Book 3: Chapter 5 (1/2)

After some convincing, we were finally able to get the location of this so-called meat-toilet from Gio. We had to convince him that we weren’t going to partake in the meat toilet, and it was more of a morbid curiosity. In the end, I told him it was something that excited my teacher. In the end, he was giving Sasori some very cold eyes and lowered his head to me.

“Look, I know banging a teacher is a major fantasy for guys, but this girl is a freak! Just don’t stick your dick in something you’ll regret, man.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said helplessly.

“See that you do…” He sighed, handing me the VIP guest pass to the room. “She’s all used up anyway, so perhaps it’ll be good if you see her in that state and decide to avoid it yourselves. Finish soiling your roots so you can give my sister a responsible man, okay?”

“Ah… yeah…”

Gio shook his head and shot Sasori another cold look before finally leaving.

As he walked away, he muttered to himself. “The kind of women they make teachers these days. Damn… and my dad sent me to an all-boys school. I think I’ll need two hookers tonight.”

I let out a breath when he finally left. As for Sasori, she crossed her arms, her expression pouty.

“You didn’t have to blame me for everything.” She said tearfully, “You made me look like a creeper!”

“It’s for your daughter.” I shot back.

As soon as those words were said, a somber mood crossed over the pair of us. Was this what happened to Kira? She got in some kind of debt with the mob and was now being shared as a meat toilet? Worst of all, could Netorase be involved in some way? This was truly a horrible situation, and neither of us was eager to find out the truth.

This was the reason we had come here, though. We couldn’t abandon Kira now, especially coming this far. I tried to promise myself that no matter what situation I found Kira in, I wouldn’t think anything less of her. However, my imagination put some pretty horrible circumstances in my mind, and I wasn’t sure if I could keep the promise in my heart.

We approached the door, which was inconspicuous, just another love hotel room only just down the hall from our own. Any number of perversions could have been occurring in any of these rooms at this moment. The more I thought about it, the less comfortable this love hotel became. I had always seen this as an erotic place of excitement, but now it was starting to make me feel a little sick.

Taking one last look at Sasori, I slid the card door through and walked in. My sight immediately went to the naked woman on the bed. She was tied up, her butt in the air. She was on the bed, and it was covered in wet spots of various fluid. At various points throughout the night, she had been dragged all over the bed, and sex stains permeated the room as proof to that. Furthermore, the room was thick with the smell of sex, so much that I almost felt like gagging. Without saying anything, Sasori walked over to the window and opened it just a crack. That was all it would go, but even that much fresh air was welcome.

The girl herself was completely naked other than her restraints which left her arms and legs hogtied and restricted to the four posts of the bed. However, she was in an all four position. She looked like she had recently been used in this position, as there was some cum leaking from her pussy, and her asshole was gaping as if it recently had been stretched. Sasori distinctly avoided looking at the person.

As for their identity, that was impossible to tell. They had a bag over their head, and by my guess, a gag in their mouth. They were basically faceless. A hole you could fuck, well, two holes when it came to this girl.

“I-is it her?” Sasori asked nervously.

“Can’t you tell?”

“H-how could I?”

“I don’t know. You’re her mother…”

“I can’t say I’ve ever seen my daughter in this… this position!” Sasori grimaced.

I sighed, “Well, I guess there is only one way to find out.”

I walked around to the head of the bed, where her head was wrapped in a breathable canvas bag and pushed into the bedding, in position to be ridden by any other man who walks into this room. I reached out and grabbed the bag. Sasori looked over at me and then gave a slight nod.

In a swift motion, I peeled off the bag. As I did so, the way I grabbed it got her mouth gag too. I ended up pulling it off in a rip. I immediately saw light brown hair and let out a sigh of relief.

“It’s not her,” I said, almost feeling like laughing.

However, if the person here was not Kira, that meant that Kira was still somewhere in this hotel. She could still be suffering too.

I turned to leave, but I barely took a step when the person on the bed spoke. “Hakaru?”

I froze, realizing that I recognized the voice. I looked back down at the girl on the bed. This time, I made sure to get a really good look at her.

“Eiko?” My eyes widened as I realized that the girl in front of me was my first truly serious girlfriend, Eiko.