Arc 1: The American Psycho [V]

Chapter: A Tight Slap.

"Here you go, pal." Hikigaya shuffled CJ onto the couch. "Sleep it off."

The three of them had made it to Yor's room and by now Carl was completely out of it. After trying to make him recline comfortably on the couch, Hikigaya patted him lightly on the chest. Good. He had brought his silenced pistol. CJ mumbled a halfhearted incoherent protest, when Hikigaya took it and shoved it into his jacket pocket.

The sound of a door being locked was heard. "Don't want anyone to walk in on us." Yor offered in lieu of explanation.

"Especially your husband." Hikigaya added.

If looks could kill, he would be dead already. Yor walked towards him, reducing the distance between them in a couple of steps. Her voice had a certain steely edge to it. "Let's not talk about my husband." She looked at CJ. "Does your friend need a blanket?"

"I don't think he would appreciate being tucked in like a child." Hikigaya told her. "Believe it or not, he's a real gangsta."

"What about you, Hikigaya-kun?" Yor held his gaze, looking down on him. There was something wrong with her demeanor, her voice, the look in her eyes, the way she held herself. In that moment she didn't look like a married woman about to commit adultery. She looked more like a person about to kill someone in cold blood. "What are you?"

Hikigaya offered a crooked smile. "I'm just a guy who wants to get laid."

Yor looked at him like he was the absolute scum of the earth. "…Let's do something about that, shall we?" She motioned to the bed. "Why don't you get comfortable." Her smile was beyond forced. "And I will meet you shortly after I slip into something…nice."

"Don't keep me waiting Mrs. Forger." Hikigaya added.

And then he did something outlandish, something really stupid, something which should have gotten him killed ten times out of ten.

SLAP!

Hikigaya swung his arm and slapped Yor in the ass. The loud clap of flesh meeting flesh, his open palm coming in contact with her right ass cheek echoed in the silence of the room. Yor gasped, let out a sharp cry of pain and mewled. She stumbled, taking a couple of steps forward, before throwing a look over her shoulder, a look which spoke volumes, promising pain and torture for putting her through this kind of humiliation.

Hikigaya ignored the look completely. Instead he plastered a shit eating grin on his face and spoke using an incredibly perverted and lecherous tone. "You have a nice, juicy ass, Mrs. Forger. You wanna try anal?"

Yor Forger let out a high pitched squeak. Never before in her life had she known this form of fear. It made her uncomfortable. Her cheeks grew hot and red out of sheer embarrassment. What was this man saying? Now she was afraid to show him her back. What if he took out his penis? No, don't be ridiculous Yor. It's just a penis. You can simply cut it off.

When she marched towards the other room, to change into her other outfit, she had one hand crossed behind her back, to cover her buttocks from another abrupt assault. But she got careless and didn't pay attention to what she was saying and ended up yelling, letting a little bit of the truth come out.

"What are you saying? I'm a virgin!"

Immediately Yor realized she had made a mistake, a huge mistake. The moment those words came out of her mouth, she had accidentally exposed herself and her family, her husband and her daughter to needless scrutiny and danger. Looking back at Hikigaya, she could see him look shocked and alarmed, the obvious list of questions swirling in his head, waiting for the right opportunity to hurl them at her direction. Yor could try to duck for cover, but it was no use. Retreat wasn't an option. As such, she had no choice, but to let the devil whisper into her ear and do exactly what she was told. Yor didn't like it. But it was for the sake of the mission, she told herself.

As such, Yor Forger steeled her resolve and faced Hikigaya once more. She stood by the threshold of the doorway leading to the other room, held his gaze and dared him to look away in the middle of her confession.

"...What I meant to say is that I am an anal virgin." Yor Forger said. "I don't even let my husband…fuck me in the ass. But for you, I will make an exception. Hikigaya-kun," she whispered his name. "I will let you fill all my…holes."

And then, Yor Forger slipped into the other room, leaving him at the mercy of his own paranoid delusions and wild fantasies. The list of things he didn't know kept getting bigger and bigger. But he knew one thing though - in a matter of few minutes, either way, he was getting screwed over.