Rule 22: A Dangerous Game with Rio, Betrayed by Her Senior (3)
Rumble! Crash! Boom!
In Rio's room, where the window stood wide open.
A massive roar swallowed the bedroom in a blinding flash of pale light. Only the silhouettes of Rio and the bodyguards stood out eerily in the gloom.
Even though the thunderclap was loud enough to pierce eardrums.
Rio stared straight at me, unflinching.
With utterly vacant eyes, devoid of any disturbance.
Drip, drip. Patterrrrrrrrr—
Soon, the fierce rain battering the window began to fill the silence.
Of all the rotten timing, even the weather had to act up. It was the absolute worst situation imaginable.
"Miss, what happened to those people? Y-you didn't kill them, right? Right?"
"......Teacher, why are you worrying about that trash in front of me?"
Boom!
Another thunderous roar shook the earth, slamming into our eardrums. As the world flashed bright, Rio's eyes gleamed.
"I-it's just... I was worried you might be in danger..."
I stammered in panic, but it wasn't because I cared about those lunatics.
I was afraid Rio might have done something irreversible through the bodyguards. Afraid it could haunt her future.
"......Don't worry too much. They're still clinging to life."
"I see...... That's a relief......"
Phew.
I let out a deep sigh of relief that Rio hadn't committed murder.
Then Rio gave a faint smile and held out her smartphone screen to me. It showed a man and woman, beaten to a pulp and bound head to toe.
Trapped in a concrete room, they gasped for breath with terrified faces.
It was pathetic—barely hanging on by a thread.
"The men will be chemically castrated and thrown in prison. The women? Sold at the slave market to live as whores."
Just hearing it sent chills down my spine. It triggered flashbacks to my own days as slave market merchandise—nearly gave me PTSD.
But they brought it on themselves. I couldn't call it pity.
No, it was poetic justice. The perfect punishment for criminals.
As I held Rio and mulled over all this.
Rio suddenly buried her face in my chest, her expression crumbling into sobs.
"They were going to do awful things to me...... I wanted to kill them all...... But I held back...... Because if you hated me too, Teacher, I might really want to kill myself......"
My shirt grew damp with her tears.
That slightly warm heat. Her trembling hands.
They conveyed the full terror Rio must have felt in that desperate situation.
I wrapped my cuffed hands around her gently.
She must have been hurt as much as she'd loved her senior. Now was the time for comfort.
I patted her back softly and said,
"......You did well."
"......!!"
Rio flinched as if startled.
"It was an unavoidable choice to protect yourself, wasn't it?"
"......Teacher...... Aren't you scared of a cruel woman like me?"
"How could I be? I know you're kind and pure. No matter what others say or what happens, I'm always on your side."
It was sincere. Not just to soothe her.
I'd nearly met a horrific end as a slave myself.
I knew exactly how terrifying it must have been for Rio, locked in that motel.
Rio clutched the hem of my shirt and wept silently for a while.
Then, as if resolving something, she stood slowly and glared at me fiercely.
"......Hey, Teacher."
"Yes, Miss."
"You're...... too kind for your own good......"
Too kind for my own good? What does that even mean, Rio...... I'm actually scared, so please stop joking around......
Slide, grab.
In an instant, her hand slipped into my pants. Her ice-cold fingers caressed my limp cock.
Squish, squish.
The way she kneaded it like dough revealed her manic state of mind.
When she squeezed it tight, eyes fluttering shut as if savoring it, the fear was so intense I thought I'd drop dead.
One wrong move, and I'd piss myself for real......
But ignoring my terror, Rio pressed her heavy breasts against my shirt and breathed out.
Haa......♡
"Teacher. From now on...... stay with Rio forever......"
"......Pardon?"
"I don't want to leave you in this world crawling with ugly scum......"
Rio's sweet peach scent filled the air thickly.
Normally, I'd want to savor it forever. But now it felt ominous.
Probably because of the deep darkness emanating from her.
Rio slipped off her knit top.
Slide.
She undid her shirt buttons one by one.
Pop, pop.
Each time, her two flesh-toned melons slid downward heavily under gravity.
Jiggle~.
Her skirt hem brushed coolly against my cock with her movements.
Rio glanced at my cock draped over her skirt, then tucked it inside and rubbed it eagerly against her pussy.
But.
"......But why...... won't it get hard?"
Rio looked flustered, her eyes dulling as she stared at my face with a pout.
Then, as if struck by a bad thought.
"Do you hate me too, Teacher? You pretend to comfort me but think I'm a dirty slut!"
Her twisting expression choked the breath from me. Tears welled up—it was that chilling.
I held my ragged breath and waved my hands frantically.
"N-no!! Absolutely not!!"
"Then?"
"W-well, actually...... this morning, because of Catalina......"
I gave an awkward smile, hesitating, but there were two reasons.
The terrifying current situation with the suddenly scary Rio had tensed my lower body beyond arousal.
And after wearing that ejaculation-blocker ring all morning under sexual torture, my cock was drained dry and in a coma-like state.
In short, erectile dysfunction in my notoriously insatiable cock was entirely plausible.
"......You must have had it rough too, Teacher. I'm sorry...... Because I went to that trash, you suffered humiliation from Catalina......"
Squeeze!
Thankfully, my excuse landed. Rio clung even tighter, hugging with all her strength.
Her moist pussy, peeking from her crotchless panties, immediately clamped down on my limp cock.
Slide, slide.
Hugging me, Rio slowly rocked her hips, slathering my soft cock in her juices.
Like marking her territory, softly and tenderly. She was coating my entire groin with her scent.
"Now I'll...... protect you, Teacher......"
Snap!
Rio, still hugging me, suddenly snapped her fingers. Then.
Clack, clack.
One of the many bodyguards in the room—a massive musclebound figure that even a suit couldn't hide—approached the bed.
"You called, Miss Rio?"
Her voice and hair said female, but she looked gruff enough to pass for a man.
"Swan, did you prepare what I asked for earlier?"
Her codename's Swan? Sounds like a delicate ballerina......
To be bluntly honest, it didn't suit her at all.
Truth be told, even if I fought with all my male pride on the line, I'd lose for sure.
"Teacher, say hi to Swan. You'll see her every day now that you're with me."
As Rio reached out to Swan with a pleased smile.
Swan pulled a mysterious blue pill from her pocket and placed it gently on Rio's palm.
What the hell is that pill? It reeks of bad vibes.
As I stared at Rio's hand with trembling eyes, she slowly curled her lips upward.
It was a smile like beholding the devil.
"So, Teacher. Wanna make a little bet~?"
"A b-bet? Suddenly, here?"
Clang! Grab!
"Eek!"
Without warning, the bodyguard Swan swiftly cuffed my hands. My arms shot up helplessly in her rough grip.
Click!
The cuffs hooked onto an iron ring at the headboard—god knows when it appeared—and locked tight.
Clank! Clank!
I thrashed my bound hands in panic, but.
Slide.
Rio burrowed into my arms as if she'd waited for this moment, perfectly pinning my movements.
"Haa...... Sorry, but you don't get a say, Teacher. This is all for your sake."
This is bad. Rio's eyes were glazing over.
She licked her pink lips slowly, teased my chest with the blue pill.
Plop.
Then placed it on her lips and leaned in with that beautiful face.