Ashen Moon: Intermission 2

The content warning is in the footnotes⁰.

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This 20 square meters room had no windows. When the thick door closed, no sound could be heard, and all light disappeared. It became a dark, silent space, where the only sound was one's own breathing echoing in the eardrums.

Soichi had no memory of being brought here. At the funeral hall, when the explosion occurred, he was knocked out by the blast and, upon regaining consciousness, found himself lying here. Though his hands and feet were free to move, a metal shackle was attached to his right ankle, and the chain was fixed to an iron pillar.

At first, he couldn't grasp what was happening, but as his mind cleared, he realized he had been taken and imprisoned during the chaos of the explosion. He couldn't tell which gang was behind it—perhaps a faction of the Rano group who resented him, or the Touzen group—there were too many suspects to narrow down.

There was no clock in this room, and it was always dark, making it impossible to gauge the passage of time. Meals consisted of snacks like bread and bento boxes, but hunger was a constant companion. Given his small appetite and lack of movement, it was unlikely he was being fed three times a day. He had eaten four meals here, but it felt like a week had passed.

There was a simple bucket in the corner, so he wouldn't be forced to soil himself. Though the chain reached it, the waste was never cleaned up. The summer heat exacerbated the smell. The same man, a thin individual in his late thirties, always delivered his meals.

The only hint of the outside world was the faint light that entered when the door opened. The man never spoke, even when addressed, always grimacing at the smell before quickly shutting the door.

Since they hadn't killed him, it was likely they intended to negotiate with the Motohashi group for his release. He exercised enough to keep his strength up, preparing for rescue. Despite the harsh conditions, he believed he wouldn't be killed. He trusted that someone would come for him. That man wouldn't abandon him. He waited, watching for the opportunity to escape.

The sound of a lock turning broke the silence. A sliver of light pierced the room through the opening door.

"What day is it?" Soichi asked.

The man remained silent, throwing a bento box and a plastic bottle at him before quickly closing the door again. This time, however, there was no familiar sound of the lock engaging.

Counting to a hundred, Soichi quietly approached the door. He turned the knob and gently pushed it open. The door swung outward, revealing a brightly lit corridor. The daylight streaming in suggested it was midday. The sense of freedom was overwhelming. The space was filled with light and air, a stark contrast to the darkness he'd been confined in. The building seemed to be a disused school or government office, with peeling walls, broken windows, and cobwebs on the ceiling.

There were no guards, and the place was silent. Although the door was open, the shackle still bound him, preventing him from leaving the room.

Scanning his surroundings, he noticed something on the right wall—a hook with a bunch of keys. At first, he thought it might be a trick of his eyes, but it was indeed a set of keys. His heart pounded in his chest. Were the keys left there out of convenience? It was a sloppy way to manage security, but it might be his chance to escape.

Stretching his arm, he just managed to reach the keys. There were three of them. He tried each one in the shackle's lock. The second key worked, and with a click, the shackle came off.

Returning the keys to the hook, he quietly closed the door and walked down the corridor, careful not to make any noise. He saw a staircase at the end of the hallway. A guard could be stationed anywhere. He checked his surroundings carefully before descending the stairs.

The first floor was empty. The corridor led to the entrance. He was startled by a shadow but realized it was his own reflection in an old mirror. His eyes were sunken, and a thin beard had grown on his face. He looked like a ghost. The faded letters under the mirror read "Tsukitoriyama Middle School."

He walked through the rows of shoe lockers in the entrance and stepped outside through the open sliding door. This was an abandoned school, and the room he'd been kept in had its windows boarded up for the purpose of confinement. Despite being chained up, the poor management allowed him to escape.

What used to be the schoolyard was now overgrown, almost like a forest. Beyond the fence surrounding the school, there was a mountain. He had no idea where he was, but descending the mountain might lead him to people who could help.

He followed the trampled grass path leading to the gate. Avoiding the beaten path, he pushed through the weeds and reached the fence. Climbing over it, he found himself outside the school grounds, but the area was thick with vegetation, making it difficult to walk.

Pushing through the overgrowth, he heard a sharp voice to his right. The man who delivered his food was there.

"What are you doing?" the man shouted.

Soichi's immediate thought was that he would be recaptured. His legs moved instinctively, jumping over bushes and pushing through weeds, trying to put as much distance between himself and the man as possible.

"Wait!" the man yelled, giving chase.

Glancing back, Soichi tripped and fell. He quickly stood up, but a sharp pain shot through his right ankle. He had injured it.

Despite the pain, he tried to run but fell again. The man caught up, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him back, choking him.

"I... can't... breathe..."

Desperately, he tried to loosen the grip on his collar. The man dragged him to a narrow path, just wide enough for a car.

There, the man grabbed his chest and punched him in the face. Soichi's body flew back, hitting a tree trunk and knocking the wind out of him.

The man lifted him again by the chest, but Soichi's shirt tore, and he fell to the ground. With nothing left to grab, the man pulled at his binder, hitting him in the stomach. The binder loosened, exposing his chest.

"Stop... please..."

As Soichi tried to push the man away, he was punched again. The man, breathing heavily, suddenly stopped and pulled at Soichi's binder.

"What the hell are these breasts?"

The man groped Soichi's chest roughly. A part of him that only Kato had touched was now being handled by a stranger. It sent shivers down his spine.

"Stop it!"

His plea went unheard, and his chest was roughly groped.

"It hurts! It hurts!"

The man moved his hands from Soichi's breasts to his pants. Feeling the tug as they were pulled down, Soichi resisted, only to be kicked in the back. He was stripped naked, the man grabbing his ankle and standing up, then probing between his legs with the tip of his shoe. The sensation twisted Soichi's face.

"You've got tits but no pussy. And you've got a dick and balls hanging there. What the hell are you?"

The man clearly didn't know who Soichi was. He must have imprisoned him without knowing his identity. But Soichi couldn't say it. He didn't want to admit he was the leader of the Motohashi group under the Rano gang. The rumors that he is a man-lover and man-crazed have not disappeared yet, and if it is discovered that he has also grown breasts, the ideal image that Kato has created of the "boss of the Motohashi Group" will crumble.

The man knelt and unzipped his pants, causing Soichi to freeze in horror. As Soichi tried to retreat, the man grabbed his legs and pulled him back. The man's exposed penis was thick and long, incongruous with the man's slender build, with many implant beads¹. It was an ugly, red-black color, swaying above Soichi's belly.

"You're a transvestite. Did you really want to be a woman, making your breasts so big?"

"It's not..."

"What do you mean, 'not'? You made these slutty tits."

The man's grip on his right breast was so painful Soichi screamed. No, he didn't want this. Only one person in this world was allowed to touch his chest.

"You love dick, don't you? I'll shove it right up your dirty ass."

"Don't touch me!"

When Soichi slapped the man, his face twisted into a demonic snarl. The man punched him hard enough to draw blood from his nose, robbing him of any will to resist. The man then lifted Soichi's legs and thrust his engorged member inside him.

"Aahhh!"

Without any preparation, the penetration tore through him painfully.

"It hurts! It hurts!"

"How's my dick feel? Good, right?"

The man thrust roughly while sucking on Soichi's left breast and groping the right.

"You really are like a woman. Soft tits, pink nipples."

Despite the crude man's tongue, Soichi couldn't deny the tingling sensation. He didn't want to admit it felt good. He didn't want it to feel good.

"This ass is perfect. How many dicks have you taken in this hole? Huh?"

Despite the pain, his hips were going numb. "Ah!" A moan escaped, and he quickly covered his mouth, but the man forced his hand away and pressed inside deeper.

"Ahh... ahh... unh..."

The inner grinding felt good. He hadn't done this in so long, it felt even better. Tears streamed down his face. He didn't want this. He didn't want to feel this way. He belonged entirely, every hair on his body, to that one man.

"What the hell are you doing, Kazu?"

A cold voice came from above his head. The man abruptly stood up.

"Ah, big bro!" he exclaimed in a shrill voice.

The man addressed as "big bro" appeared to be over fifty, wearing a black suit and glasses with eyes that were as emotionless as dead fish.

"An outdoor fuck, huh? Where'd you find this one?"

Kazu explained nervously, "She tried to run, so I was just teaching her a lesson..."

The man spat in disgust. "We took in a guy, remember?"

"Yeah, but when I stripped him, he had tits. Look, he still has a dick. He looked like a man, but he was a tranny."

The semi-erect penis was pulled roughly, making Soichi yelp. The man kicked Kazu away, who yelped and fell back, the connection between them severed. The man then ground his shoe into Soichi's face.

"Disgusting. How could you fuck something like this?"

He flicked away his cigarette and ordered, "Take him back to the room."

Kazu hurriedly put on his pants and half-carried the injured Soichi back to the soundless, lightless room.

"This room stinks! Fix it!" the man barked, making Kazu clean up the waste. They reattached the shackle. Soichi, naked, his face hot from the blows, lay in a worse state than before his escape attempt.

Leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, the man looked down at the trembling Soichi. "Hey, get that from the car," he ordered. Kazu rushed out and came back quickly. The man crouched beside Soichi, took a thin syringe from an oval case, and held it up.

He had a bad feeling. He tried to crawl to the wall and escape, but the man ordered, "You, hold that thing down," and Kazu held him down. He resisted, but his head was slammed hard against the floor, and he lost consciousness.

A prick in his arm and a sensation of something entering his body followed. He knew he was being drugged. He knew what became of drug addicts—he'd seen it many times.

"Help... help..."

The needle was removed, and he was released. He didn't know how the drug would affect him, but soon, he felt a wave of nausea. Crawling to the bucket, he vomited, expelling everything despite not having eaten much. The nausea persisted. What had they given him?

Just as he thought he was settling, they injected him again. Vomiting and injection cycles continued until he felt light, relaxed, almost euphoric. His body tingled as if stroked by fur.

"It's kicking in," the man said, gripping Soichi's right breast.

"The guy who told us to take you is dead. We didn't get paid. I was going to ditch you, but with a body like this, we can make money from perverts."

The man smiled grimly.

"I'll prep you nicely and sell you to a specialty shop."

Fear gripped Soichi. The drug-induced comfort was terrifying. Help... help... Kato... Amidst the fear and euphoria intertwining, Soichi wept bitterly.

Footnotes

0. Content warning: NSFW, r*pe, trans slur, violence.

1. If you're interested in seeing what it looks like, you can check out this wiki article (NSFW +18).

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