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[NTR! ONE OF THE WORST KINDS OF IT (In my personal opinion).]
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Haruto was opening up to the two as they rested their bodies at the hospital:
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'Her soft and vibrant air flails in the wind, as the sun reflects only on its most beautiful parts...
The inviting smile that never stopped its ascent in my heart...
The hand that reached out to me in my darkest of times, full of love and warmth...
Larger than life, she was...'
*moans are heard in the background*
'Her gaze, which used to only fixate on me and me alone... Now...'
"Yes... YES..!! aaahn..."
'Goes to another.'
"Mess me up... Let's have children...? Okay? Okay? Please *moan* give me a strong child...*moan* We'll have a happy family just us...!"
'My stepmom.'
His dead eyes peeked through the keyhole to her bedroom upstairs. There he saw that man, his mother's buff fitness instructor - doing unspeakable things to his mother.
Lifting her, pushing her down as his carved hips rocked back and forth relentlessly as if he had no stamina to preserve for what seemed to be over 30 minutes consecutively...
She looked into his eyes as if he was her personal God as she bent on her knees before his crotch - while he forcefully held her chin up with his muscular arm. It almost resembled the way she used to look at himself... But much, much more powerful.
And when they finished, she would always pass out with a big smile on her face as he sat up... Tonight, though...
The man saw him peeking through the door as his mother fell asleep peacefully and happily.
He smiled... And placed his finger on his lips... Whispering...
"Shhh~..." With that wicked smile on his face.
The boy silently closed the door to... Now "their" bedroom with a blank expression as he went to his room to finally sleep at the small hours of the night. Such was the routine for Haruto Narukami for the past several months with his stepmother.
His own mother died when she gave birth to him, and his father remarried a new woman when Haruto was 9 years old. He married Himiko when she was just 19 years old, she was a young coworker of his father. She is his current stepmother, aged 29, while he is aged 19. His father left them when Haruto was 12 - as he was no longer able to face his son - blaming him for the death of his wife.
Left with his stepmother - she showered him with love and affirmation... And in turn... He felt the same for her... That feeling only intensified in recent years.
He wanted her to be happy... He wanted even more to be the source of that happiness.
So as he grew older, he would learn to pay attention to her. He wouldn't tell her if he's bullied at school... He wouldn't tell her if somewhere hurts until it became an emergency... All he cared about was seeing her smile.
She liked traveling a lot. Walking, exercise... But she wanted to be more flexible so that she could travel more easily. So a new gym opening up seemed like a blessing.
He wondered how is she going to react when he thought of her this much. He told her about it... He seemed relentless. He told her about it every day. He couldn't wait to see her get happier thanks to his effort... So, with a massive sigh after telling him countless times she preferred to travel and do things with him... She went there.
His mother seemed a bit happier about a week after she started going to that new gym he recommended to her. She was indeed, a lot more flexible and a lot more comfortable.
A Yoga pose that was previously impossible for her to perform was now done effortlessly which impressed Haruto...
Haruto loved seeing it, not admitting how enchanted she had made him with her body. She was actually looking forward to going to the gym every day, even though he thought only twice or thrice a week would have been enough. But NO. She wanted to go there every day so that she could travel with him more efficiently and comfortably, she said. To him, it felt as if... She was falling for him. In turn, he would fall for her as well, before he even realized it. Not even his own parents felt this much care for him, or any other person he EVER met. He never tried to socialize, since he always loved to spend time with Himiko at home. She was the only one to shine so brightly in his life.
Only to realize the truth when it was far too late...
Only to realize, she never once traveled with him after going to that gym. She was so hellbent on going there every day, so he just thought she was that diligent.
2 months after his mother's transformation...
She got herself a boyfriend. Kyoya Guuji. The very trainer of the gym he urged her to go to.
At first, she would just come back late at night... But Haruto wouldn't show that he was up waiting for her, that would just worry her needlessly. He would always sigh a huge sigh of relief whenever she came back and fall to sleep silently. Welcoming her with a smile first thing in the morning, and even offering to cook for her.
Putting a happy front before Himiko, he would go about his day as usual. She has a new boyfriend, and that's okay. That's fine, he told himself. Himiko was a kind, caring, beautiful, fit woman... A woman he loved. It was obvious it would happen one day. He was willing to endure. At the end of every day, she would come back to their home with a huge smile. It was that smile; He told himself. Her happiness matters more than anything - Is what he convinced himself.
But, soon enough, she would no longer come back late... And alone. That man slithered his way into their home, their safe space. Kyoya Guuji. A buff, tall man who groped her whenever he wanted with a confident smirk on his face. Even before Haruto when they entered the house...
"Haru~... T-this... Is Mommy's new boyf-riend.. Kyoya..." Himiko spoke with a blush after the two walked through the door hand-in-hand, Himiko was shivering in a way she never had before. Haruto thought it was cute... Which made his heart sink into an abyss as his face paled.
"Hehe, say my full name... Are you shy in front of your stepson?" Kyoya whispered in her ear, causing her to twitch her head for a bit as his muscular arm hid behind her figure.
Haruto was thunderstruck. He wasn't physically chained, but he felt the rusted metal on his skin. He had never felt so sealed off from the world like today. The abandonment of his father pales to this moment.
"K-...Kyoya... G-Guuji-HIK!" She gasped a bit as her eyes widened.
"M-Mom!? Are you oka-"
"Chill, little bro. Mommy's just... Tired, that's all. I'll take her to the bedroom so that we can rest... And maybe... You can show me how much you've improved~..." He utters suggestively as he looks at Himiko.
Himiko looks downwards in shame as her face turned redder than a tomato while biting her lips.
"M-...Mom...?" his legs shivered as his voice shook - while all the blood left his face as he looked at her.
"Haru... I... I just need to rest a-a bit... With... Kyoya... He is my personal trainer at the gym y-you wanted me to go so... I just need to go with him... For a w-while... That's all..." She spoke in a voice so weak, it was almost a whisper as she looked away from Haruto.
"A... Ah... O... Okay..." He replied quietly as he turned his gaze downwards in defeat.
Kyoya stretched a mischievous grin across his tanned face as he grabbed Himiko from her bottom and squeezed as they began walking past Haruto up the stairs.
Haruto and Himiko both looked down as Himiko and Kyoya passed him... Although... Both looked away for reasons slightly different.
As the two faded into the darkness as they walked up the stairs, Haruto dared not to look behind him and see the way that man is holding Himiko.
"Little bro - you did well urging your mommy to go to my gym... Really well~..." He said suggestively with a smile as he waved to Haruto who was still frozen stiff, not looking at them at all.
That was on purpose, and both Kyoya and Haruto knew that.
But it didn't matter.
She was happy... So it is okay... Right?
Haruto gradually spent less and less time at home, as Himiko kept pushing their traveling. Haruto would always just sit in a quiet park for hours with his phone until the battery ran out and come back late at night, as Kyoya's visits became more and more frequent. He started coming every day, even during weekends when it is usually Haruto and Himiko's time.
Kyoya would sit in an embrace with Himiko on the sofa, as Haruto would sit across on the other sofa and watch TV uncomfortably. As the couple would fondle and grope each other, thinking Haruto doesn't notice, but Haruto learned to notice Himiko's presence more than anyone, so he knew... But he kept silent with a smile on his face... Because she was happy.
As soon as the movie would end, he would walk away...
"H-haru..? Where are you going? It's Sunday..." Himiko murmured.
Haruto then rubbed his hair awkwardly as he faced them.
"Yeah. Come on, your mommy misses you, little bro - you should spend time with her~..." He added as he rests his arm around her shoulders.
"N-no... Haha... Some friends hit me up... I promised to go... You enjoy yourselves..." Haruto murmured reluctantly.
Himiko would look down dejectedly.
"O-oh... I see..." She replied softly.
Kyoya would then pinch her waist gently, startling her and making her blush.
"What are you looking so sad for? Your little boy is going out with his friends! He just doesn't need his mommy around him anymore, he gradually becomes a man! Ain't that so, little bro?" Kyoya said as he turned to Haruto with a triumphant grin.
"Eh... He... Hahaha... Y-yeah... I suppose..." He replied as he looked down in shame as he felt his heart being ripped to pieces. He then glanced at his stepmom...
'She seems so happy with him... I'll just be in the way... I'll just spend some time in a park or something... He will probably wanna stay the weekend, too... So I'll come back late...'
"W-where are you going..?" She looked up as she blushed, curious about Haruto's destination.
"O-oh.. Just to a m-"
"Hahaha, you're such a doting mommy... What if he goes to meet his girlfriend but he's too shy to tell you about it? Just let him go." Kyoya interrupted calmly as he brushed his fingers against her hair.
Himiko looked at Haruto as the light in her eyes seemed to dim a bit.
"Y-... Yeah... Something... Like that..." Haruto affirmed quietly.
"I see... You don't want to keep a girl waiting now, do you...?" She added with a smile.
Haruto felt like his heart was hit by a truck. His legs were weak... He was about to fall over... But Himiko was happy. She doesn't need to worry about the likes of him, he concluded.
"Y-yeah..." He turned around and left...
It was that Saturday night when he came back and saw that... Scene. That scene of the woman he loves in the hands of another man... While the man fully knows he was there... That scene which fully internalized how his stepmom knew to preform that sdeuctive Yoga pose so well.
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"Shit... Fuck... Shit, man, dat sounds sucks..." Sendo muttered as he looked down awkwardly, as he didn't have much to say besides sympathizing with Haruto who spilled his heart to them.
Yuuto maintained his steady gaze on Haruto, who seemed to shrink under the scrutiny. "Was that around the time you started taking sleeping pills?" Yuuto's voice broke the tense silence, surprisingly gentle yet piercing.
Haruto met Yuuto's eyes with a weary, forced smile. "Listen... I appreciate your concern and all... But..."
"But what?" Yuuto interjected softly, his tone devoid of any judgment. "Do you feel like your personal life is being pried open right now by us? I'm not here to judge you, and neither is Sendo. But I'd feel terrible if I let you go commit suicide without at least understanding why."
Haruto stuttered, confusion and alarm flitting across his face. "W-... What..?"
Sendo, feeling the tension, chimed in hesitantly, "Hey, Senpai! What's dat supposed ta—"
Yuuto cut him off, his focus still on Haruto. "Was it not? Did you not film yourself in your room, confessing your love for Himiko and how you felt about Kyoya before heading to Tokyo Tower, only to be caught by Kyoya's goons who were tailing you?"
Haruto's face drained of color, his shock evident as he processed Yuuto's words.
"It's about time you knew," Yuuto continued, his voice steady. "That guy was interrogating one of them, found out what was happening, and told me. Kyoya realized you were sinking deeper into depression and started taking those pills... He figured it was only a matter of time before you'd break. But not like this. Your confession was unexpected for him. He probably planned for a scenario where he could play the hero, saving you so Himiko would grow closer to him, all the while making your life even more miserable."
Haruto's eyes widened, the disbelief etched into his features as he stared at Yuuto. "W... What...?"
Yuuto raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanging. "Is it that hard to believe?"
Haruto swallowed hard, his gaze darting around the room, as if seeking an anchor in the turmoil swirling within him. "No... I believe it... But why? What does he gain from all this?"
"Enjoyment, for one," Yuuto replied flatly.
Haruto recoiled slightly. "...What?"
"There are other reasons too, if you're interested," Yuuto continued, but Sendo abruptly cut in.
"SENPAI!!! That's enough!" Sendo's voice boomed, his tone heavy with concern.
Haruto's voice trembled as he processed the information. "He did all that... just for fun...?"
As his body shook from the strain, his fists clenched tightly at first, then gradually loosened. "But... he makes Himiko happy... So... I should just let it go..."
Yuuto's expression shifted to a grimace, filled with cold contempt as he stared down at Haruto. "Hey, listen up, you little cuck. Let me tell you something," he sneered, his tone laced with disdain.
Sendo's reaction was immediate and forceful. "SENPAI! Stop it right now!" he shouted, trying to sit up from the bed, only to be stopped by a sharp pain that forced him back down.
Yuuto ignored Sendo's discomfort and continued, his voice dripping with scorn. "What would you suggest then, huh, you stupid kid? Should I sugarcoat everything, tell him sweet lies just to make him feel better?" he challenged sharply.
Sendo, despite the pain, attempted to rise again, his face contorted in anger. "What did ya say!?- Hnnn!!" His sudden movement aggravated his wounds, sending a jolt of pain through his body, anchoring him back to the bed.
Unmoved, Yuuto coldly addressed Sendo, "You're not in any position to stop me, kid. You're too injured. Just sit there and keep quiet while the adults talk."
Frustration and helplessness flashed across Sendo's face as he struggled with his physical limitations. "You...!!!" he gasped, overwhelmed by both pain and anger.
Yuuto lightly slapped Haruto's face, causing Haruto to react in shock. "Hey, what was that for?!"
From his hospital bed, Sendo's face flushed with anger at the action.
Yuuto, turning to Sendo with a blank expression, challenged him, "If you're so bothered by how I handle things, come at me when you're healed up. Even then, I could take you down with just my bare hands."
Sendo, infuriated and helpless, clenched his fist and shouted back, "You bastard!"
Without a word, Yuuto forcefully dragged Haruto from the bedside to the hallway, pinning him against the wall. "This might come as a shock to you—but it was your over-consideration for Himiko's wellbeing that drove her away from you."
Confused and frustrated, Haruto responded, "What!? What's that supposed to mean—"
"SHH!" Yuuto cut him off sharply. "If you don't understand it yourself from what I just said, then just think it over for now. Here's what you need to know: you have to work on yourself. Getting more depressed and silently waiting will only make you be forgotten by both the world and Himiko. Even if you end up killing yourself while confessing your feelings."
In a burst of defiance, Haruto shoved Yuuto away forcefully. "Who are you to give a damn about me!!? Why do you care so much!!? Just leave me alone to die!" he shouted, overwhelmed by emotion.
Yuuto responded firmly, "No can do. You posted a cry for help on my friend's website. Since he's my friend, I feel it's my responsibility to help."
Haruto, frustrated, retorted, "Don't give me that... That guy in there, he's just a kid, a 15-year-old high school student, and he calls you 'senpai.' You're just high schoolers... This isn't some fantasy world where you get to play hero to fulfill some delusional fantasy! People suffer from depression everywhere, and just because someone left a vague plea on your friend's site doesn't give you the right to meddle in their lives! If you're so knowledgeable about my situation and think you know what's best, then keep it to yourself... Now leave me alone... Or I'll have to get your parents or the police involved. Tell your friend thanks for his help, when you're done playing games."
Haruto then turned to leave. Yuuto watched him go, taking a deep breath as he stared at Haruto's retreating figure.
Yuuto muttered under his breath, questioning, "Who said I can't stick my nose where it doesn't belong?"
"I did. Your elder," Haruto called back without turning.
"We're the same age," Yuuto corrected him.
Haruto paused, skeptical. "What now? You're a high schooler. If this is your way of trying to connect—"
Before he could finish, Yuuto had closed the distance between them, his ID outstretched for Haruto to see.
Haruto was taken aback. "You're... 19... and still in school? How...?"
Yuuto held his gaze firmly. "Don't think you're the only one who understands what it's like to feel depressed or have suicidal thoughts. Why do you think it took me so long to come back to school? I've been there too," he said, his voice carrying a weight that suggested a personal history, though he carefully avoided mentioning it was actually a fabricated part of his NTR scenarios.
"I need to get involved because I can't stand to watch someone else struggle with the same demons," Yuuto continued shamelessly.
Haruto's posture slackened as he absorbed Yuuto's words, his expression one of surprise and confusion. "But... we're strangers. We just met," he protested weakly, looking around as if seeking an escape from the confrontation.
A memory then flashed Yuuto's mind.
"Let me put it this way. If you really want me gone, you might have to call the police, because I'm not getting out of here without helping you."
Haruto was visibly shocked by Yuuto's determination.
'Should I not have said that...?' Yuuto thought as he looked at Haruto, not moving a muscle as he stared into his eyes.
"Pfft... Hahahaha... Keke..." Haruto chuckled, a small, innocent laugh as he briefly closed his eyes and looked away. "Fine... You got my hopes up. Well? What should I do now?"
Yuuto sighed in relief as he walked towards the hospital's elevator. "Like I said... Work on yourself."
"Haha... Yeah... Sure..." Haruto murmured, his voice tinged with disappointment as he looked down with a sleepy smile while Yuuto passed by.
Yuuto paused and turned around. "...Well? You coming?"
Haruto looked up abruptly. "What..?"
"You don't want to sleep at home, right? My parents are out on vacation. Sleep at my place until I think of a plan for you."
"B-... But... I've never... I've never slept out..."
"Welp, that sucks. Go back to your home, then. I don't care. I don't care at all." Yuuto tried to sound indifferent, a poor attempt to mask his true intentions and draw in the potential client.
Haruto managed a weak laugh. "I guess there's a first time for everything... I'll just let my mom know first."
He dialed his phone, half-expecting it to go unanswered—perhaps Himiko was busy, possibly with Kyoya, who had practically moved into their house. To his surprise, she picked up quickly.
"M-mom..? Are you okay..?" Haruto's voice trembled slightly.
"Y-yes... Honey... A-are you alright...?" Himiko's voice was shaky, causing Haruto's heart to sink.
Haruto forced a smile, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Are you sure...? You sound... shaky."
"Y-yes~... Yes... Of course... A-are you... coming back soon..?" Himiko sounded strained, trying to mask her labored breathing over the phone. Haruto instantly recognized the sultriness mixed with slight panting in her tone.
"No... I'm... I'm going to stay at a friend's house for a while. I won't slack off on my studies, so don't worry—" Haruto was cut off by a loud moan in the background.
"I see... Haah... A friend's house for a while... That's great... Hnnng~... Have fun, then... I am just... Hnnnng... Working out... Haaah... Running around the... House with... Kyoya... He's really... relentless when it comes to working out... Even this late... Haaaah..." Himiko's voice trailed off, each word laced with a hint of exertion and something more, something Haruto didn't want to delve into.
Haruto ended the call quietly, the forced smile fading into a somber frown as he pocketed his phone.
Haruto's realization settled in heavily. 'She's not even trying to hide it anymore,' he thought, the weight of the truth pressing down on him.
Yuuto observed the dimming spark in Haruto's eyes, his expression somber.
"Let's go," Yuuto said sternly, hands buried in his pockets.
Internally, Yuuto reflected, 'Love and NTR are tied, it seems... For now.'
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Himiko moaned, each sound barely restrained as she fought to control her voice.
Kyoya's movements were unyielding, his hips driving relentlessly back and forth, pressing Himiko firmly beneath him while her hands were pinned against his waist.
"You've gone so quiet all of a sudden..." Kyoya remarked, noting the change in her usual demeanor.
"How can you say that...?" Himiko managed to utter between her heavy breaths, her voice laden with effort from the intensity of the moment.
"I know you well by now, Himiko. Does it bother you that your little brother is now socially active?" Kyoya asked, his voice casual as he continued his deep, rhythmic thrusts, probing not just physically but emotionally.
Overwhelmed by Kyoya's forceful movements, Himiko remains silent, lost in the intensity of the moment. Sensing her growing quietude, Kyoya draws her closer, wrapping his arms around her in a firm embrace. As he holds her tightly against him, tears start to well up in Himiko's throat,
Kyoya reassured her, "Your little brother's all grown up. You have to understand, he was always going to leave eventually. He's 19, he should be living on his own by now. He can't always have his mom by his side."
Himiko, her voice trembling between sobs, replied, "I know... it's just... I've gotten so used to having him around, it feels unnatural to watch him leave... I'm not used to being alone... We've been through so much... How can he just leave like this?" As she spoke, she buried her face in his chest, her tears muffled against his shirt.
He gently stroked her hair, comforting her with a tight embrace.
"You have to let him go," he whispered tenderly in her ear. "After all, you're mother and son. And remember, you won't be alone—I'll always be here with you."
"Thank you," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion as she clung to him, her cheeks flushing as she wept in his arms.
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"CHE CHE CHE, Kyoya is a fuckin' artist!!"
"Slowly, but surely, he always sways a woman's heart... Like a master puppeteer... No matter how many times I watch it, it's still amazing..."
"Ohhh fuck, If only I had just a bit of that guy's charm... I'd take half of Tokyo to myself."
"Why stop at Tokyo? I'd bang women all over the world..."
"Man, Kyoya is just ruthless... First, remove that cuck son of hers by striking where it hurts, making him uncomfortable being near them. Then she thinks he just grows tired of her over time because he never confessed... What a sicko, kekeke..."
"Oh, speaking of that kid... What about the two guys who took half of our boys down and saved the little shit?"
"Oh, please... Look at the video. Look at Kyoya's new bitch and how she reacts near Kyoya. The ball's practically already secured.... There is nothing they can do..."
"Nothing!!!"
TO BE CONTINUED....