worry!”

The measly snacks you've eaten earlier come back up as you breathe heavily through the taste of bile in your mouth. He never fucking left. He was just there outside your house all this time. He is the one that's making you feel all watched and exposed.

He looks a bit different too, his bloodshot eyes have gold irises in them. He's not even trying to hide it anymore. It's rapidly moving but it suddenly locks into yours when he realizes you peeked. 

“You're in there right?”

You quickly shuffle away from the door and head towards your room. The rifle, the rifle, you need it right now.

knocknocknocknocknocknocknocknocknocknocknock

Jumping into your room, you quickly grabbed your rifle. You hunched down right below the singular window of your room. You're not sure if going outside would save you but you, but at this point you're willing to try anything.

The knocking has stopped.

You yelped when you heard a loud crash from the living room. Contrary to your earlier complaints of coldness, the room suddenly feels too hot, way too hot. When you feel sweat fall from your temple, you think that he's close to your room now.

Without hesitation, you immediately jump outside, thinking he's inside the house, however before your feet touch the ground, your body is snatched by an extremely warm pair of arms.

“Shh, it's okay, I got you.”

The voice is deeper than what you're used to, but there's no mistaking that this was Phainon. The arms that are holding you have red marks and blackening torn flesh in them, however he does not seem to mind as his grip on you is still way too tight.

Luckily, you've hit his hand with the body of the rifle and you manage to wiggle free. You turned around and aimed directly at his head. Point blank.

However, instead of seeing golden irises through the blood, you see Phainon's blue eyes staring at you. His expression is bright, and you see the sweet smile he always does when you see him lounging on your couch back then.

Ah… ah- what have I done?

Your mind blanks at the realization. Everything seems to slow down around you. Did you kill someone again? Phainon watches your dazed expression and takes your sudden freezing as a chance. He immediately lowers himself to grab your rifle before you can snap out of it.

You returned to your current situation when you heard a loud crack coming from Phainon. He broke your rifle in half with just a single hand.

He discards the now pieces of scraps and scoops up your body. His grip still remains tight, settling you on his shoulders as if he's carrying a sack.

“So you like that form better… I'll keep it in mind.”

His voice is lighter now, back to the one you've always heard asking about what to buy in the grocery. Same one as the greeting you've come to get used to in the mornings.

“Ever since I saw you, I've always wanted nothing but to keep you safe and remove all your worries.” He whispers to you, “After this, you wouldn't have to worry anymore.”

He's now tightly hugging your form, humming a tune while walking towards an empty field. Just like the rest of your town, it was desolate and contained nothing but weeds and soil.

After what felt like an eternity, Phainon suddenly stops walking and gently drops you into a shallowly dug hole in the middle of the field. It feels like a tomb. Phainon confirms that thought when he holds you by the neck and starts burying you in the soil. 

You couldn't move, his legs pressing down on yours too. You stared at his blue eyes for an answer but he only gave you a bloody smile.

“It's not too late for us, dearest. It's never too late for us, we will walk under the sunlight again.”

He worked the soil pretty fast, your body is buried under it further. Your nails claw and dig into the soil, causing some of them to be uncomfortably stuck under it.

Your exhaustion gets to you and vision blurs. Suddenly you feel his lips on yours, offering a chaste kiss and a taste of iron. There you hear Phainon's strange last words before you blacked out.

“At sunrise we will be together.”

“See you tomorrow, sunshine.”

[seraph's note] “is the song he's humming supposed to be coronal radiance-” yes. 

anyways, oh god i never thought i'd see the day where this thing is finished because i legit started this way back in november LAST YEAR and simply forgot its existence until this month

but yay visitor phainon has seen the light of day :”)

personally, i haven't played “no, i am not a human” at all but i have followed it on streams and such. some of phainon's scenes and imagery here are inspired by the character 'the pale man' in the game, but as always there has been creative liberties going on here lolol many things changed so of course it’s not going to be a 1:1 on the source material.

also there has been a trend of drawing characters in that distinct blue green screen of the game and that has been my biggest inspo for this.

want more? check out the [database.] for other content!

“I—I’m sorry!” you sobbed, clawing at the sheets while your body bounced helplessly with every punishing snap of his hips.

“Too late for sorry.” His grip bruised your hips as he pounded into you, his balls slapping your swollen, tender skin. “Now you’re going to take it until you learn to show some fucking respect.”

Every spank left you trembling, every thrust drove you closer to breaking. When you finally came—screaming his name, tears streaking your cheeks—he didn’t let up. He fucked you through it, harder, meaner, until he was snarling your name and spilling hot inside you, holding you down so you couldn’t move an inch.

When it was over Nanami’s palm lingered on the curve of your ass, fingers splaying wide and digging into the sore flesh like he wanted the bruises to last. You were trembling under him, face buried in the sheets, skin damp with sweat and tears.

“Maybe now,” he rasped, voice wrecked from growling through every thrust, “you’ll think twice before rolling those eyes at me.”

You whined, too fucked out to answer, but he wasn’t having that. His hand snaked into your hair, yanking your head back until you were arching for him, throat exposed. “You’re mine to discipline,” he whispered hot against your ear, biting down on the soft skin until you gasped. “And next time…” his hand smacked your ass again, sharp enough to make you yelp, “…I’ll tie you up and make sure you can’t move until you’ve learned your fucking lesson.” 

Nanami exhaled slowly, the last of the tension in his shoulders finally bleeding out as he looked down at you—face buried in the sheets, body trembling, ass flushed red and glistening with both your arousal and his release. His chest ached with guilt at the sight, even though he knew you’d asked for it in your own bratty way.

“Hey,” he murmured, palm smoothing over your back, gentler now, like every stroke was an apology. “That’s enough. You did so well for me.”

He eased out of you carefully, shushing your whimper, and pulled you into his lap like you weighed nothing. You curled into him instantly, cheek pressed against his chest as his big hands rubbed your sore thighs. He kissed the crown of your head, lingering, as though he could kiss away the sting he’d left on your skin.

“Sorry I was hard on you,” he whispered against your hair, his voice hoarse but soft. “You push me sometimes, princess, but I’ll never push you too far. You know that, right?”

You nodded weakly, clutching his shirt, and he reached for a tissue on the nightstand to clean you up, patient and tender. After tucking you under the sheets, he slid in beside you, tugging you into his chest. His arm draped heavy and protective around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

“Good girl,” he sighed into your hair, pressing another kiss to your temple. “My sweet girl.”

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you, warmth cocooning you until your eyes fluttered shut. He held you as your breathing slowed, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your hip. By the time you drifted off completely, Nanami was still there—solid, safe, the last thing you felt before sleep was his lips brushing your forehead and his low murmur, meant only for you.

“I love you.”

You can’t help it—a soft, muffled moan slips past his fingers. Kento freezes—cock buried to the hilt, unmoving. You whine—frustrated, needy—and push back against him, grinding your ass into his hips, forcing him deeper. The motion drags a low groan out of him.

“Kento?” Her voice rises. “What the hell is going on? Are you—?” You reach back blindly, grab the phone from his hand, and jab the end call button.

The line goes dead. Silence. Then Kento’s hand shoots out—snatches the phone back, slams it face-down on the desk so hard the screen cracks. “What the fuck did you just do?” he hisses. You twist to look at him over your shoulder—eyes glassy, lips swollen. “She was gonna figure it out. You froze. I fixed it.”

His jaw clenches. “You don’t get to decide that.”

You push back again but he stops you clearly angered with you now. “You think this is a game?” he growls. “She’s my wife.”

“And you’re fucking me in your office while she waits at home,” you shoot back. “Don’t act noble now.” His fingers dig in bruising you. Then he yanks you back onto his cock—once, twice—hard enough to make you gasp.

“You’re going to hell,” he growls, fingers tightening on your throat.“So are you,” you gasp. “You’re still fucking me while she waits at home.”

“You don’t touch my phone,” he said demanding. “You don’t hang up on my wife.” He pulls out abruptly—slow enough to make you whimper at the loss—then flips you onto your back so fast the room spins. Your legs fall open automatically; he steps between them, gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks.

“She’s going to keep calling,” you say quietly, chest heaving.

“I know.”

“You going home to her?”

“Obviously she’s my fucking wife.” The words land like a slap. You stare up at him—his tie crooked, shirt half-unbuttoned, cock still hard and glistening with you. The ring on his left hand catches the desk lamp again.

“Then go,” you whisper, voice cracking just a little. “Go home to her. Tell her you were working late. Tell her you miss her. Tell her you haven’t fucked anyone else.”

He doesn’t move, instead he leans down bracing one hand beside your head, the other gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “I don’t miss her,” he says, half truth-half lie. “I don’t fuck her. I don’t even think about her when I’m inside you.”

You swallow hard as he drags the head of his cock through your folds coating himself in the mess he already left. “But you—” His voice drops lower. “You make me lose control. You make me answer the phone while I’m making love to you. You make me want to stay here instead of going home to a bed I don’t even sleep in anymore.”

He pushes back in slowly inch by inch watching your face the whole time. You wrap your legs around his waist pulling him deeper. “I hate you,” you moan, “I hate that I love you. I hate that I’ll let you do this to me again tomorrow.”

His hand slides up caressing your face as his thrusts quicken. His soft lips moving agasint yours. “I’ll leave her,” he murmurs against your lips. “I promise. After the merger closes next month. I’ll file. We’ll do this right. Just… give me time.” Empty promises, you’ve heard them before. But you nod anyway—clinging to him, thighs shaking, pussy fluttering around his cock.

He fucked you harder until you were both gasping, sweating, the desk rocking dangerously. Your pussy spasming violently, gushing slick around his cock, soaking his balls and the desk as your back arched off the wood.

Kento followed seconds later cock pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside you, flooding your pussy until it leaked out in creamy rivulets down your thighs and onto the floor beneath.

The phone buzzes once more—face-down, cracked, ignored. Then it rings. Her name flashes on the shattered screen. Kento tenses still inside you. “Don’t,” you whisper, gripping his arms. “Not yet.”

He exhales sharply and reaches for it anyway. Answers without speaker this time. “What?” he snaps—voice harsher than you’ve ever heard it with her.

Her voice is loud enough you can hear the edge of hysteria. “Kento, what the hell? You hung up on me? I’m coming to the office. Right now. We’re talking about this face-to-face. If you’re with someone—”

“I’m coming home!” he yells—sudden, furious—yanking out of you so fast you whimper at the loss. “I said I’m coming home. Stay there.”He hangs up—slams the phone down again.

You sit up—legs dangling off the desk, cum leaking onto the wood—as he stuffs himself back into his slacks, zips up with sharp, jerky motions. “Kento—”

He doesn’t look at you. Just reaches down and yanks your skirt back into place, smoothing it like nothing happened. “Get dressed,” he says flatly. “Go home. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

You stare at him—chest aching, eyes stinging. “Tomorrow,” you repeat softly. “After you fuck her to make up for tonight?”

He freezes—back to you. Then he turns, grabs his coat. “Tomorrow,” he says again as the door clicks shut behind him. You sit there alone in the dark office—skirt wrinkled, thighs sticking to the desk.

He doesn’t love her. But he doesn’t leave her either. And you hate him a little more every time. But you’ll be back tomorrow anyway.

you turn. he’s still in the doorway, but his eyes have that look—the one he gets when he’s been thinking too hard about something and finally decided what to do about it. you cross the room slowly. he meets you halfway, his hands finding your waist, pulling you in until your chest is pressed to his.

“you’ve been doing everything today,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your temple. “tying your shoes. making breakfast. carrying your own bag. i didn’t stop you. but i need to know why.”

you rest your forehead against his collarbone. “i don’t know. i just wanted to feel like i could handle things. without you doing everything for me.”

he’s quiet for a moment. then his hands slide down to your ass, gripping you firmly, lifting you until your legs wrap around his waist. he carries you to the bed like you weigh nothing, laying you down on your stomach, his body already covering yours.

“you can handle things,” he says against the back of your neck, his voice low and rough. “i know that. but you don’t have to.” his hands are already working your jeans down your hips, yanking your panties with them. “you don’t have to do anything when i’m here. that’s the point.”

you feel him shift behind you, hear the sound of his zipper, feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. he doesn’t wait. doesn’t tease. just pushes inside in one slow, deliberate thrust that has you gasping into the mattress.

“choso—”

“shut up,” he snaps, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades, pinning you harder. “you wanna act like you don’t need me? fine. but you’re gonna take this cock like its the only thing you need.”

his hips snap forward, burying him deeper, and you moan, your fingers fisting the sheets. “you were so fucking stubborn this morning. tying your own shoes like i wasn’t right there. making that shitty cereal like i didn’t already have something ready for you. what the fuck was that?”

you whimper, your body rocking with every thrust. “i just—i wanted—”

“you wanted to be difficult,” he growls, his hand sliding around to your clit, rubbing tight circles that make your thighs shake. “you wanted to prove something. but look at you now. face down, ass up, dripping all over my cock because you can’t even pretend you don’t need me.” his pace is brutal, each thrust punching a moan out of you. “say it. tell me how badly you need me.”

“i- i need you,” you gasp. “cho, please—”

“that’s right,” he pants, his voice dark and mean. “you need me. you need me to fuck you like this because you can't make yourself cum as good as i can. but you’re still my good girl, aren’t you? my perfect little princess who just needed to be reminded who she belongs to.” his fingers work faster, his cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, and you’re so close you can barely think. “cum for me. cum on this cock like the needy slut you are. show me how much you need it.”

you cum with a broken moan, your walls clenching around him, your body shaking. he fucks you through it, his pace relentless, his hand still working your clit until you’re sobbing into the pillow. only then does he let himself go, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing as he fills you.

he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. for a long moment, neither of you moves. then he rolls off you, pulling you into his arms, his hand stroking your hair.

“now,” he murmurs, his voice already thick with sleep. “are you gonna be good and let me take care of you?”

you press a kiss to his chest, your body still humming. “okay.”

he kisses the top of your head. “atta girl.”

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The closet smelled of jasmine, vanilla, and the heavy, grounding cedarwood of his cologne.

You stood before the glass, smoothing the hem of a designer tweed skirt, turning left and right. "Babe," you called out, shifting your weight from one plush slipper to the other. "Is the matching headband too much, or is it just the right amount of extra?"

A pair of long, black-suited arms wrapped around your midsection from behind. Satoru dropped his chin onto your shoulder, his striking blue eyes crinkling at the corners as a soft smile tugged at his lips. Without his usual dark sunglasses, he looked entirely soft, relaxed, and utterly yours.

"There is no such thing as too much pink, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a warm kiss to the side of your neck. "You look perfect. They’re going to adore you. Just smile, let them buy your charity auction tickets, and look beautiful."

You giggled, turning in his embrace to loop your arms around his neck. "I can do that. Being married to you is a full-time job, you know. Very exhausting."

"I compensate you well, don't I?" he teased, nipping gently at your lower lip before pulling you into a slow, deep kiss that tasted like the sweet morning coffee he always shared with you.

You loved your life. Satoru was the brilliant, wealth-laden chief executive of a massive corporate empire, a man feared in boardrooms and fawned over by the media. But to you, he was just your doting, slightly codependent husband who left love notes on the bathroom mirror and let you decorate his sleek, minimalist apartment with pastel throw pillows.

You didn't know much about his past, other than the fact that he went to the same massive university you did. You had graduated with a degree in fashion merchandising— which mostly consisted of looking cute in the front row and passing with a solid C-plus— while he had apparently been some sort of tech and business prodigy. You hadn't known him back then. Your university days had been a blur of bright tracksuits, sorority mixers, and gossiping with your girls. You lived in your own bubbly, glittery bubble. You didn't pay attention to the boys who didn't open doors for you.

You certainly hadn't noticed him.

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The lunch was a massive success. You had charmed the older executives' spouses, secured a large donation for the animal shelter you patronized, and by the time you got home, your feet were aching from your heels.

Satoru wasn't home yet, so you decided to do a little tidying of his private study— a room you usually left alone because it was filled with boring financial binders. But today, you wanted to surprise him by organizing a chaotic stack of old boxes he’d brought from his family’s storage unit last week.

You pulled down a dusty, heavy cardboard box labeled 'Uni - Tokyo'

"Let's see what corporate secrets my tech-genius hubby was hiding," you hummed to yourself, sitting cross-legged on the rug and popping the tape.

Expecting old textbooks or business models, you were surprised when the first thing you pulled out was a thick, black sketchbook. Curious, you opened it.

The pages weren't filled with art. They were filled with dense, manic scribbles. Ink scratches so heavy they almost tore through the paper.

Why are they looking at me?

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

Don't look at them. Just look down.

I hate it here.

Your breath caught. You flipped the pages further, your heart dropping into your stomach. There were no names, just dark paragraphs detailing a crushing, suffocating loneliness. The handwriting was jagged, completely unlike Satoru’s current elegant script.

Beneath the journal was a stack of old student IDs and photographs. You picked up an old identification card.

The name read Gojo Satoru. But the picture... the picture broke your heart.

It was Satoru, but entirely unrecognizable. His beautiful white hair was long, unkempt, and shaggily chopped, hanging over his face like a curtain to hide behind. He was wearing thick, outdated, prescription glasses that completely obscured his eyes. He looked painfully thin, slouching deep into an oversized, stained gray hoodie. He looked like... a ghost. An outcast. The kind of guy people avoided in the hallways because he looked entirely detached from reality.

Suddenly, memories you had buried deep in your brain came rushing back.

"Eurghh, did you see the guy in the back of the library? He was staring again."

"Don't look at him, he’s strange. He literally doesn't speak to anyone."

"I heard he sits in the dark computer lab for twelve hours straight."

You gasped, a hand flying to your mouth. That was him... The campus pariah. The one everyone whispered about, the one who looked so miserable and isolated that people actively crossed the street to avoid him. You had never participated in the cruel rumors—your brain was usually too occupied with matching your lip gloss to your outfits— but you had never stopped to help him, either. You had just walked right past him, laughing with your friends.

At the very bottom of the box, a small, laminated photo fell out.

You picked it up. It was a candid photo of you.

You were standing by the campus fountain, wearing a bright sundress, laughing hysterically at something a friend had said, holding an iced latte. The photo was taken from a distance, slightly blurry, through what looked like a long-distance lens. On the back, written in that same jagged, shaky handwriting, were the words:

She looks like spring. I wish I was alive enough to talk to her.

A tear slipped from your eye, splashing onto the plastic lamination. Your chest ached with a sudden, violent wave of sorrow. While you were living in a pastel dream, the love of your life had been drowning in a pitch-black ocean, staring at you from the shore, believing he was completely unworthy of affection.

The front door of the penthouse clicked open.

"Sweetheart? I'm home early!" Satoru's cheerful voice echoed through the hallway.

You couldn't answer. Your throat was tight.

Hearing no response, his heavy footsteps approached the study. "Babe? Are you–"

Satoru stopped dead in his tracks. He stood in the doorway, taking in the scene. The open box. The journal. The old ID card. And the photo of you in his hands.

The color drained from Satoru’s face. The confident, untouchable executive vanished in a split second, replaced by a terrified boy. His shoulders tensed, dropping into that familiar, defensive slouch from the old photo.

"You... you found that," he whispered, his voice cracking. He looked exposed, stripped raw. He didn't move, terrified that if he came closer, you would look at him with the same disdain the rest of the world had shown him back then. "I'm sorry. I forgot that box was in there. I... i was different back then, you know, i was unwell, messed up. I know it's strange that I had that picture of you. If you want to leave, I–"

You didn't let him finish.

You scrambled to your feet, dropping the photo, and threw yourself across the room. You slammed into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face into his expensive suit jacket.

Satoru froze, his breath catching in his throat. He didn't know what to do with his hands until he felt your body shaking against his. You were crying.

"Hey... hey, princess, don't cry," he panicked, his hands immediately finding your waist, pulling you flush against him. "It's okay. It's in the past. I'm normal now, I swear. I clean up nice for you, don't I?" He tried to joke, but his voice was trembling with a profound, aching vulnerability.

"I'm so sorry," you sobbed into his chest, clutching the fabric of his jacket. "I'm so sorry I didn't see you. I'm sorry you were so alone."

Satoru’s heart skipped a beat. Of all the reactions he had feared— disgust, mockery, fear— he hadn't expected your overwhelming warmth. He hadn't expected your gentle heart to reach backward through time to heal a wound he thought would bleed forever.

"Oh, sweetheart..." Satoru sighed, the tension melting out of his frame. He lifted you easily, carrying you over to the study's plush leather sofa. He sat down, keeping you securely on his lap, cradling you like something fragile. He buried his face in your jasmine-scented hair, breathing you in.

"You don't have to be sorry," he murmured softly, stroking your back in slow, soothing circles. "You were the only bright thing in that entire place. You have no idea."

"You were so sad," you whimpered, wiping your nose on his shoulder, not caring that you were ruining his designer suit. "Those journals... Satoru, nobody should have to feel like that."

"I was really down," he admitted quietly, the honesty heavy in the quiet room. "My family put so much pressure on me to take over the company, and I hated myself. I hated everything. I didn't take care of myself. I thought I was a ghost. But then I'd see you walking across the quad, practically glowing in pink, smiling at everyone, being so sweet to the stray cats on campus... and it reminded me that the world wasn't completely gray."

You looked up at him, your eyes red and watery. "Why didn't you just come talk to me? I was so superficial back then, Satoru, I would have talked to literally anyone who complimented my shoes."

Satoru let out a genuine, wet laugh, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of leftover tears and adoration. "Babe, look at what I looked like. I was a disaster. I didn't want to bring my darkness into your pretty little world. I just wanted to admire you from afar. You were my anchor, even if you didn't know it."

You cupped his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you. "Well, I know it now. And you are never, ever going back to that dark place. Do you hear me? You're my husband. You're brilliant, and handsome, and you deserve all the love in the world."

Satoru’s eyes softened, a profound sense of relief washing over him, completely erasing the ghosts of his university days. The scared, lonely boy inside him finally felt safe.

"I know," Satoru whispered, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. "I have you now. My beautiful, sweet girl. You're my whole world."

"And don't you forget it," you sniffled, finally offering him a small, watery smile. "Now, carry me to the bedroom. My feet hurt from lunch, and you need to take this suit off so I can hold you properly."

Satoru grinned, the brilliant, blinding smile that you loved so much. He stood up, scooping you into his arms effortlessly. "Your wish is my command, princess."

As he carried you out of the dark study and into the warm, sunlit bedroom filled with the scent of vanilla and pink pillows, Satoru knew that the past didn't matter anymore. The gray days were over.

The rest of his life was entirely yours— bright, sweet, and filled with love.

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