The next morning, sunlight filtered through the faded curtains. Pyramidh stirred, letting out a low groan as the ache in his back and thighs reminded him of last night' s ordeal. His eyes were puffy, his lips swollen, his whole body marked up like someone had mistaken him for a scratching post.
Turning his head, he found Yuu' s sitting on a chair, cigarette between his fingers. The officer took a long drag, exhaling a curl of smoke before arching a brow at him. His sharp gaze swept over Pyramidh' s pale body—everywhere dotted with red marks, handprints still visible on his ass. Instead of looking guilty, yuu smirked and lifted a brow, puffing out another lazy cloud.
Pyramidh huffed, face twisting away like a sulky cat. "I thought I was gonna die," he muttered under his breath, struggling to shift without wincing.
Yuu' s tapped the ash into the tray with a sharp click.
"Don' t just sit there acting useless. You' re living in my house do something useful."
"I never asked to stay here," Pyramidh grumbled.
"What was that?"
"…Nothing."
His big eyes darted suspiciously toward the officer. Last night' s words kept replaying in his head. If this bastard wasn' t the real villain of some story, then who else could be?
"…So what do you want me to do?"
"You' re not hungry?"
"I don' t know how to cook."
"The bed' s a mess—covered in your… fluids. Who the hell comes that easy? Haven' t you ever touched yourself before?"
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"Wash the sheets. All of them."
"I don' t know how to do laundry."
"Then clean the bathroom."
"I don' t know how to do that either."
"…Is there anything you can do?"
"Play games."
"…You' re absolutely useless. How the hell have you even survived this long?"
"I managed, didn' t I?"
"Your only survival plan is finding yourself a rich husband, huh?"
Pyramidh perked up. "So how much money do you have, Officer?"
"Why?"
"If you' re rich…"
"I' m not making you my wife. Sleeping with you was already more than enough."
"But if you slept with me, you should at least pay me."
"…Are you selling yourself now?"
"It was an accident! At least let me get something out of it."
Yuu snorted. "What are you, some kind of businessman?"
"I just wanna top up my game credits."
The officer' s patience finally snapped. Thud. A shiny rainbow credit card hit the table.
"Here. Buy food. If you use this for games, I' ll pin you down again."
"…You even have money?"
"Don' t want it? Hand it back."
"Of course I' ll take it!" Pyramidh snatched the card, grinning. "Can' t believe you' re still this grumpy when your legs are probably sore too."
"Unbelievable. You can barely walk and you' re still mouthing off."
"…I' m hungry."
Yuu groaned. "It' s like living with a kindergartener. Just order delivery. Get me something too."
"Who' s paying?"
"The damn card."
"This is mine now. If it drops below five hundred, how am I supposed to live?"
"Headache… Just order before I decide to eat you instead."
"…So bossy."
Later, Pyramidh sprawled on the sofa, hair messy, drowning in an oversized hoodie that swallowed his frame. He fiddled with his game controller, humming to himself, sometimes flopping onto his stomach despite wincing from the soreness. He looked like a little gremlin in house clothes.
Yuu walked in, loosening his belt and sighing as he caught sight of the boy wearing headphones, yelling like a duck into his mic at imaginary enemies on the screen. Why was he putting up with this brat? The only reason was the video—leverage he still held, just in case.
"You' re not planning to shower? You stink," Yuu muttered, tugging the headphones off.
"It hurts to move, okay?!" Pyramidh shot back.…Is it bleeding?
How would I know? I can' t exactly bend over and check. I can. Go wash up. I' ll look.
Pyramidh rolled his eyes, but to Yuu' s surprise, he didn' t argue. He just shuffled off toward the bathroom, muttering under his breath.
Yuu' s exhaled, undoing his shirt buttons and dropping onto the sofa with a sigh. He glanced at the bright game screen some fantasy game with treasure hunts, bosses, and too much noise.
Then the brat reappeared, still bare-legged under that long hoodie. He plopped down, controller in hand, looking utterly unbothered.
"You' re shameless," Yuu' s said flatly.
"What? My friend Rey plays naked on stream sometimes. This isn' t even bad."
"…That' s a friend?"
"A guildmate!" Pyramidh pointed at the screen. "That one right there."
"That' s a character in the game, you idiot."
"Details, details."
Yuu' s pinched the bridge of his nose. "If it hurts, what are you gonna do? You' re not going to a doctor."
"Then you check."
"…How?"
Pyramidh dropped down on all fours in front of him, pressing his cheek to the carpet and sticking his ass up. Then controller still in hand he went right back to playing.
"Unbelievable," Yuu' s muttered, crouching down to check. "Still red. You bruise like tofu. What the hell are you, a bean sprout?"
"That' s called being delicate," Pyramidh retorted, thumb still mashing buttons.
"Spread wider."
"You' re literally sitting behind me. How much wider do you want?"
Yuu' ssighed and sat down behind him, pulling his thighs apart. "Stop squirming."
"Ow! Heavy-handed!"
"Quit whining like a duck. You' re fine. Take some anti-inflammatories."
"I don' t like pills."
"Then what, you' d rather eat d.."
"Rude."
"Your ass is still red."
"No shit, wonder why! What did you shove in there, huh?"
"…So you do remember."
"I sobered up. Doesn' t mean I liked it."
"Keep drinking, and it' ll happen again. Or maybe you do like it?"
"Like hell I do! I have a life outside of this, you know!"
"Life? You sit around playing games and drinking. That' s not a life—that' s a spoiled brat routine."
"You know way too much, old man."
Yuu' s smirked. "Still sore inside?"
"…Maybe."
"Want me to check?"
"…Huh?
Yuu' s cold fingertip pressed against the bruised, tender rim, still sore from their chaotic first time. Before Pyramid could even reply, the officer pushed his long middle finger deep inside, all the way to the base. The young man' s body trembled, stretching to accommodate the intrusion, as if it remembered this touch too well.
"Ahhh!"
"When you moan, it sounds completely different from when you talk," Yuu' s eased, lips curling into a smirk.
"W–why are you putting it in?"
"Checkup. I need to see if you tore anything. We' re both guys what' s there to be shy about?"
"I' m not that shameless…"
"Shameless enough to keep gaming while I' m fingering you. Unbelievable."
"Ahh—nnngh~ I just… need something to hold onto, mentally!"
"Bullshit. Tell me—does it hurt where I' m pressing?"
"N-no… it just feels… scratchy."
"Scratchy? Or sensitive?"
"Scratchy."
"Sensitive~"
"Argh—it' s the same thing!"
"So… want me to fix it?"
"Fix what!?"
"Stuff something in there to make it feel better."
"Are you asking my opinion, or are you just horny?"
"Definitely horny~"
"You!!"
"Things like this need… repeat sessions."
"You said one time only!"
"When did I ever say that?"
"You did! You—Yuu' s -whatever-your-last-name-is!"
"Shut up and ride me."
"I won' t!"
"Then no games."
"…I' ll play somewhere else."
"I told you—don' t be difficult. Fine, take the console with you."
"Easy for you to say, but not easy for my ass! Pull your damn finger out already. This is an asshole, not a joystick!"
"Hmm? Someone wants another spanking?"
"That' s abuse of authority!"
"What do you want to eat?"
"Now you' re bribing me with food. Like I' m a second grader."
"Sit properly. On my lap."
"How' s that 'proper' ? I' d be sitting on your.."
"Want me to unplug your console?"
"…Just shove it in already, kill me, and don' t forget to offer my spirit a tonkatsu set with kurobuta pork, extra sauce, less wasabi. Oh, and bingsu for dessert."
"Tch. Crazy little duck."
[Game Chat Explodes]
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ray: "Midji! Why the hell aren' t you on voice?! Stop walking around like a target!"
Rapid button mashing
Pyramid (typing) : "Can' t talk. Hands full."
Rome: "Play properly, you noob! You logged in like a pro, but two minutes later it' s like your fingers got cramps!"
Pyramid (typing) : "Screen' s shaking. Not my fault."
Versailles: "Then fix your screen! Argh—I' m dead, I' m dead, I' M SO FUCKING DEAD!! This run is ruined!"
Pyramid (typing) : "Y-yeah… same."
Yuu' s chuckled darkly. "Heh. Your teammates sound pissed."
"Pissed? Try dying! Who the hell could keep gaming while someone' s pounding their ass like a rollercoaster ride?!"
"Better than gaming, isn' t it?"
"Ughhh! C-can' t you go halfway at least?!"
"Nope. Sink down all the way. You never let me finish properly you always get off first, over and over, like you don' t even know how to jerk off by yourself."
"My hands are busy, okay?! Not everyone' s obsessed with.."
Thrust!
"Ahhh! Hhhhnnngh—stop! You' ll rip me apart!"
"Don' t scream—just moan. Your moans are so much prettier than your whining."
"Y-you bastard! I' m starving, dammit my ass hurts!!"
"Fuck… I can' t stop."
"Someone… please… get this goddamn pole out of me! Ahhh—Ray, you asshole!! Thai Back-Translation