Content Warning:
This chapter contains graphic depictions of violence, abuse, psychological torment, and self-inflicted pain. The content is deeply disturbing and intended for mature readers only. Please read at your own discretion.
Aoi's lips curled into a seductive smirk as she breathed hotly against Kenzo's skin, "Mhm, you're test driven, sweetheart. Driven to fuck me senseless, aren't you?"Her fingers trailed down his chest, teasing his nipples. Kenzo groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping open again.
"Am I any type of food that I have a test?" he asked impatiently, trying to ignore the way Aoi's touch was setting his nerves on fire. Aoi chuckled darkly, her nails scraping lightly against his abdomen.
"Maybe you're just too distracted by my touch, lover boy," she purred, shifting her body to press against his side. Their naked flesh slid together deliciously, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of them. Kenzo hissed through his teeth, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
"Stop this fucking touching,"
Aoi's eyes flashed with mischief as she traced lazy circles on Kenzo's thigh, her touch featherlight and maddening. "You can bury that massive cock of yours inside me, stretching me to my limits," she breathed, her voice a seductive purr. "Yet a simple caress from my fingertips annoys you? How... delicate of you."
She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Perhaps you're not as tough as you pretend to be, Kenzo. Maybe deep down, you're just a big, sensitive baby." Her hand slid higher, her nails dragging lightly against his inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin there.
Kenzo's breath hitched, his body tensing at Aoi's teasing touch. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he grabbed her wrist, halting her progress. "Watch it, Aoi," he warned, his voice a gravelly whisper. "You're playing with fire."
His eyes darkened with a mixture of annoyance and desire, his grip on her wrist tightening. "I'm not delicate, and I'm certainly not a baby,"he bit out, his face inches from hers. "But if you keep pushing my buttons, I might just have to remind you exactly what this 'massive cock' of mine can do."
Despite his harsh words, there was a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, a sign that he wasn't entirely unaffected by Aoi's provocative teasing.
Kenzo's eyes narrowed, his annoyance turning into frustration. "Yuzuha's better than you,"he said coldly, his words intended to hurt. Aoi's face twisted in jealousy, her fingers digging into Kenzo's leg.
"Kenzo, don't you dare compare me to that slut,"Aoi hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "I'm the one who's been by your side, supporting you. Yuzuha's just a fucking distraction." Kenzo scoffed, pulling his leg away from Aoi's grasp.
"You think you're so special, don't you?" Kenzo sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. "Newsflash, sweetheart: you're just another notch on my bedpost. Nothing more, nothing less." Aoi's eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them away, refusing to let Kenzo see her cry.
"Fuck you, Kenzo,"
"Jealous, huh?" he taunted, standing up and stretching languidly. "Listen, Yuzuha has a better body than you. Every curve, every detail drives me crazy. And she's so innocent, so naive. It's easy to take advantage of her," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. Aoi's lips curled into a cruel smile.
"She deserves it,"she agreed, her eyes raking over Kenzo's naked form. "Look at you, still lying there like a mess. Go, freshen up," she commanded, tossing his clothes at him.
Kenzo sat up, rubbing his eyes. His voice was low, almost lazy. "Hey... can you fix a date with her?"
Aoi glanced at him, her expression unreadable. "With Yuzuha?"
Kenzo nodded. "Yeah. After I take a shower, I'll come."Without waiting for a response, he disappeared into the washroom, the sound of running water following soon after.
Aoi sighed, staring at the phone in her hand. With a slow, deliberate motion, she rang Yuzuha.
"Hello?" Yuzuha's voice came through.
"Yuzuha, are you free today?" Aoi's tone was light, too light.
"Yeah, I'm free. Do you want to hang out?"Yuzuha asked, cheerful as ever.
Aoi's lips curled into a slight smile. "No. But today, you'll be going on a date... with Kenzo."
There was a pause. Then, Yuzuha's voice carried a note of surprise. "Kenzo? Really?"
"Yeah."
"But why didn't he ask me himself?" Yuzuha's tone shifted slightly, suspicion creeping in.
Aoi's smile faltered for a second. She turned her gaze to the washroom door, where the faint outline of steam curled under it. Then, her voice softened, calm and persuasive.
"He tried. He called me this morning. But his phone died, so he couldn't reach you."
Another pause. Then Yuzuha gave in. "Oh. Alright. Where should I meet him?"
"Emika Café. He'll come."
"Okay! I'll be there. Bye, I have to get ready!" Yuzuha's cheerful tone returned as she hung up.
Aoi stared at her phone screen, the smile vanishing from her lips. Slowly, methodically, she switched to another contact—the one saved under "Drug Dealer."
The line rang once. Then, a low voice answered.
"Hello?"
Aoi's fingers tapped idly against the table as she whispered, her tone eerily smooth. "Today, Yuzuha will go on a date with Kenzo. Right now, he's in Kyoto's Red Light District, X4 Motel, third floor. After approximately 30 minutes, he will leave for Emika Café."
The voice on the other end was cold, slightly robotic. "Understood. Our car will reach you within 30 minutes after Kenzo leaves the motel. Then, we will serve you two pieces of the product, as per information exchanged."
Aoi chuckled. "I like efficient men. Can I reward you with a kiss when you arrive?"
The line went dead. She smirked, muttering to herself, "They're really dry, aren't they? Don't they melt for women?"
Somewhere else, more than thirty individuals sat before glowing computer screens, their fingers moving rapidly over keyboards. Lines of data scrolled endlessly, vanishing as new ones took their place. Each of them wore a navy-blue coat, their faces hidden behind sleek black masks. A badge adorned the right side of their chests, an identification code gleaming: BXN016, BXN017, and so on.
The room was silent, save for the tapping of keys and the occasional flicker of a screen.
Then, the door creaked open.
A tall, dark figure entered. As he stepped closer, the blue glow from the monitors illuminated his face. He was none other than Dametri Raizaki, known in the underworld as "DARK Shadow."
Few had ever seen his face. Fewer still had lived to tell the tale.
Even Japan's highest-ranking officials, ministers, and law enforcement spoke his name in hushed tones. He was the unseen force behind many of their decisions—the architect of deals, both legal and illegal. To the public, they were saviors. Behind the curtain, they were mere pawns.
One of his subordinates, dressed in black from head to toe, stepped forward. "Boss, will you be going to the company tomorrow?"
"Yes," Dametri replied, his voice cold. He wore his signature outfit—a long flowing coat, black gloves, and a black mask. Three silver chains gleamed from his coat, an emblem of his absolute authority.
"So, you'll wear your CEO persona again?"another subordinate, SII, asked.
"Yes. That identity is a cover. The world sees a charming CEO. But it's all a facade."
They nodded in understanding. Dametri's eyes darkened. "I have to go to Kyoto's Red Light District. X4 Motel. Get the Mercedes ready. We leave now."
His subordinates moved instantly. As he strode forward, the air grew heavy with an unspoken dread.
At the Kyoto Red Light District…
Dametri walked through the neon-lit streets, indifferent to the chaos around him. Drunken men stumbled, couples flaunted their questionable relationships, and laughter mixed with the stench of cheap liquor.
Three women suddenly grabbed his arm. "Hey, sexy man, where are you going?" one purred.
He turned his gaze to them. Young, no older than 22, their eyes gleamed with seduction.
"Wanna have some fun?"another whispered. "We'll give you a night you'll never forget."
Dametri remained silent.
"X4," one of them giggled. "Let's go to X4."
He raised an eyebrow. Interesting. That was his destination anyway.
"Why aren't you answering?"the third pouted. "Don't you find us attractive?"
Dametri's lips curled into a slow, eerie smile. "Of course, you're beautiful. Let's go."
Excited, they clung to him, leading him up to the motel room. Once inside, they started undressing, their bodies twisting with practiced allure. Lips bitten, gazes laced with promises of pleasure.
Any other man would have fallen.
But Dametri? He simply watched.
His empty eyes locked onto them, unblinking, unreadable.
"Come on…" one of them cooed. "Why are you just standing there?"
He chuckled darkly.
Then, he reached up, pulling off his mask.
A faint scar marred his sharp features. The moment his lips curled into a smirk, the girls paled. Trembled.
The air in the room shifted—thick with a quiet, creeping terror.
"If you scream," he said softly, "no one will hear you. The door is already locked from the outside."
One of them whimpered. "W-Why?"
His expression turned to disgust. "Because you're a disease. Distractions. How many men have lost themselves to girls like you? How many have fallen? Love should be eternal. If you want someone…" his voice dipped, eyes glinting like a predator's, "make them yours. By force, if necessary."
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled out a long, gleaming knife.
"Now,"he whispered, stepping closer, "shall we begin?"