regret
WARNING TIPS: I used my first impressions of the characters in this movie for this creation, which has nothing to do with the original novel or manga. It contains a lot of adult content and falsifies the characters' personalities and relationships from the original movie, including Shogo x Kazuo x Shuya (please excuse my bad taste, but I'm writing this WARNING to prevent it from grossing people out). It takes place around the time of Kiriyama's sneak attack on the trio in the movie, which I set up as Kiriyama's second return after Shuya's return to the Gathering Place. As for where Nakagawa is, I think she was probably sent to complete safety by Kawada and Nanahara. (Yes I know that's an implausible explanation, let's just pretend she ran off to another homage I wrote.)
I'm using Kiriyama for the first view, so his character is also the most heavily tampered with. And for the last time, I've not read the novel or the manga, and this work has no artistic merit, it's just my shameless fantasy about the relationship between the three sexes, that's all!
In the distance, the fog drifts up from the hills. Even the early summer sun printed the place very brightly.
The land was completely lifeless, and as far as the eye could see it was full of corpses lying one by one, as densely packed as ants, and it was impossible to find a place to land. I had nothing else to do before sunrise but count the bodies over and over again, and now I knew that three were missing.
I searched again and again along the edge of the island, the coastline still full of bodies. It wasn't until I found the house where the glass had been cracked earlier that I saw a man with a yellow handkerchief wrapped around his forehead and dressed in white from a distance.
Kawada.
I raised my gun and he saw me almost at the same time, surprising me by coming up to me, even his appearance and clothes hadn't changed much from when I'd seen him earlier.
"Where's Nakagawa?"
"Maybe dead." He came up to me, keeping a gun's length from me.
"Where's the other one?"
He paused briefly, "I don't know. Probably dead too."
He thought I didn't understand the meaning of "probably", that I was a fool not to see through that poor lie. But he didn't understand how good my nose was, how I could kiss the scent of lust that was left on him.
I just kept my gun pointed at him and made my way up the hill and into the house that once carried my bullets.
Kawada followed me all the way over, half pulling my hand like he didn't want to, constantly scolding me, just as if he was afraid the gun would go off, but at a distance from me.
"Hey, Kiriyama!"
"You see, I knew he was fine," I drawled, sniffing at his scent. "This probably'can't be standed up at all."
I leaned down to look at the boy sleeping on the leading edge of the steps, where Noriko Nakagawa had once slept.
He fluttered his eyelashes while the sides of his cheeks flushed, I think from being tired of doing something with Kawada earlier, and some fine sweat seeped from his forehead, soaking the black hair in front of it.
"Is he sick? This isn't waking up either."
"Ok,fine. You come with me. We have all the talking to do outside." He went to take my right arm. I reversed my right hand and pointed the gun at him. He backed up a notch and couldn't be persuaded of anything.
What's wrong with this. It didn't look like illness.
I leaned down and saw that half of his face was pressed against the hair at his temples and his cheeks had turned red. His thin, bloodless lips were half open and he was gasping for air a little.
As soon as I got close to that face, the hot breath he exhaled sprayed all over me in my face. First from the side of my face and then, surprisingly, all the way down to my neck and underneath me, my burning skin wrapped in a coarse cloth, hot and itchy.
I went to the edge of the step and lifted the cloth that was covering him as a quilt and saw that his two thin legs were together, but he was not wearing trousers, still an even ivory colour.
"What are you fucking doing?!" Kawada barked, opening my right hand.
I raised my head and pointed the gun at him, but he refused to compromise, still pulling me back outwards.
"Don't get in the way." I bumped him off, "It's so messy out there, and you're pulling him in here to have sex?"
He was knocked to the floor, head down like that in shame.
I leaned down again, took hold of the boy's bare feet and spread both thighs apart. The pits were wet to the touch, all the way from the roots of his legs to the inside of his thighs, all flushed red. Like he sensed it in general
l, his body just shuddered gently one at a time, and again he kept gasping for air.
"I say, Kawada, you like him, don't you?"
Kawada's face turned red as if he was feeling shy and lowered his eyes, not daring to look, "Nonsense!"
" Are you a gentleman like that? To do something like that and not dare to admit it."
I reached out a finger and swirled it around the open hole, which was wet and hot. Then dug right in.
"Mmmmmm..." He wriggled gently, as if refusing, but also rather as if catering, and coughed twice.
It was muddy and hot inside, strangling the fingers very tightly. Both waist and hips swung to meet the finger's manipulation.
"Ah! Aah!" I pulled my finger out and it still seemed to be twisting and twisting, bringing out a silvery thread that dripped onto the floor, snapping, snapping.
"Kawada, Nanahara is calling you. Look at you, you're still sitting on the floor. That only hurts when I'm the only one who can do it for you."
I burned until I was parched, so I pulled Nanahara's legs apart, already a portal wide open, lust dripping from the roots of my legs, "Hey, Kawada?"
" You have crossed the line, Kiriyama!" He stood up in shame, not daring to raise his eyes again, standing behind me on his hands and knees.
I pressed my prick against his hole, and he seemed to be feeling less than comfortable with it being blocked, skimming his eyebrows, his eyes slightly open and overflowing with physical tears.
"Mmmmmm... Ah!"
I fit in, holding his waist up through the thin white fabric, grabbing his hair and forcing him to kiss me repeatedly as he just coughed like he couldn't breathe.
I gripped his thin waist and pounded there in general, hitting the inner depths at once. The hole was being violated for the second time without any shame, cooing and not feeling the least bit raw, still clinging to me, taking the shaft in his mouth and twisting it tightly.
"Ah! Ah! Aah! Ahhh..." His legs were rubbing against my shoulders and he was panting and grunting, his hands were pushing me away and pulling me in and out as if he was trying to return.
"It's so deep, Kawada..." He whimpered, both legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Kawada?"
Wasn't it. He really liked Kawada that much, and got to know his cock.
I pulled my prick out and he collapsed onto my shoulder with a short cry of "Ahhhh".
Again, almost all of it, one bucket would go deep, then pull out, and keep going in and out. He rested his head in the nook of my neck, his lower body trembling with the fucking.
"Ahhh! Ahh... That hurts..." He said this, but he put both his arms around me and rubbed my neck intimately, his hair tickling my neck so much that the steps beneath me were full of lustful water spilling from the intercourse.
Lascivious, unclean, little slut.
I said this in my mind as his canal kept strangling me again and again, his legs wiggling over both my shoulders. Seeing his scarlet face, his slightly narrowed cat-like eyes, the way he was so intent, I couldn't resist venting inside him the most.
"Argh! Argh! No, oooh..." He shuddered uncontrollably, "It's going to burst... Oooh, no more, Kawada..."
The orgasm was over.
"Coooooo..." He shuddered, leaning his head against my shoulder to catch his breath, the steps wetting to the bone.
"I thought you were so decent you hadn't touched him. It seems that's not the case, by and large." There was no sound behind me, just Nanahara still panting, probably because the afterglow hadn't passed.
"Kawada?"
...
"Kawada?"
I turned around to see that the guy had gone behind the door frame. Acting as innocent as a virgin.
"Hey, he was calling your name the whole time he was coming. 'Kawada, Kawada' was screaming so hard he was dying."
"Hey?"
The coward.
I picked Nanahara up, still leaning over me, his bottom still dripping, lewd fluid dripping from the roots of his legs onto the floor, snapping, snapping.
"In that case, then I'll take him away." I walked up behind him and saw him pressed against the door frame.
"Hey! You!" He pulled me back, and Nanahara then swayed a few times. "You? You... Haha..." I saw the bulge in the seam of his trousers and teased him.
"You!" He held Nanahara over to me, already looking exasperated.
"Are you really a man?" I teased, ruffling the boy's hair in his arms. The boy was asleep, only his face was still flushed and he was panting very hard.
"If not, then give it to me. This island is running out of women." He stared, feeling incredulous, mostly because he thought the comment was so shameless.
"Come on, Kawada." With that I picked Nanahara up and placed her on the sofa, flicking both legs apart as provocatively as I could, and leaned down to lick the red, bloody mouth of her pussy. There it retracted and retracted, and a steady stream of lust dripped out, getting all over my face. Nanahara whimpered softly, whimpering.
"Don't do that... Don't do that... Grrrrrrrrrrrrr..." He grunted muffledly and his calves shuddered uncontrollably.
It was actually comfortable, wasn't it? And what did it mean to not be like that? I guess it must be the nature of debauchery.
"Did you feed him the pills?"
"Where did that come from! This lonely island!" He spoke irritably, turning away to unbuckle his belt.
"What else has he become like this?" I picked the boy up and pressed his upper body against the arm of the sofa, his legs still parted, his legs trembling, his pussy still red with semen and his own lust. His face was pressed against the glass coffee table, still scarlet.
"Mmmm..." He moaned in a small voice.
"Pop!" Kawada... Thrust in.
"Aren't you a saint?"
"Hm." He said, pressing the shoulder blades protruding from Nanahara's back, perhaps suppressing them for too long, he couldn't stop thrusting in harder, sometimes perhaps too deep, and Nanahara's body couldn't stop shaking from the fucking, aaaahing and screaming.
"It hurts! It hurts... Ah... Kawada..." He tried to struggle under Kawada's grip, wiggling around fiercely, "Gently... Mmm... Oooh..."
"Looks like you really like Kawada, Nanahara Shuya."
"Ahhhh..."
I pressed down on his right arched shoulder blade and rubbed in a little too. The mouth of his pussy held two genitals, still with the portal wide open.
"Don't... Don't... Kiriyama..."
He gasped, surprisingly whispering my name.
"Wow... do you know me at this point."
"... It hurts! Don't... It's so deep... Ahh... Ahhh..."
"Can anyone hear me... That's a good position to be in..." I pressed against half of his back, the bones hollowed out in his back poking his abdomen, but still went to bite his slightly more pointed ear.
"That hurts... Ahem..."
"You think, Kawada. Suppose he could actually get pregnant, whose child would he be carrying in that case?"
"Shameless..." He said that alone, but abruptly backed out after a hard slam against the inner wall, took hold of Nanahara's waist with his right hand and held it up, pulling both thighs together, the once unexplored hidden hole almost turning up and already unable to close.
"Kawada..." Like he was slightly more conscious, he raised his waist slightly and moved forward, surprising Kawada by kissing him on the mouth at once, the box gurgling beneath him. The lower half of his body swayed as two genitalia slammed against it.
"Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmm..." He moaned in a small voice, twisting to meet the two genitals, the inner walls still strangling very tightly.
"Kiss me? Or I'll get jealous." I said so, slapping Kawada away and kissing him on the mouth as well. The little slut didn't even resist, still kissing me like he was kissing Kawada, the two genitals banging against the inner walls in the narrow canal, soon to reach the deepest part.
He was almost running out of oxygen and an unpleasant muffled grunt kept coming out of his mouth, but still we held his head down and took turns kissing. His loins and hips were also twisting hard, during which time the lust continued to drip from where we were copulating onto the floor, making the whole floor wet.
"Do you remember how many times you came? Shuya?"
I pulled him away from the oxygen-deprived kiss as he leaned into Kawada, who no longer seemed to have any strength left.
"... Ummm..." He buried his head in the side of Kawada's neck, still whimpering with debauchery, the lower half of his body wobbling as we banged it around.
"It's going to burst, it hurts..." He muttered as if flirting, two genitals rampaging through him.
"... Ahh... Ahh... Please..." His tears drenched almost the entirety of Kawada's shirt, "There... There..."
"Does Shuya like it there too?" I looked at his flushed face. Pounding hard against the inner walls, he kept grunting.
"Six times right? Kawada remember? It's like Shuya can't stop coming." All that was left in the room was Nanahara's gasping and the gurgling sound of water coming from his hole. "Ah, ah... Please... Oooh..." Kawada grabbed him by the waist and kept slamming into his depths, almost penetrating him.
"Can you stand it if I'm with Kawada?" I pinched his cheek, making his flushed face look straight at me. Tears were still welling up in his eyes and running down his entire face, making his cheeks wet and his eyes lax.
"Kazuo... I..." He broke off, and both Kawada and I kept bumping into his depths.
"What? What did you call me?"
I asked him as I moved closer, instead thrusting another cut inside.
"... I'm... Ah!Aah!...I...Kazuo..."
I think Kawada originally wanted to pull out first, but Nanahara kept orgasm and strangling so tightly that there was no space left for him, until we both kept hitting Nanahara's sensitive spot, and as he came, we both came together at his deepest point.
"Me! Me!... Ah... I... I... Don't..." I moved up and pulled him by the hair. Forcing him to kiss me again, every now and then a tiny moan ran out of his mouth.
"... Mmmmmm... Mmmm..." Kawada pulled us apart and continued to keep bumping the inside of his body, going to kiss his cheek and the side of his neck, grinding his head against him with uncontrollable intimacy, his whole head buried in the nook of his bare neck, pressed against his shoulder, his nostrils deep.
"Ahh... Ahh... Mmmm... No more, it hurts..." Nanahara's chest rose and fell, panting heavily as she leaned against Kawada, seemingly asleep, seemingly passed out again.
"So innocent, Kawada." I teased, pulling my genitals out, and the lust dripped from my pussy all the way to the base of my thighs, dripping and making my whole pair of trousers unclean.
"Thanks for the hospitality, Shuya." I patted him on the head, fastened my belt and walked around them to get some fresh air at the door and avoid this dense place.
A moment later, though, Kawada also straightened his clothes and came out of the house, a newly lit cigarette in his mouth.
Perhaps because we both worked with Nanahara, Kawada was less resistant to me than before, but still kept his gun in an extremely accessible place.
"You're a madman, Kiriyama."
"Doesn't matter. He must have slept with other people too, like Mimura, Nobu and... Hm." I poked my head around the house in the dark and saw him placed on the other side of the couch by Kawada, folded over, his chest heaving deeply.
The End.