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Amane momose.
The only name Shidou learned up till now, the only name he could conjure everytime he thought of something as serious as love.
He'd lived a decent and even admirable life, he'd married a beautiful woman and had even more gorgeous children with her, two little boys he remembered in the depths of his nightmares. He'd lived with the idea that he would've only loved her, that no one could set his heart aflame ever again: and it was that way for a long time, after the death of them all, but there had only been one person who'd been able to break through those walls he'd built with his blood, sweat and tears;
Amane Momose.
Like a secondary addiction he had, one that got him higher than any drug or antiseptic could have ever taken, one that was cold yet so warm inside his heart like a liquor he couldn't drink but could only stare at with hunger.
He'd never thought himself of a degenerate, he'd never seen a child in such way: not even when he saw endless of them nude in the surgery plank, not even when they blushed to his words. What was it from Amane that woke that horripelent side of him? One he wasn't even aware existed?
He didn't know.
But each night and day, he spent them wishing Amane would look his way and smile, that she'd intertwine her small framed hand with his own, for her laughter to bounce from each and every corner of his restless mind. But that was nowhere to be seen, actually, she'd look at him with hatred burning in her emerald eyes, narrowing and glaring deep into him, her little fist tight as they shook from rage, disgust washed all over her.
From what Shidou knew, it was because he was a doctor. Goodness, how he'd wish he could stop being one— stop caring about Mahiru or Fuuta— and see her pleased for once. But he couldn't.
At least, now he could do his best shot, right?
He stayed on top of her, pinning her down with his hands, wrapped and bound tightly around her wrists, trapping her with the rest of his slender body. He stared down at her with what could only be the deepest form of affection, a warm smile on his face as he observed Amane like she was everything to him: as she was.
Amane on the other side, didn't share the warmth. She struggled and kicked, arching and squirming like a fish on a hook, eyes wild like that of an animal, full of repulsion, teeth grinding against each other for so long and so strongly her jaw ached. She groaned and hissed in protest, turning her head left and right, like a child throwing a temper tantrum.
"Get off me!" She ordered, voice harsh and loud, a bark. She struggled against Shidou as he kept getting closer, mouth slightly agape as he kept inching closer. "You dirty sinner! I won't ever—" before she could finish her words, she was caught off by Shidou's mouth as it pressed a soft but deep kiss into her mouth, making Amane purse her lips together as much as possibly able, but Shidou found his way to make opening enough for himself. He kissed Amane like a lovesick fool, making small sounds into her mouth like she was a meal he enjoyed eating. When Amane squirmed the most, he moved his hands slowly drifting them upwards to meet her hand, wrapping them both together and tightly bounding them and using that as a twisted way to show his admiration.
"You're the prettiest, Momose" he whispered as he slowly parted, gray-blue eyes squinting with his soft smile, His words seemed sincere and full of love; yet his actions spoke louder than any serenade he could sing. Amane stared wide eyed at Shidou, speechless and lost, she'd been dirtied, she needed to repent before it was too late. Shidou gently de occupied one hand and used it to tuck a strand of her bottle green hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering behind her earlobe and down to her neck, moving away the MILGRAM uniform they both used. "I love you so much, Momose" he spoke sweetly, as he caressed Amane's cheek with tenderness. Amane was frozen, but her lips twitched as much as her eyebrows, her lime green eyes narrower by the second.
He started to undo her shirt, keeping her in place with one hand that was able to hold both of Amane's small hands, she gave one last hope and kept scuffling, throwing her legs and kicking again, but even as much as she fought to get away from his grip, he didn't budge, even she managed to hit him, it is was like he didn't mind. The means justify the ends.
He undid all of the restraints MILGRAM placed on their suits, clicks that echoed throughout the room, ringing in Amane's ear, she growled with hatred and kept trying to snap Shidou off. Shidou simply pushed her down on the table and Amane sourly hissed, the temporary pain making her stop battling for a second. A second was more than enough for Kirisaki. He continued his way, he knew the suit too well from treating Mahiru and Fuuta alike, and even from his own use of it, of course. He shuffled Amane and managed to get it off her, throwing it wherever on the floor, he didn't care about the mess, just Amane.
She was bare, only thing kept on her torso being her junior bra, the soft, lightweight fabric on top of her forming missy bust. Shidou smiled and a small blush crept up his face, he was actually watching Amane shirtless, the thing he'd fantasized about every now and then when he masturbated: it was now a live reality. Amane took the opportunity of Shidou letting go of her arms to try and punch or put him away in any form she could, but Shidou stopped her quickly approaching hand and kissed it, using it to caress his own cheek gently, eyes closing for a second before he opened them and stared at Amane, half lidded eyes that started to turn filthy.
"You're sick-... You don't deserve any kind of forgiveness" she muttered as he jerked her hand away but Shidou's clothed one kept it in place as he massaged it with his slim fingers "It's ok, I never deserved it after all" he answered, and shrugged, causing confusion on Amane: who didn't wish for forgiveness? Apparently Shidou, but he was a creepy person.
He left go of Amane's hand and kept her pinned down still with his body weight, but he didn't hold her by her wrists anymore, now that Amane had been 'tamed'. He slithered one hand and groped her skin, touching and adventuring through every inch of pale skin Amane offered, worshipping her body like she was a goddess and it was her temple, her most sacred gift to Shidou. Shidou placed his hands underneath the only small fabric that covered Amane's chest and squeezed, earning a squirm from Amane, he massaged the skin beneath his palm, eyes focused on his movements like he'd been hypnotized, the aching between his legs prominent enough for him to feel shame. He lifted the bra and stared at the soft, pink nipples Amane offered to him, and he leaned his head down, slowly opened his mouth and sucked and nibbled, kissing everywhere he could. Amane groaned and bit down her lips so hard she almost drew blood, her hands running to Shidou's hair and holding it, fisting the silver hair, out of hatred, a pathetic intent of revenge.
He leaned his body closer, Amane's parted legs forced to make way for Shidou's bottom half, the warmth that tingled beneath her making a lump appear on her throat, this would be the best time to scream, but nothing came out,was it fear? No, she was taught not to fret. Yet the pit on her stomach told her otherwise.
Shidou moaned against her skin and Amane's eyes widened and narrowed, each second she spent hearing him make sounds of bliss against her skin, it made her blood boil more each time. She tugged harder at his hair, so much, she was sure she'd plucked a few hairs out of his scalp.
Shidou stopped at one point, lifting his head and looking down at Amane, one hand going to his mouth to clean the leftover spit that had formed around his lips, messing up his gloves, but he didn't care. He now moved his hands down to her hips, her legs, her bottom.
"I love seeing you like this so much,Am- Momose" he scolded himself, she was Momose to him, to show how much he adored her, how he saw her as a higher level than him, she really was God to him. Amane scowled and growled, but didn't say anything, Shidou wouldn't hear her anyways, why waste spit?
Shidou parted her legs , Shifting himself, Amane tried to get on her elbows but Shidou restricted her from it: "You will hurt yourself" he kindly spoke, like what he would do wasn't way worse than any small irritation on the skin. He gulped down and made his way towards Amane's underwear to get it out of his way, a slight tremor in his hands as he heard Amane's breath hitch, and her body irking away from his touch, but he still pulled down, slowly, painfully slowly so. The single colored cloth being thrown away at the floor, like everything else Amane wore except for her skirt.
"I'm so sorry, Momose" He whispered as he undid his belt, unbuckling needily as the burn of his pants teased him on his aching erection. He leaned towards Amane, messily unzipped his pants and tugging down at his boxers so his cock could be taken out, the cold air of MILGRAM against his hot skin made him shiver. He planted a kiss on Amane's forehead and kept a hand behind her head as he spat on his glove and made some makeshift lubricant, glossing it over his dick with his hand, earning a few breaths out of Shidou. Amane watched with disturbance, eyes twitching, she gave a few last kicks, that only ended up in small shuffles of her knees before Shidou was done. It was lazily done, but he needed to be in Amane as fast as he could, no time for safety.
He positioned his tip in the entry to Amane's cunny, his grip on her hair tightened slightly and his eyes squinted, he was sure the only thing coming in Amane's way was pain, but his selfishness didn't give way for care.
He leaned and kissed Amane again, this time dirtier, much less lovely than before, Amane's hands on his chest as she tried to make him not stay as close as he was, but it was useless in the end.
He moved, head entering slightly into the younger girl and Amane almost screamed into his mouth, it was a painful stretch, even if almost nothing was in, her eyes were wide open and all of her air was kicked out of her lungs, the heat starting to form on the pit of her stomach sickening her to the core. Shidou gave a low whimper against her mouth, keeping her close as he could, like he was reassuring her with a so-called "hug", arms wrapped around Amane's shoulders, one hand resting behind her head in comfort.
Shidou rocked slowly, kissing Amane fiercely to avoid her doing much sounds, but every chocked out sound went straight to his brain, and made him feel on cloud nine. He kept the small amount inside of her, not wanting to overwhelm her, even if her body was stiff and trembling, it would be too much for her if he even went slightly faster.
He pulled away from the kiss as Amane was barely breathing, she gasped for air and panted. He still couldn't afford to have her be lousy, so he placed himself so her head would rest straight against his shoulder, eyes and nose poking out while her mouth was covered by his suit.
He pushed further, earning a dirty moan from his lips, he'd been much harsher with this one movement, almost 3 inches fully inside, he moved more freely, pulling in and out, careful not to harm Amane in any manner. Amane twitched and muffled sounds were hidden by the fabric of Shidou's uniform, she grasped harshly at his back, digging her nails into him as much as she possibly could, scratching as she inflicted pain on him.
He rocked his hips, slow and steady, his hair starting to lightly mess as his face flushed and his breath caught on his throat, breathing like a needy dog. He kept moving, the sounds of skin slapping against each other music to his ears, the heat around him and the slicked state of it made him lose his very thought process, the thing that out stood about him, all thanks to this little girl beneath him.
He was careful but he was also one desperate man, he needed to get what he'd been fighting for: he pushed just a bit further, one inch more, easy right? But he could feel the hot tears forming at the ends of Amane's eyes, they dropped to his shoulders and dirtied his squeaky clean uniform. He could hear the strangled moans and the retches she'd do against his shoulder, it all added to the twisted liking.
He moved, a slightly sharper pace, he wouldn't introduce more, if he did, maybe Amane wouldn't be able to take it, maybe she would bleed, and he'd be found guilty for his actions. But it didn't matter, each movement sent shivers through his spine, the boiling point in his gut wrenching and turning with erotic tension. Each thrust into Amane, it was addictive, the feeling of her inner walls so tightly bound against his skin, and the idea for him to be the first to experience such feeling of her was sickeningly sweet, cloying to it's bitter core.
He groaned and moaned again and again, he wasn't even restraining himself anymore, unaware of simply how loud and pathetic he sounded, getting aroused by raping a pre teen.
His eyes glazed as he kept going, each thrust pulling an even worse sound out of his mouth, to the point he almost forgot Amane was there, maybe he was just indulging in a wet dream? It had to, right? Amane had gone quieter but her face was pale and her breaths were labored, her eyes blurry with tears and her cheeks burning up. But Shidou just caressed her head and thought all her problems would fade like that: one problem; he was still there.
"Momose-" he breathed her name pitifully, eyes squinted tight his vision was starting to blurr. He pressured his movements, moving faster, speeding up the process, he'd planned on making it prolonged but it seemed like release was on the turn of his path. He groaned and whimpered, curled against Amane as he pressed himself tightly against Amane's torso, skin scrapping against soft fabric.
He quickened, breaths labored as his throat ran dry, gulping down and digging Amane's head harsher into him, he may had cut Amane's breath, but he didn't realize, or rather he didn't really care.
"I- ah... I'm sorry, Amane" he breathed, his pace was borderline aggressive, breath ragged and cut, his mind running blank and the only sound he could hear was Amane, everything that ran on his mind was Amane, all he needed was Amane. He groaned loudly and gave a few final thrust, unable to keep inside the release. He thrusted violently even, still somehow managing to keep himself from inserting the whole thing, and finally: he came undone.
Strings of cum sprout out of his cock, directly inside of Amane, he'd been so lost in his own thoughts he'd forgotten such a basic thing such as pulling out on someone like her. He didn't move away, left Amane to be filled, it was what felt the best in that moment, that hot second where nothing moved. He panted and gasped for air, breath hitching as he finally gained his old consciousness. He pulled away from Amane, and saw her, she had passed out: he didn't know for how long she'd been in that state, but it didn't matter either. His heart throbbed for her, but it was all his doing after all.
He caressed her face and placed a sweet, soft kiss on her forehead, moving away her long bangs that had grown over the past few months, years or whichever time they'd spent on MILGRAM. But it made her look much more mature than she was before, even if she remained the same age.
Another reason for Amane Momose to hate Shidou Kirisaki.