Spider Mattress

"Spider's Mattress (Published Edition)" Author: [Japan] Sha Ye Fuyuko

Summary:

Forced love between a brutal gangster and an elite prosecutor!

As an excellent prosecutor, Kamiya is worthy of his solemn and solemn professional badge, but because he loves his colleagues of the same sex, he is coerced and raped by the gang member Jiusumi who is a junior in high school.Looking at the spider tattoo on Jiuyu's back, and being constantly plundered by him, Kamiya felt oppressed by being entangled by spider silk.The black sadistic smile... the humiliation that Kamiya couldn't get rid of... So, while fearing Kusumi, there was another self in Kamiya who longed to be ravaged to his heart's content.Kamiya was tangled in depression and fell irresistibly...

In the night, the slow-moving tram swayed and made a shaking sound.

After sitting down deeply in the seat, I closed my eyes and felt exhaustion filled my body and mind.

The radio in the car announced the name of the next stop, the tram began to slow down, and the body tilted slightly.The tram stopped, and night poured in through the open doors.It was already the end of October, and the dry wind was blowing on the face and hair, making people feel a little chilly.

The door closed again, and the train continued to drive, and Kamiya opened his eyes.

There was already a bus ahead, and it was a busy weekend, so there were only a few people sitting in the car.The seat opposite Kamiya was empty, and his own image was directly reflected on the glass.

The black hair was combed back neatly, melting into the surrounding darkness, and the outline could not be seen clearly.The lower jaw is slightly raised, and the bridge of the nose is straight on the fair face.Her thin lips were pressed tightly together.Although the eyebrow line clearly extends to the left and right, and the pupils are also dark, but probably because of the slender corners of the eyes and the single eyelids, coupled with Shengu's own temperament, it does not look gentle and flattering.

"The eyes are the window to the soul", this is the case in terms of the nature of the profession, and I have this real feeling every day, but when I put it on myself, I don't really want to agree with this sentence.

There are obsidian-like eyes on the straight face.Wearing a fine-quality suit and a dark gray jacket.A tie is rigidly tied around the neck.There is an inorganic texture all over the body.It was almost like a mannequin displayed in a gentleman's clothing store.

Forget it, mannequins don't have dark circles.

In the past few months, working from morning to night without a day off made the skin under the eyes faintly bruised.

Kamiya sighed softly, and turned his gaze to the side.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, the door was violently opened.

A rather tall man entered.Although Kamiya was considered tall, that person was about ten centimeters taller than Kamiya.On a muscular body with broad shoulders, a three-piece suit with light-colored stripes was wrapped, and he looked energetic.The man walked towards the center of the carriage with strong steps.The hem of the black thin coat was lifted up as he walked, and the black added a sense of oppression, which clearly set off his capable face.

Kamiya often dealt with such people because of his work, so he could tell at a glance that the man's occupation was definitely not a legitimate one.

Although there is no excessive fear of men, being entangled will also add unnecessary trouble.So Kamiya lowered her long eyelashes naturally, and hugged the store paper bag on her lap.

Waiting for the man to pass in front of him.

But the pair of polished shoes stopped in the middle of Kamiya's field of vision.Because I can always feel that I am being stared at by an impolite gaze, my neck has also started to become a little stiff.

Kamiya repeatedly said in his heart, let's go away, but it didn't work out, the man sat down on the opposite seat instead, with his long legs spread wide, looking arrogant and unruly.

Just as he was thinking that he could only pretend to be asleep and wanted to close his eyes, the man suddenly spoke.

"Ah, you bastard..."

The deep voice overlapped with the "clang" sound of the tram.

"Could it be Rezhi Kamiya? The captain of the Kyudo Department of Beiwangji High School."

Kamiya froze for a moment, then looked at the man opposite.

The wild jaw is paired with thick lips that are a bit cheeky.The high nose bridge makes people feel powerful.The neat hair with a stiff texture, and the double-lidded eyes with deep and strong gazes are all the same dark brown.There is a scar about three centimeters obliquely carved under the left eye.

Kamiya did have some impression of that scar.

The fuse connected to the depths of the memory seemed to be ignited, making a "crackling" scorching sound, leading the memory back to 12 years ago - when I was a sophomore in high school.

The face of the man in front of him gradually overlapped with the face of the rebellious young man back then.By the way, he was a junior who was one grade below me in high school. He had joined the same Kyudo club and we had been together for less than a year.

"Kusumi..."

As I tried my best to search in my mind, the memories of that time gradually emerged.

"Is it Kusumi Takumo?"

"Sure enough, it's Senior Kamiya. I saw you when I walked into the platform, and I'm still wondering if it's true."

Kusumi curled up his mouth and looked at Kamiya mockingly.There was no joyful atmosphere of reunion between the two of them after a long absence.

——For Kusumi, he definitely doesn't want to think about that time again.

Moreover, the memory that contained Hissumi was also somewhat unpleasant for Kamiya.

Kamiya's high school life has been going smoothly.As the chief general of the archery department, he has also achieved good results in competitions, and his studies are also quite good, and he never lacks friends and lovers around him.

In the eyes of others, it must be very fulfilling.

However, in Kamiya's memory, the impression of his adolescence is only dim.

And desolate, and dry.

"Senior Kamiya, do you still live there?"

"No. I live in Yotsuya now. Today I'm going to show my face at my hometown, where I haven't been back for a long time... because it's my sister's birthday."

Gently lifted the store bag containing the gifts to show him.

"This meeting is probably stretching its neck and waiting."

"Your sister...was still in kindergarten at that time?"

"It's 16 now."

This also implies that he and Jiuyu are both old now, and both of them smiled wryly.

"The stop that Kamiya-senpai is going to is the stop of the limited express. My lovely sister is still waiting anxiously, so just take the limited express."

Indeed, if you take the express, you can get home about 10 minutes earlier.

"Kuyuki, do you still live here?"

"I live and work in Azabu, and I'm going to my grandmother's place today."

Kamiya still remembers that both his parents died when Jiuyu entered high school, and he has been living with his grandmother.The actual guardian is his uncle—he is a cadre of the Qiliu Group, a violent group with a large territory.Due to this indirect reason, Kusumi High School dropped out in the fall of the first year of high school and disappeared from Kamiya.

——I can't help Kusumi...

The mood at that time resurfaced again, twisting my heart tightly.

Hissumi reached into his breast pocket while getting up from his seat.He stood in front of Kamiya, holding the window glass with one hand.As Kusumi approached, the dangerous oppressive aura emanating from his whole body made Kamiya suddenly feel a little difficult to breathe.

Kusumi handed over the business card.

"I do this kind of work now."

Takumo Nagasumi, vice president of management, was banned from Sakurazawa Financial Corporation.

"Vice President."

"Although it is a vicious financial company that does everything from stock trading to usury. It was established by my uncle in response to the law of violence. Eighty percent of the members are members of the Qiliu group."

"To put it bluntly, it is an economic violence group, right?"

"Ah. Well, what are you doing now?"

"..."

Kamiya looked up at the man in front of him, then grabbed the left flap of his jacket and lifted it slightly, revealing the ID card inside the jacket.

Under the rising sun, white chrysanthemums and golden leaves are intertwined, forming a solemn and solemn emblem.

Hissumi was slightly surprised, and read in a low voice.

"Prosecutor..."

"So sorry, I can't give you my business card, please take this back too."

Kamiya handed back the business card, but Kusumi smiled wryly and didn't pick it up.

"If you don't need it, just throw it in the trash later."

Mobsters and prosecutors, no matter how dramatic, it's impossible to revisit old friendships. 12 years ago, they parted ways, and each went in a direction that could no longer meet.

Observing Kusumi closely, he found that there seemed to be bags under his eyes.

When you are stared at, you will feel pain wherever you look, as if you are using a knife to gouge out the sharp eyes of the person you are looking at.

——These eyes are exactly the same as back then...

In the classroom after school.

The sunset glow that dyed the face of 16-year-old Kusumi red, vividly emerged from memory.

Vibrant oranges and reds.And Kusumi hidden in the twilight.

The eyes that shot their gaze at him.

...the tram stopped.

Kamiya, who realized that it was time to get off the car, avoided Hisumi and stood up from his seat.

"Goodbye, Kusumi."

Get off the tram.Kusumi didn't catch up either.

The wind from the moving train ruffled his black hair, Kamiya quickly walked towards the trash can on the platform in order to throw away his business card.

"How is it? Is it a good fit?"

Bathed in the soft yellow light of the living room, the girl in a pale pink jacket asked while shyly tilting her body slightly.Thin, brown hair hung down her shoulders.The ears exposed with the tilting movement are slightly red.

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