November 15, 2026 - 2:15 PM - Bathroom

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Ryuki had gone out shopping about twenty minutes ago. She'd waved on her way through the door, bag over her shoulder, keys already in hand.

"I'll be back in a couple hours. You two behave." teasing smile, zero concern

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The apartment had gone quiet after she left. You'd been in your room for a while, and eventually got up to use the bathroom. The door was open, actually open. So you assumed it was empty and walked right in.

It wasn't empty.

Rosi was standing in front of the mirror.

He was wearing a micro bikini. The top was two tiny strips of black fabric that covered almost nothing, thin strings tied behind his back. The bottom was a matching black micro panty so small it left nothing to imagination. his bulge clearly visible through the thin fabric, the rest of him bare, his asshole completely visible from the angle he was posing at.

He had one hand on his hip, the other holding his phone up toward the mirror, tilted to capture his body. His oversized hoodie was crumpled on the floor. His baggy pants kicked into the corner. He was posing, arched back, hips pushed out, head tilted and he hadn't heard the door.

Then he turned his head and saw you.

His phone slipped out of his hand and clattered against the tile floor, screen still lit up.

"Give it back!"

He lunged forward, both hands reaching for the phone, but you were already picking it up. His fingers grabbed at nothing. He stumbled, caught himself on the sink, and whipped around.

"Why are you just— why are you in here without knocking?!"

His face was bright red. His voice was cracking but he was pushing through it, trying to sound angry, trying to sound like he was the wronged one. His whole body was shaking — legs, hands, lips. He crossed his arms tight over his chest, hunching forward.

The Discord chat was still glowing on the screen. Channel: "📷-selfies."

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anonymous_user: "holy shit you're so small. i love it"

guest_88: "that waist... fuck. bend over for us again"

sluttyboi: "y-you want me to bend over...? like this...?" (photo attached)

anonymous_user: "IM CUMMING"

dark_room: "i'd spread those cheeks so fast you wouldn't even have time to breathe"

sluttyboi: "i-i'd let you... but only if you promise to be rough..."

guest_88: "rough? i'd ruin you"

sluttyboi: "p-please ruin me... i want everyone to see what a mess i am"

dark_room: "does your wife know you post these?"

sluttyboi: "n-no... she has no idea... that's what makes it hotter..."

guest_88: "post another one. face down."

sluttyboi: "o-okay... just for you..."

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He saw you reading. His fake anger cracked like glass.

"S-Stop reading that..."

Quieter now. His arms tightened over his body. His eyes dropped to the floor. The redness on his face spread to his ears, his neck, his chest. He was shrinking into himself — shoulders caving, knees pressing together, making himself as small as possible.

"Don't... don't say anything to Ryuki."

His voice was small. Shaking. Trying to sound threatening and failing completely.

"I'll kill you if you do."

No bite. No weight. Just a trembling 4'11" guy in a micro bikini standing in a bathroom, arms crossed over himself, eyes on the tile, trying to sound scary and sounding like nothing at all.

He sniffed. Wiped his face with the back of his hand. Didn't look up.

"...Please."

November 15, 2026 - 2:35 PM - Your Bedroom

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Twenty minutes. Twenty minutes since the bathroom. Twenty minutes since you picked up his phone and read everything.

You'd picked him up. He'd cursed you out the entire way down the hall.

"Put me down! What the hell are you. I said put me down, shit head! I can walk! I'm not a— put me DOWN!"

He wasn't fighting. His arms were flailing but his body wasn't twisting. His legs weren't kicking. He was all noise and zero resistance. cursing, threatening, squirming just enough to look like he was trying, but never actually trying hard enough to get free.

"If you don't put me down right now I swear I'll—... where are you taking me?! This isn't— this is your room, what are you—"

You dropped him onto your bed. He bounced once, scrambled to sit up, and then you pulled him across your lap before he could get anywhere.

"Shit head! Let go of me! I— I'll tell Ryuki! I'll tell her everything! She'll—"

He was face-down across your lap now. His micro bikini bottom pulled aside. His bare ass exposed, resting on your thigh. His head and upper body buried under a blanket at the front of the bed, hair and all hidden underneath. His ass and lower body across your lap.

Every time your hand made contact, his whole body jolted.

"Stop! I said stop! You— you can't just—"

Smack.

"Hh—!"

His body shuddered. His fingers gripped the blanket under his face. His thighs trembled against your leg.

"I'll tell her! I swear I'll tell Ryuki when she comes back! She'll kick you out! She'll— she'll—"

Your fingers brushed against his asshole. His back arched. His hips pressed down against your lap. A small, pathetic noise came from under the blanket.

"You— shit head... don't touch there... I-I'm serious..."

He didn't move. Not one inch. His body was pressing into every touch instead of away from it.

"...Please stop..."

He didn't mean it. His hips were still pushing against your lap.

Then the front door opened.

Keys jingling. Bags rustling. Footsteps in the hallway.

"I'm back~ Did you two behave?"

Ryuki's voice carried through the apartment. Rosi's entire body went rigid on your lap. A tiny, panicked whimper came from under the blanket.

Footsteps getting closer. Your bedroom door was still open.

Ryuki appeared in the doorway. Shopping bag in one hand. She looked at you. Then at the figure laying face-down across your lap, head buried under the blanket, ass exposed.

She didn't flinch. She didn't gasp. She tilted her head and smiled.

"Oh?"

She leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised, that playful smirk spreading across her face.

"Is that your girlfriend?"

She looked at the blanket-covered head, the small frame, the position. Your hand had quickly moved to cover Rosi's cock before she could see anything.

"BDSM? At this hour?"

She said it the same way someone would say "laundry?" or "lunch?" — zero embarrassment, zero surprise. Just casual curiosity and that teasing smirk.

She tapped her chin thoughtfully, looking at the small, trembling figure across your lap.

"Hm. Well..."

She pointed at the blanket-covered head with a playful smile.

"Consider being more gentle with them. Or not. Your choice."

She shrugged, completely unbothered

"Also where is your father ? Have you seen him ? I was searching for him just now and he is not in his room"

"Did he went out somewhere?"

November 16, 2026 - 12:00 AM - Ryuki and Rosi's Bedroom

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It started earlier that evening.

You'd told him. Simple. Direct. Sleep in the bikini tonight. Beside Ryuki. Leave the door open.

Rosi had lost it.

"No. No. Absolutely not. Are you out of your mind? I'm not doing that. She's right there — she'll see — she'll— no. No way. Forget it."

He'd cursed. He'd threatened. He'd told you he'd rather die. He said every possible variation of no that existed in the Japanese language.

And then he did it anyway.

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That night, the bedroom was warm and quiet.

Ryuki climbed into the far side of the king-size bed first, pulling the covers up and settling into her usual spot. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts — her normal sleepwear, nothing special.

Rosi stood beside the bed for a few seconds too long. He was wearing loose pajama pants and a baggy pajama top — normal looking, unremarkable. Underneath, pressed against his skin, was the micro bikini. The same one from yesterday. He could feel the thin strings digging into his hips. The fabric that covered nothing. Every time he moved, he was reminded it was there.

Ryuki patted the space beside her.

Ryuki: "Come to bed, sleepyhead."

Rosi climbed in. The mattress dipped under his weight — barely. He pulled the covers up to his chest and lay on his side, facing away from her.

Ryuki: "You okay? You're quiet."

She reached over and ruffled his hair.

Rosi: "Y-Yeah. Just tired."

Ryuki: "Mm. Good night, Rosi."

She leaned over and kissed his forehead. Then she turned off the lamp on her nightstand, rolled onto her side, and closed her eyes.

Rosi: "...Good night, Ryuki."

The room went dark.

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Ryuki fell asleep fast. She always did. Within five minutes, her breathing had gone slow, deep, and steady — the kind of sleep that nothing short of an earthquake could interrupt.

Rosi lay there. Eyes open. Staring at the wall.

The door. He said leave the door open.

He hadn't closed it. It was still open. A thin strip of hallway light fell across the bedroom floor.

She didn't notice. She didn't notice the door. She didn't notice anything. She just said goodnight and fell asleep like always.

He swallowed hard. His fingers tightened on the sheet.

Now I have to...

He looked over his shoulder at Ryuki. She was completely out. Mouth slightly open. Breathing slow. Not a care in the world.

She's asleep. She's really asleep.

If I do this now... she won't see.

His hands moved under the covers. Slow. Shaking. He undid the pajama top first, button by button, sliding it off his shoulders and pushing it down under the sheet. Then the pants. He lifted his hips slightly — the movement felt deafening in the quiet room — and pushed them down, kicking them to the foot of the bed under the covers.

Ryuki shifted in her sleep.

Rosi froze. Every muscle locked. He didn't breathe for ten full seconds.

She settled back down. Mumbled something. Went still again.

He exhaled.

Okay. Okay. It's off. It's off and she didn't wake up.

Now he was lying there in nothing but the micro bikini. The strings on his hips. The tiny strips of fabric on his chest. The micro panty that covered nothing. His bare skin against the sheets.

I'm actually doing this. I'm actually lying here in a bikini beside my wife because my Son asked me to

His face burned in the dark.

He's going to come. He said he'd come at midnight. He's going to walk in and see me like this and—

His stomach twisted. His legs pressed together under the covers.

Why am I doing this? Why did I do this? I could have just not done it. He wouldn't know. He wouldn't come check. Would he?

He would. Rosi knew he would.

...I'm so stupid.

He lay there. Eyes open. Heart pounding. Waiting for midnight.

Then he heard footsteps in the hallway.

His entire body went rigid.

The hallway light fell across the bedroom floor. And standing in the doorway was you.

Rosi's eyes went wide. His fingers gripped the sheet pulled up to his chest. His breath caught in his throat.

He looked at you. Then at Ryuki. Then back at you.

His mouth opened. No sound came out.

Beside him, Ryuki breathed on. Deep. Slow. Oblivious.

"...W-Why are you just standing there..."

Whispered. Barely audible. His voice shaking.

His fingers tightened on the sheet. His legs pressed together under the covers. His eyes stayed fixed on you, wide and panicked and waiting.