A Drop of Water

by nittygritty

Summary:

"Why?" Evil Eye’s hand is still around her neck as he pretends to consider the question for a moment. Instead, he admires the way a single one of his vessel’s large hands fits almost fully around her throat. It makes it so easy to choke her.

Notes:

Alternative take on an interaction in canon. Contains some spoilers from the manga and season 2 of the anime. Smut doesn't appear in the first chapter.

This is a work of fiction and may contain scenes that are disturbing that the author does not condone IRL. Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter 1: A Drop of Water

The final bell springs to life, rattling through the air, signaling the end of the school day. Jiji sighs in relief and scrambles his belongings together before rushing out of the classroom. Granny had forbidden him from leaving the house until he could learn how to prevent Evil Eye from taking control of his body, but after a few days of house arrest, Jiji couldn’t keep himself away from his friends any longer. He had slipped out unseen that morning, making a silent promise to himself and the others he wouldn’t let any cool liquids touch him. He has been successful on that end, but the combined effort of his constant vigilance for liquids and the social interactions with his friends left him mentally exhausted. He shuffles down the hallway at a brisk pace, heading to the school’s main exit. His head is hung low, watching his feet as he walks, trying to avoid the social engagement he had previously craved. He reaches the main door and bursts through without caution, accidentally running into two other students that are just beyond the threshold with the full force of his stride.

Both students yelp when he crashes into them. The boy with large round glasses grabs the girl's shoulders, steadying her from falling over before she whips herself around aggressively.

"Hey! Watch where you’re going! Are you blind or...something…" the girl’s aggressive tone tapers off as she realizes who has run into them. The boy with her turns himself around now, wondering what was causing her voice to falter.

“Jiji?!” they both exclaim in unison.

“Oh, hey Momo! Hey Okarun!” Jiji says excitedly, “Sorry, I was in a rush and didn’t see you guys!” Momo and Okarun quickly pull Jiji down into a huddle.

“What are you doing here?!” Okarun whispers aggressively, adjusting his glasses as he speaks, “You’re supposed to stay at Granny’s!”

“Jiji, are you nuts?!” Momo adds, also whispering. Jiji grimaces at their scolding, ignoring the fluttering feeling that flashes in his stomach when Momo’s angry breath assaults his ear. He awkwardly smiles and holds his hands up in surrender.

“I knoooow!” He stands up straight and throws his head back, exclaiming the exaggerated word into the sky. “I just missed everyone at school! I couldn’t take it anymore!” He looks back to Momo and Okarun, now out of their huddle and standing up straight too. “But I promised myself to make sure I didn’t touch any cool liquids, and I kept my promise!” he continues, shooting finger guns in their direction, proud of himself for his accomplishment. He slumps over immediately after his statement. ”But holy crap am I exhausted now. My brain is so foggy and tired,” he whimpers.

“You idiot!” Momo and Okarun both exclaim, grabbing Jiji’s shoulders, pulling him with them towards the school grounds exit.

“Evil Eye could have an easier time overpowering you if you’re mentally exhausted!” Momo scolds Jiji, whispering to prevent any of the other students from hearing her.

“I’m sorry…” Jiji whines and drags his feet on the ground. He sways over and leans heavily onto Okarun’s shoulder, earning a grunt of protest in response. “Okaruuuun, I’m too tired to walk all the way back to Granny’s. Can you carry me?”

“No!” Okarun yells and shoves the larger boy off his shoulder. Jiji flops over, now leaning heavily on Momo.

“Momooooo, can you carry meeee?” Jiji asks, a dumb grin is plastered on his face.

“No!” Momo yells and Jiji is shoved again. The pattern of leaning and shoving repeats as they exit off school grounds and start their journey to Granny’s house. The bright sunlight of the day starts to fade as clouds slowly take form in the sky.

 

At some point on their way, their game of ping pong ends and Jiji comes to terms with having to walk fully on his own feet. His thoughts are hazy and his mental exhaustion becomes more apparent the longer they walk. He starts to feel almost like he’s going to pass out. Jiji tries to shake off his weariness and turns to Okarun, striking up a discussion about aliens and the occult, hoping the engagement will keep him conscious until they can get to Granny’s house. He finds a second wind and the conversation quickly becomes so intense that the boys yell at each other in excitement. Momo rolls her eyes and attempts to tune out their non-stop words, looking around aimlessly to distract herself from the noise. They walk together for a handful of miles, beyond the edge of town and into the countryside until they reach a particular intersection. They turn onto a seldomly traveled dirt road that diverts off the paved path here, following its lead to Granny’s house.

Okarun and Jiji continue their conversation loudly as Momo sighs, annoyed at their neverending yapping. She lets her gaze wander aimlessly again, but there is still nothing interesting for her to look at. The countryside is just boring farmland and random sparse trees as far as she can see. She squeezes her eyes shut and throws her arms up over her head in a stretch of boredom. She groans loudly at the sky, trying to relieve some of the annoyance building inside her. Her eyes open and their gaze focuses on the clouds above her. Based on the dark look of the sky, she anticipates a downpour to start soon and sighs in annoyance at the thought of getting drenched before they make it home. A feeling of dread washes away her inconvenience and her eyes widen as she fully processes her thoughts.

A single drop of rain falls onto Jiji’s cheek.

“Oka-!” is all Momo manages to get out before a house-shaped barrier bursts into existence with blindingly fast speed. One of the walls forms with an angle, encasing Momo’s wrists within its path and freezing her arms in place over her head. Okarun barely has a moment to flinch when simultaneously another wall forms that captures one of his ankles, causing him to trip and fall on his back into the dirt. Momo frantically tries to pull her arms free but quickly discovers her wrists are firmly stuck within the wall. She looks around and sees Okarun flailing on the ground on the other side of another wall near her. “Okarun! Are you alright?!” she calls out. “My wrists are trapped! I can’t move!”

Okarun rubs the soreness from his fall and looks to where Momo’s voice is coming from. He sees her hanging by her wrists from a wall perpendicular to the one his leg is caught in. She is inside the barrier. Anxiety builds in his chest and he quickly snaps his vision opposite where she is trapped. His hair stands on end when he makes out another figure standing inside the barrier with her.

“M-Momo!” Okarun stammers, fixated on the figure.

Momo slowly shifts her gaze to follow where Okarun is looking. Her eyes widen in fear as she locks onto Evil Eye’s scowling expression. His eyes burn with a fierce fire that drills into her skull. His menacing demeanor is all the more terrifying as he begins to walk towards her with a purpose, like a hunter approaching trapped prey.

“Evil Eye, stop! Fight me!” Okarun yells, pounding his fists on the barrier, but his cries are ignored as Evil Eye inches closer to Momo with every step. Okarun quickly shifts into his yokai form and attempts to free his leg, pulling and pushing against the barrier. The wall holds him firmly in place, unwavering, as pain shoots up his stuck limb. Pulling too hard feels like he might just tear his own foot off.

“Momo, don’t let him get close! It’ll be a drag, but I’ll go all out and break this barrier!” Okarun shouts again. He lifts his free foot up as high as he can and brings it back down with incredible speed, smashing the ball of his heel into the wall. Nothing. He grunts in frustration and repeats the action again, and again, and again. Still, the wall doesn’t change. He pauses his assault and focuses a tremendous amount of energy into his next kick. He brings his free leg down one more time, an explosion of dust flings up into the air when contact is made.

“Ah!” Okarun winces as pain rips through his legs, the muscles tearing under the conflict of forces. He hisses and squints at the wall in anticipation, silently praying it to be open once the dust settles. The falling rain hastens the dust's dispersion, and the wall becomes visible again within a few seconds.

The barrier wall remains completely unscathed.

Okarun grunts in anger and a twinge of helplessness pinches his thoughts. He shakes the feeling away only for it to be replaced by the burning pain in his legs.

“Ah, shit. This sucks,” he says, wincing. He looks around frantically, desperately in search of something or someone that can help. All he finds is isolation. There is nothing and no one else around.

Evil Eye reaches Momo and grabs her shirt collar with one hand, balling his other up into a fist. Momo throws out her psychic hands and shoves him, the front of her shirt tears away with him as he is sent flying back. She pins him against the wall opposite of her and holds with all her strength. He stares at her fiercely, barely even reacting to her force pinning him down. He growls and the walls of the barrier start to shift closer together, bringing him towards her at a steady pace. Momo pushes with all of her mental strength against his advance, but he isn’t slowing down. He’s soon within arm's length of her again. He reaches forward, slowly wraps a hand around her throat, and squeezes firmly.

Momo struggles in Evil Eye’s grasp. Her spirit hand packed tightly between them begins to fade and he uses the opportunity to force himself even closer. She kicks at him but their bodies are so close now that she can’t build any force into her strikes. An idea sparks in her head and she swiftly brings one of her knees up, smashing it into his groin. This gets a reaction out of him, but not one that she was expecting.

He laughs at her.

“Are you trying to hurt me?” he laughs again, “You’re not strong enough to hurt me!”

His grip around her neck tightens. Momo opens her mouth in a silent scream, tears form in her eyes from the pain of her neck being crushed. The urge to breathe is clawing in her throat, but nothing is allowed to flow. She musters up what little strength she has left, forms her psychic hands and attempts to pry Evil Eye’s grip from her throat. Unable to get any meaningful leverage, she slams her metaphysical hands into the barrier and pushes, but it doesn’t move. Exhaustion and the lack of air catches up to her. Her psychic hands slowly begin to fade and her physical resistance falters. The laughter vibrating her skull begins to muffle and her sight becomes hazy as she teeters on the edge of consciousness

“No!” a loud roar rips from Okarun’s throat. “Stop it! You’re hurting her!” He slams his fists against the barrier repeatedly. The rain is falling in full force now, drenching him in a cold embrace. “Why?! Why are you doing this?!” Okarun furiously yells, his harsh voice shaking through the air.

Evil Eye’s laughter stops suddenly. “Why?” he responds with little emotion in his voice. He loosens his grip on Momo’s neck, relieving the pressure so she can breathe again. Ragged gasps burst from her throat. She sputters and coughs as the air flowing through her lungs slightly burns. Evil Eye’s hand is still around her neck as he pretends to consider the question for a moment. Instead, he admires the way a single one of his vessel’s large hands fits almost fully around her throat. It makes it so easy to choke her.

“Why?” Evil Eye repeats again, pulling himself out of his twisted thoughts. “Because I want to hurt you. And hurting her,” he pauses, a grin stretches across his face, “really hurts you.”

Chapter 2: A Flood Forms

Notes:

Smut starts in this chapter.

Momo spits on Evil Eye’s face. “Asshole.” The word spews from her mouth like acid, her eyes stab daggers into him – a mask she's put on to hide how terrified she currently is. She holds her breath and secretly prays her mouth is warm enough to let Jiji regain control. A glimmer of hope flickers inside of her as she notices a clench in his jaw, as if he is struggling against something. Her hope quickly fades when moments of nothing pass by. She exhales, realizing her efforts are wasted, and the mask cracks.

“Won’t work, girl,” Evil Eye growls, not bothering to wipe the spit from his cheek. “Not hot enough, and the idiot is too tired to contain me. Do you want to see?” His face suddenly shifts softer as Jiji’s consciousness fades in. Momo notices that only his face has changed, the rest of Jiji’s body seemingly still in the control of Evil Eye. The hand holding her throat doesn’t let go.

“Momo!” Jiji’s voice calls out, “I–” His sentence is cut short as Evil Eye’s stern face returns quickly.

“We switch when I want right now.” Evil Eye grins and trails his gaze down Momo’s partially exposed body. “And normally, I have to lock him inside completely to keep my hold. But not today. Today I can let him see… Let him feel me hurting you.” He aggressively grabs a handful of Momo's skirt and yanks hard, tearing the fabric off of her, exposing more of her bare skin.

Okarun’s pounding fists come to a stop, red tinged rain drips off his raw and bloody knuckles. “Wh–what are you doing?!” Okarun beats against the barrier once. “What are you doing?! Come out and fight me!” he screams, trying to lure Evil Eye away from Momo.

Evil Eye lets out a single laugh and turns his attention to Okarun. “We’ll fight. But I want you to hurt more first. It makes the game much more fun when you’re pissed.” A wild smile stretches across his face as he returns his gaze to Momo. “Hey girl,” he rumbles, his voice lowering, “before I took this vessel, I had to watch this idiot touch himself, thinking of you, for so long, so many times.” A sick chuckle builds in his throat. “It's his turn to watch now.”

Momo's eyes widen in shock and embarrassment as Evil Eye spills Jiji’s secret, but before she can completely wrap her head around what she's just heard, she jolts as she feels unexpected fingers stroke her slit through her underwear. A cry of anguish rips from Okarun’s throat and loud bangs tear through the air as he begins assaulting the barrier again, a vain effort that goes ignored.

“Wh… Stop!” Momo protests and squeezes her legs together, but it’s of no consequence with Evil Eye’s hand already in position. She desperately tries to use her powers but her energy is drained and they fail her. She writhes in place, doing anything she can to try to resist. He continues to slide his fingers against the fabric, his expression turning almost bored as he focuses on her reactions.

“Still have some fight left? Just going to tire yourself out.” He mocks her and squeezes the hand still around her neck tighter. “I could just kill you. Do you want me to do that?”

Momo coughs ragged breaths through her narrowed airway, the hand on her throat keeps closing tighter until it fully cuts off access to her lungs. She continues to struggle for a few long moments and becomes light headed, once again beginning to lose consciousness. She tries to build her power up again but her exhaustion is too much. She screams at herself internally as her resistance falters. She wants to keep fighting. She wants to get away from this. She has to.

But she can’t.

Tears swell in the corners of her eyes, a feeling of desperation overwhelms her and before her mind can go black, she stops moving. The hand around her throat loosens its grip once more and she gasps as air rushes back into her chest.

“Didn’t think so.”

Evil Eye stops his fingers from their current work and brings his thumb up, pressing the pad against her clit through her underwear. He teases against her, rubbing into the spot and slightly changing pressure spontaneously without care. Heat rushes into Momo’s face and her body tenses, a small whine of protest gets stuck in her throat. He continues adjusting his movements, watching her reactions to the changes before settling into a smooth rhythm of predictable circles, pushing into just the right places at just the right pressure. A shiver runs through her as her body begins to betray her, involuntary feelings of pleasure slowly building in her core. Her heart bursting in her chest and Okarun’s fists beating against the barrier pound in unison in her ears. A small hum escapes her throat and a grin creeps across Evil Eye’s face at the sound.

“Like that, huh?”

The tears in her eyes spill and trickle down her cheeks as waves of shame and pleasure turmoil inside her. Evil Eye leans in close and drags his tongue along one of the salty trails on her face. He shifts his attention over and forces their lips together, hungrily diving his tongue into her mouth. Momo grimaces and yelps at the sudden intrusion, then quickly reacts by biting down hard onto the muscle slipped between her teeth. The taste of blood seeps onto her tongue, causing her to gag, but she refuses to let go.

“Ahh…” The lips stop pushing into her and a quiet whimper escapes from the mouth assaulting her. Confused by the noise, Momo opens her eyes and blinks hard, startled by what she sees.

Soft, scared, brown eyes are looking back at her. Tears pool and leak over the edge of their lids. Another noise escapes his throat, indecipherable, like he's trying to speak. Momo releases her teeth's bite in shock and the hand on her throat moves swiftly, gripping into her cheeks tightly, painfully locking her jaw open. The face in front of her has shifted again. Evil Eye hums a laugh then dives his tongue back into her mouth, pushing and prodding against her, a metallic tinge touches her taste buds as the foreign muscle swirls around. His thumb still working her clit and his tongue massaging against her own continue to force feelings that she tries to deny. Evil Eye hums into her mouth, then pulls his lips away from her and releases his hold from her jaw.

“That'll leave a nice scar for your friend.” He mocks her efforts at resistance and drags his tongue along another trail of her tears, leaving his own faint path of red behind. “Remember when you try to hurt me, I can make you hurt him instead.” He turns his attention to her neck, pressing his lips into her hot pulse. He sucks roughly and nips at the tender skin, then massages his tongue into the mark he makes, before moving on to another spot to repeat the process, creating a trail of fire down her neck.

She squeezes her eyes shut again and whines as another confusing mix of emotions wash over her. Disgust, heat, shame, lust – all at once lurch in her stomach. Her thoughts start to race, unable to comprehend the vortex of feelings swirling inside of her. She clenches her thighs together in a feeble attempt to keep her pleasure contained, still denying it exists.

Evil Eye brings his hand lower, easily forcing it in between her thighs. He slides his fingers against her slit through the fabric of her underwear and grins against the skin of her neck when he feels moisture has started soaking through the cloth. He pulls his hand free, grips the waist of her underwear, and tears them off as if they were made of paper. His thumb dips low, wetting itself with her slick, then returns to work circles against her clit with smoother, lubricated movements. He slips the fingers from his other hand between her wet folds, slowly swiping along each channel individually, liberally coating himself with her heat. He teases at her entrance, massaging around the edge, threatening to enter but never pushing in.

He makes his final mark on her neck and pulls away, a thread of saliva connecting them briefly before breaking. He removes both of his hands from her, bringing his slick covered fingers into his mouth, sucking her fluids off with a rumbling hum. A confusing rush hits her at the sight and Momo grimaces, a weight of disgust mixed with more feelings she refuses to acknowledge forming a pit in her stomach. She shuts her eyes and clenches her thighs tighter together as she tries to suppress the warmth and shrink away from him.

But the heat won’t leave, and there is nowhere for her to go.

She suddenly feels her body moving higher and her eyes fling open, looking upwards, expecting a savior to be there pulling her out of the hellish cage. She blinks, confused for a moment when no one is there, only seeing her hands still trapped above her head. She rapidly looks around, worry flaring inside her mind when she is unable to locate Evil Eye. She yelps as a pair of shoulders suddenly lifts up her legs. Strong arms wrap around her thighs and fingers press into the soft inner skin, forcing her legs apart. She hesitates, then looks down. Her eyes meet a grinning expression looking up at her. Evil Eye is there, his head between her legs, his face even with her groin. A short laugh pierces his lips, but his smile suddenly falters as he becomes distracted by something. Momo follows his gaze and sees Okarun moving away from the barrier.

Okarun’s drumming ceases when the wall holding his ankle shifts position, releasing its hold. He quickly pulls himself far away from the barrier as it recedes and stands up shakily. He forces himself to ignore the burning pain in his legs. Anger flares in his chest and he hunches down into a pouncing position, preparing to use his last all out attack against the barrier in a desperate gamble.

“Okarun, don’t!” Momo cries out. “Think for a second, idiot!” She takes the moment to scold him, even during a situation like this. “You can’t break the barrier like that!”

Okarun hesitates, thoughts of his previous fight with Evil Eye flash into his mind. He remembers unleashing a barrage of full force, leg-powered uppercuts into Evil Eye, pounding him into the ceiling of the barrier repeatedly before it finally shattered, sending him flying out in defeat. He realizes his ticket to breaking in and saving Momo, and frantically glances around the area, only to come to the same conclusion as earlier.

The landscape around Evil Eye’s barrier is empty, nothing but muddy ground surrounding them. Okarun spits a swear between his teeth. If he was inside the barrier, the ground would be all he needed for leverage. But he’s not, and there is nothing around he can use to help him launch the same type of barrage at the same type of angle into one of the side walls. He falls to his knees suddenly, a searing pain in his legs reminds him of his state and he winces, coming to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t be able to use his full force either. The expression on his face turns grim as another wave of realization washes over him. Tears start mixing with the rain dripping down his face.

He can’t save her.

“Momo…” Okarun quietly sobs, “Momo, I–”

“Okarun,” Momo cuts him off, “Run!”

Okarun freezes and a horrible knot forms in his stomach. He could run now, his leg free from its shackle, but the thought of leaving Momo makes him feel sick. His mind races, searching for any other option he has. He recalls the feeling of punishing Evil Eye for hurting Momo, unleashing his rage onto him during their previous fight. A feeling of rage that burns even more now. A feeling that Evil Eye wants him to have.

“Evil Eye,” Okarun growls, “I’m like, way pissed now. Way more than last time! Now let's play!” Okarun demands, attempting to lure Evil Eye out again.

Evil Eye rumbles in anger, annoyed at himself for mistakenly releasing Okarun when adjusting Momo’s position within his barrier. “You’re lying. You don’t want to play. You’ll just try to run away with her.”

Okarun smashes his fists against the barrier. “I’m not running away!” he yells with rage, choking back his tears. “Not after what you’ve done to her!”

“Okarun, please run!” Momo screams. She looks at him with pleading eyes. “You can’t…” her voice trails off before finishing the thought, not wanting to expose his sub-optimal condition to Evil Eye.

Okarun freezes. His burning gaze softens as he looks into her pleading eyes and feelings of inadequacy and worthlessness run through him. He knows she’s right. He knows he can’t fight with his legs torn like this. He knows he can’t break through the wall on his own to get her to safety. He knows has to run and find help.

He knows the only way to save her now is to abandon her.

He chokes on a sob and turns to the direction of Granny’s house. “I’m sorry…” he whimpers, then bursts into a sprint, noticeably slower than his usual speed. He ignores the pain still rippling through his legs, only for the feeling to be replaced with pain tearing through his heart. He screams at the top of his lungs as he runs away, rain drops stinging into his eyes.

He has to save her.

Evil Eye grunts in annoyance, watching Okarun fade into the distance. “Won’t be as fun with him gone,” he mutters, returning his attention to Momo’s groin, “but this will still be good.”

“You’re… disgusting!” Momo cries out and tries to kick free from his grip. The hands on her legs easily keep their hold and laughter echoes out from beneath her. A warm, wet tongue suddenly slides between her legs and she involuntarily flinches at the new feeling. Long, slow, sloppy swipes drag along her entire slit, slipping in between the center fold. The tongue undulates against her, warm, smooth, lapping against her heat, tasting her hungrily. It pushes further, swiping around the edge of her hole, circling the entrance and then ever so slightly intruding, flickering against her insides. A long hum vibrates into her through the contact they share, tickling and stoking the flame in her tender core. She shudders as the tongue continues to force pleasure into her.

Momo grimaces and shuts her eyes, trying to refuse the warm feeling. She repeats thoughts of denial over and over in her mind, insisting to herself it doesn't feel good, but her body continues to revolt against her thoughts, her legs twitching involuntarily. She tells herself only a sick freak would enjoy something like this, and the thought immediately backfires marvelously as Evil Eye groans into her heat again, the vibrations sending an intense ripple of pleasure through her. A gasp escapes her throat as her last thought twists into a different meaning that repeats in her mind.

She must be a sick freak.

“Ahh...” Evil Eye sighs, pulling away from her. The smallest twinge of disappointment nudges her thoughts before she quickly pushes it away. Momo glances down and sees him lick his lips, his chin glistening with a mixture of saliva and her slick. “It’s good, isn't it boy? Just like you imagined.” He leans in again, encircles his lips around her clit and sucks gently. Momo audibly gasps and a low chuckle vibrates into her from below, obscene noises escaping through the gaps in their contact. The new feeling churns into her stomach and anxiety is added to the tension inside her. She exhales sharply trying to release some of the tightness, and her mind frantically searches for an explanation to cope with the undeniable fact that she is currently coming to terms with.

This feels good.

She squeezes her eyes shut, attempting to block out everything around her. She thinks of Okarun, her thoughts race through replays of all their interactions together. His face flashes behind her lids and butterflies fill her stomach. She focuses her thoughts and feelings for him, building a vision of his body and mannerisms in her mind. A form taking his shape fades into her mental eye, facing away. She calls out to it with a muffled voice, begging to be saved. It turns its attention towards her and smiles.

“Hey, Momo,” the form speaks in Okarun’s voice, reaching out to her. She reaches back and it envelops her, wrapping her in its arms, shielding her from her current reality. Her mind flashes and her perception changes.

Her eyes crack open. Her vision is hazy but she is able to instantly recognize the very familiar ceiling that comes into view. A slight breeze blows through an open window, the droning noise of cicadas outside fills her ears. Sun shines brightly against the blinds, casting a dancing pink hue across the walls. She is home, in her room, lying in her bed. A comforting electricity hums through her body as bliss fills her mind. She sighs in contentment, warm and safe, coiled up in her blankets.

A moan from between her legs pulls her attention downwards. She blinks and diverts her gaze to the source, finding the shape of a person there pressing into her, their façade fuzzy and difficult to decipher. Features of Okarun and Jiji fade in and out amongst the static, along with a third manic visage that flickers in between the cracks, too briefly for her to identify. She gasps, pangs of pleasure suddenly hit her as she watches the form between her legs. The feelings intensify as the lips and tongue on her begin to work in unison, sucking and lapping across her clit. Momo closes her eyes again, allowing the warm feelings to wash over her, covering their true source with her own lie.

“Ken…” she moans her name of preference softly, her face burning with heat. The movements between her legs hesitate for a moment but then continue. A full on fire is forming inside her and she cracks her eyes open to look again at the figure below her. The static is still present, but the face is less fuzzy. Unmistakable black hair is buried there and a pair of recognizable round glasses lay near her in the bed. She sighs in satisfaction, closing her eyes again, each flick of the tongue across her heat sends images of Okarun through her mind. “Ken…” she moans again, louder this time, her legs tightening around the form below her. The feeling of pleasure pushing between her legs suddenly ceases, and in her new world she feels disappointment. “Ken,“ she whines, “why did you stop?”

A scorching pain bursts across her face as a fist strikes her once, then again, shattering the mental barrier she’s hiding behind. Forgetting her actual position, Momo instinctively tries to clasp her hands around the pain as blood trickles out of her nose, but she is quickly reminded of the reality she is a part of when her hands refuse to move.

“Wake up from your dream, girl!” the voice below her roars. A hand painfully grips Momo’s cheeks and pulls her gaze downward. “Look at me!”

The façade is gone, the figure in her sight is clear to her again now. Evil Eye’s gaze bores into her from below. There is a striking contradiction between the angry fire in his eyes and his glistening wet lips and chin. “I won’t let you hide from me,” he growls, “I need you to hurt.”

Momo lets out a pitiful yelp when his lips return to her, sucking around her clit, his tongue fluttering across the sensitive center, offering a combination of overwhelming sensations. Even with the fingers digging into her cheeks, the pain in her face dulls as her focus shifts onto the immense pressure of pleasure that has already built up substantially inside of her, exacerbated by her attempt to mentally escape into a kinder world. Her mind and body clash, thoughts of refusal return to strike against physical fires of lust as she tries to suppress the heat bubbling uncontrollably inside of her. Her breathing shudders and her toes curl, the arm still around her leg hugs tighter, fingers digging into her skin in anticipation. A hungry growl vibrates long and deep into her core through the lips and tongue sloppily working against her, the final touch that causes the heat inside her to boil over the edge.

Momo chokes out a single cry as a flood crashes over her. Her whole body tremors and contracts, her thighs tighten and shake uncontrollably around the head between her legs with each wave of orgasm that rocks through her. The hand holding her gaze downward retreats to its original position around one of her thighs. Both arms holding her again then squeeze her legs harder, pulling them closer, encouraging them to wrap tighter around the form nestled there. The tongue on her clit continues to circle and prod, extending the duration of her ecstasy, sending aftershocks rippling from her core.

A whimper escapes her throat as the pleasure quickly begins to become overwhelming, transitioning to discomfort as sensitivity starts to set in. She lets out another small whine, and is taken aback slightly when the tongue seemingly half acknowledges her protest, slowing its movements on her clit, then turning its attention to lazily lapping along her less sensitive areas. The pause between strokes begins to drag, each lick becoming further and further apart until they eventually cease completely. A long note of satisfaction rumbles between her legs, followed by a laughter that ties another knot in her stomach. Tears build up and flow freely from her eyes as the knot solidifies into a lump of shame, feeling utterly disgusted with her body for taking pleasure in any of this. She sobs audibly, a contrasting tone to the incessant laughter ringing from below.

“Momo,” the voice speaks her name for the first time in a mocking tone between its sadistic chortles. “Look at me.”

She keeps her eyes shut and continues to sob in both humiliation and pain as a burning throb creeps back into her face, no longer being dulled by her pleasure waves.

“C’mon Momo, look at me,” the voice insists again with a hint of annoyance. She notices the edge in his tone and her breath hitches with trepidation. She slowly opens her eyes to look down at the voice, fearing more repercussions if she continues to disobey.

Blurry through her tears, but still perfectly clear, a wide maniacal smile is stretched across the face between her legs. Loud, wild laughter continues to tear through the air, rippling through the entire being they emanate from in heavy convulsions. She winces and instinctively tries to pull her immobile hands down to shield her ears as the noise vibrates into her mind and starts to hurt. She sobs harder, uncontrollably, scared to look away but terrified at what she sees. The barks of laughter echoing around her begin to change, morphing into an ugly combination of ecstasy and misery. The chaotic face below her shifts, its bright burning eyes cool into a sorrowful brown, then shut as tears begin to flow down its cheeks. The corners of the mouth tug downward and the noise emanating from it loses all its joy.

Jiji’s face looks up at her now, loud wailing cries of despair tearing out of his throat.

“Mo–Momo, I–I’m, so–so, sorry!” He chokes on his words, spasms in his throat breaking them apart. “Momo! I’m–m, so so–sorry!” he repeats again. “I’m–m trying so h–hard but, but I can’t st–stop him!” His mournful cries permeate the air, his face a mixture of anguish and fear.

“Jiji!” Momo chokes out between her own sobs, but before either of them can speak another word, Jiji fades away once more and a single crack of laughter snaps through the air.

“This is great! You both hurt so good now!” Evil Eye slaps his hands onto Momo’s thighs and squeezes, massaging his fingers into her muscles. She grimaces at the touch and attempts to struggle, having slightly recovered from her exhaustion from earlier. The form below tenses his arms around her legs, holding her there with ease. She continues to resist, trying to flail and yank her legs free, letting out a scream as her sobs of fear turn into cries of anger.

“Didn’t you get what you wanted?! Let me go!” she shrieks. Utilizing her current position, Momo starts slamming her heels into Evil Eye’s back in a tantrum, causing loud thumps to echo through his chest from the force of her strikes. She channels her inner strength and manages to form her metaphysical hands, quickly moving them to wrap around his throat in an attempt to strangle him. Unfazed by either of her attempts to resist, Evil Eye’s grin widens and he begins to laugh again. Each of her heel strikes slightly forces air out of his chest in quick bursts, accentuating and amplifying his chuckles louder like a sick drum. He takes a deep breath and continues his outburst, amused by her struggles.

Momo makes no meaningful progress with her attempts to escape, only managing to tire herself out again. Her leg strikes falter and slow until they eventually stop all together and her psychic hands fade away once more. She closes her eyes, her body trembling as she quietly sobs in fear and frustration. She bites her tongue, holding herself back from completely losing it again, trying to grasp at any hope for escape she can find floating in her thoughts. Resist, fight, squirm, pull, yell, scream, run, flee – only thoughts of things she’s already tried and have failed come to her. She keeps hunting through her mind, searching for something, anything, she hasn’t attempted, until finally a new word gently flickers into her attention.

Beg.

She goes limp in an effort to show she’s done trying to fight him off. “Please let me go… You got what you wanted,” she pleads. She feels the arms wrapped around her thighs slowly slip away, her legs drop and hang freely, no longer being supported by a firm pair of shoulders. The laughter begins to fade, as if it’s moving further and further away into the distance until it disappears completely. Moments of silence pass, broken only by the small sobs and sniffles emanating from her. As she hangs there by her wrists, an uneasy feeling of anxiety builds tension in her stomach. Her eyes crack open, and she peeks through the tiny slits. She can see Evil Eye below her a few steps away, blurry, standing seemingly motionless. She watches him for a few moments, but is unable to get a clear image through her heavily lidded eyes. She slowly opens them more, trying to hone in on his image.

Before her eyes can focus, the barrier around her begins to shift again, startling her. Her eyes fling open fully and she looks around, watching as the wall holding her wrists moves downward, lowering her to the ground. Her feet touch first, but the wall continues its momentum and lowers her further into a kneel, her shins planted firmly in the dirt. Momo’s attention suddenly pulls back to Evil Eye as he steps closer to her, his form now clear in her sight. She recoils in repulsion, her face crumples in disgust and a sob chokes from her throat.

“We’re not done yet.” He grins, his hand working feverishly around himself in his underwear.

Notes:

This chapter grew much bigger than I initially planned, but overall I think I am happy with it.

Please take a look at this fan art that partially inspired me to write. This is the grinning face of Evil Eye I imagine poor Momo sees. Please note the image may be considered disturbing to see.

https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts/8345304?q=evil_eye_%28dandadan%29
(not my art, all credit goes to the artist, @Xa8uoFivF2McaRt (twitter) / 0wl.zz (instagram))

Next chapter may take a bit longer to finish, but hope to have it to you all as soon as I can.

Thank you for reading.