“That… Aina, slow down a bit, you… you’re hurting my hand.”
Kaoru Hoshitani staggered behind her, a sharp pain radiating from his wrist making him frown delicately, his voice tinged with grievance and a hint of pleading.
The evening breeze tousled the strands of hair falling across his forehead, while the streetlights cast his forcibly dragged figure into shifting shadows, making him look helpless and pitiful.
Yet, Aina Saiten, walking ahead, seemed completely oblivious to his plea, making no change at all.
Like this, in near silence filled only with pulling and struggling, the two returned home in a painfully discordant manner.
With a loud bang, Aina slammed the apartment door open with her shoulder and then shut it heavily behind her.
As she locked the door, she finally released the iron-like grip on Kaoru’s wrist.
Kaoru immediately withdrew his hand, wincing in pain. Looking down, he saw a shocking red mark circling his once smooth and jade-like wrist, waves of burning pain pulsing through.
“Aina, what’s going on?”
At this moment, Kaoru realized something must have happened for Aina to behave this way.
Suppressing the pain in his wrist and the growing unease in his heart, he lifted his misty eyes and spoke as gently and cautiously as he could, testing the waters:
“If something bad really did happen, tell me. We can face it together, okay…”
Before Kaoru could finish his sentence, Aina, having double-locked the door, lunged at him.
Her eyes blazed with a fierce fire Kaoru had never seen before—a mixture of pain, anger, fear, and a fierce possessiveness.
The overwhelming force slammed Kaoru’s slender body hard against the cold, hard foyer wall; his back hitting it with a dull thud that made him groan softly in pain.
Before he could react, Aina’s head had already buried into the graceful swan-like curve of his pale, slender neck, biting down with her teeth, leaving behind a wet, stinging sensation.
“Wai… wait… Aina, not here… you’re being too rough…”
Kaoru had never been treated so harshly. Seeing that no matter what he said, Aina continued tearing at his clothes, a surge of deep grievance and helplessness welled up inside him.
He ceased all resistance, like a puppet with its strings cut, leaning against the cold wall and allowing her to act, but the light in his beautiful eyes dimmed little by little, filled with confusion and hurt.
It wasn’t entirely fair to blame Aina for losing her mind like this. After all, any woman who saw a video of the man she loved being violated by another woman wouldn’t stay rational.
At this moment, Aina was driven by a primal panic; she wanted nothing more than to swallow Kaoru whole, to fuse their flesh and blood.
Only by doing this did she seem to gain a fleeting sense of security, a certainty that he wouldn’t be taken from her, a way to overwrite those images flashing relentlessly through her mind.
She tossed the clothes, still warm with Kaoru’s body heat and faintly scented with Soap Scent, haphazardly onto the cold foyer floor, her movements frantic and disorderly.
Then, her gaze sharpened like a searchlight, urgently locking onto Kaoru’s trembling, pure, slender thighs, especially the most delicate and sensitive skin on the inner side.
It was still smooth as jade—except for the fine texture of the skin and tiny bumps caused by sudden exposure to the air, there was no extra color or pattern.
No glaring Japanese tattoo, like the one in the video, mocking and hateful.
This discovery was like a splash of ice water—not enough to douse the raging fire in her heart but enough to loosen the taut, nearly snapping nerve just a little.
A trembling, fragile breath escaped from deep within her throat.
This was undoubtedly a slender straw she could clutch in the boundless darkness and chaos.
Perhaps in the depths of her near-breaking heart, this brief “proof” meant that her Akane’s body was still “clean” and had not yet been marked by that hateful woman.
But Aina still couldn’t be certain whether her boyfriend had lost his virginity.
She didn’t know what to do.
Was she supposed to directly ask her precious Akane, “Have you been with another woman?”
Just imagining those hurtful words coming from her own mouth made Aina’s heart feel like it was being hammered repeatedly with a blunt object, painfully suffocating.
She couldn’t do it. She feared the possible answer, and more so feared that once spoken, some things could never be undone.
For now, she could only rely on instinct, using an almost primal method, desperately trying to affirm her ownership of the man before her, to erase any scent of another woman that might cling to him.
“Akane, you’re mine, you’re mine… I really love you, love you so much…”
Aina kissed Kaoru’s skin greedily, from his neck to his collarbone, as soft and smooth as cooked egg white.
Her voice was muffled and unclear, repeatedly whispering words of love.
Her kisses were rough, even biting, leaving faint red marks.
She wanted to quickly establish a connection of soul and flesh with Kaoru—as if only through this most primal possession could she prove she still fully owned him.
This anxiety made her lose her usual patience, skipping all gentle communication and wanting only immediate closeness to prove her feelings.
So much so that she didn’t notice how Kaoru’s body tensed instantly, his usually tender eyes suddenly wide from the unexpected urgency, then tightly closed again.
His delicate brows furrowed in discomfort, his lower lip bitten gently by his teeth to suppress a hesitant, soft sigh.
Not skilled in subtle expressions, and now overwhelmed by panic, Aina’s movements became even more frantic and disorganized.
Her actions were hurried and clumsy, her mind racing to confirm her place in Kaoru’s heart, completely oblivious to his discomfort.
Setting aside whether Kaoru could even feel warmth at this moment, Aina herself, in this frantic state, felt her heart grow uneasy and her limbs weaken in less than three minutes, struggling just to maintain her closeness.
“Akane, you… you think being this close is good too, right? Let’s get even closer…”
She gasped, her voice urgent and unsteady, trying to cover her awkwardness with words, wanting to pull Kaoru into the intimacy she craved.
But it was all Aina’s one-sided wish.
When she suddenly went limp and collapsed onto the cold floor, gasping heavily, Kaoru sat silently, saying nothing…