Smiling at the Moon: Volume 2 - Chapter 3 - part 6

The content warning is in the footnotes⁰.

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When Yamada woke up, the room was still dim. He could make out the layout of the room, about eight tatami mats in size, with an alcove taking up one tatami mat. The alcove had a wall, while the right side had shoji screens, and the other two sides were separated by yellowed sliding doors with pine patterns at the bottom. It was a typical Japanese-style room.

Yamada pulled his discarded coat closer and took out his cell phone. It was 1:30 in the afternoon. Realizing it was past noon, he suddenly felt hungry.

Michihiko wasn’t next to him, and Yamada was drenched in sweat. His forehead and neck were sticky, and his shirt clung to his back. His forehead felt a little hot, and his throat was parched.

As he slowly sat up, a sharp pain shot through his left leg, making him cry out. He heard hurried footsteps, and the sliding door opened. Michihiko burst into the room.

“Are you okay, Shinji?”

“…Yeah.”

The futon had kept him warm, but once out, the sweat on his body made him shiver. Yamada involuntarily trembled.

“My leg just hurts a bit.”

When he pulled his left leg out of the futon, he was shocked to see his ankle swollen like an elephant’s. Both he and Michihiko stiffened at the sight.

“We should go to the hospital.”

“No.”

Yamada shook his head.

“It’s so swollen; it might be broken.”

“I don’t want to die. Compared to my life, losing a leg or two is nothing.”

Michihiko looked troubled and fell silent.

“If we move now, we might get caught. They’re not going to search forever. If they don’t find us in two or three days, they’ll give up. We’ll hold out until then. Once it’s safe… we’ll go to the hospital.”

Yamada wriggled back under the futon. It was cold.

“…Maybe it’ll heal if I sleep.”

As he buried his face in the futon, he felt Michihiko’s hand patting his hair.

“Then… let’s at least ice your leg.”

“Yeah.”

Yamada shivered.

“Actually, never mind. Do you have anything I can change into? I’m freezing in these sweaty clothes.”

Michihiko looked around helplessly.

“I only have my underwear. I threw away my original clothes after buying new ones to avoid being identified if I got caught. I should have bought some for you too…”

Before he finished speaking, Michihiko began undressing. It wasn’t a seductive gesture.

“What are you doing?”

“You can wear my clothes.”

Michihiko, now naked, offered his sweater.

“Idiot, you’ll get cold. Forget it.”

Yamada pushed the clothes back but eventually stripped off his wet shirt and pants under the futon and threw them out. He couldn’t move because of his injured leg, so he figured he should have done this from the start.

“Hey, do you have any food or drinks?”

Michihiko handed over two nutritional bars and a bottle of water from his bag.

“Sorry, this is all I have. I brought them just in case but didn't expect to use them. I’ll buy more once it’s safe to go out.”

“No problem.”

Still under the futon, Yamada hungrily devoured the bars. He hadn’t eaten since the meat bun the previous morning, and he was starving. Michihiko watched him with a dark expression. The room was dim and felt gloomy.

“By the way, did you find the breaker?”

Michihiko nodded.

“Yes, but the lights didn’t come on even after I flipped it multiple times. When I checked outside, I saw that the power lines were hanging down… they might be cut. If I contact Mori, he might arrange for repairs, but doing electrical work on this abandoned house might draw attention…”

Not having electricity wasn’t a matter of life and death. There were blankets. Enduring for a few days was better than risking exposure.

“Is the water working?”

Michihiko nodded.

“And we have blankets, which is good enough.”

“Sorry.”

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. I’m the one who got you involved.”

Yamada laughed, moving to the right side of the futon.

“Want to lie down next to me? You don’t have anything else to do, right?”

Michihiko smiled wryly. Did I say something weird? Yamada wondered, tilting his head. Michihiko avoided his gaze and stood up.

“I’m going to keep watch outside. I still feel uneasy.”

“…Okay, sorry.”

Feeling a faint sense of estrangement, Yamada watched Michihiko leave. It didn’t seem like he was in a bad mood, but there was a melancholy about him. Maybe he was getting fed up with this escape.

Not wanting to think too much, Yamada buried his face in the futon. He felt hot, possibly from a fever caused by the swelling in his left leg rather than a cold, as he had no nasal congestion or cough. Drifting in and out of sleep, Yamada thought about being pursued by Soichi.

To Soichi, I’m scum. He should just leave me alone. Is he furious because I let Kimijima escape? Or because I disgraced him? I’m not sure.

Kimijima was a nasty guy. But Soichi, despite being different, also seemed like a kid. Not that I’m one to talk.

Michihiko didn’t return to the small room until the room was nearly dark.

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When Michihiko said he was on lookout, I assumed he was outside the wall, but that wasn't the case. He had climbed into the attic of the storehouse on the property and watched outside through a small window.

We had arrived at dawn, so I hadn’t been able to grasp our surroundings well, but Michihiko explained that the place was tucked away in the mountains with a good vantage point. There were houses about 50 meters¹ apart on either side, but it was unclear if anyone lived in them. It was a typical depopulated rural village.

While on lookout, Michihiko had rummaged through the storehouse and brought various items to the bare small room. These included a small folding desk, a candle, and a ten-centimeter-high² gold candle holder.

“Isn’t that for a Buddhist altar?”

Michihiko laughed, still holding the candle holder.

“It might be, but we need light to go to the bathroom at night.”

He was right about that.

“But you found quite a lot. There’s really nothing in the main house…”

During the day, he had gone to the bathroom and checked the other rooms. There were no essential furnishings like dressers, mirrors, or tables—like the place had been abandoned in a hurry.

“When I first came here, I was also surprised by the lack of furniture. Since they planned to demolish the house, they moved almost everything out. Mori brought a futon for himself. The storehouse was empty on the first floor, but I found a hidden staircase leading to the attic. The attic is quite spacious, filled with old items forgotten by the previous occupants.”

Then Michihiko pulled out a wrapped bundle.

“Shinji, you’re practically naked. I thought you’d be cold, so I looked for something you could wear…”

“Did you find anything?”

I leaned forward eagerly.

“It’s a kimono.”

I pictured the dried-grass-colored one our boss wore during New Year's.

“I brought it just in case, but you don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

When I went to the bathroom earlier, I had dragged myself with my coat on, and it was freezing.

“It started snowing again, and tonight will be cold too. Your shirt and pants are still damp with sweat.”

A kimono might be hard to move in, but beggars can’t be choosers. I unwrapped the bundle, thinking it was like a yukata. The first thing I saw was red fabric.

“What’s this?”

The top item was a thin red kimono. I lifted it, and it was as thin as a handkerchief.

“It’s a juban, an undergarment for kimono. It should keep you warm.”

“You sure know a lot.”

“My grandmother loved kimonos. She wore them during New Year’s. After she had trouble walking, I helped dress her with my mom.”

Whether red or white, warmth was what mattered. I put on the red kimono and then the black one over it. It had a crest and seemed like funeral wear, but it was long and had floral patterns. I was impressed that people were so tall back in the day.

Michihiko wrapped a soft cloth, supposedly a child’s obi, around my waist since a proper one would be too tight.

It wasn’t exactly warm, but it was better than nothing. With my coat draped over my back, I could get out of bed.

After 6 in the afternoon, it was pitch dark outside, with the wind howling loudly. I had two nutritional bars for dinner and crawled back into the futon, still in the kimono. Michihiko wore his sweater with my coat over it and opened his laptop on the desk.

In the dim light of the altar candle, Michihiko was intently staring at the laptop screen.

“What are you looking at?”

“... A message board.”

He replied without looking up.

“A message board?”

“It’s a forum for individual stock traders. I posted that Blue Line Corporation’s stock is manipulated by the yakuza. People are very sensitive. The stock price has already dropped below par value just half a day after my post. The impact of rumors is incredible.”

Michihiko said matter-of-factly.

“Are you sure it’s okay to do that?”

He finally looked at me.

“No one will know it was me. I went through an overseas provider. I also sent the police data on Blue Line Corporation’s double books. They were engaging in fictitious transactions to appear profitable.”

I felt a rush of fear.

“If they find out, you’ll be in serious trouble!”

“They won’t find out.”

“What makes you so sure?”

Michihiko looked at me with innocent eyes.

“Kimijima had set passwords on the important documents. I cracked them while he was away, but it was easy. I guessed the name of his favorite anime character, and it opened right away. I copied all the documents onto a USB drive. The information I leaked is known only to Kimijima, so he’ll be the first suspect.”

“You didn’t need to stir the pot like that. Even if Kimijima denies it, Soichi knows you’re good with data. You’ll be the next suspect!”

Michihiko pursed his lips, clearly aware of the risks.

“I don’t mind being suspected. With this information, the police will surely investigate. They’ll be distracted, which might lessen their focus on you, Shinji.”

I knew he was thinking of me, and it hurt to acknowledge it. I had always wanted to keep him out of this. Yet, in the end, I sought his help. Without involving him, he could have stayed neutral. I couldn’t tell him to stay out of it now.

We fell silent, the sound of the wind amplifying. The candle flickered, the flame making a faint crackling sound.

An electronic beep made me look up. Michihiko closed the laptop.

“The laptop battery is about to die. The phone will last a bit longer, but... I wish I could charge them.”

He muttered.

“How was it outside? Any sign of the gang?”

“Probably not. Hardly anyone passes by. There’s a convenience store about twenty minutes away on foot. I might be able to get some supplies safely. I’ll go tomorrow. Nutritional bars alone won’t fill us up.”

Michihiko huddled with his back rounded, like a sulking child. I moved to the edge of the futon.

“Why don’t you come in? There’s nothing else to do.”

Michihiko didn't reply, just glanced up at me briefly.

"If you fall asleep like that, you'll catch a cold."

Still, he didn't come in. I thought, "Suit yourself," and lay down. Even with my eyes closed, I couldn't fall asleep. I had been dozing on and off all day.

After a while, the room dimmed slightly; one of the two candles had been blown out. Michihiko moved the remaining candle away from the futon and placed it on the writing desk, then slipped in beside me. The futon, warmed by my body heat, felt a little chilly.

Michihiko fidgeted for a bit but eventually pressed against my back. It was annoying, but my back felt warm. Despite feeling distant from Michihiko all day, his closeness reassured me.

"Shinji, if you could escape from Soichi, would you quit being a yakuza?"

Michihiko's voice came from behind me.

"You'll quit, right? Being ordered to kill people you don't want to... you'd hate that too, wouldn't you?"

Being a yakuza is nothing more than a pseudo-family. I should know better, yet I can't say "I'll quit." I can't even think about the future.

"...I don't know."

I muttered dismissively, and Michihiko hugged me tightly from behind.

"You haven't learned your lesson yet."

His cheeky tone made my head flare up with anger.

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"I'm just telling the truth. When will you wake up?"

Even though I tried to shake off his body clinging to my back, he wouldn't let go. As we wrestled in the narrow futon, he kicked my left ankle.

"Ouch!"

I screamed, and Michihiko quickly jumped away, saying, "Oh, sorry."

"You idiot!"

I yelled, curling up to endure the pain. The sharp throbbing gradually dulled. Michihiko began to gently rub my back. Even though I knew he was the one who kicked me, his touch felt soothing, so I let him continue.

"As I said before, Shinji, you could live a normal life if you wanted to."

My body shivered.

"You're not cut out to be a yakuza. Ryota told me you're actually bad at fighting."

As I turned to the side, Michihiko pressed his head against my stomach.

"Quit the yakuza for my sake."

Yamada gasped.

"If you keep being a yakuza, you might end up like Ryota someday. I don't want to regret not stopping you, like Meirin. I don't want to cry like she did."

Maybe I could quit. Even thinking that, I couldn't say it aloud. Being a yakuza had become my identity since I decided to join. I bore the dragon tattoo as proof of my resolve.

When I stayed silent, Michihiko grabbed my shoulders and flipped me onto my back. He straddled me, looking down from above. It might have been the first time he'd looked at me from this angle.

"You like me, don’t you?"

The dim light made the shadows on his face appear darker. Michihiko looked serious... almost frighteningly so.

"...What are you saying?"

"So, in the end, you'll rely on me, right?"

Michihiko lowered himself and kissed me. Though we'd kissed many times before, this felt different. He was more assertive, throwing me off balance.

"Can we have sex?"

He pressed something rough and hard against my stomach, making the request. It was so blunt that I instinctively backed away.

"...I'm not in the mood for that."

Even though I said that he pulled up the hem of my kimono and grabbed my dick.

"Hey, you..."

His grip was rough, but his stroking was gentle. Since I hadn’t done it for several days, I quickly became as hard as a rock. Michihiko pulled down my boxer shorts, held my legs, and buried his face in my crotch.

Yamada writhed in agony from his exquisite blowjob. He remembered back when he first made Michihiko do it, he bit too hard, so he teasingly said, "It's like there's a termite on my dick." It was slightly annoying to be so skillfully pleasured, but he had trained Michihiko himself.

At first, I thought my exposed legs were cold, but as the arousal grew, I stopped caring.

"Hey!"

Just as he was about to cum, he was held back at the base. Yamada reached out to grab Michihiko's hair, but his fingers slipped through, unable to grasp it properly.

"Don't tease me, just let me cum!"

"Just wait a little longer."

With that, Michihiko began sucking on Yamada's testicles. The gentle nibbling on the swimming contents inside the sack intensified the sensation of impending ejaculation.

"Enough... let go already."

Michihiko made lewd sucking sounds as he sucked on the testicles.

"Ah... ah... I said let go, I said let go!"

In the intense pleasure, his hips writhed like a child trying to hold back from peeing. Michihiko, still holding back the base, moved up and kissed Yamada's neck, finally releasing his hand. Even after being released, it didn't come out immediately from holding back too much. With a few thrusts and a "Mmmm, mmmm," he finally ejaculated into Michihiko's hand, which was wrapped around the tip.

When Yamada muttered to Michihiko, whose lips were shining with saliva, "you horny dog," instead of feeling embarrassed, he looked back at Yamada closely. His eyes were strangely moist with a strange sexiness, exuding a drunken allure.

"Shinji, black suits you."

For a moment, I didn't understand what he meant. It took me a while to realize he was talking about the kimono.

"This doesn't suit me at all."

Michihiko touched Yamada's cheek with his left hand.

"I want to do it properly with you, Shinji."

His voice was hoarse, oddly husky.

"We're already being proper, aren't we?"

After showing a moment of hesitation, Michihiko spoke.

"I want to put my penis in your ass, Shinji."

His straightforward words left no room for misunderstanding, and I gasped.

"I want to have that kind of sex."

"Don't be ridiculous!"

Yamada tried to push away Michihiko who was looming over him and tried to sit up, but instead, he was pushed onto the futon face down. Michihiko's strength was overpowering, and he couldn't break free. He felt an instinctive fear.

"Why don't you want to?"

Despite his strong grip, his questioning voice was sickly sweet.

"I'm not gay."

"I know. No one would ever think of you as gay, Shinji."

"I'd rather not be fucked by a man."

Michihiko lowered his eyelashes and showed a sad expression.

"Anyway, no ass fucking. I've played with your ass, but I never put my dick in there."

Michihiko was silent for a while, but after a long, long silence, he muttered softly.

"I've always wanted to do that. But you never did it for me."

"You never even asked me to do that for you."

"I couldn't ask. But I've been waiting for it all this time!"

I knew Michihiko had made up his mind to be with me. He wouldn't have gotten angry even if I had thrusted into him. But still...

I turned to my side and stroked Michihiko's cheek.

"I didn't want to treat you like my bitch."

"That's not it."

He immediately denied it.

"That's not it. Shinji, you were just afraid of making me yours."

A sharp pain pierced my chest as if he'd hit the mark.

"You should have marked me. You should have rammed it in, messed me up, and claimed me as yours. I wanted you to because I love you. But... you're just a coward."

"Get off me!"

I pushed Michihiko off and sat up. I wanted to storm out of the room, but my injured left foot held me back, making me even more frustrated.

"Who's a coward? Don't get so full of yourself."

Without looking at him, I shouted.

"What do you know about me? You don't know what it's like to be beaten by your father, you spoiled brat. Don't act high and mighty, telling me to quit being a yakuza. I'd be better off without you!"

The echo of my shouting faded. Michihiko said nothing, and the wind rattled the window louder. The tatami creaked as Michihiko stood up.

"Do you really not need me?"

I looked up.

"Do you really not need me?"

Michihiko's voice was emotionless, like a robot's.

"If you don't, I'll leave right now."

Without any visible emotion, it didn't sound like a joke.

"If you leave, what will you do?"

Michihiko looked up at the ceiling.

"I'll go home. The trains might still be running. If not, I'll stay at a hotel."

"What if they find you?"

"I'll probably be fine alone."

Michihiko packed his laptop into his bag and put on his jacket.

"Goodbye, Shinji."

Unable to say anything, I watched as he waved his right hand.

"Don't call or email me. Even if you ask for help, I won't come. Saying you don't need me means that, right?"

He emphasized the last words and left the room. His footsteps grew distant down the hallway, and the front door creaked loudly. Then, silence. He left. He really left. I laughed weakly.

"He'll... come back soon, right?"

The wind's sound only grew louder, and the man who had left didn't return. What if he wasn't joking and didn't come back? My whole body trembled, and I felt like crying. I couldn't walk with my injured foot, couldn't do anything alone, and had been left behind. Saying I didn't need him was just a bluff. I didn't mean it. Why couldn't he understand that much?

"Damn it!"

Lying face down on the futon, I pounded the tatami with my fists repeatedly. Each hit made the candle on the writing desk flicker. I kept hitting the tatami until my hands hurt, and then... suddenly, I understood. There's no way smart Michihiko wouldn't get it. He must have noticed.

I grabbed my cell phone and called Michihiko. Faintly, somewhere, I could hear the ringtone. Just as it started to connect, I screamed, "Aaaahhh!" I continued to scream like a madman, "Aaaahhh!" and "Aaaahhh!" Then I heard the sound of the front door sliding open. Footsteps in the entryway, the creaking of the hallway, and then the sliding door opened.

I threw my cell phone at the man who had been hiding. It hit Michihiko in the chest and rolled onto the tatami.

"You... you're threatening me?"

My voice trembled.

"You know you're the only one I can rely on in this situation... and you're threatening me!"

He didn't say yes or no.

"You bastard, you idiot. Go to hell, you piece of shit!"

Amidst my curses, he came closer. When he hugged me, I couldn't tell if I hated him or if I was glad, and it was driving me crazy.

"Don't cry."

He wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes with his thumb.

"You don't have to think about anything anymore. I'll make you mine."

Michihiko's hand wrapped around my waist, and suddenly, the sash around my stomach loosened. Sensing it coming undone, I tried to sit up and back away, accidentally putting weight on my left foot. The intense pain made my body freeze. During that moment, the sash was untied, and the front of my black kimono was opened. The ties of the red kimono I wore underneath were undone almost magically in an instant.

I was pulled strongly, making me fall onto my back. Even though we'd been naked and embraced many times, the change in position made me so scared I almost peed myself.

Michihiko held my head in his hands and kissed me deeply and for a long time. My small nipples were played with, making my breath tremble, each exhale swallowed by the kiss. My small nipples were sucked repeatedly. I had never felt anything from that area before, but the slippery tongue poking them sent a faint tingling sensation throughout my body.

Even a dog would get an erection if its nipples were sucked, and its cock was handled. Without any teasing, he ejaculated and had it smeared all over his anus.

"Hey, Michihiko..."

He told him to stop, but Michihiko’s fingers didn't leave his ass. Slowly, they push open that narrow and tightly closed area. The sensation of something foreign entering made a shiver run down his spine.

"Stop, I don't want this..."

Even though he clenched his ass, his fingers slipped in, using his own cum as lubrication. His relentless fingers stirred inside him, making him scream, "Ah!"

"Does it hurt?"

He was slow to respond, so Michihiko whispered in his ear, "So it doesn't hurt." His fingers continued to explore inside him, while his free hand gently stroked Yamada’s hardening penis. The way his fingers traced his penis made it twitch and tremble.

"...Ah!"

The fingers that had been rummaging around inside his ass hit him on that spot.

"Do you like this place?" Even though he didn't want to answer, Yamada couldn't stay silent as he was persistently pushed there. "Ah, stop... Michi... there... ah... ah, ah..." Not much time had passed since he ejaculated, but the strong stimulation from within made Yamada immediately fully erect.

Even though he's had enough and is feeling great, the finger doesn't stop stirring inside him. Yamada is persistently pushed down and ends up ejaculating again, even though his penis hasn't been touched at all. After being toyed with for a long time until he couldn't feel anything, not knowing if the fingers were inside or not, his insides went numb. Just then Michihiko's body moved slightly away.

Yamada could see Michihiko putting on a condom on his erect penis, and he was shocked to see that. As the realization of what was about to happen slowly sank in, fear crept up on Yamada, and he sat up from the futon.

His arm was grabbed and pulled back, but even at this point, Yamada tried to escape multiple times. "No, no..." His rejection turned into sobs.

"It's okay. I've prepared you thoroughly, so it won't hurt at all."

"But I don't want to..."

As the bodies pressed against each other, his right hand was grabbed and pulled above his head. Then his left hand was also raised in the same way, forced into a surrender position. Michihiko held both raised hands together and tied them with the kimono's sash.

"What are you doing?"

"Shinji, you've done nothing wrong."

He whispered gently, stroking his cheek.

"I'm the one who raped you, Shinji. So, you can blame it all on me."

After kissing him deeply, Yamada’s legs were spread wide open.

"No, I don't want this... Michihiko..."

Something hot and hard touched the still numb spot. It was pushed in like that, and Yamada cried out "Ahhh" in disgust as it was pried open. The intense heat that entered the opening slowly advanced deeper... It was a bit painful, but the pressure was more intense, making him feel suffocated.

Michihiko, who was bent over in front of him, whispered in Yamada's ear.

"Do you get it now?"

It was a sweet voice.

"Do you feel me completely inside you?"

As he shook his head, his hips moved. Yamada nodded forcefully, made aware of how connected they were even though he didn't want to.

"I'll move a bit more soon."

"I... I don't want that."

Michihiko chuckled slightly.

"But I can't do it if I don't move."

After a comforting kiss, Yamada felt Michihiko's hips slowly pulling back. Just when he thought he would be released, he was thrust forward, and Yamada let out a cry. Instantly, he blushed. It sounded like a moan from an adult video. Michihiko also looked surprised, and Yamada was on the verge of tears from embarrassment.

"Such a cute voice," Michihiko whispered in a melting tone near his ear. "Let me hear more..."

With his hands bound and unable to cover his mouth, even if he clenched his teeth, a sweet voice escaped with each thrust, "Mm, mm."

"Ah, Michihiko... I don't want this anymore..."

The sound of the wind hitting the shutters, his own embarrassing moans, and the rustling of clothes. When he suddenly twisted his body to look to the left, he saw his shadow being violated on the sliding door. His body trembled back and forth like a doll with each thrust.

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I can't remember when we finished having sex or when I fell asleep. When I woke up from a muddle-like sleep, it was already dawn, and my back was warm and tingling. I felt the arm that was wrapped around me, which made me recall what had happened the previous night. I had been violated like a woman and had moaned like one too. Every time I flashed back to the scene, my whole body would break out in a cold sweat.

Perhaps my slight movement woke him up, as his arm began to move. He hugged me tightly from behind, and I felt the touch of lips on my neck.

Just that made his spine tingle, and as he tried to move away, he was pulled back and made to face Michihiko. Michihiko's face was close. Unable to meet his gaze directly, Yamada looked down.

"Good morning,"

The voice that echoed in his ears sounded sickeningly sweet, like sugar-coated baby talk. His chin was held, and just as he thought he would be lifted up, he was kissed. Lips parted momentarily, and just when he thought it was over, he was kissed again. Kissed repeatedly, his nose and cheeks were licked. Despite feeling embarrassed and trying to pull away, he was pulled back in. The kisses seemed endless. Just when he thought it was over, both his wrists were kissed.

"I was worried about leaving marks, but it seems fine. That's good."

Pushing Michihiko away, he sat up. He felt like he could have been angry, but he kept getting kissed endlessly, and he allowed it... missing the perfect timing to resist.

"What's wrong?"

In disarray, the hem of his undershirt, now the only thing he wore, was tugged.

" I need to pee..."

"I'll take you there."

"It's fine, I can go alone."

Despite saying that, he couldn't get up. Crawling on all fours, his legs gave out. Wondering why he felt so weak, he realized it was because what had happened the previous night and involuntarily clicked his tongue. Crawling embarrassingly, Michihiko, seeming to take pity, lifted him up from behind like a kitten.

Michihiko held Yamada and brought him closer to the shoji screen, pulling it with his foot. Beyond the one-meter-wide veranda was a windowpane, with shutters securely fastened, casting a dark shadow.

"Can you stand?"

He said this as he lowered Yamada down, but there was no way he could stand up. He couldn't even crawl on all fours. He collapsed to the ground. Michihiko pulled the windowpane back and pushed the shutters aside. The crisp, cold air from outside crept in. The small garden surrounded by the house and wall, which he was seeing for the first time, was covered in a thin layer of snow, and it sparkled in the sunlight.

He tried to stand up, but he couldn't. He was still crawling when Michihiko pushed him down and made him sit on the edge of the veranda. He then made Yamada sit on his lap, with his back to his chest and his legs spread open.

Feeling the cold air on his exposed groin, Yamada let out a gasp.

"You can't stand up, can you? Just do it in the garden like this."

Michihiko wanted him to spread his legs and do it in this position facing the garden. Even though he said that it's not easy to do it this position.

"No, I don't want to."

"Don't be embarrassed, I'm the only one watching."

The hands on his knees didn't show any sign of letting go. Seemingly impatient, Michihiko slid his arm under Yamada's knees, supporting his penis with his hand and pointing it towards the garden.

"Come on, you can go."

His penis was shaken from side to side. Finally, with the help of the cold, the urge to urinate welled up. Supported by Michihiko, Yamada urinated in the garden in an embarrassing position. His urine melted the white snow, creating a small hole.

Afterward, his body shivered greatly with a sense of relief, shame, and cold. Michihiko roughly closed the windowpane, then inserted his hand between Yamada's exposed thighs, pushing his fingers into his still sore hole without any warning.

"Ah..." He winced as his finger slid in easily.

After being played with and penetrated since yesterday, his body easily accepted Michihiko's fingers.

"It's soft, so it should be okay. Just endure it for a bit." He said, as he pushed his finger deeper inside him.

"Hey, what are you..."

Michihiko took out his penis from his pants. Without resistance, Yamada was lifted while being held by the hips. Then, something larger than a finger and familiar to him was thrust into him while he remained seated.

"Ah..." Yamada let out a gasp as he was being entered.

Feeling like he was about to fall forward, Michihiko put his hand under his knees to support him as Yamada rode him.

"M-Michihiko..."

Shaken while his knees were held, the hot member slowly moved in and out.

"Ah... ah... ah... ha... ha..."

As if savoring the thrusting in and out, it was repeated slowly. As he was rubbed inside, Yamada's own member also stood erect towards the sky. His hips were shaken while his erection was played with by fingers, causing him to writhe in pleasure. Eventually, he reached climax.

With a thud, he looked down and saw what he had released flowing down the old windowpane, turning into white streaks.

"Did you enjoy it?"

After asking in a state where he couldn't lie, Michihiko inserted his tongue into Yamada's ear and whispered, "Just endure a little longer. I'm almost there too."

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"Aah, haa... haa... aah, aah..."

The voice I heard didn’t even seem like my own. It felt so intense, like I was losing myself. My body, controlled by someone else, shook. The obscene, raw sensation of something entering and leaving my anus sent shivers of pleasure from my crotch throughout my body.

Sometimes thoughts of Soichi and being hunted flickered through my mind, but reality quickly swept them away like shooting stars.

The candle flickered, casting shadows on the sliding doors. I saw myself in the shadow, being taken in doggy style. I was humiliatingly sticking out my ass in a submissive position. To make it worse, the shadow of my erect penis was clearly visible, doubling my shame.

When I looked down, I saw my own erection, dripping from the tip. Above it, Michihiko's member was vigorously moving in and out of me.

He gripped my shoulder and tugged at my kimono. Feeling like he wanted to take it off, I reluctantly cooperated by slipping my arms out.

Stripped of my clothing, I shivered momentarily in the cold, but the intense thrusts from behind quickly made me forget about it.

"Hmm, hmm... haa... haa, haa..."

After a series of hard thrusts, I saw Michihiko's hips tremble. He had climaxed. But my own erection remained untouched, leaving me in tears, craving attention.

"The tattoo on your back is beautiful."

I felt Michihiko's fingers tracing along my spine.

"The dragon looks like it's smiling; it's beautiful."

I thought he would let me cum in this position, but he grabbed my sides and pulled me up. Still connected, I ended up sitting on top of Michihiko, the change in angle making me moan loudly.

As he shifted into a human chair position, his hands began to gently stroke my exposed groin. He rubbed up and down between two fingers, circling beneath the head. At the same time, he softly massaged my balls, leaving me helpless.

"I'm coming, I'm coming..."

Even though I said I was coming, he tightened his grip on the base on purpose.

"Stop, I don't like that."

When I tried to move my hips in protest, he said, "Look down." I already knew, but he made me look. He lifted my balls, showing how my ass was taking him in. My own member twitched as if it were alive.

"When I pull out, don’t ever mention Soichi again."

He said this suddenly in the middle of our act. The intensity of his thrusts left me no choice but to reply, "Okay."

"I hate him. I really hate him."

Out of breath, I couldn’t reply.

"Never praise another man in front of me again."

Despite what he was doing to me, I found his jealousy cute. He roughly lifted my chin and kissed me. As he kissed me, I felt my shaft being squeezed tightly, preventing my release. When I tried to look down, he forcefully lifted my chin to keep kissing me. During this, he tied the base of my erection with a kimono string.

"...Ah."

A pathetic voice, almost like crying, escaped me. Michihiko continued to toy with my nipples and while it felt good, my cock tied up with a bow like a present, remained untouched. The teasing was unbearable, and I moved my hips, begging for relief.

"If you keep moving, it'll slip out," he gently chided.

"Then untie it. Let me come."

"Just wait a bit longer. It'll feel so much better if you hold on."

With that, he flicked the tip of my painfully hard erection with his finger.

"Ahh!"

The sudden stimulus made me clench around him, and he let out a small groan. After repeating this teasing several times, he finally untied the bow. The pent-up pressure caused my cum to spurt out like a broken fountain, and I fainted.

I woke up to the feeling of my lips being kissed. Michihiko was on top of me, kissing me. I reached up and kissed him back.

Since last night, when Michihiko declared he'd make me his, we hadn't stopped having sex. I was so hungry that I ate a nutritional bar, but even that was while we were going at it. It was an absurd situation, yet it didn’t bother me.

I spread my legs and accepted him like a woman, moaning. Just as he said, he had made me his bitch. It was embarrassing, the sex, the constant smell of cum. I had never wanted to be penetrated by a man, but here I was, moaning and moving my hips. I was begging for kisses, for caresses, panting and pleading. No matter how humiliating it was, there were only the two of us here.

The candle made a sizzling sound. The burned-out candle had somehow been replaced with a new one. I sighed.

"What time is it?"

"Probably around five in the morning," he replied, kissing me again. "I changed the candle around four."

He kissed me as if we were having a conversation. Michihiko, straddling me, pinched the collar of my kimono and smiled.

"...What is it?"

Michihiko, grinning like a mischievous child, said, "This black kimono you're wearing..." then stopped, buried his face in my chest, and said, "Never mind."

"What? Now I'm curious..."

As we playfully wrestled, I slipped halfway out of the futon. I heard a crunch under my back. Feeling around, I found Michihiko's cell phone, dented.

"Oh, crap..."

When I said that, Michihiko picked up the dented phone.

"The back's cracked, but it's fine. I'll just get a new one."

He powered on the phone.

"It looks like it still works."

Peering at the screen, Michihiko said, "There are several missed calls and messages from Mori. I wonder what..."

As he operated the phone, his face grew tense.

"What is it?"

I leaned over to look at the phone.

"Run away now!"

The words were displayed in large letters on the screen. I gasped.

In this sparsely populated village, we hardly ever saw anyone. In the distance, the sound of a car engine roared.

Footnotes

0. Content warning: NSFW, dub-con, non-con.

1. Around 164 feet.

2. Around 4 inches.

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