Fans thronged onto the street sidewalks, cheering and screaming their voices hoarse.
The source of their feral hormones?
One breath taking man.
Kuzu.
In japanese it translated directly to trash, something worthless.
Contradictory wasn't it?
The grand limousine came to a wrecking halt at the street junction, and guards raced to the side of the vehicle to open the door for the idol.
He unfolded himself from the car's dark interior and the moon itself seemed to shift, highlighting only him.
Blonde ravishing hair that shone under the moonlight.
A sharp defined jaw that sliced hearts upon sight.
A mesmerizing pair of icy blue eyes that stunned the crowd behind transparent shades.
He adjusted the cuff of his silky blue robes, that should have clashed with his hair, but made him look like a piece of the night sky had torn itself just for him.
A collective sigh, sharp as a knife, swept through the crowd.
Then, he gave them what they wanted. The corner of his mouth lifted.It wasn't a smile, just the idea of one. The sign to a thousand filthy, wonderful possibilities.
The dam broke.
"KUZU SAMA!"
Girls shoved each other against the barricades, their hands desperately clawing the air to capture his unspoken charm.
Handwritten signs bobbed in the restless sea: MARRY ME, MY BODY IS YOUR TEMPLE!
His eyes slid over them as if he was about to pick his next meal for dinner.
The brunette with the desperate eyes wore a black crop top that hid little to imagination. She bit her lip raw and screamed with a breaking voice.
"Please pick me! I've learned every sex position for you so give me a chance!"
She was shoved aside by a vision in cherry-red. A woman with auburn waves who wore a crimson corset that squeezed her waist and pushed her curves out, spilling over the top.
"Oh please, Kuzu wants a woman with the right curves like me, not some pitiful shrimp stick!"
A frosty proud laugh cut through.
To their right stood an imposing blonde whose hair cascaded over one shoulder.
A strapless tight dress clung greedily to her wide hips and squeezed her full breasts up.
She didn't shove, she simply existed. A figure of superior allure.
"Hmph, you truly are fresh toddlers. Aren't you aware that Kuzu admitted on a live interview that he takes special interest in motherly affection? I'm more worthy."
Pathetic and delicious, he thought.
A bouquet of roses flew from the crowd. He caught it without looking with predator reflexes. He brought to his nose and inhaled.
Then with a wink that targeted no one, tossed it back to the throng. The scramble that followed was a sight to behold.
Kuzu waved at his fans as he shuffled past them proudly in his blue flashy robes, a lecherous smirk playing on his face.
"One day I'll drown in all this unnecessary attention. Talking of attention, my hungry snake seems restless tonight. Can't wait for my special midnight appointment with the new gal!"
His manager, a hunched man named Tanaka, was already at his elbow, sweating through his suit.
"The venue is ready, Kuzu-sama.
The..uh...the midnight appointment is confirmed. She's waiting at the green room. Wore what you asked."
"Good," Kuzu purred, the lecherous smirk never leaving his face.
"Tell her I'm thirsty. And tell the driver of the limo to keep the engine running. I don't plan on staying long after the curtain call."
He gave one last lingering look to the crowd as though he were a king surveying his livestock, before vanishing into the dark mouth of the venue's back entrance.
The screams followed him like a fading echo of worship.
"What a bunch of push overs."
He didn't look back.
Why would he when everything he wanted came to his feet whether he cared or not?
Inside, the green room smelled of champagne and her perfume. The midnight gal stood by the sofa in a skimpy leopard print that strained to conceal her ample bossom.
"Kuzu-sama," she breathed, her eyes wide.
He closed the door, the lock clicking with a final sound.
"The performance is over," he said, slipping out of his expensive robes. "Now for the private sex show."
Outside, the crowd's chants grew into a rhythmic beat.
KU-ZU! KU-ZU!
They had no idea. Their god was already ticked.
"K-kuzu-sama, are you alright?" The midnight gal asked, noticing the disturbed expression he wore on his face.
And that was the final trigger.
He didn't wait. The leopard print tore with a sharp sound as he yanked it aside.
Her pale breasts shook with zeal out of their constraints, slapping against one another in lewd response.
Her rosy nipples stood shamelessly under the dim light, begging to be explored by a starving idol.
His hands were on her before she could take another breath. They cupped the full weight of her breasts, making them spill over his fingers.
His thumbs scraped over her nipples, pinching and rolling them until they were tight peaks aching for more.
He bent his head, his mouth closing over one nipple and his tongue lashed out eagerly, enveloping her in a moist and warm embrace.
"Unnh~ Feels so..good~"
Her hands wrapped tightly round his neck, a sign of great need for more pleasure.
A sharp nip jolted her senses, sending bolts of electricity rushing through her body. She cried out in a mixture of pain and shock, her back arching.
"Kuzu-sama-!"
"Shut up," he muttered against her skin, switching to the other breast and giving it the same rough wet treatment.
He kneaded her flesh with a greedy possession, leaving red marks wherever his fingers explored.
Her soft whimpers fuelled Kuzu even more. The way her nipples hardened further under his abuse was an invitation to be crueler.
"Please, don't leave my soaking kitten hanging," she breathed warmly in his ear and spread her legs wide.
A moist patch had spread on the narrow leopard print bikini, clutching dearly to her crotch.
If this didn't capture his attention, then nothing would.
The hunger in him finally focused into a single brutal need.
He leaned over her, his warm steady breath washing down her neck.
"Is this what you learned for me?" He sneered, his voice thick with utter mocking.
The gal's face flushed a deep shade of red, and her eyes averted in a shy gesture.
"P-please...Kuzu-sama," her breath hitched.
"Use me as needed."
For Kuzu, the scum idol, the wild night had just began.