『𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐎𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐞』 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

13 "Y/N."

"Yes, Y/N, suck me like how you suck Hanma's cock. I bet you're thinking about him right now."

His voice turned to muffles as he began calling for her name.
"Y/N!" Hanma slapped her thigh.
She woke up again from a dream, "Huh?"

He glared at her, adjusting his glasses, "What is the meaning of this?"
Y/N looked around and remembered what happened last night, Shit. "Oh, um, H- Hanma- I- I can explain-"

"Explain what?"
"I-"
"I know what happened last night. I saw you with Baji and Kazutora. Did you have much fun while I was away?"

Shoot. What have you done, Y/N? Now he's super angry! She hissed, "I'm sorry-"

He spread her legs widely, "Disgusting. You let two men fuck you when you belong to me?! Y/N? Is this how itchy your fucking cunt is? Like this?" he asked, flickering her clit.

She sobbed, gripping his wrists as he punished her. He began pumping his fingers inside, "Look at how wet you are, Y/N. Should I just fuck you like this?"
He unbuckled his pants and smacked his hard erect on her clit.

"W- wai-" She moaned out as he pushed himself deep. He inhaled and let out a deep exhale before mercilessly raiding her insides crazily.

"Fuck- you fucking slut. You're such a whore. Look at your lewd face. You want more? I'll give you more."

He began fucking her for hours until he was satisfied, marks and bites all over her. She was overused. What a pity. He pulled himself out of her, grabbed her hair, and forced himself into her mouth. He made her gag, fucked her throat, slapped her cheeks red then fucked her again.

His voice became hoarse as he grunted, spilling his cum in her throat for the twenty-seventh time. He pushed her onto the bed, the sheets turned messy and wet from all the dirty punishments he had given her.

He panted as he lay beside her, covering themselves with a blanket and then sleeping it off.

* * *

  Y/N woke up with pain all over her body, swollen cunt, bruises, and red marks all over her. He was wild. And she liked that.

She looked at herself in front of the mirror, admiring the marks and bruises he gave her. She winces every time she touches them. She giggled, then a strong pair of arms wrapped around her stomach.

"Y/N, you're such a bad girl." He growled in her ear.

She chuckled and turned around, caressing his cheek, "I didn't know you had this side of yours..." she whispered, teasing his chest.

He held her hips as he sat her down the table, his knee separating her trembling legs, "Wider." He whispered.

She understood him, she carried her trembling legs on the table, her back leaning against the mirror with her legs spread, her swollen folds spreading in front of his erect cock.

"Ah..." She sighs, her back cracked when she arched her back, his calloused hand traveling to her stomach to chest.

"Look at you, Y/N. Spreading your legs for me like a bad girl." He chuckles darkly, positioning his tip on her entrance.

* * *

"Shinjiro, how's Alexis?" The man asks, sipping his wine while having a girl suck his cock under the table in his office.

Shinjiro clears his throat, "Based from my weekly reports, Alexis now lives in a well-known apartment with Shuji Hanma. Last night..." He looks up, giving him the look.

The man chuckles, "Oh? Someone's turned on." He taps her head gently. She slowly pulled away, kissing his tip before crawling out of his table. He wiped his cock with a tissue, zipping his pants with his belt buckled up, he sat on the chair professionally, "Shinjiro, why don't you set her up with me?"

"When, sir?"
"Next week. There's an occasion being held, right? I heard it's her Mom's death anniversary."

Shinjiro nods, "Roger." He walks away, preparing and setting up the plans with the other workers.

The anonymous man propped his elbows on the desk, his clasped fingers covers half of his face as he laughs darkly, his eyes screaming revenge.

* * *

  A few days later, Y/N went to the specific area near her Mom's tombstone. She set up tents, tables and chairs, thanks to the employees of the cemetery. She sat on a chair, resting her head on the headrest, turning on the small fan in her hand. She closes her eyes, chilling, until a shadow comes up to her, covering the light on her closed eyes.

Hanma rested both his hands on either side of the headrest where Y/N rested her head. She slowly opens her eyes, smiling when she saw him, "Hanma."

"Y/N." His fingers brushing against her cheek gently, "How's the preparations?"

"I think this is enough, we don't have much visitors. It's just me and my close relatives." She replies, her eyes closing every few seconds.

"Aren't you worried they'll bombard?"
"With what?"
"Questions."

She sat up as he walked and knelt in front a of her legs, his hand gently massaging her calves, "Do they know about what happened? You know, that time when you... died..."

"Oh...." She reaches her hand out, gently caressing his cheek, "Don't worry. They never got that news."

He leans into her touch. For once, they were gentle and loving with each other, feeling themselves relaxed as the silence calmed them down.

As the two embarked on their sweet gestures, they were cut off when a man in black comes inside, interrupting the moment they were about to kiss.

The man fixes the button on his black suit, "Y/N."

Author's note:

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