❤︎ 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚜𝚎𝚡.
❤︎ 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍, 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 (𝙱𝙳𝚂𝙼) 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙.
❤︎ 𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍. 𝙸 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊. 𝙽𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜!
❤︎ 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 @𝚜𝚔-𝚖𝚞𝚖𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎.
❤︎ 713 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 3 𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

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Geto acquiesced to my plea and allowed me to keep my oversized T-shirt on.

"Come to me." He heads back to the brilliant wall.

I walk to him, half-nude, pulling down on the hems of my shirt.

"Don't be shy, y/n."

That 100K... 100... one-hundred K. I will take that bag and never see him again. Just endure this. I stand in front of him, returning his endless gaze.

Then, out of the blue, he lifts me–"Fuck!?"

And with a swoosh, he pins me on his lap, stomach down. "Geto! Fuck! Let go!"

"Behave! Behave. You will refer to me as 'Master Geto.' Understood?

I don't speak, my fingers digging into my flesh.

"Did I stutter, y/n? Answer me."

"Yes... yes! Understood! Jesus!" My ribs press against my heart.

"Understood, 'Master Geto.'" He dins from above.

"Understood... Master... Geto." My lungs deflate as I feel his hands creeping in from underneath my T-shirt and onto my behind. One hundred thousand... one...

"Good girl, y/n. Very good girl." He bends his knees to hoist up my hips.

He begins his caressing of me.

As much as I find myself utterly repulsed, I simultaneously sense my fluid steadily exiting me. How shameful and disgusting it is to be betrayed by your own body.

He inserts a singular digit. I jolt. He's cold.

"Now, I never did say I am a gentleman, did I, y/n?" He motions back and forth.

I shut my eyes and breathe. If I simply meditate my way out of this... one thousand...

He pushes yet another digit into me. I bite on the collar of my worn shirt. "Ay, now, that's blatant cheating, isn't it?" His other hand climbs onto my left inner thigh, wrenching me open.

I start shaking ever so slightly. From my humiliating sobs. From his painful coldness. From the creeping unsolicited pleasure. The only things exiting from me are my tears and... I steady myself.

"You're not as dry as I suspected, y/n. You do like this, do you not?

I turn and glare at him, my shirt still clenched between my teeth. "My, my, you're no fun." He withdraws.

It's done.

I did it.

I can smell the money. 

Let's leave.

And yet...

He picks me up again. This time propping me up against the glaring wall. My unclothed bottom grazes the tatami's raised textures. "What more do you want!"

What more can I give?

Geto pushes his knees against my thighs and parts them wide. I stare back at his face, dark and indecipherable against the sinking sun. 

"I want you to be my toy, my pet, my plaything, my little obedient kitten that learns all the tricks I teach her.

Once more, he sinks his fingers into me. He inserts his left thumb into my mouth and to my chagrin, I feel my tongue warming up his skin. "Such a pretty face you have there." He nibbles the tears off of my cheeks. "Even prettier when I make you cry."

I tense against the calluses and knuckles inside of me and unthinkingly start closing in on his thumb.

"Uh-uh, no. No biting," his thumb swirls in my mouth, massaging my muscles while tilting my face up. "There there. Good kitty."

He grabs the back of my head so my lips fall onto his. He wrests my mouth open with his tongue and violently curves his fingers within me.

I let out a muffled, limp, pathetic sob.

"That's it. That's it... Let me use you. Relax. Allow me to use you till you break, y/n."

I lost.

It's over.

I have...

... nothing left.

He cleans me up and pulls out a clean pair of his underwear, which presently hangs loosely on my hips. I don't even think to ask why he simply has a pair of fresh underwear sitting around in his prayer hall. "He must be a slut," I ponder. I stay in the same spot, observing the last rays of the sun disappearing.

I realize I am still crying. 

It's a chilly, June day.

Silently, Geto comes to me with a handkerchief to cover my nose tip with. I blow out my snot.

The kerchief smells like sunshine, which is just dead dust mites, anyway.

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Author's note!

been really fatigued & stressed & overstimulated recently so only half a chapter this time. │˶˙ᯅ˙˶)꜆
btw i know that there's "boy" in my user name but i am not a boy and use she/her pronouns haha plz stop misgendering me. (⸝⸝⸝╸ . ╺⸝⸝⸝)

anyhow, in case yall missed it, we have over 1k reads now and so also a playlist. thank u all for the support. annd there is an original cover art on the way (which is an overdue 500-read milstone). here's a sneak peek of the amazing sketch by @caacatte (IG):

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2024.06.04