The dim neon lights flickered through the VIP suite, tossing restless reflections across the room. Crackling classical music drifted from the red-lacquered ceiling speakers, setting the stage. Subtle tones, probably never played in the bunny club before.
But it was his personal request.
Jochen had already made himself comfortable. Room number four. The chair he was lording up in was none other than Rudi's office swivel. The best this place had to offer.
Still a ballsy move.
Rudi had the audacity to charge him 3,000 yen for it. For a sagging chair whose red faux leather was already peeling off the armrests. Absolute rip-off.
But today was a special day. One where he was finally gonna break in a brand-new little game. So he figured he could treat himself.
Right?
Frowning, Jochen pulled his finger outta his nose. He brushed his chewed-up nail under his glasses, then dragged his hand through his slicked-back black hair for like the eighth time.
Then, finally.
The heavy metal door screeched open. In came the two anti-bunnies he'd been waiting for with bated breath.
Leading the way was the white-haired one, wearing regular street clothes just like he'd ordered. Black sweater, tight black jeans, hands shoved deep in her pockets.
Interesting. Classic goth slut, straight outta the textbook, he noted sharply.
Trailing behind her was the chick with the giant honkers. Kinda spaced-out, but her eyes were focused and alert. Same amount of black, just way more revealing. Her big tits stretched a white cross on the front of her T-shirt.
Why it was upside down? He had no clue.
Didn't matter anyway, he'd already put two and two together.
So, a strict little Christian girl in a downright sinful place like this. Clearly another victim of society, still clinging to faith as her last lifeline.
The way these people had gone astray almost touched him. Almost. But that's life. Life ain't fair. He knew the feeling well enough himself. And hey, a guy's gotta get his toys somehow.
Then he clapped his hands and turned toward them.
"Welcome, welcome, ladies!"
His sharp stare had probably gotten way too intense and piercing during all that deep analysis. Bet he'd freaked the poor things out. Though that wasn't his intention at all.
Being the nice guy he was, he put on the friendliest smile he had in stock. He no longer hid his eyes behind the reflection of his glasses, even though it looked insanely cool. One last run-through of his hair, then he began to speak.
"It's an honor to meet you both. Allow me to introduce myself properly." He tapped two fingers against the frame of his glasses. "My name is Jochen."
He paused for effect.
"Jochen Rentam."
With every syllable his excitement grew, but the two bitches didn't appreciate the performance. They just exchanged a look.
The silence hit him like a slap in the face.
So ungrateful. But he kept it polite.
"And what might your names be, if I may be so bold?" he said, like he was inviting them to dance.
The white-haired one tilted her head.
"I'm… Lyra. Didn't you already know that? You had to put our names on the booking and—"
"Yeah, yeah, sweetheart, of course, of course. But I value respectful and cultivated interpersonal conduct., which is why this matters so much to me," he declared, waving a finger through the air like he was explaining something crucial.
"Uh, okay…?" she replied, still skeptical. But anyone who still didn't get it after such a detailed explanation wasn't worth Jochen's attention anyway.
His superior gaze slid over to the busty little nun and settled expectantly on her.
A little unsure shuffle made her tits jiggle, which he liked. A lot. "So um… I—I'm Hana!"
Jochen pulled his finger outta his ear and flicked some earwax somewhere onto the floor.
"Very nice, very nice."
Another clap of his hands. A bit of dust kicked up. This time the two of them flinched.
"Now then, my dear Hana. And Lyra. Since we've gotten to know each other a bit, I suggest we finally get to the reason we're all here!"
Everything was ready. Time for the main course he'd been working on for so damn long.
On the surface, these girls were just colleagues, maybe even friends. At least to anyone buying the act. But Jochen knew how deep the rivalry and hatred actually ran. Their real relationship.
He saw the envy.
He saw the hate.
He saw the war.
Everything nobody else noticed.
And how do you best break two people who despise each other to the core?
Exactly.
By forcing them into shameless closeness despite all the distance they're trying to keep. The kind that would make these two repelling magnets burst from repulsion.
One hell of a fireworks show.
And he'd just sit back and enjoy it.
Maybe savor his victory afterward.
It had been burning on the tip of his tongue the whole time; now he finally said it.
"Ladies, what I want from you is nothing less than for you to pleasure each other right here in front of me."
His eyes narrowed, mouth curled into a greasy grin. And to top it off, he unzipped his fly.
Out flopped his dick, about the size of a mushroom. A wet rubbing sound filled the tense silence. On top of the disgusting smell already in the air, there was something else now.
An expectation heavier than the sight of him.
"So if you'd be so kind as to get started?"
Silence followed his words. Now he was fully focused on the girls' reactions.
Let the show begin.
Lyra jerked back, flailing her hands wildly. "What?! No, that— that's not happening. Why the hell would we—?!"
Her cheeks were bright red, but he just kept stroking, totally unfazed.
Lyra's pupils were shaking, almost like in the morning with Rudi. But this situation was different. Just as disgusting. But somehow…
A quick side-glance at Hana. Her face was flushed all the way to her ears too. I gotta do something. Not just for me. For her too.
She tried again, this time laying on the charm.
"Hmmm, alright then. How about I just… take care of your actual desire myself?" She pointed at her mouth, then shot a sharp look at the thing between his legs.
No reaction. He just kept stroking, like Lyra was invisible. Still waiting, full of expectation.
…
Then, outta nowhere.
Hana stumbled into Lyra's field of vision and headed straight for the throne. Right in front of it, she dropped to her knees on the grimy floor. About to do something this creep did not deserve.
But instead of approval, she got his shoe sole. His kick sent her staggering back like unwanted mail.
"Ugh—" she hissed through clenched teeth.
Lyra caught her, steadying her with an arm.
"That basta— You okay?"
"I'm fine…"
Even thought he couldn't hear their words, Jochen saw the golden desperation flickering in both their eyes. His thin grin stretched wider. He kept watching.
Hana straightened up again, whispering only to Lyra.
"I don't get this dude. He just wants to watch? Let him go jerk off to some porn then…"
"Can't figure him out either. But— but I'm not gonna dance to his tune," Lyra muttered back.
A short, loaded silence, then Hana looked at Lyra, just with her eyes. "Why not, actually?"
The question hung between them for a few seconds. Seconds in which you could've easily come up with good arguments. Still, Lyra's words came out like a nervous school presentation.
"Because— because uh, that's weird and… like— I'm not letting anyone force me into that shit. We should go to Rudi and complain."
Hana shook her head.
"Rudi's gonna tear you apart if you ditch a customer after last night's stunt. This guy's gonna lose his shit if he doesn't get what he paid for."
"But—" That was all Lyra managed.
Hana grabbed her arm, yanked her aside a bit, and whispered. "We'll just fake it. Remember? Whether it's with some dude or with you…" Her warm cheeks protested, but Hana ignored them. She had to.
"…doesn't fucking matter. Treat it like a show. Like in the cage."
Lyra nodded, head turned slightly away.
"Fine."
"Trust me, you know how many guys I've already faked orgasms for? Hehe," Hana giggled.
One corner of Lyra's mouth twitched, not exactly thrilled by the thought. But she nodded.
"Alright, let's do this!" Hana announced, loud enough this time so their quiet creep could hear. His head was already tilted like a vulture's.
Hana still had Lyra by the arm. She yanked her over to the couch and shoved her down onto the cold leather. Before Lyra could even prop herself up on her elbows, Hana had already pounced on top of her.
"Hey— you're way too rough!" Lyra groaned.
But Hana was already there, right on top of her.
Hana's hair fell down like a soft shadow over her face. Lyra couldn't read anything in it. She was the one lying on her back, totally exposed to the flickering neon that would betray every little reaction on her face.
It was so unfair.
Hana settled down like an ambush. No warning, no signal, just dove in. Her shaky breath brushed against Lyra's lips, sending goosebumps all over her.
"I'll… just pretend, okay?" Hana whispered, almost shy.
Her falling hair turned into a curtain, a tiny bit of cover. Carefully, Hana searched for Lyra's lips with her own.
The nervousness in it hit Lyra instantly. This was nothing like what the customers usually did to them. And still, everything was shaking. Something in Lyra wanted to stop it. Ask if they couldn't do this some other way. But something swallowed every objection.
With every kiss, a bit of Hana's warmth pulsed into Lyra, literally pumping the blush into her face. No matter how wrong the whole setup looked, it somehow felt… right? Right as in… different? Different from any closeness she'd ever had.
The way Hana moved her mouth over Lyra's lips was gentle. Way too gentle for the tone they usually used with each other.
A weird pressure started throbbing in Lyra's chest.
Something she usually didn't have.
Not even back with Yuu.
What the hell is this?
Lyra's arms had still been stiff in the air, but now they moved on their own. They pulled Hana into a hug, soft, but also tight, like she never wanted to let go.
Everything was pulsing. But in sync. In sync with her.
Until now, Hana had just been nibbling on Lyra's lower lip. Lyra had just lain there like a doll. But now she pressed Hana's body against hers, as if she wanted to feel every single heartbeat.
Why…?
Lyra wasn't just letting the kisses happen anymore, she was daring to kiss back. Couldn't hurt the act to take a little extra, right? More than her mind would've ever allowed. So she shut her eyes.
Why am I doing this?
Every heartbeat shoved her common sense further back until it was nothing but a dull echo.
There was this connection, physical, a demanding rhythm. Every tiny movement synced up, triggered another the moment they touched. And still every kiss tasted like there was something underneath.
Lyra loosened her arms, let her fingertips brush gently over the fabric of Hana's T-shirt. Still pretending it was just a hug. The hug she couldn't give Hana back when the accident happened.
Back then she had no right to, only the blame for it.
And then this morning, when Hana was sitting on her bed, no filter, raw words and burning tears. Lyra had wanted nothing more than to pull her into her arms. Try to hold together whatever was broken inside Hana. But she couldn't.
But now…
Her fingers still hadn't stopped shaking.
Right now, stopping them was impossible anyway. Lyra let them slide slowly down Hana's back until they found a gap and slipped under the T-shirt. Fingertips carefully grazing that soft skin, and Lyra could've sworn she felt Hana's trembling pulse even there.
Same as her own pulse when Hana left the apartment this morning. When she couldn't find the words to make her stay. When it came to dumb comebacks, Lyra always had one ready. She always had to play the tough one, the one who had her shit together. But when it actually mattered, she fell apart.
Her teeth wanted to clench. But they couldn't. Not now.
Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut. Just a second ago her fingers had still been all shaky, but now they dug in harder. So hard they clawed into Hana's back.
Deeper than she meant to.
Hana flinched.
The feeling ripped her out of that little sense of safety. Out of the shelter of Lyra's arms. Something inside her cracked.
For a split second it felt like Lyra had betrayed her.
Out of nowhere, old memories flashed up. That night he forced himself on her. His rough hands that knew neither tenderness nor the word "no."
Touches she didn't want.
That made her cry.
That made her scream.
No matter how much she begged, he didn't stop.
The feeling of closeness shattered like dropped glass. It was all too much.
Hana shot upright like she'd burned herself. A hard shove that didn't match the softness from just seconds ago. She pushed Lyra clear to the other end of the couch.
Hana's pupils blew wide, almost swallowing the red of her iris. A look like she'd just witnessed murder.
Lyra froze, like someone had yanked her out of another world.
"What the—?! Why—?" Her voice died with every word. "What—what's wrong? I—I didn't mean—"
But she couldn't even tell if Hana was listening. She just sat there. Eyes drowned in panic, breathing like a racehorse.
"Ha—Hana…?"
Lyra didn't get it, couldn't accept that Hana had just shoved her away. Like back then, after the accident.
She tried to turn away, but her feelings revolted. This time they refused to hide. Her face stayed pointed straight at Hana while tears burned down her cheeks.
Then a brutal grip shattered the moment entirely.
Jochen had launched outta his throne like an ejector seat. He grabbed Lyra by the throat and slammed her against the nearest wall with a dull clang.
That stupid piece of shit had ruined everything. All his anticipation. The birth of his new masterpiece.
Instead he had to watch these two practically hump each other full of longing. Lust, attraction, and tenderness. Disgusting. The thought alone almost made stomach acid shoot out his nose.
Especially the white-haired one had pissed him off. The way she hugged the other girl. The way she slid her hands under that T-shirt like every touch was trying to prove his perfect calculations wrong.
That dumb fucking bitch was gonna pay for it.
No matter how hard she fought, Lyra couldn't do shit against the skinny guy's iron grip. He was breathing heavily. Not from exhaustion, but from… rage?
His grip squeezed so tight she had to force every word out like squeezing toothpaste.
"What— …the fuck? …What's your… goddamn— …problem?" A rough cough interrupted her. "We did… what you— wanted."
But Jochen saw right through her filthy lies. This whore didn't deserve his words. Only his fist.
He let go of her throat, wound up, and smashed a heavy punch straight into her face. Right on the cheek, squashing a tear.
A short scream, then his knee followed. Slammed into her gut with no holding back. Lyra crumpled down the wall, a choked whimper slipping out.
Then everything went quiet.
Only the soft hum of the ceiling fan.