He glides into the center ice and flashes his radiant, shining smile, spreading his arms to present himself to the crowd.

Ojiro is catching his breath while they judge him on the Kiss and Cry with Minoru-san. His score put him in the first place but in the closing of the event, the media and fans are going crazy over the SP's final ranking.

Ojiro Korishima the defending world champion falls down into third place.

After the event, when Ojiro finally closes the door shielding him away from all of the noise for the day, he's back to the secret world he started living in.

He goes directly to the fridge and grabs a beer. He drinks it in large gulps, draining it fast and throws away the empty can across the room. He takes another can, opened it and collapses in to the bed in sitting position, leaning his back on the pillow and bed frame.

"Do you have any regrets about your performance?" the blonde journalist asked him for the official interview after he was announced third place.

The girl gave him a flirty smile and Ojiro looks directly at her in return, amusement can be seen in his expression.

"I didn't have any. The performance is perfect." A smile tugged his lips but didn't reach his eyes.

Yes. It's perfect.

The SP's ranking didn't surprised Ojiro at all but regardless of the result, he didn't feel any ounce of regret.

He freed his soul into that performance.

In the course of his preparation for worlds, Ojiro buried himself with training and work just to masked out the unbearable pain.

He tires himself during the day and then at night, he intoxicates himself with alcohol until he passed out on the bed.

And that's when the nightmare comes. A familiar touch, gently caressing his leg up to his chest. Her warm breathings are saying the words, a sweet, seductive hum to his ear "I love you, Ojiro."

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you.

Open up your mind, let you fantasies unwind.

He opens his mouth, meeting the wet tongue of hers. A moan escapes from her throat as she presses further, playing, slurping the wetness out of his mouth.

Touch me.

Trust me.

Savoring each sensation.

Not letting her out of his sight, he let her do what she wanted to him. His dark eyes feasted upon the naked curve of her figure in the dark, grinding on top of him like a succubus that have appeared out of nowhere to devour him. Her disheveled brown, thick curls, dances with the lewd rhythm as his full breasts bounces up and down.

In my mind, I've already Imagined our bodies intertwining.

Our Passion-play has now, at last, begun.

They both let out a moan of pleasure as she sits down on his throbbing cock. She throws her head back as he enters her in, her body goes up and down letting himself get lost in her pace openly like a living offering to the gods, or to demons.

Lost in the pleasure, she lays down surrendering on his chest as he clasps her booty that shakes  as he fastens his thrusts.

"O-Ojiro, aaaahhh~" she moans, looking up to him and that's how he clearly saw her face.

"Louise," he whimpered, cupping her face. His sanity coming back together at once.

He embraces her tightly, kissing her head, not letting her go as their hot, sweaty bodies moves in a wild pace. "Where were you? I've been looking for you. Stay here, please don't go—"

His words are muffled by her huffs and whimpers as she reaches her climax and soon, Ojiro followed after her and when he opened his eyes, Louise is nowhere in sight.

He's alone in the bed, clasping a shirt that Louise had worn, sniffing every scent that she left there.

It's not a dream. It was just a figment of his imagination from the past.

The past that he refuse to let go.

He consumes it like a drug. An aphrodisiac.

Yes. He is the phantom.

The obsessive monster, living in the shadows.

The moment Ojiro saw the title from the list, he knows right then he needs to skate to it. As he reads the lyrics of the song that were included to the new version of his program, the more he understands the story.

One of the major points of it is its eroticism when "The Music of the Night" expresses the female lead's sexual awakening that led them to "The Point of no Return" where they talk about having sex, exploring each of their hidden desires.

Ojiro delivered the phantom's strong feelings of dark obsession to the woman he loves through his program. In every twist, every turn and every jump. He expresses how this love have driven the phantom into the brink of madness losing himself in it.

For they played the same character.

They shared the same fate.

Ojiro throws his head back into the pillow, his mouth in a shape of a big 'O' letting out a sigh of pleasure.

When he finishes, he frees out his other hand to see. It was filled with his cum. It's hot, thick discharge sticks his fingers like webs.

I am a fucking piece of shit.

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