The Ferocious Rabbit Devours Flesh ~Survival of the Fittest at a School in a Chastity-Reversed World~ - 5

Chapter 5: The Two Bodyguards 2

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I, Yuri Shiraishi, was blessed. Thanks to my mother, I was able to live my life up to this point without wanting for anything. I was able to enter high school and university without ever worrying about money.

During my fulfilling university life, I happened to watch a certain drama on a video site. The male protagonist falls in love with a poor woman, rejects the marriage proposals of wealthy women, and seeks true love. I knew it was merely fiction. I understood that such things don’t happen in reality. In my own life, I had absolutely no involvement with men.

The moment I became conscious of that fact, the life I had found so fulfilling until then suddenly felt hollow and lonely. And so, as if to reclaim what had been missing, I began to aim for the position of an escort officer. Large corporations have “Consolation Departments” as part of their employee benefits, but I didn’t want a relationship that was just physical. I wanted to connect heart to heart.

Through desperate effort, I managed to become an escort officer. My mother celebrated for me. The pay for a bodyguard was good, and I intended to be a devoted daughter.

After a year of training, my assignment as an escort was decided. A young man named Yuuto Usami, who was about to become a high school student. When I met him, he was easier to talk to and more straightforward than the male persona I had studied during training. I had heard during training about men who wouldn’t speak at all, men who tried to escape, and even men who committed self-harm, so I felt happy that I could be his escort.

About three days had passed since I became his bodyguard. In the mornings, he studied in his room, and in the afternoons, he moved his body in the training room or the indoor pool. At one point, he peeked his face out from his bedroom door and spoke.

“There’s something I don’t understand in my studies, and I was wondering if one of you could teach me.”

Kuroki and I looked at each other, and I decided to go and teach him. When I entered his room, it smelled of a man. I didn’t know why I recognized it as a masculine scent despite having had almost no contact with men. He was studying English. I taught him the parts he said he didn’t understand, using clear pronunciations. Perhaps I got too enthusiastic in my teaching, because my chest ended up pressing against his body.

“The context here is… ngh…”

The crotch area of the seated boy entered my field of vision. It was bulging significantly through his trousers.

Did he get excited because of me?

That convenient thought filled my brain, and realizing that my chest was pressed against him, I recoiled vigorously. He rotated his chair and looked at me curiously as I stepped away. My gaze had become nailed to his swollen crotch. Perhaps noticing my stare, he spoke while smiling.

“Do you want to try touching it?”

Honestly, the feeling of wanting to touch it was strong. However, I was here as an escort officer, so touching the sexual parts of him—the person under my protection—was something that absolutely must not happen.

“N-No. An escort must not attack the person they are protecting, so…”

In the contest between reason and desire, the former won, and I shook off the temptation.

“Didn’t you say you’d do anything regarding my personal needs?”

As an explanation when I first came to this house, I had indeed said I would do anything regarding his daily life.

“For an escort to attack the protected person is a grave violation of duty regulations, so…”

Because my face was hot and turning red, I whispered while looking down so he wouldn’t see me. He drew closer to me.

“Hup!”

“Eh?”

With a casual exclamation, he pushed me, and I fell backward onto his bed. When I looked at his face, he was looking at me with a smile.

“Then if I attack you, there’s no problem, right?”

He declared this and, staying right there, touched the belt of the suit I was wearing as I lay on the bed. I couldn’t say anything. It wasn’t out of fear. The feeling that I had to admonish him and the desire to join with a man were so crowded together that the words wouldn’t come out.

“Tell me if you don’t like it. I’ll stop immediately.”

As he said this, he unbuckled my trouser belt and slowly began to pull them down.

I have to say I don’t like it!

I repeated over and over in my heart, but it wouldn’t come out as words. Just like that, without me saying a thing, my trousers were pulled down, and my pure white underwear revealed itself. There was a faint stain forming on the white fabric. He traced that area with his finger.

“You’re wet. Well then, I’ll take your panties off too.”

Being pointed out that my panties were wet made me so embarrassed that my body turned hot. While I was bewildered by the sensation of a man touching my private parts through my underwear for the first time—a sensation I had never felt before—his fingers hooked into the fabric.

I really have to say “stop” this time.

Even as I thought that, the words failed to emerge just as before. Just like that, my panties were slid off. My female genitals were exposed before a man. I had kept my pubic hair groomed, but I closed my legs in shame.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Eh?”

I never expected to hear such a thing from a man.

“It wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t strip too, right?”

Saying so, he lowered his own trousers. Unconsciously, I found myself staring at that sight the whole time. Even through his underwear, I could tell his member had grown large. Thinking that he was excited because of me made me happy, and the conflict I had felt until a moment ago vanished somewhere.

Then, he lowered his underwear. It was my first time seeing a man’s member in reality. His member was thick, long, and had a violent appearance. Despite being such a sinister-looking thing, I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I felt my place down there getting wet with anticipation. He climbed onto the bed and leaned over me. His hands overlapped mine as they lay sprawled on the bed, and my legs were forcibly spread apart by his knees.

“Ah…”

His member brushed against my private part. I no longer had even the slightest thought of stopping him. I even found myself thinking that I wanted him to put it in quickly.

“I’m putting it in. Tell me if you don’t like it.”

“Haa♡… haa♡…”

Time and again, he checked with me. Unable to take my eyes off his member, I could only wait for him, breathing heavily in excitement. He gave a wry smile at my state, and then his member entered me.

“Ngh… ngh.”

He proceeded while pushing me open inside. Unlike a toy, it was hot, large, and felt wonderful. With a thud, his member reached my depths.

“Ah♡”

The thing that had been missing from my life until now. I felt it being filled. Electric currents ran through my entire body, making me convulse.

Oh, I just cummed with a single thrust.

Dazedly, I looked at his face as he hovered over me.

“Does it feel good?”

He asked gently. When I slowly nodded, he broke into a smile.

“I’m going to move then.”

Saying so, he began to slowly swing his hips. Every time his thick member rubbed against my vaginal walls, my reason was scraped away.

Oh, it feels so good…

His hip movements, which were slow at first, gradually became more intense. The moans that had been leaking out of me grew louder and louder, until I was letting out voices like screams.

“Ah♡… Anh♡… Ah♡… Ah♡…”

Inside the room, the sound of moaning and flesh clashing against flesh echoed. Without even considering that my colleague might hear me, I surrendered myself to the pleasure.

“I’m going to finish inside.”

He spoke while quickening the pace of his hips. Escort officers routinely take pills for menstrual management, so there was no chance of getting pregnant, but my head wasn’t working properly due to the intense pleasure, and I dazedy thought about being impregnated by him. Then, with a final thud against my depths, he poured into me without withdrawing his member.

“Ah♡… Aaaaaaaah♡”

The moment that final thrust hit, a violent pleasure flowed through my body. The current of pleasure surged, making my whole body convulse. And I could feel something warm being poured inside me. Every time his semen pulsed and flowed into me, I felt pleasure and a sense of happiness.

“Did it feel good?”

He asked with a smile. I was too breathless to weave words together, so I simply looked at him and nodded slowly.

Ah, I’m fulfilled right now.

Ever since that first time we joined, there were many calls from him. I would be called when he was studying, or I’d be summoned via smartphone chat late at night when we thought Kuroki had gone to sleep.

Each time, we would join our bodies and gorge ourselves on each other’s pleasure. I had begun to look forward to being called. One late night, after we had joined as usual, he told me to sleep with him just as I was about to return to my room. I thought it would be fine if I just woke up early and went back, so I agreed. We both entered the futon together in our natural states.

“Usami-sama, why do you like sexual acts?”

It was a genuine question. He turned toward me, rustling in the futon, thought for a moment, and said:

“I don’t know. I just like it because it feels good.”

Since I had heard there were only men who disliked it, he was a mystery to me. He burrowed deeper into the futon.

“Anh♡… Geez…”

He clung to me and began to suck my breast. Feeling a sense of endearment toward him as he sucked my breast like a baby, I pulled him close. Feeling the pleasure in my chest, I closed my eyes.

Ah, I’m happy.

A week has passed since I became his bodyguard. Today, too, I was called by him and accepted his member in me. The difference from usual was the number of times we performed the act. Usually, we joined our bodies about twice—once in the morning and once late at night—and each time he finished inside me, the act would end. I had noticed that his member remained large even after the act was over, but I hadn’t paid much attention to it.

However, today he finished inside me over and over again. Unlike the sex we had until now where we gorged on each other’s pleasure, it was an intense, beast-like mating that continued until he was satisfied. After being intensely pursued by him for about an hour, I couldn’t stand up immediately. After resting for a bit, I returned to where my colleague Kuroki was.

“Ah, you’re late.”

“He asked me so many questions…”

I was chilled with worry that I’d been found out, but apparently, I was okay.

That night, while I was waiting to see if there would be a summons, there was a knock at my door. When I opened it, he was there. Usually, after a chat message flew in from him, I would go to his room, but today he came to mine. I beckoned him into the room so that Kuroki in the next room wouldn’t notice. I closed the door slowly without making a sound.

“If we do it here, we’ll be found out.”

When I said that, he shook his head.

“I came today because I have a favor to ask.”

He had a more serious expression than usual.

“What is it? Tell me.”

I asked him gently.

“Yuri, I want you to be my sex slave that I can take whenever I want to feel good. What do you think?”

It was a terrible request. In fictional works where women make men their sex slaves to indulge in pleasure, or perhaps in foreign countries, such things might exist. But it was my first time hearing of a man making a woman his sex slave. And the moment I heard that terrible request, I felt love-fluids drip from my private part.

I couldn’t say anything. In my heart, I loved the romantic, mutual sex we had until now. And yet, in my body, I was seeking to be his sex slave and have intense, beast-like mating like today’s. Time alone passed while I remained unable to say anything.

“Sorry. That was too much, wasn’t it?”

Leaving those words, he left the room. No words came out of me. I could only reach my hand out toward his retreating back.

A few days have passed since he left my room. Since that day, the invitations from him have ceased. He spent his time as usual. Our daily conversation was the same as always. Only the act of joining our bodies had disappeared.

My fulfilling days felt as though they had become hollow once again. I spent my days in agony, comforting myself at night. The craving for the pleasure he had engraved in me grew larger day by day. While he was studying, I was creating behavioral reports as usual with my colleague, Kuroki. The door to his room opened, and he peeked his face out.

“Kuroki-san, do you have a second?”

The door closed before she could give an answer. For a moment, I stood up, thinking I had been called. However, the fact that it wasn’t me who was called was agonizingly sad and painful.

I want to feel good.

My colleague Kuroki stood up and said.

“I’ve been called, so I’m off.”

With that, she headed toward his room. I noticed it. That her cheeks, usually cool and expressionless, were turning red.

Could it be that she… with him…

Kuroki opened the door, entered his room, and the door closed. I walked to the front of his room, harboring a heart crowded with yearning and sadness. After a while, the “slap! slap!” sounds could be heard through the door. Standing before the door, the memories of the pleasure I had lost were brought back to life.

It seems I have become hollow once again.

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