Narcissus Yagami's POV
Compared to my male body, which could feel empathy, which could understand why Kei Karuizawa acted the way she did, my female body was different.
Arisu took Kei's cowardice as betrayal. As ungratefulness. As a personal insult that could not go unpunished.
She relished Kei's expression when I took her from behind.
I fucked Arisu like an animal, hard and relentless, my hips slamming against her soft ass with a force that echoed through the private hot spring in wet, heavy smacks. Her tight pussy gripped my cock greedily with every deep thrust, the sound of our joining filthy and loud.
Her moans filled the air, raw and shameless, bouncing off the stone walls.
And Kei watched.
She watched from below, pinned beneath Arisu's smaller body, her eyes wide with a mix of fascination and pure horror.
Her beloved goddess, the woman she admired, the woman she had worshipped, the woman she had trusted, was being treated like a bitch in heat.
Fucked and ravaged with animalistic mating, her petite frame rocking hard from the force of every thrust.
Arisu pressed her lips against Kei's mouth.
The kiss was possessive and aggressive.
Arisu claimed Kei's mouth the same way I claimed her body, without hesitation, without mercy. Her tongue invaded deep, her teeth grazed Kei's lower lip, her continuous moans vibrating against Kei's lips as I pounded into her from behind with wet, relentless force.
Kei lay passive beneath her. Not resisting. Not participating. Just enduring. Letting Arisu ravage her mouth while I ravaged Arisu's cunt, the taste of the earlier mixed fluids still lingering between them.
With one last hard thrust, I buried myself fully and then pulled out.
Thick semen overflowed from Arisu's pink, stretched folds in a heavy white stream, dripping down her soft thighs as she orgasmed powerfully, uncontrollably, her body shuddering and convulsing with release. Fresh cum continued to leak out of her in sticky trails.
She panted hard. Released the kiss. Looked down at Kei with a playful, satisfied smile, her lips still wet.
Kei looked away. Her face was flushed a deep red. Her eyes were confused and glassy.
Arisu cupped Kei's soft breast fully in her palm and giggled.
"Fufufu... It seems this was your limit, Kei-chan."
Her fingers traced slow, deliberate circles around Kei's nipple, pinching lightly. Kei shivered but didn't pull away, her body still trapped beneath Arisu.
"Honestly," Arisu continued, her voice light and teasing, "I wanted you to be fucked by him. To see whether you meant your words of apology. You know..."
She paused, her smile sharpening as her fingers continued to play with the stiffening peak.
"I hate fake people. I hate deception. Lies. Betrayals. I hate disloyalty."
Her fingers stilled, still resting possessively on Kei's breast.
"Will you betray us, Kei-chan? Are you really sincere in your words?"
Her face was serious now. The playful mask had dropped completely. What remained was something colder and sharper. Something that had been hurt before and had learned exactly how to hurt back.
Kei's expression flickered with confusion. She didn't understand why Arisu was so defensive about Narcissus. She didn't understand why her cowardice had been taken as betrayal. She didn't understand any of this.
But she nodded anyway. Firmly. Her still-naked body trembled slightly under Arisu's gaze.
"I will not betray my words, Arisu-chan. And I am sincere in my apology."
She paused. Looked away. Her voice dropped to something almost ashamed.
"But sex... Shouldn't sex be for your loved one?"
Arisu's smile didn't waver.
She stroked Kei's soft blonde hair, slow, loving, the touch of a woman who had already decided what she was going to do. Her fingers slid through the damp strands with deliberate tenderness that somehow felt more dangerous than any harshness.
"It's okay, Kei-chan. It's okay you think that way."
Kei's expression shifted to clear relief. Just for a moment. Just long enough for her to believe that Arisu understood and that everything might still be fine.
Then Arisu took her hand away.
Kei's relief crumbled instantly into confusion. She didn't understand what she had done wrong. She didn't understand why Arisu was leaving. Her lips parted as if to speak, but no words came.
Arisu stood. Walked away from the hot spring without looking back. Wrapped her bare, petite body in a white towel, the fabric clinging to her still-damp, cum-marked skin. Took my hand. I was already dressed, already waiting, already knowing exactly what was coming.
"Goodbye, Kei-chan."
Her voice was soft. Almost gentle. Which made it worse.
"I hope your wicked heart will be purified. I hope you open your eyes wide and see how treacherous you are as a person."
She turned toward the exit, the towel hanging loosely around her small frame.
"I will never see you again until you properly apologize to Narcissus-kun. Not with words. With action."
And then she walked away, her bare feet silent on the stone.
I followed without a word.
Kei Karuizawa was left alone, completely naked, confused, and abandoned in the private hot spring that had been meant as a reward.
The steam still rose around her, the water still bubbled softly, and the only evidence of what had just happened was the faint white trails of semen still drying on the stone where Arisu had been fucked.
"Fufufu... Do you think I was too cruel to her, my other self?"
Arisu's voice was playful, light, utterly without remorse.
Her soft shoulder pressed against mine, the thin towel wrapped around her petite body doing absolutely nothing to hide the curve of her breasts, the stiff peaks of her pink nipples pushing against the fabric, or the lingering warmth of her skin still damp from the spring.
I shrugged.
"You are me, and I am you. No matter what decision we make, we make them ourselves. Why would we regret anything?"
Her eyes gleamed with dark satisfaction.
That was the right answer.
The only answer she would accept.
I grabbed her by the waist and pinned her hard against the wall.
The stone was cold against her bare back, but she didn't flinch. She just gasped, her breath catching in her throat, her body arching into mine as I pressed her there.
Her towel fell to the ground in a soft heap.
She was naked now.
Completely.
Her pale skin gleamed in the dim light of the hot spring, water droplets still clinging to her slender shoulders, her collarbone, and the soft swell of her breasts.
Her pink nipples were stiff and hard, standing out sharply, begging for attention.
My erection throbbed heavily.
I unzipped my trousers and freed it, thick, heavily veined, already leaking clear pre-cum from the tip.
I pressed the swollen head against her wet, pink folds, feeling the intense heat of her, the slickness of her earlier release still coating her, the way her body was already opening eagerly for me.
She gasped sharply.
"Hah... So massive, Narcissus-kun..."
Her voice was breathy and wanton.
"If that bitch had just accepted her place... how great it would have been..."
"Maybe."
I thrust into her.
One deep, merciless motion that buried every thick inch inside her tight cunt until my hips slammed flush against hers.
Her back slammed against the cold stone wall, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist, her arms clutching my shoulders hard.
She cried out, not in pain, but in pure satisfaction.
In victory.
"But I like fucking you more." Narcissus chuckled, already pulling back and driving into her again with a heavy, wet thrust that made her small breasts bounce.
She moaned.
Deliberately loud. Her voice echoed through the private hot spring, bouncing off the stone walls, carrying clearly through the steam so that anyone still nearby could hear exactly what was being done to her.
"Ahh, Yagami-kun! You're so sweet as always... That bitch didn't deserve you. She didn't deserve us..."
I gripped her tighter, my fingers digging hard into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her down onto my thick cock with every powerful upward thrust. The wet slap of my hips against her ass was loud and filthy.
Her cunt tightened around me, squeezing, milking, trying to draw me even deeper with every flutter of her inner walls.
"Neither did anyone else," I growled against her neck.
She laughed, a breathless, broken sound, and clutched my back, her nails raking down my skin and leaving long red lines that would still be there tomorrow.
"They didn't," she agreed. "They never did. It's always been us. Only us. Always."
I fucked her harder.
The wall shook with the force of each thrust.
The water in the hot spring rippled outward from the impact of our bodies.
Her moans grew louder, more desperate, more performative.
She wanted Kei to hear. She wanted Kei to know exactly what was happening. She wanted Kei to suffer while her goddess was being claimed so thoroughly.
"I'm going to cum, Arisu-chan."
"Cum inside me, Narcissus-kun."
Her voice was a command. A demand. A declaration of ownership.
"Let that bitch hear it."
I didn't hesitate.
I buried myself to the hilt and came hard. Hot. Thick. Endless.
My seed flooded her womb in heavy pulses, painting her insides white, claiming her in the most primal way possible until it overflowed and began leaking out around my shaft. She screamed, a raw, ecstatic sound, and her body convulsed violently around me, her eyes rolling white, her legs tightening hard around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders deep enough to draw blood.
"Narcissus-kun..."
"Arisu-chan..."
We stared at each other, both still panting.
Her face was flushed deep red. Her lilac hair was a tangled mess. Her lips were swollen from kissing and moaning. And her eyes, those sharp, calculating eyes, were soft now. Vulnerable. His.
I kissed her.
Possessive. Aggressive. Devouring. She kissed me back with equal ferocity, her tongue sliding wetly against mine, her hands fisting in my hair and pulling me closer, deeper, more, while my cock still twitched inside her cum-filled pussy.
We weren't done.
We were just getting started.
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