"That's the first smart thing you've said," he grunted.
He hooked his fingers into the thin sides of the bikini and ripped it clean off her hips with a brutal snap.
The damp fabric was tossed aside, no longer useful.
Now she was completely bare, her curvy body glistening under the green room's dim light.
Kuzu pushed two fingers into her mouth.
"Suck," he commanded in a flat tone.
She obeyed, her tongue working nervously around the length of his fingers.
Kuzu's hand reached to her damp crotch, his thumb rubbing a rough circle over her sensitive core.
She shuddered, a weak moan around his fingers.
He pulled his wet fingers from her mouth and guided himself, the broad head of his cock nudging against her entrance.
With his wet fingers now slicking the way, he shoved forward, sinking into her tight clutching cunt.
She let out a muffled moan of pleasure and wrapped her legs round his waist, taking the rest of him in.
"Fuu~ You're gonna split me apart, Kuzu-sama," she gasped, her voice cracking with unrestrained delight.
"You asked for this magnificent idol, so be grateful of my patient with you here."
Then he moved with a slow, utterly devastating rhythm. He withdrew almost completely leaving just the tip, before driving back in with a deep thrust that made her gasp.
He set a quick pace, aimed to drag against every sensitive part of her. Lewd squelching sounds filled the air as he slapped against her flesh with each thrust.
Her moans escalated into pleading cries.
"There- ah!~ right there, please!"
Her fingers pressed against his back desperately.
Then he felt it.
Her inner muscles fluttered wildly, then clenched into a fierce pulsing grip round his cock.
"Already?" he taunted, his own breathing growing ragged.
He shifted his angle, grinding deeper in the next thrust, and that was the finishing blow.
Her body bowed off the sofa, a sharp wail escaping her throat as her climax hit like an electric train.
A throaty cry escaped her as a hot rush soaked his lower abdomen and thighs. The gal's entire body convulsed under his as she shuddered through the waves of pleasure.
Kuzu kept moving through it, fucking her through her orgasm until her cries dissolved to ragged whimpers while his release was still building.
And when it came, warm sputtering ropes of white filing her insides to the brim, Kuzu shook violently.
A different kind of shaking that brought him and his world spinning to his knees.
Before his eyes rolled back to a drowning darkness, the last thing Kuzu saw was a spent gal trying to catch her breath beside him.
"Goodnight, Kuzu-sama. Sex was nice was nice while it lasted. Too bad I'll never have this chance ever again."
Then the void swallowed him whole.
The darkness wasn't peaceful.
Distant sounds blurred. Panicked shouts, the shriek of tyres.
Kuzu was engulfed in blinding emergency lights throbbing red and white. He felt a rough pair of hands lifting him.
His consciousness returned in slices.
First, the clean and sharp smell cutting through a fresh memory of sweat and sex.
Then, the light. Harsh, white and bright.
Finally, the feeling.
A deep, radiating ache in his bones. His skin felt too tight, too hot, and yet he was shivering like a homeless man during winter.
Kuzu was in a hospital bed. Tubes twisted from his arm. Machines beeped a steady rhythm.
A figure in a white coat stood at the end of his bed, holding a chart. The doctor's face was dark.
"Mr. Okuda. You're finally awake."
Kuzu tried to speak. His tongue was dry. He managed a rasp. "Wha…?"
"You were brought in from the venue. Bad seizures. You weren't moving or responding."
The doctor's eyes lifted from the chart. "We've run every test. The results are… unusual."
Kuzu's heart began to hammer against his ribs. The monitor beeped faster.
"You have been infected with a virus we've never seen before. It's not attacking your body in a normal way." The doctor paused.
"It's changing your cells by breaking them down and rebuilding them into something else. The process is catastrophic."
A cold shiver seeped into Kuzu's gut.
"Nobody told me the midnight gal was an infected rat! She must have been sent by a worthless scumbag hater who envied me!"
He croaked in sheer desperation, "You can't leave it at this, doc. Just fix me! I'll cough up any amount you ask for."
The doctor shook his head slowly. "Forgive me, but there is no price or fix. The changes are irreversible. We've tried to help you, but we can only slow it down. Your body is failing."
He leaned forward slightly. "You have less than an hour before your body shuts down. We can only offer you rest at this point."
The words hung in the tense air.
Less than an hour.
The doctor's next words were the softest.
"I am sorry, Mr. Okuda. You should use this time wisely and say whatever you need to sa," he glanced at the machines.
"The scans suggest that at the end, your brain may create vivid dreams. A final, forced dream. Some of the staff have taken to calling it 'a visit to heaven.' It will be the last thing you feel."
At the blatant hopeless statement, Kuzu straightened up in his bed and grabbed the doctor by his collar.
"Just how damn sure are you that hell isn't waiting for me on the other side?!"
The doctor apologized one last time then turned and left, the door closing shut behind him.
Alone. Kuzu Okuda was alone. The beeping monitor was the only sound, a countdown in pulses. The ache in his cells was rising, growing stronger with each passing breath.
He stared at the white foreign ceiling.
He was going to die. And his last moment would be a lie his brain made up.
A choked sound escaped him.
"I'm a god...death can't take me like this! Right? This is all a stupid joke...right?"
The monitor beeped on, counting down the seconds he had left.
This only got under his skin even more.
"Oh just pipe the hell down, will ya!"
Before he knew it, his fury had taken over his senses. The tubes were ripped away in pieces, and the monitor screens shattered upon impact on the tiled floor.
"Screw fate! I'm dying on my own terms!"
His room alarm went off almost immediately.
And when the alert nurses burst through the door heaving in panic, they were too late.
Kuzu had sank in the comfy pillow, eyes wide and sparkless.
The white covers were now painted a haunting red that spoke of no return.