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She'd seen him around the neighborhood before. Despite being good looking, he seemed like he was troubled. Or maybe just trouble.

She noticed him come into the convenience store shortly after her. He was wearing a white t-shirt, black skinny jeans, with heavy black boots that came midway up his calf. When he reached for something on the shelf she saw a tattoo peek out from under his sleeve.

Oh my god. He looked too young to have a tattoo. What kind of person must he be to have a tattoo at his age? He must hang out with a rough crowd. Another reason to avoid him.

He looked over at her and caught her staring. She quickly turned her head away, but not before she got a glimpse of all the piercings in his ears. He had long black hair, almost shoulder length. She had seen it down most of the time, but today he had it partially tied back in a way that had his ear piercings on full display. She even saw the one he had on his lower lip.

She walked briskly to the cashier to buy her things and left the store. She hurried around to the side of the building to wait for him to leave and go on his way. She'd come out once he was gone.

But not a minute later she saw him come around the building towards her. He looked right at her and scowled.

She didn't know what to do and froze. She looked down, maybe it was just a coincidence that he came around this way.

But he stopped in front of her and took something out of his pocket. It was a folding knife. Without opening it, he shoved it under her chin and she flinched.

He forced her head up with it and she got a look at his very unhappy expression.

"You were staring me down in there, it was pissing me off. What the fuck is your problem, bitch?"

"I- I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything by it. It was rude of me, I'm sorry."

"Shut the fuck up. You've put me in a bad mood." He used his free hand to grab her wrist in a bruising grip. "And now you're gonna help me blow off some steam."

"What? No! Please, I'm sorry, just let me go."

He pressed the unopened knife under her chin and brought his face right up to hers. His eyes were open wide and looked wild. He didn’t look like someone who could be reasoned with.

"I said shut the fuck up." He hissed. "We're gonna walk outta here to my place. And if you scream or try to run, I swear I'll fucking slit your throat. You hear me?"

She nodded slowly, just once. She didn't even know if she had the courage to try and run. He was terrifying.

"Good. C'mon, babe."

He slung his arm around her waist, slipping his hand and the knife under her shirt so that it was unseen as he held it against her skin. A flick of his thumb on the knife and he could stab her, so she did what he asked.

They didn't walk far, up to an apartment building. As they climbed the stairs she thought to herself that things would only get worse once he got her into his apartment. She knew what lay ahead for her behind his door.

Would it do any good to fight? Or would that anger him more? And if she couldn't get away, who knows what he'd do if he flew into a rage?

Was her best option just to do whatever he wanted and hope to god he'd let her go after that?

They stopped at a door. He unlocked it and shoved her inside first. She stumbled and fell to the floor.

He locked the door and looked down at her. He closed his eyes and groaned, as if he were displeased with something. With his eyes still closed he took a deep breath.

"It's fine!" She blurted out as she stood up.

He opened his eyes and shook his head. He stomped over to her and grabbed her upper arm, squeezing it as he pushed her forward into a bedroom and threw her on the bed.

"Take your clothes off, you bitch."

He removed his own shirt and when he saw that she was just frozen, staring at him, he snapped at her.

"You stupid!? You need me to do it for you!?"

He took the knife from his pocket and flicked it open. He climbed onto the bed and hovered over her.

"Hold still!" He commanded as he grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulling it taught then slicing it. He threw the open knife across the room and took her torn shirt in both his hands. He pulled it apart, ripping it wide open.

"No! My shir-!"

He slapped her across the face. "You have bigger problems than your shirt!"

He opened up his pants. She could see his hard-on pressing against his underwear, the tip of dick leaving a wet spot.

He flipped up her skirt and yanked off her underwear. He spread her legs open and lay on his stomach with his face between her legs. He wrapped his arms under her thighs, locking her legs in his arms.

He nudged his nose against her wet slit and licked from her hole up to her clit, where he stayed and began sucking.

She whimpered and sobbed just a little. He kept going at her, stimulating her harshly until he ripped an orgasm out of her.

He felt her body tense and her thighs trembled in his arms.

He lifted his head and laughed.

"I didn't know you were such a skank. Who cums from getting forced like this? What a freak."

She covered her face, not wanting to look at his cruel, amused expression.

He took his cock from his underwear and sank it into her pussy.

"Fuck, you're wet as shit. What the fuck is wrong with you? You some sort of pervert?"

She kept her hands on her face, so he grabbed her wrists, pulling them away and pinning them to the bed. He began thrusting into her roughly, making her yelp and moan.

"Just another fucking bitch, huh? Taking my cock like you love it.” He licked the side of her face. “Only a slut moans the way you do."

He didn't last very long and pulled out of her so he could stroke himself to finishing on her chest.

He immediately got up from the bed and left the room. After a couple minutes of lying there, catching her breath, maybe this could be her chance to bolt for the door…

……

"Miyamura?" Hori called out. She grabbed the box of tissues near his bed and wiped the cum from her chest.

Her heart was still racing from the whole experience. Oh my god. That was so. Fucking. Hot. If he could have lasted longer she probably would have cum again from getting fucked.

But he did really well to follow through for as long as he did.

She got up from the bed and found him sitting on the floor in the living room. He didn't acknowledge her, just sat with his shoulders slouched and head down.

"Miyamura, you did really well. That was so fun, I loved it."

"... that's good."

"Are you really that bummed out? Did you hate it that much?"

"..."

He had mumbled something but she didn't hear it.

"What?"

He finally looked up at her, his face flushed and a look of guilt on his face.

"I'm still hard."

"Oh. Well that's okay, we can do it again."

"That's not the point! What kind of scum bag gets off on raping a girl!?"

"You don't get off on raping people, we were just pretending. You get off from sleeping with me."

She got down onto her knees and wrapped her arms around him.

"You're not a bad person."

"I think I am. I really… enjoyed doing that to you."

He groaned and hugged her back.

"I don't want to hurt you, Hori! I love you so much! Oh god, and when you fell by the door, are you okay? I almost stopped right there. I should have. I’m such an asshole."

"No! It was fine. It was my fault I tripped. I’m glad you didn’t stop. You were so good at staying in character.”

Hori was the one who felt like an asshole. She knew Miyamura wasn't comfortable with that sort of play. But everytime she talked him into it, he was so convincing as a bad guy. It only fueled her desire to bring it out of him more. And she was probably the bad person for doing that to him.

"I'm sorry. I feel bad now. How can I make you feel better?"

He sniffled on her shoulder and said in a sulky tone.

"I want to cuddle. And have a lot more sex."

She laughed. "Yeah, we can do it again, that's fine!"

Miyamura grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away so he could look her in the eyes.

"No, Kyouko. I said a lot."

He pushed her gently onto the floor and laid on top of her. He brushed his fingers into her hair and tangled them into it, tugging at it firmly.

"Not "again". I want it over and over."

She looked up at him. His eyes almost seemed to be staring right through her. His breathing was heavy and she felt his erection pressing against her groin. He looked like an animal that wanted to eat her alive.

Maybe he really did get off on that kind of rough play? She doubted he would admit to it, if he even realized it at all.

She felt a tingling in her stomach and her heart fluttered. She looked into his eyes, wanting to give him everything he was craving from her.

She smiled softly, almost too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. "Yeah. Okay, Izumi."