(M) Chapter 30 - Sweet Poison
Chapter 2, Part 2.4
Novel Title: ひとりじめ (Completely Mine)
Author：椎崎 夕 (Shiizaki You)
Illustrator：小山田 あみ (Oyamada Ami)
Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)
Protagonists: 細川 湊 (Hosokawa Minato -MC) & 荻原 浩志 (Ogiwara Koushi -ML)
*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*
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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of sexual coercion Readers’ discretion is advised.
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The cruel-sounding tone, though laced with laughter, was a command. With Minato scattered thoughts, he somehow managed to lower his arm, and a chuckle was heard.
"That's good. Be a good boy, and I'll show you something nice."
The words, spoken as if to a child, were tinged with a chilling quality due to the voice. Minato wondered for perhaps the millionth time if it was truly Ogiwara speaking.
Ogiwara was skilled. The speed with which he stripped the clothes from Minato, who had been thrown onto the bed, was too familiar, leaving no room for resistance. The slacks he had been wearing were removed, along with his underwear, and the tie that had been pulled off was tossed somewhere. Now, with only his shirt hanging on his right arm, his bare knees were widely parted and firmly held in place by strong fingers.
The pleasure forcibly drawn out felt akin to pain. The sensitive area exposed between the opened legs had already reached its limit once, and yet it was now being soothed by the long fingers and palms. The deep interior was being probed by the fingertips for a considerable time, now being explored by the moist body heat.
The sensation of being explored and soothed by the wet warmth was terrifyingly vivid, with the intentionally loud sounds stimulating even his hearing. As the area that was grasped was traced and sucked on, a viscous pleasure was born. Like the waves that ebbed and flowed, with each reversal, Minato was driven ever closer to the limit.
"No, ...ah, nh"
The resonance of his own voice was grating, so he desperately bit his lips. But even the escaping voice was unbearable, so he sank his teeth into the base of his thumb, only to have his wrist suddenly pulled away from his lips.
"...Don't hide your face. And don't bite your lips. How many times do I have to tell you? If you want to be tied up, I can do that too."
Speaking gently, the risen Ogiwara peered down at Minato. With a meaningful gesture, he caressed his lips, and when Minato managed a small shake of his head as Ogiwara’s thumb parted his teeth, Ogiwara leaned in with a smile.
"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
Ogiwara's voice was like a sweet poison. One that, unlike a fast-acting toxin, would instead induce addiction - one that would erode not just the body, but the mind as well, dragging Minato to a point of no return.
Thoroughly plundered and savored in the depths of his lips, Minato obediently complied with the demanded act, surely because he had been poisoned. Surely, it was because ten years ago, Minato had been exposed to Ogiwara's toxin, and now he was accepting it.
"Ah"
The kiss that left his lips fell along his cheek to his ear. The sound of it being torn made goosebumps rise all over Minato’s body. His knees were grasped and his legs were spread wide, with Ogiwara's heated dick pressing into the depths of his hips.
The single experience from ten years ago was now a distant memory in Minato’s mind. He had braced himself before he could even think. But the hesitation that should have been conveyed through his skin was disregarded, and in the next moment, he was overwhelmed by a sense of profound discomfort.
A scream was trapped in the back of his throat. Even as Minato reflexively pushed against the weight pressing down on his chest, it did not budge, and instead he was penetrated even deeper. The intense pain cut off his breathing, and his vision was consumed by white.
"Mmph, nngh..."
Minato’s stiffened, frozen wrists were taken and pressed to the sides of his face. Keeping his eyes tightly closed, his whole body tensed, anticipating that this time he would be bound.
But what fell upon his lips was a kiss. Without being scolded for clenching his teeth, Minato was licked and sucked at the seam. Puzzled, he opened his eyes to find Ogiwara's terrifyingly close face.
"You really aren't used to this at all, are you... So there were really no other men?"
Unable to answer, he averted his gaze, and the sensation of Ogiwara's laughter on his skin reached him.
If Minato were to say that Ogiwara was the only one he ever had sex with, how would he react? Would he be exasperated or understanding? Either way, it would not change the fact that Minato was left feeling wretched.
More importantly, Minato took a small breath. He voiced the question that had been bothering him all along.
"...Your knee, is it alright?"
Ogiwara's eyes widened greatly. After staring at Minato intently, for some reason his expression turned pained.
"In this situation, worrying about someone else? You really do have a lot of nerve. Are you the type who likes being used by others?"
"...!"
Simultaneously with holding his breath at the venomous words, Ogiwara’s dick that had been stationary was suddenly pushed deeper inside. Seeing his distorted face from the pain and accompanying pressure, Ogiwara leaned in to lick his ear.
But as he continued to hold his breath, the sensitive area between his parted legs was then seized. Stroked by the fingertips as he was being fucked, Minato was assaulted by two different forms of suffering.
Just being traced slowly was enough to raise goosebumps all over his body. The moment he held his breath at the commotion stirring deep within, he was pushed and pulled in succession, and a sensation he had never known before emerged from the depths of his skin. With each reversal, the viscous pleasure grew thicker, blinding his vision.
His attempt to escape was thwarted as his shoulder was held down and he was tightly embraced. If he so much as showed the slightest intention to flee, he was instantly pulled back and ensnared even deeper.
So it's repeating itself after all. That thought fell heavy in Minato’s chest.
In that spring ten years ago, he had decided it was over and left that place. He had tried to give up, to forget, but the feelings he had harbored in his heart remained unresolved, withering away little by little.
He wanted to ask "Why?" even now. Even in this situation, he thought of the same thing. Why? How could he? What was Ogiwara thinking to dare to do this?
The answer had already been given - even though it trampled on the feelings he had held. But somehow, a part of him was delighted by the current circumstances.
He was glad they met again, when he had thought they would never see each other again... That fragment of his heart was reveling in it.
His tilted chin was pulled back, and he was kissed. Their breaths mingling. Drowning in the heat that dominated even the deepest parts of him, Minato clung desperately to Ogiwara's shoulders, feeling utterly hopeless.
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*Translator’s Note: That pained expression… I think he felt guilty because he knew Minato genuinely cares about him. Man, I should have just combined the Mature chapters together, but what the heck. Too late already. -K
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