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Paradise

Fem!Reader X Yujiro Hanma

Companion piece/continuation of THIS, THIS, and THIS.

Waaaaah I am so sorry this is what… Months late? A year late? (;テ﹏テ) So much has happened in the past few months that held this up and I apologize. I know I even promised to have it done by the end of February and now we are well into April. :( Truly, I think the moral of this tale is that I never need to make deadlines because I will inevitably break them due to some bs and then everyone will be sad (me included), the end lul.

BUT, here it is! The next (and most likely final maybe?) part of the Yujiro step father saga! At a whopping 18k+ words it has dethroned my Taiju fic as the longest thing I have posted here. That being said, it low-key killed me and though I knew what direction I wanted to go, I am still unsure if I met the overall goal I was going for here. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I have been working on it so long I feel like the longer I stare at it the more of a blur it becomes so the editing may be kind ass too and for that I am sorry.

Regardless, I present it to you with all my love and affection, mwah mwah mwah, thank you for putting up with me and how long I take to do literally anything I love you all and you are the best! ♡( ❛ั દ ❛ั ) I hope you all enjoy!!! <3

WARNINGS: Stepcest, noncon, dubcon, explicit NSF DOUBLE U this so 18+ only please, vulgar language and obnoxious condescending pet names, Yujiro being a huge asshole (as always), oral sex (reader giving and receiving), sex in general, forced cheating, general possessive yandere tones, brief mentions of death/suicide, reader getting generally fucked up in every way they possibly can.

(As a side note… Why do I always have to give Katsumi the short end of the stick? Can’t he just be happy? Can’t nice things happen to him? He is best boy and doesn’t deserve this and I am shaming myself for how I keep cucking him in my fics looooooool)

Sweat poured off you in buckets, drenching your clothes until they clung uncomfortably to your body. Breathing came in jagged gulps, tearing through your lungs and burning up your throat. Exhausted, your body had slumped over in defeat, hands gripping tightly just above your quivering knees, holding on in fear of toppling over.

But even as you barely clung on, you felt accomplished.

“Look at that improvement!”

You glanced up at your ‘teacher’ Katsumi, a broad smile plastered against his handsome face. You noted that even with all the work the two of you just put in, he didn’t look nearly as worn out as you did. His gi was immaculate, so pristine it seemed to glow, nary a crease or wrinkle upon its surface. Compared to the soggy mess you were, the difference in appearance was laughable. He looked like he just got done with warm up stretches, and you looked like a drowned rat.

However your appearance was of no consequence to the karate master, his eyes beaming down on you shone with an immense pride so infectious that you couldn’t help but reciprocate. Katsumi was always kind and patient with you, never once chiding you on your struggles or lack of skill. If anything, the support he provided you bordered on unjustified. You were just some nobody in a dojo of thousands, and yet he took time out of his busy schedule each day just to train with you.

What started as simple self-defense techniques taught in between his other classes, eventually turned into full on tutoring lessons. He even presented you with your own gi at some point, which you donned proudly, even if you didn’t quite feel as if you had earned the right to wear it yet.

“The baby bird may even be ready to leave the nest soon.”

You snorted, “Thank you, but I think I am a far cry from that. I can barely do half the basic strikes correctly, let alone consider myself a martial artist.” You smiled at him, “Sorry, but looks like you are gonna be stuck with me as a pupil for quite some time.”

His grin grew, “Well I think you sell yourself short, but I won’t lie to myself and say I’m not happy to hear it. I’d be lonely with you off going off kicking ass in other parts of the dojo without me by your side.” He finished his sentence with a coy wink.

You were glad your face was already red from exertion, otherwise the red tint of your cheeks would have been painfully obvious to the man before you.

You had been more or less living with the Orochi family since you left your apartment. After coming clean to your brother’s over what their father had done to you, it was universally decided that this was the best option. Staying with Baki was inviting more run-ins with the ogre, and living with Jack and his drug dependency would only cause you more duress. Neither brother was keen on causing more upsets in your life after what you had been through.

Both men furious when you first broke the situation down to them. You weaved your tale in between sobs, nearly incoherent with how much you were wheezing and blubbering. Looking at their intense expressions through teary eyes, you weren’t even sure you were getting your point across to them. Your outburst felt infantile and your vulnerability with them embarrassed you greatly, but once you started you couldn’t stop.

“He forced himself on you?” Jack was the first to comment on your confession, the malice in his voice thick as he spoke. “Yurjiro Hanma broke into your living space and molested you?”

It was worded as a question, but there was no hint of doubt in Jack’s voice. His lip curled into a snarl, meaty hands squeezing into tight fists by his side. His breathing grew labored as he shot up from his seated position. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” he seethed, “It’s not enough that he destroys our lives, now he is getting his kicks fucking up our sister? He’s dead.”

You shrank under Jack’s intensity, wringing your sweat ridden hands in your laps. Even as you relayed the horrible truth, you were unsure if this was the right thing to do. Could you truly predict the repercussions of this confession? Watching your brothers visibly tense as you tattled about Yujiro, the oppressive anger that radiated from Jack that grew with each word spoken… You couldn’t help but feel that this could lead nowhere good.

You were beginning to wish you kept your mouth shut.

“I just…” Baki stared at you, a look of shock on his face, “Yujiro did that to you? The night you came home from my place?”

After a nod of confirmation, he spoke through gritted teeth, “If I would have known… If I would have fucking known he was here waiting for you…”

A heavy silence fell over the three of you as a sense of tremendous unease lingered in the confining apartment walls. Each word spoke on the matter made you relive the scenario over again, making you feel pitiful and weak, unable to do anything but cry and cause your siblings to fret over you. You should have never heaped this burden on their shoulders. Your brothers had their own lives and problems to worry about without you adding to their issues. It was selfish, and seeing them ruminate over you in deep concern left you drowning in your guilt.

You never much cared for fighting, but in the moment you wished more than anything you had the strength they had. If only you were strong enough to handle this on your own, things would never have arrived at this point.

Even still, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest. Through the grime of what was done to you, you found an ounce of peace in knowing that your brothers had your back in this, even if you were against an insurmountable force. You were no longer alone.

“P-please,” your voice warbled out to them, “Please don’t go after him. Please…” Even more tears flooded your eyes, “I don’t know what I would do if he killed you.”

Both men glanced at each other, their anger waning slightly hearing the heartache in your voice. After they came to an unspoken agreement, Baki latched his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I should have never let you walk home alone,” the vibrations from his voice buzzed in your ear, “If I had been there… (Name), I am so sorry. This will never happen again, I’ll make sure of it.”

“WE’LL make sure of it,” Jack cut in, kneeling down to better face you, “We both let you down by not protecting you from this, so I’ll be damned if I let him corner you again.”

You shook your head slightly, wiping the tears from your eyes. “It’s not your fault. Please, don’t blame yourselves for this. There was… I mean, there is no real way to stop him, is there? Even with how strong the two of you are,” you leaned in harder against Baki, “he’ll do what he wants. He’d rip through us all and not care in the slightest.”

“It won’t happen.” Baki’s voice sounded resolute as he latched on tighter, pulling you in even closer. “That will never happen. I don’t care if I have to chain you to me, he’ll never get close to you again, at least not without me there to protect you.”

Jack cracked a smile, “It’s like you took the words right out of my mouth. He’s tries anymore shit and he’ll be getting his fair share of hell from me as well.”

You smiled at your brothers, bottom lip quivering as you pulled away from Baki.

“Thank you,” you sniffled, “Thank you so much. I love you guys.” You inhaled sharply, “And I’m sorry I kept this from you.”

Jack placed his hand on your head, enveloping the entire crown. He tousled your hair, shooting you a lop-sided smile.

“There is no need for an apology. What else are brothers for?”

~

That was nearly eleven months ago.

Almost an entire year had gone by since that day, and in that time so many things had changed. After deliberation it was decided staying with the Orochi’s was the safest option for you. Not only were you already familiar with them, having known Doppo since Baki became acquainted with him, but Doppo was a ‘friend’ of sorts to Yujiro. Or at the very least, he was someone the ogre mildly respected. Even if he was a brute, Yujiro had a level of decorum and was not in the market to show rudeness to those he deemed worthy of his acquaintance.

This ultimately meant that out of anyplace, the Shinshinkai dojo was one of the safest places you could conceivably stay. And honestly, you were fine just staying in the dojo itself. There were plenty of unoccupied beds for if anyone got injured and needed to rest, a fully stocked kitchen, plenty of showers and changing rooms, it was near a train station so you could still make it to work, and best of all no matter what time it was, there were always people nearby.

Yet this didn’t sit right with Doppo, and it wasn’t long before he began to insist that you stay with him and his wife at his house. You politely declined several times, not wanting to cause any upheaval to their daily lives. But Doppo wouldn’t take no for an answer, and he kept pushing until you finally gave in.

Your reception into their home was warm, Natsue introducing herself with a tight hug the moment you made it past their front door. She showed you around their beautiful and charmingly antiquated home, the whole time gushing about how excited she was to have a girl in their house (turns out though she undeniably loved her son, she always wanted a daughter of her own), and how with such a big house things could get lonely, but now it would no longer be an issue.

Realizing you may be with them for the long haul, you did what you could to help around their house. Whatever chores needed done, you were on it. Though they said it wasn’t necessary, you helped with groceries and cooking as well, and set aside some money each month as a form of rent. It was always a struggle to give it to them, but you were adamant about not taking advantage of their hospitality and your stubbornness always won in the end.

And for months, you remained happy with them in their home. Each time you sat down to dinner, or were greeted after coming home from work, you realized a bit forlornly that this must be what having a true family felt like. The sense of harmony and belonging you felt in their company was unlike anything you had ever felt with your own family, and you treasured each moment you spent in their presence.

Yet still, things weren’t perfect. You hadn’t forgotten in the slightest why you were in this position to begin with. As long as Yujiro was still an issue, your safety and freedom was on the line. You would often wonder if you would have to worry about this the rest of your life, relying on the kindness and protection of others to live with a modicum of normalcy. That niggling question ate away at you ceaselessly, upsetting you greatly.

It didn’t matter how many times you were told otherwise, you simply couldn’t shake the feeling of being a burden. It was ridiculous that you had to stay locked up in a literal complex of fighters to feel even remotely safe, and even still you worried what would happen if Yujiro showed up. To make matters worse, someone had to accompany you to and from work and errands, keeping watch until you safely made it in and out of buildings. You felt like a child, weak and without autonomy, and that planted seeds of rage within you.

For this reason, you approached Katsumi to train you.

You were worried he would tease you, seeing as you weren’t the most athletic person in the world and your familiarity with any form of martial arts went little beyond what you saw in your brother’s matches. However he was delighted when you shyly breached the topic, lighting up like a Christmas tree before the request even fully left your lips.

“Of course I’ll help train you,” he laughed, “I’d love too! Not to gloat or anything, but you couldn’t have picked a better teacher. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be a true force of nature.”

You weren’t delusional, you knew there was no way you could ever put a dent in Yujiro let alone hope to defeat him. But waiting around like a sitting duck wasn’t ideal either, so you knew you had to act unless you wanted to be stuck slinking around in fear for the rest of your life. Leeching off people for protection was not how you wanted to be spending the rest of your days.

And besides, at the very least learning basic defense made you feel better. Maybe you could never take on Yujiro Hanma (or really anyone else in the dojo, for that matter), but hopefully any other bozo trying to mess with you on the street had another thing coming.

~

Katsumi placed his hand on the small of your back, the gentle touch drawing you back to the present.

“You alright (name),” he spoke evenly, giving your back a small rub “I didn’t push you too hard, did I?”

You shook your head, “No of course not! Sorry for zoning out, I just kinda got lost in thought for a minute.”

He frowned, “I hope those thought’s didn’t include Yujiro, did they?”

You cursed Katsumi’s intuitive nature, your body jerking at the sound of that monsters name. Months later, and even a mention of that bastard still made your skin crawl.

Noting this, Katsumi sighed deeply, “If that asshole even so much as sticks one toe on Shinshinkai property, he’s gonna have the entire force of the dojo on him, and I will be leading the charge.” He smiled at you warmly, his arm moving to snake around your shoulders, “Besides, I wasn’t just being nice when I said you are improving. You pack a bite now, so if he tries to pull anymore shit with you he has it coming to him one way or another.”

You smiled at Katsumi, instantly eased by his words and the feel of his warm, strong body pressed to your side. “You’re right. Thank you for the reminder, teach.”

“Anytime, you are my favorite pupil after all.” He playfully shook you, getting you to move with him towards the exit. “Now I don’t know about you, but I worked up an appetite. Let’s get cleaned up and we’ll go out someplace. You pick, it’ll be my treat.”

~

“Are you sure you are going to be alright?”

His words were followed with a heavy sigh. His hands rested on his hips, muscled body lurching slightly with the bounce of his foot. Dark eyes scrutinized you as he stood in the doorway, packed bags sprawled at his feet.

“Yes Katsu,” you laughed teasingly, “I’m sure I can manage a week on my own in a fortified bunker surrounded by only the best that shinshinkai has to offer, though it will be terribly hard to get by without my favorite eye candy to ogle at.”

He fought a smirk tugging at his lips, his composure winning over your playful remark. “You’re real cute, but I’m not kidding around right now. Doppo will be gone too, so if anything were to happen while we’re gone…”

You walked closer to him, your smile softening, “Don’t worry about me. I’ve been with you guys just over a year at this point and nothing bad has happened to me in that time. Nothing will happen either, even if you go on your trip.” His stern expression didn’t waiver after your assurances, causing you to let out a heavy sigh, “I’ll be safe here, and if necessary Baki and Jack are never too far away. I want you to go on this trip and have fun, you deserve this.”

His anxiety finally relented, a soft smile tugging at his lips as his shoulders relaxed. The warmth in his eyes as they held you made your heart flutter, his expression making you want to contradict yourself and jump into his arms, beg him to stay with you.

You had only been official with Katsumi a few months and though you knew it may be silly to think such a way, you couldn’t help but feel like he was the one for you. For quite a while you had pushed your burgeoning crush on him to the side, convincing yourself the time he spent with you and how he treated you was just him being nice and that he treated everyone that way. All the places he took you, little things he bought for you, alone time he set aside for you, were just him being friendly and nothing more. Every action Katsumi did was just him being a good friend after your life had been turned upside down.

Needless to say, you were the only one truly shocked when he confessed his feelings for you. Apparently the dojo (including his father) had been egging him on for months to just confess to you already, get it over with before one of them did it for him. The confession only took him so long because he had also convinced himself that you weren’t really that interested in him, only agreeing to spend time with him as a thank you to his family for taking you in.

It was funny how love worked sometimes.

You gave some pushback at his initial proposal to be his girl. Not because you didn’t want it, but because even with all the time that had passed without a peep from Yujiro, you were still concerned. What horrible thing may he do if he found out you had a significant other, you wondered? And would it be worse if he knew it was the son of Doppo you had chosen to be intimate with?

But none of that fazed Katsumi, and the more he assuaged your concerns the more you realized that Yujiro be damned, this was a happiness you truly wanted and deserved. You could spend your whole life worrying and dwelling on what ifs and maybes, or you could let yourself live and be with the person your heart yearned for.

You became official that very day.

And now, here you were. This would be the first time since you started dating Katsumi that you would be away from each other for an elongated amount of time, leaving you both feeling a mix of antsy and excited. There was an important mixed-martial arts summit being held a few cities over that Doppo and Katsumi were invited to attend and lead a workshop. It was an honor to even be invited, let alone host an event there, and the whole dojo was buzzing with anticipation at the recognition. You too were thrilled, knowing firsthand the blood sweat and tears the Orochi family breathed into their craft and had spent their whole lives perfecting. In your eyes, the least they deserved was a moment’s recognition.

But for Katsumi the joy of this honor was marred by other concerns, namely you. This summit was strictly an admittance through invitation only event, and since the attendees only included martial artists, it made sense that your name was not on the guest list. He had begged the host of the event to make an exception, but they were resolute. The little karate you had learned from Katsumi couldn’t qualify you to get you in, so you had to stay behind.

Worry wore heavy on his features whenever the topic of leaving you behind was mentioned. After pledging himself as your personal body guard the past few months, it was no simple feat for him to just neglect this self-imposed duty. No amount of reassurance on your end could curtail this either, all your efforts and reminders that you would still be housed in a dojo of hundreds of seasoned fighters falling on deaf ears.

But you persisted, imposing on him the importance of going to this event for not just him, but the entirety of the dojo. If he stuck behind and missed out on such an opportunity because of you, you wouldn’t be able to forgive him, let alone yourself. You weren’t going to let lingering paranoia rob him of his moment.

In the end you were victorious, and now the time for departure had finally arrived.

Giving him a soft shove towards the door, you stared up at him with a bright smile. “Go and make us proud, Katsumi. I’ll be waiting here on baited breath to hear all about your tales of heroism after you best all your foes in the arena.”

He gave a sharp laugh, “I thought I was going to a fighting expo, not a gladiator tournament.” He stared down at you with soft eyes before scooping your into his tight embrace, “I’ll go, and I will make you proud, but every moment I’m there I will be counting down the seconds until I get to hold you again.”

He finished by planting a firm, lingering kiss on your lips. You melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer. “I’ll miss you too,” you spoke in between kisses, “And when you come back, I will give you a return befitting of champion~.”

~

Katsumi had only been gone for roughly an hour, and already you felt a bit lost.

You had taken the day off to bid him farewell, but now that he and nearly half the dojo had departed, you were left wandering the mostly empty halls looking for little things to do here and there to keep you preoccupied.

After some pondering, you had finally settled on clearing out some of the old storage rooms in the facility. You were no stranger to helping out at Shinshinkai, it had become a secondary home to you after all. And as such, you had compiled busy work lists here and there for moments just like this, storage room cleaning being at the top of said lists.

The back store room was the worst offender. Years of built up equipment and boxes were compacted floor to ceiling in the moderately sized room, packed so full it blocked out most of the light from the ceiling fluorescents. It was the farthest storage room from any of the training halls, so everything inside the boxes had long since been abandoned. Old paraphernalia and appliances that had been replaced by newer and better models resided forgotten in the packages, with no use other than to take up space. It was tedious work, but after around three and a half hours you had made a real dent in the mess. You were left with two full flat beds, one full of donations of equipment that could be used elsewhere, and another full of broken and worn out items that needed to be carted to the trash.

Deciding to handle the latter first, you pushed the overflowing cart out the back door. Quite proud of yourself for not knocking over a single item after you had squeezed your way through the small door, you proceeding to make your way across the parking lot to the dumpster that sat on the far end.

It was then that a jet black car rushed in front of you, effectively cutting you off.

Riddled with confusion, you stared blankly at your reflection in its shiny veneer. You heard the engine cut, and began to grow annoyed. They had stopped right in front of you, parking in an area that wasn’t even a parking spot, in a lot that was almost entirely empty. There was no way they didn’t see you coming either, as you were hauling a small mountain of trash in your wake.

You huffed, and made a move to maneuver around whoever this self-important, luxury car driving jack ass was, when one of the passenger doors opened.

It felt as if the world had come to a crashing halt as your eyes landed upon the man who exited the vehicle.

Wild red hair was the first thing you saw, creeping up slowly from behind the vehicle until his tanned face came into view. Dark sunglasses adorned him, covering his eyes completely as his head swiveled your way. It was a mercy that the black lenses kept you from seeing the way his shone upon seeing you. Dramatic eyebrows creased slightly as he stood to his full height, the only sign of annoyance on his otherwise passive face. A dreadful grin smeared across his lips as his attention focused fully your way. He slung an arm lazily over the side of the car door, staring down as nose at you in the most condescending pose you had ever seen.

“Well here she is,” he jeered, “My (name). I can see they are putting you to work. Are you enjoying trash duty?”

“What are you doing here?”

You were surprised you found words, let alone the ability to speak them. As if you had been electrocuted, your entire body had short circuited and was now unresponsive and numb. All you could do was stand there dumbly, immobilized by this unfortunate turn of events.

His smile grew as he shook his head, lazily removing his sunglasses so he could peer at you unobscured.

“It’s it obvious?” he snorted, speaking as if his appearance was the most natural thing in the world. He flicked his head to someone else in the car, and on cue Strydum stepped from the opposite side of the car. He stood to the side as he offered his hand to you, beckoning you to enter the vehicle. Unlike Yujiro, he refused to make eye contact.

“We’re here to pick you up.”

~

Discomfort wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the situation you had found yourself in.

Sandwiched between the two men, you focused on making yourself as small as possible, doing your best to not have a limb graze either Yujiro or Strydum. With such imposing figures flanking you on either side, there was little room in the back seat to begin with, so trying to remain distantly spaced from either person was taking skill and constantly vigilance. Both men’s bodies were still as stone, but you were thankful that Strydum at least was trying to give you as much space as possible. Yujiro seemed perfectly content to splay himself out as much as he could, not giving a shit whose comfort he may be disrupting.

“… Where are we going?” You finally worked up the courage to ask, a slight shake in your voice. After nearly 30 minutes of driving, it was pretty apparent neither party was going to tell you on their own.

“That’s actually-“

Strydum began to speak, but was instantly hushed by a sharp glare from the ogre. “Well… That’s classified for right now Miss (name).”

“You’ll find out for yourself soon enough,” Yujiro grunted, shooting a cocky half smile your way. “Relax, you aren’t being kidnapped. Think of this as a family vacation.”

You held off on commenting that forcing someone into your vehicle against their will and whisking them off to god knows where was the definition of kidnapping. Fighting back your mounting nerves, you stared at your fidgety hands as they quaked under the force of your clench.

“I can’t just up and leave,” you countered, “People will be looking for me if I don’t tell them I’m heading out. “

“What are you, a baby?” Yujiro sneered. Your shoulders slouched at his gripe. “You’re an adult woman, you don’t need to ask permission to go out or alert anyone when you are spending time with your own father.”

Silence fell over the vehicle as you sniffled, struggling to hold back tears. You should have been smart and had someone help you with organizing. All that work was too much for one person anyway, you were sure someone on duty or getting done with practice would have been happy to help you. Hell, even Baki or Jack would have come if you asked, granted they were free for the day.

If only you hadn’t been stupid and let your guard down.

But now, here you were, stuck in the absolute worst position you could be in. With no idea what the final destination may be and no conceivable exit route, you felt helplessly trapped. There weren’t very many outcomes to this endeavor that you could imagine happening, and of those few outcomes none of them were anything pleasant, or in your favor.

“Now keep your mouth shut and enjoy the trip,” Yujiro finished, adjusting his body into a more comfortable position. “It’s not often I treat people to entire vacations, so it would be wise to not be a little bitch and show me some appreciation.”

Your heart plummeted at his thinly veiled threat. Blood trickled from your palms as your nails bit into the tender flesh, snaking across your skin to stain the fabric of your pants. Though your hands throbbed in pain, you squeezed them tighter. The pain at least distracted you, gave you something to focus on besides your impending doom.

~

Your final destination was not at all what you had in mind.

After just over two hours of extremely tense travel, you arrived at some manor of gated resort. You were nowhere near any kind of tropics, but if you woke up here with no recollection of where you were, it could have fooled you. A cobbled path lead to an elaborate oasis, the entryway lined with palm trees and fat hibiscus flowers in varying vibrant shades. A large fountain greeted you by the entrance, playful marble dolphins spewing cascades of water through their blow holes and snouts, which trickled down into the clear blue pools that waited below. Even the wind around this place seemed tropical, the cooling breeze carrying hints of coconut and sea water.

Judging by the red carpet reception as soon as your car pulled up to the entryway, followed by the forced, nervous smiles all the employees were donning as you exited the vehicle, you had an inkling this was a joint Yujiro had been to previously, possibly even frequented. You felt on edge for the bellboy stumbling beside you, his anxiety palpable as he fought to remain composed and professional in Yujiro’s presence. You considered helping him with the luggage, but ultimately decided against it. That would probably make the poor kid more of a target than anything.

You were lead inside to an equally grand looking reception area, simple yet elegant architecture housing a large seating area that overlooked a vast pool, which seemed to be the gem of the resort. From what you could see, they went above and beyond to make it look like a mini beach, sandy shore and palm trees included. Subtle waves lapped up on the sand (most likely controlled by machinery hidden in the rock forms surrounding the pool), making a perfect imitation of the real thing. The entire area was blocked off from the rest of the world by a huge rock structure that was no doubt manmade, but was just as convincing as the rest of the décor. A gentle waterfall spilled down the center of it, twin water slides nestled somewhere in back exiting out through holes in the rocks on either side. From up on the overlook, you could see the tops of the cities buildings peaking up in the foreground, but down below you were sure nothing about the city was noticeable at all.

This place was no doubt a vacation hot spot, and you were surprised that you had never heard of it prior with it being so close to home. However, what was even more surprising was that the place was completely barren save for yourself, Yujiro, Strydum, and the staff. It wasn’t necessarily the prime time for vacation, yet you figured such a lavish place would have some amount of guests at any given time.

“It’s wonderful to have you as a guest again sir,” a man spoke behind you. You turned to him slightly, coming to the quick conclusion based on his attire and the way he carried himself, that he must have been the owner. He seemed calm save for the slow wringing of his hands, and sweaty forehead that shone in the overhead lights glow. “I took extra care to make sure everything was to your specifications. All other guests have vacated, leaving the entire facility open to solely you and your companions.”

Yujiro grumbled, “Good. Take her to her room.”

And just like that, you were whisked away once more.

The same bell hop who struggled under Yujiro’s overwhelming aura was the one to lead the way, and seemed more than happy to do so. He was like a different person when it was just the two of you, chatty and congenial, he spoke so quickly and passionately about the hotel retreat and all it had to offer, you could comment little more than an occasional ‘wow’ or ‘mhm’ before he spoke up again.

After an elevator ride and a trek through several hallways, you had arrived at your destination.

You held your breath as the bell boy opened the door, ushering you into the suite. It was impressively large, looking like it was meant for an entire family and not just an individual. In fact, the suite was maybe even larger than your previous apartment, complete with a small kitchen area and a dining section to match. A huge four post bed sat against the wall, adorned with plush sheets and pillows in a subdued red shade, trimmed with gold. There was a roomy balcony that over looked the pool, offering quite the view of the city that you couldn’t see from the main entrance.

A welcome gift sat on an island near the eating area, ornately decorated with bright packaging and colorful balloons. Various (no doubt expensive) alcohol bottles and snacks popped up amongst the wrappings, lying in wait for your consumption. The bell boy was quick to place the luggage atop the bed luggage that was definitely not your own. This would normally make you concerned that perhaps someone was planning to share the room with you, were it not for the obnoxiously bright pink shade of the suitcase in question. It was not something you could picture Yujiro Hanma using, not even as some sort of joke.

“Is it to your liking?”

You were startled back to reality by the bell hops question. “Oh, yes, it’s super nice.” You took another quick look around, stepping further into the suite. “It’s very big too…”

“Indeed it is,” he beamed at you, “It will be very relaxing, I hope, to have so much room to yourself.”

You sighed in relief, “So, I will be in here on my own then?”

He nodded, “Yes. Mister Hanma has the room at the opposite end of the hall. Mister Strydum will be right next door to you.”

His words put you at ease. You didn’t want to be here at all, if you could leave right now without repercussions you would be gone in a heartbeat. But since you were essentially trapped, the best outcome you could think of was having a room to yourself with a buffer of Strydum in between you and wherever Yujiro was staying.

“It’s nice, you know.” The bell boy spoke, a small smile on his face. His voice sounded the slightest bit dreamy.

“…Pardon?” You questioned, shooting him a quizzical look.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” the boy appeared flustered, a red hue coming to his cheeks, “I meant it’s kind of nice knowing that someone as scary as Mister Hanma has such a kind wife. I was really worried you would be as intimidating as he is!”

The boy finished with a laugh, but you were so struck by his words that you were momentarily left speechless. When you found the ability to respond, you couldn’t help but voice your dissatisfaction with his statement.

“His wife?” Is that what these people thought you were? You shivered, the mere thought of someone else viewing you as Yujiro Hanma’s spouse made your blood boil.

“Yes,” it was his turn to seem confused, “You are Missus Hanma, are you not? That’s what the guest list stated at least. It’s a bit weird to have wife and husband staying in a different room, but-“

“I am NOT his wife,” your words were sharp, “I don’t know who told you that, but it’s incorrect. Please get your records straight.”

You felt a tinge of remorse when you saw the bell hop shrink in on himself. “Of course miss, I apologize. I didn’t mean to offend you. Please forget I said anything, and I hope you enjoy your stay.”

With a quick bow, he fled the room, closing the door briskly behind him.

If only you could strangle the ogre with your own two hands.

After hearing his feet rapidly retreat down the hall, you realized you were completely alone for the first time since encountering Yujiro. You had left your phone at the dojo, not intending nor expecting to be spirited away to resort the moment you set foot outside. You cautiously eyed the bedside table to see if an in room phone was provided, but the wooden surface was barren. You sighed heavily, even if there was a phone you could use, you weren’t sure if you could trust it to not be bugged.

You slowly and meticulously made a sweep of the suite, attempting to see if you could spot any camera’s or potential listening devices. The search came up empty, but you were unable to find much comfort in that fact knowing that Yuujiro Hanma would be staying just down the hall from you. Unease once more crept over you, growing by the moment. It was not a good thing, being stuck in his presence with no conceivable escape route in an unknown area, but at the very least you knew where he was. Yet still, this resort seemed massive, and keeping tabs on him at all times sounded exhausting, if not impossible. Who knows when you may unwittingly bump into him once you leave this room?

Making your way to the extravagant bed, you noted the suitcase the bellhop had brought in was nestled amongst the pillowy comforter. You tentatively opened the zipper, finding several days’ worth of clothing tucked neatly inside. None of it was your own clothes, but as you pulled each item out piece by piece you discovered that all of it was sized perfectly for you, from the flannel pajamas to the concerningly skimpy bikini.

You flung yourself down on the bed, closing your eyes as its plushness enveloped you. This vacation was going to be a nightmare.

~

For the next two days you stayed holed up in your hotel room. The first 24hours of the stay was hell, as you remained awake through the night in a constant state of fear that your room would be broken into. It was silly, but your barricaded the door with every piece of furniture you were able to move, barring off the entrance in an attempt to protect yourself from the ogre.

The first full day at the resort preceded much the same, with you remaining locked up in your room in a state of constant, jitter inducing, anxiety over what was going to happen next. You had mulled for hours over why he could have possibly brought you here, the thought plaguing your mind until you felt it would drive you insane. There was no way there could be a peaceful outcome to all this, but at the same time, why hadn’t he made a move? The only people who had come by till this point had been room service and Strydum to check on you. What was Yujiro’s purpose for waiting?

Finally, on the third day, he made a brief appearance.

“I’ll be gone for the day.” His rumbling voice outside your door alarmed you, as you hadn’t even heard someone come down the hall. You rushed to the door to press yourself against the furniture surrounding it. Your malnourished, worn out frame offered little protective power against the monster that lurked outside. You were running on little, if any, sleep, and the food you were able to force down your throat the past few days could only be considered snack food. You were a wreck, and as your shaky arms pushed with what little might they held, you felt yourself worsening.

It pissed you off, all the effort Katsumi put into your training felt squandered. You should be better than this.

“I’ll back tomorrow. Respond if you hear me.”

“O-okay?” You stuttered, bracing yourself for his next command.

But that command never came, and after several minutes of heavy silence you began to wonder if he was still out there at all. You tentatively stepped towards the intercom system that was mounted on the wall next to the door, your only means of communication with the outside world for these past few days.

A chirpy, cheerful feminine voice responded when you answered the call. You grimaced, her voice coming through much louder than you wanted. As softly as you could while still being heard, you asked if Yujiro had indeed left the establishment, not fully believing you could be that lucky. The chipper voice stated that he had departed with Strydum just moments before you had dialed down.

A great wave of relief rushed over your body as you thanked her for the news. Part of you still didn’t trust that you were in relative safety, but why would she lie? Besides, she sounded a bit pleased to be out of his presence as well.

This was an opportunity you wouldn’t squander.

After a much needed nap, you worked up the courage to explore your surroundings. Slowly you crept through the halls of the barren resort, peeking in at the varying saunas, suites, and indoor pools. The entire building was gorgeous, and you couldn’t help but feel a little enchanted as you made your way through themed tiki bars and a vibrant, noisy arcade. The place even had its own bowling alley and a small, personal movie theater which played a constant stream of classic movies from all over the world.

However the outdoor pool was the most impressive by far. Seeing the elaborate setup through the window was already incredible, but standing amongst it was something else entirely. It truly felt as if you had been picked up and planted in some far away tropical paradise, where your only concerns were basking in the sun and splashing in the warm salt water.

A staff member was quick to approach you when you made your way outside, offering you an assortment of fruity drinks and tasty treats to sate your palate. Your first reaction was to decline his offer, not wanting to be too much of a bother to the lone man working the bar. But your stomach grumbled in retaliation, something he picked up on with a hearty laugh. With a smile he assured you he would have something out quickly, on the house of course.

A swell of happiness bloomed inside you as you ate at the bar. The man was jovial, and a good conversationalist. You were pleased to be able to speak with another human, shoot the shit and find out a little about what had been going on in the world since you had been cut off the past few days. When you went to leave, you thanked him for his trouble which garnered another laugh as he reminded you that you were no trouble at all, seeing that you were the only patron they currently had.

A small frown graced your lips as you made your way back to the pseudo beach, slurping on the remnants of the drink the man had prepared for you. Not only had Yujiro cleared the place, but he himself wasn’t utilizing any of the resorts features?

… Was this all just for you?

You shook your head quickly, immediately dispelling the thought. It was impossible for a self-centered monster that had spent your entire life abusing you in every way imaginable to ever be able to do something so selfless and giving.

No, there was something else he wanted from all this, and you’d be damned if you gave it to him so easily.

~

On the fourth and fifth day, Yujiro was still nowhere to be seen.

With the ‘all clear’ provided to you by the front desk staff, you decided to let loose a little. What was the harm? If Yujiro wanted to spend the money to clear out such a lavish place so you could have the run of it, mine as well indulge.

And as you did just that, you couldn’t deny that you weren’t having a good time. You felt a bit like a celebrity, wandering the lone venues of such a lavish establishment, people at your beck and call to assist in anyway needed at all hours of the day (not that you exploited their service, but it was pretty satisfying to know everyone was there just for you). The staff seemed to enjoy it as well, with only one guest to provide for they had plenty of downtime to relax and focus on long neglected projects.

This serene dream life followed you up until the evening of the sixth day, when as you laid sprawled out by the poolside, musing over just how long this ‘vacation’ was going to last, a shadow fell over your form.

“Oh, I’m still doing well! Thank you for checking-“

Fully expecting to find a member of hotel staff coming to check on you, your words died in your throat as your eyes instead locked with Yujiro’s, a slightly amused expression lighting his face. You bolted upright, your hand lashing out like a whip to grab hold of your towel. You nervously fumbled as you attempted to wrap it around your bikini-clad body, granting a chuckle from the man before you.

“Enjoying yourself?” Yujiro leered, causing your cheeks to burn a deep crimson, “It sure looks like you are.”

“Yeah well,” you cleared your throat, struggling to gain some manner of composure, “When you are randomly granted a week away at a resort and left to your own devices, eventually you’ll come out and explore.”

He snorted, “Funny, you didn’t seem too keen on exploring while I was here.”

‘I wonder why?’ You wanted to retort, but bit your tongue. Even in this open area with staff nearby, you in no way felt comfortable being in this man’s company, let alone talking back to him.

When he got no reply from you he sighed, “Hurry up and get dressed in something nicer than that.” He accented his words with a nod towards your swimsuit. “Meet me in the lobby in an hour.”

With no further ado, he turned on his heel and began to walk away. Dumbfounded, you stared at his descending back for several seconds before you called out to him.

“Wait, what are you talking about? What is going on?” you raised your voice, but it did little to slow his stride. He didn’t even turn his head in acknowledgement.

“I’m giving you more opportunities to explore,” He called back condescendingly, “Don’t be late.”

~

For the following hour, you were on edge.

You felt as if your body was mechanical, a machine programmed to follow Yujiro’s order. And follow his orders it did, for as soon as he left you immediately went upstairs, showered, and picked some clothes out for whatever it was he had planned for you.

With the remaining time you had, you paced the room, gnawing your nails to nubs. Nothing could calm your stewing mind as it conjured all manner of dreadful scenarios that could be awaiting you.

You weren’t naïve enough to believe this was Yujiro showing you kindness, or a way for him to make amends for the horrible things he had done to you prior. This was an act, a way to butter you up and get your guard down.

…You just couldn’t of the life of you figure out why.

Yujiro was never a man who cared to put any effort into being empathetic or affable towards others, you either respected him or you didn’t, either meant little to him. In fact, you weren’t even sure he had the ability to harbor any gregarious, selfless traits. So why go to these lengths to go against his nature? Why not just take whatever it is he wanted?

You considered making a break for it. In the days you spent here, potential exits were one of the first things you scoped out. But concern gnawed at you, if you were to make a break for it what would Yujiro do in retaliation? Would he take his frustration out on the staff, accuse them of being complicit in your escape? The thought of these kind people potentially being harmed because of your cowardice left a sour taste in your mouth.

That is to say if you even COULD escape. Surely he had figured that thought would have crossed your mind, and prepared accordingly. There was no Baki, Jack, or Katsumi here to protect you, and you sure as hell hadn’t gone through enough training to escape the ogre if he was in pursuit. The rage he would feel over you even attempting such a thing… It wasn’t something you wanted to consider.

You sighed heavily, giving yourself one last weary glance in the mirror before marching off to whatever fate awaited you.

~

“There you are,” Yujiro acknowledged you as soon as you entered the foyer, “If nothing else, you are punctual.”

You decided to shrug off the brusque comment and instead focus on how dressed up he was. His hair was tousled gently, framing his face in a look that was both masculine and sophisticated. His suit fit him perfectly, hugging each muscle to accentuate his toned form, letting you know just how fit he was beneath his suit. His red dress shirt (slightly unbuttoned) added a pop of color to the otherwise Jet black ensemble, the only other deviation being the silver of his cufflinks. Now directly in his presence, you could smell his cologne wafting off him, your skin crawling with the memories the scent conjured.

He was dressed to the nines, and loath as you were to admit it, he looked very handsome.

As you stood opposite him in your jeans and t-shirt you were sure you looked as out of place as you felt, a thin layer of sweat beginning to collect on the back of your neck. Was there a reason he looked so put together? All he asked was for you to meet him in the lobby, there were no connotations that you should arrive in anything fancy.

“What the hell are you wearing,” he brow creased as he gave you a once over, “Couldn’t you have put more effort into your appearance? There was dress amongst the clothes brought for you.”

A burning blush lit your face as images of that risqué’ abomination flitted through your mind. With so little fabric to it, you first mistook is for a swimsuit. “You never mentioned this was going to be a dress up occasion…”

Yujiro sneered, “I figured you would be smart enough to pick up on that on your own, but I guess that was asking too much of you.” Your body sagged at his admonishment, but he was quick in changing the topic, “Never mind that now, just follow me. We don’t have far to go.”

You chased after him as he strode off, making his way to a section of the hotel you had not previously explored. You had figured the small hall behind the welcome desk only lead to an employee area, maybe security, but not anything for guests. You hesitated for a moment to cross the threshold between lobby and backrooms, but as Yujiro continued his steady stride all employees in his path moved aside to let him through, so you figured you were OK follow suit. You gave a polite nod to the sheepish staff as you ducked in after him, each step feeling riskier than the last.

The narrow hallway stretched on much longer than you imagined it would. The air as you traveled to the back grew chill, and the soft padding of the carpet under your feet masked your footsteps, making the trek eerily quiet. Yurjiro’s broad back blocked most of your view, but not enough that you didn’t notice where you were headed.

A lone elevator marked the end of the hallway, and beside it stood a man dressed in a bellhop outfit. His arm was outstretched and head slightly bowed as he beckoned the two of you into its open doors.

“Welcome Sir and Madam,” He spoke in a pleasant voice. There was a benign smile tugging at his lips, but his lack of eye contact did little to help your mounting nerves. “Everything has been set to your specifications and is awaiting you up top, when you are ready.”

Yujiro gave the man no acknowledgment as he entered the open elevator, jerking his head your way as sign for you to follow. You acquiesced, taking a few tentative steps inside before immediately turning your back to him, dreading the moment the doors would shut and lock you inside. As far as elevators go, the one you found yourself in was surprisingly capacious, but Yujiro had a way of making even the most open spaces feel constricting.

You positioned yourself near the front, as close to the exit as possible. The sliding doors of the elevator felt as if they closed in slow motion, your breathing growing a bit heavier when they fully came together. As the car lurched into motion, a soft jazz melody began playing through the speaker. It was the only sound to pierce the otherwise silent cabin.

It would have been comical in another setting, this man’s massive form hulking over your quivering one, the anxiety in the air permeated by the soft sounds of cheesy elevator music. However, being the one stuck in said situation and knowing just how dangerous this brief moment was didn’t make you feel much like laughing.

You glanced at Yujiro’s reflection in the metallic surface of door, a look of sheer and total boredom plastered on his features. Your mind was whirring. Even though he appeared nonchalant you weren’t so much of an idiot to drop your guard around him, especially when in a confined space. His eyes flicked to yours in the reflection, “What are you gawking at?” He grunted in your direction, making your body instantly tense.

You averted your gaze swallowing before choking out, “It’s nothing.”

You heard him hum behind you, a precursor to something more he wanted to say. You were thankful that the elevator had finally reached its destination, the doors rolling open to reveal the surprise Yujiro had waiting for you.

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight before you. The entire top floor of the hotel had been converted into a spacious luxury suite, set up to host all manner of swanky events. It was decked out with furniture fancier than you had ever seen before, plush love seats and chairs scattered about that looked so fresh they most likely had never been sat in. Large buffet tables lined the far back of the room, teasing you with scents of something tantalizing emanating from the contents that were being warmed atop them. A few taller standing tables were dotted in between the long tables, topped with stacks of plates and silverware for feasting.

Glittering streamers in silver and gold were draped over the tops of the bountiful windows in swooping strands, and bunches of balloons arched over the entryways for a whimsical and fun entrance to this magnificent room. A soft, upbeat tune played through hidden speakers, and the light of the setting sun that washed the entire room in a pink glow gave it a sort of gentle ambiance.

A smaller, lone table sat in the middle of it all. It was out of place both in its size and how ornately decorated it was compared to the others. Whereas the rest of the room was modestly tasteful in its trimmings, this table for two was packed with various exotic flowers and multiple candles, fine china plates heaped with some manner of intricate and savory looking cuisine. You couldn’t quite make out what it was from where you stood, but it nevertheless succeeded in making your mouth water.

The room was clearly set up for some manner of party, but you and Yujiro were the only two people here. Where you early for something? Seeing it all granted you some relief, if you could hang on for just a bit longer, it was apparent more people were bound to show up.

Though still in a fog of utter confusion, you found yourself smiling. “It’s pretty.” You whispered, taking a few more steps inside. You hadn’t made it far past the threshold when Yujiro stormed by, nearly knocking you over in his hustle.

“It’s a bunch of pompous pageantry bullshit.” He spat, taking in the surroundings. “He said it would be decorated, but what are they, children?”

You stared after him, his shoulders slightly hunched as he stuffed his hands deeply into his pockets. You wanted desperately to know what you were about to be subjected to, but you found the uncertainty more bearable then partaking in conversation with the man that dragged you here, so your lips remained sealed.

“Whatever,” he sighed, making his way towards the small table in the center of the room, unceremoniously plopping himself down in the chair furthest from you. He crossed his arms across his chest and you straightened your posture as his sharp eyes shot your way. “You just gonna stand there all night? Get over here.”

Your limbs quaked as you hurriedly hobbled his way, being mindful not to trip over yourself in the process. Arriving at the table, you pulled out the chair, your eyes choosing to fixate on the spread before you to avoid Yujiro’s piercing gaze. No sooner had you sat down then he spoke again.

“Nothing to say about this nice meal I am providing you, huh?” he grumbled, “And why are you refusing to look at me? What would your mother say right now if she saw you treating your father like this?”

Your head snapped his way, anger beginning to bubble in the pit of your stomach. Any retort you may have mustered withered once your gaze landed on his stern expression, your words dying before they even reached your lips. It enraged you when you saw the brief flash of victory in his eyes. Mentioning her was a low blow, but an effective one, and you fell for it as easily as he pictured you would.

“There she is,” a mocking smirk spread across his face, “I shouldn’t have to say this, but you seem slow on the uptake today so I’ll help you out- Your next step is a ‘thank you’.”

“I don’t even get what all this is,” you mumbled as you looked into his expectant eyes. Your gaze flicked across the room before coming back to him, “… Is this a party? Are more people coming?”

“There will be a party,” he grabbed his fork and knife and set to work at the feast before him, “But that’s another matter. This is a dinner a father provided for his daughter, and it’s the only thing you should be concerning yourself with right now. The chef’s put in a lot of effort for you. Don’t disgrace them by continuing to turn your nose up at it.”

Expecting more of an explanation, you found yourself left wanting as he proceeded in eating, not so much as casting you another glance. Your brain delved deeper into a haze of befuddlement, ten thousand questions whirling in your brain as you stared blankly at the full course Michelin star level meal before you.

This whole charade eluded you, and you had long since grown tired of playing Yujiro’s mind games.

You had remembered Baki once mentioning inviting over Yujiro for dinner in an attempt to get to know him better, but at the time the mere thought of it was so outlandish that you couldn’t help but laugh at the suggestion. Yujiro may be Baki’s father in title and blood, but he would never be a father-figure in practice. For the man who had the world at his fingertips, what point was there in putting an effort towards bonding when every person in his life was expendable? Any children he produced were all either experiments or mistakes, if there wasn’t something there to impress him your life meant less than dirt to him.

This was a concrete fact about Yujiro Hanma, a truth that was widely known and universally accepted. But if that were so, then why were you now sitting opposite from him feeling like some sort of main character in a romance novel? Why were you swept off your feet and awarded nothing but the finest luxuries, when in actuality you should mean nothing to this man? You had no concrete relation to him like Baki or Jack did, and there was absolutely nothing about your life that you could imagine would intrigue him into wanting to know more, let alone put forth this amount of effort.

A shiver passed through you as your mind traveled to the night in your apartment. His hands pulling the clothes from your body, his lips smashed against yours… It was something you couldn’t forget no matter how hard you tried. Even so, such a vile memory seemed little more than a bad dream right now. If Yujiro was looking for sex he could have anyone in the world, take anyone in the world. Heaven knows enough people were willing to be his partner, your own mother included. How many stories had Baki told you about his own mother, practically a slave in her devotion to Yujiro?

So again, why you? Why here? Why all this?

Deciding that you had spent enough time pushing the food around your plate (it was only a matter of time before Yujiro made some smart aleck comment about how ungrateful you were being, anyway), you began to slowly have at the meal before you. You held back a gasp after taking your first bite, the taste so incredible that you were sure you had never encountered something so delicious in all your life. You quickly made your way around the plate sampling everything it had to offer, each item more delectable then the next. Preoccupied with the joy the feast brought you, you couldn’t help but let out a small titter of appreciation, garnering a snort of amusement from the ogre.

For a brief moment, you directed your gaze back to Yujiro. His eyes were holding fast to your form, peering at you over the rim of his wine glass as he took a swig. Red tinged your cheeks when he placed the glass down, a smile you could almost describe as warm lighting his face as he watched every move you made.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you turned away, focusing again on your meal. You had no desire to dwell on what such a look could mean.

~

The dinner carried on, the only conversation shared between the two of you being the clinking of silverware and sounds of eating. You had relaxed quite a bit since the elevator ride, but not enough that you felt peace. Hyper vigilance permeated your every motion, a constant awareness of Yujiro and his proximity from you kept your palms sweaty, your limbs jittery.

Opposite you, Yujiro remained unflappable. Long since done with his meal, he now casually took drinks from a cup of coffee, his gaze focused past you to the windows that compromised most of the walls, providing a clear view of cityscape that surrounded you.

“You’ve been training.”

You stopped mid bite, casting him a cautious glare. He hadn’t spoken to you since you had started eating, but it wasn’t the abruptness of his question that startled you as much as the subject matter. He smirked, “I can see it in your arms, the muscles have more definition then they did before. Judging by how firmly you are holding that knife I can see your grip strength has improved as well.”

You swallowed, giving a shaky sigh. “I guess I have been working out some… More than I ever have before, at least. I’m surprised you noticed.”

Yujiro frowned, “You’re still pathetically weak, but the work you have done is at least noticeable. It’s more effort than most people would put forth.”

Unsure of how to take the off-handed compliment, you simply nodded, scooting your plate to the side as you finished your own meal.

“Who trained you?”

His words made you freeze. Though well acquainted with the Orochi family, you hesitated in speaking. You didn’t want to tell him about your private affairs, least of all involving people Yujiro knew and ran in the same circles with. The last thing you wanted is the ogre getting pissed over the company you have been keeping and taking out that misguided rage on Doppo or Katsumi.

Katsumi… Your heart started to beat violently in your chest at the thought of him. From the moment you had entered his family’s care he had gone out of his way to make you feel comfortable, protected, and safe. When you were at your lowest, he offered sincere kindness and affection. You closed your eyes, the smile he graced you with just before you parted dancing through your head. You loved him, and he loved you. And since he was always around to protect you, it was now only right that you protect him.

“Baki helped a lot,” you averted your eyes from Yujiro, choosing to look out at the scenery yourself. The sun had long since set, the town beneath you littered in sparkling lights of differing colors and intensities, “Jack helped, too. They wanted me to know at least enough to defend myself.”

The explanation sounded stupid as soon as it left your lips. You nibbled gently on your bottom lip, waiting for Yujiro’s sharp laugh to make a mockery of your explanation. However there was only silence, which was eventually followed by an elongated hum.

“I see.”

He took a sip of his coffee, and you released a held breath, thankful that he didn’t try and pry more of an explanation out of you. It was never ideal to bring up your siblings, but since they were both embroiled in this who mess of a family affair anyway, you figured there was little harm in throwing their names around this once.

Yujiro stood, the legs of his chair screeching as they dragged across the shiny floor. You went on alert as he passed you by, relaxing only after you heard his steps receding far past you. You turned around to monitor him, finding his back turned your way. His hands were back in his pockets as he scanned the city below, dark streets now solely illuminated by overhead glow of tall buildings and scattered street lights.

“Come here.”

It was an order that was spoken softer than you were used to, but demanding none the less. You pushed off the table, your entire body vibrating with a nervous energy as you made your way towards him. Dinner had ended, but what was to come after? You gave a quick look behind you in a hopeless search for any type of outside interference, finding nothing. The negative thoughts bubbling to the surface you tried to dispel with reason. More people WERE to be coming soon, Yujiro had even stated so himself. Whatever he had planned, whatever was about to transpire, you would only need to make it through until other people showed up.

Distancing yourself with a wide girth, you stopped once you were at his side. Your eyes followed his to the hustle and bustle below you, getting a front row seat to every happening the city had to offer.

It was the time of night where people were coming and going, either settling in or just getting started. Below you a small crowd of men and women exited a bar, tripping over themselves as they threw their heads back in laughter. They only had a short distance to travel before they all ducked into another bar not two doors down from the one they had just left. Down the road a man was leaning out his car window, the redness in his face denoting his anger. He was screaming something you had no hope of hearing to the other car that had just cut him off.

Even full of angry drivers and clumsy drunks, you were taken with how charming the city seemed as you peeked down on its activity from above. Awash in an array of bright lights and colors, multitudes of bodies all with their own stories were living out their evenings as you remained a distant bystander. You felt like a spirit, or maybe a very weak god, with a whole world below to peek at, bearing witness to all its secrets, but never to interact with it.

You desperately wished it was Katsumi by your side staring at this scene with you. His welcoming arms would envelope you as he pointed people and places out that he found interesting. You shivered as you imagined his breath on your ear as he pulled you snuggly against him, whispering jokes and flirty innuendos until you were both giggling messes. If this whole trip wasn’t eternally marred by Yujiro’s presence, you would beg Katsumi to clear up some time so you could come back and enjoy it with him.

“Have you ever been to this side of city before?”

Your eyes darted to look at Yujiro, but his attention was still fully focused on the town beneath you. “I don’t get out this way much, but I think I have been here once or twice. “ You responded as you took a small step forward to get a better look at a group of oblivious tourists fumbling as they sought directions from locals, causing you to smile.

He grunted, “If you’ve been here before why are you so wide eyed? With how raptly you are staring you’d think a damn parade was coursing through the streets.” You blushed fiercely, embarrassed by how invested he was in your actions. How could someone that didn’t seem to be paying that much attention be so astute of your every move?

“Not much has changed in the past year, same streets, same buildings, same people.” He frowned, “If anything has changed, you could say people have grown more pretentious, flaunting money and status they don’t actually have.” He raised his hand, pointing off in the distance with a grimace. “And that ostentatious heap of shit may be the worst offender. “

You followed his outstretched finger till your eyes landed on a large domed building. Vivid, white, and brightly lit, it stood out amongst the taller buildings, a pure beacon amongst a mass of towering grey. It was definitely the newest building to be added to an ever growing city, and you could tell they put money and effort into making it eye catching.

In response to the flagrant contempt Yujiro had for this building, you simply nodded. Judging by its shape the building seemed to be some manner of indoor amphitheater or coliseum. “It does stand out compared to the other buildings…” you squinted, noticing quite a few bodies coming and going from the building in question. “It looks like some kind of event may be going on there right now, actually.”

Yujiro glanced at you. You did your best not to flinch under his gaze, growing further unnerved as his disgruntled look morphed into a smirk.

“You’re right,” he spoke after some time, his eyes lazily drifting back to the building in question. “A tournament of sorts is taking place right now, as we speak.”

“A tournament,” you questioned, “… Is that where you have been these past few days?” It certainly would make sense. Yujiro could sniff out a fight a mile away, you were sure he was probably invited to be a special guest at many battles. It only stood to reason that if he was invited as a guest of honor, whoever was hosting would put him up in the nicest hotel in the area.

However, why you were brought along remained a mystery.

He erupted in laughter, “Hell no,” he bellowed out between laughs, “As if I would have any interest in that kind of beginner level bullshit. Those people aren’t fighters! They’re wannabe scum hoping to make some kind of fame off what little ‘skills’ they have.”

He turned to you then, his entire body pivoting until you were the focus of his attention.

“I’m not interested in that shit at all,” he leered, his eyes turning sharp, “But I thought you might be, seeing as it’s your boyfriend down there putting on a little show for all those losers.”

Your stomach fell to the floor. Yujiro had called it a tournament, but the more you thought on it, the more apparent the truth became. How many fighting events could be going on at the same time around the same area? It had to be the event Katsumi was attending.

You shivered as the pieces continued to connect. You had told him not to worry, told him to focus on being the guest of honor, on hosting a special training course for the attendees. He was so excited to go, but felt so awful about leaving you behind. This whole time, you were so close to him, just blocks away.

Katsumi was down there right now, completely ignorant to the fact that all his worries had come true.

“Katsumi Orochi, huh?” Yurjiro’s taunting voice broke through the ringing in your ears. “All the decorations cluttering this place you asked about earlier? They’re for the Orochi family. Doppo failed to mention anything about housing my whore of a daughter last I spoke with him, but he was more than eager to tell me about this clownery his son was partaking in. He even told me they were coming to this very hotel to celebrate after his big performance, planned on picking up his son’s new girl to come along. I figured I would be a supportive father and help out, bring you here a little early.”

He laughed deeply, as if it were the funniest thing in the world, each rumbling chuckle breaking a part your world a bit more. “But really, he’s your pick out of all the options you have to procreate with? What is it with you and surrounding yourself with subpar men?” He sighed, “My little girl can do better than that.”

“Don’t say that,” your voice croaked, hands balling into fists at your side, “We aren’t-he isn’t...”

“Isn’t what, your boyfriend? The man you’ve been shacking up with and fucking? Hiding it now is pointless, (Name).” The repugnance was thick on his voice as he glared down at you, “I go out of my way to keep an eye on you and all you continue to do is disappoint me.”

It felt like you had been laid bare. Your chest had been torn open, and everything that you had guarded and held closely to your heart was gushing out. The dam had burst, and nothing was left to protect you from the incoming flood.

“Please, I don’t want to talk about this.”

“I don’t give a shit if you don’t want to talk about it.” The guttural timbre of his words made you quake in fear, and you found yourself unable to look his way as he took a step towards you. “And stop fucking lying to me. You’ve been keeping secrets from me, (name). And that was a very stupid move.”

He stopped directly in front of you, his aura all but suffocating you. Your body felt as it was made of lead, held down by the overwhelming power Yujiro exuded. With an ounce of courage, you met his fierce eyes, stone cold as they drank in your quivering form. The hair that framed his face swayed gently, a momentary shield against his potent stare.

“Now what do you have to say for yourself?”

A thousand thoughts flashed through your head in an instant. Should you yield to him and apologize for something that required no apology? Could you escape, hope that you had speed and dexterity on your side to worm your way past him? Maybe you should scream for help, but who would even come? And if they did, what stranger would go to bat against Yujiro Hanma for you? You were utterly trapped. He had you right where he wanted you, and now you had to deal with those consequences.

Even faced with the overwhelming odds, a spark in you began to flair. You were already in this position, and no matter what happened it had to be faced one way or another. Confrontation was imminent, and you refused to bow to him so easily.

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” You spoke clearly, with a strength that surprised you, “You should be the one begging me for an apology.”

Suddenly, you were in the air, and then just a quickly you were on the floor. Your vision went momentarily black, breath coming back to your lungs through a violent, aching cough. It took a moment for your brain to catch up the fact that you had been thrown, your shirt nearly ripped from your body by the force of it. Judging by how far Yujiro was from your body, he had launched you several feet.

Your body was unsteady as you struggled to get to your feet, your view of the world coming to you in doubles. Yujiro was quick, coming upon you again in the blink of an eye as he slammed you back to the ground. His hand constricted around your neck, keeping you planted firmly against the floor. His palm was unnaturally warm as it pressed into your airway, your breathing coming in ragged and painful gasps. The fuzzy carpet beneath you offered little comfort as you writhed around, not quite plush enough to mask the hard ground beneath you. In the haze of pain you thought back to all Katsumi had taught you, every move that could potentially get you out of a situation like this.

Any attempts at self-defense you tried to execute against Yujiro were laughable. Each strike of your hand, kick of your leg, and swivel of your body landed flatly. Try as you might, every practiced motion you had worked so hard to perfect bounced right off the behemoth attacking you, not even causing a scuff. And with each failed attempt, you grew more manic, fretting when nothing was yielding the results it should. Practiced punches became unruly flails in an attempt to make any kind of mark on the monster looming above you.

“How cute, did Katsumi teach you that?” He chuckled darkly, “I think you are proving your own point, princess. Weak men can’t possibly lead or teach others in an effective manner. You would have been better off actually learning from Baki, though it wouldn’t change much in the long run.”

His finger tightened, halting your breathing entirely. Your eyes bulged as he leaned in, his words and smile equally menacing as he stared deeply into your eyes.

“You’re not a fighter (Name), and despite how you may feel on the matter, I did not bring you here to battle me. It would not be worth my time and you would be dead in an instant, don’t forget this.” His hand released your throat, causing you to choke on the air as it rushed back to your lungs. In a motion to swift to fight, he tore the scraps that remained of your shirt from your body, a shiver shooting through you at the exposure.

A cruel smile twisted across his lips, his face contorting from what was once a man’s into the demon you knew him to be.

“But you are suitable for other things,” He continued, his bestial eyes drinking in your battered form, lingering for a moment on the bruising he had left on your neck. “You are a beautiful woman who is ideal for breeding, and with a bit of attitude adjustment, could potentially even be a long term partner.”

Bile rose in your throat, your body flushing in equal parts anger and embarrassment as he continued, “Though it won’t do shit for you in any real fight, the training you received fortified your body. I’ll have to thank that boy the next time I see him, his efforts strengthened you enough handle what I’m about to put you through.”

Hearing his cruel taunts caused something inside of you to snap, agitation and upset permeating your every pore.

You weren’t going to let Yujiro have his way with you. You could not get away from him, you could not physically stop him, but you knew you could not let this moment proceed in the way it was headed. And since escape was not an option, the only other logical choice you could come up with to avoid this situation now, and in the future, was death.

Maybe it was in his plan already, but you needed to get the ogre to end your life before he completely destroyed what was left of it.

Your throat went dry as the thought crossed your mind. You didn’t want to die, you felt as if you had barely even begun to live. All the places you wanted to go and things you wanted to do. All the people you loved and who in turn loved you back, the thought of never seeing them again or achieving any of the things you had planned on in your short existence filled you with unimaginable grief. But what were your options? What could you do?

And if this was to be the end, you’d be damned if you passed without saying your final piece.

“You’re pathetic.”

Your voice was airy and broken, creaking from your lips so quietly you were surprised he heard you at all. Yujiro stiffened, his body statuesque as his eyes bore into yours. Briefly, you saw the edges of his hair begin to dance once more in the power of his immense aura.

“What?” His voice was domineering, the word forced past lips that had been plastered into a resentful sneer.

“All that power… And this is what it’s used for? You could have anything, BE anything, and yet here you are.” Tear snaked down your reddened cheeks, “Are you doing this because you are lonely? Because you have never known what it is like to have friends and every acquaintance you have ever had only stuck around out of fear or some sick fascination of you?”

You weren’t going to delude yourself, you knew what you were saying would only cause you pain. Yet even in his death grip, moments away from annihilation, you couldn’t help but feel like you had the upper hand. You would never beat Yujiro with might, but there was a chance you could beat him with the final say.

A sense of serenity washed over you, your blurry vision taking in his frigid features. He didn’t like what you were saying, that much was apparent, but nevertheless he was listening. All the words you kept bottled up for years were now overflowing, you couldn’t stop them now.

You took a shuddering breath, “You’re a nightmare, nothing more. The only thing you have is your horrible legacy, Yujiro Hanma. But no matter how much notoriety that has gained you, with time that too will fade. You’ll be beaten someday, and when the title of strongest has been is ripped away from you, you will truly be nothing.”

I just wish I could have lived long enough to see it.

You closed your eyes, anticipating the end. You were oddly at peace with the situation, finally coming to terms that there was nothing further that could be done. No matter how tragic, this was the only plausible escape from this man. Death was now unavoidable, and even though yours was guaranteed to be about as horrific as they come, you were able to speak your mind clearly at very end. Voicing your thoughts, digging your talons into Yujiro’s brain… You were happy with that final rebellion. Your last hope before your exit was that those words would grate on him until his dying day.

Your mind traveled to thoughts of your loved ones. Baki, Jack, Katsumi, they were sure to be heartbroken and enraged over this injustice. You had beat into their heads time and time again to not be rash when it came to Yujiro, to just avoid him altogether if possible. All that could be done now is pray they took your wishes to heart. It was bad enough you had to meet this end, but to die thinking you may be the trigger of a loved one’s gruesome murder by Yujiro’s hand was too much to contemplate.

A memory of your mother danced across your eyelids. She was once so lovely and full of life. Your younger days with her weren’t always ideal, but you knew she loved you with all that she was. If she knew that the two of you would end up this way, would she have made a different choice? Or was your destiny so intertwined with Yujiro at that point that you were doomed from the start?

Well, no use in worrying about it now.

Seconds turned to a minute and still you were breathing, your heart still valiantly pumping away. Part of you wanted to crack an eye open, see what the holdup was, but that would mean having to look at your violator, his visage being the last thing you ever see as you slipped away.

After some time, you felt his grip loosen. This was accompanied by a snort, which turned into a low, rumbling laugh. His hand fell away from your throat entirely, and the laughter grew and grew until it was unbearable.

You opened your eyes to see Yujiro hunched over, gripping his sides. As the guttural, cruel noise continued to rip from his chest he turned his attentions back your way.

“I bet you feel like a hero for that little dialogue, don’t you? And what, you thought if you pissed me off enough I was going to kill you?” He wheezed in between chuckles, “As if I would make your blatant disrespect so easily escapable! It’s fucking hilarious.”

His hand was quick to reattach itself to your neck, the speed and intensity of his grip making you gurgle. “You don’t deserve to die by my hands, you little bitch. You barely deserve my dick inside you, let alone the effort put into giving you pleasure.” He tutted down at you mockingly, “Such piss poor fucking manners must have come from your slut of a mother. But don’t worry, little girl. Daddy won’t stop until he’s turned you into a proper woman.”

He wasted no further time, latching his lips to yours, smothering you in hungry kiss. Your body grew taut, fresh waves of revulsion turning your blood to ice. His hand dug itself into the back of your head, smashing your face against his own. His thick fingers applied so much pressure you felt as if your skull may cave in, a dull headache starting to form as a byproduct of the pressure. His palm felt uncomfortably hot as it nestled the back of your head, keeping your in place.

You gasped as you felt a sharp pain on your bottom lip, a metallic taste pooling into your mouth. You could feel Yujiro smirk at your reaction, your lip still caught between his teeth as he pulled away slightly, his tongue languidly swiping over the wound he had inflicted.

Yujiro capitalized on your momentary shock, worming his tongue fully into your mouth. His mouth fought against yours wildly, the ferocity of his lips alone leaving your head spinning. His tongue lapped away at anything it could touch, the muscle so domineering you couldn’t reciprocate even if you wanted to. Though his hand was no longer at your throat, you felt yourself choking, completely at his mercy as he pulled you ever closer towards him.

It went beyond kissing-this man was devouring you.

He broke away, dropping you back to the ground. Panting, you grimaced as Yujiro grabbed your bra with both hands, ripping the fabric from your body with ease, as if he were a child tearing through wrapping paper. You attempted to grab his arm as he went to do the same for your pants, but he shot you a look so deadly it alone was enough to kill your small resistance.

In no time at all any article of clothing keeping you decent had been decimated, leaving you quivering and bare beneath him.

You trembled in shame as you stared up at the man above you, his appearance indescribable. The menacing vibe he put out was more potent than ever, yet there was a gleam in his eye that your mind had a hard time comprehending. As he drank in your nude form there was no hint of gloating, nor was there a leering smile gracing his face. Not even the angry scowl or a look of sheer apathy which his face typically defaulted to. All of the emotions you expected in this moment were entirely void from him.

In their stead, his face held a look of sheer reverence, and that frightened you much, much more.

His hands cupped your face much gentler than you ever could have imagined. You averted your gaze, unable to stand the strange look of admiration you saw within his eyes. You shuddered as his hands slowly traveled down, his calloused fingers gingerly outlining the curve of your shoulders, the bulge of your breast, and the dip of your waist. His motions were painfully slow, his feather light touch ticklish as he made his way to your thigh, a jolt coursing through you as he rubbed his large hands dangerously close to your entrance.

Unwillingly the tenseness in your body began to melt away as he continued. It was the gentlest any man had ever treated you, and it was being conducted by a beast whose hands had only ever brought you pain. The dissonance left your brain buzzing. You were in the worst position you could possibly imagine, so why… Why was he treating you so tenderly? And worse yet, why was your body starting to enjoy it?

He worked his way back up, this time stopping to admire your chest. His hands cupped and fondled, pinching lightly at your erect nipples. With the skill of an expert masseuse he worked your flesh, embarrassment flushing your body as his eyes stayed locked to your face, vigilant in taking note of what felt the best to you. You wiggled at his touches, wanting to simultaneously run for the hills and press further into him.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” His voice was calm as he moved his legs to straddle you, learning in until his lips were brushing your ear. “I can tell by how desperately you are trying to fight it. But after what a shit talking brat you have been I want you to say it.” He nibbled on your ear lobe, “Tell daddy just how good he’s making you feel.”

A cold sweat enveloped your body. Of course he was toying with you, treating you like a plaything to satiate his cruel desires. Everything he was doing was at his whim, every pleasant feeling he could coax from you another victory under his belt.

You couldn’t let him win.

“Please,” you whispered, “Please stop this. I don’t want any of this.”

“Hm, starting to learn our manners, are we?” He teased as his breath ghosted over the crook of your neck. “But you still have such an issue with lying. Foolish girl, right now I think I’m the one who knows the best about what you want.”

His hands stopped their gently ministrations, instead squeezing the meat of your chest so tightly you winced. Rearing his right hand back, he brought it down with loud slap against your breast, causing you to yelp in pain.

“If you don’t appreciate it the work I’m putting in here I’ll have to turn you into an honest woman by different means.”

He flung you around like a rag doll, scooping up your lower half until your legs were positioned on either of your shoulders. You panicked, wriggling with all your might to break free of his hold. His hands clasped themselves in an iron grip on each leg, pulling them apart with ease as you struggled to clench them shut. He lowered his torso until he was rested on his elbows, which helped alleviate the strain placed on your back, but still kept you locked in an uncomfortable, compromising situation. Tears began to prick your eyes as his breath fanned against your essence, shame blushing your body as he could now plainly see just how wet his simple touches had made you.

There was no build up before he plunged into you, thick tongue quick to snake past your folds and work its way inside. You cried out at the slimy intrusion, your hands shooting to grip Yujiro’s hair. Try as you might to push his head away, it only made his efforts more intense. His tongue delved deeper, slurping and sucking at you with a sickening squelch.

One of his hands broke away from your thigh, making its way to pay special attention to the nub at your entrance. Your body jerked as he made contact, the joint sensation of his tongue fucking you mixed with methodical rub of his thumb was quickly making you lose all reason. Your breathing got short as pleasure bloomed within you, mounting with each swirl of his tongue. He was ravenous in his consumption of you, and the harder he went the farther you lost yourself.

Your shoving hands loosened their grip, instead tugging gently to guide him closer. Legs that were once violently thrashing had begun to still, no longer desperate to crush the man between them. You cursed yourself as you felt your hips lifting, chasing the high that was moments away from being awarded by Yujiro’s lips. For a brief moment, your mind traveled to your mother. Had she been in this exact situation, feeling this same intense, all-encompassing feeling? The thought made you sick, disgusted with the realization that the same tactics that may have been used to ensnare your mother were now being used to entrap you.

But even those horrid thoughts couldn’t dispel the overflowing feeling that was seconds away from enveloping you. You despised Yujiro Hanma in a visceral way, more than you ever hated anyone or anything before, but it was hard to think of hate when you were on the precipice of sheer ecstasy.

Seconds before your nirvana was to be reached, he pulled himself away.

You bit back the whine that threatened to spill from your lips, but could not stop the way your body contorted his way as he detached from you, desperate in its search to feel release. Your face twisted into a scowl- if he had only let you come then maybe this torment would have been over sooner.

“I almost forgot this is supposed to be a learning experience. I am afraid I have been far too lenient with you. I suppose that’s what happens when you are a father’s only daughter.”

You could barely focus on his words as he spoke, his voice taking an edge that contradicted his prior, gratifying interactions. The sensations you had felt left your mind cloudy, but not so much that you couldn’t feel the mounting hostility radiating from his body, hear the wrath reflected in his voice.

His face contorted into a sinister smile, “You act as if I am the cruel one, but here is my own daughter, barely giving me the time of day after all I have done for her. I think its high time daddy gets a little attention himself, don’t you?”

His hand twisted itself in your hair and pulled, dragging your body after him as he walked off towards a seating area. A searing pain emanated from your scalp as you screamed, kicking your legs out in hopes of finding your footing to relieve the strain. After a short stint, you were tossed roughly against a sofa, your head lulling back painfully against the couch cushion on impact. A steady, throbbing pain enveloped your brain, causing you to rub your temples for some manner of relief. Not too far from where you had landed, Yujiro prepared himself. You were vaguely aware of him loosening his pants, fully erect cock springing from the fabric.

“This is for being such a little bitch,” he spoke through gritted teeth, aligning himself so that his cock pressed against your pursed lips. The heady smell of his privates mixed with the smear of his precum nearly made you wretch, the tip of his cock pressed so firmly against you that it was beginning to seep into your mouth. You whimpered as he grabbed around your cheeks, squeezing until you had no choice but to yield, afraid that he would otherwise crush you.

“Show me what a good little hole you can be for me, princess.”

With no further warning, he began shoving his way inside. Your jaw ached at the sudden intrusion, your lips and throat burning as they stretched around him. A hiss passed his lips as he pressed further into the warmth of your mouth, his slower pace giving you a chance to truly experience his girth. You could feel every vein and ridge, taste the salt of his sweat as he dragged himself across your tongue. You gagged as he pressed into the back of your mouth, eyes watering as you suffocated around him. Gurgling on his length, you were worried that if he were to press in any further your jaw very well may break from the strain.

Drool dribbled down your chin as he stayed there a moment, eyes boring into you with an impassive stare. The lack of emotions made the whole situation even worse, he was destroying you in a way you weren’t sure you would ever be able to recover from and none of it mattered to him. Fresh tears stung your eyes as you stared up at him, your sobs making breathing even harder. The sniveling must have pleased him, as you felt his dick quiver inside you with each catch of your breath.

With a snap of his hips, his onslaught began. You braced yourself against the slam of his hips on your face, the coarse hairs of his crotch scratching incessantly against you, becoming moist with your saliva and tears. You shuddered in discomfort at the ceaseless smack of his balls against your chin, flinching each time he jabbed himself forcibly into the back of your throat. Your nails buried themselves into the thick of his thighs, using all your strength to shove in a shoddy attempt to disconnect from him. He gave a curt laugh at this and picked up the pace, cradling the back of your head with his hand to slam into you more violently, effectively keeping your mouth glued to his thick cock. Your screams of pain came out as muffled, weak whimpers.

After he grew bored with face fucking you he withdrew his length from your battered mouth, causing your to sputter and cough, gasping for air the second you were able. However there was no feeling of relief, as he had latched himself to your arm the instant he pulled away, tugging you in a quick jerk until you were lying on the couch you had moments before been leaning against.

Once more he slotted himself against you, a new wave of horror crashing over you at the pressure of his cock against your folds. Your legs shook and flailed as you tried to kick him away, but in your compromised state you were even less of a challenge to him than you had been previously. His unflinching grip on your legs kept you spread and at his mercy, a whine slipping from your lips as he began to force the head inside. The same uncaring look sat upon his face as he pierced your unprepared pussy, the stretch burning you the further he pressed in. Finding his aloofness unbearable to witness, you clamped your eyes shut. If you were strong enough, maybe you could pretend you were anywhere else, with anyone else, doing anything else.

As he fucked his way inside of you, a blinding white agony bloomed within you. Your body struggled to fit him, his bulk quickly overwhelming your smaller form. A weak cry fell past your parted lips as he leaned down, his body caging you in on all sides as he continued pressing ever further into you. You writhed in an effort to find any sort of relief from the intrusion, but as his chest pushed against yours, burying your body further into the plush of the sofa, you had to face the fact that there would be no relief. There was no escaping him, and that realization only amplified the pain.

He granted you no time to adjust to him, picking up his pace seconds after he was fully sheathed. His hips beat violently against you, tearing into you with increasing ferocity. Growing tired of your blubbering, he pressed his lips to yours, effectively muffling your sobs. His lips were soft, tentative even, as they peppered your lips with languid, lingering kisses.

The scene was disarmingly tender. Yujiro stationed above you as he made love to you, kissing you in a way that could easily be misconstrued as romantic. Your arms wrapped around his neck giving the illusion that you wanted him closer, when truly you were just in a desperate search to cling to something to ground you. If it wasn’t for the fact that his thrusts were punctuated by your distressed cries, blood trickling down your legs and staining his dick, it may even look like this was love.

He once more picked up speed. One of his hands traveled to your clit, your body shaking as he steadily rubbed against the nub. You were growing accustomed to Yujiro’s intrusion, and slowly you began to relax under the feel of his practiced fingers and stroke of his dick. The torture he was putting your body through grew more and more bearable until the discomfort melted away entirely, a much more enjoyable feeling taking its place in the pit of your stomach. Though you were apt to fight it tooth and nail, the longer he carried on the harder you found it to resist.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His words sounded heavy as he breathed them into your ear, “It’s like you were made to fuck. I knew you would take me well once you stopped acting up. You’re being such a good girl now (name), you don’t have to hold back anymore. Tell me, are you feeling better than you ever felt before?”

You shook your head, your final stand against the mounting pleasure. He scoffed at the act of petulance, “Still being a brat, I see.”

Yujiro’s lips moved to your neck, sucking and biting the tender flesh as he pulled you tighter against his body. The fullness that was once overwhelming now felt perfect, disgruntled whines leaving your lips each time he pulled away. Your mind grew muddled, confusion making you lose your sense of self to the strong feeling of desire. Every conviction you had held firm to began to slip from your grasp, and even though you knew you would regret it, you no longer had the strength to fight back.

A pleased groan escaped your throat at a particularly aggressive thrust to your core, his dick hitting you deeper than any man ever had before. You pulled yourself closer against him, your legs splaying out farther to grant him all the access he needed to go deeper, conquer you freely. You shuddered as your walls fluttered around him, coercing him to use you as he saw fit. A prisoner to your own lust, you could barely recognize yourself as your wanton moans punctuated each of his motions.

He pulled himself from your neck, chuckling as he stared into your lidded gaze, “Awful cute you’re being right now, (name). I’d ask if this is the view Katsumi normally gets, but I doubt that little prick has the ability to make you feel this good.”

As he carried on you began to quiver, your orgasm steadily building as you rocked against him, chasing the high that was moments away. Your breath came in labored huffs as Yujiro once more spoke down to you, “You lied about that little worm Katsumi Orochi and you lied about how good you feel when I fuck you, but now look at you. Remember this feeling, (name). Remember who you belong to.”

A single tear slid down your cheek as his words rang clear through the fog of your mind. The distressing realization crashed down upon you. There was no more pretending, no more running. You would never, ever be free from Yujiro Hanma. He had won, and he would always come out the winner in the end.

However pleasure overcame your mortification, a garbled scream falling from your lips as you tumbled over the edge. Your body convulsed as he continued to ram into you, the overstimulation making you clutch to him tighter. In a haze of ecstasy you felt his hips stutter, a satisfied grunt rumbling from his chest as he spilled himself inside of you.

The following moments passed by in a surreal blur. He stayed inside of you after coming, his softening dick plugging you up as he cradled your battered and used body against him. Now that the act had concluded, exhaustion overcame you. Your breathing came ragged and unsteady as you draped a heavy arm across your eyes, no longer wanting to bear witness to the world around you.

After a few minutes of silence, he pulled out. You remained where you were, revulsion making you wince at the feeling of his fluids seeping from your core. Everywhere he had touched you burned. Your entire body throbbed, and the implications of finishing inside of you filled you with apprehension.

Maybe this moment was inescapable, but that didn’t stop you from feeling absolutely appalled at yourself. The ogre you so despised had successfully made you his whore, and in that process you had found joy in it. You clenched your teeth, your jaw creaking from the pressure. You were disgusting. You were ruined. You would never be the same again.

The desire to spring from the sofa and run far away was strong. Nothing sounded better than bolting to the nearest shower to scrub and scrub and scrub until your skin was raw, cleansing yourself of any essence of the man who had brutalized you. But you knew that was just a pleasant daydream. You could bathe for the next ten thousand years and still feel him on you, inside you.

A shiver passed over your nude body as the air conditioner kicked on, the sweat and fluids on your body amplifying the chill. Though you desperately wanted to, you were unable to move. Leaden by the events of the evening, you remained discarded and used right where Yujiro had left you.

If only you could disappear.

You heard Yujiro moving behind you, but had no strength to look his way. The rustle of fabric made you aware that he was redressing himself, raising your hope that your torture was finally at its end.

“Good luck feeling any kind of satisfaction from a cock that isn’t mine, sweetheart.” He spoke as he walked away, his voice booming through the large, empty room. “And give my regards to your brothers and that boyfriend of yours. It was nice catching up with you, (name). I’ll work harder to make myself less of a stranger in your life from now on, I promise.”

The elevator dinged. You heard the doors open and close, the whir of the descending car taking him away from you. And just like that, he was gone.

When you were sure he was not coming back, a wail tore through your lungs, tears cascading freely down your red cheeks. The convulsions your tears brought served as a painful reminder of all you had endured, each vibration of your chest reigniting all the aches of the past hour. In an attempt to quell your sobs you bit into your bottom lips, the metallic tang of blood that trickled from your earlier wound mixing with the leftover taste of Yujiro.

Just as you had started to calm yourself, willing your body to move so you could clean yourself up and get the hell out of here, you heard the hum of the elevator once more come to life. You stilled in panic, listening as it crept closer and closer to the top floor suite. You heard muffled voices and laughter from within, and as it grew nearer your shoulders fell at the recognition of one of those voices.

Katsumi.

Another ding, followed by the sound of doors opening, jovial voices spilling out into the open room, punctuating the start of the start of a joyous party. It was the perfect way to conclude a successful fighting convention for the guest of honor and his party.

Your heartbeat drowned out the sound of Katsumi’s swiftly approaching footsteps, body frozen as he came into view and your world crashed down around you.

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