CHAPTER 28
Daichi approached the two beauties sprawled on his marble floor. As he stood over them, his lips slowly stretched into a terrifying, predatory smile.
Kiyomi lay helpless, pinned by Miyu's weight, his heart hammering against the cold stone.
"Miyuko, move away from Sakura," Daichi said. His voice was calm, which only made the command feel heavier.
Miyu obeyed instantly. He stood up and stepped aside, releasing his grip. Kiyomi scrambled to his feet, but his muscles remained tense, and a dull ache throbbed in his chest.
Daichi didn't say another word. He just watched.
(I'm just one step away from the door...)
Kiyomi's fingers brushed the cold brass of the handle. He could turn it. He could run out into the night and never look back. But before he twisted it, he hesitated.
He looked back at Miyu. His friend was pale—his expression a sickening cocktail of disappointment and frantic excitement. Then he looked at Daichi, who appeared amused, like a lion watching his food decide which way to run.
(I can't leave Miyu behind.)
Kiyomi froze. The exit was right there, but the invisible chain of loyalty held him fast.
Sensing the doubt, Daichi stepped forward, placing a heavy hand on Kiyomi's shoulder. The weight of it felt like lead.
"Aren't you going to leave?"
"I... I want to..." Kiyomi stammered.
"Then leave." Daichi's voice was a dare.
Kiyomi's gaze flickered to his friend.
"What about Miyuko-chan?"
Daichi let out a mocking laugh that echoed through the high-ceilinged foyer.
"Well, Miyuko can leave," he said, turning his sharp eyes toward Miyu. "If he wants to."
Miyu swallowed hard, his throat working visibly. He shook his head, his voice coming out in a sweet, forced chirp.
"I want to stay with Daddy!"
"Well, Miyuko doesn't want to go," Daichi mocked, his hand tightening slightly on Kiyomi's shoulder. "What about you, Sakura-chan?"
Kiyomi's hand fell away from the door handle. He let out a shaky breath and turned around, meeting Daichi's gaze with a desperate, misplaced resolve.
"I will stay with Miyuko!"
Daichi laughed again, a dark, delighted sound, and clapped his hands once.
"Good girl!"
The two followed in silence as Daichi led them deeper into the mansion, up the grand staircase to the second floor. He stopped in front of a pair of massive double doors and pushed them open, revealing a bedroom that was as vast as it was cold.
Daichi dragged a heavy, ornate chair toward the king-sized bed and gestured for Kiyomi to sit.
As soon as Kiyomi took his seat, a strange, conflicting sensation washed over him. He wasn't just shocked; a dark, traitorous spark of excitement flickered in his chest as he watched Miyu already crawling onto the silk sheets. Not long after, Daichi climbed up over him, their silhouettes reflected in the massive vanity mirror at the far end of the room.
Kiyomi's legs grew tense. He pressed his knees together, his knuckles whitening as he watched his friend's small, trembling lips being devoured by their superior. Daichi didn't just press his mouth against Miyu's; he bit and sucked at the delicate skin as if he were unravelling a piece of candy.
The little chick between Kiyomi's legs began to twitch, a primal instinct sensing something dangerous—yet undeniably intoxicating.
Then, the violence began.
Daichi started tearing away the outfit Miyu had worn to project innocence and cuteness just hours ago on national television. Each rip revealed more pale skin, the fabric fluttering to the floor like discarded petals. It looked like a puppy being forcefully shaved, stripped of its protection.
Daichi stopped only when Miyu's chest was fully exposed. Without a word, he began licking the right cherry, his tongue rough and insistent, while his fingers twisted the left one with agonizing precision.
"Daddy~"
Miyu let out a soft, broken moan as his right cherry became wet, covered in sticky saliva, while his left one turned a deep, angry red.
Daichi's tongued traced down guiding his hands as he tore more fabrics. Removing the skirt and eventually the panties. Finally revealing Miyu's tiny chick.
Kiyomi quickly covered his face. Small gaps in his fingers let him saw what's happening.
The atmosphere in the room took on a surreal, mocking edge. Daichi giggled like a girl, the high-pitched sound clashing with his heavy frame as he continued to toy with Miyu's chick.
"So small..." Daichi whispered, his voice dripping with a cruel, playful condescension. "Just 7cm..."
Miyu's face was a mask of pure humiliation, his eyes squeezed shut as the measurement was announced to the room—and to Kiyomi, who was still anchored to the chair.
Each time Daichi flicked made Miyu gasp, his breath hitching in sharp, jagged sobs. His legs trembled violently at the sensation of the pain, the muscles jumping beneath his skin.
After Daichi was done with the flicking, he didn't offer a moment of relief. Instead, he gripped the chick with a sudden, bruising force. The blunt contact jolted Miyu's entire frame, sending a shock through his nervous system that made his muscles lock in a rigid, painful tension.
Miyu could only scramble to cover his mouth, his eyes wide and watering as he tried to swallow the scream building in his throat.
The chick was being pressed so hard it felt as though the entire thing might pop under the pressure of Daichi's callous, heavy palm. Even Miyu's own hand became wet, slicked with a mix of the melting treat and the sticky saliva that trailed down from the struggle.
Kiyomi watched from the chair, his own heart hammering against his ribs. He was frozen, caught between the urge to run and the pull of the bed.
Then Daichi released the tense grip on the chick, Allowing it to breathe once more.
"Funny little guy..." Daichi muttered, his voice dripping with a casual, cruel affection.
"Yes... daddy~" Miyu replied still drolling from the sensation.
Without being told, he then turned over, revealing his peaches to Daichi.
"Ohhh, the... fun... part..." Daichi said as he began undressing.
(Oh wow...)
Kiyomi flustered as he saw massive cock three times the size of his and Miyu's out. The massive cock twitched in excitement in front of Miyu's hole.
Miyu placed his hands onto his peaches then pulled it away, opening the hole. The inside muscles moved in excitement.
"Welcome home, daddy~"
But Daichi stopped. Instead, he turned to Kiyomi with an devilish grin.
"Sakura-chan, come here little puppy," he called with a heavy breathing.
"Y—yes..." Kiyomi answered.
"You know what to do right?"
Kiyomi swallowed. His hand slowly moved before he was even told to. When it reached the massive cock, He swallowed again.
(The veins are throbbing...)
His knees went weak just by touching it.
"Go on!" Daichi prompted.
Kiyomi spitted on it. He used his tongue to spread the saliva evenly across the surface evenly.
(This won't fit.)
Once it became glossy, he guided the cock carefully into Miyu's stretched hole. While Miyu screamed as the monster entered his small hole.
"it doesn't fit!" Miyu cried.
But Daichi paid no mind to it. He pushed his cock further as Kiyomi pulled his hand away.
"Daddy..." Miyu trembled. "I will break!"
Miyu began drenching in sweat as the cock fully entered his hole.
"Goal!" Daichi shouted.
He stopped for a moment. Letting Kiyomi witnessed the fate of his friend. His friend's bent position, submitting to his producer—to his master. Yet Kiyomi didn't feel pity—he felt aroused.
(Miyu is so... Cute!)
Kiyomi went in for Miyu's lonely lips.
Amused, Daichi began moving. It was slow yet precise.
"Miyuko-chan is tight by the way," He commented.
Kiyomi ignored his comments and pushed his tongue into Miyu's mouth. The soft flesh muffled their squeaky noise. Their saliva mixed into another. Some dripped into the white sheet.
"What a view," Daichi stated as he began spanking Miyu's peaches.
Miyu couldn't respond, the tongue twisting inside his mouth stopped him from speaking. The sharp smell of the saliva had begun mixing with the sweat. The light reflected his glistening wet pale skin.
"It's about time," Daichi said.
He pulled Miyu back then lifted him up in the air. His legs supported Miyu's body as he increased the speed of his penetration.
Miyu didn't even cover his face, he let Kiyomi saw his exposed body. How his hole took in his master's cock.
"Sakura-chan, look at the real me!" his face was red not in embarrassment but in happiness.
The way the cock moved drowned him in pleasure. Each penetration dug into the deepest end.
The wet noise filled the room with each thrust.
Eventually Miyu's little chick began throbbing alongside Daichi's cock.
"Are you feeling it, Miyuko?" Daichi said.
"Yes, yes, yes... daddy~"
Daichi's uncontained excitement accelerated. His thrust became harder. Each penetration into the hole felt like hammer.
Miyu's loud moaned sound like a music in contrast.
Then—
Miyu began urinating as Daichi's love juice spilled into Miyu's delicate hole. The amount of juiced poured in was too much, plenty of them spilled out. Both of them moaned loud at the same time as they climaxed.
As the two dropped, Kiyomi began crawling toward the two.
First he sniffed the still urinating chick. His tongue slowly out, extending into Miyu's chick. The yellow pee slowly got Kiyomi's mouth and he began drinking them.
Miyu could only moan as his chick got sucked by his friend.
Daichi, being an understanding gentleman released his cock and stood up immediately. He looked at the idols under his care and smiled.
"Enjoy your time my puppies," he said.
The two didn't answer they simply too focused on each other.
As Daichi left the room he declared.
"Welcome to the Inferno!"