Here's my first NSFW chapter that's Haise x Mutsuki, with a twist ending that I figured a lot of you would like.
Thank you for the reviews and support; I love writing this story for you guys, and look forward to your feedback!
And remember, I won't judge you for wanting to see certain fetishes or kinks play out here in later chapters.
The chef don't judge.
Anyway, thank you, and I hope you enjoy this spicy chapter.
Mutsuki had always considered himself comfortable underneath his male gender identity. Since CCG had never bothered being personally invested in him, considering that he had always performed at an average performance when it came to his career as a ghoul investigator, there was never any reason for them to take notice of him other than him being a quinx.
However, ever since he first was hired on by Touka six months ago, he for the first time in his life had been viewed as something more than just an expandable number; he was seen and treated like a respected person.
Both Touka and her uncle had discovered Mutsuki's secret on their own accord, and each of them had approached him in private, as to respect him. For the first time seemingly ever in his professional life, he had been questioned on why he preferred to go by a different pronoun other than the one assigned to him by birth.
Mutsuki's responses in the beginning consisted of either 'Oh, it's just something I've always felt comfortable with! I've always related more to being a man rather than a woman,' or 'It's just who I am, really! I never liked the idea of being a woman, so… I decided to be a man!'
Thankfully, his generalized and even purposefully misleading answers had satisfied Touka and Yomo's curiosity, and the two ghouls had stopped pestering him about his identity long ago. Not that Mutsuki ever felt the need to explain himself, but he found that telling others those easy-to-grasp lies always made it easier for him to gain others' trust.
However, the truth behind Mutsuki's use of male pronouns ran deep into his abusive childhood, and the trauma he had acquired from his father was what made him consider being a woman to be synonymous with being weak.
Mutsuki never told anyone about his childhood, and oftentimes pretended that it never happened himself. However, there were of course nights where he'd have recurring nightmares of being drowned in a bathtub by his father; being forced to appease him by telling him just how good of a father he was to him, all while getting stared at like a piece of meat that was ready for the chopping block.
Mutuski's upbringing was what made him grow to fear men; even Urie and Shirazu used to frighten him when they would argue and get at each other's throats. Mutsuki knew the repercussions of a man's anger, and often was on the receiving end of it, so he had always hated conflict.
However, ever since Haise had entered his life, Mutsuki's timid life of appeasing those who hurt him changed entirely. Not necessarily for the better however, because as time went on, Haise's optimistic and loving nature soon became Mutsuki's only escape from the cage his childhood trauma had built for him.
Haise was more than just a teacher and a friend to Mutsuki; he was his perfect ideal match.
Haise was Mutsuki's comfort, and was the perfect man in his eyes: Haise was funny, polite, kind, loving, sweet, and every other thing that his father wasn't. Haise had given Mutsuki a taste of what a loving and semi-functional family could be, and it has ever since been the quinx's dream to have a family of his own with Haise.
So naturally, Mutsuki was the one who adjusted the worst out of everyone during Haise's six-month coma; and compared to Touka and Eto, that was saying something.
While Mutsuki pretended to be fine on the outside, the truth was that on the inside, within the recesses of his mind, his crush for Haise had developed into an unhealthy obsession. He had played the fool and pretended to think nothing of the past, but in reality, Mutsuki had grown to hate Saiko within the past six-months.
Mutsuki had never forgotten the fact that Saiko was the one who shot Haise in the chest seven times, nor did he ever forgive her for it. Mutsuki also found it unforgivable that Saiko had been chosen to watch over Haise while he was bedridden, and it enraged him that she had access to his body during the whole time and somehow Mutsuki was supposed to be okay with it.
Not only did Saiko seemingly have Haise all to herself, at least according to the way Mutsuki saw it, but she also was the only one who Urie would still occasionally text and she had the gull to keep their messages to herself.
In Shirazu's case, Saiko grew to be closer to him than he was with Mutsuki, mostly due to them working together as waiters; meaning that they often spent more time with each other than with Mutsuki.
But none of that mattered to Mutsuki, who hated Saiko so much that he secretly kept a photo of her in his desk that he would only take out to use as targeting practice for his knives. Because of Saiko, Mutsuki secretly grew not only to hate other men, but also grew to hate other women as well.
In that very moment in Mutsuki's twisted mind, the only person who he could feel comfortable being himself with was Haise; which meant that so long as they were behind closed doors, he didn't have to worry about wandering eyes preventing him from doing what he wanted with his 'Sensei'.
Due to Haise having struggled to properly adjust the water temperature to his liking, Mutsuki seemed more than happy to have him undress in his bedroom while he prepared the shower for him. Standing in the corner of his bedroom, Haise did his best to carefully remove his white trench coat and slacks to place them in his hamper without getting any pieces of broken glass onto the floor.
Feeling a bit upset that the trench coat that he thought had looked snazzy on him was already dirty, Haise grumbled to himself about needing to get his hands on some new outerwear while he slid his turtleneck shirt off before sliding his boxers and slacks down to his ankles.
Kicking his foot up to absent-mindfully toss his still-clean boxers and slacks against the side of the hamper without realizing that he could have used them again, Haise ended up only making more laundry for someone else to take care of as he finished stripping tossing his fresh socks into the dirty clothes bin as well.
Having gone only a few hours being clothed since he had awaken, Haise was once again dawning his 'birthday suit', that was becoming more of a common occurrence in his recent life than it ever had before; not that he had the memory to realize that, of course.
Once he was ass-naked, Haise didn't get more than a few steps away from the hamper when he stumbled upon a vanity mirror that was mounted into a white table that sat against the wall.
Thankful that light bulbs around the perimeter of the vanity mirror were already on so he didn't have to fumble with any switches, Haise stared at his own reflection for the first time in six-months.
His hair was as fluffy as he couldn't remember it being, and even his white and black tones of his hair were still as vibrant as ever. Even though he had been bedridden for six months, he had only suffered minor effects of atrophy, which meant that he still had his athletic-sculpted body that was slender and muscular.
However, none of that mattered to Haise, who was too distracted by his own reflection for an entirely different reason. Rather than checking himself out, Haise was using the mirror to make silly faces to amuse himself. In his moment of child-like enthrallment, Haise's mind quickly whipped up a pun that he figured Mutsuki would get a kick out of.
"Hey Mutsuki!" Haise called out to his underling as he kept his eyes focused intently on his own smirking face.
"... Yes, Sensei~?" Mutsuki answered back in a far more feminine and confident voice that sounded very much different than his usual self that it even caught someone as clueless as Haise off guard.
"Erm… Y-You know, I think I oughta get a job cleaning mirrors," Haise said in his usual chipper voice, after quickly getting over the fact that Mutsuki had answered his call in a sensual tone. "I can really see myself doing that, after all~!" Haise said in a humorous tone, after nailing the punchline.
Little did Haise know however, his lame pun's punchline wasn't the only thing in that room that wanted to get 'nailed'.
Hearing Mutsuki's pity chuckle from behind him, Haise turned his head over his shoulder to be greeted with his underling staring at him with a wide smile and without his eyepatch on. "Sensei… How I've missed you and your terrible sense of humor…! I'm glad you're back with me again, where you belong."
Not bothered at all by the fact that Mutsuki was now standing directly beside his naked body, Haise turned himself to the right to smile brightly at his underling, who had zero problems being in his personal space.
"Thanks Mutsuki; I'm glad to be back… I've been doing so much 'self-reflecting' since I've been up," Haise said with another playful look in his eyes while nudging his thumb toward the mirror; earning him another pity chuckle from Mutsuki.
"Anyway… Can I tell you something, Mutsuki? Just something between you and I?" Haise asked in an unsure yet still polite voice.
Eager at the thought of being the one who Haise confined in, Mutsuki nodded his head swiftly before jumping onboard with whatever his mentor had wanted to tell him.
"Of course Sensei, you can tell me anything…!" Mutsuki said in a soothing voice, as he took a step closer to Haise so that their chests were a mere centimeters apart from touching.
While he still didn't have a basic construct of how far one should be apart from another while in the midst of a conversation, Haise did find it peculiar when Mutsuki's arm reached around his waist to pull him closer to him.
"Um… Well, just between you and I, ever since I've woken up, people around me have been acting sort of odd," Haise mused with an intrigued look in his eyes, as he thought more about the way others had been treating him more so than the fact that Mutsuki was moving his head down to rest it against his bare chest.
"... It's just because they all want you for their own selfish reasons, Sensei," Mutsuki answered back in a knowingly-deceitful way, as he quietly smirked in satisfaction at what he had just said.
Feeling shocked at the answer he'd received from his trusted underling, Haise felt an immense sense of bewilderment coming over him, as he narrowed his eyes in no particular direction. "... Selfish reasons? What do you mean by that, Mutsuki?"
Having already anticipated that Haise would have easily taken the bait he had set out for him, Mutsuki made sure to slowly look up at his mentor with an innocent and worried expression, as to make it seem like he pitied him.
"Oh Sensei… I thought you could tell… Hasn't it struck you as odd that the manager has yet to address you by your preferred name? I thought it was obvious, but… I'm sorry that I assumed you knew already…" Mutsuki said in a false-sympathetic voice, before subtly reaching his other arm around Haise to begin caressing his lower back and hip.
Furrowing his brow to convey confusion at the subject, Haise honestly hadn't really thought about it all that much before Mutsuki had brought it up. "It's okay Mutsuki, but… You do bring up an interesting point… Why does Touka call me 'Kaneki', instead of 'Haise'?"
"It's because when she looks at you, she doesn't see you as anything more than the phantom of who you used to be… She loves the idea of 'Kaneki' being back in her life, not the reality of 'Haise' being in her life," Mutsuki cooed softly into Haise's chest, as he traced his fingers slowly down to gently run his hands down the other man's posterior. "... She doesn't want you for who you are."
Had Haise had any memories with the coffee manager back when he was Kaneki, perhaps Mutsuki's persuasive words would have had a bigger impact on him. However, since all he could remember was being on mutual terms of respect with Touka, it didn't affect him all that much.
"Well that's unfortunate, isn't it?" Haise mused nonchalantly, much to Mutsuki's surprise.
Having expected a more dramatic reaction from Haise, Mutsuki found himself pausing in the midst of his own exploration of his mentor's body so he could ask, "You… You really aren't upset about that, Sensei?"
"'It is what it is', as they say; or at least, I think that's what people say..." Haise muttered under his breath, as he stared down at the floor to reflect whether or not that term was real and not just something he came up with on the fly. "Anyway… No, it doesn't really bother me; after all, I can't control what people think about me. Although, I still wonder if she's going to take me to that 'mall' she mentioned earlier; whatever the heck that is..."
Feeling an astounding feeling of relief washing over his body, Mutsuki let out a quiet chuckle to himself at the realization that Haise wasn't as socially-perceptive as he once thought him to be. 'This is going to be a hell of a whole lot easier to do…!' Mutuski thought giddily to himself, before suddenly taking a step back to present his body in full view for Haise to look at.
"Hey Sensei, forget what I was talking about, okay~?" Mutsuki requested optimistically, as he reveled in the idea of just how easy it was going to be for him to manipulate Haise.
"Oh… Okay, sure; whatever you say Mutsuki," Haise said with a carefree look on his grinning face, before slowly looking over his underling's shoulder to the direction of the bathroom, where the sight of hot comforting steam leaking from the running water beckoned him. "Erm… Mutsuki, I'm kind of cold here, now that I think about it, so… Mind if I go over there where it's warm? I came here to shower, didn't I?"
"Of course Sensei, I'll let you take a shower… But you have to do something for me in return," Mutsuki said with a widening smile that revealed his white glimmering teeth to his mentor, as he felt his heart racing in his chest with excitement.
Cocking his head toward his shoulder slightly, Haise arched an eyebrow at the devious smile on Mutsuki's face before replying with, "... Doing something for you in return for, what, a shower? I wasn't aware of there being a list of terms and conditions, ha ha..." Haise replied back jokingly in an uneasy voice, as he felt himself unsure of how to respond to Mutsuki's strange behavior.
"Oh no, no, no Sensei; I wasn't trying to make you feel uncomfortable or anything," Mutsuki said with a forced laugh, as he began to unbutton his white dress shirt. "... I was only going to ask you if you'd let me shower with you, is all." Mutsuki said in a lower tone of voice, as he stopped unbuttoning his shirt before he could reveal the binder around his chest to Haise.
Squinting with a bit of suspicion in his eyes, Haise frowned a bit at the idea of showering with another man. "Mutsuki, erm… Isn't that… Isn't that kind of weird, ha ha?"
Faking a shocked expression, Mutsuki confidently shook his head at his mentor's accusation. "No, not at all Sensei; people who are close to one another shower with each other all the time!" Mutsuki said, while making sure to twist the truth far enough so what he said wasn't too unbelievable. "Remember public bathhouses? It's pretty much the same concept, if you try not to think too hard about it~!"
"Oh… Yeah, I think I remember those being a thing… Public bathhouses are real and not just like, make believe, right?" Haise asked with an uneasy smile on his face, as he found himself filling in the holes to Mutsuki's vague and spotty words of encouragement.
"They sure are, Sensei! In fact, they're perfectly normal…!" Mutsuki replied back, this time being in a position where he could tell Haise the truth.
Pondering over the false-facts that had been laid out for him, Haise eventually came to the conclusion that what Mutsuki had been telling him made enough sense to him. "... Okay, I guess if that's normal, I don't see any reason why we can't shower together."
With every inch closer that Haise was falling into his palm, the less Mutsuki could hide his visible perverse-excitement for what he had planned for his mentor. "Good… Good… Now Sensei, I know you're cold, and you want to be in the same shower as me…" Mutsuki said in a daunting voice.
'I don't think I said anything remotely close to that,' Haise thought to himself at first, before suddenly having second doubts. '... At least, I don't remember saying those exact words.'
"... Was there something else you wanted from me, Mutsuki?" Haise asked in a slightly annoyed voice, which normally would have upset the timid young man Mutsuki that usually presented himself as being. However, the quinx remained unphased by his mentor's impatience, and merely took another menacing step closer to him.
"All I ask of you Sensei is that you keep what I'm about to tell you a secret from everyone else…" Mutsuki said in an off putting voice, as he reached down to forcibly interlock his fingers in between Haise's own fingers. "... And since I've agreed to keep what we discussed about Touka a secret, isn't it only fair that you return the favor?"
While Haise wasn't happy about the idea of having to lie to those he considered his friends, more-or-less, the preemptive stages of guilt he had for having even thought of telling Mutsuki no weighed heavily on his heart. "Well… When you put it that way, it sure would be awful of me to not do the same for you… Wouldn't it?"
"It sure would, Sensei; it most definitely would," Mutsuki said with a slightly-crazed look in his wide eyes, as he stared hungrily at the oblivious young man. "... Rather than telling you my secret Sensei, I'd rather have you see it for yourself… Undress me."
Caught off guard by how suddenly Mutsuki switched gears from being sweet and patient, to being demanding, Haise flinched a bit at just how blunt his underling was now being with him. "Erm… Mutsuki, I don't-"
"-I wasn't asking you, Sensei; I was telling you... Undress me. Now," Mutsuki said in a far more aggressive tone than he had anticipated. Mentally cursing himself for losing his patience with his mentor, Mutsuki closed his eyelids and counted backwards to himself before slowly exhaling.
"Mutsuki…? Are you, erm… Are you alright...?" Haise asked in a concerned voice, before being shushed by his underling who reached up to press his finger against his lips.
"Shhh… I'm sorry Sensei, it's just… I'm just anxious is all; I didn't mean to snap at you," Mutsuki falsely explained, as his voice regressed back into a more innocent vocal tone. "You see… I haven't shown my body to anyone before, and… It makes me feel vulnerable and scared, but… But I trust you, Sensei… So please… Please undress me."
Having fallen for the nervous act that Mutsuki was using to guilt him into forgiving him, Haise felt a warm feeling in his chest at the thought of his underling trusting him enough to be in a vulnerable and emotionally weak state in front of him. He wanted nothing but to respect the feeling of trust that he didn't know Mutsuki was using against him.
"... Well since you said 'please'~," Haise said jokingly in an attempt to lighten the mood, before suddenly changing his expression into that of sincerity. "... Thank you for putting your trust in me, Mutsuki-"
"-'Tooru'," Mutuski corrected, as he lowered his shoulders and relaxed his body in preparation to be inevitably touched by his mentor. "I… I want you to call me by my first name when it's just you and I alone… Can you do that for me?"
Feeling honored that his friend felt comfortable enough around him to drop formalities, Haise smiled sweetly at Mutsuki before nodding gently. "Of course… Tooru," Haise said with a giddy feeling swelling up in the corners of his mouth, before calming down enough to announce his intentions to him. "I'm going to unbutton your shirt now, okay Tooru? I'll try not to accidently tickle you…!"
Before Haise could even extend his arms out to begin unbuttoning Mutuski's white shirt, the qunix suddenly raised his hand up to usher him to stop; much to his confusion. "Wait… I want you to do it like this…" Mutsuki said in a sultry-like voice, before slowly turning himself around so that his back was facing Haise. "... Press yourself against me, so that you can reach easier."
Having already argued with what he considered to be enough with Mutsuki, the naked man didn't even bother to give what he had been told a second thought. Walking forward so that his flaccid manhood was pressed up against Mutsuki's pant-covered postier, Haise's happy-go-lucky demeanor instantly changed the moment he felt the soft-fabric of the other man's slacks rub up against his member.
Hearing what could only be described as a mix between a moan and a gasp escape from his mentor's lips, the fire in Mutsuki's loins began to intensify while he took pleasure in feeling Haise's cock beginning to harden against his ass.
"M-Mutsuki?! What the heck was-"
"-Shhhhh… It's okay Sensei; it's okay," Mutsuki said reassuringly in a hushed voice, as he felt Haise's hot breath against the back of his neck. "What you're feeling is arousal… You're attracted to me, Sensei; it's normal."
"Oh… Well if you say so," Haise said in the best carefree voice he could manage to use, as he felt his face beginning to become more-and-more flustered by the passing second. "I'm not… I'm not being 'cringe' right now, am I…? I think I heard Saiko call Shirazu that earlier, and I really don't want to be whatever the heck that word means..."
'Holy shit, shut the fuck up, you retard…' Mutsuki thought bitterly in annoyance, while finding Haise's banter beginning to bother him. 'Next time I'll bring a ball-gag for you, Sensei…'
"No, Sensei, no… You're doing good. Just… Just focus on taking my clothes off; I'll be sure to make you feel good while you do it," Mutsuki said in a quiet tone, while trying to once again get himself horny after being turned off by the mention of Saiko and the word 'cringe'.
"... Alrighty then," Haise replied back casually, before once again placing his trust into the young man. Wrapping his arms in between Mutsuki's armpits to begin undoing each one of the shirt's wooden buttons on the front of his shirt, Haise did his best to remain focused as he felt the other young man's hand reaching around to wrap his hand around his erected manhood.
"Oh… Oh w-wow," Haise muttered in between pants of hot breaths, as he became momentarily stunned by the new experience and pleasure of getting his very first hand job.
"Mmmmphh, Sensei…! Your cock feels so good in my hand," Mutsuki whispered in a low voice, as he raised Haise's large manhood up so that the underside of it was placed in between the fabric trench separated by his robust pant-covered asscheeks. "So big… So nice…"
"A-Ahh…!" Haise involuntarily moaned out in a breathless gasp, as felt his hips buck on their own the moment after Mutsuki began to grind his ass up-and-down against the belly of his throbbing cock. "Y-You're not… Y-You're not making it easy f-for, nghhh, m-me t-to unb-button y-your shirt, Tooru…!"
Just as Mutsuki was in the midst of biting his lower lip while getting his chest unintentionally groped by the blubbering mess of a man behind him, a sudden knock on the door immediately caused a shiver down his spine, which only intensified the moment he realized who was behind the door.
"Sasaki, a-are you in there…? I-I could really use your company right now," Eto called out in a quiet voice. From what Mutsuki could gather from the way Eto spoke, it sounded to him as if she had recently gotten done crying.
Guilt immediately replaced the overwhelming sense of lust that Mutsuki had. Disgusted with the way he manipulated someone with head trauma into being his submissive sex partner while actively telling him that it was normal, Mutsuki felt his heart sink to his chest during the same moment Haise had finally finished unbuttoning his shirt.
Despite the fact that Mutsuki hated women, the truth of the matter was that Eto wasn't just any woman to him; she had stepped in as a mother figure for him and the other quinxes. While Mutsuki still wanted Haise to himself, in the moment of what he figured to be clarity, the quinx decided to stop his advances on his mentor for the time being.
"... Sensei," Mutsuki said quietly in a solemn voice, as he reluctantly let go of the other man's manhood before turning back around to face him. "We're going to have to continue this some other time... We'll talk more about this and my secret later, but… Can you not tell Eto, or anyone else for that matter, what we just did, please? I think it would upset her more than she already is…"
Not understanding what was going on anymore, the only solace Haise had to help ease his mind about his actions was the genuine look of empathy and remorse in Mutsuki's eyes. Nodding silently, Haise quietly swallowed back the lump in his throat before nodding with an understanding look being conveyed in his grey eyes.
Thankful that Haise was as cooperative as he had been in the past, Mutsuki smiled and felt his heart flutter, before leaning up to kiss his mentor on the lips. "Thank you…" He whispered quietly, before beginning to usher him towards to shower.
"H-Hello…? Sasaki...?" Eto called out in a saddened tone, due to her starting to believe that she was being given the cold shoulder by the one person who she thought understood her the most. "I'll… I'll just go-"
"-Sorry Yoshimura; Haise's in the shower! I was just finishing up the shower for him!" Mutsuki called back, as he led toward the warm steamy bathroom that felt amazing on Haise's cold skin.
However, before Haise could utter a word in protest in order to call out Mutsuki for lying, the quinx reached up and wrapped his hand gently against his mentor's lips to shush him before staring into his eyes to convey a plea.
As much as Mutuski had assumed that Haise had become a borderline idiot, he had to give him credit where it was due. Without even needing to hear Mutsuki speak or move his lips, Haise silently gave the young man a nod before quietly closing the door behind him as he entered the shower alone.
Buttoning his shirt faster than he ever had done in his life, Mutsuki was fully clothed and at the door in three seconds flat. Upon opening the door, Mutsuki was greeted with the unpleasant sight of the half-ghoul who had puffy red eyes and had been carrying a used tissue that was balled up in her hand.
"Yoshimura, are… Are you okay?" Mutsuki asked in a genuinely worried tone, as he stepped aside to allow Eto a path into the room.
Without needing to be told twice, Eto muttered a quiet, "thank you," at Mutsuki before walking right in. Once inside and knowing that Mutsuki had closed the door behind them, Eto felt a new fresh wave of tears threatening to emerge from her already bloodshot-eyes.
Immediately wrapping his arms around Eto, just like how Haise had done for him countless times before in the past, Mutsuki pulled the half-ghoul into a warm embrace while gently brushing the back of her head. "Shhh… It's okay Yoshimura; it's okay…"
Quietly crying into Mutsuki's chest, the amount of affection she was receiving was alien to Eto, yet it was a welcomed surprise for her, and allowed her to soften her heart enough for her to return the hug. "I-I am so sorry you have to see me like this, my child… Y-You must think of me as weak…" Eto choked out in between silent sobs. "I-I'm a twenty-seven year-old woman… And I still feel like an incomptent child…."
Soothing Eto by running his finger through her messy and tangled green-hair, Mutsuki waited for the half-ghoul to catch her breath before speaking to her. "You're not weak, Yoshimura… Not by a long shot." Mutsuki said reassuringly to her. "It's like what Sensei used to say to us when we had bad days…"
"... 'People cry, not because they're weak. But because they've been strong for too long,'" Mutsuki recited with a sense of nostalgia coming over him, before suddenly hearing a small snicker escaping from Eto. "... What's so funny, Yoshimura?"
"Oh child…! Your 'mentor' took that quote from that American actor who played 'Captain Jack Sparrow' in those 'Pirates of the Caribbean' movies…!" Eto explained while still tearing up, as she felt a smile spreading across her lips.
Confused, but pleased that the quote had brought happiness to Eto, albeit in a different way that he had anticipated, Mutsuki stared down at Eto before saying, "... I don't know who Captain Jack Sparrow is. Is he famous or something?"
Almost forgetting all about the stress that had been plaguing her, the revelation that one of her surrogate children hadn't seen one of her most favorite movie franchises in her youth simply horrified Eto to the core.
"Wait… HAVE YOU'VE REALLY NEVER HEARD OF PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN?!" Eto screamed out like an outraged teenage girl, before immediately breaking the hug to grab a hold of Mutsuki's shoulders. Looking deep into her trans-son's eyes, Eto tried to find any sign of deception in Mutsuki's eyes, to see if he was lying to her for whatever reason.
"W-What…?!" Mutsuki asked with a timid look in his eyes, especially after seeing the look of disappointment in Eto's eyes. "Um, well I mean...?! T-The name sounds sort of familiar, I guess? Were they popular when you were young, Yoshimura?"
Furrowing her eyebrows and frowning at her surrogate son after he had just called her old, Eto lowered her arms back to her side before glaring at Mutsuki. "... Thanks; that really helped boost my confidence just now," Eto said sarcastically with an unamused expression on her face.
"S-Sorry, Yoshimura…! It's just that, well, you're twenty-seven years old… You're only three years away from being thirty years old, ma'am," Mutsuki pointed in his awkward way of defending himself, which didn't sit too well with the half-ghoul who often-times woke up forgetting that she wasn't fourteen years old anymore.
"... Thank you for comforting me in my time of need, I truly am grateful for having you," Eto said as calmly and as collectively as she could, before putting her hands together while exhaling slowly.
"... But right now, I REALLYwant to beat your ass for basically calling me an 'old outdated bitch', so… Yeah, I'll see you in about forty minutes; I'm sure my 'senile ass' will have forgotten your transgression by then~!" Eto said half-jokingly, before beginning to gently push Mutsuki toward the bedroom door.
"W-Wait…! I-I don't want you to be upset at me, ma'am…! Please, I'm sorry…!" Mutsuki nervously apologized, while secretly being worried upon remembering that Haise was still rock-hard when he went into the bathroom. "C-Can we talk about while Haise showers...?!"
"Don't worry child, I'm only mildly pissed off at you; it's nothing you have to worry or feel bad about," Eto said as comfortingly as she could, before practically having to shove Mutsuki out of the bedroom door. "And no, we can't talk right now. I love you, but… Just not really in the mood to talk to you right now~!" Eto said cheerfully with a pleasant smile on her face, as she once again had to use all of her willpower to NOT slam the door shut.
Alone in the hallway, Mutsuki stood there in nervous silence before quietly reaching around to feel the back of his pants. 'Maybe Haise only got a little excited when I was grinding on him… I'm sure that- Anddddd that's his precum on my ass, isn't it...?'
Feeling a wet and warm substance that bled into his fabric that covered his posterior, Mutsuki felt around more with his fingers to see just how much pre-ejaculate Haise had rubbed on to him. After patting himself down, it got to the point where Mutsuki wasn't sure which wet spots were his and which were Haise's.
Realizing that he was going to need a new change of pants, Mutsuki had only one thought in his head as the cloud of guilt and remorse for his actions began to clear up in his perverted head.
'… I should have just told him that I had an 'itch' deep inside of me that could only be 'scratched' by his cock… He probably would have fallen for that.' Mutsuki thought to himself in a frustrated manner, before deciding to head to his own bedroom to get himself off for the time being.
Too pissed off and sad to think about why she came to Haise in the first place, Eto muttered angrily under her breath about how fed up she was with seemingly everyone but her own surrogate kids, who happen to practically consider her to be as old as her father was.
Making her way over across the cold bedroom that no longer housed the medical equipment necessary to keep the one person alive who didn't judge her, all Eto could think of was seeing Haise. Eto had wanted to see Haise so much in fact, that she actually forgot that he was in the bathroom taking a shower.
Ignoring the sound of gentle pitter-patter of running water from the otherside of the door, Eto practically ripped the doorknob off of its hinges as she stomped aggressively into the bathroom.
"Sasaki, is it okay if I- Oh... Oh my…" Eto muttered to herself, as she soon found herself pleasantly surprised by the sight of Haise's fully-erect cock dripping with the hot water from the shower head that had drenched his body and hair.
Unable to see past his wet bangs, Haise smiled happily at the sound of Eto's voice while reaching up to adjust his hair so he could see the flustered look on her face. "Oh hey there Eto! Did you want to come inside and shower with me?" Haise asked with a large grin on his face. "It's pretty warm in here, and I think you can fit…"
Without knowing the social implications of having an erection was something that one wasn't supposed to be okay with others seeing, along with the fact that Mutsuki had instilled moments ago in his mind that showering with others intimately was perfectly normal, Haise considered his offer to be only a friendly gesture.
Eto, on the other hand, considered his offer to be a bit of a forward surprise; albeit, a very welcomed surprise. In her mind, Haise represented an escape from her own hatred of herself; someone who could love her and understand her more than anyone else.
Eto despised herself, and wasn't able to see herself in the same way that Haise was able to see her; that reason was what attracted Eto to Haise more than the many other aspects about him that she adored.
Aside from her sentimental fondness for the man Haise was, there of course was the sexual attraction she felt that very moment towards the physically-fit young man. After all, his throbbing wet cock had enticed her virgin eyes and peaked her curiosity, and the way it was calling out to her made her nether regions feel a certain kind of way that she never recalled ever feeling before in her life.
Not wanting to be rude of course, Eto answered his request by immediately beginning to awkwardly strip her work uniform off of herself, before nearly tripping on the wet floor as she climbed into the shower with him.
Author's notes:
The next chapter probably won't be smut, just so I can advance the plot a bit more while keeping a good pace. I mean, I'm sure Eto would just shower with him while admiring Haise, and talking with him while they wash up.
Don't worry, Haise won't always be this clueless; be patient with him, he basically has autism right now.
I didn't want to go from zero-to-a-hundred in the matter of a single chapter, and after reading the review that recommended me completing the so-called 'cockblocking circle' by having Eto interrupting Mutsuki, I decided to go full-circle and have Haise end back up with Eto.
Plus, Eto's been having it hard; I wanted her to catch a break.
Shout out to Bashleyz for reading every chapter with almost exclusively writing single-word reviews.
To go over the reviews I got for chapter eight while writing this one:
Without Haise being the 'main protagonist', everyone's lives sort of ended up worse. Everyone is screwed up, especially at :re. Touka and Ayato did have only themselves to blame, but being someone who self-projects their anger onto others, Touka blames Eto, even though deep down she knows that it's her own fault. Also, turns out in this story, Eto is also the only woman Haise's about to see naked.
Thank you Carla for your review, and you're welcome for updating! Thankfully for you Etoken fans, Haise only got to second base with Mutsuki.
Thank you for reviewing, Root A! Ihei is indeed someone who revels in killing her opponents; something that apparently runs in the family. While Haise didn't learn of Mutsuki's secret yet, at least he and Eto are going to be able to spend time together.
Eto did reach her breaking point after having to deal with the aftermath of the Cochlea raid for two weeks. Bare in mind, Eto is not the same person she grew up to be, but rather was the same person she was before she first met Arima.
However, as it'll be seen in later chapters, Eto and Haise both regress back into their cruel and merciless ways when someone threatens them or their loved ones.
Thank you for the review Saitama, and I loved reading your review! Touka probably would lose her shit if she ever found out what Mutsuki did while he was alone with Haise. Also, I had to look up 'Tier 15' to remember that it was an Adventure Time quote, haha.
Thanks for the review, Reviewbruh! Ayato and Touka were both indeed over their heads to think they could take on Arima and his squad. That, and they both were so caught up in the moment that they forgot that Hinami was in the crossfire. Hinami definitely will be repressing that memory, and will be living with the made-up belief that what happened down there transpired completely differently than it actually did.
I'm not against the idea of Mutsuki 'marking' Haise with his scent, but like mentioned before, I didn't want to go too deep into smut right away. It's about the build up, ya know?
Haise right now is probably good at keeping secrets because he'll end up forgetting about them. However, that could also mean that he could forget that some things were meant to be secret, and end up telling them to others without a second thought.
The general consensus I'm getting is that Haise should lose his virginity to Eto, which I'm down for to be honest.
Next chapter will be more focused on :re discussing what's going around in Tokyo, and will be a lead up to some of them going to Rushima Island to search for survivors to help their cause.
The same island that Urie's going to as well, in order to conduct recon for Yusa, while also looking for candidates to join GOAT.
Thank you, and until next time, take care!
