TW: depictions of sexual harassment, assault, and coercion
Kamoshida gave a friendly pat on the shoulder to one of his former teammates before heading upstairs to the bar. "Whiskey," he promptly requested from the bartender. With the drink in hand, Kamoshida leisurely walked over to the balcony, observing many young and confident athletes below, all hopeful about getting recruited into the country's top universities. Shifting his gaze, he noticed some Shujin Academy volleyball athletes he had personally invited engaging in conversations with coaches.
"You must be proud of them," a sultry voice captured Kamoshida's attention. He turned to see a captivating woman with curly, shoulder-length black hair confidently striding towards him. She wore an elegant red satin dress that accentuated her figure, featuring a slit that showcased her toned leg. Sipping champagne, she leaned against the railing, gazing up at Kamoshida with a smile worthy of a magazine cover.
"I'll be even prouder once we win nationals," he stated confidently, savoring another sip of his whiskey. Kamoshida's gaze subtly moved to the woman's revealing cleavage, his tongue lightly gazing at his bottom lip before refocusing on her eyes. "So, what brings a beautiful woman like yourself to an event like this? You seem too young to be a mother, and I don't spot a ring on your finger – unless you're here as a date. If that's the case, he's one lucky bastard."
"Quite impressive. Not only are you a skilled volleyball player, but you have a way with words," she remarked, finishing the last of her champagne and setting the glass on an unoccupied table. "To answer your question, yes, I am here as a date. My boyfriend is a recruiter for Kyoto University. I find these events boring, but I'm committed to being a supportive girlfriend." She dipped her head, attempting to hide the hint of embarrassment appearing on her face. "I must sound like a total bitch, don't I?"
Kamoshida chuckled before gently lifting the woman's face by holding her chin. "I understand these events can be tedious. However, instead of playing the role of a supportive boyfriend, I find myself in the position of a supportive coach. By the way, may I know your name?"
Stepping back, the woman extended her hand, introducing herself, "Kimiko Honda. It's a pleasure to meet you, Kamoshida-san."
Kamoshida extended his hand to shake Kimiko's, savoring the softness of her skin. "It's a pleasure to meet you, too," he said, releasing her hand. "I feel like I've seen you before."
"I'm a model," Kimiko responded with a hint of weariness. "You might have come across my face in magazines, on billboards, and even in commercials. It's a demanding life, but you've got to seize those opportunities while they last. Otherwise, I could find myself struggling to make ends meet."
"You won't have any trouble with that face," Kamoshida reassured her.
"Thank you." Kimiko expressed with a warm smile before scanning the area for her boyfriend. Her beautiful smile quickly transformed into a frown. "Akito told me to wait for him by the bar, but that was over ten minutes ago. Where the hell is he?"
"You know, if I were your boyfriend, I wouldn't let you out my sight," Kamoshida remarked, glancing briefly at the bar before turning back to Kimiko. A cocky grin formed on his face. "How about I get you another drink while we wait for your boyfriend?"
"I would like that," Kimiko replied, ensuring she had her purse before striding over to the bar, with Kamoshida following.
As they approached, Kamoshida found it challenging to look away from Kimiko's ass jiggling with each step. The longer he observed, the more he noticed a striking resemblance to Ann Takamaki. Both women shared a similar height and body type, and while neither was entirely Japanese, Ann exhibited more distinct foreign features than Kimiko. Kamoshida let out a quiet groan and discreetly adjusted his slacks, feeling his arousal grow at the thought of a threesome with both women.
"What would you like to drink?" Kamoshida asked Kimiko when they settled on the barstools.
"A cocktail, please."
Kamoshida caught the bartender's eyes and said, "Another whiskey for me and a cocktail for the lady." Once their drinks were in hand, they wanted to move their conversation away from prying eyes, so they stepped outside the building and into the chilly weather.
"So, instead of participating in sponsor events or commentating on tournaments, you're teaching at a high school?" Kimiko chuckled, attempting to envision herself in that role but struggling. "Aren't you exhausted from dealing with those snooty teenagers all day?"
"This might surprise you, but those kids aren't snooty despite being at a prep school," Kamoshida responded, his thoughts drifting to Kurusu and Sakamoto. "However, a few delinquents think the rule doesn't apply to them."
At that moment, Kimiko's phone chimed with an incoming call. With an exasperated eye roll, she delved into her purse and noticed her boyfriend's name flashing on the screen. Kamoshida observed the internal struggle etched on Kimiko's face. Extending his hand to grasp hers, he reassured. "You don't have to answer. You waited on him, so let him wait on you."
Kimiko cleared her throat, gently released her hand from Kamoshida's grasp, and stepped back, putting a bit of distance between them. She felt undeniable attracted to the Olympian, surpassing her current boyfriend, but she considered herself loyal. With a nervous smile, she said, "Kamoshida-san, I enjoy your company, but I believe it's best for both of us if we head inside and just forget this ever happened. Okay?"
As Kimiko attempted to navigate around him, Kamoshida abruptly seized her hand with increased force. He released his grip when he observed fear in Kimiko's eyes. With his signature charming smile, Kamoshida addressed her, "Kimiko-chan, don't think I didn't notice how you've been staring at me the entire time we've talked. I can smell your sweet pussy dying to have my cock stuffed inside but go back inside to your boyfriend like the good girl you are. Just know the next time you fuck him, imagine how it would feel if it were me instead."
Kamoshida stepped back to provide some space, but Kimiko remained motionless, her gaze fixed on him, seemingly entranced. After a brief pause, she spoke, "I spotted a storage closet on the way here."
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Grunting and panting under his breath, Kamoshida bucked his hip against Kimiko's repeatedly, enjoying the feel of her wet, tight walls gripping his cock. He wasn't sure if it was the sound of the woman's little moans and groans or the squishing noises from where their bodies conjoined, but Kamoshida could feel himself reaching his peak. "I'm… gonna… come…" he breathed out, brows knitting together.
He buried his face in Kimiko's neck to hide the series of curses coming from his mouth as he proceeded to spasm inside her. Kimiko gripped Kamoshida's tuxedo jacket and bit back a moan when she felt his hot cum filling her womb. Once the last drop of cum gushed out, Kamoshida let out a gasp of relief and loosened his grip on Kimiko's ass to lower her to the floor.
As Kamoshida tucked his still pulsating and considerable cock back into his boxers, Kimiko lethargically ambled over to the grimy sink and fixed her gaze on her reflection. Tiny droplets of sweat trickled down her temples, causing her curls to lose their bounce. A flush of red tinged her cheeks, and she found love bites on her neck. Closing her eyes, she grappled with a sense of self-disgust. "I told you not to leave any marks."
Kimiko couldn't comprehend how she had ended up in this situation. Perhaps it was the influence of alcohol or the allure of being fucked but Suguru Kamoshida. However, with the effects of the alcohol fading, Kimiko came to the stark realization that she had made a severe mistake. The weight of guilt settled in as she contemplated the daunting prospect of facing Akito, fully aware that she had betrayed him.
Kamoshida smirked, quickly checking his suit to ensure he looked presentable again. "I don't remember you bringing that up when I brought you to orgasm three times," he remarked. With that, he nonchalantly left the storage closet, displaying the demeanor of a child bored with their toys and not bothering to glance back at Kimiko.
As Kamoshida entered the ballroom, a high fell over the attendees, who cast furtive glances and began to exchange whispers. Undeterred, he proceeded toward the bar for another drink, only to be intercepted by three police officers. The atmosphere shifted as one of the officers, handcuffs in hand, declared, "Suguru Kamoshida, you are under arrest for abuse of power, assault and battery, blackmail, sexual harassment, abuse, rape, and attempted enforced suicide."
Another officer stepped into Kamoshida's line of sight, reciting the familiar rights, "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you."
"You got this all wrong!" Kamoshida scanned the surroundings, realizing people were filming and taking pictures. Spotting Shujin athletes in the crowd, he pleaded, "Tell them they've got the wrong man!"
The officers dismissed his protests, and as they ushered Kamoshida out of the ballroom, he continued to assert his innocence, insisting, "You'll hear from my lawyers! How dare you treat me like a criminal!"
Ignoring his protests, one officer forcefully silenced him with a shove. Kamoshida, refusing to accept the reality unfolding, mumbled to himself, "This can't be happening. I can't go to jail. I'm Suguru Kamoshida, a former Olympic gold medalist. The agency will get me out of this, just like they always do."
May 5, 2010
Backstage, Kamoshida nervously awaited his turn as he focused on the two TV hosts set to interview him that morning. Surrounding him, assistants bustled about, straightening his clothes, adjusting his makeup, and affixing a microphone to his dress shirt. Today marked Kamoshida's inaugural appearance on a talk show, where he would discuss leading the men's volleyball team to the World Championship. Fortunately, the hosts had reviewed the questions with him, ensuring he wouldn't appear amateurish.
"Everyone quiet!" declared the cameraman. "The ad is about to end in 5, 4, 3, 2… 1."
The male host smiled at the camera as the female host warmly addressed the audience. "Hi everyone, and welcome back! Before we cut to commercials, we dropped hints to the audience about our next guest." The female audience erupted in applause. "Haha, the ladies already know who will join us soon. Since this year's World Championship is happening for the first time in four years, we've invited the men's volleyball team's leader as our guest. So, let's give a big applause for Suguru Kamoshida-san!"
"That's your cue," the stage manager said, pushing Kamoshida onto the stage.
With a grin, Kamoshida walked onto the set, waving to the audience before sitting in the vacant chair. "Hello everyone, I'm Suguru Kamoshida."
The women in the audience cheered, and the male host smiled. "Wow, Kamoshida-san, your popularity is impressive. Since turning professional, you've built a substantial fanbase which seems to be going strong. A handsome man like yourself must have a secret to your success. How do you do it?"
"There's no secret because I haven't done anything remarkable. Maybe the ladies only love me for my looks," Kamoshida joked, eliciting laughter from the audience, including the hosts.
"Oh, Kamoshida-san, stop being so shy. You've done more than play volleyball." the female host chimed in, turning to the camera. "Besides playing volleyball, Kamoshida-san filmed multiple charity commercials and donated money to his hometown high school. Isn't that the sweetest?" The crowd responded with awe.
"You're so humble, Kamoshida-san," the male host praised, glancing down at his note cards. "So, let's get back to volleyball. There's a question I want to ask you, Kamoshida-san. Do you remember that last match? How did you feel at the moment of victory?"
Leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, Kamoshida thought about the question before answering. "Yes, I remember that match as if it happened yesterday. The adrenaline when we were declared winners was phenomenal. I wish I could go back and relive that moment repeatedly."
"Did you also feel under pressure?" The male host inquired. "Everyone had high hopes that you would lead the team to victory. It must have made you feel certain about your leadership and training."
"Indeed," Kamoshida nodded. "Besides training, I had to ensure my teammates were in top shape. Volleyball is not just about your skills in hitting the ball; it's also about maintaining focus at all times. As a leader, this can be exhausting for me." He started fidgeting in his seat.
The female host raised an eyebrow at Kamoshida's nervous stance. "Now, don't go getting cold feet and jet off, Kamoshida-san. We have more questions for you to answer," she joked, and the audience laughed.
Kamoshida rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks turned red from embarrassment. "You can tell that I'm nervous, right? Sorry about that. I don't do well in front of crowds. I always feel like I will say something silly and get kicked off the set."
"But you look like a natural, Kamoshida-san." the female host said, crossing her legs, causing her short dress to ride up her thighs. Kamoshida's eyes briefly locked onto her pale skin before making eye contact with the young woman. "If it makes you feel better, I always say dumb stuff when we go live. It's just who I am."
"We're almost out of time," stated the male host. The woman's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, right. Well, Kamoshida-san, before you leave us for the day." The audience booed. "I want to comment on the press conference after the tournament. You looked very handsome."
Kamoshida blushed. "I thought you would ask me a question, but I was wrong. Well, thank you for the compliment."
The male host wrapped an arm around his co-worker's shoulder. "You know, Kamoshida-san, Airi-san is a big fan of the volleyball team. She has your face plastered all over her dressing room. It makes me believe that she has a small crush on you."
Kamoshida smirked at the blushing woman. She quickly shook her head. "Yes you're handsome, but I say that to all our guests. And by the way, I do not have your posters in my studio."
"I would love to see your dressing room for myself," Kamoshida teased.
"Is there love in the air, folks? Anyway, thank you, Kamoshida-san, for gracing us with your presence. We will be back after these commercials." The male host stated as the cameraman cut to commercials.
Kamoshida stood up and shook hands with the hosts. "Thank you for having me on the show. I had a good time." After a few goodbyes, Kamoshida walked off stage and towards the bathroom. Since the start of the interview, he had the sudden urge to pee. As Kamoshida walked down the empty hallway, an elegant hand grabbed his arm and pulled him into a dressing room. He glanced up and saw the female TV host, Airi.
She crossed her hands behind her back, grinning up at Kamoshida. "I told you I want to show you my dressing room."
"Didn't think you were serious." Kamoshida glanced around Airi's dressing room. It was a typical dressing room with a clothing rack of Airi's clothes, a velvet sofa, and a vanity mirror. "I see that you don't have any pictures of me… I disappointed."
Airi stepped on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Kamoshida's shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "I can make it up to you." She leaned back until she was in eye view of Kamoshida's lips. She was about to kiss him when Kamoshida stopped her. Airi stepped out of Kamoshida's grip, giving him a confused look. "What's wrong?"
"We can't do this here," Kamoshida stated. "We're in your dressing room, and the commercial break is almost over. I don't want us to get caught."
Airi shrugged, strutting over to her couch to sit down. "I don't know why you want to hide our relationship. It's not like we're doing anything illegal. We're both adults."
Kamoshida kneeled on the floor and caressed Airi's calves. "I don't want to hide our relationship, but we're at a national television studio. People will start talking if they see us together. What about later on tonight… I'll take you out to dinner. A nice restaurant with a gorgeous? Do you like that?" Airi shyly nodded, which made Kamoshida smile. "That is what I want to hear. Wear something nice for me." He leaned over and kissed Airi on the forehead before he exited her dressing room.
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Kamoshida and Airi burst into Kamoshida's apartment and passionately kissed and touched. Distracted by Kamoshida's lips, Airi walked backward into a vase, knocking it to the ground and shattering it. Airi broke away from Kamoshida, looking down at the broken vase with sadness. "I'm sorry about the vase. Didn't your mom buy you that?"
"Who cares?" Kamoshida shrugged. "It's just some stupid vase that I can replace later. My concern is you right now." Without warning, Kamoshida picked Airi up and wrapped her legs around his slim waist. "You, on the other hand, can't be replaced."
"Aren't I so lucky?" Airi teased.
Kamoshida walked towards his bedroom, depositing Airi onto his bed before over her. He continued kissing Airi on the mouth as his hands began to travel underneath her dress. Airi froze at the feel of Kamoshida's cold hands approaching her underwear. That's when she began to panic. When Airi started dating Kamoshida, she had explicitly told him that she was a virgin. She was super embarrassed about the detail, but Kamoshida handled it maturely.
While they would make out like teenagers, Airi and Kamoshida would engage in multiple explorations but never went beyond that. Airi placed her hands on Kamoshida's chest and attempted to push him off her. "Suguru, I'm not ready, and you know that," she stated.
Kamoshida scoffed. "Well, when will you be ready? Baby, I'm sick and tired of you denying my wishes. Just let me pop that cherry. It won't even hurt."
Squinting at him, Airi noticed that Kamoshida's voice was slurred, and his eyes were red. "I will not have sex with someone drunk," Airi said as she sat on the edge of the bed. "I've already told you that I'm not ready to take that step with you. You're talking about denying your wishes, but you can't respect mine."
"Fuck you," Kamoshida spat as he to sat up. "Do you know how many girls would happily let me take their virginity? A LOT!"
"Well, go have sex with them 'cause I'm out of here," Airi stated as she stood up and made her way toward the front door until Kamoshida stopped her.
"You're not going anywhere," said Kamoshida, panting in anger. "You think I'm stupid, huh?" Airi stared at him in confusion. "Oh, don't give me that look. I see how you look at your co-worker today in your skimpy dress. Come to think of it… You always dress fancy whenever you're hosting that stupid show." Kamoshida leaned closer to Airi, who shook with fear. "Did you fuck him, Airi?"
"Wha…? Suguru, I don't know what you're talking about." Airi tried to break free from Kamoshida's grasp. "I'm not involved with him, and you know that. Now, please let go of me. We can talk more about this tomorrow when you're sober."
Kamoshida shook his head. "I said you're not going anywhere." Before Airi could react, she felt Kamoshida's hand collide with her cheek. He slapped her. Kamoshida had never laid a hand on Airi before. "Maybe I should check to see if you're telling the truth about your virginity, huh? Because I'm the only one that I can touch you."
That night, Airi remembered the horrific events in flashes. From the moment Kamoshida slammed her onto the bed, ripping her panties into shreds, and her pleas for him to stop, he never did. While Kamoshida was still sleeping the following day, Airi left the apartment to get on live television. She kept everything professional during the show, masking her face with a smile while she was crying in pain underneath.