Nibiiro no Hana: Chapter 4

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“Ah… ah… haaaahn… haah… haah…”

A sweet, trembling moan escaped his lips, sounding like it didn’t belong to him. His sock-clad toes dangled helplessly in the air. On top of the president’s desk, Tsurutani, with nothing but his socks and shirt bunched around his arms, was being penetrated by a man. Inside him, a thick, long, male organ pushed in and out. Each time, lewd squelching noises echoed around him—sounds he wanted to cover his ears to avoid.

“Baby, I’ve been dying to stir up your filthy little hole with my cock.”

With a loud smack, Dan slammed into him, and Tsurutani let out a sharp, high-pitched cry.

“I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve pleasured myself just thinking about you. Like some teenage boy again.”

Dan thrust hard, then paused, buried deep inside, chuckling.

“You seem happy too—you're tightening around me.”

Tsurutani had no awareness of that. Every time he was moved, his body reacted on its own, his backside tightening, shameful sounds slipping from his lips.

“Even without touching you, your penis is so happy to be taken that it’s in a shameful state.”

From only being stirred inside, his erection—already fully hardened—trembled at the tip, glistening with anticipation.

“You really are a disgrace. Weren’t you just working? What would your coworkers say if they saw you like this? Maybe I should open the door and let them hear the sounds of your filthy moaning.”

“D-don’t… please, stop… ah… aah, no…”

“What’s so bad about it? You just tightened around me the moment I said that. You pervert.”

With every thrust, more desperate breaths escaped him. Eyes wet with tears, Tsurutani writhed as if to resist—but the two men, stirred by the sight, licked their lips in desire, not that Tsurutani noticed.

“Oh baby, you’re so sexy. Hard to believe you’re older than me. I want to take you home and keep you all to myself.”

Huey gently stroked Tsurutani’s damp forehead.

“Kidnapping is a crime, you know,” Dan muttered, continuing to move his hips—Tsurutani’s body bouncing slightly in rhythm.

“You’ve been inside him for fifteen minutes already. Isn’t it about time you let me have a turn?” Huey grumbled from where he sat near Tsurutani’s head.

“You were the one who took baby’s first blowjob and his first time back there. This time, let me enjoy him. If you’re that bored, why not have baby’s sweet mouth take care of you?”

Though grumbling, Huey brought his leaking erection to Tsurutani’s lips. Gasping from the thrusts below, Tsurutani opened his mouth wide and took Huey in. The male scent was overwhelming. Fighting the nausea rising in his throat, he worked his lips around the large shaft. His hair was grabbed, and the length was pushed in and out of his throat. Despite the suffocating pressure, Tsurutani instinctively used his tongue.

As he was penetrated from both above and below, Tsurutani became increasingly aware of how his body was slipping into a dazed, euphoric state. The pain, the resistance—all gave way to a pleasure he couldn’t deny. Even though it made him gag, and the taste of semen was foul, he didn’t hate sucking it. Not anymore.

Being violated like a woman carried humiliation, yes—but the pleasure that came with it, the overwhelming sensation of his inner walls being stroked, was beyond resistance. Even as he was dirtied and degraded, a part of him sought the sensation that lay beyond it.

This was sex where mind and body were completely disconnected. He felt no love for these two men defiling him—that much was obvious. It wasn’t love. It was part of a contract. He had offered his body, and in return, the job was fulfilled.

Exactly one hour later, Huey and Dan finally let him go. As though he had been watching the whole thing, the president emerged from the adjoining room. Ignoring the way Tsurutani lay there like a discarded toy on the desk, he calmly led the two men out of the office. Likely to see them off at the entrance.

Left alone, sprawled indecently across the desk, Tsurutani reached for himself. He stroked his own arousal, recalling how he’d been roughly thrust into moments ago.

The desire that spilled from his hand was thin. When he brought it to his lips, it tasted like nothing but emptiness.

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