The boy reeked of freshly smoked cigarettes, even though Wan Pan Koukou was supposed to be a non-smoking zone.

"E-excuse me?" Satoru squeaked out the words. He was aware that the raven-haired boy holding him close was the same stranger who had seen his face days ago. "I'm not sure I know you," he lied.

Satoru never lied.

But now, he had no choice. He should protect his secret and make sure no one learns the truth that he was Mumen Rider.

The other boy's grin looked feral as he said, "You were fucking hard to find."

He was looking for Satoru? Why in goodness' name would he do that? Was this stranger really hired by a criminal organization to take care of Satoru and put an end to the deeds of Mumen Rider? That was possible. Then, he should fight this stranger and escape his firm grasp. Satoru squirmed out of the other's boy hold but he was too strong. Looking around, Satoru tried to ask for help from someone, but no one was near them. The gates of the school were already empty.

With his arms still pasted on Satoru's shoulders, the raven-haired teen urged him to walk in another direction. Not toward the school proper but into one of its abandoned corners. They reached the dilapidated storage room that was rumored to be the hideout of a notorious group of delinquents.

"Sit down," the stranger commanded as he threw Satoru onto a beat-up couch. In an instant, the boy had taken his own shirt off and towered over Satoru's trembling form.

'W-what is this?" Satoru couldn't help his eyes from sweeping over the other boy's naked body. His skin was white and soft but littered with deep scars. Did he get it from fighting with other delinquents? Other criminals? Or from victims fighting for their dear lives? Would Satoru be one of his unfortunate victims?

No, Satoru wouldn't let it.

He was Mumen Rider-a hero. He wouldn't be beaten up to submission. There were many more people he could save. His mind clear, he remembered the special watch he got from the police as Mumen Rider. Aside from telling the time, it had a special button that, when pressed, would alert the police about his location. He would say that Mumen Rider found him and already left to help another. Would that work? But it wasn't like he had another choice. Yes, he'd do that. The watch was wrapped around his left wrist. His right index finger was about to push the button, but the stranger took both his wrists and glued his hands above his head.

"Don't worry, this won't take long," the raven-haired boy promised. One of his hands was still wrapped on Satoru's wrists and the other expertly took off Satoru's pants.

Satoru's eyes widened and his heart beat fast.

No.

No!

The stranger would sexually assault him! Here. In this dark, dingy room away from the rest of the school. Where no one could hear his screams. Fear gripped his soul, and he tried to escape the boy's strong hands, but he failed once more.

"Hoy, stop that!" The raven-haired teen warned but Satoru kept on trying to get out of his hold. "Hoy!"

With all his might, Satoru used his legs to attack the stranger. He kicked his knees, his stomach, his chest. He screamed "Help!" even though he was well aware no one could hear him.

"Fuck!" At last, the boy clicked his tongue and released Satoru. "Are you really a hero wannabe? You look stupid crying and asking for help like that." He sat on the other side of the couch, took a cigarette from the table, and lit it with a lighter. "Ah, forget it. I can't get hard looking at you looking this pathetic."

Satoru touched his cheeks. It was damp with tears. His hands clenched. What the other boy said was true. He looked pathetic crying and shouting for others' help. So much for being a hero. But, the thought of being violated by another was a new kind of fear for him. It rattled his soul and consumed him from the inside. No one should ever feel that way.

"You shouldn't do that!" Satoru had the courage to speak.

The other boy blew smoke into the air and then looked at him with his piercing gray eyes. "Smoking?"

"No!" Satoru exclaimed as he wrapped his arms protectively around his body. "I mean, sexually assault someone."

The stranger grinned at that. He aimed the cigarette at Satoru. "Feeling brave now, are we? I don't like taking orders. Don't forget, if I got pissed, I could easily pin you down again and thrust my cock into your lovely butt."

"Then, why didn't you?" He looked so pissed off earlier.

Suddenly, silence enveloped them. The boy just stared at him, cigarette burning between his fingers as he rested his chin on the back of his hand.

For the first time, Satoru was able to have a good look at him. The boy was beautiful. No. Not just beautiful, but head-turning and heart-stopping beautiful. Both boys and girls must be fighting for his attention. If so, why would be want to violate someone like Satoru? Was it a command from someone else?

"What's your name?" The stranger suddenly asked.

"M-my name?"

"Yes. Your name. That's what I asked, moron."

Should he tell him the truth? This boy knew that he was Mumen Rider, right? Satoru swallowed. It wouldn't matter. All this stranger needed to do was walk to someone in school and ask for Satoru's name and then he'd know about his true identity. No use hiding it now. So, he answered, "Satoru."

"Satoru, huh? Satoru." He repeated the name while inhaling and puffing smoke. Like it was a kind of mantra. Then, he stood up and put on his shirt. He fished his phone from his pants and threw it at Satoru. "Save your number."

Satoru knew what was happening. This boy wanted to dominate him. Bully him into submission until his whole life was wrecked and shattered. He wouldn't let that happen. "N-no-"

"Then, I'll tell everyone about your secret."

That's... blackmail! Satoru gripped the phone hard and grudgingly typed in his number.

The stranger took the phone and said, "My name's Sonic. See ya." Then, he strode out of the storage room like nothing grave had happened.

Satoru slumped into the couch. His energy seemed sucked out of him. What was that meeting? He got dragged into this room, almost got assaulted, and then asked for his number? Oh, he was definitely going to be bullied by this beautiful stranger.

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That was unexpected.

In truth, Sonic thought he'd lose himself the moment he got hold of Mumen Rider. That he would easily strip him off his clothing and force himself into the hero wannabe. Have sex with him the whole day until his ass bled and he couldn't walk straight anymore. However, seeing the boy tremble and cry turned his cock soft, and his insides churned.

So he stopped.

Just like that.

Sonic realized one thing: the boy should be willing to have sex with him. Then, he could satisfy his hunger and continue with his merry way again. He just needed to seduce Satoru.

Satoru.

That was his name.

What a nice name.

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Would he come after him?

"Satoru?"

If he would, when?

"Satoru."

How would he deal with him, then?

"Satoru!"

Genos-sensei's voice resounded in the classroom and finally woke up Satoru from his thoughts. Immediately, he stood up and met his teacher's gaze. Genos-sensei was only nineteen years old, but he was a genius. He finished college when he was twelve and then pursued his master's and doctor's degrees. He could have taught at a nice university but chose to stay in Wan Pan Koukou.

"You're not listening," Genos-sensei stated the fact. After Satoru apologized, he repeated his question, "Why is Chapter 19 of 'Bloodbitch' entitled Heart?"

Satoru opened his book just to remember what the chapter was about and then answered, "Because it is when Andromeda realized that she had a heart. That, uhm, that she wasn't heartless, after all."

The teacher waited for more but it was all he could say. Satoru knew his answer was too shallow, but he was not a good literary critic and his head was still in the clouds.

As the young sensei explained the chapter in detail, Satoru felt someone tap his shoulder. He looked behind him and saw Bakkuman near him.

"You look distracted," he said in a low voice.

Satoru shook his head. "Nothing serious, just a bit of a pinch."

Bakkuman frowned. Seemed like he wasn't convinced. "You can ask for help, you know."

"Thanks, but-" Just then, Satoru's phone vibrated. It was Sonic. He knew because the stranger already messaged him thrice today. He looked back at Bakkuman and said, "Can I ask you something later?"

"Sure."

When Genos-sensei's class ended, Satoru placed his chair next to Bakkuman's table and asked him, "Do you know anything about Sonic?"

"Ah. Has he set his eyes on you? Then you should talk to the school officials. That guy's no joke."

"Is he bad news?"

"Not only bad news. He's seriously dangerous." Bakkuman went closer to Satoru and whispered, "They say he and his friends do drugs in the abandoned storage room near the Z building."

That was where Sonic attempted to sexually assault Satoru. He swallowed and wiped the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Fear simmered inside Satoru as he thought about the attack. But he composed himself and asked, "What more do you know about him?" If he knew things about the boy, then he would know how to handle him. He couldn't fight blind.

Bakkuman shrugged his shoulders. "No one knows much about him." Then, he stopped and snapped his fingers. "Puripuri! He might know something. He had this weird habit of stalking the pretty boys on campus."

"Thanks!" Satoru said and dashed out of Class C's classroom.

"Wait!" Bakkuman called so Satoru stopped. "Puripuri is in the detention center."

Nooo!

Satoru dropped to the floor. And then immediately stood up again. He would not be disheartened. He would know what to do. Steeling his heart, he went back into the classroom and participated in the remaining classes.

Time went by fast and soon it was time to call it a day. Students waved goodbye to teachers and friends.

Satoru clenched his backpack tight as he walked out of school. He was almost sure of what was waiting for him just behind the gates.

And, his hunch was right.

Sonic was there. He sat on his big bike, smoking a cigarette and waiting for Satoru. Sonic had asked him through text where he lived but, of course, Satoru did not reply.

"Get on," Sonic ordered as he threw a helmet to Satoru.

Satoru held on to the helmet but declined, "No. I have my bike."

"Pfft." The stranger almost laughed. "That lame bike should be thrown into the garbage. Ride on mine. I'll take you home."

"No-" He felt something moist and warm on his lips. Sonic just shut him up with a kiss. When the boy opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, Satoru jumped backward. "Stop that!"

"Will our conversations always be 'no' and 'stop'?" He licked his lips and grinned at Satoru. "Don't forget. I know your secret."

Satoru's heart beat wildly inside his chest. The kiss caught him off guard. No one had kissed him before. This beautiful but strange boy was his first kiss. The one threatening and dominating him. The one he should but could not escape.

"Come on!" Sonic urged and Satoru had no choice but to submit. The stranger took the helmet again and gently put it over Satoru's head, expertly adjusting it.

The ride was fast. Too fast, actually. Satoru gripped tightly onto Sonic's waist, fearing that he would be swept by the winds once he let go. With such speed, the world around them was a blur. He could feel Sonic's every breath. Surprisingly, the stranger's heart was beating loud and fast.

"You should slow down!" Satoru suggested. The boy must be afraid, too.

But Sonic replied, "I don't slow down!" And he drove even faster.