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The gun feels heavy in her hand. It's foreign, almost disorienting. Yosano isn’t used to using such weapons due to her ability. In that case, she is the weapon.
She holsters the gun, already deciding its use is futile. She won’t need it.
It's late in the night, the air is crisp, a light salty breeze chapping her lips and breezing through the loose strands of Yosano’s hair. She sits perched on the roof of a run down building, once a pharmacy building from the looks of it, due to a dark ‘Rx’ stained into the peeling paint.
Yosano’s currently in the slums of Yokohama, where all the squatters and drug dealers come to congregate. Either looking for a place to sleep or getting their hands on different assortments of paraphernalia, usually both.
Across from Yosano sits a sunken, heavily crooked building, quite miraculous its still standing to be quite honest. It's about 4 stories high, the exterior is constructed of old stone, random bits chipped and even missing, causing the interior framework to peek through, gleaming with a sad shine in the moonlight. Some may assume such a building is condemned, due to the fact its infrastructure could put the Leaning Tower of Pisa to shame, but alas it's a functioning apartment complex.
Well, she wouldn’t say it was functioning. Yosano’s been observing for the past hour, and so far she’s overheard at least 5 different death threats, a case of gunshots, and a very entertaining brawl between an old lady with a splintering broom and a tweaker missing half his teeth and a receding hairline. The old lady wiped the floor with the poor bastard, Yosano would’ve cheered if she wasn’t on call.
Despite that, it's been quiet. Yosano picks at her cuticles between sharp glances at the street, waiting for the target to arrive. These things take patience. A lot of patience. Boredom gnaws at Yosano, making her antsy. Her jittering fingers thrum on the cold stone roof, accompanied by the quiet tap of her foot.
God, the hell is taking him so long?
She’s tempted to throw a rock at the old lady’s window so she can get some semblance of entertainment. Before she could, as if on cue, she spots him.
He has on a worn zip up with the hood thrown over his head, walking with such wide steps it would appear he has a stick shoved up his ass. Yosano wasn’t the least surprised to see the waist of his jeans belted halfway down his ass, explaining the weird walk.
Fucking douchebag.
Yosano doesn’t move quite yet. Instead, she observes him make his way into the shabby building. Waiting another 6 minutes before she finally sees the lights of one of the third story, front facing windows come to life with a flickering spasm.
There you are.
Yosano yanks the black mask back up, covering half her face. And, with nimble steps, Yosano climbs down the building, doing her best to avoid the creaky steps of the fire escape.
She walks over to the apartment complex, not bothering to stay out of sight. She stops when just outside the entrance, looking up at the entire front view of the building. Yosano doesn’t know the exact room number he lives in. She wouldn’t mind playing a quick game of guess and go, but she's tired and wants to go home.
It's bullshit that she was assigned such a meager job in the first place. She is one of the highest ranking assassins in the mafia, and they want her to prove a point to some lanky lowlife who can’t belt his pants on correctly? Well, regardless, Verlaine was the one who assigned her on the mission, and his word is law considering he’s not only an executive, but the head of the assassin faction. Who is she to refuse?
Yosano decides to scale the side of the building using an old, rusted ladder. One look and she can tell the ladder is as trustworthy as the building's structure itself, but unless she can scale walls like spiderman, this is her only option.
She starts her slow descent to the roof, the ladder shakes and squeaks under her weight. When at the top of the ladder, she leaps onto the roof, walking along the edge until she reaches the desired column of windows. She descends carefully onto the closest balcony, hanging on the outside of the railing so she stays out of sight of the sliding door. Then she lands on the balcony below with a soft thump, sliding herself against the wall and out of view from the door.
Yosano peers over her shoulder, leaning slightly to get a view through the fingerprint smudged glass. She has an easy view of the living room and the kitchen. Both are disgusting. Bags with empty bottles and unopened groceries, plates of half eaten food being enjoyed by the swarms of flies, cups, wine bottles, pill bottles, needles. Anything you could think of Yosano could probably account for. God, she’s tempted to salvage her sense of smell and call it quits.
With no sight of the target, she reaches over and tries the door handle. Surprisingly, it opened. Yosano is standing there shocked for a second, amazed that someone this idiotic exists. Not only did they steal from the Mafia, they feel comfortable enough to leave their doors unlocked at night?
What a moron.
Whatever, it makes Yosano’s job much easier.
She slipped inside and was regrettably correct about the smell. The air was hot, thick with the smell of rotting food and substances. The air almost smelled sour, clinging to her throat with a sharp sting with every breath. Yosano silently gagged,covering the front of her mask with her hand.
How can people stand to live like this?
Yosano removes her hand, settling on taking small breaths to avoid the full punch of the rotting stench.
Careful steps carry her through the apartment, avoiding the piles of moldy food and what Yosano prays is chocolate. She follows the sound of what she assumes to be a tv to a closed door down the hall. Yosano has to admit, this will probably be the easiest hit she’s ever been assigned. Why couldn’t Verlaine assign one of the newbies to handle this shit? Even Yosano’s first job was more complex than this.
With a shake of her head, Yosano opens the door. The ungodly sight of piled clothes, boxes, and food greet her, along with the wicked stench of something sour, singing her nose hairs.
The target has his back to Yosano, hunched over his desk with the bright screen of a laptop placed in front of him. He’s taking deep breaths, his arm moving in jerking movements in front of him.
What the hell…
When Yosano flicks her eyes over to the laptop she sees a wide shot of a body with a big pair of tits and a squishy stomach riding the length of some man’s dick. The slap of skin and pitched moans fill the room, loud enough to vibrate the walls. Nope, wasn’t the tv.
I need a fucking raise.
The sound of the door bouncing off the wall shocks the man back into his body. He swivels around in his chair swiftly. A dark scowl is painted on his face, but that morphs into a horrified shock once he sees Yosano at the door, leaving himself frozen in his chair.
Yosano gets a full view of his dick. His veiny erection is flush against his stomach, it almost looks to be moving as precum leaks down the sides. It isn’t the first dick Yosano’s seen, but the sight makes her want to hurl. How could anyone be attracted to something that has a similar appearance to an Alaskan bull worm. Yosano breaths an annoyed huff, flicking her eyes back to the man’s shocked face.
Then, as if breaking out of his stupor, he shoves his dick back into his red plaid boxers, reaching over to grab a sharp switchblade in the process. He stands with the switchblade in hand, nothing on his lower half other than his boxers.
“What the-”, Yosano mentally severs his vocal cords, exchanging his angry voice with silent gasps. His eyes go wide, tears brimming his eyes as doubles on his knees, clawing at his neck.
Fucking baby.
Yosano leans on the side of the wall with her arms crossed, watching the lowlife silently cry and gasps in pain and confusion. It was quite pathetic.
With a sudden surge of rage, the man locks his bloodshot eyes on Yosano, attempting to come at her with erratic swings of his switchblade.
Without moving, Yosano gets a hold of his wrist, cleaning snapping the tendons in the wrist. A quiet rasp leaves the man’s open mouth, his face twisted with pain and shock. Under her hold, Yosano completely shatters the bones in his hands with tremendous force. Splinters of bone jut from the skin, the entire shape of the hand morphing into something lumpy and crooked. Blood drips down his skin from the exterior wounds, staining the already grimy carpet with a dark, almost black looking color.
If the man could still speak, he would most definitely be howling in pain. He falls to the floor like a rock, his deformed hand laying limp on the floor above his head, not daring to move it. Snot and tears drip down his flushed face in thick clumps, mixing with the drying blood on the carpet in wet smears.
All the while, Yosano hasn’t moved a muscle. She continues to lean against the wall, watching the man squirm around with a disgusted sneer under her mask.
This is definitely the easiest hit she’s been assigned, how the hell this guy managed to steal those crates is beyond her. He can’t even watch porn without being caught. She almost feels bad for the guy.
But that thought quickly amends when Yosano is reminded of the horrific filth she’s been subjected to.
Uncrossing her arms, Yosano takes a step before kicking the man square in the face. Yosano feels the sharp crack of his face vibrate through her foot before the sound echoes in the room. He is sent sprawling on his back with a loud thump on the floor. His limbs follow him with loose movements, similar to a rag doll.
His nose now sits crooked on his face, deep crimson leaking with thick streams down the front. A thick cough shudders through his chest, causing him to heave a mouthful of blood, adding another staining splatter to not only his skin, but the carpet as well.
His whole body shakes, twitching in pain and shock. His eyes are now almost completely red, accenting the goatee of crimson around his mouth. Tears soon leak from those red eyes, mixing with the horrific sludge of snot and blood.
Wait… did I lock my door before I left?
Yosano brushes the thought aside before placing a firm foot on the man’s chest. His bloodshot eyes bulged from his skull, he frantically tried to crawl away with his one hand. But he barely moved an inch before Yosano got a hold of his other arm, this time snapping the bones in his forearm. A large crack fills the room, the man falls back with a raspy cry and the blubbering of his lips against the collected tears, snot, and blood.
God, so fucking pathetic.
Yosano has barely touched the man, and now he lies under the hold of her boot with twisted, broken limbs and a bloody face. Her ability does have its perks.
“You thought you were so smart, didn’t ya?” Yosano says with a cheeky tone, “Stealing our imported supply of ability supplements, quite impressive I have to admit. And managing to sell it off before we noticed. Now that deserves a round of applause”, Yosano slowly claps, each crack of her hands making the man under her flinch.
“But, what I don’t understand is how you thought we wouldn’t find you. And you weren’t exactly being subtle either”, Yosano couldn’t help but laugh, “Hell, you even left your fucking door unlocked. You practically left yourself served on a silver platter just for me. How sweet.”
The man wiggles under her boot, popping sounds and wispy breaths passing his lips, his useless arms flapping around, causing more blood to drool from any protruding bones through the skin.
Yosano steps off his chest, shoving her hands in the pockets of her black jacket. The man looks slightly relieved, probably assuming this is his opportune time to escape.
Yosano takes hold of his windpipe, any relief soon turning to absolute horror. He kicks his feet against the carpet, throwing his twisted arms around, trying to take hold of the invisible hold on his neck.
A light prickle forms behind Yosano’s eyes as her focus only surges, his windpipe being completely cut off due to Yosano’s unrelenting gaze.
She watches as his movements start to slow. His kicks and frantically moving arms turn sluggish, his red face soon turns purple, thick veins popping from under his skin, his eyes bulging from their sockets as more blood drips from his nose.
With the final crack of his neck, the man’s head droops to the side, his limp limbs dropping to the floor with another heavy thud.
From the floor below comes a hard thump on the floor, “DARIEL ITS 11 FUCKING PM!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!” A muffled voice screams.
Yosano can’t help but chuckle. What a ray of sunshine they are.
Something wet drips down on Yosano’s upper lip. She traces her finger on the mysterious substance and pulls it back to see it inked in red.
Her nose was bleeding again, great.
Focusing so much energy at once does that sometimes, nothing out of the ordinary.
Yosano wipes her nose on the back of her sleeve, focusing her attention on the deformed corpse.
Usual mafia custom for assassination is to curb stomp the target and shoot three bullets in their chest. While it's highly encouraged, it's not entirely obligatory. In Yosano’s opinion, situations such as these are perfect excuses to not pull such a stunt. She doesn’t know how she could manage to discreetly transport the body, and frankly, she’s not going to fucking try.
She’ll let Dariel rot with the rest of the trash. Maybe someone will notice that he’s dead after a week if he's lucky. Whether it be due to the lack of presence, or an increase in smell.
Yosano’s vote is the latter.
Yosano doesn’t waste another moment in that hell hole. She left the way she came, taking a gasping breath as soon as she made it back outside. Oh, oxygen. She’ll never take advantage of it again.
Yosano pulls the hood up of her jacket and she makes her way down the empty road, enjoying the crisp air soothing her overheated skin. Most of the lights along the road are out, leaving on a few flickering street lamps. Even so, there's enough light for Yosano to make her way back to her car.
Yosano walks along the sidewalk, enjoying the musical sound of the whistling breeze to clear her mind. More strands of her hair come loose, the hair tie barely hanging on. Yosano pulls it out, allowing her inky black strands to spill to the tops of her shoulders, her grown out bangs brush the tops of cheeks, dancing wildly in the breeze.
Before she can pull her hair back, Yosano catches the faint sound of footsteps behind her. Her shoulders tense, pit in her stomach dropping with a painful chill. She looks behind her and sees the black outline of a stocky figure not far behind. Yosano quickens her pace, not in the mood to deal with such an interaction.
Can’t I just have one night. One fucking night.
“Hey sweetheart!” A raspy voice calls, “The hell think you’re going?”
She ignores the man, continuing to make her way down the sidewalk. Yosano realizes that she's still a good while from her car, making the interaction between the two inevitable.
“I said”, The man said with a growl, grabbing Yosano’s shoulder with a painful grip, “The hell you think you’re going bitch.”
“Don’t fucking touch me”, Yosano barks, smacking the offending hand away, giving the man in question a nasty glare.
Yosano doesn't like using her ability more than she needs too. It’s situations like these that force her hand that really piss her off.
“Such vile language for a pretty thing like you”, The man’s breath is stale, the stinging smell of alcohol wafts in Yosano’s face, “Just wanted to say how massive those honkers are!”
Are the massive honkers in the room with us?
Yosano had a small frame, her breasts in question only reaching the size of a big b cup. They’re easily hidden under the black jacket that clings to her torso.
Even with this information, that was besides the point.
He grabs her arm with a forceful tug, “I want to fuck you so bad, see how tight the pussy would be on my c-”, The man’s jaw goes slack with unsaid words. His head now sits at an awkward angle, the bones and tendons under the skin snapped and twisted. The man falls to the ground with a heavy thump, more gritty cracks sounding from his neck when his head bounces on the pavement.
Yosano saw red. Her heart was beating out of her chest, her hands shaking as her eyes stung with such ferocity. Yosano grabs the man’s collar and drags him to the chipped curb on the side of the road. She opens his mouth, getting another waft of his vile breath, before clamping his jaw around the curb. Without hesitation, she gives 3 swift kicks on the back of the man’s head. She could feel the man’s head sink deeper in the curb with every kick. The sound of cracking and grinding bone filling her ears, the sensation vibrating up her leg.
She uses her foot to kick him over on his back, satisfied to see the vandalized state of his face.
His jaw useless flops to the side, broken and chipped teeth poking in view behind blood stained lips. His nose is squashed and crooked, more blood leaking from the now deviated septum. If only she could’ve done this while he was alive.
She grabs the cool metal of the gun, clicking the safety off before firing 3 swift shots into his chest. Due to the silencer, the shots come out light and whistly, easily masking their identity to anyone loitering close by
I guess she did depart with the usual mafia custom afterall. She re holsters the gun, making her way back down the sidewalk with a little more urgency.
It's another 20 minutes before Yosano reaches the modest parking lot of a store. The lot is small, the deep cracks and potholes in the concrete strewn about. And paint lines are faded and barely recognizable due to the years of neglect and subjection to the elements.
After all, they were in the slums. Why would the government spend their precious money on something so impractical?
Even the thought makes her stomach flip with disgust.
She sees her vehicle tucked away in the corner where she left it. Her car is nothing special nor overly fancy, despite the large numbers of her paycheck. It's a simple 4 door prius, colored a sleek black that hides well in the ill-lit lot.
She climbs in and closes the door with a sure click before locking it. Which then finally gives her the chance to breathe. Yosano hated going to areas such as these. They were very unsafe, especially at night, especially if you were a woman. It was very much common place to be stalked, subjected to crude comments and gestures, and even assaulted.
Now, Yosano was very much capable of holding her own. Her ability makes it so she doesn’t have to lift a finger in order to put some scums ass in the grass. But that doesn’t make it any better.
She’s still being subjected to the assault. Still being forced to hear these vile comments, deal with the threats of being followed, deal with the outright inconvenience of becoming a victim because a man can’t communicate like a fucking adult.
It still left her feeling disgusting. Like an untouchable film has latched onto her soul, unable to be scrubbed away.
A constant reminder that she is a mere object in the eyes of society due to the parts between her legs.
Well, unfortunately that's how things are, no matter how many vile men she clears out, she can’t change the ways of society on her own. Luckily, due to her position and high rank in the mafia, she is now very rarely exposed to such treatment. People respect her, or even fear her. They usually don’t want to mess with the bitch who can sever their jugular with just the flick of her eyes.
Yosano can’t help but smile, even with the staining weight of her ability, at least it kept her a safe distance from the hands of others.
Yosano hears a buzz come from the glovebox. She opens it and pulls out her phone, scrolling though to see a multitude of missed notifications. Most from the same person.
11:21 pm
Ozaki: Hey love. Tonight wrapped up more smoothly then I thought
Ozaki: How about you come over. I miss seeing you
Yosano bites her lip, butterflies flourishing in her stomach. It has been a long while since she’s last seen Kouyou. They both work in different factions of the mafia, Kouyou being an executive herself, so visits are regrettably scarce.
12:15 pm
Yosano: Don’t need to tell me twice
Yosano: When and where?
12:16 pm
Ozaki: My place
Ozaki: asap
Yosano wastes no time throwing her car in drive, haphazardly peeling her way out of the parking lot. A tingle shivers its way up her spine, Yosano bites her lip, trying to hide an excited grin.
Now, the nature of their relationship is simple, yet complicated. Due to the nature of their jobs and positions, the two can’t come out hand in hand without a heavy beat of retaliation. So, they keep the nature of their relations under the radar, meeting up and spending time when they can. It's not the most ideal arrangement, but its the most practical. And they make it work.
Kouyou is in charge of the interrogation and investigation faction of the mafia. She leads a major interrogation unit skilled in torture, Yosano learned a lot of her tricks from her. But not only does Kouyou run a major faction in the mafia, she also runs a few brothels as well.
Prostitution itself is criminalized in Japan. So Kouyou’s establishments are a booming business for the desperate ones in the know. Its provides a decent chunk in the mafia’s revenue, and wracks up a delicious list of individuals who now owe a debt.
Kouyou has her residence in the most popular brothel, the Hanamachi. The establishment houses Kouyou’s most promising courtesans and has a constant flow of customers day and night. Yosano has frequented the establishment a few times herself when visiting Kouyou, and it's quite nice. She can understand why it's so popular.
Yosano pulls to a stop at the Hanamachi, taking a quick stretch when she steps out of the car.
The building itself was renovated from an old brothel back in the early 1900s. The wooden, multistory building was painted in vivid colors of red. Red lanterns hang from the banisters, the windows reveal a light glow from the inside, allowing it to seem warm and homey from the view under the night sky.
Yosano makes her way up the wooden steps and slides the door open, a blast of warm air caressing her face as she walks through. The inside is lively, an abundance of different groups and couples seated at low set tables along the floor. The courtesan’s outfits vary, probably based on the taste of their customers. Some wear traditional kimonos, some wear more business casual attire, while others wear skimpy tops and revealing bottoms, revealing the soft curve of their hips and accentuating the push of the breasts on their chest.
“Yosano-sama”, A sweet voice rings from the side. Yosano turns her head to see a young girl, probably in her old teens, by a wooden stand. She’s dressed in a white kimono decorated in cherry blossoms, her dark hair is pinned up with a simple hair pin and she gives Yosano a warm smile with a proper bow in greeting, “How great to see you. Are you here to see Kouyou-buchou?”
Before Yosano could respond, an ethereal voice said, “Yes, indeed.”
Yosano turns and is caught in the blinding cherry gaze of Kouyou Ozaki. She has smooth pale skin, with her lips painted a light pink, and sharp monolid eyes accentuated by red eyeliner that points at the corners. Her scarlet hair is pinned up in a traditional bun being held up by three golden kanzashis. She wears a black and pink kimono trimmed with spider lilies with a maroon bow tied at her waist, along with a mantle that fades from a light to dark shade of pink that reaches to the length of her feet.
In other words, Kouyou was sexy as hell.
“Kouyou-buchou!” The girl squeaks, bending herself in a deep 90 degrees at the waist, “An honor it is to greet you.”
Kouyou chuckles, “No worries Suzuki-san. I assume everything is in order.”
Suzuki stays deep in her bow, but nods with deep urgency.
Kouyou nods in understanding before turning that searing gaze back to Yosano
“Kouyou-san”, Yosano says formally with a bow, “I apologize for the wait.”
Kouyou returns the gesture with the most impeccable posture, “No need for apologies Yosano-san. This way, we can discuss in a more private setting.”
Kouyou starts to make her way through the brothel, ushering Yosano to follow.
They make their way around the various groups of courtesans and customers. Laughs, chatter, and flirtatious remarks flooding her surroundings as a singular buzz in her ears.
They make their way through a sliding door and down a long hall of room with more sliding doors every few feet. Neither of them said a word as they walked, the tension between them so thick that it made Yosano shiver in anticipation.
After a climb up a flight of stairs and a short walk down another hall, Kouyou stops them in front of a wooden door. Kouyou unlocks it and gives Yosano a reassuring gesture to enter.
As soon as Yosano walks through the door, it's slammed back shut with a forceful shove of her body against it. Kouyou latches her lips to Yosano’s, a forceful tongue caressing the inside of Yosano's mouth, sending a hot shiver down her spine. There's a bit of a height difference, so Yosano’s neck is craned up to meet the hungry heat of Kouyou’s mouth, but she doesn’t seem to mind as Kouyou nips at her lips and trails hot fingers down her body.
They hold each other close, the pressure on her body makes the fire in Yosano’s lower stomach creep to between her legs. Yosano sighs into the kiss, unconsciously grinding against Kouyou’s body. She runs a hand to the back of Kouyou’s head, gripping the base of her red hair with a hard tug. This is soon rewarded with a moan vibrating through Yosano’s mouth, she greedily drinks it through the wet slide of their tongues and spit slicked lips.
“Fuck I missed you”, Kouyou whispered with a growl, before reattaching that sinful mouth to the base of Yosano’s neck, the harsh sting of teeth and the soothing swirl of her tongue making Yosano’s toes curl. Yosano moans, clinging to Kouyou’s body with a dependent urgency, feeling something hot and wet drip between her legs, “Kouyou… fuck…”.
As if sensing Yosano’s distress, Koyou pops the bottom of Yosano’s pants before shoving a hand down the front, nimble fingers rubbing her achy clit. Yosano leans her head on the back of the door, the teeth digging into her lip doing little to suppress the moans hitching in her throat. Kouyou uses her free hand to grab the front of Yosano’s face, pulling her into another wet kiss. Yosano tries to kiss back, but finds herself gasping opened mouth with whines and cries as Kouyou nips at her lips.
“Kouyou”, Yosano whines. Yosano’s body starts to shake, the bones in her knees becoming weaker than jello. The grind on her clit sends shocks of heats through her gut, she can feel herself pulsing, the slow rise of an orgasm threatening to crash down.
“N-Not yet”, Yosano manages to gasp between breaths. She was terribly close, but the thought of getting off from just Kouyou’s fingers against her door wasn’t enough.
“Hmmm”, Kouyou hums teasingly, slowing her movement to a slow circular motion, plateauing the heat to a simmer, “What is it you want Yosano dear”, She places a soft kiss on the side of her mouth before biting the lobe of her ear, “All you need to do is just ask.”
Kouyou’s hot breath against the shell of Yosano’s ear sends another heating throb between her legs.
“Take me to bed Kouyou, please”, She whispers, “I need more.”
Kouyou removes her hand from Yosano’s pants, which leaves a cold draft where her hand used to sit. Before she could whine in protest, Kouyou steps away from the door, pulling Yosano with her. She stares at Yosano with blown eyes and a soft smirk, “Then lets go love.”
They kiss making their way through Kouyou’s house, stripping their clothes as they go. By the time they make it to Kouyou’s room, they are left in only their undergarments. Kouyou all but throws Yosano on the futon, the bubbles of excitement and nerves flipping in her gut.
Kouyou crawls over the top of Yosano and pauses, just staring at Yosano with flickering, cherry red eyes. Yosano can feel the heat of her stares crawl across her face and torso.
Kouyou was absolutely breathtaking. Her usual pale skin, flushed at the cheeks and down her shoulders, her scarlet hair spilling down her shoulders and around her face. Yosano reaches up and tucks a piece behind Kouyou’s ears. Without looking away, Kouyou grabs Yosano’s hand, placing a delicate kiss on the meat of her palm.
“Fuck, I love you”, Yosano mutters, before reaching around to Kouyou’s back, forcing her body to be flush with hers.
Kouyou hums a laugh against Yosano’s lips, holding her close. They kiss slow and deep, taking their time instead of in a desperate ravish. Yosano wraps her legs around Kouyou’s waist, running a foot up and down her calf. Kouyou breaks their kiss with a little chuckle, their lips still brushing together.
“‘Kiko, that tickles”, Kouyou says thickly.
Yosano hums, “But I love it when you laugh”, Yosano unclips Kouyou’s bra, “It turns me on.”
Kouyou pulls herself up a bit, leaning more over Yosano, “Oh really?”
Yosano hums before flipping their positions, straddling Kouyou’s waist.
Yosano grabs Kouyou’s loose bra and throws it to the side, before taking off her own.
“Someones excited”, Kouyou says with a smirk, before her breath hitches as Yosano lips a stripe up Kouyou’s neck.
“You taste so good”, Yosano says against her neck, “How can I resist.”
“Don’t”, Kouyou orders, making Yosano’s pussy throb.
Yosano hastily peels off Kouyou’s underwear, Kouyou returning the gesture with impatient hands. Yosano settles herself between Kouyou’s legs, licking up the inside of her thigh. Kouyou whines, her thighs starting to tremble. Yosano slowly, kissing and licking her way up Kouyou, purposefully avoiding the dripping prize between her legs.
Kouyou then tugs Yosano's hair, staring at her with a heaving chest and a flushed face, “Akiko, stop teasing.”
Yosano gives her a smug smile, glad she was able to take Kouyou apart like this. Kouyou stared at Yosano with blown pupils, a dark flush on her face riding down the expanse of her shoulders and breasts. It made Yosano’s mouth water.
Yosano wasted no time dropping her mouth between Kouyou’s legs, licking and prodding with her touche, sucking on Kouyou’s clit with a vengeance. Kouyou above her writhes and wines, a harsh grip in Yosano’s hair with trembling thighs around Yosano’s face. Kouyou pulses around Yosano’s touches, making the spot between her legs grow slick.
Yosano pulls away, kissing her way up and drags a hot tongue across Kouyou’s stomach, making her arch her back off the futon.
“Fuck Akiko...”
“My, my Ozaki”, Yosano runs a hand over Kouyou’s pussy, making Kouyou shiver, “You’re so wet. Can’t believe you were left like this for so long.”
Yosano brings her hand back dripping with clear liquid, she licks her fingers clean as she watches Kouyou, making Kouyou drop her head back with a stifled moan.
“And what are you going to do about it”, Kouyou challenges, lazily lifting her gaze to meet Yosano’s.
Yosano only chuckles, moving herself so she's straddling one of Kouyou’s legs, bringing the other up to drape over her shoulder. Yosano grinds herself against Kouyou, the heat in her gut searing down between her legs.
“I’m… aaah… ha- thinking this’ll suffice”, Yosano says through a moan, leaning back while digging her fingers into Kouyou’s leg.
One of Kouyou’s hands fists the sheets while the other grips Yosano’s thigh, Yosano can feel Kouyou’s trembling fingers dig into her skin, “D- ha - don’t stop”, She almost begs, the sharp tone still clinging to her voice.
Yosano keeps a fluid motion between them, rubbing their clits together with a deep grind, Kouyou meeting her with the desperate rock of her own hips. Kouyou’s leg quivers on Yosano’s shoulder, Yosano only grips it harder as she feels her own legs shake below her. Her pussy throbs, she can feel Kouyou’s pulse around her as well. She can feel Kouyou squirting under her, the liquid mixing with her own, sliding down their sweaty, grinding bodies. That wet heat and the friction between their throbbing clits makes Yosano whine shamelessly, digging her face into the side of Kouyou’s leg.
“M- more”, Kouyou’s breath shakes, she has her head thrown back with a heaving chest, “Please Akiko, I-I’m clos- ha .”
Yosano deepens the arch in her back, quickening the pace, widening her legs a bit to allow a deeper grind. This change makes a cry break from Kouyou, her back arches from the futons as a low moan breaks from her chest. Kouyou’s pussy pulses as a rush of liquid comes squirting out of her.
This pushes Yosano over the edge, a broken moan escaping her as her own orgasm takes hold. Yosano vision goes white, clinging to Kouyou’s leg as her body trembles. All the energy seems to escape with her release, replaced with a hot pleasure that rakes over her skin.
After a while, Yosano finally starts to come back down. She lets go of Kouyou’s leg and almost falls on top of Kouyou with the aftershocks crawling up her spine.
“C’mere love”, Kouyou drags Yosano down into a lazy kiss, still seeming blissed out herself. Yosano lays herself on top of Kouyou, resting her head under Kouyou’s chin, their harsh breaths eventually evening out to something calm and laxed.
Kouyou runs her fingers down Yosano’s hair, making Yosano hum, enjoying the soothing trace of Kouyou’s fingers.
Yosano chuckles, making Kouyou raise a brow, “Now what's so funny?”
Yosano lifts her head, leaning on cross arms over Kouyou’s chest, “That you’re so bossy”, Yosano smiles, “No worries, it's cute.”
“Oh? Cute you say?”
“Oh indeed”, Yosano says with a chuckle, which Kouyou returns with a peck on Yosano’s cheek.
“I didn’t get a chance to ask how today went?” Kouyou says, playing with the ends of Yosano’s hair.
Yosano rolls her eyes, “Was that before or after you started mauling me barely beyond your threshold?”
Kouyou raises a criticizing brow at her, “Would you rather I not?”
“I didn’t say that ”, Yosano rolls herself off Kouyou, landing at her side with a soft thump.
Kouyou turns herself to her side, a head in her hand as she looks down at Yosano with soft eyes, tracing a finger up and down her abdomen, “Did something happen?”
Yosano couldn’t help but laugh. The events of tonight were way too absurd.
“The guy I had to take out, you know the one that stole the bottles of ability supplements”, Yosano waited for Kouyou to nod before continuing, “He was the most moronic sleazebag. I swear Ozaki, his place was horrifying. Trash, mold, flies, and what I’m 99% sure was literal feces in the carpet.”
Kouyou grins at her, “You’ve definitely been in worse, no?”
Yosano nods her head in an iffy fashion, “Yes, but it's usually in a more expansive area. All of his filth was confined in a tiny apartment”, Yosano waves her hands around as she retells these horrific events, “And that's not even the worst part.”
Kouyou’s eyes glitter with amusement, “Oh, it gets worse?”
Yosano momentarily hesitates before saying, “When I found him, the perv was masturbating to some porno at full blast . God I can’t unsee it, his dick was so gross .”
Kouyou laughs, the sound making Yosano’s chest tingle, “Why are you laughing? I’m obviously having a crisis.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry”, Kouyou says with no remorse, “You were so brave.”
Yosano scoffs, rolling back into Kouyou, who takes her in with warm arms.
They stay like that, embraced in each other's arms, until they doze into a comfortable slumber.
Yosano’s head is pounding, it's a harsh pulse that makes her ears ring. Her eyes feel swollen, her nose stuffy, making it hard to breathe. Something thick is bound tight against her wrists and ankles, the hard wood of the chair digging uncomfortably into her skin. Yosano lifts her head, the world in front of her shifting and tilting with the colors pulsing with oversaturation. It was disorienting, it made Yosano want to throw up, causing the bitter taste of bile to crawl up her throat.
“Kill it”, She hears a voice echo. She doesn’t know where it came from, it feels like her ears are stuffed full of cotton. A harsh tug of her hair makes her cry out in pain, grounding her spinning vision, “Listen you brat, and kill it.”
The harsh grip releases, the outer edges of Yosano’s vision is blurred as she looks around, confused on what she's looking for.
Kill what…
Then her eyes settle on the doubled image of a white rabbit. It sits snugly in a metal cage, its pink nose twitching with beady red eyes scanning the room.
No, she didn’t want to kill the rabbit. Why, why did she have to!
She hears an angry huff before a loud crank fills the room.
Yosano’s body seized, her head thrown back and her appendage twitching with an uncontrollable shake. A hot, painful current rips through her, seeming to melt all the nerves and muscles in her body. The spasming of her limbs makes it worse, making the heat crackle and pop with a pain equivalent to the stab of a hot knife. A broken scream rips through her, burning her throat and making her lungs ache. God! It burns! It hurts! Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!
When the pain finally halts, Yosano curls onto herself, the painful aftershocks still ripping though spasming muscles that cry in pain with every twitch. Tears and snot run down her face, gasping, wet coughs tumbling out of an open mouth. A stream of vomit flows between gasps for breaths, making Yosano dizzy from the lack of air. The vomit stings her throat, leaving a bitter taste on her tongue. It lies in a yellow puddle on the ground, the humid stench stinging Yosano’s snot filled nose. Her vision continues to pulse and waver, a broken cry coming from her raw throat.
“Listen here you little shit”, The guttural voice says again, following a firm smack to the back of her head, “I’m stuck here on overtime until you kill that fucking rabbit. So you better do something with those freaky powers of yours or I’ll crank the shock to a 6.”
More? No, no she can’t handle more. Please, no more. Make it stop! MAKE IT FUCKING STOP!
With tear bleary eyes, Yosano flicks her gaze to the rabbit. Its small form sits comfortably on the table, watching Yosano’s misery play out from the safety of its cage.
Im- Im sorry!
But Yosano can’t claim to have felt much regret when she bursts the rabbit's head with a confetti of blood and brain matter with a heart wrenching scream.
“REMEMBER”, A voice echoes, mixing with the pitiful screams and wailing cries.
Yosano shoots up like a rocket, deep, whiny gasps shaking her chest. Her skin is slick with a cold sweat, strands of her hair sticking to her forehead. A shaky hand reaches to pull the strands away, instead deciding to have it rest with a firm press to her damp forehead.
What the- what the actual fuck!?
A hand rests itself on Yosano’s shoulder, making her turn around with the momentary stutter of her heart.
“Yosano, love?” Kouyou asks, lifting her hand back in a surrendering gesture.
Yosano untenses, remembering where she was.
She was with Kouyou. She was at the brothel. She was asleep. It was just a dream.
Yosano is safe.
Yosano leans forward and rests her throbbing head on Kouyou’s shoulder, taking a deep breath of the cherry scent on her skin.
“Bad dream”, Is all Yosano says, not lifting her head.
Kouyou tightens her grip around Yosano’s shoulders, planting a kiss on the top of her head, “Let's lay back down, love. Let you get some sleep.”
Yosano doesn’t protest as Kouyou settles them back on the futon, being wrapped in Kouyou’s embrace with gentle fingers raking through her hair.
Kouyou starts to hum a lovely tune, Yosano can feel the vibrations of her voice with her head on Kouyou’s chest. It's soothing, it calms Yosano’s heart to a normal beat, her breathes evening out to something slow and steady.
She feels sleep start to wrap its inviting finger over her mind, pulling her deeper, Kouyou’s hums fading.
But a single thought rings in her mind, the sharpening fear piercing her gut before she finally succumbs to sleep.
Yosano can’t dream.
She’s never been able to dream.