High School – Thirtieth Part
“Turns out he was at Genbu-senpai’s apartment after all. Why do they even bother with this kid? Annoying.”
“What am I supposed to do with him?”
“Whatever you like. Snap a picture too. Hehe. Looks like this’ll be a lot of fun.”
“But it’s strange that you’d actually get your hands dirty.”
“There wasn’t another opportunity to get this kid alone. Byakko, the Student council secretary, and the Public Morals Committee keep blocking me at every chance. I couldn’t take him from Seiryuu-senpai’s match too. Honestly infuriating. And don’t get me started on Genbu-senpai.”
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I, Amano Yuu, am in a sticky situation.
You see, I don’t recognize the room I woke up in. Both of my hands are tied behind my back, fixed to the bedpost. No matter how hard I struggle, I can’t break free.
I scan the area some more. There are two people on the other side of the room. It seems like they haven’t realized I’m awake yet. My sleep was dreamless.
Still, the voice from the phone was Hasumyouji-senpai’s.
Huh?
What about Hiroto’s injuries?
Panicking, I try to get their attention. And then I realize one of my captors is Hasumyouji-senpai.
He looks at me as if I were a fool.
“It was all a lie. How stupid of you to fall for it. And to think with how desperately Genbu-senpai tried to protect you, you let your own rashness ruin it all.”
“A lie? Oh gosh, thank goodness.” I smile, feeling relieved.
“Satsuki, is this guy stupid or what?” says the unfamiliar person.
“No idea,” says Hasumyouji-senpai. He turns back to me. “You don’t seem to understand your situation, so I’ll explain it to you. See this guy over here? You’re going to have sex with him. Don’t worry, I’ll record a good video and send it to Hiroto-senpai… That’s right, there’s also Seiryuu-senpai, and finally Genbu-senpai. Let’s have them see you like this. All debauched and lewd, shall we let the seniors know?”
Hasumyouji-senpai’s smile is as beautiful as his face. I can see roses forming behind him. But the contents of his words are outrageous.
I look for a chance to escape but there doesn’t seem to be any opening. Besides Hasumyouji-senpai, there is one other person in the room, a sturdy guy with short hair shaved at the sides. A tattoo peeks out from his t-shirt. How scary. I might be stereotyping him, but he seems to be the kind of person who plays in the city at night.
Annoyed by my silence, Hasumyouji-senpai yanks my hair. It really hurts.
“This idiot is frustrating, isn’t he? I wonder what Hiroto-senpai sees in him. Kai, can you do this quick?”
“Haah. I’m not interested in kids like this, Satsuki. I’ll just play with him for a little bit.”
If you’re not interested, then please stop now! What you guys are doing is kidnapping and confinement you know? It’s against the law!
As I’m crying out in my heart, Hasumyouji-senpai fetches a paper bag from the back of the room.
“Try this,” he says, forcing my mouth open. “It’s a new product. Makes your head float straight to the clouds. Well, good luck. I’ll be watching you from right here, Amano-kun.”
“Hehe. Well, Amano-kun, are you ready? Let me hear a nice voice.” The short-haired guy straddles me, a revolting grin spreading across his face. My legs are pinned down and I can’t move.
(T-this might be bad…)
It feels like my head is bleeding and my hands begin to shake. That guy’s hands are sliding on top of my uniform trousers now. I’m absolutely terrified. With cold eyes empty of lust, he slips his hands down further.
“E-excuse me…”
“What?”
He sounds troublesome. I continue with a trembling voice. “Rape is a crime, so I think you should stop. These things are meant to be done with the person you love.”
As if deaf to my words, he rips the pants off me, unbuttoning my shirt to expose my chest.
“Hah? It’s okay. Can I just thrust in? Because I’m gonna slide in right away. Satsuki, can I barebone it?”
“Dunno. Try it.”
My heart is pounding like crazy now. My phone is in my hands. I have to risk it.
“No, no, no! Stop it!” I scream.
“Stop struggling,” says the short-haired guy, clicking his tongue.
Then freezing liquid is pushed into me. It’s sticky. All of a sudden, I feel as though I were in a different place. Distant. Removed.
Gradually, the place where the liquid was applied feels hotter. I tremble. The sensation of his fingers creeping over my skin makes my body arch.
“Oh? That’s a nice reaction. Satsuki, I’m ready for the shooting.”
Because of the drug, my head is hazy. I don’t think I’m able to make a sound, but I can’t be sure. I don’t even care who is touching me anymore. I just want them to take care of this fever spreading through my body.
I want to feel good.
“Satsuki, where did you find this guy? Amazing. Give him to me when you’re done with whatever you wanted with him… Hm? What was that?”
“Take away your hands,” I say.
His caresses are growing painstakingly slow. It’s so frustrating. It was different with Hiroto. How was he like again?
Sometimes, he’d come off as a bully. More. I want him to touch me more, to caress other places.
Surely, this time…
I free one of my hands, turning to the shoulder of the person in front of me. Our lips press, tongues dancing with each other.
“You’re a good kisser. Hey, here. It’ll feel good here. Please?”