She slipped out of Seiji Fujiwara's embrace without a word and crossed to the living room sofa, lowering herself into a perfect seiza.
Shizuka Hiratsuka watched it happen, and despair swallowed her whole.
Her "ally" had betrayed her. Just like that.
"Haruno! You traitor!" she scread.
Haruno kept her head bowed. She didn't look up. She didn't answer.
"Well then, Shizuka." Seiji smiled. "It's just the two of us now."
He ignored every curse, every thrash, every snarl she threw at him. One arm hooked beneath her knees, the other around her back, and he hoisted her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing, that full, mature body of hers draped across him.
Then he started up the stairs toward the master bedroom.
"Put down! You animal! You piece of shit!"
"Soone help! Is anyone there?!"
Shizuka's fists rained against his back, blow after blow, but the force behind them barely registered. Mosquito bites.
Bang.
The heavy bedroom door flew open under his kick, then slamd shut behind them.
Every scream, every plea for help, sealed on the other side.
...
The living room fell silent.
Haruno knelt alone on the cold floor.
She could hear it. From upstairs, Shizuka's furious resistance, muffled by the ceiling but unmistakable.
Thud.
Sothing heavy toppled over. A chair, maybe.
Then ca Shizuka's shriek, sharper than before, layered over Seiji's low, pleased laughter.
Haruno sighed.
With Shizuka's temper, that unyielding, death-before-dishonor stubbornness, this "lesson" would drag on for at least an hour. She'd already steeled herself to sit here and listen to her forr teacher being broken, minute by agonizing minute.
Reality proved her wrong.
The resistance lasted less than ten minutes.
What began as vicious cursing and wild thrashing dissolved into ragged, shapeless whimpers.
"Stop... please stop..." The words ca out thin, begging.
Then even the whimpering shifted, reshaping into sothing Haruno recognized all too well. That helpless, drowning sound, thick with arousal and surrender.
And one last cry, raw and broken, that didn't sound like her at all.
Then silence.
The whole thing had been impossibly fast.
Haruno knelt frozen, unable to process it.
How?
Shock was written across her face.
Shizuka had been... conquered? Already?
Her pulse hamred. A cold dread crept through her chest.
Creak.
The bedroom door opened.
Seiji stepped out, looking refreshed, like a man who'd just co back from a jog.
In his arms lay a woman, completely naked.
Shizuka Hiratsuka.
Gone was the raging lioness from minutes ago. She hung limp in his arms, eyes shut, cheeks flushed a deep crimson. No strength left in any part of her.
That image, wrecked and obscene and strangely beautiful, made Haruno's heart skip.
Seiji carried Shizuka down the stairs and laid her on the sofa in front of Haruno.
Haruno stared at the woman who'd been screaming defiance at her monts ago, now splayed across the cushions like a puppet with its strings cut. Sothing seismic shifted inside her.
She had a sinking feeling she knew what ca next.
"Now it's your turn, Haruno."
Seiji's voice was soft, almost casual. It sent ice down her spine.
She raised her eyes to him, this man bearing down on her step by step like a demon king descended from his throne.
Her body and soul had already surrendered to him. She knew that. But here, in front of her own teacher...
The sha of what was about to happen hit her like a wall.
"Master..."
Her voice trembled, pleading.
"Can we... not here..."
"I won't... I won't be as pathetic as sensei..."
"At least... I..."
The words tumbled out, half-ford and desperate.
Seiji didn't give her room to negotiate.
"Oh?" He smiled, unconcerned. "Then let's see how many more minutes you last than your teacher."
He didn't use force. Didn't need to.
He leaned down and kissed her, deep and slow.
...
"No... don't..."
Haruno's body went soft almost instantly.
Her resistance crumbled faster than she'd imagined possible. It was nothing. Less than nothing.
Under Seiji's hands, her body stopped listening to her. She was wet, shaking, responding to every touch whether she wanted to or not.
She followed Shizuka's path in short order.
Seiji settled between the two won.
He reached out, pinching each of their cheeks lightly, coaxing their scattered minds back toward the surface.
Their eyes drifted open. One pair glazed with submission and longing. The other hollow with shock and despair.
"Haruno," he said.
"Master...?"
"Wake your teacher up."
Silence.
Haruno's body went rigid.
She looked up at Seiji, disbelieving, then glanced at Shizuka lying limp beside her.
She'd thought she was prepared for any degrading command he could give.
This one shattered that assumption.
He wanted her to... with her own teacher...
Shizuka caught the aning at the sa instant. Sothing sparked in those empty eyes, a flash of pure horror.
"No... please no..." She shook her head frantically.
But there was no rcy in Seiji's gaze. Only absolute authority.
"That's an order."
A flicker of resistance crossed Haruno's eyes, then died. Drowned beneath obedience that had sunk into her marrow long ago.
She closed her eyes, turned, and crawled toward the trembling Shizuka.
...
...
The night deepened.
Inside the master bedroom, only moonlight remained, pooling through the window alongside the mingled breathing of two exhausted won.
On the enormous round bed, the once-proud ice queen and the once-fierce teacher lay curled on either side of Seiji Fujiwara like docile cats, lost to sleep.
Haruno wore a faint smile, the satisfied look of a little devil whose sche had paid off. One hand gripped Seiji's arm, clinging tight, as if afraid he might vanish.
Shizuka had drawn herself into a ball, a wounded animal. Even in sleep her brow stayed knotted, trapped in so dream full of humiliation and fury.
But her body had drifted closer to Seiji. Unconsciously, involuntarily, toward the source of both her suffering and her pleasure.
This was exactly what Seiji wanted.
He'd bound Shizuka Hiratsuka and Haruno Yukinoshita together. Their relationship had been reforged, teacher and student twisted into sothing unspeakable, sothing intimate beyond repair. They could never look at each other the sa way again. Every glance would dredge up tonight. That shared Secret, that shared humiliation, an invisible shackle chaining their fates together.
Seiji gazed at the moonlight beyond the window. The satisfaction on his face slowly gave way to anticipation.
"The older sister's already mine..."
He murmured to himself.
"Ti for the younger one. Using the sister to get to her... now that should be entertaining. I wonder what kind of face Yukino will make when she finds out her beloved onee-san belongs to ."
Another face surfaced in his mind. Seven-tenths similar to Haruno's, but cooler, more refined.
"Yukino Yukinoshita..."
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