I closed the apartment door behind me and stood in the darkness for a few seconds, pressing my forehead against the cold wood.
My heart was still pounding. Not from the fight — almost nothing remained of that. But from the way Yuki looked at me at the end. How her fingers trembled when she was treating my hand. How close she stood. How her hair smelled — a little sweet, a little anxious, girlish.
Ren’s body… this damn body had completely betrayed me.
Heat spread through my veins — heavy, thick, almost painful. My cock was so hard it felt like it was about to rip through my pants. It pulsed in time with my heartbeat, demanding, begging, roaring. Kurisaki Ren’s instincts screamed in my head: go back, grab her, press her against the wall, thrust in sharply and deep while she’s still trembling and weak…
“Shut up,” I hissed through my teeth.
But my body wouldn’t listen. It was burning.
I barely made it to the mattress, pulled down my pants, and sat down, breathing heavily. My hand moved on its own to my hot, throbbing shaft. It was huge, thick, veiny — exactly as I had seen it in the mirror that morning. The head was already glistening with precum.
The first time I came quickly, almost immediately. Thick, powerful streams shot out so hard they splattered my stomach and chest. The relief was short-lived.
Ten minutes later, the desire returned with renewed force.
Second. Third. Fourth…
I jerked off furiously, almost angrily, trying to drive this hunger out of myself. The fifth time — slower, with my eyes closed, imagining something completely different from what I wanted. Sixth…
The sixth time I came almost without strength, hoarsely growling into the pillow. The cum was still thick and abundant, even though my body was shaking from exhaustion. The floor between my legs was wet. My hands were trembling.
I lay on my back, breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling.
“Six times… fuck,” I exhaled in Ren’s hoarse voice. “Six fucking times, and it’s still hard.”
The sexual desire in this body was simply monstrous. It didn’t go away. It lived its own life — a constant, hot background that flared up from any female glance, smell, or tremor in the voice. Especially after today. After I felt how fragile Yuki was, how close she was, how trustingly she touched my hand.
I clenched my fists so tightly that my knuckles ached again under the bandages.
I won’t let this body break me.
But the body wasn’t going to give up so easily. Even now, after six orgasms, my cock twitched, still half-hard, ready for a seventh round at the slightest memory of Yuki’s eyes wet with tears.
I got up with difficulty, went into the tiny bathroom, and stood under a cold shower. The water lashed my overheated skin, but even it couldn’t fully extinguish this fire.
I need to keep myself in check. At any cost.
I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the cold tiled wall.
I dried my hair with a towel and sank heavily into the chair.
My body had finally begun to calm down a little.
Not completely.
But at least enough to think normally again.
The phone lay on the table.
I mechanically unlocked the screen.
First thing, I opened the video.
For a second, it seemed like the app had frozen.
548,327 views.
“…”
I refreshed the page.
553,104.
Again.
559,891.
The numbers were growing literally before my eyes.
Every few seconds, hundreds of new views were added.
I involuntarily whistled.
“Now this is interesting…”
Opening the analytics, I quickly understood what was happening.
The first boost came from the video with Rin.
Her audience instantly switched to watch the new upload.
But then…
YouTube’s algorithms did everything themselves.
Almost seventy percent of the views were already coming not from her page.
The video had been picked up by recommendations.
First Japanese.
Then…
Unexpectedly, foreign ones.
I opened the audience map.
Japan.
South Korea.
Taiwan.
Hong Kong.
And then…
United States.
Canada.
Australia.
“Even there…”
I smiled.
“The internet really knows no borders.”
The comments were updating faster than I could read them.
«A real man.»
«Those bastards got what they asked for.»
«I hope no one touches the girl again.»
Completely different ones followed.
«This guy’s a psycho.»
«He almost killed three people.»
«Is this even a high schooler?»
«Be thankful he wasn’t in those guys’ place.»
Then English comments appeared.
This guy is an absolute beast.
Bro saved her life.
Looks like a yakuza.
I’d never want to fight this dude.
Someone protect that girl.
I involuntarily smiled.
“The comments are the same in every country…”
Some called me a hero.
Others — a psycho.
But there was one thing that united absolutely everyone.
They watched the video to the end.
And that meant…
The algorithms continued to promote it even harder.
I opened the analytics tab.
The estimated revenue line had already updated.
Estimated revenue: ¥291,840.
Almost three hundred thousand yen.
And that was in less than a day.
I slowly leaned back in the chair.
“Not bad…”
Very not bad.
The subscriber statistics looked even more interesting.
+41,782 new subscribers.
I just stared at the screen for a few seconds.
These were no longer random numbers.
This was an audience.
A real one.
People who themselves decided to hit the subscribe button.
I smiled quietly.
“The first brick…”
Laid.
The phone vibrated briefly.
A new notification appeared on the screen.
Rin Sakamoto
I opened the chat.
Kur osaki-kun…
Is this video… real?
I involuntarily smiled.
“You found it fast, Sakamoto-san…”
I opened the chat.
Rin Sakamoto
Kur osaki-kun…
Is this video… real?
I smirked.
She was clearly typing in a hurry.
She even put a space in the name.
I quickly typed a reply.
Yes.
Recording from this evening.
The message was read almost immediately.
Rin is typing…
A reply came in a couple of seconds.
I thought…
Maybe it’s some kind of staging.
But this really happened?
With that girl…
I thought for a moment.
Then wrote back.
Yes.
If I had been five minutes late, everything would have ended much worse.
The reply didn’t take long.
…
Thank you.
I raised an eyebrow questioningly.
The next message came almost immediately.
Not just from me.
I think…
Amano-san is also very grateful.
I involuntarily smiled.
The main thing is that everything ended without serious consequences.
Rin started typing again.
This time much longer.
Then the message finally appeared.
Kurisaki-kun…
Can I ask a strange question?
Are you really so calm after all this?
I looked at the screen.
Good question.
Very good.
I answered honestly.
No.
I’m just trying not to show the opposite.
Read status.
Silence.
Almost half a minute passed.
Then the phone vibrated again.
Now I understand.
Honestly speaking…
When grandpa showed me the recording of that fight…
I was very afraid of you.
This morning too.
And even after our challenge.
But now…
It seems to me that it’s not you who should be feared.
I stared at the screen for a few seconds.
Then I wrote just one line.
I hope you never have to check that in person.
The reply came almost instantly.
😊
Good night…
She immediately deleted the message.
Instead, a new one appeared.
See you tomorrow, Kurisaki-kun.
I chuckled quietly.
See you tomorrow, Sakamoto-san.
The correspondence ended.
I put the phone on the table and lay down on the bed.
Tomorrow Ai’s route would begin.
A few weeks ago, Ai stole a cheap hairpin (or chocolate — a trifle, completely stupid and teenage stubbornness) at the supermarket.
The camera caught everything.
The recording somehow got to the English teacher.
Instead of reporting it to the police or the school, he decided to use it.
First “help.”
Then conversations after class.
Then requests.
Then…
Blackmail.
Tomorrow would be the first day he calls her to the storage room in the gym.
In the game, that’s exactly why Ai was absent for almost the entire first day.
Hayato thought his sister had simply skipped.
In reality…
Her personal hell had begun.