TBETW Chapter 15

 (M) Chapter 15 - Being ‘Used’

Main Story 1, Chapter 6, Part 2

Novel Title: 獣はかくして囚われる (The Beasts are Ensnared This Way)

Author：風結子 沙野 (Fuyuko Sano)

Illustrator：小山田 あみ (Oyamada Ami)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 鹿倉 陣也 (Kagura Jinya -MC) & ゼロ (Zero -ML)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of sexual assault. Readers’ discretion is advised.

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"Wouldn't it have been more convenient for you if I had just disappeared?"  

After a short pause, Kiriyama responds; "You're a piece I'd rather keep under control."  

"For what purpose?"  

Kagura, his cheek pressed against the sheets, glances sideways at Kiriyama.  

Kiriyama's gaze roves persistently over Kagura's body, from his face to every inch of his exposed skin. The sensation of being scrutinized stirs vivid memories of Kiriyama's touch lingering on him.  

When Kiriyama’s eyes fixate on his lower body, Kagura feels a twinge of revulsion tighten his muscles beneath the bathrobe.  

As if he can see through the fabric, Kiriyama narrows his eyes.  

"You're already my property. I can ‘use’ you however I please."  

"...You're not the one who paid 1.6 billion yen, are you?"  

"I owe Li Azhar a debt worth that amount."  

Kiriyama’s words suggest he might have wanted to own Kagura, but the feeling doesn’t quite sit right with him.  

It’s clear that Kiriyama takes a perverse satisfaction in tormenting Kagura Jinya, but there doesn’t seem to be any deeper attachment beyond that.  

―――It’s nothing like the bond between me and Zero.  

The stark difference is clear when compared to someone like Zero.  

Kiriyama crosses his arms and issues a command.  

"Let me inspect the goods I’ve won."  

Resistance here is meaningless.  

Without a word, Kagura unties the sash of his bathrobe and slips it off while remaining face down. With no underwear, his backside is fully exposed.  

"Such terrible damage," Kiriyama remarks with a frown, his gaze falling on the scars that mar Kagura's back.  

"What a waste of money."  

Kiriyama drapes his suit jacket onto the oversized bed and sits at the edge, loosening his tie.  

Kagura slides one arm beneath his forehead, completely averting his face.  

Even if there’s no attachment, it seems Kiriyama intends to ‘use’ him at least as a vessel for his desires.  

―――If I can manipulate him, I might gain a chance to get closer to Toono.  

Humiliated in an underground arena and exposed before dozens of people at the auction, Kagura tells himself this is tolerable in comparison.  

Kiriyama’s fingers trace the curve of Kagura's hips, descending to probe the sensitive area beneath. One of his fingers was inserted into his asshole.

Kagura clenches his teeth and parts his legs of his own accord. If it’s inevitable, he’d rather it end quickly.  

―――All for the goal.  

He quells the urge to resist.  

Kiriyama’s fingers press into his hair, and Kagura wills himself to relax.  

"You’re surprisingly docile," Kiriyama murmurs, a touch of disappointment in his voice.  

He seems to be more aroused by rebellion, by forcing submission. Perhaps it’s better to play along with his preferences.  

Kagura starts to turn his head, aiming a scornful glare over his shoulder, but then lets out a gasp.  

"Ah...!"  

Kiriyama’s tongue traces over the raw burns on his shoulder blades, sending waves of searing pain through him.  

"Not there—ahh!"  

The light bite amplifies the agony, striking like lightning through his nerves.  

"You’re still tight, even with just a finger," Kiriyama whispers, voice laced with both fascination and mockery.  

Kiriyama then shifted the angle of his fingers inside Kagura.

He pressed firmly against the hardened spot linked to the base of his sex through the sensitive membrane, causing the inner walls to clench even tighter. Kiriyama bit down on Kagura’s shoulder blades, sucking and nibbling at the skin.  

“Stop it!”  

The mix of pain and sexual stimulation made Kagura’s body jolt and twitch uncontrollably. Instinctively trying to escape, he twisted his hips in an attempt to dislodge the fingers, but Kiriyama only shoved another finger into the already constricted space.  

“Good. Now you’re finally getting into it.”  

Kiriyama’s voice was heavy with sadistic pleasure.  

“Don’t think you’ll find any easy release or relief here.”  

“Guh…ugh...”  

Kagura’s back arched in an attempt to escape Kiriyama’s tongue, while his hips lifted to evade the relentless fingers. Before he realized it, he had propped his knees up and pressed his upper body down into the bed.  

“Your back is turning bright red.”  

The unhealed burns on his back throbbed, dragging him back to the memory of the ring.  

Trapped with no escape, his back burning, Kagura had been embraced by Renjou in that fight—a moment when he had come closest to feeling death.  

Half-dazed, Kagura reached down to his lower abdomen. His semi-erect dick was soaking wet. It felt less like desire and more like a physiological reaction triggered by the memory of that dire situation.  

Kiriyama leaned over him from behind, gripping the hand that Kagura had instinctively used to touch himself. Guiding it, he made Kagura mimic the act of pleasuring himself.  

Pressure built from within his core, threatening to overwhelm him.  

Even as he struggled against the inevitable, Kiriyama pressed his weight down on him, pinning him flat.  

With fingers violating him, the inside of his thighs stung from the slaps Kiriyama delivered to his rear. Kiriyama grabbed his jaw from behind, forcing Kagura to turn his head until their eyes met at an uncomfortably close distance.  

The dark, piercing gaze was so overwhelming that for a brief moment, Kagura’s mind mistook it for Zero’s.  

“…Ha...”  

As he climaxed, Kiriyama pressed his lips against Kagura’s.  

The tactile differences corrected his mistaken recognition, and Kagura realized it wasn’t Zero. He buried his face into the sheets, pressing hard enough to feel suffocated. At the same time, he could still feel the spasms of his inner walls clenching around Kiriyama’s fingers.  

―――Damn it... Damn it all...

Clenching his fist, Kagura slammed it into the bedspread, his hand sticky with his own semen. Kiriyama shuddered with satisfaction and fully covered Kagura with his body, his tongue tracing the shell of Kagura’s ear.  

It was clear he intended to take things further.  

A voice whispered in Kagura's ear; “You should team up with me.”  

Kagura shot a bloodshot glare at Kiriyama.  

“What the hell are you talking about?”  

But there was no trace of mockery in Kiriyama’s eyes.  

“I can help you take down Toono Ryouji.”  

“…What?”  

“Forget Zero. Join forces with me.”  

Kagura continued glaring, unable to fully grasp the meaning behind Kiriyama’s words. Before he could process it, Kiriyama pressed his lips to Kagura’s again.  

As Kiriyama’s tongue slipped past his lips, Kagura’s thoughts spiraled into chaos.  

Kiriyama Shungo had aligned with Toono Ryouji in the past to climb the ranks and suppress opposition within the Eastern Alliance.  

Even if it had been a relationship of mutual convenience, Kagura couldn’t fathom what benefit Kiriyama would gain from destroying Toono.  

It was also clear that Kiriyama had no interest in taking down Toono for Kagura’s sake.  

―――What’s his game? What’s his real objective?  

The moment Kagura was about to demand answers, Kiriyama bit down on his shoulder blade. At the same time, he forcefully inserted two more fingers into the space already filled.  

“Ugh…ah...”  

Without directly indulging his own desires, Kiriyama continued to inflict relentless, jarring stimulation on Kagura’s body and mind. It was a one-sided assault, designed to shake him to the core.  

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*Translator’s Note: I’m sorry, but I’m just glad it’s Kiriyama, ya’know? The illustration for this chapter is NSFW. You can view it on my blog. -K

Next update: 2025.12.01

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TBETW Chapter 13

 (M) Chapter 13 - Auctioned

Main Story 1, Chapter 5, Part 1

Novel Title: 獣はかくして囚われる (The Beasts are Ensnared This Way)

Author：風結子 沙野 (Fuyuko Sano)

Illustrator：小山田 あみ (Oyamada Ami)

Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)

Protagonists: 鹿倉 陣也 (Kagura Jinya -MC) & ゼロ (Zero -ML)

*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*

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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of sexual assault and dehumanisation of people who are trafficked. Readers’ discretion is advised.

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Kagura was placed into a wheelchair by a staff member in a black suit and wheeled into the elevator attached to the room. 

Toono, wearing a noh mask of a demon, and Renjou, wearing a female noh mask, boarded the elevator as well, and the compartment began to descend.

The elevator walls were mirrored.

Kagura saw his own reflection: his bare body slumped forward in the wheelchair, trying to avoid the burns on his back pressing against the seat. His face was half-covered by a Zorro mask, but his agonized expression was clearly visible.

"...Is this... the auction?"  

Even speaking caused pain to radiate through his back, cold sweat dripping down his neck.

"Yeah. Tonight’s guests are hardcore enthusiasts. You’re in luck," Toono replied. 

Renjou’s noh mask tilted in a way that seemed to smirk.

"Like an American businessman who’s into dismantling bodies, a German noble who makes human wax dolls as a hobby, and oh, an Arab king who likes to feast on human flesh." 

Renjou leaned forward slightly, peering at Kagura’s face through the mask.

"Which one do you prefer?"

"…"

Kagura wanted to punch him, but his wrists and ankles were restrained by straps on the wheelchair. Instead, he spat at Renjou’s mask in silence. 

Renjou’s fist slammed into his abdomen, slamming his already treated back against the wheelchair’s backrest. The searing pain nearly stopped his breathing, making his body convulse uncontrollably.

Renjou turned expressionless.

"Renjou is strong, so Renjou lives. You are weak, so you die."

The elevator doors opened, and Kagura, still in his wheelchair, was pushed out by the staff in black suits, following Toono and Renjou.

―――So, the venue is on the fourth basement floor.

It seemed designed for the easy transport of auction goods. The corridor walls were hospital-white, and the floors were covered in linoleum. 

The holding room was a spacious private chamber lined with shelves and walls covered in grotesque tools, costumes, and torture devices.

As Kagura idly stared at instruments resembling those from a dentist’s office, Renjou cheerfully explained.

"Pulling out all the teeth makes it easier to do... certain things."

Relaxing on a sofa, Toono added casually, "If the buyer wants, the goods can be processed before delivery."

Sitting on the operating table in the room’s center, Renjou swung his legs playfully.

"Some aren’t interested in killing. They prefer corpses from the start."

"Oh, that necrophilic Chinese tycoon who bids often? That sounds like him," Toono replied with a nod.

"If he wins, let Renjou be the one to kill him!" Renjou chimed in.

Just hearing their words made nausea rise in Kagura's throat. 

The human trafficking taking place here far exceeded what Kagura had imagined. 

The room, reeking of antiseptic, already felt like the doorstep to hell. And for Kagura, the descent into hell was just beginning.

Men and women in pale green surgical gowns entered the room.

Following Toono’s instructions, they injected Kagura with a drug and laid him face-down on the operating table. The drug appeared to be a muscle relaxant. 

His body was wiped clean, then coated with a sweet-smelling oil over every inch of his bruised, battered frame. A ring was affixed to the base of his penis and scrotum to emphasize his genitals. His buttocks were spread open, and a plug was inserted into his anus—a type designed to stretch the shallow area significantly. Despite the relaxant, his muscles twitched uncomfortably from the intrusion.

Though his body occasionally reacted physiologically or through spinal reflexes, he could not move at will. 

It felt as though he were a corpse undergoing post-mortem preservation. 

Once the preparation was complete, Kagura was transferred from the operating table to a black leather wheelchair resembling a gynecological chair. 

Though he had the will to resist, his body wouldn’t obey, and his thighs were strapped wide open.

Once the surgical staff left, Toono removed the Zorro mask from Kagura’s face. 

Then, Toono began circling Kagura slowly, over and over. Kagura’s eyelids twitched in anger as his humiliating state was observed from every angle.

"Embarrassed? You’ve turned red—adorable," Toono taunted.

Infuriated, Kagura glared at him with all the strength he could muster.

Toono moved between Kagura’s legs and leaned over him.

The demon noh mask and Toono’s four-white eyes blended together, staring into Kagura’s soul.

"Those eyes... so tempting," Toono murmured, his face inching closer as though to kiss Kagura. 

It felt like a demon was peering directly into his heart.

In a whisper, Toono teased, "How about you show me some love too, like your cousin did?"

Toono’s mocking words replayed in Kagura’s mind.

"She abandoned herself, gave everything—body and soul—to prove her love for me."

"That was her way of showing her love for me."

―――Don’t fuck with me. 

Kagura spat those words in his mind, fueled by hatred. Yet, even as anger burned within him, his mind remained cold and calculating.

―――If I stay close to Toono, I’ll have a chance to kill him.

If there was anything Kagura could achieve, it would be killing Toono Ryouji. Even with Renjou around, making it difficult, Kagura knew that Toono’s obsession with him, as Haruka Oishi’s cousin, went beyond mere enmity. If he could create an opening to be alone with Toono, the possibility of killing him wasn’t zero.

―――If Toono Ryouji is eliminated, the Eastern Alliance will collapse internally.

This was evident from the way the Eastern Alliance operated. 

It was held together by Toono’s charisma and rule of fear.

When Kagura joined the police, he believed he could expose Toono’s crimes and bring him to justice. However, the corruption within the police force had become apparent over the past few months, and he realized how difficult it would be to punish Toono legally. Even if arrested, the prosecution and courts would undoubtedly make accommodations. They might even assist in his escape.

―――If that’s the case, I’ll handle it with my own hands.

If Kagura could accomplish just that one goal, he would at least fulfill his ultimate purpose: avenging Haruka.

And in doing so, he could protect Enwu alongside Zero, fulfilling his deepest wish.

“You don’t need to think about it on a national level. I’m just doing what I can.”

Having been driven into a corner, Kagura Jinya was finally able to face his true self.

Kagura steadied his resolve and recalled the sensations of being held by Zero.

This wasn’t the simple sexual desire of a man. It was the craving of one who wanted to be taken, the yearning to dissolve into one with Zero. The satisfaction of being melted into him. A greed that demanded endlessly, relentlessly.

His lips parted slightly, trembling. His eyes moistened, and his brows drew together in a look of helpless yearning.

Toono Ryouji’s white, four-cornered eyes narrowed faintly.

Their lower halves pressed against one another.

The wheelchair’s stoppers creaked audibly with each slight movement.

“Ah…”

The plug inside Kagura was thrust upward.

The movements brushed against his inner walls, creating the overwhelming illusion of being violated.

His body trembled in rejection, a physiological response born of sheer disgust. The burns on his back, pressed against the wheelchair’s backrest, sent a cascade of stabbing pain through him.

“Ungh…”

―――Rules? There are no rules.

He could feel the framework of his mind breaking apart, piece by piece, with every jolt.

Breathing heavily behind the oni mask, Toono’s presence loomed darker, his desire growing more feral. Kagura deliberately licked his lips faintly, an almost unconscious act meant to provoke.

Toono’s body jerked in response.

―――Come on…more. Just a little more.

Even if it bought him just one more day, he was willing to endure.

―――And when the time comes, I’ll kill Toono…no matter what.

Toono’s hands gripped Kagura’s upper arms, his motions becoming more serious, more insistent.

Just then, the wheelchair’s stoppers were suddenly released, and Kagura was pulled sharply backward. The contact with Toono broke as the chair was yanked away.

Renjou had taken hold of the wheelchair’s handles.

“Open the gate!” Renjou barked.

The suited guards stationed in the room scrambled to comply, manipulating a panel at the back of the room. The door slid aside, revealing a new passageway.

Renjou pushed the wheelchair forward at an incredible speed. The corridor opened into a spacious, circular room.

At its center stood a gentleman, carefully arranging a large painting—the very masterpiece that had made headlines last month after being stolen from a foreign museum.

Renjou steered the wheelchair straight toward the man and the painting.

The gentleman hastily grabbed the artwork and fled, narrowly avoiding a collision.

The wheelchair screeched to a halt in the middle of the room.

“Please wait your turn,” a staff member in a tailcoat and a gas mask said in English, approaching to offer assistance.

“We’re going first!” Renjou shouted back in Japanese, delivering a high kick that sent the staff member flying.

“Lot Z-131. Move fast, or Renjou’ll kill you.”

It wasn’t the staff Renjou was threatening. Kagura, being strangled from behind, knew that much.

Unrelenting pressure crushed his airway as Renjou looked down on him, the female noh mask twisted into a demonic sneer.

A buzzer sounded, and Kagura’s body began to rise slowly. The section of the floor he was on had been a lift platform. Renjou leaped off the platform, leaving Kagura alone as he was raised into a dimly lit space above.

The movement stopped.

“The order has changed. Lot number Z-131.”

The auctioneer’s voice continued in English, announcing the item for sale.

“A Japanese man, age 31, profession: detective.”

The spotlight suddenly flared to life, illuminating Kagura in his exposed state. Legs spread indecently, gasping for air after nearly being strangled—he was put on full display.

The humiliation was so overwhelming it sent a numbing shock through his very core. Then, all at once, he experienced an out-of-body sensation, as if observing himself and his surroundings from a detached perspective.

The buyers’ faces became strikingly clear.

A gentleman in a flamboyant striped suit. A woman with a model-like figure, adorned in a cocktail dress. Someone in Islamic attire. A fat man dripping in gold jewelry. Even a couple in luxury-branded tracksuits.

Several leaned forward with interest.

“One million.”  

“Five million.”  

“Twenty million.”  

“Forty million.”  

The bidding war began—until one man entered the room and silenced them all.

Walking leisurely, his voice calm and assured, he said: “One hundred million.”

All heads turned toward him, falling silent.

The man ascended the stage and stopped directly before Kagura.

Unlike the others, he wore no mask. He was dressed in a three-piece suit, with a brilliantly knotted ascot tie. His shoulder-length brunette hair was swept back, and his blue eyes sparkled with sharp intelligence. He appeared to be in his early forties. His features were refined yet defied classification to any particular nationality, his expression gentle yet enigmatic.

―――Li Azhar…

The casino king. The untouchable lord of the ‘Invincible Castle’. A man connected to the heart of every nation, a puppeteer of the world’s underbelly.

Kagura had seen photos of him before in documents, but standing before him now, Li Azhar exuded an incomprehensible blend of vibrancy and softness.

But why was Li Azhar buying him?

Kagura’s questioning gaze met Li Azhar’s. Without a word, Li Azhar removed his jacket and draped it over Kagura’s body.

“Take him to my room.”

Li Azhar’s command prompted the staff to leap into action. The platform began descending, and Renjou was nowhere to be seen below.

Kagura was transported to another room. The restraints, rings, and plug were removed. He was then placed in a standard wheelchair and covered entirely with a white sheet.

Thus, Kagura was escorted to Li Azhar’s room on the top floor.

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*Translator’s Note: Translating this chapter was difficult. It was hard to stomach what was happening. -K

Next update: 2025.11.29

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