Violencemeter (Naejunko)

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8:37 in the morning, Makoto woke up feeling someone hug him. He knew it was Junko, and faking a smile turned to his side.

 -Hi dear.- The biggest difference between the two was her smile, because she had it for what she was about to do to him.- Are you going to have breakfast?

 -I'd rather save the right for dinner.- She knew he didn't appreciate her in the least, and she didn't care. She was only going to take advantage of this to entertain herself.- Is something wrong?

 -Nothing nothing. I was curious to know if you had sex before.

 -N-no, I never had a partner.- He answered confused and somewhat embarrassed. 

 -Not even with a friend with rights or something?- He shook his head, while he tried to cover his face. -I want to check something.

 -What are you going to ...- Before he could finish, the mastermind was on top of him, with a morbid expression. It didn't take him long to figure out what was going on, and he tried to pull away. 

 -Be quiet.- Her voice was threatening enough for the brunette to obey in the first try. It was there that she began to lower her hands to his waist, circling her fingers at his sides. It didn't take long for her to get her hands under his clothes.

 The feeling was confusing. While his body did its best to continue being stimulated, he knew that this was wrong, and that he did not want to continue doing it.

 -Stop plea- mgh- he bit his lip trying to silence his gasps. She laughed and got into a position where he could see hers between his legs.

 -I don't see why stop, I can tell you're enjoying it. And you can't deny it.- She continued to touch him, not caring about his pleas.

 Before the green-eyed boy could give up and allow her to do with his body whatever she wanted, her attacker placed her fingers on his forehead.

 -I suppose you can use this pretty well, right? ~ -Forcing him to open his mouth, the female began to observe him.- God, I could easily prostitute you, what I would gain, no, I only want you only for myself , you should thank me.

 Taking advantage of the fact that only one hand was holding him now, he pushed the light blue-eyed girl and got up from the bed. He grabbed a towel and, followed by "I'm going to shower," he locked himself in the bathroom, avoiding the next confrontation.

 He stood for a few moments, doing nothing. He felt dirty, desecrated, but especially pathetic and stuck in his own guilt.

 Why didn't he get rid of her earlier?

 Why did his body react? 

 Why did he keep hearing those voices?

"Wait, that cry is real."

 He left there alarmed. He knew that voice was Kotoko's. And he also knew what had caused that, since they had had the confidence to tell him what they had been through, in part because of the mistake he made in they first meeting.

 When he arrived, he was grateful that they managed to calm her down, when things returned more to normal, the situation was clarified.

 Apparently, Junko "accidentally" caused the young actress to have a seizure. And the accidental was something that her hostage did not believe. Despite his suspicions, he remained silent on the subject, preferring not to make things worse. He preferred to wait for them to leave before asking anything. Luckily (or unfortunately) for him, he didn't even need to start a conversation about it.

 -That's what happens when you try to defy my orders, the next time you do something like that, I won't just remind you of her traumas. It is understood?

 -I un-understand.- He was clearly afraid, although it is difficult to know if for the safety of those kids or for his own. He backed away from her for a moment. It was better to keep some distance.