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“Tatsuya!”

The Oni growled in protest, hating my use of the monk’s name. But we didn’t have time for petty jealousies.

“I would like to keep my head intact, thank you. You’re going to have to—” With a screech, I was back in the top position, hiscock still inside of me, his precum sliding down between us in rivulets.

Digging my nails into his chest, I rode him hard in retaliation, expressing all the hate that had grown within me since meeting the monk. The glow in his eyes told me he knew it. With a wicked grin, the Oni came back out to play, grabbing my hips and slamming me onto his cock until I had no choice but to pant both their names.

Another painful climax hit me, and the Oni grimaced as if he was fighting back the urge to truly consume my flesh. He slammed me down once, then twice more before shooting hot jets of his release inside of me, triggering aftershocks to my climax.

I fell over his chest and whimpered as he continued to slowly pump into me with his hips, showing no mercy.

"No dying, human. An Oni's hunger demands far more than that to be quenched.” I was annoyed by the cackle that followed.

But before I could respond, he flipped me onto my back again and slammed his mouth onto mine, stealing my breath.

28

The Threads That Bind

TATSUYA

The streets were eerily quiet as we stalked through the night, the soft padding of my feet the only sound beneath the hum of distant traffic. I kept my senses sharp, feeling the weight of the demon stirring beneath me, its hunger only partially sated from earlier. It wasn’t just the blood that it craved—no, this wasn’t something as simple as a thirst for flesh. The Oni had a hunger for control, for power, for destruction.

And I hated it.

After everything that had happened, something unexpected occurred. The hunger that had consumed me—both Tatsuya and the Oni—subsided. It wasn’t an instant change, but with Momoi’s touch, her presence, something in me shifted. The rage, the bloodlust—it all seemed to recede identically to the way the tide pulled away from the shore before a tsunami.

I felt my body return to its human form, a sensation as unfamiliar as it was relieving. The sharpness of my senses dulled. My skin returned to its natural color. The horns vanished. My hands were no longer monstrous claws, but human again, trembling as they held onto what little control Ihad left. I didn’t understand why this had happened. I didn’t know how long it would last or even if it would happen again.

It was an odd, fragile reprieve. I could almost pretend—if only for a moment—that I wasn’t the beast I’d become. But that thought was fleeting because the weight of everything that had happened still lingered. And deep down, I knew there was no going back.

But right now, in the aftermath, it was the only thing that kept me from spiraling into madness, kept me alive, and moving forward.

For Momoi, I had to keep going. I couldn’t afford to stop. Not until I figured out how to protect her from everything coming for her. The Yakuza, the lies, whatever dark forces had her caught in their grasp—I couldn’t rest. I couldn’t let myself break. Not when I still had a chance to keep her safe.

Even if I had no idea how to do that.

She was everything I had left, and for the first time in a long time, I wanted to be something more than the monster I had become.

"We’re close," I muttered under my breath, the Oni’s senses guiding us, alert and always searching for the next threat. My mind still wrestled with the conflicting desires, the demon pushing forward as it relished the idea of tearing through anyone who stood in our way.

"Stay focused," I thought to myself, a grim reminder. It was not just about killing. It was about surviving. About controlling this madness long enough to fix things.

My mind was still trying to wrap around what happened between me and Momoi. Though I had fantasized about it in the quiet of my room back at the temple, I didn’t think she would desire us after my transformation. I had prepared myself for her to be disgusted, for her to scream at me to stay away. Instead,her unpredictable nature shocked me once again, leading to our... bizarre three-way union.

A growl rumbled in my skull, the Oni still seething at the thought of sharing her with me. Tough luck. We were one in body. And to my disbelief, she had called for me too, in the heat of the moment.

The guilt and shame that would normally consume me were dulled by the Oni's raging carnal cravings. I couldn’t tell if that was a blessing or a curse for me.

"Stay focused," I muttered, trying to push aside the swirling chaos inside me.

The Oni chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with disdain. "Ah, the monk speaks of focus. Like a leaf on a turbulent river, your mind is tossed by every gust of wind, Tatsuya."

I clenched my fists, trying to ignore the mocking tone. "I know what I’m doing," I bit back.

"Sure," he replied, his laughter rumbling low in my chest. "Like the blind man searching for a green flower in a field of red."

The target was another hidden Yakuza faction, one I had only just recently heard whispers about in my time away from the temple. Their ties to the Takehide’s overseas operation and the murky depths of Momoi’s past had led me here.

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