Days passed.
Yuta never left his room. Not once. He barely ate. He barely drank. He just sat there in the dark, staring at the wall, the scenes from Hina's house burning behind his eyes like acid. The orgy. The way her own mother and Hina had moaned and begged and been covered in cum like two filthy cumdumps. The way his own cock had felt inside both of them. The guilt, the shame, the twisted love that still made his cock twitch when he remembered her moans — it all twisted together into one constant nightmare. He stopped sleeping. He stopped being human. He was just a broken shell of the polite, well-mannered boy who used to avoid everyone.
One night, in the middle of the dark, he finally snapped.
