The Seduction of Desire

Volume I

“In the bustling city, various modes of transportation weave through the streets, filled with the energy of youth. It’s a story where impulse and rebellion intertwine, sparked by a moment of fate. A minor accident unexpectedly connects two girls and an ordinary high school boy. No one could have predicted that this seemingly insignificant traffic incident would become a turning point in their lives, leading to unforeseen and profound changes. In the background, where the air is thick with passion and desire, every corner hides a tale of hidden longing. Beneath the surface of everyday life, the pulse of forbidden cravings beats stronger, driving the characters towards moments of reckless abandon. In this world, where impulse and temptation collide, a single spark can ignite a fire that consumes everything in its path.”

On the bustling streets, recently, new personal transportation tools have become popular—motorized skateboards, roller skates, and unicycles. The drivers are usually teenagers, darting through the crowded streets, creating dangerous situations.

But this time, it was even more excessive—a wheelchair was speeding down the sidewalk, moving far faster than a typical electric wheelchair.

Strapped in the wheelchair was a girl who appeared to be a high school student. She wore a well-designed and tailored uniform, and her long hair, tied with a cute, intricate ribbon, flowed down to her waist.

Her exposed skin on her arms, calves, and neck was so pale that it was almost blinding, a sickly whiteness that suggested a lack of sunlight. However, this paleness didn’t invoke disgust but rather a deep sense of pity. Her facial features were soft and gentle, giving her a fragile and helpless appearance. Her lips were pale, and her large, expressive eyes, upon closer inspection, seemed as deep and infinite as the universe.

Even without speaking, her eyes conveyed rebellion, excitement, frustration, resentment, and loneliness, silently revealing her inner secrets.

Behind the wheelchair, there was a footrest, on which another girl stood. Her skin was slightly tanned, likely from regular exercise, but it wasn’t the kind of deliberate tanning—her complexion was a healthy shade. Despite her young age, her chest was already well-developed, and her backside was round and firm, her long legs toned and muscular, gleaming with youthful strength. Her hair was cut short, like a boy’s.

Usually, such masculine-looking girls would have a carefree or rebellious expression, but on her resolute face was a look of worry and fear.

“Pinky, could you please slow down? We’ve already knocked over several people,” she pleaded.

“Sora, I’m disabled! What’s wrong with a disabled person riding a wheelchair on the sidewalk?”

Ignoring Sora’s anxiety and concerns, Pinky’s tone was cold and dissatisfied.

Pinky felt that Sora was ruining her rare excitement, her eyes gleaming with defiance.

“Faster!” Pinky demanded, her voice even colder.

Having spent so much time together, Sora knew that further persuasion would be useless. Despite her worries, she had no choice but to comply.

Her fingers moved to the control panel on the back of the wheelchair, increasing the speed to the maximum.

All around them, the streets were filled with the screams and curses of people they had collided with. Even Sora, if not for her slender, well-trained arms with strength far greater than her appearance suggested, would have been thrown off.

As they sped towards an intersection, Sora realized that they couldn’t safely cross and had to brake urgently, jumping to the ground to reduce the impact on Pinky in the wheelchair using her shoes’ friction.

However, in focusing on slowing down, she failed to avoid hitting a high school boy, sending him tumbling into the road. Pinky remained unharmed, thanks to her seatbelt and the wheelchair’s protective bars, though she was slightly strangled by the belt.

The boy who rolled into the street screamed in panic, while the surrounding crowd gasped and averted their eyes, unable to watch what seemed like an imminent disaster.

A motorcycle was speeding by and appeared to be on the verge of running the boy over. In a jaw-dropping maneuver, the rider lifted the front wheel, narrowly avoiding a fatal accident.

As the piercing screech of the brakes rang out, the onlookers finally breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that it wasn’t just any motorcycle but a police motorcycle.

“Are you okay?” Sora shouted as she leaped like a young panther, landing beside the boy and pulling him back to the sidewalk.

“A bit painful,” the boy muttered, still confused about what had just happened. All he knew was that a strong push from behind had almost led to his death.

“What are you two doing?” The policewoman dismounted her motorcycle and quickly approached them.

“Do you realize you could have caused a fatal accident?”

Wearing a helmet and black sunglasses, the policewoman grabbed Sora by the collar, her voice filled with authority.

The boy finally noticed that the person who had almost caused his death was a strikingly attractive girl.

“I’m sorry! We didn’t mean to,” Sora apologized with a deep bow. Her sincere attitude prevented the policewoman from slapping her.

“You’re students, aren’t you? Show me your student IDs. And you, young man, are you hurt? Do you feel any pain? I’ll call an ambulance for you now.”

“Let go of Sora! What are you doing, you violent cop?” Pinky’s voice was soft but firm.

“You delinquent girls are getting out of hand. Do you think the traffic laws are a joke?” The policewoman suppressed her anger and walked back to her motorcycle to grab her radio.

“This is Officer Nanase Chie. We’ve had a minor traffic accident near 309, Seventh Avenue. Requesting an ambulance for a possible injured pedestrian.”

After reporting the incident, Officer Nanase removed her helmet and sunglasses, revealing a head of wavy hair and determined eyes.

“Do you feel any discomfort?” she asked the boy.

“No, just some scratches.”

“Good! What’s your name?”

“Sanmoto.”

“Alright, Sanmoto, sit tight until the ambulance arrives. I’ll need to take you to the hospital for a check-up.”

As Nanase was comforting Sanmoto, Pinky nonchalantly said, “Sora, push me away.”

“But…”

Sora glanced at Sanmoto, worried, but ultimately obeyed and approached Pinky.

“You’re not going anywhere! I’m charging both of you delinquents for violating traffic laws. You’d better get ready to spend two to three years in a detention center.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! A disabled person accidentally hitting someone on the sidewalk isn’t dangerous driving,” Pinky retorted with disdainful eyes.

“You’re not fooling anyone. That wheelchair is clearly modified. Don’t underestimate Japanese law. Now, show me your student handbook.”

“It’s not like that! Pinky really is…” Sora began to explain, but Pinky shot her a sharp glare, silencing her.

“Do you think a little policewoman like you can handle me?”

Pinky’s condescending attitude pushed Nanase to the brink of her patience.

“Don’t think that sugar daddies will save you.”

“My sugar daddies aren’t ordinary old men!” Pinky retorted with a mocking tone, though a trace of melancholy flickered in her eyes.

“Stop pretending to be disabled. Hand over your student handbook.”

Nanase was often criticized by her seniors for being impulsive, but dealing with delinquents, she believed this was the most effective approach.

Nanase grabbed Pinky’s hand, slowly but firmly applying pressure.

“No, you can’t…” Sora tried to intervene, but Pinky’s fierce gaze stopped her in her tracks.

“Hey! You’d better let go, or you’ll be out of a job as a cop.”

“Hey!” Nanase reached to unbuckle Pinky’s seatbelt, determined to expose her false disability.

“Smack!”

Pinky spat at Nanase’s face.

“Slap!”

Acting purely on instinct, without thinking, Nanase slapped Pinky, leaving a red mark on her pale face, with blood trickling from her mouth.

Even Nanase was shocked by her impulsive action.

“You’ll pay for this,” Pinky said, her voice eerily calm, her confidence sending a chill down Nanase’s spine.

“You can’t treat her like that!” Sora couldn’t hold back any longer and struck Nanase in the waist with her elbow. Wincing in pain, Nanase took a few steps back, finally regaining control of her emotions.

“I was wrong just now. But show me your student handbooks and tell me your names so I can record them,” Nanase said, her voice calmer.

Sora stood in front of Pinky like a protective mother cat, facing off against Nanase with a fierce determination.

“Wait, Officer, can we just drop this?” Sanmoto intervened, seeing the tension between them.

“Sanmoto, this is a society governed by law. Everything will be handled according to the law… It’s not up to you to decide,” Nanase replied firmly.

Despite his near-death experience, Sanmoto couldn’t bring himself to pursue the matter. Watching these two beautiful girls, he felt a strange reluctance to see them punished. He didn’t want to cause any more conflict between the kind police officer and the girls.

In the end, all four of them ended up at the police station. For Sanmoto, it was just a routine process where friendly officers took his statement. As for Nanase and Pinky, they exchanged sharp words continuously. Surprisingly, even when facing higher-ranking officers, Pinky remained unfazed, even threatening to sue the police.

After a long process, some well-dressed individuals surrounded by a large entourage arrived to mediate the situation. It seemed like the issue was resolved.

The only thing the police told Sanmoto was that the case was under investigation and that, as a victim and witness, he might be called back for further questioning.

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Sanmoto was just an ordinary high school student. If there was anything unusual about him, it was that he was weaker and more timid than most. His height and weight were comparable to that of a girl his age, making him quite small for a boy. He was introverted and shy but had a strong sense of empathy, though he only dared to fantasize about things he liked without acting on them. His only real strength was his above-average compassion.

This minor traffic accident, once known to his parents, worried them for a

long time, but it didn’t affect his daily life.

His family was well-off, allowing him to live a comfortable life, and his gentle personality had won him many friends. However, this left him feeling slightly dissatisfied, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why.

On this day, as usual, Sanmoto came to school early and found a quiet place to sit down, taking out a novel and a notebook. Just as he began his morning routine, he heard a voice behind him.

“Hey, you!”

He didn’t need to look back to know who it was. Only Pinky, who had survived a serious traffic accident without any repercussions, could speak to him in such a commanding tone.

“From now on, you’re mine!”

Though the language was vulgar, her tone was shockingly tender.

Pinky gently tugged Sanmoto’s tie, her expression shifting from anger to a barely noticeable smile.

Meanwhile, Sora, standing silently by her side, gave a resigned sigh.

“Sorry, are you Sanmoto?”

Sanmoto, who had been contemplating buying some adult magazines to support his nighttime activities, was suddenly addressed by a gentle female voice.

“Ah… ah! Is it… really you…”

Sanmoto, feeling uneasy, looked at the girl named Sora. Though they hadn’t been formally introduced, they both knew each other’s names after the commotion the previous day.

“I’m really sorry about yesterday. Please allow me to apologize.”

“No! It’s nothing to worry about,” Sanmoto replied foolishly.

“Can I treat you to some tea?”

“W-Well, is that okay…”

“It’s just a small thing. Compared to the fact that we nearly caused you an accident yesterday, I’m unsure how to properly apologize.”

Sora’s face showed a hint of embarrassment, making her look even more endearing.

“Alright then!”

Driven by his greedy nature and unable to resist the temptation of beauty, Sanmoto reluctantly agreed.

“Please follow me!”

Sora led Sanmoto from the alley to the main road, where a black Rolls-Royce, armored no less, was parked.

“Sora will be coming with us as well.”

Sora opened the car door, revealing the beautiful girl from yesterday who had been in a wheelchair. With her deep, beautiful eyes, she looked at Sora with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

Sanmoto, feeling embarrassed under her gaze, lowered his head, while Sora seemed to look at him with disdain.

Next, Sora took out a wheelchair from the custom trunk, using an automated arm to lift it out. The car itself indicated that they were quite wealthy!

“It seems your family is very rich!”

“No! We’re quite poor, really.”

Seeing his silly smile, Sora responded coldly.

Sanmoto could only smile awkwardly, though his eyes kept wandering to the exposed parts of Sora’s body. It was rare to see a girl of such beauty, comparable to a TV star, in school or on the street.

Even though he thought he was being discreet, Sora noticed everything.

Sora then carefully helped Sora into the wheelchair, causing Sanmoto to be stunned.

He was not only surprised by Sora’s strength but also by the sight of Sora’s white, alluring thighs exposed by her skirt. The close view of her underwear greatly intensified his heart rate.

“It’s done, sorry for taking up your time.”

“No, it’s quite alright. You’re being too polite.”

After the pleasantries, Sanmoto followed the two beautiful women, feeling a sense of happiness as people on the street looked on with envy. However, he also felt uncomfortable with the sympathetic and curious glances directed at Sora.

It was not unusual for people with disabilities, but it was rather tragic and pity-inducing when the disabled were as beautiful as Sora. Sanmoto felt this sympathy deeply.

Sora chose a very high-end restaurant nearby, and just from the decor, Sanmoto felt it was quite expensive, a place he had never entered before.

Upon reaching the tea room and taking their seats, Sora again helped Sora into her chair. Sanmoto had never seen Sora raise her hands, so it seemed that besides her legs, her entire body might be paralyzed except for her head.

“Ms. Sora…”

Sanmoto looked at Sora with genuine sympathy and pity.

Sora, however, glared back with hostility, startling Sanmoto, who had done nothing wrong.

“I’m sorry! As you can see, but Sora really dislikes having this mentioned.”

“Sorry! Sorry!”

Sanmoto shouted loudly enough for everyone in the tea room to hear.

“Are you annoying? I’m the one who’s paralyzed, not you. Why make such a fuss?”

Though her words were harsh, hearing Sanmoto’s sincere apology softened Sora’s gaze.

“Give me the controller.”

Sora followed the command and took out a device from the wheelchair, placing it on Sora’s head.

It resembled a ring-shaped hairpin that could be worn on the head, allowing Sora to use her tongue to press buttons and controls.

“I want a cup of black coffee and three banana splits. Sanmoto, although we’re poor, we can still afford to treat you to a meal. Please order whatever you like!”

“Can you eat that much?”

“Just order and go! Are you going to disobey?”

Though Sora appeared reluctant, she complied.

Sanmoto, while not failing to catch the sarcastic tone from Sora, still indulged in his small greed, causing Sora to raise an eyebrow.

“You’re quite honest, huh? If you want something, just take it, use tricks—there’s nothing wrong with fulfilling your desires.”

“Sora, please don’t say such things.”

Sanmoto looked at them, wondering about their relationship. They seemed neither like master and servant nor like sisters. What exactly were they?

“Are you sisters?”

“No! We’re lovers.”

“Ms. Sora, you’re joking, right?”

“I’m serious.”

Sora’s expression and gaze were serious, while Sora looked embarrassed and red-faced…

“Although there’s no official recognition, it’s indeed like that.”

Sora appeared shamefully embarrassed.

“Is it a same-sex relationship?”

“Haha! Are you really this naive or just pretending? But I’m starting to like you more and more.”

Sora laughed heartily. Sanmoto smiled foolishly, wondering if he really was so clueless about social interactions. In reality, he didn’t have a single friend at school and was so ordinary that people didn’t even remember his name. If he were any weaker, he’d likely be bullied as a punching bag.

“No, there’s a reason…” Sora blushed as she defended.

“Where’s the reason? Tell me!”

Sora pressed relentlessly, making Sora swallow her words.

“You’re quite lecherous!” Sora looked at Sanmoto with mischievous intent.

“No… not at all…”

Sanmoto’s excessive denial made Sora laugh again.

“Sora, I really like this silly person! I think I was wrong to oppose you seeing him!”

“Really?” Sora responded anxiously. Usually, Sora’s affections were a source of trouble for her, but seeing her so happy was rare and valuable.

“Indeed! Here’s your order.” At this point, the waiter brought the food to the table.

“Fool, I’m really sorry for yesterday! I didn’t know I nearly caused harm to such an interesting fool.”

“Can you stop calling me a fool?” Sanmoto was somewhat annoyed.

“No!”

Seeing Sora’s mischievous smile and happy expression, Sanmoto wanted to be angry but couldn’t.

“Stop teasing me. Sanmoto, I’m sorry. Sora is just like this; she doesn’t mean any harm.”

“No! I’m doing it on purpose. I’m deliberately teasing you.”

“Is that so…”

Sanmoto scratched his head awkwardly, genuinely annoyed. Yet, having such a cute girl speak to him affectionately made him feel lucky.

“You! Sora, if you keep this up, I’ll get really mad.”

“Alright, stop being so serious!”

“And add sugar to my coffee!”

“You always do this—black coffee with so much sugar. Why not just get a regular coffee?”

Sora not only added six sugars but also personally fed Sora.

Watching the relationship between the two beautiful girls, Sanmoto’s mind wandered. If they were together in bed… though he thought the talk about being lovers might be a joke, he couldn’t help but imagine it.

“Don’t drink so fast!”

Sora drank the entire cup of coffee in one go, with a gulp.

“Who drinks like that? What’s the rush?”

Sanmoto watched Sora use a tissue to wipe the slightly pale edge of Sora’s mouth. He wondered if he could kiss that spot…

“Alright, Sanmoto, treating you to food isn’t enough to show my apology. I’ll let you see something good.”

“Sora…” Sora whispered in a blushing and reluctant tone.

“Eat all the bananas. Don’t use a knife to cut them, only use a fork. Lick them clean before you eat! Sanmoto, feel free to order as you like.”

For some reason, to Sanmoto, Sora seemed to have grown a black tail and black wings behind her, with horns possibly hidden on her forehead.

Sanmoto, fully engaged in eating, unconsciously slowed down his pace.

Sora, with her naturally vibrant mouth, licked the large, white bananas from head to tail, making some swallowing noises along the way.

“What’s going on in your head! Keisuke, look at the banana with eyes fixed like that.”

“Ah! This ...... looks delicious ......,” Keisuke said with a red face.

“Put your head to my mouth and let’s whisper.”

“Darkmoon ......” said Darkmoon mischievously, ignoring Mochizuki’s face, which was reddening like a fire.

It was a little out of place, but Dark Moon was charming. Keisuke, not caring that it was only the second time they had met today, leaned his head to Darkmoon’s mouth.

The sweet smell of the girl’s body, coupled with the exhale from her nose and the tantalizing way Mochizuki had eaten the banana earlier. Keisuke’s lower one had stood up long ago.

“You’re not envious of Mochizuki eating a banana, you’re envious of that banana! Fantasizing that Mochizuki eats your one?” At the end of her revealing and bold statement, Darkmoon stuck out her tongue and licked Keisuke’s face.

It was a wet and warm tongue. Since he was born, Keisuke had never been this close to a girl. He had been with his mother as a baby, but he had no memory of it.

Keisuke’s face reddened with excitement, and he inwardly thanked God.

Dark Moon, meanwhile, stuck out her tongue richly and seductively and licked her mouth.

“Got a girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Ever touch a girl?”

“Sometimes I touch my hand when I collect my homework.”

“Ha ha!”

“Have you ever watched any pornographic movies or books?”

“I don’t think there’s a boy who doesn’t!”

“Dark Moon ...... I’m going to get mad ......”

“Haha! Good, I just love it when you’re real.”

“Any shooting?”

This time Keisuke couldn’t answer. He could only redden his face and be dumbfounded.

“Are girls mysterious?”

“Yes.”

“Want to get closer and touch them more?”

“Yes.”

“Girls aren’t so mysterious, seeing someone you like will make your heart flutter, and you’ll secretly masturbate in private at night as well. If you let a girl like you, they will be willing to let you touch and look at even the most mysterious parts of their bodies.

But with this kind of quality, you probably will never have a girl like. ”

Was that a taunt? Keisuke wanted to be angry, but he couldn’t be when it came to beauty.

“Dark Moon!”

“Don’t mind her Moonyuki, now do you! I like you a little bit, but with you, you won’t be good enough for me even in a hundred years.”

The words were seductive, yet contemptuous. Any way Keisuke looked at it, Darkmoon looked like a living, breathing witch.

“I’ll show you something interesting!”

Darkmoon’s eyes glittered with a strange light. Then she pressed her tongue against the controller.

“Aaah ......”

Darkmoon suddenly shrieked, followed by an expression on her face as if she was holding back something.

“Go ahead and eat the banana, Keisuke you can just eat whatever you want too! Got to wait for two or three minutes.”

Slowly, Mochizuki’s face became redder and redder, her eyebrows furrowed, and that look like she was holding back intensified.

“Hooah ...... uhhhhh ......”

As she licked and sucked on the banana, Moe Tsuki’s gasps got stronger. Her tongue often times stuck out halfway before stopping, a drop or two of sweat on her face.

“Almost there, almost there.” Darkmoon purred excitedly.

“Okay, Keisuke tell me what Moe Moon looks like she’s doing now!”

“I don’t know ......”

Keisuke really didn’t know, all he knew was that Mochizuki, who had a flushed red color smeared on her face, was unusually intoxicating.

“You’re bad! You know it.”

Keisuke couldn’t answer anything to Dark Moon’s follow up question, but he just looked at Moe Tsuki’s expression.

Mochizuki’s body trembled slightly, and the expression on her sometimes furrowed brows changed to one of relief and pleasure.

The face of Moe Tsuki who was blushing more and more towards red, the movement of licking and kissing and sucking on the banana became slower and slower.

“Uhhhh ...... ah ah ah ...... ah ......”

Gradually Mochizuki’s cries became even louder, and although they were suppressed, they were still clearly audible to Keisuke, who was within size.

“Good!”

Dark Moon smiled triumphantly and flicked her tongue around the controller some more.

Mochizuki was writhing and struggling all over, and Keisuke saw her legs swapping, the two legs overlapping each other. Breathing heavily, her hands couldn’t even hold the fork, dropping the banana.

“Ahhhhh ......”

Keisuke heard an extremely clear motor sound in his ears coming from Mochizuki ...... His mind couldn’t figure out what it was for a moment, except that Mochizuki’s expression resembled that of an actress he watched in an erotic movie, the only difference being that it was more agitated and in a deliberate effort to suppress the reaction within his body.

“Orgasm ...... yahhhhhh ......”

Mochizuki’s lilting cries were heard by the neighboring tables. There was nothing but lust in the sound but pleasure.

Moe Moon, who was dazed on her face, only pulled herself together after a while. Her face was filled with a look of shame and embarrassment and uneasiness, while having a small sadness.

“Hahaha!”

In its place, Darkmoon laughed triumphantly.

“Cool?”

“Yes!” Mochizuki replied to the cheerful questioning in a voice that was humiliated to the core.

“Keisuke, you have me to thank for that!” Darkmoon’s face was unspeakably smug.

“Take it out!” Darkmoon ordered coldly.

“No!”

Mochizuki looked around in a great panic, her eyes not even daring to look at Keisuke.

“That’s an order!” Darkmoon’s tone brooked no resistance.

Mochizuki looked extremely scared and frightened, very upset, and then her hands were obviously moving somewhere on her lower body.

After that, a wet to the touch shock egg was taken from Moe-moon’s hand to the table. Mochizuki closed her eyes in shame and turned her head away.

Keisuke, with Darkmoon’s triumphant laughter in his ears, stared at the egg in disbelief.

It was the egg that had just hidden in Moe Tsuki’s place and made her come, and on it was her love juice. The same phrase repeated over and over in Keisuke’s head. He didn’t even notice when Dark Moon ordered her to leave and Moe Moon, in a panic, picked up Dark Moon and put her in the wheelchair and flew away.

Neither Dark Moon nor Moe Moon ever ended up paying. Keisuke used up his allowance for the month to have enough to pay.

But things were ordered and eaten by him. He had nothing to lose except for buying Dark Moon a cup of black coffee. Even the three bananas that Moonyuki had licked I don’t know how many times, he had eaten. He also licked the lust from her balls and jerked off three times in the restroom.

On that day, Keisuke Yubara paid for a cup of black coffee and got a vibrating egg.

*** *** *** *** ***

“This time I’ve decided to transfer to that school of Keisuke’s.”

“Haven’t you been fooling around enough here?”

Mochizuki’s disgruntled attitude was written all over her face.

“I’m a god here, I decide everything and I’m sick of it. A new school this time for new conquests, new conditioning and new abuse.”

Darkmoon’s sweetly thoughtful smile lusted like it was emitting poisonous fumes.

“Do you want to add more victims?”

Darkmoon looked at the sad looking Mochizuki, but was not at all moved.

“Don’t you think it’s too much to ask the same class to be my toys forever?”

“Even if you go to a new school, you won’t be able to restore the freedom of the people here, and ...... may not be able to do so either.”

“Why bother with that! Make yourself like a saint, people’s hearts are so ugly and dark, I’m just unearthing the desires they’ve hidden in their hearts!”

Moe Moon’s eyes clearly disagreed.

“What about this time ...... The so-called normal refers to what most people do, while the so-called perverted refers to what a very small number of people do. The reason why perverts are considered perverts is simply because there are so few of them, right? If, within a school, perverts are in the absolute majority and normal people in the general sense of the word are in a tiny minority. Wouldn’t the interpretation of perverted and normal be reversed then?”

“Can Dark Moon please stop with your reasoning?”

“This place could not be more free or more real, everyone carries a veneer to hide their ugliness, if even that is taken off.”

Was the veneer Dark Moon was referring to human dignity, humanity or morality! It was horrible enough to be in a school where something was as good as nothing, and she wanted to crush the rest this time? Is your heart really that broken that you can’t be satisfied like this?

“I know!” Although she was extremely disgusted, Mochizuki still promised.

“Ah! Why did you nod so quickly this time.” A smiling Darkmoon pressed on.

“Aren’t you not going to listen to whatever I say anyway?”

“That’s too much! I do listen to you sometimes! I sound like a despot.”

“You’re basically a tyrant.”

“Don’t forget that you made me a tyrant!”

There was a slight sadness naturally showing in Dark Moon’s words, and once again, Moe Moon’s heart ached as if it had been cut by a knife, and she clenched her lower lip in sadness!

“Then I, the tyrant, will be building a new harem this time. My Harem Academy of Kujo Darkmoon, what kind of girls will be there this time? It has to be beautiful and cute.”

Looking at the excited Dark Moon, Mochizuki seemed to be looking at children who were cruelly abusing small animals. Was that sadistic mindset innate, or was it cultivated? She didn’t understand.

One thing was for sure, though, Darkmoon was gentle with real critters, but with humans: “There are so many people in the world, no one cares if a bunch of them just die, as long as it’s not their own loved ones. Isn’t that how the world works? Besides, it’s not like I’m killing people, I’m just turning them into toys!”

While the two were answering each other, Moe Moon had been manipulating the computer to rummage through the information.

“There it is ...... Darkmoon. Keisuke goes to Akimoto Private Academy, and the seniors there happen to be members of the club!”

“Hee hee! That saves me a lot of work. It’s all thanks to big brother’s help.”

“Why don’t you call him daddy like a normal compensated girl!”

Mochizuki’s face was pained and helpless.

“Silly girl! Calling him younger will make him happy ah! Besides, he’s the type of person I admire, full of ambition and desire, only following his own rules. He’s not a bad guy! Except for ......”

“Age?”

Mochizuki unconsciously clasped her hands to her chest as she remembered the object of this first night. It was as if the fear and dread of that night had descended upon her once again. Why couldn’t her first time be someone she liked?

“Do you still blame me?”

Seeing her like this, Darkmoon paled and changed the subject.

“I’d rather give it to you, so why don’t you say yes!”

Tears glistened in Mochizuki’s eyes.

“Do you regret it? You were the one who said you would be my wife and take care of me for the rest of my life. We’re both girls and I have this kind of body, how do you want me to fuck you. Even if I were willing, I’d still be using a masturbator, and if I use those I might as well sell them to my big brother. Give the hymen to the machine and you won’t receive a penny, give it to big brother and how much money and power he has given us.”

Angry streak of hair like Dark Moon, but the inner grief still surfaced.

“No ...... as long as it’s your decision, it’s for me to die, I will never refuse, let alone blame you! It’s just ...... just that it feels like a shame, like something precious was wasted, and that it will never be found.”

Moonglow raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Darkmoon maneuvered his wheelchair with his tongue to get himself to the side of Moe Moon.

“Stop being sentimental, okay?”

Moe Moon pressed her head down to kiss Dark Moon’s mouth, letting Dark Moon’s tongue invade her mouth of its own accord, boldly wrapping itself around the base of her tongue, the sweet scent coming to her nose.

In this life, Darkmoon would never be able to actively touch her with her own hands except with her tongue.

It had been eight years since that day, and the most precious and sincere friendship had deteriorated into what it was now. Though the two teenage hearts were intertwined with each other, even Mochizuki and Darkmoon themselves couldn’t tell the difference; how much of it was love, friendship, sympathy, remorse, helplessness and compensation.

“Angel ......”

Moe Moon whispered. If angels were creatures that distributed happiness to humans and gained pleasure from it, then they were demons that distributed misfortune and pain to humans and gained pleasure from it.