Nibiiro no Hana: Chapter 12
He hadn’t gone to sleep until dawn.
When he checked the clock, it was nearly noon, yet the outside remained dull
and dim. Rain still fell—clearly, the weather hadn’t improved. Tsurutani was no
longer by his side.
Next to his head sat a water pitcher
and a glass. It reminded him of elementary school assemblies, when something
like this would be placed next to the principal on stage.
He poured from the retro-style
pitcher and drank a sip. The futon was hopelessly disheveled, and the thick
scent of semen lingered in the dim room.
The sliding door opened, and a
completely naked man entered—his movements sluggish, his face exhausted. In the
gloomy light, his body glowed pale and bluish.
“There’s been a landslide because of
yesterday’s rain, and the trains have stopped. But the roads still seem
passable,” he reported in a flat tone.
“Are you hungry? I can at least make
some rice balls…”
Togawa raised a hand and motioned
with his finger. The man approached.
“Why aren’t you wearing any
clothes?”
Tsurutani’s nipples were red, almost
as if begging to be touched.
“I’m inside the house…”
“You want to be taken again? Even
after how much I satisfied you yesterday, you’re still not done?”
“N-no… I didn’t mean it like that.
It’s just that… I’m at home, and it felt like a bother…”
Togawa grabbed his ankle and pulled.
Tsurutani lost his balance and landed on his knees atop the futon. Togawa
pushed him down, face first, and lifted his hips.
The entrance to that depraved hole,
already penetrated so many times, was pinkish and raw. When he touched the
area, Tsurutani let out a moan. Just slipping in a finger was enough to make
him whimper.
“I get it—you want a cock in here,
don’t you?”
He leaned over the slender body and
thrust in with his aroused length, just from looking at the naked body.
“Hyaaah!”
The pale back arched.
“The trains stopped, and now I have
to stay here—aren’t you thrilled?”
Tsurutani shook his head, as if to
say “no.”
“But deep down, you want a cock in
your ass all day, don’t you? You love it. You crave it. A man like you is
called a pervert.”
He smacked Tsurutani’s back. A red
handprint bloomed. Grabbing his chest from behind, he twisted the delicate body
with forceful rhythm. Tsurutani’s resistance only made it more enticing.
Even though Togawa felt a flicker of
irritation at being turned on by Tsurutani’s resistance, he also wanted to
break him down. The house, the atmosphere clinging to the man—it all stirred
something dark inside him.
He wanted to torment this man.
Humiliate him with words, drown him in shame and despair. Hurt him until he
cried—and then make him like it.
“How many cocks has this filthy hole
of yours swallowed up until now?”
When he tried to push it open
further with his fingers, Tsurutani screamed, “No, stop, I’m scared.”
“I asked you how many.”
“S-seven,” Tsurutani answered, eyes
wide with fear. Something snapped in Togawa’s head. Before he realized it, he
was slapping the pale ass with stinging force. The slim man arched like a
reined-in horse.
“You said you only serviced Carter
and Adams. Including me, that makes three. So whose were the other four
cocks?!”
He grabbed Tsurutani’s scrotum hard
enough to crush it. Crying, Tsurutani gasped, “When I was called to New York…
at a group party Huey arranged…”
“So this depraved hole of yours got
a taste of four different foreign cocks. I’m sure you remember how each one
felt. Tell me.”
Tsurutani broke down in sobs.
Between sniffles, he confessed like a fool. “The first was Black… huge and
terrifying. The second was long and thin. The third had a really big head. The
fourth was oddly shaped, like a caterpillar—but it felt amazing.”
“So you do like foreign
dicks, don’t you!”
“No, I don’t! It was for work…”
“But it felt good, didn’t it? You
just said so.”
“I… I like something harder. Like
stone. Hot and hard and… if it’s big, it’s ideal…”
Tsurutani’s eyes flicked down to
Togawa’s crotch. That look sent a chill of pleasure up his spine.
“What did you think of mine?”
When he whispered this into the
slut’s ear, Tsurutani nodded frantically.
“Say it. Out loud. The size?”
“...Perfect.”
“The hardness?”
“S-so good… It’s exactly what I’ve
always wanted… I wanted to see it, to taste it…”
Irritation and arousal blurred
together. It made Togawa’s stomach churn with disgust even as his desire
surged.
“So out of the six foreign ones,
mine’s your favorite.”
More nodding.
“You’re thrilled with anything in
your ass, but you still have the gall to be picky about cock. Who the hell do
you think you are? You should be grateful I even touched you. You’re a
shameless, pitiful, disgusting excuse for a man.”
He pounded into him harder and
harder. Tsurutani cried and whimpered, but eventually moaned, “Yes… yes…” as if
he’d gone mad. In this place like the end of the world, locked in a depraved
act with a wretched man, the room stank of nothing but semen. Was this still
the real world?
Togawa yanked himself out with a
slick sound and flipped the man onto his back. Not slim—emaciated. White skin
flushed, cheeks red, gray hair clinging to his face. There was nothing
beautiful about him. Yet nothing had ever stirred Togawa’s desire like this.
Tsurutani’s body squirmed, mouth
opening and closing like a carp’s. Curious, Togawa leaned in to hear what he
was saying.
“I want to taste it… I want to taste
something hard and hot and big…”
Breathing ragged, Tsurutani pushed
himself up, and with the hunger of a man dying of thirst, opened his mouth wide
and devoured Togawa’s cock.
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