[Warning: R18 Content]
Hayato's apartment was on the third floor of a quiet building on the edge of town. The kind of place where neighbors minded their own business and no one asked questions.
Yuki stood outside the door, his overnight bag clutched in shaking hands. The quest timer pulsed insistently: [17:42:33]
Less than eighteen hours. And Mizuki was probably already at his apartment, waiting.
He punched in the code—1234—and the door clicked open.
"Nakamura-senpai! You made it!" Hayato appeared from the kitchen, smiling warmly. He was dressed casually in sweatpants and a t-shirt, looking comfortable and safe. "Come in, come in. Pizza just got here."
The apartment was surprisingly nice. Clean, modern, with a small living room connected to an open kitchen. A hallway led to what Yuki assumed were the bedroom and bathroom. Everything was immaculate—almost too clean, like Hayato had spent time preparing for a guest.
"Your place is really nice," Yuki said softly, setting his bag by the door.
"Thanks! I try to keep it tidy." Hayato gestured to the couch. "Have a seat. Want something to drink? I've got soda, juice, beer..."
"Just water is fine."
"Come on, you look stressed. A beer might help you relax." Hayato was already pulling two cans from the fridge. "Trust me, after the day you've had, you could use it."
Yuki hesitated, then accepted the can. He wasn't much of a drinker, but maybe Hayato was right. Maybe it would help calm his racing thoughts.
They settled on the couch with pizza between them. For a while, everything felt normal—safe, even. Hayato asked about Mizuki, let Yuki vent about her possessiveness, offered sympathetic nods and understanding comments.
"You did the right thing," Hayato said, his hand briefly touching Yuki's knee. "Taking space from someone who makes you feel trapped. That takes courage."
"I feel terrible though," Yuki admitted. "She loves me. She says it all the time. What if I'm just being ungrateful?"
"Love shouldn't make you feel guilty for having boundaries." Hayato's hand was still on Yuki's knee, warm and steady. "Real love gives you freedom, not chains."
Yuki wanted to believe that. Wanted to think he'd made the right choice coming here instead of going to Mizuki.
"Here, finish your beer. I'll grab us another." Hayato stood, taking Yuki's nearly empty can.
"Oh, I don't think I should—"
"Just one more. To celebrate your freedom. dont worry im here" Hayato's smile was bright.
The second beer made Yuki's head feel floaty. He wasn't used to alcohol, and on an empty stomach (he'd barely touched the pizza), it hit fast.
"You should stay the night," Hayato said casually, closer now than he'd been before. When had he moved? "It's late, and you're in no state to go home. Plus, Mizuki might still be lurking around your building."
"I don't want to impose..."
"You're not." Hayato's arm slipped around Yuki's shoulders. "Besides, I like having you here. You're good company."
The apartment suddenly felt very quiet. Very isolated. Yuki couldn't hear any neighbors, any street noise. Just the hum of the refrigerator and his own heartbeat.
"Hayato-san..." Yuki's voice came out uncertain.
"You know," Hayato's voice was softer now, his face closer, "when I first saw you at the festival, I couldn't believe how pretty you were. Like something out of an anime. And then I got to know you, and you were sweet too. Pretty and sweet. That's a rare combination."
"I'm not—"
"Shhh." Hayato's finger touched Yuki's lips. "You don't have to be modest with me. I see you clearly. Everything about you."
The quest timer pulsed urgently: [14:23:17]
Fourteen hours. Less than fourteen hours now, and Yuki still hadn't completed the quest. Panic started creeping in alongside the alcohol buzz.
"Hayato-san," Yuki tried again, his head spinning. "I need to tell you something. It's going to sound weird, but—"
"You need something from me." Hayato's smile widened. "Something intimate. That's why you really came here tonight, isn't it?"
Yuki's breath caught. "wha—"
"I'm not stupid, Nakamura-senpai." Hayato's hand moved to Yuki's face, cupping his cheek almost tenderly. "You have a girlfriend who's obsessed with you, but you came to a guy's apartment with an overnight bag. At night. Alone. What else could it mean?"
"I just... the quest—I mean—" Yuki's words were fumbling, the alcohol making it hard to think clearly.
"Quest?" Hayato's eyes gleamed with something that made Yuki's stomach twist. "That's a weird way to put it. But okay. What kind of 'quest' are we talking about here?"
"I can't really explain it. I just... I need to..." Yuki's face was burning. "I need to do something intimate. With someone. And I can't do it with Mizuki because things are so messed up right now, and you said you liked me, and I thought maybe—"
"You thought I'd help you out?" Hayato leaned back, his expression unreadable. "Interesting. So you're not here because you actually want me. You're here because you need to use me for something."
"No! That's not—I mean—" Yuki was panicking now. "I do like you! You've been really kind to me, and I feel safe with you—"
"Safe." Hayato's laugh was different now. Colder. "You feel safe. That's cute." He stood up abruptly, looking down at Yuki. "Well, if you need to use me for your little 'quest,' I guess that's fair. But I should get something out of it too, right?"
Something in his tone made Yuki's blood run cold. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," Hayato pulled Yuki to his feet, hands firm on his arms, "if you want something from me, you're going to have to work for it. That's only fair, don't you think?"
"Hayato-san, I—"
Hayato kissed him. Hard. Nothing like the gentle touches and sweet words from before. His hands were rough, possessive, pushing Yuki back against the arm of the couch.
"Wait—" Yuki tried to pull away but Hayato's grip tightened.
"You came here for this," Hayato breathed against his mouth. "Don't act shy now. You wanted intimate? I'll give you intimate."
"Stop—I need a minute—" Yuki's heart was racing with genuine fear now, the alcohol making everything hazy and surreal.
"No, I don't think so." Hayato's hands were at Yuki's belt. "You came to my apartment. Drank my beer. Led me on all week. You owe me this."
"I didn't lead you on! I just wanted to be friends—"
"Bullshit." Hayato's expression was twisted now, nothing kind or gentle left in it. "Pretty little thing like you, dressing up in maid outfits, batting those eyes. You knew exactly what you were doing."
Yuki tried to push him away but Hayato was stronger, bigger, and the alcohol had made Yuki's movements clumsy and weak.
"Please—Hayato-san—I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea—"
"Too late for sorry." Hayato's hand fisted in Yuki's hair, forcing him down. "On your knees. Now."
"No—please—I don't want—" his head erupted in pain as his hair was harshly pulled
"I don't care what you want." The words were like ice. "You came here to complete your little 'quest,' right? Well, let's complete it."
Yuki's knees hit the floor hard. He tried to get up but Hayato's hand in his hair held him in place, painful and unyielding.
"Open your mouth."
"Please don't—"
"I said open." Hayato's other hand was at his zipper. "Or I can force it open. Your choice."
Tears were streaming down Yuki's face now. The quest timer showed [14:12:44] but he didn't care anymore. This was wrong. All of this was wrong.
But Hayato didn't care about his tears, his protests, his fear.
"That's it. Good boy." Hayato's voice was mocking as he freed himself. "See? You can be obedient when you try."
"Please—" Yuki choked out, but the word was cut off as Hayato pushed his entire length into his mouth.
The taste was overwhelming—bitter and salty. Yuki gagged, tried to pull back, but Hayato's hand in his hair held him firm.
"Relax your throat bitch. Don't you want to do this right?" Hayato's hips moved, pushing deeper, his pubic hair sending a weird and nauseating smell through yuki's nose. "Come on, pretty boy. Use that cute mouth for something useful."
Yuki couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. His hands pushed weakly against Hayato's thighs but accomplished nothing. Tears and saliva ran down his face as Hayato used his mouth roughly, without care or gentleness. he thrusted his dick till he hit his throat and then deeper
"Look at you," Hayato laughed breathlessly. "Crying and gagging. Not so pretty now, are you? Does your girlfriend know what a slut you are? Coming to a guy's place at night?"
Yuki made a desperate sound. His jaw ached. His throat burned. He wanted to disappear, to wake up and find this was just a nightmare. he wanted to stop this, but hayato kept at it, he kept fucking his mouth until it was sore and the only thing left was the pleasure, combining the alcohol with his skill made it utterly and immensely pleasurable.
Without even realizing it, his tounge has started moving around, exploring the entire monster that was ramming his skull
"That's it—just like that—" Hayato's movements became more erratic. "Gonna make you swallow. That's what you wanted, right? you bitch"
Yuki tried to shake his head but couldn't move. Hayato's grip was bruising, his thrusts brutal.
"Fuck—close—" Hayato's breathing was ragged. "Take it—take all of it—"
He finished with a groan, holding Yuki's head in place, forcing him to swallow everything, every last drop of cum. Yuki gagged and choked, trying desperately not to be sick.
When Hayato finally released him, Yuki collapsed to the side, coughing and gasping.
[◈ QUEST COMPLETE ◈]
[QUEST 7: ORAL INITIATION (GIVING) - COMPLETED]
[Partner brought to orgasm: Confirmed]
[Oral technique: Minimal ]
[ANALYZING...]
[ well done host]
[REWARDS GRANTED:]
Technique +8
Pleasure Sense (Active Skill) acquired
400 XP gained
225 LP earned
[LEVEL UP!]
[You are now Level 8]
[Next quest will be assigned within 24-48 hours]
Yuki barely saw the notifications through his tears. He curled up on the floor, shaking, his whole body feeling violated and wrong. his throat and jaw hurt, and his vision was blurred by the tears
"You can go now." Hayato's voice was casual as he zipped up his pants. "Thanks for that. It was fun, il call you later if i want more fun"
Fun. He'd called it fun.
"I..." Yuki's voice was hoarse, destroyed. "I thought you were different..."
"Different?" Hayato laughed. "From who? Your crazy girlfriend? Hate to break it to you, but everyone wants something. I just wanted your pretty body. She wants to own you. Neither of us actually gives a shit about YOU. even you are just a slut, so just take it"
The words cut deeper than the physical violation.
"Why..." Yuki couldn't finish the question through his tears.
"Why was I nice? Because that's how you catch pretty things. You don't grab them immediately—you let them come to you. And you came so willingly." Hayato crouched down, tilting Yuki's chin up roughly. "Word of advice? Stop being so fucking naive. Looking like you do, being as weak as you are? You're just asking to be used."
He let go, standing up. "Lock the door when you leave. And don't come back."
Yuki heard Hayato's bedroom door close. The sound of a lock engaging.
He was alone.
Slowly, painfully, Yuki pulled himself together enough to stand. His legs shook. His mouth tasted like salt and shame. His throat hurt.
He grabbed his bag with trembling hands and stumbled out of the apartment.
The cool night air hit his face like a slap. Yuki made it three steps before he collapsed against the building wall and vomited into the bushes.
When there was nothing left, he slid down to sit on the ground, hugging his knees, trying to make himself as small as possible.
His phone buzzed. Multiple messages.
Mizuki: Yuki-kun please answer me
Mizuki: I'm so worried
Mizuki: I know you're mad but please just tell me you're okay
Mizuki: I love you so much
Mizuki: Please come back to me
Yuki stared at the messages through blurry vision. Mizuki. Possessive, controlling Mizuki. But she'd never... she'd never done anything like what Hayato just did.
She loved him. She said it constantly. And right now, Yuki desperately needed someone to love him.
His hands shook as he typed:
Yuki: Can I come over?
The response was instant:
Mizuki: YES! Oh my god yes! Are you okay? Where are you? I'll come get you!
Yuki: I'm... I need you. Please.
Mizuki: Send me your location. I'm coming right now. Stay there.
Yuki sent his location and waited, shivering in the cold despite it being summer. He felt dirty, used, broken. The quest was complete but he'd never felt worse in his entire life.
Headlights appeared fifteen minutes later. Mizuki's car screeched to a halt and she jumped out, running to where Yuki sat against the wall.
"Oh my god—Yuki-kun—" Her hands were on his face, his shoulders, checking him for injuries. "What happened? Are you hurt? Did someone—"
She stopped, taking in his tear-stained face, his hoarse voice, the way he was shaking.
"Who did this to you?" Her voice was deadly quiet.
"Hayato," Yuki whispered, and broke down completely.
Mizuki pulled him into her arms, holding him tight while he sobbed. "I've got you. I've got you. You're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."
She helped him into her car, buckled his seatbelt with gentle hands, drove him back to her house. He could stay as long as he needed.
In her bathroom, she helped him rinse his mouth with mouthwash, gave him one of her oversized hoodies to change into, made him drink water.
"I knew," she said softly as she brushed his hair. "I knew he was bad. I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you."
"You were right," Yuki's voice was hollow. "About everything. I should have listened."
"It's okay." Mizuki kissed his forehead. "You're here now. With me. Where you belong. And I promise—I swear to you—no one will ever hurt you like that again. I'll make sure of it."
Yuki clung to her, desperate for any comfort, any affection that wasn't violent or mocking.
"I love you," Mizuki whispered. "So much. You're mine and I'll take care of you. Always."
"I love you too," Yuki heard himself say. And in that moment, broken and traumatized, he almost believed it.
Mizuki smiled and held him tighter.
She'd saved him. She was the only one who cared. The only one he could trust.
At least, that's what Yuki told himself as he fell asleep in her arms, the taste of violation still on his tongue and the weight of her possessiveness feeling finally like safety instead of a cage.