もののけ | monster | soshiro hoshina (Kaiju No. 8) (COMPLETE)

さんじゅうなな | thirty seven

もののけ | kaiju | monster

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[A lengthy chapter ahead]

Soshiro

KIYOMI HAD PASSED OUT, her body completely spent, sinking into a sleep so deep that no amount of shaking or calling her name could wake her. There was no response, not even a flicker of consciousness.

Had I pushed her too far? Did I overdo it? As much as I don't want to be nice, I still held back...

Kiyomi was completely unresponsive, and I realized there was no point in trying to wake her up. She was utterly exhausted. I need to take care of her before leaving her. So, I ran a bath for her, ensuring the water was warm enough to soothe her muscles but not so hot that it would wake her abruptly.

As I bathed her, she made small, half-conscious gestures, her eyelids fluttering occasionally. At one point, she weakly pushed against my hands, mumbling, "You're killing me, Soshiro... you've had enough...I'm tired..." I couldn't help but laugh softly at her incoherent protests. I'm just taking care of you, Kiyomi...

Yet—I swear my intentions were pure, innocent—wanting only to care for her and ensure she was cleaned.

But my self-restraint was hanging by a thin thread. I couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the marks and bruises scattered across her skin—The way I had left my imprint on her, so brutally yet passionately, filled me with a twisted sense of pride.

I found myself unable to resist the urge to leave more marks, to ensure they would last. Burying my face in her neck, I sucked gently, adding to the already bruised areas. I knew it was painful, more like wounds now, but I couldn't stop myself.

Kiyomi was so gorgeous, my woman was too precious, and the thought of her belonging solely to me drove me wild. Despite my high respect for a woman like her, my primal instincts overpowered my rationality.

My back was also a mess—deep scratches, some of which had bled and were now beginning to scab over. The marks extended to my chest and around my biceps—damn, it stings.

I truly did swear my intentions were pure, but my hands found their way to her breasts, massaging the soft, supple flesh. My fingers flicked her nipples, the body soap creating a slick barrier between us. Her breasts were just too nice to look at and play with, and I couldn't get enough of them. Kiyomi could only sigh and wriggle under my touch, her body reacting instinctively even in her half-conscious state.

If only I had more condoms left, I might have taken her right there in the bath.

But I already felt guilty for how hard I had pushed her. She had taken me all night, fully and completely, showing nothing but resilience and submission—she was such a good girl. The image of this cold-blooded Lieutenant of the Defense Force, begging and crying for mercy, her face twisted in pleasure and pain, was etched into my mind. I knew I was the only one who could see her like this, and it filled me with a dark satisfaction.