chapter 6: reverie and a cold shower 🔞
It had certainly been an eventful day... After their meal full of twists and turns and cold junk food, the trio of exorcists had returned to the academy, parting ways with the hybrid in a slightly surreal atmosphere. Kali had greeted them warmly outside the restaurant, before she had disappeared into the still teeming crowds of the Shibuya district. Yuuji had watched her walk away, deeply disturbed by this encounter. Where could she have gone after that? What was her life really like as a half-breed? He couldn't quite grasp who she was...
One moment he had discovered her as an awkward, smiling tourist. The next she had become a half-demon creature, a plague killer, even tasting human blood, slightly jaded and teasing, clearly ready to cross swords with her teacher if necessary. Then she became sweet and funny again as tensions apparently eased, sharing their cooled meal with them and teasing the teenager about his strong taste for ketchup and the astronomical amount of food he could eat. What was he really like? Was it really possible to be so many things at once without lying about any of it?
Lying on his bed in his room tucked away inside Tokyo's exorcism academy, Yuuji stared at his mobile phone in the half-light of the night, staring at the photo she'd sent him to start their digital conversation. Her smile, her face, her golden eyes, the cleavage of her dark jumper... Was it all sincere, or had it all been planned in order to get closer to him? Or, more precisely, to Sukuna? The very thought made his heart clench imperceptibly. Although she had assured him that she had been delighted to meet him as 'him', perhaps her only interest lay in the king of the plagues he harboured, who might have information about his complex and obviously unusual nature.
Itadori closed his eyes with a sigh, resting his mobile phone against his forehead, a little lost. He would never have believed that being the host of the thousand-year-old demon would plunge him into such scenarios...
The problem was, in truth... she...
He liked her...
It was probably childish of him, but there was something about her that made his blood run hot in his veins, making him hope that she was seeing him, and not just the other inside her.
In the hollow of his ear, he could almost still hear the way she pronounced his first name, a hint of a distant accent, making him blush instantly. If he had let her use his Christian name as she pleased, something reserved for intimate relationships in Japan, it wasn't entirely innocent, he had to admit. He'd wanted her to call him that terribly... As if the two of them had been frightfully close... much more than two acquaintances, much more than two friends... Probably because the idea of it made him terribly happy...
Without realising it, lost in his troubled thoughts, the teenager slid a hand down his sculptural torso, passing it against his more-than-awake crotch, causing him to sigh with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. With a hint of guilt, he bit his lower lip, letting the images of the European with the golden eyes and the ravaging cleavage wash over him. Slowly, he stroked back and forth over her sex, which was hardening visibly under the fabric of the shorts he usually wore to sleep, remembering the black lace bra, the full, pearly breasts that hid there, beckoning to all pleasures, the feline eyes that had already upset him so much. He could only guess at the soft firmness of her fleshy breasts under his fingers, having never had a girlfriend before, but he could guess that the sensation would have been extraordinarily arousing, increasing his excitement still further.
Unable to resist any longer, the schoolboy slipped his hand under the dark fabric that encircled his hips, coming to grasp his painfully erect penis with a sort of timid hesitation about his own fantasy. He could see himself sliding the large dark jumper that had taunted him all evening down her perfectly rounded shoulders, exploring the skin of her cleavage with his lips and his hands. He could have finally freed her enticing breasts to caress them, kiss them, taste them with his tongue... What an extraordinary taste her skin must have had...
"Yuuji-kun..." he imagined hearing a deliciously sighing voice close to his ear, making him shiver with pleasure and tighten his grip on her member.
He then began gentle, sweeping movements of his hand, visualising with terrible precision the hybrid at his side, her slender, milky-skinned fingers dexterously replacing his own. It seemed to him that she was there, with her disconcerting aura, her fleshy lips hemmed in with a mischievous smile, her feline gaze scrutinising him greedily, her body full of sensual curves... How would she have done it? More boldly, surely?
At this thought, Itadori tightened his grip a little, snatching a slight grunt of pleasure from himself, accelerating the pace of his caress. He could feel his mind fogging as a wave of pleasure gradually rose within him, only the memory of the half flail remaining clear.
"Do you like this, Yuuji-kun?" he heard his fantasy whispered softly in the back of his mind, stretching him a little further.
He slid his free hand against his muscular torso, scratching it lightly as he thought she was the one doing it, playful. She was the type to do that sort of thing, he was sure...He increased the pace of his masturbation even more, lost between dream and reality, sighing with pleasure in the safe darkness of his bedroom.
"Kali... sempai..." he murmured, eyes stubbornly closed so as not to lose the thread of his reverie, unconsciously caressing his lips with his free hand, eager for those of the young demoness. There she was... In the distraught mind of the future exorcist, it was she who was jerking him off, the angel-faced predator staring back at him with her golden eyes. He could almost feel her lips on his, her teeth nibbling furtively at his neck, her free hand sliding possessively through his tousled hair... He threw his head back against her pillow, increasing the speed and amplitude of the back-and-forth strokes of her hand over his exploding sex.
"Come for me, darling..." he imagined hearing himself command with an authority tinged with gentleness, reflecting the complexity of his hybrid nature, sending violent goose bumps all over his body.
Obeying this imaginary order, the bearer of the thousand-year-old plague shamelessly slammed himself against his penis, imposing a hellish rhythm on himself that quickly brought him to the breaking point. He finally released himself between two rales of pleasure, both pure and guilty, feeling his seed spurt out between his fingers, playing with the sensitive skin of his glans, the seed he would have loved to know was inside her. At this thought alone, the young man hid his face with his clean hand, breathless and blushing at his own lust.
As if defeated, he let his arms fall cross-legged on his mattress for a moment, staring at the darkness embracing him with his haggard, soft hazel eyes, listening to his breathing and the frantic beating of his heart, which was gradually returning to normal. He felt, as he did every time he masturbated, no matter how pleasurable, a little sheepish at finding himself there, all alone, abandoned by his torrid fantasies, his hand wet, reality crashing down on him like a leaden blanket.
Yuuji sat up again on his bed and quickly wiped himself dry with a handkerchief. He then grabbed his toiletries from one of his cupboards and discreetly left his room, not wanting to wake his raven-haired neighbour. A good shower would do him good and chase away his melancholy... Fortunately, at this late hour of the night, he was unlikely to bump into anyone...
He stomped through the deserted and silent corridors of the dormitory, his mind cogitating in spite of himself. He entered the boys' bathroom, savouring the absolute calm that reigned there. He sighed softly... How nice it must have been to really have someone to share these sensual moments with, and then to be able to curl up against each other... The transition between the violent excitement coursing through his body during the act and the powerful numbness he felt just after the orgasm must have been so much more... gentle and tender.
The teenager gently shook his head to snap out of his reverie and quickly undressed, dropping his clothes on the floor and entering one of the shower cubicles. It was late and he was still going to be terribly sleep-deprived in the morning... He turned on the knob, waiting a few moments for the water temperature to be high enough, testing it with the hand that had given him so much pleasure just before, in order to eliminate the invisible remainder of his semen between his fingers.
"You obviously like it, the shrimp..." Sukuna brutally let out in a purring tone, startling Yuuji who had almost forgotten that he wasn't alone in his body.
Bummer...
"Shut up, s'kuna..." hissed the teenager through his teeth, sliding fully under the warm water which ran, enveloping, over his naked, muscular body.
"She's got a few trump cards up her sleeve, I'll give you that..." added the demon as he settled himself deeper into the middle of the skulls forming his throne, casually thinking back to the hybrid's cheeky face and rare nature. There was undeniably something about her that was intriguing... dangerously tightrope-walking... and attractive too.
"And it's a change from your usual Jennifer Laurence... I'm tired of seeing the same bits of... films' that you play over and over to yourself to turn yourself on" Sukuna added knowingly in a disdainful tone, making his host blush.
"Old paedophile pervert! If you're not happy, don't look at me!" Yuuji replied in a disgruntled tone before turning the water tap on violently, abruptly changing the temperature to ice-cold.
The thermal shock was terrible, taking his breath away.
"Idiot..." sighed the millennial scourge, rolling his eyes. "You do realise it doesn't affect me, I hope?"
Yuuji stopped the shower, grumbling under his breath. What a pain in the arse this guy was! Not only was he condemned to death in the more or less long term because of him, but he was also so bored, running around like a caged tiger in his body with no control over it, that he spent his time spying on his every move. He no longer had any privacy or moments of respite, he could no longer have a single thought to himself. He still couldn't close his mind to the King of Plagues, who had no qualms about spying on him constantly, as if his life, or rather the chaos it had become because of him, were entertainment. And the worst thing was that, in his four thousand-year-old demonic eyes, that's exactly what it must have been, a distraction, the equivalent of an educational and comic reality show to kill time...
"Even in your fantasies you're still childish, kid," Sukuna finally said in a mocking voice, having enjoyed the wave of deep pleasure his host had given himself. "If you like, I could show you how a real male is supposed to possess a hussy like her..."
The teenager, who was quickly drying himself off to warm up, clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, taunting in his turn.
"Ah! And how could you do that, my poor old chap? You don't have control over my body, I remind you! He calls himself King of Plagues but he gets kicked to the curb by a 15 year old, you're pitiful really! "
"You impertinent bastard!" he let out in a dangerously low and menacing voice, his pupils narrowing as anger flared inside him like a volcanic eruption.
Yuuji could feel an immeasurable outpouring of negative energy in his mind, sending violent goose bumps all over his body. He knew what this meant, the thousand-year-old demon had already tried this several times since he ingested his first finger. He was trying to take control of his body by force, deploying a frightening force that took his breath away. You had to admit it was pretty impressive... It was like feeling a gigantic, furious, hungry beast hammering relentlessly with its sharp claws at a thin door behind which he was standing...
However, like a lighthouse resisting the highest waves of the raging ocean and the most howling gusts of the sky, Yuuji held on without having to make too much of an effort. His mind was just... there. He couldn't even explain to himself how he managed not to buckle under the pressure of the thousand-year-old demon. He just did it. His door had to be armoured, that's all...
Suddenly, the surge of energy stopped dead in its tracks, Sukuna momentarily lowering his weapons in the face of this new failure, putting him in a terrible mood. But how could he resist him like that, that stupid, clumsy brat? It was driving him crazy!
"Touché, sink, the vioque!" boasted the interested party, nonetheless relieved to no longer feel the terrible pressure of the attack by his millennial squatter. He finished getting dressed, suddenly very perky.
He strolled towards his bedroom with a much lighter step, a satisfied smile on his lips. He finally went to lie back on his bed, quickly tapping on the screen of his phone to check what time it was and how little sleep he had left before having to start a new day. His gaze then fell on another message notification, making him raise his eyebrows. Who could it be so late at night? Itadori felt a slight flush of warmth come over him as he realised it was Kali.
"Hey, Yuuji-kun." he read, delighted. "I hope you've all made it home safely. This might sound a bit strange, but I had a great time with you tonight. At least it wasn't boring! I was really happy to meet you. I hope we'll see you again soon! Good night to you..."
A slight smile stretched across the young man's lips as he put down his phone, more than satisfied. He had put the nail in the coffin of his personal demon and the young European girl had contacted him, so his end of the evening had been a great success! Tiredness caught up with him suddenly, causing him to yawn deeply as he curled up in his duvet like sushi. He quickly drifted off to sleep, his last conscious thoughts being for his new and troubling acquaintance... He'd be sure to write back tomorrow, as he too was undoubtedly keen to see her again...
For his part, deep in the recesses of his mind, Sukuna was beginning to formulate a plan to take revenge for his host's boundless impudence, telling himself that the golden-eyed shrimp would make an ideal pawn...
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A word from the author:
M: hello dear readers! I hope you're all well and that you've enjoyed this chapter! In terms of explicit content, we've taken things up a notch, although this is just a warm-up (the rest will come in due course).
Yuuji, crimson: Why did it have to be me, the first one to be shown up as a pervert?!
M: There's nothing perverse about you, you're an adorable kitten 3 The pervert is more like the tiger sulking in his corner over there because he hasn't managed to take control...
Sukuna, grumbling under his breath, arms folded: He who laughs last, you cheeky mosquitoes... AND WHY THE TIGER FIRST? THE KING OF THE SAVANNAH IS THE LION!
M in chorus: The tattoos on his face.
Yuuji, pointing at him and laughing out loud: But SO MUCH! I'm not going to call you Sukuna any more, but Tigrouna!
Sukuna dangerously doesn't say another word, his murderous aura falling on them with a thud.
M: Yuuji, you're going to get us killed...
Yuuji, obviously not listening: Tigrougrou, do you want some pâté, Tigrouné?
M: Gojo, come on! Sukuna is going to turn us all into mince pies because of your student!
Gojo, who arrives in a circus trainer's costume, cracking a whip in the air with one hand and a hoop in the other: OLA you beast, come over here and do your act!
M: Well... we're all screwed... I'm handing back the keyboard, dear readers, see you soon for the rest!
