Unholy!

What if ...

Note: This is a long ass chapter to make up for taking me so long. I hope there's still someone out there following the story T_T

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Not everyone breaks when faced with might, some stand strong, resist the fight.
But strength alone is not the key. There's more that leads to misery.
For not just fists can bring despair, softest threads may cut and tear.
Because one thing is certainly true, heartstrings can strangle a being well too.

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Something about the way they did it was different from anything Megumi had ever experienced before. And by that he doesn't even mean the location. This was far from beeing his first sexual experience with a man, but it felt like it was. Sukuna didn't seem at all interested in pleasuring himself, not in the way that directly involved his cock. He enjoyed it too, no doubt, but he was more interested in Megumi's pleasure.

This is new and unusual at the same time. Hadn't Megumi learned that all men are only ever concerned about themselves? And never about what's going on with their lovers? And even if they only used their sex partners to throw them away afterwards, it was fine with them as long as they reached their climax.

And isn't that also what Haruta had tried to warn him about the first night? That Sukuna was exactly that breed of man, who only takes and takes, but never gives anything?

Well, it seems like Megumi can't quite agree with that. But it's not like he ever intended to listen to a scumbag like Haruta either.

His face must have grimaced at the thought of this stinky guy, because Sukuna briefly nudges him in the side and pulls him out of his thoughts.

„Are you going to get up, or shall I carry you in my arms?"

The boy looks up. His face reddens and his mouth goes suddenly so dry, that he first has to collect some spit before he can answer. After clearing his throat he searches for his voice, before forming some words into a short reply. „No, I can walk."

Then he quickly crawls off Sukuna's lap, because the man is certainly not joking. And the last thing Megumi wants is to be carried around like a bride. That would rob him of the last bit of his manly pride. The disgrace he has maneuvered himself into today is already barely tolerable.

Sukuna chuckles with a fake pout, „Too bad."

They move into a room that is supposed to be the bathroom of the resataurant, but it rather looks like a wellness spa of a 5-star resort. Would Megumi have expected anything else? Hardly.

The boy had successfully managed to cross the hall at Sukuna's side with his head down and without attracting too much attention. If he lies low, people might not even notice him. It's worked pretty well his whole life.

For now, he needs to rid himself of those sticky clothes, that witnesses his lack of self-control. It's a real shame about the nice suit, though, but what can you do? Getting dirty is probably the new-thing-to-do when Sukuna keeps him company, and almost - just almost - this thought makes him smile.

At the back of the 'bathroom' there are separated changing rooms, each one as big as Megumi's entire apartment, and Megumi hesitates to enter one of them with Sukuna. The man gives him a wry look with an even wryer smile as he realizes his hesitation and then tilts his head slightly to the side.

„You coming?"

Megumi can practically see that something else is on the tip of his tongue, most likely something naughty, refering the word 'coming', but he doesn't bring it out, just speaks with his eyes, which is still enough to make the boy blush again.