WARNING: This is an R-18 bonus chapter depicting explicit sexual content involving coercion. This chapter can be skipped without affecting the main storyline.
That night.
In the luxury apartment in Minato Ward, with its rent of 480,000 yen a month.
Utaha stood frozen just inside the doorway, her fingers trembling against the strap of her bag. The door clicked shut behind her with a finality that made her stomach drop.
"Come in properly." Seiji's voice carried from the living room, casual and unhurried, like he was inviting a colleague over for drinks.
She forced her legs to move, each step feeling heavier than the last. The apartment was clean, organized... nothing like the den of depravity she'd imagined. Somehow that made it worse. The furnishings weren't complete yet, but it didn't matter.
He sat on the couch in a simple black shirt and slacks, phone in hand like he'd just gotten home from work.
"Put your bag down." He didn't look up from his phone.
She set it by the door, hands shaking.
A full minute passed in silence. Utaha stood there, unsure what to do, the quiet stretching unbearably. Finally, he set his phone aside and stood up.
He crossed the room in three strides, and suddenly he was right in front of her, close enough that she could smell his cologne. His hands went to the top button of her blouse.
She flinched. "Wait I can-"
"I want to do it myself." His fingers worked the first button free, then the second, his knuckles brushing against her skin. "I've been thinking about unwrapping you all week."
Her breath caught as he continued down, methodical but unhurried. When the blouse fell open, his hand immediately slid inside, palming her breast through the thin fabric of her bra. She gasped.
He squeezed, thumb brushing over her nipple until it hardened. His other hand pushed the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
He reached around her, unclasping her bra with practiced ease. As it fell away, he cupped both breasts, weighing them in his palms. His thumbs circled her nipples, making her squirm. He groaned low in his throat, kneading the soft flesh.
"Please... just stop..." she whispered, her voice cracking.
His hands moved to her skirt, unzipping it and pushing it down her hips along with her panties in one motion. She stood there trembling as he knelt in front of her, pulling the clothing off her feet one leg at a time. From his position, his face was level with her pussy, and she felt his breath ghost over her skin.
He ran his hands up her calves, over her thighs, gripping her ass and pulling her closer. His nose brushed against her mound and she flinched back.
He stood, hands still on her hips, holding her in place as his eyes roamed over her naked body. He turned her around himself, his hands possessive on her waist.
Her face burned as she felt him press against her back, his arousal obvious through his pants. His hands came around to cup her breasts again, this time from behind, kneading them roughly.
He pinched her nipples, making her gasp. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot on her skin.
"Get in the bed."
The bedroom was as impersonal as the rest of the apartment. Utaha's legs felt disconnected from her body as she lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She heard him moving, the rustle of clothing, and her heart rate spiked.
He appeared in the doorway in just his boxers, his arousal already visible, and she instinctively tried to close her legs.
His hand caught her knee before she could, warm and firm against her skin. She flinched but he didn't let go, slowly pushing her legs apart as he climbed onto the bed.
His eyes traveled over her exposed body, and she saw him swallow. His hand traced up her inner thigh, making her shiver. "Fuck, look at you..." he breathed. When she started to speak, to say something, anything, he leaned down and kissed her.
It wasn't gentle. His mouth claimed hers with a hunger that stole her breath, tongue pushing past her lips to taste her. When he finally pulled back, she was panting.
"I've been thinking about this all week," he murmured against her jaw.
His mouth found her collarbone, pressing kisses along the bone that made her skin flush despite herself. He moved to her shoulder, then down, each touch deliberate and unhurried.
When his lips closed around her nipple, Utaha's back arched involuntarily, a gasp escaping. His tongue circled the sensitive peak, teeth grazing just enough to make her squirm.
A whimper escaped her throat.
He groaned softly against her breast, the vibration making her squirm. His mouth moved to her other breast while his hand palmed the first, kneading the soft flesh. "You taste good," he muttered between kisses. "Better than I imagined."
His kisses trailed lower, over her stomach, and her muscles jumped beneath his lips. When he reached her hip bone, panic flared.
"No... wait, don't—"
He looked up at her, eyes dark with want. "I've been wanting to taste you here." His breath ghosted over her inner thigh.
The first touch of his tongue made her entire body jolt. He groaned at the taste of her, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh. His tongue found her clit and circled it with deliberate strokes, and her hips bucked despite herself.
"S-stop... please... ngh..." Her protests dissolved into breathy gasps as he worked her over.
"You're already so wet," he muttered against her, his breath hot. "Your body knows what it wants."
One of his fingers slid inside her and her hands flew to his hair. Was she trying to push him away or hold him there? She couldn't tell anymore.
His finger curled inside her, finding that spot, and she couldn't hold back the moan that tore from her throat.
"I hate you..." she gasped, even as her hips rolled against his mouth. "I... hate..."
"I know." His thumb pressed against her clit as his tongue thrust deeper into her. "But you're going to come for me anyway. I can feel how close you are."
The orgasm crashed over her. Her back arched off the bed, crying out as pleasure ripped through her body, her walls clenching around his finger.
When it finally subsided, she lay there panting, shame crashing over her. She'd just come from the touch of the man blackmailing her.
He wiped his mouth, lips glistening, and moved over her. The hard length of him pressed against her thigh, hot and insistent. "I can't wait anymore," he breathed, positioning himself at her entrance. "I need to be inside you."
"Please... just stop, please..." The tears finally broke free, her voice a choked whisper. "I can't... please..."
"You can." He pushed forward slowly, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him. "Fuck... you feel incredible."
She felt herself stretching around him, a burning pressure. She sobbed, not entirely from pain, but from the violation of it, the loss of something she could never get back.
He bottomed out and paused, his breathing ragged. "Fuck... so tight..." he groaned, his hips pressing flush against hers. He gave her a moment to adjust, then started to move with slow, deliberate thrusts.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples as he fucked her. He leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth and sucking hard.
Utaha turned her face into the pillow, squeezing her eyes shut. Each thrust sent sparks through her oversensitized body. She bit down on the fabric to keep from making sounds.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
His pace quickened, the wet sounds of their coupling obscene. He kneaded her breasts roughly, pinching her nipples between his fingers while his hips kept up their relentless rhythm.
But her body betrayed her. Despite everything, her hips started meeting his thrusts, her walls clenching around him as pleasure built again.
"That's it," he breathed, watching her face. His hand slid between their bodies, fingers finding her swollen clit. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
"Ngh... stop..." But she was pushing into his touch, her body chasing the sensation.
"You're close again. I can feel you tightening around me." His fingers rubbed firm circles. "Come for me, Utaha. Show me how good I make you feel."
"Ahhh... I can't... I—" But she was already there, tipping over the edge as a second orgasm tore through her, her body clenching hard around him.
"Fuck—" He groaned above her, the sensation of her walls squeezing him pushing him over. His rhythm became erratic, desperate. "I'm going to fill you up..."
He grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against him as he slammed deep one final time. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as he buried his face in her neck, shuddering as he came. She felt the warmth spilling into her, pulse after pulse, his cock twitching inside her with each spurt.
For a long moment, neither moved, both catching their breath. Then he slowly pulled out, watching with satisfaction as his release leaked from her.
She thought it was over. She started to move, to get up, but his hand pressed down on her shoulder, pushing her back onto the bed.
"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was still thick with arousal. "We're not done yet."
"No... wait... I can't—"
But he was already positioning himself between her legs again, his cock still hard. He pushed into her again, and she let out a choked sob at the intrusion, her body oversensitive and aching.
This time he wasn't gentle, wasn't patient. He fucked her hard and fast, the bed creaking beneath them with each brutal thrust.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he used her. He leaned down, his mouth finding her breast, biting and sucking at her nipple while his other hand mauled the other breast.
Utaha could do nothing but take it, her body limp and exhausted. She turned her face away, tears streaming down her temples as he grunted above her. His hand came up to grip her jaw, forcing her to face him as he pounded into her.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
When he came again, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her tight against him as he buried himself deep. He didn't pull out immediately, staying buried inside her, breathing hard against her shoulder before finally withdrawing.
"Turn over. On your stomach."
"Please... no more... I can't..." she sobbed.
"I said turn over."
With shaking limbs, she obeyed, too broken to resist. He pulled her hips up, positioning her on her hands and knees. She felt him press against her entrance again and let out a broken whimper.
"Last one," he muttered, pushing into her from behind. "You're taking me so well now."
He set a punishing pace, one hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back. The other gripped her hip hard enough to bruise.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the room, obscene and degrading. He reached around, groping her breast and pinching her nipple as he fucked her from behind.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
Utaha's arms gave out and she collapsed onto the mattress, her ass still raised as he continued to pound into her. His hand pressed down on the small of her back, keeping her in position while the other squeezed her ass. She couldn't even cry anymore, just lay there taking it, completely spent.
"Fuck... gonna fill you up again..." His rhythm became erratic as he chased his third release. He leaned over her back, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her up against him as he slammed deep one final time. His other hand slid down, pressing over her pussy from the front, sealing her entrance as he came. He held her there, pressed tight against his chest, groaning as he emptied himself into her.
When he finally pulled out, she collapsed completely onto the bed, unable to move. She felt his cum leaking out of her, trickling down her thighs.
He got off the bed, and she heard him moving around. After a moment, he tossed something onto the bed beside her—a towel.
"Bathroom's through there," he said casually, already pulling on his boxers.
She lay there for a long moment, gathering what little strength she had left. When she finally managed to sit up, her whole body screamed in protest. Her legs trembled violently as she stood, and she had to catch herself against the wall.
She stumbled toward the bathroom, each step agony.
This wasn't a one-time thing. This was her life now.
She closed the bathroom door and slid down it, pressing her hands over her mouth to muffle the sobs. Through the door, she could hear him moving around the apartment like nothing had happened.
Just another evening for him.
For her, everything had changed.
[End of R-18 Bonus Chapter]
Note: This might not be the best, but I tried. I'll try integrating directly into chapters instead of 0.5 chapters in future, if possible. Otherwise, just tell me what you think.