'What am I doing here? What am I doing here?!' Miyako wondered.
Her friend had lied. It wasn't as casual as she believed it was going to be.
It wasn't just alcohol that decorated the karaoke bar table. There were also drugs — a whole bunch of drugs.
She wanted to leave. She wanted to make an excuse and escape, but there was a large man standing in front of the door, preventing anyone from leaving.
Wanting to pull her friend to the side and question why she had been lied to, she didn't even dare to approach her as she was sitting between two men. One of them was pouring alcohol down her breasts while another one was drinking it as they touched her nipple.
Trying her hardest to reduce her presence by sitting in the corner away from anyone else, she prayed that no one would approach her.
Her prayer was to no avail as this blonde man with heavy piercings on his ears scooted to where she was sitting.
"Hey, what's your name?" he asked. "I've never seen you before around campus."
He placed his hand on her shoulder so naturally, as if the two of them were close. His other hand grabbed her shaky hand that was resting on her thigh.
Miyako wanted to pull away. She wanted to push him off of her but he was so strong that even when she jolted at his touch, she didn't move a single centimeter.
"Hey, why so nervous? You're shaky like my stupid dog at home. Maybe it's because you haven't drunk any alcohol yet. Here, take a sip," he said as he held up a cup in front of her.
She didn't take it.
"Sorry. I… I don't drink alcohol," she rejected.
The smile on the blonde man's face disappeared. "Did I ask?"
"..."
Fear suddenly overwhelmed Miyako as she realized that at that moment, she wasn't a girl in his eyes — she was a sheep and he was a wolf waiting to slaughter her.
"Drink it. Drink the fucking alcohol before I hit you."
Threatened, understanding that he meant every word of what he said, Miyako had no choice but to take the cup.
Taking a small sip, it was bitter and disgusting. She'd never drunk alcohol before. She tried to hand it back to him but he pushed it back to her.
"Finish the drink. Are you trying to disrespect me? I'm being kind and keeping you company, but you're treating me like I'm sort of a nuisance. Do you know who the fuck I am? I am a friend of Otsuka Yasuo. One text and I can find out who you are, who your parents are, and who your loved ones are. Don't piss me off any further before I ruin the lives of everyone you love."
Her mind immediately went to her crush, who was working hard to take care of his parents.
"...I'll drink."
"Good."
As she grabbed the cup with both hands, slowly drinking the alcohol, his hand was on her breast, squeezing it like it was some kind of stress toy.
It felt so disgusting, but she was so terrified that she didn't dare to push him away.
When the last bit of alcohol went down her throat, she handed him the cup and was surprised to see another cup in front of her.
"Drink."
She drank.
"Drink."
She drank.
"Drink this one too."
She drank that one as well.
She drank so much that her head was spinning in circles. She forgot where she was. She forgot about the danger that she was in. She couldn't even remember her name.
Lying flat on the seat, the guy who had forced her to drink all those cups had begun taking off her shirt.
One of his friends came up and said while snapping his fingers, "Goddamn. Those are some big ass titties. Let me get a taste."
"Man, wait your turn. Do you know how long it took me to get her this drunk? Let me fuck her a few times by myself. Then you can have a turn."
"Sloppy seconds? Fuck… aight. Just don't touch her titties with your cock. I'm about to suck on them later."
"You and your titty fetish. I got you though."
"Bet." His friend left him alone to join in on fucking Miyako's friend, who was currently taking a dick in her pussy and one in her mouth.
Unhooking Miyako's bra, the blonde man pulled it off and tossed it over his shoulder.
"Those are some nice titties. What are they? G-cup? FF-cup?"
Then he pulled down her pants and her panties.
"Oh shit. She got a bush down there," he laughed. "It's like a freaking jungle."
Even though she was dry down there, he didn't care. He pulled out his penis and was about to insert it when the door was suddenly kicked open.
"Who the fuck just kicked my door?" the leader of the group asked. He had been in the middle of banging a new girl who didn't know what she was getting herself into, just like Miyako.
The large man blocking the door had been knocked down by the sudden burst.
Standing back up, he was about to beat up whoever it was that just entered without permission when he saw that all of his friends were frozen.
All the men just saw who had walked inside.
It was the person whose name they had been using to trick girls into the room, although not a single one of them even had his number.
"Fuck. Uh… we can explain."
"Shut the fuck up," Yasuo said as he punched the closet guy who got knocked out in that single punch. He fell to the ground, his cock still out.
'Yasuo isn't one to talk about crimes but goddamn… this shit is basically r*pe. At least in my shoes, it was more blackmail and coercion.'
Wait, was it really all that different?