Even if they ask me to choose, I can't see a thing. I reach over to the hand on the left. Fingers, I couldn't tell from whom, touch my hand.
"Great."
"Ah, too bad."
After Trip speaks, I hear Virus let out a vocal sigh.
"Oh well. Can't be helped, can it? Well then, Aoba-san. Good night."
"Good night."
We're in Virus's room, so Trip and I have to leave. The hand that I had chosen earlier grips mine tightly and pulls me along.
"…!"
"Over here, Aoba. We're going to my room."
Trip's room…
They're both very alike, but I don't like to go into Trip's room…
As I am pulled along blindfolded, I leave Virus's room. We walked down the hallway for a little while and enter Trip's room. A different air from before hits my skin. Trip pulls me into the room and then lets me go.
As I think helplessly, having lost my sense of sight, the only warning I hear is the sound of something rustling. Something soon touches my neck.
A chilling feeling.
Cold, hard, and thin.
"…?"
"Aaaaaoba. I got this for you because I think it'd suit you."
Trip puts something around my neck from behind me. Uneasy, I touch the thing around my neck.
"Custom made just for you… See?" He says as he takes off my blindfold.
Out of the black that covered my sight, a naked person reflects in the mirror. It… is me in the mirror. I am fixated on my own appearance more than what is on my neck. I look like a completely different person. I'm shabby, worn out, and skinny.
I look wretched.
Even my face looks like I've been mentally exhausted.
A thing ring was put around my pitiable neck. It has a chain attached to it that looks almost thirty centimeters long. Trip stares at my face from behind me and then looks to the mirror.
A thin grin appears on his face. "As I thought, it really suits you. It's very 'you'."
"…" It sounds to me like the ultimate humiliation. Maybe he knows that and said it on purpose, or maybe not. Biting back the bitterness spreading through my mouth, I shut my eyes and turn my face away. Then, my chin is grabbed and pulled back to face the mirror again.
"Hey, take a good look at yourself." He whispers in a much colder voice. That means I have to look.
I can't… disobey his order.
"…!" I suddenly tasted blood. I only notice then that I had been biting my lip.
"Aoba. Your lips are bleeding." Trip strokes my bloodstained lips with his fingers. "Don't bit so hard." He says and licks the blood off of his fingers. "But it's cute like that, looking like lipstick."
"…"
"It sort of reminds me of the old you. Not the lipstick, I mean. Just this romantic, desperate look." He runs his licked fingers against my lips again. "The old you was okay with doing it with anyone. Kind of sleazy, huh? In reality, she probably didn't. But she definitely looked like she's do anything. Right now you feel like the usual older sister type, but the old you was a different deal. It was an Aoba who didn't resist falling into depravity. That nature of yours is deep inside of you. You see, we knew. So now that we have you, we're going to pull it all out of you. Because you probably aren't aware of that part of you. So we have to break that cute older sister play of yours."
"…Hey. Are you scared of being broken?"
"…!"
He says while kissing my earlobe, and goosebumps appear.
…I'm scared.
That's the first feeling to enter my body. I'm scared. My legs are shaking. After all I've been through, there's no way for me not to be afraid. Virus or Trip, they're the same to me. I'm still breaking even now.
As if to soothe my trembling, Trip lightly holds my shoulders with his hands. But what he says right after that doesn't reflect his hold.
"Even with all the trouble we've had, you'll fall harder and faster. It'll be fun. We can't even imagine what you'll be like. There are endless possibilities in this black hole of yours: it's the best… I'm excited to see it."
His tone is sickeningly sweet.
But it's poison.
When he speaks like this, the truth is that he means just the opposite. Right now, I've fallen into their hands… and he's enjoying the thought of breaking me down. So this voice isn't just sweet. It's laced with deadly poison. With the innocent cruelty that a kid has when he squashes bugs with his fingers.
Trip touches my collar and looks back at me in the mirror. The chain clinks. I swallow my saliva, uneasy and speechless, and Trip pulls the chain on my collar.
"…!"
When he sees me quake with a start, he smiles. "How cute. Aoba, over here." He pulls on my chain and takes me to the table.
All I can do is follow him like a dog.
In front of the bed is a table covered with food. Most of it is sweets. All of them look like they've been touched and then abandoned. The table is unusually disorderly, like someone got tired of eating halfway.
Trip sits on the bed across from the table. Unsure of what to do, I stand still. …At that moment, I notice a large figure sitting in the darkness. That's…
Growl
…Trip's Allmate.
My heart leaps out of my chest when I see the black figure.
…I'm scared.
"Aoba, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" Trip says as he picks up a sweet from the table. But he doesn't eat the sweet and instead boorishly tosses it on a plate.
And he keeps repeating the same action.
He looks like a child who is playing with his food, just like I had imagined.
Trip picks up a slice of cake covered in a thin layer of pink icing. This time he pulls harshly on my chain instead of throwing the cake away. From the recoil, I end up with my hands on Trip's knees while he's sitting on the bed.
"Aoba, didn't you like sweets?" He brings the pink cake to my mouth. A sweet smell suddenly rises to my nostrils. But I have no desire for food. I had recently thrown up…
I close my mouth, turning my face away.
"Don't like it?"
"…!"
But Trip forces the cake against my shut lips anyway. It may have looked funny from the side, but it is absolutely terrifying the longer it continues. As the fear grows stronger, I timidly open my mouth.
"Good."
He feeds the cake into my mouth.
I take a small bite.
I chew and swallow.
…It's sweet. I'm sure this cake must be extremely delicious. But I taste nothing except the horrible flavor of too much sugar. I don't want to eat this. But if I don't… I open my mouth and more cake is pushed into it right after I swallow. As I chew and swallow that, another cake is fed to me…
"…!"
The pace becomes quicker and quicker, with Trip feeding me slices even when I'm still not done chewing. His expression is still that of a happy grin, but his eyes have a gleam in them that resembles a mischievous child's.
"Here Aoba."
"Urgh…"
…Definitely on purpose.
I try to match his pace, but I can't. As cakes are shoved into my mouth, pink icing smears around it. He still doesn't stop, but instead, tries to make me eat more.
"Here."
Even though I have a mass of cake in my mouth, Trip pushes in another. I can't handle any more than this. I can't breathe… I can't bring my voice out with my mouth full. But I beg for release with my eyes, shaking my head left and right.
…But still.
"Eat it?"
"Guh…! Mrgh…!"
He doesn't slow down. Cake crowds my throat, and I'm about to vomit. Tears form in the corners of my eyes, and Trip finally stops pushing.
"Hurgh! …Huck…!" Unable to bear keeping my mouth open so wide, all of the icing and sponge-like cake fall to the ground.
"Aww, what a waste. But I guess I'll just have to feed you if you can't eat by yourself." He grabs my cake-soiled chin with his hand and jerks my head up. He takes his other hand and picks up a small bit of chewed cake and brings it up to my face.
"Ngh…"
He opens my mouth wide, a hand holding my chin, and pushes the cake into my mouth with his tongue.
"Agh… Mrgh…!"
He must be having fun while not letting me chew. His tongue wraps around mine. But somehow I am able to swallow it and Trip takes his mouth off of mine.
"This one next."
This time he grabs a small, blue hard candy and places it on his tongue before bringing it into my mouth. Our tongues twine together again, making it hard for me to crunch on the hard candy.
"Hrf…!"
Crunch, crunch.
Careful not to bit Trip's tongue, I slowly bite on the candy. …As I thought, I only taste its sweetness; I don't fine it tasty. I don't even feel intoxicated from this kiss. The tears, the running of my nose, they candy, the saliva… it all mixes together to form a taste. When I look, Trip's face has icing on it too. But it looks like he doesn't care.
"Fufu…" After he feeds me over and over mouth-to-mouth, he finally stops his fake feeding session. "Ah, that was sweet." He says, satisfied, wiping off the icing on his face and licking his fingers.
Released from the painful force-feeding, I frantically catch my breath, teary eyed. This bizarre child-like innocence is scary.
Ring
Just then, Trip's Coil rings.
"…Yeah. Hm, yeah. I got it. Tomorrow. Yeah. …Okay. Night, bye-bye." He quickly cuts off the conversation and looks back to me. "It was from Virus, about the schedule for tomorrow. Also, he gives his regards. It's his turn tomorrow, anyway. …Oh, so you'll be going to his room tomorrow. Then I have to love you all I can today."
My body jolts at the words.
Have to love you all I can.
When he say that, he means… …I shake just thinking about it. …But. It's strange. Today is Trip, so tomorrow is Virus. Then Trip. And then Virus. Sometimes both at the same time. Just like today, sometimes I get to choose, and then the other makes up for it. They're playing catch with me. But, if… This sounds weird, but neither of them try to monopolize me. They're always equal, and it feels like that's a given here. They're both equally cruel and don't seem like the type to have friends or relationships. But they have this invisible line that neither cross and both of them respect it.
So they're always at the perfect distance from each other, neither too far nor too close.
But why?
Do they find it enjoyable to be together? …I can't see it that way.
Trip and Virus are always together. They were always like that in the Old Resident District. Why are they together? According to what they say, they're similar, but they're not twins. Then what's their reason for being together?
"…Why are you together with Virus?"
"…With Virus?"
He looks at me, licking his fingers again. He must've found it surprising for me to suddenly ask a question. It's surprising for me too. It just flew out of my mouth once I thought of it. When I'm together with him, I usually keep my mouth shut. Most of the time I can't even speak in the first place. But maybe I'm becoming used to this lifestyle. Still scared, unable to do anything. Unable to lose all feeling and emotion, I still can't get used to it all. Even in my moments of fear, my brain quickly adapts and forgets it. The fear paralyzes me. Maybe that's begun to be a normal thing for me.
"Virus, huh… You mean why? You're interested?" Trip cocks his head in thought, smiling a bit at me.
"…" I silently stare at him instead of giving him an obedient nod.
Amused, he lets out a sigh. "Sure, let's talk. It's nothing special though. When I first met Virus, it was at Toue's place. He was there before me. And when we first met, I just felt like following him."
"I didn't think about my company as people, and thought that they were annoying noise. So I didn't want to get close to anyone and I'd just hit them if they tried to talk to me. I didn't care about breaking the people near me. I felt like a beast in a cage, I guess? What is it? Their eyes, ears and mouths looked like a monster's. I didn't think they were the same as me."
"But only Virus was different. All the people around me looked like puddles of mud, but Virus was pure white. It's not that he was pretty, not that. It was just quiet, like time had stopped. He was the first one. He was the same as me. I don't know what was the same about us, though. It felt like I was a dog that had just found its master. Although Virus isn't much of a master."
"He didn't say anything when I followed him around. That was it. It's still like that now. So there's nothing I like or hate about him. But, well, Virus won't lie to me. He's really honest. He looks all nice on the outside, but hates what he hates. Whatever's fine is fine. He's not wishy-washy. He's been like that since the day he was born. I guess that's good. We aren't friends, family, or lovers. We just don't hate each other, so we stay together. That's it."
"…"
Trip told his story indifferently. As I listened, I felt like I had just furthered the mystery. I never could've imagined that they've worked together since the first time they met, and I still don't understand after hearing that story. They're together because they didn't dislike each other?
It's always been like that?
Is there no clear reason?
They've never had a problem or fought?
I don't think they understand each other very deeply then. Is their connection deep or shallow?
I can't even guess.
I don't understand why they're together at all.
But it's because I don't understand how these two think that it should be obvious that I can't understand this either.
"I think I've talked too much. What I just told you isn't that big a deal." Trip sighs as he speaks and pulls my chain. "You have to brush your teeth after you eat."
He brings me into the bathroom. He lightly washes his face and wipes off, then washes mine. Then he puts toothpaste on the toothbrush and brings it to my mouth.
"Aoba. Say ah."
"…"
I have no idea what he's thinking. So a dim sense of dread comes over me. I open my mouth like he told me to and the toothbrush enters. He brushes my teeth normally. Although relieved, I hope it will end quickly.
"-!?"
Trip stops brushing and sticks his fingers in my mouth. He grabs my tongue in my frothy mouth.
"Agh…!"
"We have to wash your tongue too."
"Urgh…!"
With my mouth open, he holds my tongue and brushes it with his fingers. The back of my tongue is so strained that it's extremely painful. When I try to speak, the foam goes into my throat and I can't breathe. I try my best to stop Trip, but it doesn't work a bit. His eyes smile while he watches me suffer.
"You're so cute, Aoba."
"Hrf…! Ugh…!"
The foam drips from my mouth with a weird sensation. Trip watches me with a grin, then pulls out his fingers as if he had suddenly lost interest.
"Ha, ha, haa…!" As I gasp, finally free, Trip pushes me into the sink.
"Rinse?" He turns on the faucet and I rinse my mouth out like a dog would. "Do it better."
"-!" He puts his fingers into my mouth again and plays around as much as he wants. "Agh…! Hrk…!" I start to feel sick in the stomach while saliva and stomach acid trickle into the water.
Trip takes his fingers away after searching my mouth and stops the water, then wipes my face with a towel. I thought he was angry, but when I glance up, his face is completely normal. He probably didn't really do it in order to make me suffer. He probably doesn't have any special reason. He isn't the mean or spiteful type. He stuck his fingers into my mouth just 'because he wanted to'.
He's not a villain.
And… that's the most terrifying part.
Before, 'because he wanted to', he had lightly sliced different parts of my body with a knife.
My fingers, hands, neck, breast, stomach, knees and legs.
And then…
…They were all one thin cut, small enough not to leave a scar, but deep enough for blood to come out.
His reason was that 'he wanted to see blood running down different places on my body,' something I can't possibly understand. He licked up all the blood from my cuts. I thought he was insane the entire time. But it wasn't because he was crazy. It was just because he wanted to. I don't know if it'll ever go further than that, I don't know if he has any lines he could cross. So all I can be is afraid as he toys with me.
As I look for what he's going to do next, Trip pulls on my chain again and leads me to the bed. He sits me on the bed and…
"Welter!"
"…!"
When I hear that name, I reflexively jump off the bed. The blood drains from my body, leaving me cold down to my feet. Goosebumps rise, and a bizarre uneasiness burns my body.
No, I'm scared.
I'm scared…!
Heeding his master, the black lion slowly rises to his feet a short distance away from the bed. When I see it, my lower body freezes. My knees give way and I lose all my strength.
"No…!" I can only bring out gasps, unable to get my voice out.
No…!
"It's almost playtime."
The lion begins to softly roar, pleased by his master's words.
"Eek…!" Unable to escape, I kick against the sheets to try to move away. But the lion quickly leaps forward. "No, ah…! Go away…!"
The lion on the bed climbs onto my body, pinning down my arms and legs. The amount of force on my limbs is ungodly. I feel like I'm going to be crushes…!
"Ah….. Ahh…!" The lion growls in front of my face, the sight of his fangs terrifying me. The lion bares his fangs and threatens me with a roar.
"Eek, ah…!" His bellowing roar makes my nerves shriek and I cower in fear, tears spilling from my eyes. Drool drips from the lion's mouth as it licks its lips, falling onto my face. Without any room for me to think of how shameful I look, tears pour from my eyes and I shake my head violently.
But of course, it isn't able to understand. The lion watches me with feral eyes for some time and then it licks my breast.
"Eek…!" His rough tongue rubs against my defenseless skin. It is a different sensation compared to being licked by a human or a small animal. It licks so hard that I bleed. And while it licks me, I watch its sharpened fangs in fear. With just a bit more force, those fangs could tear right through me.
…No more.
I'm scared. No more.
"Noo….!"
The reason why I didn't want to go to Trip's room if I could avoid it… Is this.
I'm absolutely terrified of this lion. Trip always brings him in to bully me. It's so I would lose the willpower to attempt to escape… But when I see him laugh at my terrified state, I know deep down, that he is enjoying it. Maybe Trip told it to only hurt me without leaving scars. But it gets so excited that it bites me and…
…
This Allmate is an animal type. With its master's order, it can skillfully play with its prey.
I still can't get used to the shock and pain no matter how many times it's happened. It's impossible. It's the instinctive fear that all bodies hold.
"Aoba, you're scared out of your wits."
"Urghh…!"
Trip sits on the bed and watches me as he always does. He reaches out to the sweets piled on the table. He scoops up the icing off of a cake and abruptly pulls up my legs.
"-!"
Trip brings the fresh icing to my vagina and then smears it all over.
"Sto…!"
"Here, I'll make it pretty." Trip says while licking the icing of his hands.
The lion pinning down my body lets out a small growl, and begins to lick my icing-covered vagina with a hard tongue.
"Ee… Ahhhhhhhh…!" The tongue licking my sensitive area feels like thorns, making me scream in pain. The lion is doing it gently, but still it…!
"Ah, hur… urk…hurts…!" Even though I want to escape, Trip has my ankles held down.
The lion licks at a slow pace, but it still hurts terribly. Tears fill my eyes, and my throat trembles, shaking my voice.
"Looks like you're hurting, Aoba." He says with a smile on his face, and he covers his fingers with icing once again. He brings his fingers to my entrance and suddenly pushes in deeply.
"Agh…!" Heedless of my discomfort, he begins to wriggle his fingers around.
Because of the of the fresh icing and lion's saliva in me, I'm wetter than usual, making the sounds coming from the act frighteningly louder. This feeling, too; it's like I'm being stirred up more than usual…
"Ngah…! Ha…" I hear a squelching sound when Trip pulls his fingers out, a sticky liquid seeping down below me.
"It's foamy. How lewd, Aoba."
"…!"
His voice really does sound please, even though it's definitely not the same for me. But my accustomed body always accepts Trip no matter how viciously he treats me. As if asking for more, my hips naturally move, prompting a terrible self-loathing and shame in me. I don't know what has happened to my body…I'm so confused and I don't know what I'm feeling.
"Looks pretty good… Welter."
"-!"
"Stretch it a bit."
"No…!"
That…!
As I struggle, half-crazed, Trip pulls his wet and messy fingers out of me. The lion hovers over me, while Trip holds my waist so I can't escape.
"No, ah, sto…! ….Trip!"
"Nope."
My arm is sewn into the bed as the strength from the lion's paw enters my vaginal opening, its hook-shaped, think nail pricking my skin. Weight is gradually being applied onto my body…
"Agghhhhhhhhh!" It feels as if the pain is plunging deep inside of me, and my throat throbs with my voiceless cries.
"Noo…! Ahhhh….!"
Beastly, heated breaths fall onto my head along with drool. The lion's nails are digging into me to the point where they'll pierce my skin if I struggle.
"Struggle too much, and you'll get hurt. Calm down?"
Even now I can't hear any restraint in Trip's voice.
"Uck…ugah…!"
My body cracks under the pressure. No, maybe it's my mind that's cracking. More than any pain I'm in… Even when it's only an Allmate, I'm still overwhelmed and mercilessly tyrannized by something that isn't human. Could anyone possibly imagine the situation I've been left in?
The first time I was attacked, it was a truly terrible shock. My pride was stomped on; the emotional blow was so heavy it even surprised me. Like I had taken a step off of the path I was walking on… I felt like I had sunk into the abyss.
"Haa…urghh…! Hck…"
The beast's growls take over my mind, leaving only bitter regret… I just want it to end already.
Quickly…
…I want to be released.
"Eek…! Guh… I'm- sor- …..!" The tears clumsily spill out and I muster a plea between my clenched teeth. I don't know what I'm apologizing for. But I want to be free. I want it to end.
I break out in a cold sweat and my heart pounds abnormally fast. I regurgitate blood and spit it out of my mouth. The lion deeply bellows, licking my neck. Dread instantly swells up inside me at the pain on my fragile skin.
"Ahhhhh…! …Forgi…!"
…If I were in a normal situation, I wouldn't say that, even in death. But that is all I can think of doing in this situation. I don't care as long as it stops. I have no more shame or pride left.
"Does it hurt, Aoba?"
"…!"
Trip finally responds, breaking his silence, and I desperately nod. He reaches out with his hand and gently brushes my hair.
"Do you want it to stop?"
"Sto…!"
Unable to finish my words, Trip forcefully pulls the chain on my neck up. Surprise hits me before the fear or breathlessness.
"…"
He looks down on me, expressionless. In that moment, I saw something far more frightening than a large beast. A smile slowly creeps up his face, and he lets go of the chain.
"Bear with it a little longer, could you, Aoba? –Or maybe not, seems like this is enough… Welter."
The beast draws back when his name is called.
"Hrk, ah…" Finally free from the heavy pressure, my head collapses onto the pillow and sinks in. My chest swells with each raspy gasp. My inside are sloppy and I don't have an ounce of strength in me. My body burns inside.
"Your vaginal hole looks alright… Then it's my turn."
While my mind is thrown out of its element, Trip holds up my legs from the front. He pulls up my thighs and slides my back against the sheets. I hear the faint sound of metal clacking, and Trip slowly enters my completely churned up area.
"Urk… Ha…" I feel his hot dick press inside me, making me moan weakly. Since my insides are stretched open, there's no pain when Trip's cock slips right inside me without trouble. A more familiar feeling builds up inside me, beginning to heat me up with something like relief.
…It's odd, to be relieved. I mean, no one except Trip has ever tortured me like he just did. But to feel relieved while being raped by your torturer.
..I've been caught in a trap.
One I can't escape from.
"It's stretched out a lot. I just went right in. but you're still pretty tight, Aoba." A laugh rings from his throat as he begins to rock my hips.
"Ah… Ahhh…!" Just then, a sweetness spreads through me, as if I was given something I wanted. As Trip thrusts inside me, it feels unexpectedly good. I feel myself becoming wrapped in pleasure, my voice trembling.
"You were crying from pain just a while ago, what about now?"
"…!"
My clit, which had lost it heat from the lion's attack, begins to throb and Trip teasingly pinches it between his fingers.
"Ah… Nn….!"
The lion, sitting on the side, licks my chest with its rough tongue. Even though I was scared of the pain from its scraping tongue before, it excites me now with Trip inside of me.
…It was like this before, too.
The lion attacks me, and then Trip switches in right after. As if to say that the only one I can cling to while I writhed in cruel agony is him. And because of that, I mistake Trip's actions as rescuing me from the pain. I misunderstand and think that he's actually a kind person.
…Wrong.
He has arranged all of this.
So there is no way that he is kind.
But…
"Ha… Ahhh…. Ngh… Ah…!"
Compared to the torture before, it feels like a slight pain mixed with pleasure. I'm amazed that my body has accepted Trip so much. But… I can't stop myself.
"…!"
"Fwah… Ah, ahhhh…!"
"…See." He says with a sigh, holding up my thigh with my leg over his shoulder. My hips are glued closer to him, letting him push in even deeper than before.
Trip is more fit than Virus is. I've also lost a lot of weight, so sometimes Trip's body feels huge to me. I feel that way especially right now. It's scary how my body feels like it's about to break.
"You were in pain just before, but now you're feeling this so much. As I thought, you've accepted the part of you that enjoys depravity. You know that, don't you? Look."
"Aaahhh…!"
He holds my legs and plants kisses on my knee while he slams against my hips. He pierces deep inside me over and over, and I can't control my loud moans.
…'You were in pain just before, but now you're feeling this so much.'
Those words deepen my shame.
But… I can't deny it. Right now, I definitely am pleasure by what Trip is doing to me. Even if he were to bit or rip me with a knife, it may even feel good. I've become enough of a writhing mass of pleasure that if would.
"…!"
"Ah, ah…. Haaa…!"
As my body jolts, a strong impulse travels from my waist to my fingertips, going as far as the tips of my toes. The lion sometimes licks my body while Trip gropes my breast. My body readily accepts the stimuli, gradually raising the sensation. My head blanks white, and I'm unable to think of anything.
"Does it feel good, Aoba?"
"Ugah…! Ah…!"
"Are you going to come?"
Listening to my noises, Trip's expression is just a little bit heated, but not that desperate. It's just that his eyes are watching me with glee. Maybe he can guess my limit himself, since he's pounding into my most sensitive spots.
"Ah, no…! Eek, ah…!"
"Ngh…"
Trip pinches my dripping clit, rubbing it between his fingers with strength. All the while focusing on pushing against my sensitive inner walls.
"Ha, ah…agh, fwah…!"
"It's fine, go ahead and come."
While he thrusts so hard that it makes harsh sounds, Trip violently yanks my chain. I suddenly lose the ability to breathe in my throat, and the pain and pleasure muddle together…
"Ngah…! Irk… Eek, ahhh…!" While feeling like something had burst, cum comes out of me. "Ha…! Hff…" My body shivers, cum dripping down from my clit.
Right after I come, Trip slows his movements and moves his face in closer. "You came. Did it feel good?"
"…!"
"But I haven't yet, so let's go at it a little more."
"…!"
Trip twists his fingers over my clit intensely while I lie completely weakened after coming. It feels like a sharp pain, aching with just the slightest touch. My body reflexively jumps up.
"No, you hand… let g…!" Even when I try to stop him, he continues to play with it.
"…"
"Ahhhhhh…!" Like strong electrical currents are running through me, a crying voice spills from my lips. As he continues to forcibly touch me, a faint head begins to rise in my body. Trip doesn't' stop his stroking hand, and speed up his thrusting. "Ah…"
…This is bad.
It's no good anymore…
I'm already…
This body of mine…
"…!" His breath hitches only a little bit. He rocks me to his heart's content as I slide against the wet sheets soaked from the sweat on my back.
I obviously won't come after I just did, but the vicious rhythm still feels amazingly good.
"…I'm going to…come, Aoba."
"…!"
"…!" Trips whispers in an unusually hoarse voice and stops. "Ngh…!" I hear the sound of him holding his breath…And know that he is releasing his heat deep inside of me.
"Ah…"
"Ha…." He takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly as he looks at me. His facial expression holds a smile that's mixed with a faint heat and an impish look. He wipes his cum-covered hand on his shirt.
A sweet scent of sugar drifts to m nostrils.
It must be coming from the pile of sweets on the table.
As I vaguely think about it, Trip pulls out of me.
"Ngh…!"
"Wow, how lewd, Aoba."
He laughs at me while I lay powerless on the bed. His gaze looks down to my exposed lower half, my knees apart. When I try to move them, I can feel something leaking out from between my legs. Trip reaches out his hand and scoops out some of the liquid that's overflowing from inside of me with his finger.
"I wonder which is melted icing and which is my cum. It's all over the place."
"…"
Hazy, I hear him say that.
No matter what he says to me, I feel nothing. Both my mind and body are worn down… and I want to fall asleep right away. I'm empty-minded like a doll, and something touches my cheek. Trip puts his hand on my cheek and looks into my face, then jerks the chain on my collar.
"Aoba, I love you. We'll teach you even more things you never knew about yourself. Let's play even more from now on. I'm looking forward to it."
"…"
His lips smile thinly. That expression hasn't changed in the least since we were in the Old Residential District…
…Oh.
I can't ever escape.
At that moment, it was like a beautiful puzzle piece just fit in. Neither Virus or Trip will change. Or where I am now or before with them. So neither they or where I stand will change. They've been like this from the beginning.
So the moment I was caught by them…
I had no other choice but to give up.
In the sickeningly sweet scent of the treats, I only realize that fact now. A small smile curls on my lips as I laugh at myself.
