Nibiiro no Hana: Chapter 13

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Monday morning dawned with skies so clear it was hard to believe it had rained until the day before. You could see the moisture rising as steam, drifting back up into the sky. He didn’t believe that the weather could really affect one's emotions, but there was something about bright sunlight that helped return people to normal.

Togawa, slouched in a loosely worn yukata with one knee up, sat on the engawa and thought about the savage sexual urges that had taken up residence within him.

He’d heard the trains had resumed from the first departure. He knew the schedule. The promise had been fulfilled. All he had to do was get dressed and head to the station, and it would all be over. He could cut ties with that man. That was what he should do, what he intended to do—but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

The tatami creaked. Tsurutani, in a jinbei, approached with a tray in hand.

“Sorry, the food delivery was delayed. I could only prepare something simple.”

What he brought was rice balls, tamagoyaki, and miso soup. Togawa picked up a rice ball without saying a word.

“When do you plan to leave?”

Still standing, Tsurutani asked. Togawa reached down and yanked down the hem of the jinbei pants. The elastic waistband gave way easily, pooling around his ankles.

“U-um…”

Togawa untied the inner and outer sashes of his top and pulled down the hideous white briefs as well. He pinched the man’s thin penis between his index and middle fingers. Just that—no stroking, no fondling—yet Tsurutani’s breathing quickened and the trapped organ began to pulse.

This man was poison. A deceptively weak-looking flower—let your guard down and you’d be stung, your whole body flooding with venom.

“What are you going to do now?”

When he lightly rubbed it, Tsurutani replied with a wavering voice, “I… I plan to return and look for work.”

Togawa pinched harder, and Tsurutani bent forward, trembling. His eyes were red and swollen from the way Togawa had tormented him just that morning. They’d done enough, but Togawa still wanted more. He wanted to humiliate him, to make him say shameful things, to insult him.

“Shall I introduce you to one of our Tokyo affiliates?”

Tsurutani tilted his head.

“I thought you didn’t want to be involved with me anymore…”

Togawa didn’t answer. He pressed his thumb into the tip. Tsurutani recoiled pitifully. This man, who had only ever slept with foreigners aside from him, was a shameless pervert—and he liked Togawa. That’s why he’d insisted on having sex at his family home for their final encounter. How much of that had been calculated, Togawa didn’t know, but the thorn this man had driven into him had spread its venom so deeply he couldn’t think straight. He was starting to think he wanted more.

“If I feel like it, I’ll satisfy that shameless hole of yours again.”

He’d expected tears, joy, surprise. Instead, Tsurutani’s reply was cool:

“No thank you.”

“I only ever wanted to sleep with you once. I’m satisfied now.”

The difference between Togawa’s arousal and Tsurutani’s detached tone sent his mind spinning.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean… once was enough, I guess…”

Anger flared, and Togawa pressed his nail against Tsurutani’s urethra. The man grimaced in pain.

“So you’re saying you’ve used me.”

“No, not at all…” Tsurutani waved both hands frantically.

“I’d never be so arrogant as to think I could toy with you. And besides, we agreed from the start that it would only be once, didn’t we?”

And yet he had ridden Togawa’s lap moaning “good, good,” sloppily sucking him off like candy and calling his penis the best he’d ever had.

“You’re an impressive man, sir. I’m a pathetic, disgraceful human being, so I’ll look for someone more suited to me. Even if I can’t find one, I can always pay for it to be satisfied.”

It wasn’t bravado. It was clearly his honest feeling, plain to see in his expression.

“I’m offering to take care of your needs again, free of charge.”

Togawa tightened his grip threateningly, nearly to the point of coercion. Tsurutani, flustered, glanced between his held member and Togawa’s face.

“Or are you saying I’m not enough for you?”

“N-no, that’s not it. You’re very attractive, and the sex was amazing. But I want to try different kinds of penises too.”

Perhaps just thinking about it, Tsurutani gazed dreamily at the ceiling. Togawa looked at him in disbelief.

What is this man? Wasn’t he the one who said he liked me, even went as far as to use his resignation as leverage just to sleep with me once? And now, after saying the sex was amazing, shouldn’t he be thrilled I offered to see him again? Is he even in a position to pick and choose? At his age? With that face?

In moments like this, Togawa remembered Dan Carter's confident voice: “I want to bring Tsurutani to New York.” A chill gripped his chest. We’re the same, he realized. He had followed the same path.

No—I’m not like Carter. Togawa now understood Tsurutani was ruled entirely by his body. He withdrew his hand from the abused organ. Once you know your opponent, you can change your tactics. There are other ways.

“Understood. From this moment on, our arrangement is over.”

Tsurutani placed a relieved hand to his chest and nodded. “Yes.”

“Then take off your top and get on all fours, with your rear properly facing me.”

“Uh… but…”

He began to squirm.

“But the agreement was…”

“It’s over. What happens from now on is between you and me personally. If you obey, I’ll let you have it in your favorite place. If not, you’re free to refuse.”

Still holding the open front of his jinbei, Tsurutani hesitated under the punishing midday sun. After a long pause, he slowly removed his top. Then, on the brightly lit porch, he got on all fours, lowered his head, arched his back, and presented his rear. Looking up at Togawa with eyes sticky with longing, he asked:

“Is this what you wanted?”

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