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Consciousness hit Ren Amamiya like a truck, slamming into the young man’s brain and mercilessly rousing him from a deep slumber. Ren groaned loudly and attempted to open his eyes; he had no success, his eyelids remaining gummy and heavy with sleep. This was very strange – he never took to waking up this badly. Having Makoto Niijima as a long-term girlfriend did that to a man; even as loosened up as she now was, that woman did not tolerate wasting daylight.
Where even was he? How long had he been out? He seemed to be on a bed, at least, so that was a good sign; even if it seemed much softer and bigger than he was used to…
“Oh, you’re awake!”
A voice cut through the fog that was Ren’s head, sounding like a siren in his paralysed mind. Still, even now, there was something strange about it. Ren was no stranger to being woken up by a female voice, but this one seemed very different to his usual morning bedmate. Higher, softer, gentler…that was unmistakeably the voice of Haru Okumura.
Ren grumbled in a mix of disorientation and confusion, and Haru’s voice cut in again. “It’s OK, Ren-kun, I’ve got you. Take it easy…”
Haru…yes, that made sense. Ren’s memory was beginning to come back to him now as the sleep faded – he’d been with Haru at her house. Both he and Makoto tried to keep up with all of their old Phantom Thieves comrades as much as they could, and it had been Haru’s turn today while Makoto was off on a weekend training boot camp. They’d had a nice lunch, chatted about their lives, discussed Haru’s future business plans…then she’d unveiled a particular new blend for them to test that she was planning on introducing when she opened her café. Ren had taken a cup, commented on the taste and flavour as best he could….and then that was it. Nothing coherent past that. Ren frowned as his face scrunched up, trying to remember – what had happened to him?
Even as he lay there with his eyes shut, Ren felt a soft hand trailing across his forehead. Haru’s gentle voice was coming from somewhere across from him, her tone soothing and calming. “You’re thinking far too hard, it’s written all over your face. Just calm down, I’ve got you. Everything’s fine…”
It could not have been more obvious that everything was not fine.
Ren wrenched his eyes open, bracing himself for the light. He needn’t have bothered – he was instead greeted with a pleasantly low light level, with the curtains drawn, darkness outside, and…candles? Scented candles at that, if his nose was to be believed. This was Haru’s bedroom, he could tell that much, but why was he here? How long had he been here? Why was the room decorated like this?
What the hell was going on?
Ren’s eyes looked over to the side, and there sat Haru Okumura, her hand withdrawing to her lap from his forehead. She looked down and met his gaze, her brown eyes lighting up with excitement.
“Oh, you’re OK!” Haru cheered, clapping her hands together. “I’m so glad!”
Ren blinked blearily at her, trying to place the odd dissonance he could feel in this whole scene. He squinted closer at his friend; she seemed the same as ever, even wearing the same light pink dress that she’d been wearing earlier, but something seemed...off about her, something he couldn’t quite place. There was something that just felt wrong about all of this; something very, very wrong. He made to try and sit up, to try and get his bearings and sort himself out… but his hands refused to move.
Ren’s remaining sleepiness was forced from him by a rush of adrenaline and panic as he looked up and felt his heart stop; his hands were handcuffed together, tied to the centre of the bed’s metal frame. Ren’s eyes widened and his heart rate spiked, panic flooding through him; he’d been handcuffed only twice before, and they were the two worst days of his life. He jerked and shook his arms as hard as he could, trying as hard as he could to tamp down the panic, but the strong metal didn’t budge.
“Haru…” Ren said slowly, turning back to his friend. She wasn’t helping him, nor did it look like she was going to; rather, she seemed to be watching his futile efforts with interest. “What’s going on here?”
Haru folded her hands in her lap, pouting slightly as his harsh tone. “Well, I was hoping to discuss it at my own pace, but no matter…”
Haru fell silent, her lips moving as she silently mumbled to herself. Ren looked on in increasing unease; even leaving aside his own position, it was beginning to look like something was seriously not right with his friend. He opened his mouth to speak, to ask, but Haru snapped her head back up jerkily and began to speak before he could.
“I’ve come to realise something, Ren-kun.” Haru said, her hands twisting and folding in her lap. “Something about the ubiquity of the idea of legacy, of leaving something behind you. I must confess to being naive on the subject before, assuming that the obsession was a character trait unique to my father, but it appears that to be a part of a family like mine is to be preoccupied with heritage, with continuation of the line.”
Haru looked back into her lap, her hands gripping her knees and an emotive thickness entering her voice. “And even if you don’t care, others will care greatly about it on your behalf. Even if you explicitly don’t want them to. And if you’re a young, single woman at top of a major corporation, there will be a lot of people willing to care about the subject for you.”
“Haru...” Ren tried. She ignored him completely.
“I was a fool. I didn’t realise any of this.” Haru continued, her head still downcast, her voice thickening further with unshed tears. “I thought living a quiet, unattached life as a majority shareholder was my decision to make. I thought it would signal that I wanted to be left to set up my cafe in peace. But no, I was wrong! It turns out that it’s actually an open invitation for every last man I meet to try and write himself into the Okumura family tree!”
“Haru, I-” Ren tried again, surreptitiously trying to slide his hands free. No luck. She continued to ignore his words and struggles entirely.
“I received a marriage proposal this week, Ren.” Haru said, lifting her head back up and looking her friend in the face. There was something brittle behind those soft brown eyes. Something broken. “Another one. From yet another man nearly triple my age. And, of course, there was no humility involved, nothing close to respect; he acted like he was doing me a favour. As if it was my dream to settle down with a middle-aged, overweight, balding man from the upper reaches of my deceased father’s company, and he was helping me out. The closest his proposal got to any emotion were the lewd insinuations about ‘consummating the partnership’ and the leering at my chest.”
“Haru, I-”
“But come on! It’s always the chest!” Haru wailed, taking hold of her impressive endowments and jiggling them around, which Ren tried very hard not to look at. “I know they’re big, but they’re not that big! It’s possible to look elsewhere! They don’t have their own gravity, Ren!”
“Haru, please.” Ren said slowly, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible. Shouting or getting angry would do him no good; something had obviously snapped inside his friend, and he needed to play this as carefully as he could to try and bring her back out of it. “I’m so sorry that that’s been happening to you, and you can always come to any of us with any problems that you’re having...but how does that lead to me being handcuffed to your bed?”
Haru’s mood changed so fast it almost made Ren’s head spin; her shoulders relaxed, her mouth curved into a cheery grin and the light came back into her eyes and demeanour. It was both bewildering and terrifying.
“Ah, yes!” Haru said brightly, clapping her hands together again. “I’ve devised a solution for this. These older men keep propositioning me because I’m seen as easily available and innocently virginial, right? Well, I know exactly how to throw them off!”
Ren frowned, still completely lost as to where she was going with this.
“I’m going to have a baby!”
Ren stared blankly at his manically grinning friend, a terrible possibility beginning to brew in his mind. “Please don’t tell me...”
“Well I can’t make a baby on my own, Ren-kun.” Haru said patronisingly, looking down at him fondly. “And I can only think of one man that I would ever want to contribute to the continuation of the Okumura line.”
Ren’s answer was blunt and delivered without a moment of hesitation.
“No.”
Haru stared at him, her smile still eerily fixed, his words not even seeming to make it to her ears. Ren struggled against his bonds again, trying to look and sound as authoritative as he could while keeping on top of the mounting alarm inside him, the sense that events were about to pull away from him very quickly. “Haru, I’m not ready or willing to be a father yet. And even if I were, I’m with Makoto, not you. I’m sorry if you still…feel that way about me, but the two of you discussed this. You accepted it. This all happened years ago.”
His words seemed to finally hit home, but in a way very different to how Ren had hoped. Haru’s face dropped the eerie smile, instead twisting abruptly at the mention of Ren’s girlfriend, her eyes becoming dark and dangerous. Ren couldn’t understand the sudden hostility – Makoto was Haru’s best friend. They lived together during college semesters, were each others’ closest confidants and most enthusiastic supporters. The two girls had, to Ren’s knowledge, never fallen out over anything. Yet now, Haru’s expression was filled with nothing but sulky, petulant, resentful rage, and Ren felt a chill run down his spine at the sight – this must have been how all those Shadows felt.
“Yes, Mako-chan did claim you first.” Haru seethed in a low voice, crossing her arms and pouting. “Beautiful, lovely Mako-chan, with that chic haircut and tiny waist and eye-catching behind of hers in those clingy bike leathers. The Perfect Council President always gets what she wants.”
Haru glared across the room, her voice lowering further into resentful muttering. Against his better judgement, Ren followed her gaze...and immediately wished that he hadn’t.
Axes. The whole opposing wall was taken up with them, all neatly arranged in a long line with their blades freshly polished to a mirror sheen. Ren vaguely recognised a lot of them as being from Haru’s time as Noir, but several others were entirely new to his eyes, and they all looked incredibly sharp. Ren felt his blood run cold – he’d disposed of almost all his old Thief gear. Makoto had too, as had Yusuke, Ryuji and Sumire. Ann had copped some good-natured teasing from the others when she admitted to keeping a couple of the whips, for...personal reasons, but this was on a whole different level. Haru keeping every single axe he’d ever given her on any of their adventures together, displaying them all openly in her bedroom, and spending what looked to be a lot of time impeccably maintaining them all? This wasn’t nostalgia, or preparedness...this was compulsive. This was unhealthy.
She’d even wrapped some of them in pink bows.
Ren felt his sense of immediate, horrifying danger increasing with every second that Haru kept glowering and muttering, but no sooner had his panic reached a fever pitch than the girl quickly swung moods again, perking up with that creepy grin back on her face. “Still, it doesn’t matter. It will be OK. I’m only borrowing you for a bit, then Mako-chan can have you back.”
How Makoto herself would feel about this arrangement didn’t seem to cross Haru’s mind, and after seeing how the manic heiress had looked at those axes the last time his girlfriend’s name was mentioned, Ren wasn’t in a hurry to bring it up.
“Haru, I’m not doing this.” Ren said strongly, trying to put his foot down on his friend’s mad ranting. As worried as he was about being stuck in a room with a seemingly unhinged woman and her huge axe collection, he had to at least try and stand for himself, try to assert some control of the situation.
However, it was quickly made horrifyingly clear to him just how little control he had.
“Oh?” Haru said, sounding genuinely confused. “When did I say that your agreement was needed, Ren-kun?”
Ren froze, his eyes widening in sudden fear and the floor opening out from under him. He could tell that something had gone very badly wrong with his friend, in ways that were unnerving and genuinely scary, but surely she wasn’t far enough gone that she would force herself on an unwilling partner? Haru Okumura was a hero, a good and kind young woman with the face of an angel and a heart of gold. Surely she would have enough basic decency that his refusal to participate would have at least some impact on her willingness to do this?
Ren’s question was soon answered, in the most unpleasant way. Haru launched herself out of her chair and sprang forwards with almost inhuman speed, landing on her bed and swinging herself on top of Ren. Ren looked down in panic as the brown-haired girl crawled up his body, her heavy, hanging breasts rubbing against his chest as she went. He jerked and thrashed, trying to shake her off, but it was to no avail.
“Haru, get off me!”
“Hush.” Haru said softly, cupping his cheek in her hand and moving in for a kiss. Ren defiantly jammed his lips together and attempted to headbutt her, and Haru pulled back with a scowl. She straddled his waist, and looked down at him, those soft brown eyes gleaming in the candlelight. “You’re being very mean, Ren-kun. Ah well, I suppose you only want to do that with perfect Mako-chan. I’ll accept it, but I won’t forget it. You’ll have to make it up to me.”
Haru’s hands shot to Ren’s collar and began unbuttoning his shirt. Ren protested, but his words were ignored; Haru’s eyes were locked fixatedly on his slowly-revealing bare chest, and she was completely deaf to anything else. Her breathing came faster and more unevenly as she stared, until she undid the final button and her restraint ran out. The curly-haired girl dove forwards, running her hands across Ren’s exposed torso, even as the bound man tried to buck her off, rattling his handcuffs against the bedhead.
“Mmm, so strong.” Haru murmured, stroking Ren’s chest even as she kissed at his strong stomach. “Oh, you’re everything I always dreamed...I’m sorry but I just can’t contain it!”
Ren looked down in dismay as Haru pressed herself to him, groping and feeling every inch of his body and sloppily kissing everywhere she could reach. It was beginning to dawn on the cocky and talented former Thief, as the deranged woman slurped away on his nipple, that he was truly helpless – Haru could do anything she liked to him, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“...Ahem.” Haru said hastily, shaking her head slightly as she moved back to her straddling position, looking embarrassed. “I...lost myself there temporarily. I don’t know what came over me...please don’t let that lapse lower your opinion of me, Ren-kun.”
Ren stared incredulously at her. “Trust me, it hasn’t gotten any lower.”
For a brief moment, Haru’s eyes hardened, her fingers twitching like they were going to ball into fists. But then it was gone, and the mad cheer was back. She lifted herself up and off him, but any relief Ren felt at the loss of her body pressing him down was short-lived, as she immediately began fidgeting with his belt.
Ren frowned in concentration, even as Haru slid his belt off and threw it away, his old Thief brain spotting an opportunity. He watched his captor like a hawk as she undid his jeans with shaking, excited hands, waiting for his moment. He didn’t relish having to do this, but she had left him with no choice.
“Oh, Ren...” Haru trilled, as she slid the denim past his knees. “You don’t know how happy this makes me.”
“I think I’m getting some idea...” Ren muttered, putting up a token resistance even as his bare legs were revealed. Just one moment, that would be all he needed. Haru finally got his jeans off, freeing his legs, throwing the denim to the floor with a cry of minor triumph. Now.
Ren kicked out as hard as he could.
Haru took the blow straight to the face, the full force of Ren’s strong leg slamming into her unprepared skull. The momentum knocked her backwards, pitching her over the edge of the bed. Ren saw his friend tumble out of view, crashing into the hard floor with a loud thump.
She didn’t move.
Ren exhaled, both relief and regret welling up inside him. He’d hated having to do that – Haru was his friend, and they had been through so much together – but she’d truly left him with no alternatives. Hopefully she wouldn’t be concussed once she woke up – she’d clearly taken leave of her senses, and he’d been entirely within his right to stop her however he could, but he didn’t want to kill her.
Ren quickly began shaking and sliding his hands frantically, trying desperately to work them free of the unyielding metal. All he needed to do now was get free of these handcuffs, then he could call Makoto, get Haru secured, and then the three of them could sit down and have a long talk about this…
But then a soft voice rang out, and Ren froze, the chill of genuine fear going through him.
“That was mean.”
Haru pulled herself up from the floor, very much conscious and very, very angry. A livid red mark sat across her face from Ren’s kick, making the curly-haired girl look even more unhinged as she got to her feet. Without a word she turned away from Ren and stalked across the room…towards the row of axes.
Ren blinked. He was in really deep shit now.
“Hmm…” Haru pondered, putting a hand on her chin and walking along the line, looking intently at each of the weapons, seemingly weighing up the virtues of each in her mind. Every time she reached the end of the line without picking one up, Ren felt a brief twinge of hope…only for the heiress to turn sharply on her heel and begin the walk anew in the opposite direction.
Backwards and forwards Haru went, her lips thinning further with each pass. The air was becoming thicker and tenser with every moment of this, Ren waiting with bated breath to see what his maddened friend would do. He was fairly sure that she wouldn’t kill him – she wanted other things from him, after all – but with her current instability that certainty was somewhat less ironclad than he would have liked it.
Weighing up whether his friend was about to execute him or not really should have stopped being an issue with the disappearance of Goro Akechi.
“Aha.” Haru said quietly, seeming to reach a conclusion. She reached out and took hold of her chosen tool – a particularly large, double-headed axe, with a long wooden handle and gleaming silver blades. Haru hefted the weapon without issue, adjusting her grip and balance, and despite his horrible circumstances, Ren still found himself somewhat impressed. Most of the old Phantom Thieves had let their physical conditioning slip somewhat since retirement - judging by how easily Haru was lifting and swinging a substantial mass of wood and metal, Noir had clearly not.
Haru twirled gracefully on the spot and began to advance on the bed, the axe sitting lightly in her hands. Ren felt his heartbeat pounding faster and faster, his breathing becoming shallower as she drew closer. The sheer dissonance of what he was looking at was almost funny – a sweet, gentle-looking young woman with a soft face, wide brown eyes, fluffy hair, a floaty pink dress...and an enormous double-headed axe. Haru looked positively murderous, and Ren’s panic reached a crescendo – he’d misjudged horribly, and this mad, demented Haru was going to kill him. It was over.
Haru stood over Ren, and lifted the axe high. Ren closed his eyes and braced – this was certainly going to be tricky to explain in the afterlife once he got there. He could almost hear Akechi laughing at him already.
I’m so sorry, Makoto.
The axe slammed down.
There was a moment of silence, before the distinct lack of a sharp metallic impact followed by blinding pain caught Ren’s attention. He…didn’t appear to be dead yet. He let another couple of seconds pass. Still no death. That was odd. Ren tentatively opened his eyes.
Haru’s axe was embedded deep into the wall above his head, buried deep enough to remain dead still without wobbling. The sheer strength of the blow was evident even from his less-than-optimal position; the sharp metal had sheared right through the plaster, as well as the wall itself behind it, possibly even into the brickwork. Then there was the terrifying woman herself, stood over the macabre sight, her arms folded and a dissonantly cute pout on her face.
“I have been quite reasonable so far, Ren-kun.” Haru said chidingly, the icy fury in her voice making Ren wince. “I appreciate that I sprung this on you quite quickly, and that could be disorienting. I have endeavoured to be as calm and understanding as I can, but I am losing patience with your tantrums. So…”
Haru leant down and slapped Ren hard across the face. His head smacked sideways with the force of the slap, an angry red mark forming on his cheek to match the one his attempted attack had given her. Haru glowered down at him, her hand raised threateningly. “No more of that, Ren-kun. I would really prefer to return you to Mako-chan undamaged, and it would be terrible if something were to prevent that. Are we clear?”
Ren nodded silently, half an eye still on the axe embedded in the wall. Haru had left that there for only one reason – a warning. If he stepped out of line…that would be him. Haru was seemingly even more unhinged than he’d accounted for…there was no telling what she would do the next time he displeased her.
“Excellent!” Haru said cheerily, clapping her hands and doing a little jump for joy. Her enormous swing in mood was as inexplicable as it was terrifying, and the brown-haired girl immediately set to yanking down Ren’s boxers. Very aware of the precariousness of his position, Ren kept his legs very still this time, and soon he was completely naked before Haru’s ravenous eyes.
“Ohh, this is lovely!” Haru said approvingly, lightly toying at Ren’s soft cock with her hand. Ren gritted his teeth, trying not to lash out or retaliate even as his most intimate area was fondled and violated, every inch of his skin crawling in disgust and revulsion. He just needed to think about something else, anything else. He just needed to be somewhere where this wasn’t happening.
Soon, the continued softness of Ren’s penis drew Haru’s attention. She looked across to Ren, a bewilderingly innocent, soft frown of confusion on her face. “Is there a problem, Ren-kun?”
“Just a couple.” Ren said through gritted teeth, the brazenness of Haru’s questioning pushing past his caution. “I’ve been drugged, knocked out, tied to a bed, threatened with an axe and now someone other than Makoto is toying around with my dick against my will. Kind of killing my buzz.”
This was the wrong thing to say.
“Hmph.” Haru huffed, her frown deepening further at his snarky response. Ren felt a sudden chill of fear at the barely-veiled threatening look in her eyes, and quickly shut up.
“I’m getting rather tired of your attitude, Ren.” Haru said primly, taking her hand off his cock and pouting at him again. “A bit of enthusiasm would be good. I’m actually kind of hurt.”
“A bit of enthusia- Haru, I don’t want to have sex with you.”
“But you’re going to, Ren.” Haru said, speaking slowly and clearly as if she were explaining something very simple to someone very slow. “There’s no point getting angry about it. So stop being so grumpy, and just look at the positives.”
Ren just stared at her, completely thrown by Haru’s bizarre suggestion. The idea that he ‘find the positives’ in being sexually assaulted was so absurd, so insane, that he honestly didn’t know what to say. Eventually a single word crept out, in a tone of total disbelief.
“…positives?”
“Well, yes.” Haru said, quirking her head in confusion at his tone. “I might not be as trim and prim as your beloved Mako-chan, but I like to think I have virtues of my own, Ren.”
Haru got to her feet and twirled elegantly, her dress fanning out around her. She stopped on a point with the elegance and precision of a ballet dancer, looking down at Ren with an expression of smug satisfaction. Ren watched with mounting alarm as Haru’s hands drifted to the front of her dress, slowly fiddling with the top button and working it open, exposing some of her upper chest. Haru’s fingers moved to the next button, and Ren began to panic. He didn’t want to watch this, but at the same time he didn’t want to find out what Haru would do if he looked away.
Just don’t look, don’t see it. Think of Makoto, think of Makoto.
And he tried. He really, really tried. Even as Haru steadily undid her buttons, revealing just a sliver of her weighty cleavage, Ren strove not to see it. He thought of Makoto, of her subtle curves and elegant hair, her adorable determination and fierce love. Haru’s slim hands began to slowly, teasingly pull her dress open, revealing just a hint of her sky-blue bra.
“My apologies for the delay, Ren. You see, I actually have to make an effort to pull my clothes off.” Haru said brightly, as inch after inch of her slim shoulders and sharp collarbones came into view. “I’m afraid I can’t compete with Mako-chan on the efficiency front – she’s so flat, clothes must just fall off her.”
Ren blinked and stared straight ahead, trying to be as unseeing as possible even as Haru’s dress slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor. He couldn’t give into this, he couldn’t betray Makoto. He would hold. He would be strong.
“Come on, Ren.” Haru said teasingly, cupping his chin with her hand and directing his gaze downwards at her exposed body. “You can’t tell me Mako-chan can match this.”
Haru’s body was, in a word, soft. Where Makoto was all clean lines and svelte muscle, Haru was bounteous curves and almost overbearing femininity. The fluffy-haired girl had a supple softness to her stomach that contrasted greatly with Makoto’s taut, flat abdomen, and her pale skin was smooth and impeccably maintained. The style of underwear was like a lightning bolt to Ren’s eyes, too; Makoto very rarely wore anything more than a basic sports bra and panties, not seeing any practical reason to wear anything more. Haru’s underwear, on the other hand, was practically made entirely of lace; sky-blue fabric embraced and enhanced her every curve, with a frilly garter belt sitting in place alongside her semi-transparent panties.
“Come on, Ren…” Haru hummed temptingly, leaning forwards and giving him a view right down her very impressive cleavage. Ren blinked; Haru’s breasts were an awful lot bigger than Makoto’s, and he hated himself for even noticing it. “Tell me I’m not beautiful.”
“I-it’s not about that.” Ren said, trying to imbue his voice with as much steel as possible under the circumstances. “I’m with Makoto. She’s the only girl for me. It doesn’t matter how you look.”
“Sounds like an excuse, Ren-kun.” Haru trilled, teasingly running a finger up his chest. She reached up and jiggled her bra-clad breasts, bouncing them and showing off their soft weight before Ren’s unwilling eyes. “I know you’re enjoying the view.”
Ren set his jaw and steeled himself, trying his best to keep his body under control. Haru’s method was as obvious as it was practical; utilise a mix of ultraviolent threats and her body’s sheer sex appeal to bypass his conscious mind and appeal directly to his base instincts, his body’s primal, mechanical responses. The worst part was, it was working. Ren could feel a slight tingling in his crotch as Haru continued to bend and sway around him, putting her curvy, sultry body entirely on display before his unwilling grey eyes.
“You’re faltering, Ren.” Haru said smugly, teasing at the sensitised head of his cock with the tips of her fingers. Ren exhaled shakily, but said nothing. Haru pouted again, rubbing his balls with a slight scratch from her nails. “This really would be a lot easier if you would just admit it and stop being so difficult.”
Ren remained stubbornly silent, his dick still soft, and Haru frowned and backed away from him. For a desperate, hopeful moment, Ren thought she might have given up, but then a light of inspiration came into her eyes. Smiling serenely down at him, Haru blew him a kiss, and spun around.
Ren’s eyes went wide as he stared, unable to take his eyes away as a pair of jiggly, round cheeks came into view. Haru’s ass was full and soft, so different from Makoto’s still big, yet tighter roundness. The heiress giggled as she bobbed up and down, steadily working her lacy panties down her legs, and sending ripples jiggling through the pale, fatty globes. Ren bit his lip and tried to look away, forcing down any inappropriate thoughts. Despite the horror of the situation, Ren’s animal brain was beginning to respond to Haru’s teasing and, try as he might to deny it, some small part of him ached to sink his hands into Haru’s big, soft rear.
“Ooh, looks like someone likes the view.” Haru said, smiling happily as she turned back around. Despite himself, Ren felt his eyes flick briefly over Haru’s exposed mound; puffy, damp, and topped with characteristic brown curls. Unfortunately, his tormentor didn’t miss his brief look, and her smile grew even wider. “I always knew you’d like a girl with curves, Ren. It’s why I never understood you settling for Mako-chan.”
Ren scowled at Haru with all the ferocity he could muster, even if the intensity of his protective glare was spoilt somewhat due to his helpless predicament. Still, he couldn’t let that pass. “Don’t talk about Makoto like that; I didn’t settle for her, she settled for me. She’s the most beautiful girl in Tokyo.”
For a moment, Haru’s eyes hardened again, her fists clenching by her sides as her lips thinned. Ren shivered slightly at the genuinely vicious cold that passed over her expression, before it faded abruptly and that unnervingly bright smile came back, his words seemingly sliding from her perception and leaving not a single trace behind. Without another word Haru jumped onto the bed and crawled over to Ren, letting her heavy breasts hang beneath her as she draped herself over his bare chest.
“But it’s true, Ren.” Haru purred, swinging her leg over his torso and straddling his waist. Ren gulped, trying not to register the soft warmth of Haru’s well-padded posterior rubbing against his stomach; it felt far too pleasant for him to be comfortable with. Haru looked down at him, teasing at his nipples with her fingertips, her brown eyes smug at his conflicted expression. “You know it. You might have decided to settle for skinny, wiry Mako-chan, but you long for a real woman.”
“Haru.” Ren said thickly, trying to keep himself composed and angry in the face of Haru’s very distracting actions. Makoto deserved to be defended, she didn’t deserve this kind of attack from her deranged ‘best friend’. “Get off.”
“Oh, I will.” Haru said, her tone leaving no room for doubt. “And so will you. Maybe then you’ll finally stop denying your own happiness.”
Ren stared as impassively as he could. Haru smiled in his face, pointedly reaching back and unsnapping the catch of her bra, holding the cups teasingly and tilting her head. “Want to see?”
“No.”
“Liar.” Haru said reprovingly, and let the lacy bra drop. Despite his best efforts, Ren felt his eyes drag downwards, taking in Haru’s uncovered chest for the first time.
It was obvious to anyone who saw her that Makoto didn’t have much going on in the breast area, especially when compared to almost all of her friends. She was flatter than any of the Phantom Thief girls except Futaba, and nobody was more aware of it than Makoto herself, who had been quite insecure about it early in their relationship; covering her small, perky tits and always insisting on facing away during sex, among other things. Ren had gradually worked her down, insisting that her loved her how she was, and that her modest endowment was perfect for her overall frame and build. And he’d meant every word.
But when faced with what Haru was sporting, Ren still couldn’t look away. The Okumura heiress’ tits were fat and round, the pert mounds sitting heavy on her chest and almost drooping under their own weight. The expanse of pale, perfect skin drew Ren’s unwilling eyes like a magnet, lingering on her big, pink-brown areolae and stiffening nipples. With the bra removed the fatty flesh spilled free, and Haru wasted no time in tantalisingly shaking her assets back and forth. The movement sent ripples across her pillowy chest, and Ren gulped, feeling another very slight tingle in his crotch.
“Come on, Ren...” Haru purred, arching her back and pushing her chest forwards. Ren blinked and tried to look away, but Haru cupped his chin and firmly pulled him back. “I’m sure Mako-chan has her charms, but you can’t tell me you don’t want to get your hands on these.”
Ren closed his eyes, his breathing quickening and heart pounding. He loved Makoto, and only Makoto. All Haru’s advances were filling him with nothing but fear and disgust, he felt nothing for her. It didn’t matter how pretty the heiress was, or how temptingly big and soft her tits had looked…
Ren’s cock gave a small twitch.
“Ooh, now we’re getting somewhere.” Haru said brightly, and Ren felt her weight shift forwards on his body. Before he could react, there was suddenly a soft, pillowy warmth engulfing his lower face. Ren tried to back up, tried to recoil, but the cuffs and the headboard left him no space to retreat.
“Eyes open, Ren-kun.” Haru sang, and Ren heard her hand grasp around the axe handle, working the metal back and forth a bit. A jolt of fear ran through Ren at the noise and he immediately opened his eyes as instructed; he might be betraying Makoto by looking, but he was sure that she would rather that than have him face decapitation.
“Good boy.” Haru said soothingly as she pushed a nipple onto Ren’s closed mouth, clumsily rubbing the big, soft breast across his face. Ren kept his lips firmly sealed, trying to ignore the pleasant warmth as much as he could, even as a stiffening nub rubbed against his mouth. Haru frowned again, pointedly flicking her eyes up to the suspended axe. “Open up.”
Conceding defeat out of nothing but fear, Ren opened his mouth and Haru immediately pushed forwards, a firm, pinkish bud finding its place between Ren’s lips. Haru raised an eyebrow, and rather than provoke her any further, Ren began to gently suck on the stiffening nipple.
Another twitch. More tingling.
“Aaaaah….” Haru moaned indecently, putting a hand on the back of Ren’s head and pulling his face closer to her chest. Her nipple stiffened between Ren’s lips, his nose and jaw pushing into the softness of her large breast. “Oh Ren, that feels so good…keep sucking…”
Ren shuddered as inwardly as he could, trying his best to dissociate himself from what he was doing…and his own body’s burgeoning reaction. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t happening…
“Just imagine it, Ren.” Haru panted, her eyes staring down at him in manic hunger as she fondled her other breast with her free hand, pinching and teasing at the sensitive peak. “Just imagine what it will be like once you give me what I want. They’ll get bigger.”
Ren’s eyes flicked wildly to Haru’s face, even as he desperately tried to block the flood of images her words were conjuring up. It was a hopeless battle, and Haru knew it, cupping her free breast and twisting the knife further. “Oh yes, so much bigger. Big enough to leave even Ann-chan in the dust. Heavy, and hard, and round…they’ll bounce and jiggle with my every step, full to the bursting with milk for your child…”
Ren closed his eyes and shook, trying to keep control, but it was too late – Haru’s flood of gravid, indecent filth had found its mark, and Ren’s cock was beginning to twitch and stiffen. His nakedness offered nowhere to hide and his shaft began to rise, thickening with blood even as he prayed for it to stop. Ren tried to play it obliviously, but he was so far out of control of the situation it was almost comical. Haru felt the new protrusion brush slightly at her lower back, and grinned in triumph. “Sounds like someone’s finally come out to play. Come on, just that bit more…”
Haru withdrew her breast from Ren’s mouth, before sitting back and grinding against Ren’s hardening shaft. Ren bit his lip, straining with all he had even as the warm press of Haru’s soft ass took him the rest of the way to full arousal. He’d never felt more ashamed, but that feeling wasn’t filtering down to his body – Haru had him exactly where she wanted him, and there was nothing he could do about it.
“There it is.” Haru crooned, as Ren’s cock reached full mast. She lifted herself up and off, reaching down and giving the hard shaft a few experimental tugs. The well-sized cock remained turgid and ready, some drops of precum oozing from the tip, which Haru wasted no time in swiping up with her thumb. She licked it off ostentatiously, before looking to the fearful Ren in delight. “That wasn’t so difficult, now was it? Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Ren didn’t reply, his expression slack and full of defeat. Haru chose to let that pass this time, her body quivering with anticipation as she took hold of his cock again and lifted it into position under her tight, pink slit. Ren’s swollen head brushed against her outer lips, and both of them shuddered at the feeling – albeit for very different reasons.
“Are you ready, Ren?” Haru asked breathlessly, her brown eyes alight with expectation as she fought to keep herself up, just a hint of her velvety warmth sending shivers through Ren’s lower body. Her face was quavering with uncanny delight, a slight hint of drool coming from her mouth as she panted heavily.
“P-please…”
Ren looked up at her, his voice shaking and damp eyes pleading. He knew it was hopeless, knew this was it…but he had to try, one last time. “Haru, please. Please don’t do this. Please let me go.”
Without a word, Haru’s mood softened. Her shoulders dropped; her demeanour immediately cooled. She smiled fondly at him, reaching down and cupping his chin. The smile was the least manic thing he’d seen from her all night, and the gesture was so soft, so caring…for a moment, Ren thought he’d got through to her. For a brief instant, one beautiful moment, he saw his friend again.
Then Haru dropped herself down.
Ren jerked back with an involuntary cry as Haru’s wet warmth engulfed him, his shaft sinking deep into Haru’s soaked folds. Driven by maniacal lust, Haru was tighter than Makoto had ever been, clenching around Ren’s stiff cock with all the strength she could muster. Haru sighed happily as she sank deeper and deeper, inch after inch of cock disappearing inside her as she took him in, her body shivering in bliss and her eyes almost rolling back.
“Gah!” Ren cried, feeling a horrible rush of pleasure flow through him as he bottomed out inside Haru, the rub of hot, naked flesh speaking to something primal within him. He shook his head and tried to distance himself, tried to get some respite, but to no avail; his hips were already beginning to buck and jerk upwards into Haru’s fat rear.
“Oh, Ren, yes!” Haru cried exultantly, her gaze wild and mad at the culmination of her dream. She looked down at the distraught Ren, her glazed eyes not even seeing his distress. “Oh my, oh Ren it feels so good, you feel so big inside me! I’m addicted to it already!”
Not waiting to hear another word from him, Haru lifted herself up, Ren whimpering again at the feeling of her slick, warm folds rubbing against him, before immediately dropping herself back down. She did it again, and again, and again, each time speeding up, until she was hammering herself down onto him, slamming her wide hips down onto his pelvis with mighty force.
Ren strained with all his might, his expression taut and panicked. He hated this, he hated every moment of it, but on a purely mechanical level Haru’s cunt felt really, really good. His mind fought against his body, the former trying desperately to reverse the treachery of the latter. The room filled with the slapping of flesh as Haru imposed herself on him, the once-unstoppable Joker brought low and helpless as his former friend stole everything from him. Ren’s attempted stoicism lasted far longer than it had any right to, but eventually the dam burst, and the pleasure came flooding in.
“I can’t imagine ever wanting another man again after this!” Haru cried, holding herself steady on Ren’s chest as she bucked herself up and down, impaling herself over and over on Ren’s cock. “This is incredible, I’ve never felt so good in my whole life! Just keep fucking me, Ren, please!”
Ren could only groan incoherently in response, his mind awash with both primal lust and rampant loathing. He tried his best to think of Makoto, to hold out for her sake, but Haru’s tight, slick pussy felt good in a way he couldn’t handle. Makoto was always so diligent, so sensible, so attentive to safety – not once had Ren fucked her without a condom on, and the fresh discovery of the bareback experience was sending his resistance crumbling even as he fought against it with all his might.
“Now you’re getting it!” Haru trilled as Ren’s hips bucked up into her, meeting her downward thrusts partway and almost sending her sideways. The insane brunette only increased her energy at his partial submission, rolling her hips and pinching at his nipples, arching her spine and pushing her breasts forward. “I just can’t believe how big you are inside me…”
Ren growled and shook his head, almost animalistic in his conflicted state. He didn’t want this, but his body did. He was betraying Makoto, no matter how involuntary it was on his part…and every inch of his body was screaming at him to continue. He stared almost mindlessly at Haru’s bouncing form, her large chest rippling and jiggling with her erratic, clumsy motions as his body fucked up into her. He loved Makoto, and only Makoto, but Haru’s unchained, almost obscene femininity was causing no end of trouble for him.
This was a nightmare. And the worst part was how good it felt.
Right on cue, Ren felt a warm heat beginning to coil up inside him, a slick, inexorable burn that could signal only one thing, as his upward thrusts became shallower and quicker.
“No.” Ren gasped, trying his best to hold himself back. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let that happen. For all the horrible things that Haru had done to him so far, cumming inside her would be the ultimate defeat. The ultimate humiliation. The ultimate betrayal. “No no no no no…”
“Do it, Ren!” Haru cried, the last remaining dregs of her sanity draining before Ren’s eyes as her ultimate victory drew near. She leant forward and put her hands to his throat, her mania giving her small grasp a strength it should not have possessed, cutting off any protests or complaints that might come from her cuffed leader. “I want you to breed me, Ren. Fuck me hard, fuck a baby into me! And I’m going to ride your cock until I’m packed full of your cum, and totally sure that I’ll be carrying your child!”
Ren roared hoarsely in frustration and pain as his body’s resistance gave out, his orgasm rolling through him like a thunderstorm and smiting all in its wake. His cock jerked and spasmed, firing ropes of hot, sticky cum into Haru’s waiting cunt, filling the desperate woman and sending her sprawling with a delighted scream. Haru’s eyes rolled back in delight and bliss as Ren’s twitching cock pumped her full of cum. She took no mercy as she felt the warm liquid spraying inside her; instead she rolled her hips more, grinding against him, even reaching back to toy with his tightened balls, milking every possible drop of white from him. Eventually she’d had her fill and she lifted herself off his softening cock, lying back on the bed with an expression of vacant bliss.
Ren also lay still, sinking back into the softness of Haru’s bed, but his emotions were very different. Now that the immediate rush of horrific pleasure was beginning to recede, the other aspects of his predicament were beginning to make themselves known – the ache in his hips, the burn in his well-used dick, the painful sting of his wrists, rubbed red and raw by the unyielding metal handcuffs. How was he ever going to explain that to Makoto…?
Ren hung his head, a sob threatening to escape his overwhelmed mind. Makoto. He’d betrayed her, he’d failed her. How would he ever be able to look into her eyes again, now that he’d impregnated another woman? He’d tell her, of course he would, but how could she ever be expected to…
SLURP
Ren’s spiral into misery was brought to a sudden end as a hot, velvety sensation suddenly engulfed the tip of his soft cock, sending his hips jerking away. Rean cried out in pain, the new sensation proving far too hot, far too much, for his sensitive genitals. He looked down, his blood chilling at the sight; Haru had regained some semblance of consciousness, and was licking and slurping at his head, a focussed look on her face.
“Haru, please…” Ren pleaded brokenly, trying to pull away as far as he could. He was sore, he was tired, he was overwhelmed. “Please, just let me be…”
“Oh don’t be silly, Ren-kun.” Haru said brightly, looking up at him with a deranged, contented happiness in her face. “No businesswoman takes a risk on the first try of something this important – what if it didn’t take?”
Ren’s eyes widened, staring down at Haru in unabashed fear. “You can’t mean…”
“Oh yes.” Haru said, grinning widely. She began gently teasing and stroking at Ren’s soft shaft with the tips of her fingers, sending shivers of overstimulated pleasure up his spine as the organ began to stiffen again.
“I’m going to have to be…especially sure.”