(A/N: Never thought I'd become focused on a harem story when I rarely watch that genre of anime. xD)
Shinsou frowned to himself when one of the guards led him to the visitation room. He was clueless to who would stop by to check up on him. Kaminari knew it would look bad if he dropped by, at least, he hoped the dunce did...And what did the guard mean by saying it was an emergency? That was the only reason he was being allowed to even have any visitors what with his 'bad' behavior.
At the sight of the pale skinned and shaggy auburn-haired male on the other side of the glass pane, Shinsou felt his body grow rigid with tension. Kai Chisaki...the son of his boss and the one who would eventually have taken over the Hassaikai faction if not for doubts the old man had begun to develop for the antisocial sociopath.
And the germaphobe was still wearing that creepy ass plague mask that had frightened Hitoshi since he was a young teen...
"Why are you here...?" Shinsou demanded, his lavender eyes narrowing into slits.
"I figured I'd stop by and see how you were enjoying your imprisonment, Hitoshi," Kai voiced calmly, his small golden eyes glimmering with a hint of amusement. "I've missed you...my dear brother."
I highly doubt that...You're the one that framed me and got me locked up here in the first place Shinsou thought bitterly. He could almost see the greasy smile the narrow-built man sported behind that mask he so loved.
Chisaki closed his eyes, hanging his head in a remorseful state. "I hear your sentence has been extended for another year...It's a shame to hear that. Father was so upset when he learned this...so much so, that it might just cause his health to take a turn for the worse."
"What's that supposed to mean...?"
"I wanted to notify you about this beforehand...Hassaikai group is going to undergo a huge revolution in the very near future."
"What are you planning, Kai...? You wouldn't actually do anything to the old man...?" Shinsou muttered, the warning clear in his tone. In his heart, he could feel nothing but fear.
"I was nice enough to let you know, but it's none of your concern...Since you're behind bars," Chisaki voiced with a small chuckle, turning on his heels and heading for the exit. "After all, you were never really a part of this family...Just some dirty mutt father felt sorry for."
"Kai! Don't just walk away from me!" Shinsou growled out, slamming his fist on the glass.
"That's enough, Shinsou! Your time's up, anyways." the guard barked out, giving the purple haired male a small push to make him start walking back to his isolation cell.
Dammit Shinsou swore, gritting his teeth and hanging his head. He really was powerless. The longer he remained here, the more chance Chisaki would have to harm the old man...And he wasn't certain if those on his side could even protect Shie if they caught wind of this clear coup...
Eyeing each of the prisoners, who were seated at their own desk area working with various tools often used in a basic high school shop class, Bakugou found himself stopping behind Shinsou. His blond brow lifted up for the messy haired male was staring forlornly down at the wood he was supposed to be cutting and measuring.
"Is there some reason you're not working?" Bakugou inquired. A small "tch!" left his lips when Shinsou refused to answer, and he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "What have...you two been up to while I've been gone?"
"...Nothing. I've just been undergoing treatment for the injuries you inflicted on me." Shinsou claimed, peering back at the warden for a moment and then placing his full focus on the medium sized block of wood.
"I forbid you from meeting with 3077 ever again. Do I make myself clear?"
Hitoshi couldn't stop the derisive snort that escaped his lips. "What? Are you jealous, Mr. Warden? When did that woman become your property?"
Bakugou's red eyes darkened. "Let me give you a piece of advice...or rather a warning. If you ever get close to 3077 again...I'll have you both transferred to a special institution."
"And what kind of institution is that exactly...?"
Bakugou gave a feral grin, gripping at the whip he carried at his side. "Trust me, you don't want to find out...That's why I suggest you behave like the fucking convicts you are. Do I make myself clear?"
"Perfectly..."
"And don't forget, you sleep deprived bastard, I'm always watching you." Bakugou gave one more warning before he sauntered off.
The guy's serious...That look in his eyes completely creeped me out Shinsou pondered, clasping his hands, that actually shook, together. Even with his warning...can I bring myself to abandon that woman...?
To her amazement, Kaori was still allowed to cook in the kitchens. She assumed Bakugou wouldn't allow her to keep her little job after her last attempt at escape...Kaori supposed this was his way of punishment in itself. They all only had fifteen minutes to eat, and she was the last to sit down at a table that was luckily empty.
I'm going to end up with stomach cramps if I always have to scarf down my food like this Kaori thought to herself, letting out a little sigh.
Finding herself glancing at Shinsou, Kaori watched him place a pair of chopsticks against his mouth, something that caused her cheeks to burn. It was hard not to recall how that same mouth had been all over her body just a few days ago.
I wonder if Shinsou still thinks about that night Kaori wondered, her heart rate picking up speed when those sleepy eyes of his met hers. Yet she noticed he quickly averted his gaze, something that caused her to peer behind where she understood why.
They were under surveillance.
Bakugou's been more vigilant lately. It's almost like he's waiting for any chance he can get to discipline either Shinsou or me again...That's why Shinsou's doing his best to avoid further trouble. I need to start being more careful myself. Even so...
When they were instructed to head off for their assigned labors for the day after breakfast, Kaori wondered if Bakugou was pairing Shinsou and her up on purpose? That would be just like him...Carefully glancing around, knowing it might still not be wise, when not spotting those familiar reddish-brows irises, Kaori lifted up her box and made her way over to the quiet male.
"I-I know I shouldn't be approaching you like this, but I wanted to know how your injuries were doing?" Kaori whispered.
Shinsou closed his eyes, uttering out in a cold tone, "Do you really...believe there's something between us? Don't get the wrong idea, it was just that one time. The guy waiting on the outside will cry if he finds out, you know. But well...I suppose it's a nice way to kill some time. Hurry up and get back to work before you're scolded."
Staring at Shinsou's back with big eyes after he had placed the larger box he carried down on the table. Kaori sat her own down beside it and then wrapped her arms around her body. It felt like she had just been punched in the gut. She felt nauseous.
"What is wrong with me...He's absolutely right. I'm shown just a little kindness, and I completely forget all about poor Tamaki," Kaori whispered to herself, biting down hard enough on the inside of her mouth to make it bleed-her eyes filled with shame. "I'm disgusting...Someone like me really does deserve to be here..."
Working through her job of stacking and unloading various parcels as quickly as she could, Kaori silently made her way back to her cell where she sat down on her bed and pulled her knees up to her chest.
"Spending my two years in solitude sounds like the perfect punishment. It was wrong of me to try and get close to anyone here..." Kaori mumbled, quickly wiping away the tears that were forming before they could fall.
It was moments like this that Kaori hated the fact that she was such a crybaby. She didn't deserve to shed tears either. Any repercussions she suffered was exactly what she had earned.
Caught up in her own self-deprecation, Kaori hadn't noticed she was being watched and followed from the moment Shinsou had told her those icy words. Only the sound of her door rattling forced her attention elsewhere, gripping more firmly at her legs when seeing the warden. And that expression on his handsome face...For a moment, she thought the smirk he wore was mocking, but that wasn't quite right...
"How does it feel, 3077? To have lost everything?" he questioned in a low tone. "You poor miserable thing..."
Kaori found herself backing as far against the wall as she could when Katsuki reached out for her, but he didn't lay a hand on her. Instead, he held it out for her. It was like he was expecting her to accept his strong and callused hand.
"I know what it feels like...to lose everything you have. Looks like I'm the only one left...who'll pay any attention to you..."
How can someone seemingly so messed up look so beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time Kaori wondered, not able to direct her eyes away from his. Those red orbs seemed to be trying to make her understand that they were similar in more ways than she wanted to believe.
Licking at her dry lips, Kaori gently reached out to take the warden's hand, her fingers tracing his palm that was hidden by the white glove. "Shinsou told me...that you held back when you whipped him with these hands...And sometimes...you look at me with sympathy in your eyes. Y-you act like a cold hard ass, but is that really who you are...?"
Too late, Kaori understood she had messed up. The sorrowfulness in Bakugou's eyes had vanished and he was instead looking at her with a mixture of hate and anger.
"Shut up! You're the one who took everything from me!" he snarled out, making the girl yelp when he pulled his hand away; forcing her down on her back and spreading her legs apart. "So why would I feel sympathy for you?"
Trembling when her shirt was unbuttoned and her pants were unzipped by the clearly unhinged male, Kaori watched as Bakugou-per usual-removed his gloves and proceeded to pinch and rub at her clit once he had gotten down on his knees. She whimpered when his tongue traced her now swollen nub before he placed her legs over his shoulders, yanking her core closer to his face.
"You have a rich imagination," Bakugou growled. He smirked to himself feeling the girl quiver when he simply breathed on her pussy, burying his face into it where he started to eat her out.
Covering her mouth with one hand to stop herself from screaming at the intense, almost starved way Bakugou's mouth was touching her most sensitive area, Kaori had to grip at the bedsheets beneath her with her other just for some meager form of respite.
Unlike the girl, who was trying to hide and deny the pleasure she was feeling, Bakugou grinned into Kaori's folds, finding her slit becoming more drenched with each lick his tongue placed upon it. Her glistening pink walls were already twitching, he noticed, when he pulled back her folds to get a better look. While the whimpers and little mewls Kaori was eliciting showed him the spiky haired girl was reaching her limit. It's why he wasn't surprised when he began to tongue fuck her, after only a few minutes, that she ended up releasing her juices all over his already moist lips.
"Good girl. With how much you disobey my orders, you need to atone," Bakugou said in a huskier tone, his hands squeezing and massaging at Kaori's tanned thighs as he pulled himself upwards to lean over the panting inmate. "So atone, and never disobey me again."
Gripping onto her chin, Bakugou captured her muffled gasp when he pressed his lips against Kaori's.
Kaori became more flushed, the sensation of tasting herself upon her lips feeling strangely erotic. She moaned; his hands having latched onto her bottom as he pulled her warm form closer against his own. She could feel his erection through his pants as he grinded against her like an animal in heat, all while devouring her mouth in the similar way he had her womanhood.
It was almost like Bakugou was in a state of desperation. Practically ripping the emerald eyed girl's shirt completely off her, he flipped Kaori around and tugged down her pants further where they fell at her ankles. She could hear him unzipping his own slacks, a whimper leaving Kaori when he stroked her with his tool yet didn't enter her. And when he was finally penetrating her, the warden didn't hesitate from slamming into her; Kaori not able to muffle the sharp scream this time.
"Nh...Ah!" Kaori gasped out. One of the warden's hands had gripped onto her hip while Bakugou's other was groping and palming her breast.
"Come on...say it," Bakugou commanded through his own rough pants, pinching and twisting at her nipple, his thrusting picking up pace. He leaned forward licking at Kaori's ear, a smirk on his lips as the woman was holding onto the wall for support just so she wouldn't collapse. "Hurry!"
"I-I won't...disobey you again...!" Kaori whimpered out, a bit of drool escaping her mouth. That burning pressure was starting to build up in her stomach again.
Why...does it always feel so good when he's inside me Kaori wondered, tears of pleasure having pooled in her eyes. And he's moaning...is he enjoying this, too? No...that doesn't matter. I'm betraying Tamaki once again. And it feels...like I'm betraying Shinsou, too...I've become such a sinful woman...I just keep...losing myself to Katsuki Bakugou...
"Ah...ngh...I'm coming...!" Kaori cried out, seeing a flash of stars when her body jolted and her orgasm overcame her. She fell limply to the bed, feeling Bakugou still pressed against her as his chest rested upon her back; his arms wrapped securely around her torso. She had felt him remove himself from her, but it didn't seem like he was quite ready to let her go just yet.
Deep in the forest, upon a high mountain, sat a traditional styled Japanese manor. This belonged to the notorious yakuza gang known as the Shie Hassaikai. If anyone were to take one look at the elderly man seated behind the desk, many would question if he was the actual leader of those who tended to strike fear in the hearts of others.
For his eyes, that were hidden behind a pair of square glasses, were far too kind.
"Chisaki...I heard you went to visit Hitoshi. What has he been up to, getting his sentence extended by a year?" Shie asked with a soft smile, though he felt concern for his youngest son.
"You really do care for that whelp, don't you, father? Despite him not being blood related," Kai said, managing to keep his voice calm and even. His hand gripped into a tight fist at his side, and the men who stood next to him felt a cold sweat forming on their necks noticing how Chisaki's pristine white gloves were becoming stained with blood.
"Shinsou was a troublemaker in the beginning, but he's a nice, compassionate guy who I feel can do wonders for our family," Shie claimed. "You are my son, Kai...but I believe you still lack what is required to be the head of the Hassaikai. That's why-"
A fit of coughs hit Shie, causing him to pause in his sentence; a small pain growing in his chest from the violent coughs. He wheezed, trying to catch his breath. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he gave a weak smile to his son who had moved by his side.
"You shouldn't push yourself when your body is wracked with disease..."
"It's nothing, Kai. Just a sign I'm getting old, hah hah...!"
"That's right. Sorry, father, but I'm afraid it's time the family stopped living by your old-fashioned values. Compassion and obligation aren't the correct methods to take over this country."
Not able to question what his son meant, the last thing Shie felt was something cold press against the side of his head. The men who watched the bullet pierce through their former leader's head grew stiff, but made no moves to disarm or yell at the short haired male for his cruel actions.
"This world is a business...you can leave the rest to me," Chisaki stated, placing the gun in his father's hand. Removing the gloves he wore, Chisaki quickly disposed of them and had the men sterilize and bandage his self-injury for him.
Almost gently placing the old man's head on the desk, Kai then laid a piece of paper nearby him. "You committed suicide because you couldn't bear your disease any longer. I had your will forged in your handwriting. I'll turn your assets...into a fortune."