Author's note: New batch of updates from chapters 30-34 as of 13/10/2022. Update illustrations for chapter 29.
Update warning for genitals spanking.
Chapter 32
Gin was once a proud man. Now he was reduced to seeking solace in his shower—the last place in his home where he had some peace. He raised his chin, facing the shower head, letting the water beat his tension away. Suddenly, a reflection of one smirking blonde in the stainless steel shower hose caught him by surprise. She casually leaned against the wall with her arms half-folded, one around her waist, the other playing with her chin.
"Get your ass in here." He growled and she was happy to oblige.
Her bare feet stepped on the wet tiles, joining him under the running shower, wet hair cupping her cheeks. Vapor wafted out from her figure as she slicked her long tresses back. Steaming water thoroughly drenched her black silk nightgown. The fabric clung to her skin for dear life, accentuating her curves, and hinting at the treasures lying beneath.
Vermouth was a master at wielding her sexuality, perfecting the art of the tease. Sometimes less was more. She knew exactly when to allow one's imagination to run wild.
The feral beast in him stirred awake. His eyes darkened with desire. "What are you doing?"
"You tell me," she innocently said as if soaking in her nightdress was a natural occurrence, the tip of her forefinger casually lifting his chin.
He lost it. Christmas. Gone. Santa. Gone. Yukiko? Who she? His mind was monopolized by one single thought. Tearing the flimsy gown off of her body.
Hoisting her up by her waist, he slammed her back on the wall and wrapped her legs around his muscular midriff. She gasped at the force and cupped the nape of his neck for support.
Grasping the top of her dress from either side, he ripped it apart from the middle. Before he could completely turn her clothes into rags, her supple and delectable breasts emerged. He licked his lips, mesmerized by droplets of water lingering on her full bosom as her chest rapidly rose up and down.
His mouth enveloped her teat, sucking fervently while his hand gleefully manipulated her bare breast, shaping it to his will, her flesh oozing through his fingers. His effort elicited soft moans from her throat, her thighs squeezing him tighter, her skin searing under his touch.
He reached into what was left of her gown, grinning wolfishly when he found her bare mound moist against his palm. "Slut."
The corner of her lips quirked up, daring him, and his strong hands didn't disappoint. The remaining fabric was torn asunder, falling carelessly on the ground. Wasting no time, he gripped her buttocks for his rock-hard manhood to plunge deeply into her tight entrance. Her lungs swelled with a sudden rush of air; her nails dug into his neck as she braced against the impact.
A burning need ignited within him, calling him to take, take, take. His member rapidly split her in two and reached the deepest part of her canal every time he thrust. His pistoning met with a series of calculated squeezes sucking the pleasure out of him. Her inner walls convulsed harder and harder. Soon, her eyes snapped shut as she rode her own orgasm regardless of him.
In a rare moment of clarity, he desperately wanted her to feel his pain. Withdrawing from her passage, he relished in her perplexed look. Her prolonged groan was music to his ears. She was so close.
In one swift movement, he flipped her over, stopping her nails from destroying his neck, and limiting her resistance. Her fingers spread out on the cold tiles to support her weight.
He grinned, slid his fat crown along her slit, and watched her mons weep for release. His eyes glinted with devilish intent. His palm smacked her labia, sending a shockwave through every cell across her body.
She gasped, clawing at the slippery wall. Before she could utter a single word, the heel of his palm squarely landed again and again on the doors of her passage until her mind was a white mess of sheer pleasure.
Her climax caught him off guard. He had underestimated the depth of her kink. Grinning wildly at his new discovery, he dipped two fingers inside of her and soaked up the nectar. "Cumming from being smacked on your cunt. It's a new low for you."
She huffed and gritted her teeth. She loved the rough treatment. It was his triumph that annoyed her. Despite her irritation, when his fingers found her lips, she dutifully sucked them clean anyway, much to his glee.
He pressed her thighs together and brushed her clit with his stiff rod as her puffy outer lips massaged his shaft. Before long, she was moaning again.
Her forgotten tattered dress accidentally covered the drain, causing water to collect around their feet, which was a hazard. Then, he got a brilliant idea. He sheathed his entire length inside of her and wickedly said, "Pick it up."
"Seriously?" She growled. In frustration, her inner walls accidentally clamped down tighter.
"Your dress." He grinned, enjoying the sudden jolt of pleasure.
"Your doing!" Panting, she turned around and snarled.
He smirked and twirled her clit between his fingers. The small knob swelled up twice the size and twitched as he threateningly pressed his nail on her vulnerable flesh. His steel grip on her hip; his rigid member thrust leisurely as he relished in her struggle. She inhaled deeply and reached down to grab the gown while withstanding his assault from behind.
When her task was finished, he stopped. And momentarily, she thought her misfortune had passed. Instead, he grinned from ear to ear and whispered in her ear. "Basket."
Her eyes widened and darted to the laundry basket a good ten steps outside of the shower. In her condition, more like twenty. "How am I supposed to get there?"
"Walk," he said innocently enough, barring his pearly white fangs.
She took a long deep breath and said huskily, "You're not going to make it easy, are you?" Despite her reluctance, her muscles contracted around him in anticipation. Her inside was sobbing.
"Start walking." A smirk donned his lips. He loved the intense sensation informing him that he had pushed the right button.
Her hands traced along the glass wall for support. Her steps stuttered as she staggered out of the shower. His shaft mercilessly pistoned her from behind, thrusting her forward with every plunge. As a result of her gait and awkward position, his angles shifted randomly. Unknown spots of pleasure she had never noticed.
Gritting her teeth, she defiantly refused to make a sound to dignify his victory as clouds of pleasure enveloped her. She was barely out of the shower when her mind shattered into a million pieces and reduced her to a quiet sob. Gripping the glass door, she braced herself for a fierce shooting orgasm. The crushing pressure in the surroundings was too much for him. His fingers dug into her hip, leaving red angry marks on her skin. With a loud groan, he released his load.
She leaned her forehead against the cool glass panel as she enjoyed his softening manhood pulsating inside her. By the time she gathered her strength, her legs had turned to jelly. Her knees buckled at the first movement. Fortunately, two strong hands were there to catch her.
Beads of sweat rolling off his skin undid his cleansing effort. He placed a gentle kiss on her hair and grinned triumphantly. "Look what you've done. I have to shower again."
She chuckled softly and threw the rag in her hand to the laundry basket.
-o0o-
Vermouth was applying shampoo to her hair while Gin was soaping up her torso. His hands lingered on her bosom as he kept rubbing in circular patterns over and over again. At long last, she chuckled. "My boobs are plenty clean."
He grinned, switched his attention to her back, and then down her glutes. He loved washing her. But he rarely did since he found the activity too stimulating, and as a result, he would get nothing done. With a light tap on her butt, he said, "Bend over."
She complied, placing her hands on the wall, and letting him rinse her vulva with warm water, then he worked his way down her legs and feet.
As much as he loved the floral-scented soap on her, he loathed having any on his body. Smelling like a lady wasn't a thought he wanted to entertain. Thus, he turned on the shower head and rinsed her thoroughly before starting his own washing process. "Wash my back."
She grabbed the loofah sponge on the hook, tucked his long hair away from his back, and began to work down his spine.
"Harder," he said, soaping up his arms.
"I don't understand how you find this enjoyable." The sponge's fabric was rather gritty—too gritty for most people. And the force that he demanded would leave normal skins raw for days.
"I ask the same question about you and shopping." He scoffed.
"Fair enough." She smiled until a thought occurred to her. He had been criticizing her scrubbing techniques every chance he got as if he was trying to recreate a memory. She frowned. "Who else washed your back?"
Instead of answering, he fell silent.
Her hands stopped abruptly; her tone was doused in suspicion. "Gin?"
He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself. "Vodka." Despite having his fair share of women, he had never trusted anyone else enough to perform such an intimate task.
The sponge in her hand vibrated as she bit her lips to contain her laughter.
"Shut up!" He snapped.
"Aw, you miss him, don't you?" She leaned on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. You'll have to make do with me."
"I miss having my back washed." He growled. That woman was never going to let him live this down.
"I'm always happy to do it. Only something gets in the way." She glanced down at his spent and flaccid manhood, which she assumed to be harmless to Vodka.
"Shut up and scrub." He snarled. It was partially her fault. He would personally like to see any men who could be unfazed when a naked, soaped-up Vermouth washed their backs.
She smiled, leaned away, and started rubbing along his broad back. Her effort earned a sigh of contentment as he savored the demise of the invisible itch that had been bothering him for days.
His mind wandered. He asked out of the blue, "How long is she going to be here?"
"Come on. I miss having a girlfriend around. It's not like you want to chitchat about men or clothes." She smiled sweetly and kissed the nape of his neck. "At least you have Akai."
"He's not a friend!" He spat.
"And why did you complain to him?" Her hot breaths burned his ear and he had no comebacks. "Meanwhile, if you want a break, Yukiko is planning a girls' trip with Katie. You would have about thirty hours without them."
The massage on his back was divine, making him tipsy on affection. He blurted out. "Good."
"Perfect. We'll be having so much fun." She grinned devilishly as her hands worked magic on his tired muscles. "With Katie."
"Whatever. Go." He sighed in contentment. Finally, the brown-headed freeloader made herself useful. Or so he thought.
By the time he came to his senses, Vermouth was already in her bathrobe and was in the middle of drying her hair at her dressing table.
"Did you say we? You're going too?" He stumbled out of the bathroom, water still dripping down his naked skin, wet footprints trailing on the granite floor after him.
"You said yes. No takebacks." She tutted and waved her forefinger at him while admiring his confused handsome face in her mirror.
"I wasn't thinking straight." Making decisions in the shower was a bad idea. He forgot that striking a deal with Vermouth was the same as with the devil. Nothing good went his way.
"Too bad." She pursed her lips with false empathy.
"Why can't I go?" His eyes narrowed.
"It's a girls' trip. Unless you want a sex change …" Her voice trailed off. Then, she turned around and said in the most serious tone, "Which I would wholeheartedly support."
"Don't be clever with me!" He was practically barking.
She sauntered to the furious man, then peppered him with kisses. "Relax, we're just going to Cotswold. It's beautiful and only a three-hour drive away."
He inhaled deeply and ran his hand along his face to calm him down. Her floral scent helped as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her chest against his. Finally, he sighed. "When?"
"Tomorrow."
"And you're telling me now!"
She rested her chin on his shoulder and said cheekily, "It's a spur-of-the-moment thing."
Then, it dawned on him. He glared at her and said through gritted teeth, "They're packing right now, aren't they?"
"Smart man." She rewarded him with a wet kiss on his cheek. Her lips smacked together and created a sloppy sound to crown her victory.
-o0o-
Gin came downstairs to an excited bunch gathering around the coffee table chatting about the upcoming trip.
"I love you, daddy." Kate was the first to notice her father.
"Don't even. Your mother tricked me." He put his hand on the back of the couch where Vermouth was sitting and glared down at her.
"How?" Kate looked curious.
"Yes, how did I trick you exactly?" Vermouth innocently blinked her eyes, taunting him.
To Yukiko and Kate's bewilderment, he gritted his teeth and gave her a good long scowl before making a beeline for the only saving grace in the house. The decanter of scotch.
"Excuse me," Vermouth told the pair. The corner of her lips quirked up in amusement, then she stood up and quickly followed him. Resting her cheek on his shoulder, she asked, "How long are you going to sulk?"
He paid her no mind and kept nursing his glass of amber liquid.
"If you want to say something, just say it." She grinned, her hand stroking his arm.
He snarled. "I had one of the best fuck in my life and it turned out to be just a trick."
"Thank you. Me too." She hugged him from the side with one arm around his shoulder. His sneer only made her chuckle vigorously. "But you don't get to be hurt when we once had sex because you saw a new position in my Vanity Fair. And for your next question, yes, I know you read my magazines when I'm not around."
He squeezed his eyes shut. It wasn't because he was curious. Not initially. He read a lot of them during her coma and the habit carried on. It was like touring women's minds.
She looked up and smirked. "Besides, I can only claim credit for about half of the work." She knew she had pushed the right button when a subsequent grin bloomed on his lips. Stroking his chest, she glanced at her daughter and said softly, "Come on, don't ruin it for Katie. She's looking forward to this trip."
"No Santa." He glared at her and issued an ultimatum. No sneaking his daughter to see Santa behind his back.
"Promise." She grinned, pecked his cheek, and ushered him to join them in the living room where he wished for death the entire evening.
-o0o-
The sun was struggling up on the horizon, barely aroused from its deep slumber. Chilly air lingered at the first ray of sunlight. Gin was still in his robe as he was hauling the suitcases to the car trunk.
Vermouth was all dressed up in her double-breasted camel cashmere coat, leather leggings, and thick combat boots. As he gave the trunk a final scan, she wrapped her brown scarf snuggly around her neck, then placed a kiss on his cheek. "Be good. Don't mess with your neighbors just because you're bored."
"You care about his well-being now?" He scoffed and snapped the lid shut.
She gave him an incredulous look. "Of course not. I simply don't want Shuichi Akai as my enemy. Again." Her ribs still ached where his shotgun's pellets made contact.
Before she could get in the car, he pulled her close by her forearm and spat venomously. "No Santa."
She rolled her eyes and took a brief moment to smile at her daughter. Kate was already in her car seat, waving at her mother through the rear window. "I've heard you plenty. I dreamt that you killed Santa with a rolling pin."
With that said, she got in the driver's seat and drove away.
-o0o-
Gin was frowning until the car completely disappeared from his sight, only to find a smirking Akai sauntering toward him with a steaming mug of coffee.
"What?" Gin glared at his too-cheerful neighbor.
"I'm sorry." Akai shot him a sympathetic look.
Then, it dawned on Gin what the other man was implying. "They're not leaving me."
"It'll get better." There it was. The condescending smile.
"It's just a short trip." Gin growled.
"Without you." Akai grimaced.
"It's a girls' trip."
"With a lot of luggage." Akai arched an eyebrow.
"How long have you known those women? They always pack like it's the apocalypse. Why are you bothering me anyway?" Gin snapped before slowly noticing Akai's rather disheveled appearance: the unkempt hair, the dark circles beneath his eyes, the tired gaze that bitter coffee couldn't fix. Gin's scowl morphed into a grin. "How did the talk go?"
"You did it on purpose." Akai's expression plummeted, caused by a night of getting to know his sofa intimately.
"And you fell for it." Gin smirked triumphantly. The corners of his lips turned up at an impossible height.
-o0o-
Half an hour into their trip, Yukiko frowned at the car navigation system. "Where are we going?"
"We're going to Cotswold." Vermouth tapped her fingers on the steering wheel and winked at her bewildered friend. "After I make a quick stop."
Yukiko stared unblinkingly for a good minute before settling back in the passenger seat. Vermouth's confidence was contagious, which put everyone at ease.
-o0o-
Last night …
Akai was banished from his bedroom. Standing in the hallway with a pillow in his hand, he said to the closed wooden door, "I'm sorry."
Woken up by the commotion, Mary made a beeline for the source of the disturbance. She caught her son just in time to hear his plea.
"Mum, can you talk to her?" Perhaps, Akemi would listen to a lady's reason. Shuichi Akai had never been banished to the living room, and he didn't plan to start now. Especially for such a silly reason.
To his surprise, Mary went back into her room. Moments later, she emerged with a blanket and casually dropped it in his hand.
"Mum?" Akai held the blanket in shock. Answering him was the sound of his mother's door snapping shut.
Sighing, he settled down on the sofa. His sleep was restless. He kept tossing and turning. Until late, as he was drifting in and out of consciousness, he heard light footsteps approaching him. A hand on his shoulder, checking on him. Her familiar scent aroused him from his slumber. He knew his sweet Akemi would never have the heart to see him suffer. However, his joy was fleeting.
The voice of his mother crushed his hope. "He's a grown man. A night won't kill him. His father spent a whole month on the floor."
MUM?! What are you teaching my wife? A deeply wounded Akai screamed internally as the sound of footsteps left his side.
-o0o-