36. Dog Collar
The woman climbs onto the bed. "Hng..." I back away little by little, but the bed's so damn small that I'm cornered against the wall. If I'd known this was coming, I should've bought a bigger bed... or maybe mounted missiles on it... or a ray gun that turns intruders into mesugaki brats.
Seeing me huddled in the corner, trembling like a leaf, her face flushes red—probably thrilled like some beast spotting prey. She looks ready to pounce and rape me right this second. "Eugk..." No way... I can't just let her rape me like this. You think I'm gonna hand over my body without a fight?! Pull yourself together, Tyranno. Get a grip on your mind.
A minute ago, the scary vibe and her grabbing my hair made me lose it emotionally. But that wasn't my fault. Anyone would've cried in that spot. Still, after bawling my eyes out and letting it rip once, my heart actually calms down a bit. This pervert bitch is nothing. She's just a little taller than me, a little stronger, a little scary—that's it.
If only Lion shows up, everything'll be fine. Lion will fix it all. She'll punish the bad guy, then blow on my hurts to make them better. Once Lion's here, trash like you is just one punch away.
"Hmph, you think I'm gonna go down easy?" I rub away the tears pooling in my reddened eyes. My nose starts sniffling on its own. I grab the decorative vase by the bed. It was so pretty I loved it, but no flowers matched, so it sat empty. Today, it'll bloom with red flowers—the blood of this ugly bitch!
"Trash like you? Once Lion shows up, you're done for. Yeah? You have no idea how terrifying Lion is. She'd gulp down a shorty like you in one bite! So stay back! Get lost before I tell Lion!" Take this! Mesugaki breathing technique! Vase swing! I grip the neck with both hands and swing wildly. No clue if it'll work, but better than nothing, right? Huh?
"Wha—?" I barely see it, but she swings her arm once, and the vase vanishes from my hands—now it's in hers. She snatched it right out from my full-force swings? In that split second?
"Tyranno. This ain't a game." —Crash! She shakes the vase like a toy and hurls it at the door. The pretty porcelain shatters against the steel door into a million pieces. Shards and the huge crash fill the room.
"Hic..." Scary, so scaryyy... Smashing that beautiful white vase without mercy. This woman's 100% a psycho. Gotta be nuts in the head. If I fight back half-assed, she'll bite me to shreds... curse me out... beat me bloody. No mercy at all. One wrong move, and I'm done for.
"Help meee, Lion..." I think I heard once: when you're about to get raped, don't resist—play dead and submit. You never know what a hyped-up creep might do. Stay still, and it might end with just rape. Better than sniffing ant pheromones from behind a screen or whatever...
Endure it. Endure. No resisting. Hold out till Lion saves me. Just play along. No fighting back. No matter how bad she gets, don't fight. Let it flow like water till it passes. Wait for Lion to rescue me. Endure and endure till then.
".....I really didn't wanna start it like this." Her voice cracks, almost sobbing. I'm already pissed off enough, and now she's crying? Makes me wanna flip out. Why the hell are you crying? The one who should be bawling in terror is me.
"There were better ways, nicer ways, more... decent ways. I've watched over you for so long..." Eek... watched over me for so long...? Now I get it. She's a stalker! Probably spotted cute lil' Tyranno from afar... or I said hi once by chance... some tiny thing made her fall head over heels. Too chicken to confess, so she stalked from the shadows. Endured and endured till she snapped and caused this mess.
"But I can't hold back anymore." Right in front of me, she strips. Light clothes, so they vanish fast. In seconds, she's buck naked. Dim light plays over her skin. Her blurry silhouette in the dark is stunning, rivaling Chae Sua. Perfect proportions, long slender limbs like cracks in glass—thin and pretty. Face like a sculpted statue, body like barbed wire woven with flowers: beautiful but menacing.
Even nude, she radiates an aura she can't hide. Graceful like a deer, but dangerous and aggressive like a lion. And me, facing rape from this? I'm screwed.
"Stick out your tongue."
"Mmgh." I clamp my lips shut in defiance. Her hand shoots up high.
"Eek! O-okay, here..." Terrified she'll slap my cheek, I flick out my tongue. Her hand descends gently, caressing my cheek instead. Feels gross... but weirdly familiar...
"Good boy, Tyranno. I really, really, really like you." Don't say that when you're about to rape me... Gross...
"If you like me that much... can't you skip the pussy training?"
"No way. You're mine. No sharing."
Then she presses her lips to mine. "Mmph..." This is my second kiss. First was Chae Sua. Second's this nameless woman. The first was sticky and endless—Chae Sua that psycho sucking all my breath, melting my brain. This second one's just as violent. Hers aims to block air like Chae Sua's, but also to suck everything from my mouth straight to her gut!
—Smooch... smooch...
"Mngh!" Once my tongue's in her mouth, she nips the tip with sharp fangs. A metallic tang floods instantly. Eek... I'm in deep shit... Biting my nape earlier, now nicking my tongue. She loves tormenting people—a total nutjob...
She hollows her cheeks, claiming every bit inside. My breath, saliva, tongue, even the blood droplets from the tip. Her tongue invades, licking every corner, savoring my saliva and scent—leaving hers behind instead. Ohgod... I'm getting raped... with her tongue... tongued-raped...
Hurry, Lion...
The unforgettable kiss ends after a short eternity, lips parting. "Pha..." A long pink thread of saliva and blood stretches between us.
"Hngk... hek..." Why am I so out of breath... so exhausted...? She must've stolen my stamina too...
Gasping, she peels off my clothes layer by layer. In her hands, they're flimsier than paper. Soon, just naked man and woman on the bed. Luckily, my dick's still wrecked from dumping loads into Chae Sua—won't recover yet.
"This dick? The traitor that dumped baby batter deep in Chae Sua's womb." She prods it with her toes. Hng... my precious cock... don't kick it...
"Why isn't it hard? Get hard already."
"It won't... I wanna, but... it just won't..." Telling my crazy stalker crush that I just creampied Chae Sua so it won't rise might rile her up—but what can I do? It really won't.
"......." Her face twists in rage. Eeeek...
"You know this?" She rummages through my scattered clothes on the floor. Pulls something from the dolphin pants pocket. Bigger than the pocket—some fourth-dimensional pouch bullshit...
"Normally, men can't get erections from death fear. Makes sense. Who'd get hard facing imminent death? Psychologically correct."
The item? A red dog collar. Soft leather with a metal clip.
"Wha... what's that... why'd you pull it out...? No dogs here..."
"But if it's not just fear—if you're actually dying... your body overrides the panic to reproduce. Starts the erection for legacy."
"H-huh...?"
"Especially asphyxiation... blood flow surges to deliver scant oxygen everywhere..." She approaches slowly, collar in hand. No. Hate it. I know even with my limited sex knowledge. Death. Choking. Plus erection. She's gonna... strangle my neck with that collar... till I'm on death's door... heart about to stop... teetering on the edge... holding my life in her hands... then use my rigor-mortis-stiff cock however she wants...
"N-nooo... stay back..." I tried not resisting... but this'll kill me...
Not a human collar—a pet one for dogs or cats... on my fragile neck... Strangle me like a beast... drag me around... then pound my poor dick raw... I... I can't take that... I'll really... really die...
"D-don't... I hate that..."
"But you're not getting hard."
"I'll... figure the dick out somehow... just don't... scary, so scary..."
Run, gotta run... right now... escape... but my body's frozen... too terrified to move... can't run... Lion... save me...
—Click.
"Ahh..." The dog collar snaps around my neck. Tight already. Even unpulled, it grips my throat. Chest like a stone's crushing it. Breath... can't breathe... ragged... suffocating...
Can't breathe, and suddenly Chae Sua from last night flashes back—controlling my air... that brain-melting pleasure... the ecstasy when oxygen deprivation hazes your mind... Does my body remember it?
"Ah..."
"...What the hell are you? Chae Sua's handiwork too?"
No... nooo...
"Hard the second the collar's on?"
Her hardening glare tells my future... I'm in deep shit, Lion... Save me...