Gundham Tanaka X Kazuichi Souda NSFW Lemon // pet play and heavy lemon warning

Virtalious Romance

Data regarding the defering effects of total despair conversion:

The despair has different effects on everyone. A common effect was the development of a despair fetish, much like their leader had.

Souda finally had snapped. Years of bullying had pushed him to it. Recreating his image without establishing a backbone was his first problem. He'd finally fixed just that. He wouldn't be pushed around and let others push him into despair. He got off on pushing others to despair. He was tough, strong, respected, sadistic, and dominant among the other SHSL Despair members. His talents aided the fight for despair well. It earned him the respect he deserved. He knew he could have practically any of them as long as he pushed the right button. All he wanted was despair and blood.

Tanaka, on the other hand, became more reserved; he seldom showed emotion. He let the others skills overshadow him and took the least amount of praise possible. He didn't need it. He was merely a tool. He wanted only despair. His despair came from being belittled. He wanted to be told that his abilities were of no use and that he was nothing special. It was this that drove him to the despair that he'd desired. He'd let himself be overpowered. He'd accept being on the other end of the leash happily. He was still masochistic, even more so than he had been. Show him despair and he'd submit to anything.

It was this that drove them together. The results were a despair-inducing level of wonderful.

~*~

Their secret activities went on for many weeks. Whenever Souda wasn't busy working with the executions, he was giving Gundam a little play time. When it wasn't time for either of those things, they'd sit together, eat together, walk about together, and surprisingly, no one said a word to Gundam. It really helped him out. He was sick of getting called out just for existing. He figured that it was Souda's status as one of the most violent and resourceful members of SHSL Despair that made everyone wary of him. He knew they still didn't like him, but that wasn't what mattered. Souda liked him. That was all that counted in his eyes.

The pink-haired mechanic walked down a hallway. Brandishing a wrench in one gloved hand, he was on the verge of skipping with despair induced joy. His laughter echoed through the dark halls of Hope's Peak's upper floors. "Yahoooooo! Finally! All the hard work we've been puttin' in is gonna pay off!" He turned to the slightly taller man behind him whose hair fell in his face. "Ain't cha excited for it, Tanaka? We are finally gonna make those goody two shoes suffer! Soon, I finally get to see my rocket take flight and then the 'School Life of Mutual Killing' goes live! It's real fuckin' great ain't it~!"

"Considering we have been working at this venture for months, I don't think anything less than excited would be acceptable. So much impending despair..." The breeder's gaze shifted away from the mechanic. He was wary of eye contact considering who he was talking to. He was unsure of Souda's responses to his actions. If he'd looked away it might show weakness or disrespect, but locking eyes could be seen as a challenge. He'd been so unpredictable lately that it bordered on insane, but that was probably his despair showing. His mood swings were sporadic and misreading his emotions could easily spell punishment. That wrench looked pretty dangerous. "I look forward to witnessing the greatness of your execution plans. They are sure to cause despair in such a way that their deaths will be works of art."

"Damn right they will! Enoshima-sama was especially excited when I showed the plans. Which executions do you think we'll see first~? Oooooh I bet that fuckin' snob'll kill someone and he'll get his! Pelted with rocks and then frozen to death in a subzero freezer. Spoiled fuckin' brat!" His grin grew at the thought of the brutal execution. "Oh, or maybe that spiky-haired punk would get so desperate to get out that he'd slaughter someone. Hell, didn't he have a girlfriend? Lucky punk. 20 bucks says he kills 'er somehow! And then that little wannabe rockstar will get dragged off to 'is demise! Bawlin' his eyes out as his eyes out before being bludgeoned to death, with baseballs, no less! Twice the balls!" He turned back around, his arms swinging freely, wrench just barely missing Gundam's head as he continued to laugh maniacally at the thought of the executions. That button being pressed would be the most satisfying moment in his entire life. "The worst, most despair-inducing, television broadcast in the history of mankind~! So much delicious despair~! It gives me shivers in all the right places~!"