Will to Survive

By : CJDGOAT

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Prologue

In the middle of the white hell rested a teenage boy. All he's ever seen and known are these white walls surrounding him endlessly. But in a month, he will finally be released.

"001, your father requests to see you in his office after your morning pushups."
A white room enforcer informed the brown-haired 'Masterpiece.'

Sighing before exiting his bed, he promptly got on the floor to begin his daily routine.

"2997, 2998, 2999, 3000." As the masterpiece of this ridiculous training facility, his daily routine was beyond human capability. Only a select few can survive even a year in this facility at its current intensity, let alone 14.

"It took me 10 minutes and 34 seconds today. That was slower than yesterday." He pondered before drawing a possible conclusion, "Am I experiencing nervousness? No, I just went at a slightly slower pace today."
These were the thoughts circulating the mind of Kiyotaka as he approached his destination.

He arrived in front of a large wooden door, looking quite out of place for this facility.

He knocked on the door and waited nonchalantly before hearing the voice of that sickening man.

"Come in, Kiyotaka." The strong and stern voice of the man was clear, even though the thick door separated the 'father' and son.

"Yes, father." He robotically replied as he entered the room.

"Have a seat," Atsuomi commanded. He continued after Kiyotaka took his seat.

"What I'm about to inform you is something I've dreaded for years."

The teenager, Kiyotaka, remained silent, waiting to hear the rest of the story.

"The White Room is shutting down."

A flash of shock spread across Kiyotaka's face. It only lasted a split second, but his father didn't miss it, showing a look of surprise, as he didn't expect the Demon of the 4th Generation to display any form of emotion on his face. Maybe if he stayed here for one more year, all emotion would have vanished.

"Why?" The Masterpiece cooly asked.

"The Government of Japan has started to peer into my life and the possibility of a place akin to this existing."

Kiyotaka absorbed the information before nodding and calmly exiting the room.

Freedom, I wonder what it will be like.

Kiyotaka POV

A month has passed since the chat with my father. I sat inside a large SUV transporting me to one of my father's many mansions.

Once we arrived, I noticed a mid-50s butler alongside four maids. They told me there were supposed to be only three. Maybe they hired that blonde one recently. She seems to be around my age.

Once I stepped out of the car, the four maids instantly swarmed me with hearts in their eyes!

"Young master!" The oldest one squealed.

"Ayanokoji-Sama!"

"Kiyotaka-Sama!"

The last one didn't say anything, but she seemed to have the most awe-struck expression.

The oldest maid, who called me young master, reached me first. She was a woman in her early 30s who simultaneously gave off a strong, motherly vibe and a teasing older sister vibe. Her face was the definition of beauty. She had long, curly, strawberry-blonde hair. She had deep red eyes that could hypnotize any young man. Her breasts were large and robust, almost spilling out of her maid uniform.

She had wide, birth-giving hips that swayed with every step she took. Her waist was slim and alluring. Everything about her screamed MILF. I learned that terminology in the numerous manga I read during the last month of my stay at the White Room. The instructors knew what was coming, so they let me relax and absorb modern culture to fit in.

When the MILF reached me, she quickly spread her arms and hugged me tightly. She pressed my head into her supple breasts and nearly suffocated. Death by breast suffocation was supposedly the dream death for boys my age.

After about 30 seconds of suffocation, she released me and grinned at me with a seductive smile.

"It's pleasing seeing a handsome young man around. Especially knowing what you've been through. The nature of being a maid and knowing what we know, it's dangerous to visit outer society frequently." She said with a wink.

The other three maids had also finally arrived. One was a tall brunette a bit taller than me, about 5'7.5. She had decently sized breasts and a slender figure, but an equally charming figure as the big-breasted MILF.

"Nice to meet you, Ayanokoji-sama!" She gleefully lunged towards my left arm. The sensation of breasts pressing against my arm was different compared to having my face stuffed with them. I'm not sure if this was a coincidence or not, but she seemed to be in a position where my fingertips pressed against her vagina. She was about 18 to 22 years old, in the prime of her youth.

The 3rd one had medium shoulder-length black hair. The 3rd maid was
beautiful and had a blinding smile that caused my heart to beat slightly faster than average. Her breasts were between the sizes of the first and 2nd women. Also sporting a sexy figure, all these women were perfect for breeding.

She reached out for my free hand with both of hers, gently rubbing my hand in hers. "It's nice to meet you, Kiyotaka-sama." She greeted.

The 4th and final maid of the mansion stood off, about 7 feet away from us 4. She had long, blonde hair with an exquisite, elaborate design. She had big, blue puppy dog eyes. Her face was what I could describe as cute. She seems to be 14 or 15, around my age. Her breasts were large for her age, around the same size as the 3rd maid. Once our eyes connected, she blushed deeply while shyly waving her dainty hand at me.

As the other three stepped back, they all introduced themselves.

"I'm Mai! I'll make sure to please~ you to the best of my ability." Mai, the big-breasted MILF introduced herself. She made sure to emphasize the word, please. I made a mental note to follow through with this.

"I am Matsushita Jun. It's nice to meet you, Ayanokoji-sama. Please do not hesitate to reach out to me if you need anything. Whether it be food, cleaning." She paused, "or my body~."

What is with these troublesome women? So horny.

The third spoke up. "I am Tanaka Aoi. Feel free to call me Aoi-nee." She also added a comment. "Also, I can offer you a better time. I have bigger breasts than Jun~," She said while stifling a giggle behind her hands.

"H-hey! Aoi-chan! That's mean!" Jun then ran over to her friend and playfully hit her a few times. The impacts caused Aoi-nee's tits to jiggle quite a bit, a delightful sight to behold.

I was distracted by the ongoing chaos unfolding when the 4th maid pulled on the sleeve.

"I-I-I'm Nanase Tsubasa, p-pleased to meet you..." she let out a wry smile, her face coated in a red hue that screamed her feelings towards me.

"Nice to meet you, Nanase," I responded.

The other 3 stopped their idiocy and immediately honed in on Nanase with a shine in their eyes.

Mai got behind her and started playing with Nanase's cheeks. Lucky. "Does our precious little Nanase have a crush~?" She playfully teased.

Aoi-nee hugged her from the front, causing their ample breasts to press against each other, causing a slight reaction.

Matsushita approached her side and asked ridiculous questions such as 'How many?' 'how was the first time like?' And 'how long have you been married for~' I just met her, how can any of these be the case? I don't understand at all.

Nanase's face continued to flush. It was mid-March, so the winds were a nice mixture between warm and cool, but I had still come underdressed, so I wanted to enter the mansion.

It's been about three months since I arrived here. Due to Aoi-nee's college and Tsubasa's school, they could only be here on the weekends. During the week, Jun and Mai stayed but left on the weekends to be with their family and children, respectively.

Today was a Sunday, so I'm spending time with Tsubasa and Aoi-nee later.

I woke up to another hot breakfast being served to me by Tsubasa.

"Good morning, Kiyotaka-sama, how was your rest?" She cheerfully greeted me.

"I had a great night. I even had a few dreams, too."

"What did you dream about, Kiyotaka-sama?" She questioned while bending over slightly to place my food tray on my nightstand.

I took the opportunity to rise and position myself behind her, wrapping my arms around her sexy waist.

"I dreamt of you, Tsubasa." I leaned in and started nibbling her nape. Our intimate position caused her face to flush in embarrassment and pleasure.

Her right hand poised itself on top of the arm that snaked around her midsection, and her left clutched onto my hair.

I stopped nibbling on her neck and brought her into a passionate kiss. Her moist tongue battled and clashed with mine inside her warm mouth. But this was a losing battle for her.

After a short make-out session, our faces parted, only connected by the thin strand of saliva. We then position ourselves to be facing each other.

I pushed a strand of hair behind her ear while her hands cupped my face, pulling our faces together.

"Oh, what are you two lovers doing?~" Aoi-nee's voice rang through my room, causing Tsubasa and I to stop suddenly.

Tsubasa pushed me off of her and quickly faced Aoi-nee. "I-I-it was nothing!" She sputtered while covering her face in complete and utter embarrassment. I found her current expression to be cute. I slowly started patting her head affectionately before responding to Aoi-nee. Although, her eye twitched for some reason as I was about to address her.

"Good morning, Aoi-nee. How are you this morning?"

She pouted and turned her head away from me before responding. "Hmph, I'm fine, Ayanokoji." Aoi resorted to calling me my last name without any honorifics. Something was out of order, but I couldn't tell what was wrong with this woman.

An awkward silence enveloped the room for around 1 minute before I finally decided to speak again.

"Tsubasa, I'll call Eichiro over today to swim in the indoor pool later. Is that fine by you?" I questioned.

"Yes, Kiyotaka-sama."

I ruffled her hair a bit more, deliberately messing up her hairdo. "I told you to drop the 'sama'. It feels weird having someone I'm so close to call me by that."

"H-hey, did you have to mess up my hair just to tell me that?" she asked, avoiding direct eye contact.

"Why does it matter what your hair looks like?"

"Kiyotaka..." she said with a dumbfounded expression across her face. Aoi-nee burst into laughter in the background.

"What's wrong?" I asked, completely lost. What did I do?

"You're so dense, Kiyotaka! No, Kiyobaka!" Tsubasa got in my face and started poking my chest. "You're why. I look good for you! Kiyobaka!"

Oh, so that's why. Typically, when humans garner feelings of attraction or love, they subtly change or attempt to appease the person of interest. Because of Tsubasa's feelings for me, I could now understand why she was annoyed at me messing up her beautiful luscious locks.

"I understand now, sorry." I tried to chuckle nervously. I believe it was somewhat successful, as it caused Tsubasa to back off with a slightly guilty expression.

"It's alright, Kiyotaka. Now, eat your food before it gets cold, okay?" She gave me a quick peck on the cheek before quickly rushing out of the room and past Aoi.

When I sat back on my comfortable bed, I noticed Aoi was about to leave before I called out to her.

"Tanaka Aoi, come here," I commanded with a cold, distant tone, causing her to freeze in fear. She slowly turned back around and approached me with cautious steps.

I then stood back up and looked down at her. I was a few inches taller than her. In an instant, I swiftly pinned her against a wall. I held both of her wrists above her head with my left hand.

She looked slightly shocked at the sudden movement. I'm not even sure if she could have perceived what happened.

Despite my monstrous speed and strength, Aoi still kept that cute little pout on her face while facing her head away from me.

"What's wrong?"

No response. I then grabbed Aoi's cheeks with my right hand and made her face me, looking me in the eyes. I proceeded to stare into her eyes as if penetrating her. I meant her soul. Physical penetration will come later.

I won the staring contest, causing her to fess up. "You always treat the rest of the girls favorably compared to me!"

"What do you mean?"

"You're always being lovey-dovey with Tsu-chan. I've walked in on Jun-san performing a blow job on you numerous times now. And I even saw you make out with Mai-san while she ground on your lap." She explained, her eyes watered slightly.

I do remember seeing Aoi-nee at some of those events.

"Hmm, I see," I muttered. "Do you want the same?"

"W-what? No!" Aoi exclaimed.

"So why are you complaining? You don't want to have that same kind of relationship."

"Y-yes, but I'm too embarrassed to say the truth."

...

What? Women are so troublesome.

"So that's what you want, huh?"

She meekly nodded in response. Her face was beet red at this point. I leaned into her, giving her a light peck on the lips.

It was the first one we ever shared. I hope this will satisfy Aoi-nee for now. I looked at my beautiful maid. Her face was flushed red with embarrassment and arousal.

I then let my grip on her arms go. She quickly rushed out of the room without saying anything.

After breakfast and freshening up in the restroom, I went downstairs. Approaching the door, I began to think. I believe Eiichiro and Matsuo should be here by now.

Ding Ding!

Just as I finished my thought, the doorbell rang twice. I waited about 20 seconds to make it seem like I wasn't eagerly waiting at the door. At that time, Tsubasa, in casual clothes, saw what I was aiming for by delaying my reaction, garnering a stifled giggle from her. She quickly took my side, latching onto my arm, leaning her head upon my shoulder.

I finally decided to open the door. Behind it lay Matsuo, Eiichiro, and two unfamiliar people: A man with white hair and a little girl with lilac hair.

"Good morning, Kiyotaka-sama, Nanase-san. We met these two at the first gate. The visitors have valuable information to relay to you." Matsuo was as kind as ever, greeted me first, and extrapolated upon the situation.

"Yo, what's up Kiyo, Tsubasa!" Eiichiro eagerly greeted us as well.

The first two entered the mansion. When the visitors removed their shoes, they headed to the couches.

Then our next visitors entered. The man extended his hand to introduce himself.

"How are you, Kiyotaka-kun? I am Sakayanagi Narumori." He was a tall, white-haired man with sharp facial features. He wore a warm expression on his face. Additionally, he sported glasses and a grey suit adorned with a blue, dotted tie in an elegant Windsor knot.

"Hello to you, Nanase-san," he greeted Tsubasa with a light smile. "Are you, by any chance, Kiyotaka-kun's girlfriend?"

Tsubasa's face transfigured into a blend of deep crimson and other shades of red. "W-w-w-we're..." She meandered off.

"Yes, she's my girlfriend." I expounded to Sakayanagi. I squeezed Tsubasa's hand in facilitation.

To the rest of the world, she and I were just any young couple in love with one another, and we planned to keep that image. The type of relationship Tsubasa allows me to have with other women is frowned upon in society. Even if I were to hide behind my 'upbringing' skewing my views on relationships, most people wouldn't accept that unless they knew about the White Room.

"This is my daughter," Sakayanagi gestured towards the lilac-haired beauty. I noticed she held a walking cane. "I'll allow her to introduce herself."

As she slowly divested her shoes, she finally decided to introduce herself. Holding her cane tightly in her right hand, she took the firmest stance she could muster and spoke smugly, equaling the snobbish expression she had adorned across her cute face.

"I am Sakayanagi Arisu, a real genius."
She spoke. Little Sakayanagi wore a spotted, black and white sundress that exposed her frail, dainty shoulders and arms. Atop her Lilac locs lay her prized beret.

"A genius? Does that mean you're like Kiyotaka?" Tsubasa cutely asked, placing a finger on her face while wearing a thoughtful expression.

Little Sakayanagi took a subtle glance at Tsubasa, scanning her up and down before showing a scowl, seemingly annoyed by her existence.

I stared daggers at the little girl who showed an aggressive expression towards my 'girlfriend.' I believe that was the first time I had ever glared at someone. My short stay at this place with Tsubasa and the maids has had a meaningful effect on me.

Tsubasa noticed the little one's grimace before turning to me and heeding the uncharacteristic expression on my face.

"Isn't she cute, Kiyotaka-kun?" Tsubasa commented. She then leaned and whispered into my ear, standing on her toes to do so. "If her father is nice enough, maybe he can let us babysit her."

Her words caused my face to relax nominally. I
listened to her suggestion, but she didn't whisper at a low enough volume. The little girl's scowl grew into a deep sneer.

"Tsubasa, Sakayangi, I don't think we should keep the rest of them waiting. Let's go."

Arriving at the luxurious living room, Tsubasa and I plopped onto the couch opposite the older Sakayanagi's position.

Matsuo and Eiichiro sat side by side on a couch in the middle, but it was off towards the left, facing the TV and fireplace.

Little girl Sakayanagi finally reached her father, to which she promptly plopped her tiny frame down on the spot to the immediate left of her father. She leaned against him to support herself.

Tsubasa took a comfortable position by laying her head on my right shoulder while our hands interlocked lovingly. She used her right hand to caress my bicep.

This set of actions earned another, more vicious sneer from the one earlier.
Is this little girl okay?

Mr. Sakayanagi also witnessed our little display of affection and let out a warm smile.

"You two lovebirds remind me of Ari-chan's mother and me when we were younger." He chuckled with a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

Eiichiro looked at me and started making teasing faces. I promptly tried to ignore all the gazes directed at the two of us. Tsubasa buried her face into my shoulder in embarrassment. It couldn't have been comfortable.

I quickly decided to cut to the point of this meeting.

"Sakayanagi-san, I feel like I've seen you prior, back at That Place. Are you perhaps connected to my father?" I queried.

A self-deprecating chuckle escaped his lips before he spoke. "I don't know what I expected from you, Masterpiece." His daughter's face contorted into a mask of pure fury at the word 'Masterpiece.'

"You somehow remember the brief moment of eye contact we shared all those years ago," he reminisced. "But that's not why I'm here. I'm here to inform you about that man and the White Room." In a single sentence, the atmosphere became frigid at the words 'White Room.'

My pulse slightly picked up while Matsuo and Eiichiro exuded an uncomfortable atmosphere as they shifted in their seats. The memories of seeing dozens of children executed, brutalized, and mutilated, some by my hand, flashed through my brain at light speeds.

The cries of anguish, agony, and terror flooded my mind. It all came back to me. It seems my composure slightly cracked, and it didn't go unnoticed. Sakayanagi and his daughter both reacted. The former dawned a look of pity while the latter smirked in enjoyment. What a weird little kid.

My lovely Tsubasa noticed as well. From my peripheral, I observed her big ocean-blue puppy dog eyes scanning my face in concern. Her grip on my hand tightened while she snuggled into my arm, attempting to comfort me. I appreciate her efforts.

I finally broke the tense silence in the room with my words.

"What happened?" With these two words, the older Sakayanagi extrapolated.

"I'm sure he informed you earlier, but the White Room's existence was under investigation. And after a few months, they found the physical facility. They traced the origins back to your father and raided his main residence," Sakayanagi narrated.

"It's suspected that he died in the raid as eye-witnesses and CCTV evidence proved he was within the neighborhood around 3 hours beforehand." He started to adopt a more stressed-out tone the more he elaborated.

"But, working under that man for these many years has only made me realize one thing," his voice started cracking, akin to his composure. It seems just thinking about that man caused this.

"As long as that man has his unbridled ambition and will, nothing can stop him."

The two older men in the room were now trembling in fear, as they were the only ones aware of what that man could do to achieve his goals.

Tsubasa bore an increasingly more concerned face as the conversation unfolded. The little girl also looked anxious at her father's current state. It's understandable. A man like him doesn't seem like he loses his cool often.

Eiichiro glanced at me, signaling me to discuss with him after this, to which I replied with a nod.

After Sakayanagi calmed down, he proceeded with his words.

"Ayanokoji Kiyotaka, Nanase-chan, Eiichiro-kun, I am inviting you all to the Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing Highschool."

An interesting proposal, but will this protect me from that man?

End of Prologue...