悪魔は僕の部屋の中に
[Akuma wa Boku no Heya no Naka ni]
By Bayou
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Part 4
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Kyou had never gotten angry. No matter how much people deceived, teased, scorned, or hurt him, he took all of it with sighed only. As much as people called him stupid, he never changed. Though his overly kind behavior sometimes made his friends irritated, they would stand by and defended him.
But everything had its limit; including Kyou's patience…
Kyou shifted to the side-end of the large double bed and took his underwear off the floor and wore them. Because of the alcohol influence in his system, his head was dizzy. His wrists were bruised for having it tied up and restrained on the bedpost. Aside that his body was as heavy as a stone, it was also sticky all over because of intense amount of mixed semen of him and the other person. He thought that he should take a shower before leaving, but he didn't want to stay any longer in that hotel room, especially with that other person in it. He just wanted to go home as soon as possible and forgot the whole thing, so he just wiped his body with the sheet and would deal with it at home.
He was in a luxurious tower suite in one of the most expensive 5 stars hotel in Tokyo. The room was 80sqm with separated living and bedroom, renting it might cost almost two hundred thousand yen per night; almost the same amount as half a year's rent of Kyou's small 1dk* apartment. The room was ridiculously huge made Kyou thought that it would be nice if his room on the countryside was at least a quarter as big, so it wouldn't be too cramped even if it's filled with 2 bunk beds which he shared with his three little brothers.
Being so used to live a humble life, he could never understand the luxurious lifestyle of rich people. For him, a thirty thousand yen of a full course meal could feed him at least a sating three times meal for a week. Two hundred thousand yen was more than enough to make a living for a whole month—and still have an unused amount to save. And rather than an expensive car, a motorbike cost less maintenance fee, gas, and a faster trip—rather than being trapped in traffic jam.
He never complained about his life before, he was happy with what he had. But now he felt remorse, not because he didn't have the money to live in luxurious life of the rich people, but it would be better if only the money that was used for the unnecessary luxury could be used for something more useful. A luxury was better to had once in a while, so it would be more meaningful, rather than take it for granted for having it every single time.
Feeling terrible body and soul, Kyou got up and bent down to take his jeans that were lying on the floor, but his head suddenly spun and his body swoon uncontrollably, it forced him to sit himself on the bed. The movement woke the other person; the sheet that covered him from head to toe rustled and a head with messy hair and slightly-flushed face peeked over it. The room was so dim and half of the man's face was covered by shade.
"You're leaving?" the person asked.
Kyou didn't answer. He silently took his jeans off the floor and wore them, also t-shirt and his baseball jacket. It took him quite sometime to stood up properly and walked away.
Receiving the silent treatment, the other man noticed that Kyou was sulking.
"Are you mad?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.
Kyou stopped and answered the question in a cold tone without turning, "Yes I am."
The other person chuckled, mocking at Kyou's foul mood. "It's very rare that the 'Yes Man' gets angry, I thought you never refused any request?"
"Anything but this," Kyou said, his body tensed of suppressing his anger.
"You’re talking like you were a virgin," he mocked again.
"I was,” still without turning, Kyou walked to the door, dragging his bag along the way.
This answer surprised the other man. "Wait!" he called, stopping Kyou who was about to open the door. He covered his body with the bed sheet and got off the bed. He picked up his jacket off the floor, took a wallet from its inside pocket, and pulled out several bills of ten thousand yens. "Here, take it," he offered the money.
Kyou didn't move an inch from where he stood. The hand on the door handle shook in anger.
"I'm neither a whore nor your fuck buddy, and I don't need your money. This will be the first and the last time we ever fucked," Kyou's voice started to tremble because of his brimming emotions, "And next time you stopped by the office, don't bother to look for me again, Mochidzuki-san. Our friendship game is over." he said before slamming the door behind him.
Kyou ran through the corridor with his head down, bumping a couple who yelled at him, yet he didn't even bother to stopped and apologized. He wasn't himself today; if he was, none of these would have had happened. He bit his lips hard to prevent his tears; it was embarrassing for a huge man to cry, but no matter how hard he tried to hold it, tears still leaked over his eyes in huge droplets.
Meanwhile, inside the hotel room, Mochidzuki's hand that was still hanging in the air dropped limply on his side, made the bills fell onto the floor.
What have I done? He asked himself regretfully.
* * * * *
Few hours earlier, they were still friends; chatting and laughing happily at Kyou's favorite all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant. After finishing his twentieth nigiri** plate, Kyou started slowing down his eating pace, savoring the last five plate before his stomach was really full.
The middle-aged sushi chef became familiar with Kyou after his third time in a row visiting the restaurant. And after the fifth, they became overly friendly at each other. The old man was very pleased with Kyou's huge appetite, also because the boy seemed to enjoy every bite of his handmade sushi.
As today's complementary, the old man gave the boy two serving bottles of his best sake. Kyou refused the sake and said that he didn't drink. But the old man persistently put down the bottle on the table and threatened that if Kyou didn’t take it, he would be banned from the restaurant forever.
Kyou laughed over the joke and thank the old man. He thought he could get away with it and gave the sake to Mochidzuki who happen loved to drink. But the old man stubbornly stood by his table and crossed his arms, and it seemed that he wouldn't leave before Kyou drank at least a cup of it.
Mochidzuki chuckled and pour the sake in a cup and slide it to Kyou who was glaring at him and mouthing a 'no' repeatedly without a sound.
"I've told you that I don't—" he stopped at the glaring sushi chef and revised his words, "I mean, I can't drink. I have a very low tolerance in alcohol," he said.
"Just drink it," Mochidzuki shoved the cup into Kyou’s hand, "A cup of sake won't hurt you."
"Drink it!" the old man encouraged him.
"Ossan***..." Kyou whined.
"No-no-no, don't fool me with that puppy eyes of yours. If you don't drink it, means you don't respect me, then."
"Wha—?"
Kyou was speechless. Moreover it had drawn the other customer's attention and they started to encourage Kyou by shouting, "Drink! Drink! Drink!!"
Kyou accepted his defeat and chugged down the small cup with his eyes closed shut. It surprised him, that the sake didn't taste as bad as he thought. It was bitter, but also rather sweet with a faint apple scent in it.
The crowd cheered at him and laughed.
"Hey, this tasted pretty nice," he grinned.
The old man smiled with pride, "Of course," he said, "It was the best sake I had and it would be insulting if you refused it."
"Thanks, Ossan!" said Kyou to the old man who returned to his place behind the sushi bar.
Kyou poured his second cup and chugged it down again.
After his second cup, Kyou started to lose his senses and gulped down the rest of the sake directly from the bottle, and licking the dripping leftover from the bottle mouth.
Kyou noticed that Mochidzuki had drunk the second bottle so he yelled at the old man to bring him another bottle of the sake.
The crowd cheered and laughed louder than before. "Way to go, boy!" "You know how to drink!" the crowd shouted.
But after finishing his second bottle, he was already wasted and barely sober. Seeing that he couldn't last any longer, Mochidzuki paid the bill before he took the drunken boy to leave the restaurant, but he seemed to have a hard time dealing with Kyou's huge body which was limping because the alcohol already took his consciousness away. Seeing the slender man was having difficulties carrying the big guy, the old man helped out by holding Kyou's arm on his shoulder and let Mochidzuki carried the other one.
After helped putting Kyou into the taxi that Mochidzuki waved at, he apologized to Mochidzuki.
"I shouldn't have given him the booze in the first place," he said.
Mochidzuki laughed, "It's ok," he said, "He just need to learn the endurance of drinking alcohol, since he's barely ever drink liquor before."
"I see," the old man smiled, "Have a safe trip home, then. And be sure to come again." he closed the taxi door and watched it drove away before returning to the restaurant.
Mochidzuki had to hold on Kyou to help the knocked-out boy sit steadily so he wouldn't be shook side to side by the car movement. He could feel that Kyou's body was hard to his touch, the boy's body was well built though he's not overly muscular, he just had a balance muscle tone to fit his big feature.
Kyou was once told Mochidzuki that he used to work on his family field, planting and harvesting some vegetables and such. And in the big city, Kyou could never get rid of his agricultural habit; he had the landlady's permission to grow a small plantation on an empty lot at the apartment's backyard. The landlady was so pleased by the healthy and fresh vegetables Kyou was growing that she cut a third of Kyou's rent in exchange of the vegetables.
Speaking of which, Mochidzuki was once caught Kyou tending his small plantation with a small white towel wrapped his hair, and his tanned bare-chest skin glistened in sweat. Each and every muscle in his body moved in an enticing rhythm; the sweats were running on his supple chest down to his abdomen muscles that were loosing and tightening in sync with his labor breaths, enough to make the girls sighed in lust. And though the muscles on his arms are always quite visible over his clothes, but without anything to cover it made it look more defined with hints of tendons trailing down from his upper to lower arms.
Any men could work their asses in the gym and get toned, but none of them could get the strong feeling of muscles that was given by working out in the nature.
Mochidzuki wanted that tempting body for himself.
Yes, he was gay.
He was already gay as long as he could remember; in elementary school, he had this 'interest' in seeing other boy's dick. It was purely curiosity at first, but then when he was in junior high, the curiosity grew into lust. He never could get himself hard by girls, his side-dish**** was always male models in fashion magazines. His first was a senpai from senior high school, by then, he was already overcome his sex preference confusion.
He gave the taxi driver a new direction; he ordered him to drive them to a 5 star hotel—where while at it, he called the hotel and booked a tower suite for him. When they arrived, the hotel's concierge—who already familiar with his face because of his frequent visits—helped him carried Kyou to the room.
Ignoring the alarm from his conscience and following his lust only, he made the worst decision that could never be undone.
[to be continued]
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*1dk : [Originally LDK; Living, Dining, Kitchen.] It's an abbreviation frequently used in the world of Japanese real estate to describe apartments. 1dk means 1 room seperated into two, one for kitchen, one for [practically] living.
**Nigiri : Nigiri sushi is commonly called two kinds sushi because it involves two ingredients: sushi rice and a single topping usually takes the form of a type of seafood.
***Ossan : Rude term for middle-aged man; uncle.
****Side-dish : Another terminology of the items that's used to rouse the desire for masturbation. Usually porns or a picture of someone they like.
Labels: BL, sex, story, strong language
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