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A/N: Hey there! Here's the next chapter. Enjoy and review!
"You bitch. That's supposed to be a secret. Do you know what a secret is? Do you understand what it means to keep your fucking mouth shut? Let me make it simpler for you. It's like your mother. She kept you a secret for nine months and 'went away to boarding school' so she wouldn't shame her family. That's how you keep a secret, and this is why she should have aborted you when she had the chance."
Mitsuru's voice was dangerously calm, licking her lips with a deadly poison as Yukari sat in an armchair in the lobby of the dormitory. Not that she had a choice, for Mitsuru had tied her frail frame to the rickety wood with a thick, wiry rope, making sure to tie the rope around her bosom especially tight in hopes to permanently disfigure Yukari's perky tits. Mitsuru paced back and forth, her eyes a window to the cogs and gears turning in her brain. The fiery redhead's rage was evident in the fierce clicking of her heels on the ugly ass tile floor, and I have to admit: it was kind of hot.
As Mitsuru was tearing Yukari to shreds, naturally, I took the opportunity to make my way to the third floor. I didn't waste any time bounding up the stairs like a child - or Yukari. I glanced around and saw that there were several doors on the right side of the hallway and one single door on the left side that clearly led to one massive door. I instantly knew it to be Mitsuru's. When I arrived at the door, I saw a sheet of white printer paper hastily taped to the wall, and it read "YUKARI: THIS IS NOT YOUR ROOM. YOU ARE ON THE RIGHT FLOOR, BUT THIS IS THE WRONG DOOR" and had a tiny map of the third floor with a bold, red circle around one door and labeled "GO HERE." I looked across the hall to where the map was pointing to see a door completely covered in lights and "YUKARI" written in massive neon letters.
I was waiting for fucking hours before Mitsuru decided to drag her sorry, firm ass up to the bedroom. I didn't give a shit about this "Tartarus," but I did give a shit about Mitsuru and I getting it on. I was nearly asleep when I heard a low whisper of "what the fuck happened to my door?" and knew that it was show time. The lights flicked on, and I was blinded for a moment when my vision returned to a stunned Mitsuru staring at me in her bed.
"What do you think you're doing in here?" she spat out, and it was at that moment that I decided to whip off the covers to reveal my naked body to her. She made a choking sound of confusion for a split second before she started to scream. "Get the hell out of my room or I'm going to come over there and chop your penis off!"
"Stop," I seductively responded, "I can only get so erect. You keep talking dirty like that, and I won't be able to stop."
Suddenly, Yukari burst into the room, screaming "IS THIS MY ROOM?!"
Something inside of Mitsuru snapped. She spun around to Yukari, screamed "NO!" and wound up her arm before throwing all of her weight into a deadly punch to Yukari's one lopsided breast. Yukari was thrown back out of surprise and the sheer force of Mitsuru's tit punch, and she tumbled backwards into a pile of Mitsuru's used sex toys. The last thought that crossed my mind before Mitsuru threw a punch at me was that I could be one of those used sex toys.
I turned my attention back to Mitsuru's door and read a tiny sticky note that said "Mitsuru's room - DO NOT ENTER (ESPECIALLY YUKARI)." Ignoring this, I tried the doorknob, and when I found no luck, I took a step back and lashed my foot out with all my might, breaking the door frame, and the door gave in easily, granting me a view to the most disgusting sight I've seen in my entire life.
There were several giant black dildos hanging from a chandelier in the center of the room, a sex swing resting in the corner, various other colorful dildos and butt plugs adorning the shelves and tabletops, and a full-on condom machine like you would see in a nightclub. And the tapestry. The tapestry. It was beautifully embroidered with the images of people in various sexual positions like the goddamn Kama Sutra. It was so fucked up, so... me. I wiped a stray tear from my eye as I made the decision to strip myself of my clothes. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt, removed my belt, and shed myself of my pants as I made my way to the bed. Just before slipping under the covers, I removed my boxers and t-shirt. Snuggling into the warmth of Mitsuru's bed, I began to wait in darkness.
I was waiting for fucking hours before Mitsuru decided to drag her sorry, firm ass up to the bedroom. I didn't give a shit about this "Tartarus," but I did give a shit about Mitsuru and I getting it on. I was nearly asleep when I heard a low whisper of "what the fuck happened to my door?" and knew that it was show time. The lights flicked on, and I was blinded for a moment when my vision returned to a stunned Mitsuru staring at me in her bed.
"What do you think you're doing in here?" she spat out, and it was at that moment that I decided to whip off the covers to reveal my naked body to her. She made a choking sound of confusion for a split second before she started to scream. "Get the hell out of my room or I'm going to come over there and chop your penis off!"
"Stop," I seductively responded, "I can only get so erect. You keep talking dirty like that, and I won't be able to stop."
Suddenly, Yukari burst into the room, screaming "IS THIS MY ROOM?!"
Something inside of Mitsuru snapped. She spun around to Yukari, screamed "NO!" and wound up her arm before throwing all of her weight into a deadly punch to Yukari's one lopsided breast. Yukari was thrown back out of surprise and the sheer force of Mitsuru's tit punch, and she tumbled backwards into a pile of Mitsuru's used sex toys. The last thought that crossed my mind before Mitsuru threw a punch at me was that I could be one of those used sex toys.