Lust.

What happened earlier that day…

Masato grabbed Yuki’s hand and took her to the back of the campus building, amid the scene that was happening there.

"Come with me!", he yelled.

Yuki tried to resist, but couldn't. Masato was too strong for her to stop.

At the back of the campus, all alone, just the two of them, Masato wall-slammed her, which was not in a romantic way.

He got uncomfortably close to Yuki, putting his legs in between hers, rendering her immobile, and still holding her hand and pressing it against the wall. But he didn't stop there. She tried to resist by moving her hands and legs, but it was futile.

He continued getting closer and closer to her. He slowly closed the distance between his face and Yuki's, until Yuki could feel his breath on her face.

"S-stop... stop it... no...", Yuki resisted, crying. But he paid no heed. What kind of person is he? Doing this kind of stuff when something important is happening?

His face still kept coming closer. The shadow of his face covered hers, and her hands and legs gave up resisting. Closing her eyes, she blanked her mind, expecting the worst...

"You know... you look cute in your cosplays...", Masato said before he started laughing.

Yuki's heart froze.

"H-how did you k-know?", she stuttered.

"I just found your cosplay channel randomly. It came onto my feed for some odd reason. I can call myself lucky. But for you... no!", he joyfully exclaimed, before laughing even harder.

Yuki has not one, but two hobbies. One she actively tells other people, reading books, the other one is the secret one, cosplays. She does various cosplays, and she is quite popular in that area, slowly climbing up the ranks of professionals.

He still didn't let go of her. And continued to whisper in her ear.

" At first... you seemed like all other ordinary girls.. not my type... you didn't meet my expectations... nor did your looks make my heart tingle... but...", he murmured, "After seeing those wonderful cosplays, your good figure... I found out that I was wrong..."

This might be the first time that he recognized that he was wrong.

"You are mad breedable."

That sentence shook her heart. She wanted to escape... escape from this creep and seek shelter. She tried to scream, but Masato pressed her mouth hard with his other hand.

She could do nothing but shed tears, which rolled over Masato's hand.

"Now now, don't cry... you know it is hard to resist when you are this close to me... it's very hard... your vulnerable state gives lust in my heart...", she said, followed by an ominous laughter.

"I have a lot of friends who are into those stuffs more than me, you know? But I didn't give your channel away to them straight away, I kept it hidden. So I just wanted to tell you again, don't talk to that girl, or I will reveal this to everyone too."

Yuki's eyes became deader than the desert after hearing his threat.

"And if you still try not to follow my orders, then I am telling you... next time I won't stop like I did today. If you don't follow my orders, I will strip you down to the skin and **** you, before throwing you in front of other lustful men to do the same. And don't think I am not capable of doing that.", he added, as if she wasn't internally dead yet.

"And don't even dare to tell these to others too, or the same things will happen, but on another level."

He finally let go of her. She fell to the ground.

"M-my life is... over."

"It will be if you don't do as I said. Now come with me!", he shouted and ordered her, grabbing her hand again and forcefully making her walk back...