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Danshi Koukousei, Hajimete no Vol. 6 (Rokko x Ōta) Masterpost
Danshi Koukousei, Hajimete no Second Secret Short Story Collection: Flowers Blooming on a Corpse
Characters: Rokko Ayahito x Ōta Jin
Word Count: 4457
NSFW Rating: Yes (explicit sex scene, content warning under the cut)
Summary: After graduation, Rokko gets his wish of getting a piercing, fulfilled by Ōta himself.
Notes: Longest translation I've done so far... also trying out the EPUB format for the first time. Formatting is still clumsy but it works (and more readable on mobile with a reader imo) so I'm linking it too.
The sounds of rattling metal reverberate off of the concrete walls. Looking outside the skylight, a lightly cloudy, early spring sky is visible.
Unlike the gentle sunlight coming from outside, the situation I’ve found myself in is much less serene.
“Um, Sensei?”
“Mmm?”
I’m naked and lying down, both my wrists and feet having been firmly bound to the bed by long leather restraints. Feeling like a frog on a dissection table, I turn my only free limb, my neck, to face Ōta-sensei.
As he hums while preparing his things, a long, pointy needle glints dimly in his hand.
“Do we really have to go this far for a piercing?”
“Yep, since you’ll definitely be out of control when the pain hits.”
“…so it’s that painful.”
Noticing the slight weakness in my voice, Sensei smiles joyously from the bottom of his heart.
“I mean, this big fat needle is gonna go through your dick, you know? It really does feel like you’re gonna die.”
“And just how much of a masochist do you have to be to get five genital piercings?” I say in disgust to provoke him, but Sensei pays it no mind. He’s busy purposefully lining up various tools on the bedside table from where I can see them.
Insertion pins, forceps, pliers, disinfecting alcohol, antibiotic cream. Looking at these items, fear grows in my heart. I slightly resent the fact that I’ve researched what the process was like on the internet in preparation.
Not wanting him to sense my sudden fear, I cheerfully ask a question.
“So, you’ve pierced yourself?”
“Of course not. Got them done at a proper piercing studio.”
“Isn’t this gonna be disastrous…”
Looking at me swallow unconsciously, Sensei laughs loudly and wholeheartedly.
The dydoe piercing that Sensei said would suit me is a piercing that goes through the glans of the penis.
I was the one who asked for a piercing after graduating high school. Sensei complied and took me to his home after the graduation ceremony, and here we are.
Saying that I’m not scared would be a lie, but my want is stronger. An intense pain and an unfading scar. Things that can be mine forever.
If Sensei can give them to me, what reason do I have to refuse?
“And there we go.”
Finished with his preparations, the needle in his hand is exchanged for a marker. Sensei sits on the bed, then languidly takes my flaccid penis in his hand as he examines it intently.
“Maybe around here…” he says as he marks down two spots on my glans with the marker. Probably where the piercing would go through.
“Have you ever pierced someone else before?” I ask, uneasy at his practiced movements. Sensei lightly shook his head.
“I’m the one who wants to get pierced, so I never really thought about doing it for anyone else. I prefer being on the receiving end when it comes to needles, anyway,” he replies absurdly while toying around with my soft dick. Just being lightly played around in his dry palm was enough to get it going, and he affectionately gave it a few kisses while looking up at me teasingly.
“So, that makes you the first person I’ve ever thought about piercing.”
“…!”
My dick responds with vigor at his mere words. Pleased at my reaction, Sensei begins licking my shaft. I moan involuntarily at the sensation of his hot, wet tongue wrapping around me.
“You’re this happy at me saying you’re the first? You really do love me, don’t you…”
Sensei smiles fondly at me, who got hard from so little stimulation.
Of course I do. I want him to do anything and everything to me, and vice versa. He can say that it’s gross all he wants, but my feelings are real.
“Still, are you really okay with this? You can’t undo a piercing in this place, you know?”
“There’s nothing I want to undo. More than that, I want a wound from you, Sensei.”
I never wanted an out in the first place. What I want is something definite, something I can never go back from no matter what.
If future me goes back on these feelings and ends up regretting this piercing, then he can suffer on his own. If he’s not carrying these precious feelings with him, then what is he even living for?
I won’t forget. I won’t throw it away. I want Sensei. I only want Sensei.
I will know if I ever change my mind on this.
I thought that I would never recover from that accident. That there will come a day where I could love, believe in, and be so devoted to something was unthinkable. But look at me now, head over heels in love. In a way, the current me went back on the feelings of the past me.
Sensei asked me if it was really okay, and I know it’s not such a simple matter.
But I have decided to choose him. I wish for my happiness. Atop the corpse of the woman who gave birth to me, I beg to be loved and plead to let me love him.
“Please do it.” The small, hoarse voice coming out of my mouth feels disgusting.
I’ll never be your parent, Sensei said to me once (1). Don’t depend on me, he probably meant. Don’t get too comfortable with me, his eyes said.
But I had given my everything to him, freely. It would be great if he can accept it, but it would be fine if he chose to throw it away.
I thought like that, but Ōta-sensei has been far kinder than I thought. He might be cursing me along the way, but he has yet to cast me aside. I wonder why. Do I seem that pitiful to him?
Then that’s great. Anything’s fine, even if it’s pathetic. I’ll take advantage of his emotions, his needs, whatever I need to. I’m willing to do it as long as it allows me to live by his side.
I’ve asked him once, about why he chose to get piercings and a tattoo. After I asked, Sensei had an inscrutable look on his face.
“Because the me with piercings is more right than the one without,” he answered.
“Have you ever felt like you were born in the wrong body?”
“Like gender dysphoria?”
“Yeah. Or maybe body integrity dysphoria (2).”
“What’s that?”
“People who think their hands, feet or other limbs are excessive, so they want to cut it off. Something like that.”
After Sensei said that, he clicked his tongue.
“Well, you probably don’t get it.”
He’s right; I don’t understand. That’s why I want to put more thought into it.
Maybe the person who didn’t want their arm and cut it off couldn’t stand that the arm was theirs. No matter how convenient or useful it is, the arm still didn’t fit their body, they probably thought. Maybe, to them, the worth of their right arm and themselves don’t match.
An imperfect body for an imperfect heart. Now that’s a feeling I recognize. But for me, it was closer to sin and punishment. It’s probably different from the feeling of “excess” that he described.
Then, what about Sensei? Getting so many piercings on his penis, and a tattoo that stretches from anus to thigh; what did he think was “right” about them?
I want to understand, one day.
Perhaps, Sensei is no ordinary person. The normal and abnormal parts of him mesh together into a complex mosaic of a soul. Huge chunks are broken off in places, as if they’ve been pried out.
Just how did he become this kind of person?
Sensei almost never talks about his past. I know that he has an older and younger sister. That he realized he liked creating things from a very young age. That he got his first piercing at 13 years old. That he’s had sex with women before. That he likes other people’s penises, but doesn’t like his own so much.
Beyond that, I don’t know anything about him.
But I want to. I want to know more, even more. And to do that, I’ll have to catch up to him, even if only a little bit faster.
“Hurry. Pierce my dick with your hands.”
Sensei did not reply. He silently examines my expression. I quietly accept his gaze and stare back.
Then, he leans in and kisses me.
His tongue parts my teeth and enters my mouth. It tangles with my own tongue, gives it a strong suck, then pulls back and begins tracing the inside of my jaw. Moving freely as if it was its own creature, it licks at my gums and tickles the soft part inside my cheeks. I swallow my spit, feeling like I was on the edge of cumming.
Sensei changes his angle, and his long fingers wrap around my dick once more as he kisses me over and over. The way his fingers trace my glans as he feels around for the spot feels nice.
At the edge of my vision, the needle glimmers in his hand.
Wanting to fully savor the pain he will give me, I close my eyes in anticipation.
But then…
“This should be good enough for you right now.”
With that whispered laugh, a small sound rings through my ear.
“Ouch—!?”
The needle didn’t go through my penis. It went through my earlobe; a completely normal ear piercing. I can feel a slight pain there.
“This isn’t what you promised…”
“Shut up,” he chides me as he gouges the needle around. My ears grew hot after a small unpleasant pop.
“Ah, nicked a vein,” he comments before pulling out the needle. Sensei holds up the needle to show me the small amount of blood on its tip before bringing it up to his mouth to lick it. He smiles at my dumbfounded look.
“Don’t get so euphoric all by yourself, Rokko.”
“I wasn’t…”
“Absolutely were. You were sounding so needy just now.”
He sets the needle aside and reaches out to the newly-made piercing. I grimace reflexively as he rubs around the wound to squeeze out more blood. After enjoying himself on the feel of it, he brings it up to my lips and smears it around. The smell and taste of blood should have been unpleasant, but it brings about a disquieting arousal instead.
“It really suits you…”
Sensei gave a featherlight kiss to my blood-covered lips. That single kiss gently sucked away any doubts and complaints I had. Just as I got completely absorbed in that sensation, he pulls away with a long, warm exhale.
“Your blood is sweet.”
The image of my red liquid smearing onto Sensei is terribly perverted. I want to push myself inside those thin, blood-smeared lips that looked like a fresh wound.
“Hey, try taking me inside, with those lips…” I ask, voice shrill from excitement. I want him to take me into his hot, lewd mouth. A depraved deepthroat, taking me deep into his throat until he couldn’t anymore.
But Sensei ignores my plea, and instead gathers some more blood from my earlobe. He slowly straightens up and lets the blood fall from his fingers to my operation scar.
His bloody fingers glide on top of the scar, making it look like he’s cutting it open. The stimulation gives rise to a squeezing pain. My body stiffens unconsciously, and at that, he casually throws out a question.
“Hurts?”
It was such a simple question that I end up reflexively nodding in agreement.
“A little…”
“Well, you do look like you’re in pain sometimes.”
I lift my face in surprise and was met with Sensei’s intent gaze.
My internal organs were a mess after the accident, but in the end, the only thing they had to remove was a small part of my liver. Not much happened after they stitched me back up, and there were mostly no lasting effects.
But sometimes, the scar would ache when it gets cold. I hid the fact because it felt like I was getting dragged down by my past, but this sharp, sensitive person must have realized it a long time ago.
“What’s this, all of a sudden…”
“Even if I pierced your dick, it wouldn’t replace this wound, you know?”
“……”
…Why is it that he is always voicing the things I don’t want to face the most?
To avoid his gaze, I look down upon my body. The smeared blood made the scar look like it was gaping open. For the past three years, this scar had tied me down…
…as well as supported me.
It’s just as he said. I wanted to overwrite this scar with a new pain that could bind me and Sensei together with certainty. I felt that it could have helped me live on. That it could have saved me, even if just a little.
Realizing just how immature my thoughts were, I’m struck with a sudden embarrassment about various things.
I try to turn away to hide my reddening cheeks, but it was easy for him to grab my chin from where he’s straddling my body, so I failed at that. Unable to be honest in front of Sensei’s smug, know-it-all attitude, I ended up glaring at him.
“Even though I was prepared for you to pierce my dick… you’re so cruel, Sensei.”
“I mean, you were acting so spoiled for wanting me to wound you like that. Really pisses me off.”
“Isn’t it fine to spoil me a little? I’m gonna pierce your nipples afterward anyway.”
“Absolutely not. Don’t try making this into an exchange, dumbass.” He pinches my nose and twists it as hard as he could. After I started whining, he turned my chin as if to say How was it? Given up yet?
“Rokko, you’re rushing headlong into the weirdest things. No matter how much you worry, or get carried away and lose your footing, I won’t think of you as pitiful. So stop rushing. It’s tiring to watch.”
“…was I really?”
“There’s been this weird look on your face since the beginning of the year, y’know. Thought it was just stress so I left it alone, but it’s about time you get a grip already.”
As he grumbles on, the tension in my shoulders leave. Now that we’ve gotten to this point, I have no choice but to admit my failure. He saw through my enthusiastic front and sidestepped it entirely.
“So embarrassing…” I sigh without thinking.
“But that’s not the case, though?” he laughs. “Seeing how worked up you got was crazy entertaining, you know.”
“You’re welcome.”
In the end, if he smiles so gently like this, I have no choice but to fly my white flag and give up.
I thought I was on the right track with my relentless approach, but it seems that I was mistaken. I thought that I could catch up to him if I tried hard enough, but Sensei is far more mature, relaxed, and cooler than I give him credit for.
This is the person I’ve fallen in love with.
Even though I’m now chewing on my own inferiority, frustration and bitterness, I feel terribly fulfilled.
“In the end, I really do love you, Ōta-sensei.”
“I know that,” he says, grinning meaningfully as he lights up a cigarette. My eyes follow the trail of smoke he exhales so deliciously.
At some point, the sky outside the skylight had darkened, signaling the end of the day.
After leaving me to look at that sight with a refreshing sense of defeat, Sensei finally stood up.
“What are you doing?”
Since I’m not getting pierced, it would be nice to get out of these restraints. As I thought that and crane my neck around, Sensei came back with an armful of various tools.
“Well, I was thinking about giving my cute Rokko-kun a present.”
“What is it? A blowjob?”
“You’re still on about that, huh,” he says wryly as he quickly cleans up the piercing implements. In their place, paints are lined up.
“I’m gonna paint on your wound.”
It was a fantastical moment.
Using my body as his canvas, Sensei throws various colors onto it. The sensation of the brush gliding along my body gives rise to arousal, but it didn’t feel like the right atmosphere to bring it up.
Sensei’s focused profile is dignified and a little distant. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from this serious expression I had never seen before.
This distance feels nostalgic. In my high school years, I kept looking at him like this, day after day. The difference from that time is that I can now touch him. That he’s showing me this face.
“Ōta-sensei, I really love you.”
“Yeah, sure.”
And that when I voice my emotions like this, he properly responds to me.
Like stacking cellophane on top of one another, my past and present overlap and completely change the scenery I’m looking at.
Painting on colors without hesitation, my body is adorned in the blink of an eye. A short time later, Sensei exclaimed Done! and put away his paintbrush.
The finished painting is that of flowers(3). Grotesque crimson flowers that looked like it was made out of viscera. Vines twist and twine around the scar, as if drawing nourishment from my body to bloom its large flowers. The fleshy, nightmarish petals and twisted stamen are most certainly not beautiful, but I had a feeling that it suited me well.
“Rokko Ayahito.”
“Yes?”
“The title of this painting: How I see the current you.”
Those words took my breath away. So this is how I look to him? And that’s the expression he makes as he paints me?
—I’m overjoyed.
I had thought that this scar wasn’t something that should be adorned and displayed like this. The me from just a little bit ago would have been disoriented and filled with guilt instead of happiness. But the current me feels nothing but sincere happiness. I love the flowers Sensei gave me.
“Thank you very much.”
He didn’t make fun of the words that came out of my mouth. “Congratulations on your graduation, Rokko,” he announces instead, a faint smile on his face.
Ah, really. He’s so…
“Please release my arms. I want to hold you.” The restraints are now frustrating; I need to hold him now. But Sensei lightly shook his head.
“Nope.”
“Eh?”
“It’ll mess up the painting if we do it now. Hold it until I take a photo, will you?”
“That’s…!”
Ignoring my cries of frustration, Sensei takes out a professional one-lens digital camera, the kind people use for official documentation. He sets it up and clicks the shutter.
“That super erect dick looks great. Don’t get soft on me, I’m gonna take the photo like this.”
He doesn’t have to tell me; like that’ll ever happen. If anything, the tip is leaking precum on its own from how much it wants to be inside him already.
There’s also the relentless, composed gaze of Sensei from the other side of the camera. I know he’s just taking a photo, but a perverted pleasure is arising from just being looked on like this.
“Sensei…”
In this situation, I have no choice but to get him in the mood as quickly as I can. I move my hips to showcase my erect penis, made even hotter by my pent-up emotions.
“Haha, so lewd. Hey, how about twisting your body a bit more? Show off your abs a little.”
“Like this?”
I contort my body around to show off my abs and start moving my hips like I do when we have sex. After simulating how I move when I hit his good spots inside over and over again, he finally takes his eyes off of the camera lens.
“Not bad for a seduction attempt.”
Leaving behind the camera, he straddles me. Sensei makes a show of sticking out his tongue and letting his saliva drip from there to the tip of my dick. Feeling like I’m about to cum from that little bit of stimulation, I grit my teeth and endure. His tongue, wet with plenty of spit, licks around my glans. Unable to take the way it circles around my sensitive tip, I rock my hips in search of more stimulation.
“Please unbind me, Sensei… hurry, I wanna put it in…”
“Mm…”
He agreed to my request a lot easier than expected. I thought I’d have to prod him more, but perhaps Sensei is also at his limit.
The moment he frees all four of my limbs, I tackle Sensei down onto the bed. Swiftly stripping his lower half, I then grab and spread his legs wide open so I can bring my face closer to what lies between.
Framed by the tattoo is the hole I have been toying with nearly every day. Its edges are swollen, but it’s still tightly shut. Beyond that plump opening are the hot, wet folds I need to get to quickly. To facilitate that, I forcibly ram my tongue in there.
“Hi—!”
Sensei’s voice grows taut at the sudden stimulation to his still-tight hole. In contrast to his shriek, his hole twitches with joy around my tongue.
But it’s still too tight. My tongue’s not reaching deep enough.
“Please hold your legs on your own,” I say as I take his ass in my hands and firmly part his asshole with both of my thumbs. The sliver of his inner walls visible through the forcibly spread hole is a beautiful pink color. It looks delicious, so I lick and reach as deep as I could with my tongue.
“Ngh— ah, ah, ah…”
His voice melts as I knead open his hole and piston my tongue into it.
“Getting turned on… from getting licked here, Sensei, really is, a pervert.”
“Says… the one licking, so fervently… ah—!”
Our provocations have no bite. Maybe because we’ve both lost our composure, at this point.
I send spit inside him again and again, until that hot tightness becomes wet.
To be honest, I would rather use proper lube, but I don’t have it in myself to wait any longer.
“It’s fine if it hurts, right? Right? I wanna do it.”
“Yeah… ‘s fine, so hurry and put it in… ah…!”
I gather his knees in my arms and ram my overly-stimulated dick inside him. His walls squeeze me strongly from base to tip from a combination of stimulation and pain. My cum gushes inside him.
“Feels… so, good…”
I had no plans to hold off from the very start; I wanted to cum inside Sensei, anyway. And yet, my somehow still-hard dick is still throbbing violently inside him.
“Fuck… cumming all by yourself…”
“Do you want to cum too, Sensei…?
I forcibly bring his knees to his chest, push down on his ass-in-the-air unstable position, and fuck into him like an insatiable dog. Loud and wet squelches ring out as I grind into his inner walls, and eventually, Sensei’s dick grows hard. But finding it not enough, Sensei clings to me.
“Can’t, breathe… ah— don’t just, fuck me, touch, me there too—”
“Where?”
“Fuck… my dick, dumbass!”
“But I’m touching it? Look, it’s rubbing on my stomach. And it’s wet! There’s a sting of precum…”
“That’s— ha— not enough…!”
“Then, how about your piercings? Do you want to cum from the pain?”
Finding his annoyed pleas adorable, I slow down my thrusting and start roughly grabbing at the piercings on his balls. Putting all my strength into it, I crush his balls as I grind against the hafada piercings with my thumb.
“U, gh—!”
Trying to endure the pain, his body contorts itself into a shrimp-like ball. But judging by the way his balls strain in my hand, pain isn’t the only thing he’s feeling.
“Pervert.”
“Hya—!”
This time, I pull on his pubic barbell piercing. Sensei’s entire body leaps up like a spring, and my dick feels like it’s being torn off by the way he clamps down on me. Unable to bear it, I readjust my grip on his feet and thrust into the flesh that has melted like butter. Sweet noises spill out from his thin, trembling body.
“Ah— So tight, and hot, inside you, Sensei… the best…”
Feeling like I’m going insane from how sexy he is, I keep persistently hitting his most sensitive spots.
“Ah! A, ah, ngh— Rokko, too, much, ah…!”
Sensei claws at my body with both his hands at our unrefined, technique-less sex. His toes, curled up from pain and pleasure, smears the blood on my chest. Even with that pain, I forcibly bite down on his left shoulder. The taste of blood gradually fills my mouth as the tip of my teeth breaks skin.
“Aa— ngah! Hyaaaaa—!”
At that moment, Sensei bends over backwards as he came.
“Ha, haha… You came from the bite…”
“Mmm…”
Sensei lightly shakes his head in annoyance as I lick at the bitemark I left. His reddened eyes dazedly look at me. Covered in cum and spit, his face is gruesome and obscene.
“You really love pain, huh…”
Sensei laughs weakly as I give his nipple a squeeze. The back of my head melts away like the pleasure inside is being laid bare.
“That was great…”
“The biting?”
“Everything.”
The slight slur in his speech is proof enough that he truly did enjoy it. Finding it incredibly cute, I reach out and lick the semen that landed on his cheeks.
“You sure are honest today.”
“’Cause I got a good painting done.”
“So painting gets you horny?”
“Maybe? Who knows…”
Dodging the question, Sensei cradles my head in his hands and gently pulls me in for a kiss.
“Tastes like blood and cum,” he whispers, eyes gleaming.
“The flavors you like most, right?”
“I guess.”
We quietly giggle and whisper together, as if sharing secrets. He continues tracing his mouth from my cheek to my right ear.
“Your neck’s all red. Pretty impressive, honestly.”
Speaking of which, the pierced ear remained like that throughout sex. The bleeding has stopped now, but the blood has stained all the way to the nape of my neck. Sensei begins lapping up the traces of blood with the tip of his tongue. My dick, still inside him, grows harder from the sensation of his tongue on my body.
“How about we go look at jewelry for this piercing after we’re done?”
“Sure, but… are we gonna be done?” he asks, a coy smile on his face.
Seeing the unmistakable desire in each other’s eyes, we share a smile.
“Maybe not.”
(1) See Like a HONEYMOON
(2) Other names: Body Identity Integrity Disorder (BIID), xenomelia. Body integrity dysphoria was chosen since it’s the official name in the latest ICD (International Classification of Diseases, published by WHO)
(3) Since plurals are vague in Japanese, this could either be a singular flower or multiple flowers. For this translation, plural was chosen, but interpreting this as a singular flower isn’t wrong either. Same goes for the title of this story.
My Danhaji 6 tls are starting to pile up so I thought a masterpost would be a good idea. Sorted chronologically mostly for my ease.
Last Update: 03/03/26, Flowers Blooming on a Corpse
Below the cut:
Timeline and summary based on this GINGERBERRY page, with a few modifications. If there wasn't one on the original then I made it myself. Also, this only lists things I have access too; there's a decent amount of bonus content from events/purchase bonuses, but I don't have most of them. I'd be happy to translate if you let me have a look tho 👀
- ~1 month
All Lovers Anniversary (Short Story Collection)
Summer and Afterimage
Summary: A year into their relationship, Ōta reminisces about an encounter with Rokko before it all happened.
Note: As this is a flashback, I would recommend starting from either Poison Apple or the main entry below this.
- ~Days before Main Disc
Blog Short Story: Poison Apple
Drive | Tumblr post
Summary: Late summer. As his feelings come to a boil, Rokko attends an art class with Ōta-sensei.
Summary: Late September, a Sunday evening in the school art room. A student with ulterior motives meets with his cunning teacher.
Track 3: Afterstory - When was the Last Time you Dreamed of Flying in the Sky?
Drive
Summary: Three days after their encounter, Rokko visits Ōta again. Ōta brings up the past Rokko does not want to talk about.
Animate Special Mini Drama: Layering Love on the Backbeat
Drive
Summary: Ōta tries to take Rokko out on a trip to the sea. They don't get there, but still have a lot of fun.
+ ~1 month
Second Secret (Short Story Collection)
Rabies
Drive | Tumblr post
Summary: Ōta spends another evening at Rokko's place. He's been doing that a lot, recently.
Crushing on you
Summary: Rokko visits Ōta's place, and gets a firsthand look at his paintings, among other things. (Low translation priority: the Drama CD adaptation is already translated below)
~Second Secret~ -Rokko x Ōta-
Crushing on you (2 Tracks)
Drive
Summary: Adapted from the novel version, with an extra scene at the end.
+ ~3 months
Vol. 2 After Disc ~GIFT~
Like a HONEYMOON (3 Tracks)
Drive
Summary: Rokko takes Ōta on a New Year's trip, including a visit to a nearby shrine.
Epilogue
Drive
Summary: Rokko, Ōta, and Shidō (vol. 4) talk about the film club's new movie, and the topic quickly moves onto love.
Animate Bonus Track: YOLO!
Drive
Summary: As a present for passing his university entrance exams, Rokko requests some vibrator play.
Rokko's Graduation
All Combination CD vol.2, Disc 2
After You're Gone
Drive
Summary: A few days before graduation. Ōta is smoking on the rooftop when Rokko finds him, accidentally reenacting their first meeting.
Second Secret (Short Story Collection)
Flowers Blooming from a Corpse
PDF | EPUB | Tumblr post
Summary: After his graduation, Rokko gets his wish of getting a piercing, fulfilled by Ōta himself.
+ ~1 year
All Combination CD vol.2
SIDE Ōta (9 Tracks) [in progress]
SIDE Rokko (9 Tracks) [in progress]
Summary: The combi parts with either Ōta or Rokko, as well as their solo parts.
All Lovers Anniversary (Short Story Collection)
Phantom Pain [in progress]
Summary: "Sensei, how long was your longest relationship?"
+ ~2 years
All Combination CD vol.2, Disc 2
Happy☆Crazy☆Love Life
Summary: Rokko tries to help a drunk Ōta to bed, but he has other ideas...
Summer Vacation
August's Secret
Drive
Summary: For this year's summer vacation, Rokko takes Ōta on a secluded outing...
+ ~3 years
~Second Secret~ -Rokko x Ōta-
Goodbye, Childhood.
Summary: After five years of nearly no contact with his family, Rokko meets again with his brother. Ōta is there for the aftermath.
Second Method (Short Story Collection)
Let Me Spoil You, Sensei
Summary: Rokko accepts Ōta's sudden outing invitation, and the destination turns out to be... his parents' house?!
~Second Colors~ - Rokko x Ōta -
Ya'aburnee 1 (Track 1 of 2)
Summary: Adaptation of the "Let Me Spoil You, Sensei" short story from Ōta's POV.
+ ~4 years
Second Method (Short Story Collection)
Ya'aburnee
Summary: Summer. While picking up his drunk lover from the bar, Rokko meets one of Ōta's old friends.
~Second Colors~ -Rokko x Ōta-
Ya'aburnee 2 (Track 2 of 2)
Summary: Adaptation of the short story of the same title from Ōta's POV.
+ ~5 years
~Second Colors~ -Rokko x Ōta-
Gympie Gympie (3 Tracks)
Summary: Tired from his first year as a working adult, Rokko looks forward to spending the summer with Ōta... but he's nowhere to be found. As Rokko chases after him, he faces Ōta's past.
Danshi Koukousei, Hajimete no vol 6 ~ Spoil Me, Sensei~
Voice Actors: Yashiro Taku & Shingaki Tarusuke
Characters: Rokko Ayahito x Oota Jin
Total Length: 48:08
NSFW Rating: Yes (Explicit sex scene)
Summary: Late September, a Sunday evening in the school art room. A student with ulterior motives meets with his cunning teacher.
Notes: The official beginning point of this Drama CD series! There’s already a translation of the first two tracks done by Kabedon Company, but I’m making this as a reference point for my future translations, since it introduces a couple key motifs. I’ve also made slight modifications for the Afterstory translations (first version here).
Danhaji ~Second Secret~ Short Story Collection: Rabies
Characters: Rokko Ayahito x Ōta Jin
Translation Word Count: 1766 words
Referenced Entries: Vol. 6 Afterstory
NSFW Rating: Yes (explicit sex scene)
Notes: Took me a while since this was only the second short story I'll be translating for these two, but now that I have more experience hopefully the next ones can be done faster and better. I couldn't figure out a good way to incorporate footnotes on a tumblr post, so you'll have to look at the pdf for that until I do.
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Inside this quiet apartment room, filthy and wet noises echo along with the faint hum of the AC. Rokko, with only his shirt and pants and sporting a bedhead, is nestled between my sloppily opened legs and single-mindedly sucking my cock.
“Hey, Sensei. Does it feel good…?” he asks, looking up while sucking my dick.
“Let me think…”
I respond indifferently, denying him the answer he wanted. As expected, the eyes looking up at me grew annoyed, and he pounces upon me frantically.
Starting from my navel piercing, Rokko licks me thoroughly, tracing the pubic bone to the hafada. He bites and licks there until it’s sopping wet, then moves on to the frenum.
Servicing me with only his mouth, he’s even more dog-like than I expected.
“…ugh!”
“Here…?”
A moan leaked out of my mouth as he lightly nips on my shaft. With glee, he kept licking at that same spot over and over. I shiver at the gentle stimulation.
The blowjob started out too strong and frantic, but he’s completely gotten the hang of it now. He really is a fast learner.
“That’s it,” I whisper while petting his hair. At that, Rokko smiles as his eyes glow with desire.
It’s been a few weeks since I started this relationship with Rokko. Without realizing it, I’ve come to visit his place several times a week.
This room he’s living alone in is very convenient and cozy. The slightly larger than average 1LDK is a three-minute walk away from a private railway station. The newly built, still-beautiful apartment comes equipped with security.
From what I’ve heard, this guy’s family has been running a pharmacy for generations. It has multiple branch locations and has become a household name in its region. Makes sense, since this seems to be the kind of room prepared for the child of such a household.
The more I know about him, the more he feels like a well-disciplined, well-mannered young master type.
The room is always clean, with everything in its proper place. Clothes go into the closet, and the laundry is always ironed. Of course, Rokko does all of this by himself, without anyone’s help.
Meals are three times a day, always at the same time. He gets his teeth cleaned once a month, cuts his nails once a week, takes a bath every day, and always throws out his trash on the correct day. The single pair of shoes at the entrance is always perfectly polished.
Everything done properly, and an excessive amount of propriety, all instilled from a young age.
If nothing had happened, Rokko probably would have married a girl of the same pedigree and gone on to build a family of his own.
But that day, it all came to an abrupt stop.
After that, something in him broke. His heart was shattered and became distorted.
And that’s why Rokko wants me.
Because a distorted hole will only accept an equally distorted piece.
“…what are you thinking about?”
Noticing that my mind was elsewhere, Rokko gently bit down on my flaccid cock.
“Hmm? Just thinking about how good you’ve gotten at blowjobs.”
“All lies,” he sulks, nipping at the piercings at the base of my cock as hard as possible. I moan involuntarily at the jolt of pain, and not letting that go, Rokko hooks his teeth on the piercings and pulled.
“It’s hard again,” he says happily, then continued pulling at the piercings over and over.
My hips leapt at the jolt of pain that ran through my spine, and after holding me down firmly, he took me deep into his mouth again.
He swallowed me down to the base, and I can feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of Rokko’s throat.
His throat gently squeezed from swallowing, and the pressure on my frenum sent a jolt of pleasure. After swallowing some more to confirm the feel, Rokko starts moving his head up and down.
“Aah…”
The inside of his mouth is warm and wet. The smoothness of the wet tongue caressing the head of my dick makes me melt.
He rubs the tip on the inside of his cheek, but unsatisfied with just that, he begins rubbing the frenum with the back of his throat.
“Ngh— Rokko, there, like that…”
“Like this?”
My dick pulses as the piercings scrapes against the roof of his mouth.
“Ah… feels good…”
“Me too… your piercings rubbing against my mouth feel good…”
I couldn’t get enough of the irregular stimulation from his mumbling.
The pressure from his tongue and mouth rams up to crushing, and suddenly, I feel like I’m close. Happy at my quickening breaths, Rokko begins sucking even harder. The strong sensations are vicious.
“Rokko… close—”
“Cum… I’ll drink it up, Sensei…”
A sudden suck leaves my hips weak.
“Ngh, ah—!”
With a gulp, Rokko swallows the hot cum as if it was a matter of course. As if it wasn’t enough, he laps up the remaining cum around his mouth.
“Haha, was it that good?”
“Not really, but it was still yours.”
After sucking up any remaining cum from my dick, Rokko finally lets go of it from his mouth in satisfaction. Maybe it was the friction, but his wet lips are redder than usual.
“Thinking about how a part of you is inside me now is so arousing…”
Rokko’s eyes turn into crescent slits as he smiles. The rabid glint in his eyes flicker precariously. I gently part the hair that has stuck to his forehead from sweat.
“I really do love that expression of yours.”
“Eh?”
Finding his surprised expression cute, I lean down for a kiss. The tongue intertwined with mine reeks of naivete, and that excites me.
I pushed and climbed on top of Rokko as he continues to look up at me. The big, erect mass behind his jeans rubs at my stomach. I wrap my palms around it to feel, before slowly unzipping the tight jeans. The thing that came out flying when I slipped off his boxer briefs was hot, hard, and pulsating.
“Still gonna put it in?” I whisper in his ear while lightly scratching his shaft with my nails.
“Of course! That much was just foreplay, what are you saying now…”
Rokko’s voice is hoarse with need as he grabs my ass and begins kneading. His hot hands part my asscheeks, and he jams both his thumbs inside the hole.
“Making me wait when you’re so ready like this, Sensei is really horrible.”
The hole that was already loosened and lubed up before the blowjob wets the fingers he pushed in.
“Ngh…”
The feeling of the warm lotion sliding down my thighs makes my asshole clench.
Rokko’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
Suddenly, he forcefully pulled me down and pushed the tip in. The hot shaft sank into my ass with a dull sound.
“Haha… you sure are spirited. Didn’t we do it just yesterday?”
“But you want this too, clearly…”
Just like that, my throat sticks out he pushed his dick inside in one go. The tip of his swollen dick aggressively rubs inside me.
“Aa! Ah—”
Rokko’s dick was excited from the beginning after so much teasing, and it still is even now. That dick is relentlessly splitting me open, driving inside as deep as it could over and over again. The way his large hands grip my hips painfully as he greedily pushes them around is irresistible.
“Sensei… Sensei, love you, love you…”
I love the face he makes during sex.
It’s been more tolerable recently, but at school, his expressions are as controlled as always. The smiles, the worry, the endless geniality, all of it a perfect facade.
But during sex, his unrestrained emotions show. He indulges and loses himself in those emotions sprouting from the depths of his being.
With nowhere else to hide, his tender heart is bare to see.
Rokko seems to think of his own heart as a wound-riddled, near-dead thing, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. His heart was a living, pulsating thing. Spurting out blood, writhing and crawling in agony. More desperately struggling to live than anyone else.
That Rokko is so very dear to me.
“It feels so good inside you, I might go stupid…” he says, spellbound as he keeps fucking into me.
Rokko’s figure is drenched in sweat. Well-trained muscles ripple beneath his skin.
“This is, still nothing…”
I collapse on top of Rokko and coax him into a kiss. The intense stimulation to my prostrate from the change in angle feels so good.
“More. Let’s feel even better, Rokko…”
The lips enveloping mine are much larger than my own. I can feel pain on the base of my tongue as he sucks on it with all his might, like he’s trying to rip it out of my mouth.
My mouth, my stomach, filled to the limit with Rokko.
But he simply kept going further. The sensitive organ covered only with a thin layer of mucus pushed further, wanting to go as deep as it could and beyond.
This kind of passionate, relentless, and all-consuming sex might destroy me one day.
The very thought of it thrills me.
“What are you laughing about…?”
His comment shakes me out of my thoughts. Apparently, at some point, I had begun to laugh out loud.
Rokko, who’s been thrusting up into me from below, asks me curiously. Finding his slightly scrunched, sweat-soaked brows sexy, I run my tongue across them.
“You’ve been laughing too, you know.”
“I have?”
“Yep. For a while now.”
“…I mean, it’s fun. I haven’t had fun in a long time, but sex with you is so much fun!” he says, grinning broadly.
Satisfied with his answer, I can feel my smile broadening as well.
“Then, let’s have even more fun.” To that, in lieu of words, Rokko answers me with his body.
Summary: Rokko, Oota, and Shidou (vol. 4) talk about the film club's new movie, and the topic quickly moves onto love.
Notes: I was thinking of merging it with the main entry, but decided to make it its own thing since the story doesn't really connect. Hope it's still worthwhile!
Danhaji 2nd After Disc -GIFT- part Rokko x Oota: Like a HONEYMOON
Voice Actors: Yashiro Taku x Shingaki Tarusuke
Characters: Rokko Ayahito x Oota Jin
Total Tracks: 3
Total Length: 25:42
NSFW Rating: Yes (explicit sex scenes on Tracks 1 & 2, mentions of sex on Track 3)
Summary: Rokko takes Oota on a New Year's trip, including a shrine visit.
Notes: Scheduled this for New Year's (my time at least)! Happy New Year for all of us. This is the most confused I’ve been about how they’re positioned during sex scenes so far, hope it’s still understandable.
Danhaji Second Secret -Rokko x Oota- : Crushing on you
Voice Actors: Yashiro Taku x Shingaki Tarusuke
Characters: Rokko Ayahito x Oota Jin
Total Tracks: 2
Total Time: 27:55
NSFW Rating: Yes (sex mention on Track 1, explicit sex scene on Track 2)
Summary: A month into their relationship, Rokko visits Oota's place.
Notes: Been done a while ago but I forgot to put it here... there’s not a lot of information about how these characters are positioned in the
audio/dialogue itself, especially during sex, so I’ve kept the translation similarly vague to leave it to the reader’s imagination.
Summary: Oota takes Rokko on an outing to the sea, by car. They don't get there, but still managed to have fun.
Notes: And with this we're finished with the main disc! I'm trying to do this in chronological order, so next up should be the first two tracks of Second Secret, unless my copy of the first anniv novel arrives before I finish (there's a story that takes place before the main disc there). From this point on I will not be posting the tls for discs under the cut because of formatting reasons, so expect this treatment only for stories.
Danshi Koukousei, Hajimete no vol. 6 Blog Short Story: Poison Apple
Ilustration and original text here [Note: Original link dead as of 20/07/2025 but still accessible via Wayback Machine. I also have a .doc copy of the text, message me if interested.]
Pairing: Rokko Ayahito x Oota Jin (pre-relationship)
Other Character(s): Sugimoto Aru (vol. 4)
Translation Word Count: 1360 words
NSFW Rating: Maybe (character imagining sexual acts)
Timeline: Before Main Disc
Summary: Amidst his student council work for the cultural festival, Rokko attends his weekly art class with Oota-sensei.
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tl below the cut:
After summer break, Konomi Academy is buzzing with hype for the cultural festival.
Student Council President Sannou, who has been devoting himself to simplifying council operations so everyone can participate, is paying special attention to the cultural festival. After all, it would be the perfect thing to showcase to his rumored “beautiful college student” lover.
Thanks to that, even an ordinary student council member like me has become somewhat busy. I am in charge of allocating classrooms for use during the cultural festival. Since everyone wants a place with good foot traffic to attract customers, accommodating all the requests is going to be difficult. It’s a pain, but that’s just how it is. Wanting to wrap this up as fast as I could, I’m spending my lunch break going around the whole school.
I don’t even care about the student council in the first place.
Since the student council representative in our class had to go abroad as an exchange student to Konomi Academy’s sister school in America, I ended up taking over her job because nobody else wanted to. Taking up the job with the intent of living up to the image of ‘the Flawless Rokko-kun’, I ended up with the reputation as ‘the most likeable boy in school’.
I’m not sure how that happened, but thanks to that, my school life had become a breeze. I’ve decided that this is an acceptable outcome.
“Oh, Rokko-senpai? Is there something you need?”
In the 2nd grade class I’m visiting, I hear a voice that I recognize as Sugimoto Aru, a kouhai who goes to the same part-time job as me in a cafe.
Perfect timing. I make sure to wave around the paper forms in my hand.
“I brought the cultural festival forms, who am I supposed to pass these to in this class?”
“Oh, that should be Takaki’s job. Wait… doesn’t seem like they’re here. Let me pass it on.”
“Thank you. Please also tell them to bring the completed forms to the student council room.”
“Sure… also, I’m sorry, Senpai.”
“For what?”
“I haven’t been able to take any shifts recently…”
In contrast to his flashy appearance, Aru worries about others a lot. That’s why, when he was cast as the main actor for the film club’s new movie, he became concerned about not being able to take shifts at the cafe. It’s not like he’s not going because he’s slacking off, so I don’t know what he’s even sorry for…
Still, the useful Aru’s arbitrary gratitude is very convenient for me.
I smile more broadly to squeeze out as much gratitude as possible.
“It’s fine, you know. I was planning to take those shifts anyway.”
“But I heard that you’ve taken 5 shifts this week already…”
“No need to force yourself. Thanks for your concern.”
After I say that, Aru’s expression turns apologetic. A nice expression that tugs at your heartstrings. With that face, it’s no wonder that he’s popular with women. As expected of a lead actor.
Unfortunately, it’s something I have no interest in.
Besides, the reason why I got a lot of shifts in the first place isn’t for Aru’s sake. It’s because that person will be coming. The reason I got a part-time job in that cafe to begin with is because it’s close to that person’s house. That was all.
But it’s not like anyone else needs to know about that.
“Well then, thank you for taking care of the documents.”
As the chime for the afternoon classes ring, I turn and head towards the art room. It is the 5th period on a Tuesday.
For the next two hours, it will just be me alone with Oota-sensei.
Konomi Academy is an average co-ed high school you can find anywhere. Inside, there are people who are a little different than average.
The first is the previous student council president.
And the other is Oota-sensei the art teacher.
Bleached hair. Cartilage piercings on his ear. There’s a rumor that the reason why someone so far from the image of a teacher can get a job as one is because of his connections to the chairman. In those rumors, the nature of that “connection” is vague. Anything from relatives, to former student and teacher, to Sensei being his bastard child or his lover.
Nobody knows anything about him, and those are the kinds of rumors surrounding him. Moreover, since he has never confirmed or denied anything, those rumors have taken a life of their own.
Even while knowing all this, he pays none of it any mind. He wanders about the school as he likes, alone as always. His reputation with fellow staff members is incredibly poor, for obvious reasons.
That is the Sensei I like.
Someone very special to me. I love him.
The sound of charcoal moving across the sketchbook fills the quiet of the art room. Enjoying the AC by the sunlit window, Oota-sensei looks about to fall asleep.
“You seem sleepy, Oota-sensei.”
“Yeah… went out drinking with friends last night,” he says as he lets out one big yawn.
The sight of him groaning as he stretches is truly reminiscent of a cat. Those narrow eyes, lithe body, and that carefree attitude too.
“Sex friends usually don’t count as friends, Sensei.”
“What exactly are you trying to say, Rokko-kun? Even I have normal friends too.”
“…That’s surprising.”
“What’s with that obviously feigned look of surprise?”
“Isn’t it cute?”
“Nope. What, did some girl tell you it was? Trying to brag about your popularity?”
Saying that without the slightest hint of annoyance, Sensei lets out yet another big yawn. Then, he leans over the window frame and closes his eyes.
“Please stop pretending to sulk and going to sleep.”
“Wake me when you’re done, I wanna see the drawing.”
“What a good-for-nothing teacher.”
“Not like you care.”
As he closes his eyes with a smile, he hides his face in his hands to avoid the sunlight. It really does look like he’s going to sleep.
Does Sensei even understand how important these conversations are to me?
…maybe he does. Or maybe he’s just this kind of person.
At times like these, I feel very childish. Even when he treats me casually, the gap between us does not close.
“If Sensei sleeps, I’ll just go and skip class.”
“Feel free to do as you like, then,” he mutters sluggishly, and then silence.
Well, that’s fine too. I sigh to myself, then continue working on my sketch.
On top of a piece of cloth was arranged an apple, a lemon, and a flower vase.
While I have absolutely no interest in the arts, this optional art class is one of the very few ways I can maintain regular contact with Sensei. Since most students are enrolling in special classes aimed at college entrance exams, the optional arts courses aren’t very popular. With some planning, I directed other students into the other art courses.
As a result, I managed to secure two hours every week where I can be alone with Sensei.
The sound of charcoal against the paper mixed with Sensei’s soft breathing is very calming to my ears.
His pale hair sways in the slight breeze created by the AC.
I’ve thought about it over and over again, but he really is beautiful. The white, supple stretch of his neck, the thin lips, the shapely nose. It’s as if he was a man-made creation.
I want to thrust my dick between those lips.
I want to see that neat hair messed up because of me.
While desiring as I pleased, I continued moving my charcoal.
At some point, the sketch of the apple had become stained black, as if it was poisonous. Stained black from persistence, just like my desires.
I want to make you eat this apple.
I want to stain you with my poison.
Sensei is still asleep.
I am still working on my sketch.
Inside this quiet art room, our passions continue to ferment.
I only have a little more than six months left at this school.
Will I be able to have you in that time, I wonder?
Afterstory: When was the Last Time you Dreamed of Flying in the Sky?
Voice Actors: Yashiro Taku x Shingaki Tarusuke
Characters: Rokko Ayahito x Oota Jin
Track Length: 13:39
NSFW Rating: No (non-graphic mentions of sex)
Notes: There's already a translation for the first two tracks by Kabedon Company, so I've decided to complete the disk. Other danhaji tls coming soon, but particularly of this couple.
Haven't seen any tls of this extra yet so here's my take on it! Raws from this post by @/supaderp, everything else by yours truly (feel free to repost on manga sites but please credit my tumblr)
