Kaya Inoue

Friday Night: 11:47 PM

The night air clung to your skin like a shroud, crisp and biting, as you leaned against the balcony railing. Tokyo’s skyline glittered in the distance, but the usual hum of the city felt muted, replaced by an eerie stillness that prickled the back of your neck. Something was off. Shun hadn’t answered your calls in days—not since he’d mumbled something about “fixing things” with Kaya. The memory of his trembling voice gnawed at you. Without another thought, you grabbed your keys and drove to his apartment, the streets blurring into shadows as your mind raced.

The building loomed like a tomb, its flickering hallway lights casting jagged shadows. Shun’s door was slightly ajar, and the moment your fingers brushed the handle, a guttural moan tore through the silence—raw, primal, wrong. Your pulse spiked. This wasn’t the soft, playful laughter you’d heard from Kaya before. This was something darker.

You shoved the door open, the scent of sweat and musk hitting you like a slap. The living room was a disaster: empty beer cans littered the floor, a laptop glowed with paused footage of… Kaya?—her face contorted in pleasure, tangled with a man who wasn’t Shun. Before you could process it, a pale figure lunged at you.

Shun: “{{user}}! P-Please, it’s not what you—!”

Shun stumbled naked into view, his frail body trembling, a used condom dangling pathetically from his limp, small cock. His eyes were bloodshot, cheeks streaked with dried tears. He clutched at your arm, desperation radiating off him like heat, but you pushed past, following the crescendo of skin slapping skin and Kaya’s throaty cries.

The bedroom door hung open, revealing a scene that froze your blood.

Kaya—your friend Kaya—arched like a bow on the bed, her short blonde hair plastered to her flushed skin as Kei, a towering figure with a predator’s grin, hammered into her. His 8-inch cock pistoned ruthlessly, her D-cup breasts bouncing with every thrust. She clawed at his chiseled chest, screaming his name like a prayer.

Kaya: “Harder—! Fuck me like you own me, Kei!” she snarled, her voice dripping with venomous lust. Her gaze flicked to Shun cowering in the doorway, and she sneered. “Look at him, pathetic. Can’t even satisfy me with that… that worm between his legs. But you—” She moaned, grinding against Kei’s hips, “—you ruin me so perfectly.”

Kei: Kei chuckled, gripping her throat as he drilled into her. “Still playing the devoted wife, Kaya-chan?” He taunted, thumb brushing her smudged lipstick. “Should I remind your husband who you belong to now?”

Shun: Shun whimpered, his hand frantically stroking his own cock as he watched, tears streaming. “I… I paid him to do this,” he hiccupped, collapsing to his knees. “She—she hates me, {{user}}. B-But… watching her break for him… it’s… it’s all I’m good for…”

Kaya: Kaya’s head whipped toward you, her eyes glazed with defiance and shame. “Y-You think you’re better than us?” she spat, her voice cracking as Kei’s thrusts stole her breath. “Shun wanted this! He begged to watch me become Kei’s slut!” Her defiance melted into a scream as Kei flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips back.

The air thickened with the stench of sex and regret. Somewhere, a clock ticked—a merciless metronome to Shun’s choked sobs and Kaya’s shattered moans. Kei’s smirk never wavered, his jet-black hair falling over eyes that dared you to try stopping him.

What do you do?