Koyoma Hitoshi just finished the meeting with the professor.
He had been looking forward to it all week, but it didn't go the way that he wanted. His mind had been distracted the entire time, wondering where his girlfriend was.
Where did she take Yasuo? How was she going to resolve everything like she claimed she was going to do?
Hitoshi had never heard of Yasuo before when he suddenly became the man's victim, so all the rumors had never entered his ear before.
He didn't even consider for a split second that she was currently in her apartment cheating on him (but if it's for his own good… hahaha).
Worried and distracted, the professor decided to cut the meeting short and told him to head home. He didn't say it outright, but the expression on his face told Hitoshi everything he needed to know; he had just wasted his time.
Heading to the bus, he was nervously waiting for a response from his girlfriend.
He finally received a notification after waiting so long but when he rushed to check it, it was just one of his mobile games.
"Please be safe," he muttered. "Don't get hurt for my sake."
As he sat on the bus, he began thinking about the day that they were picked as Yasuo's next target.
He and Shinju were at the library studying. It was like any other day, except that in the corner of his eye, he saw someone standing in front of the window across from them.
Thinking nothing of it at the time, he had seen the flashlight of the person's phone go off which should've clued him that something was wrong but so focused on his studies, he assumed the man was just taking pictures of himself.
What he didn't know was that the man was Yasuo and he had just taken a picture of the two of them and sent it to one of his friends who was an expert at discovering people's identities.
It didn't take long for Yasuo to receive an answer.
The next time he saw Yasuo, he had just finished delivering a stack of papers to his teacher when a group of boys at his school suddenly dragged him into a car.
He's never been a victim of bullying before. He had never even interacted with any of these boys.
But all it took was a little bit of money sent by Yasuo for them to kidnap Hitoshi.
The car stopped at a club and the boys handed him over to these two men who brought him inside.
The men escorted him to a private room where Yasuo, his friends, and a bunch of girls were hanging out. There was enough alcohol in the room to fill up a pool and enough drugs to sentence everyone there to a decade of prison if they were caught.
Hitoshi didn't know what was going on but he could tell that Yasuo was the perpetrator behind it all as he seemed to be the boss of the room.
Everyone looked at him and everything that came out of their mouth was said with the intention of pleasing him.
And when he stood up and kicked Hitoshi in the stomach, everyone clapped and cheered.
That day, Hitoshi was made Yasuo's plaything. He was kicked around, had alcohol poured on him, was forced to do drugs, and when he tried to escape, bodyguards were outside the door blocking it.
He peed himself at some point which Yasuo didn't hesitate to film.
Snatching his phone, Yasuo sent the video he just took to Shinju before powering it off.
"Let's have some fun."
That night, when he returned home, battered and bruised, he tried to report it to the authorities, but as soon as the name Yasuo was mentioned, they scolded him and hung up on him.
That's when he realised that Yasuo wasn't just some random bully. He was someone powerful who had the city under his thumb.
He would never be able to escape his grasp.
He could only hope to endure and pray that someday, Yasuo would get tired of him and move on to his next target.
Luckily, his wishes were about to come true.
Only — it was the result of something he could never imagine.
* * *
"Oh yeah. Continue sucking it on your own. Just like that."
Yasuo took off his jacket and shirt, tossing them to the side.
Watching as Shinju thrusted her head back and forth without any assistance from his end, he was only getting more aroused with each passing second.
It had been so long since he had received head from a girl.
Even though her techniques were garbage and she didn't know how to properly use her tongue, the walls of her mouth, the saliva, and the suction of her cheeks — he didn't care.
As long as her teeth didn't bite him, it was more than enjoyable.
'My jaw is hurting! When is he going to finish? It's been over five minutes.'
"Look at me," he said, grabbing ahold of the back of her head once more. "Prepare yourself. Don't you dare throw up."
'Throw up? Why would I throw up?' she wondered.
Her question was answered a second later.
With her head kept in place, he thrusted his hips forward, pushing his cock past the uvula and down her throat.
Unable to breathe, panicking from the suddenness, Shinju pounded her fists on his thighs, but he ignored it and continued to push forward, reaching deeper and deeper down her throat with each thrust.
She continued hitting his thigh but was starting to lose strength as the oxygen in her body began to decrease.
Thrust-bam! Bam! Bam!
With the last thrust, he kept his rod lodged in her throat, holding it in place at the deepest point he was able to reach. She was trying to pull away but he prevented her from backing off, not giving her even a second to catch her breath.
He watched her body squirm around as the lack of oxygen was getting to her.
'Oh shit! What did I just do?'
Understanding that he had gone too far, he released his grip of her head, allowing her to back away.
She collapsed to the ground and coughed profusely.
"Haaa~ Haaaaa~.... Were you trying to kill me? Cough!"
Pressing her hands on the floor, she lifted her torso back up.
The look in her eyes was venomous. She looked like she wanted to kill him.