Dead Man's Tales: HSOTD

The soft hum of the bike's engine filled the silence between them as Kozen drove, his grip on the handlebars tight. Saeko sat behind him, her arms wrapped around his waist, leaning into him as if she'd always belonged there. The city lights blurred past them, a kaleidoscope of neon and shadow, but Kozen's thoughts were a jumbled mess. He wasn't sure where this was heading—or if he even wanted to find out.

The hotel came into view, its glowing sign casting an eerie glow over the dim parking lot. Kozen pulled into a spot, killing the engine, but he didn't move to get off. His hands stayed on the handlebars, his jaw tight, his mind wrestling with the implications of what he was about to do.

Saeko slid off the bike with effortless grace, turning to look at him with a smile that was equal parts amusement and challenge. "What's wrong, Kozen? Getting cold feet?" 

Kozen exhaled sharply, leaning forward on the bike. "I don't know about this, Saeko," he muttered, his voice low. "It's not… right."

"Not right?" she repeated, her smile widening as she crouched down to his level, her face inches from his. "What's not right, Kozen? The fact that you're finally doing what you want instead of what someone else expects of you? Or is it that you're scared to admit that she doesn't deserve you?"

He shot her a sharp look, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she tilted her head, her voice dropping to a soft, almost sing-song tone. "You know it's true. Miku's just a little girl playing dress-up, pretending she can keep up with someone like you. But we both know she can't. She's weak, Kozen. She's holding you back."

"That's not fair," he snapped, standing up and facing her. "She's not—she's not weak."

"Oh, come on," Saeko said, rolling her eyes as she stood. Her voice sharpened, cutting through the quiet. "She clings to you like a lifeline because she is weak. She's not your equal, Kozen. She never will be. And deep down, you know it." She took a step closer, her gaze locking onto his, daring him to look away. "You think she can handle the kind of life you're heading into? The kind of choices you'll have to make? She'll crumble the moment things get hard. She'll drag you down."

Kozen looked away, his fists clenching at his sides. He didn't want to hear it, didn't want to admit that there was a part of him that agreed with her. Miku was sweet, kind, but Saeko… Saeko was fire, chaos, and something he couldn't quite name. Something that terrified him and thrilled him in equal measure.

"You don't know her," he said finally, his voice tight.

"Don't I?" Saeko countered, her tone soft but cutting. "I know you, Kozen. I see the way you hesitate, the way you hold back with her. Because you know she's fragile. You're already walking on eggshells around her, aren't you? Protecting her from the truth because you know she can't handle it." She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "But me? You don't have to protect me. I don't need your lies, your illusions, or your pity. I can handle you, Kozen. All of you."

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, he couldn't breathe. She was too close now, her presence overwhelming, suffocating, and yet… he didn't pull away.

"Why are you doing this?" 

"Because I'm the only one who sees you for what you really are," she said simply, her eyes blazing with a strange intensity. "And because I'm the only one who can match you. You know it, Kozen. You feel it."

He stared at her, his mind racing, his chest tight. He wanted to argue, to tell her she was wrong, but the words wouldn't come. She was too good at this—too good at peeling back his defenses, exposing the parts of himself he didn't want to acknowledge.

And then she smiled, a slow, dangerous smile that sent a shiver down his spine. "You're scared," she said softly, almost tenderly. "Scared to admit that you want this. That you want me."

His jaw tightened, his hands trembling as he finally stepped back, shaking his head. "You're insane," he muttered, his voice wavering.

"Maybe," she replied, unbothered. "But I'm right."

The silence stretched between them, heavy and electric as the moved to a room.

And then, with a sharp exhale, Kozen reached up, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off, letting it fall to the ground. 

"You think you know me?" he said, his voice rising as he glared at her. "Fine. Let's see how much you really know, Saeko. Let's see if you can handle this."

Saeko's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "That's the spirit," she murmured, stepping forward and placing a hand on his chest. Her touch was light, almost reverent, but her gaze was anything but. It was possessive, predatory, like she'd just claimed a prize.

"You won't regret this," she whispered, her voice dripping with certainty. "I'll make sure of it."

Kozen didn't respond, his jaw clenched, his eyes hard as his finger slowly moved the fabric that was covering the entrance of her pussy aside and pressed his finger gently against her already wet folds. At feeling his finger at the very entrance of her pussy she let out a loud wanting moan and started breathing heavier.

The words in her mind seemed to scramble and go into disarray; the only word she could seem to mutter out was, "Rough?" 

He furrowed his eyebrows at her words and let out a small confused laugh.

"What do you mean rough?"

She quickly moved her body closer to his and latched her soft warm lips to the skin on his neck and in a husky and breathy voice she moaned into his. "I want rough sex. The way you're just in a huff right now is making me hot…"

"So, let's just say I do go along with this…" He said with a low deep tone of voice as he inserted his finger into her wetness, letting it lightly brush against the walls of her pussy. "…how would you want it done? I mean, what do you want done to you?"

Almost being driven into a lust induced trance by his finger inside of her, she closed her eyes and bit down on her lip before answering. "Ko- oh fuck. I um…" She stuttered out before continuing her sentence. "I just want you to take control of me… pin me down to the bed so I cant move. Make me beg for you…just be rough with me."

A cocky smirk came across his face after hearing her steamy request and he quickly pulled his finger out of her warmth. Getting straight to business, he unzipped her jacket and threw it to the side before his strong hands went directly to the bottom of her cheer shirt and pulled it over her head. His lips pressed firmly against hers without warning as he laid himself on top of her carefully, trying not to put too much weight on her small frame.

He pulled away from their hot steamy kiss and stood up from the bed, leaning over slightly to touch Saeko's soft skin on her midriff before sliding his hands down to her short cheer leading skirt. "Oh…" He groaned out as he yanked the thin skirt right off of her hips and down her legs.

"Kozen…" She innocently whimpered out as her lust-filled eyes gazed upon his body.

"Quiet!" he said in a harsh tone in return to her whimpers. 

He roughly and quickly ripped her pure white panties right off of her body with ease, and before the girl knew it, he was back down on the bed and his face was in between her silky smooth legs. Taking in the sweet musky smell of her pussy, his tongue swiftly delved into her wet folds and slid straight into the deepness of her pussy, making her hips thrust towards him ecstasy.

A few loud moans escaped Saeko's lips and in return, Kozen once again, answered her moans in a loud harsh voice that made tingles go up her spine. "Be quiet!" He couldn't help but smirk after watching her react to his words.

He continued working his mouth on her pussy, alternating from licking her inside and rubbing her clit to sucking her rock hard clit and fingering her dripping wet pussy. His cock was quickly getting hard and he knew he wouldn't be able to last much long without being inside of her.

He sat up from her body and climbed off the bed, quickly discarding his pants and boxers; letting his large hard cock bob in front of Saeko. As he climbed back onto the bed he was trying to figure what to do to her next, then he remembered what this girl had said him and he grabbed her small wrists and pinned them down on the bed with his hands.

He was driving Saeml insane at that moment and she was needing him inside of her badly. Kozen took one of the hands that was holding her wrists away from her and grabbed a hold of one of Saeko's hard rosy nipples roughly, squeezing and tugging on it.

"Oh shit!" Saeko yelled out into the air as his fingers pinched her nipple. Kozen couldn't help but chuckle at her. 

Saeko hips thrusted upwards towards kozen in desperation. Her pussy was beginning to pulsate like no other; his cock hadn't even been inside of her and yet she was already feeling a type of ecstasy she had never felt before.

Kozen's mind was running wild of ideas and fantasies of his own he could live out at that very moment but he knew he had to keep himself calm. He wanted to pleasure her as long as possible and make that night one of the greatest nights of her life.

He knew he had to get a little bit rougher with her and he knew just the way how. He let out a deep groan as he unexpectedly swooped her up into his arms and took her into the living room. He placed her down onto the couch and took a hold of his hard, lengthy cock.

"You see this bitch? Hmm? You want Daddy's cock in that little pussy?" 

"Yes, daddy."

The shift in her demeanor was jarring—gone was the commanding, manipulative force that had cornered him into this moment. In its place was something softer, more vulnerable, almost desperate. She whimpered softly, her earlier confidence dissolving into a strange submissiveness that felt utterly alien compared to the Saeko he knew. Is this real? He wondered, his mind racing to reconcile this version of her with the one who had been pulling the strings only moments ago. Or is this another game, another way to control the situation?

He remembered something he'd read once—how the psychology of sex could unravel the most guarded personas, exposing hidden layers of a person's psyche. Sometimes, the dominant sought submission, craving an outlet for the weight of their control. Other times, it was simply a facade slipping, revealing the raw, unfiltered truths beneath. Was that what this was? A fleeting glimpse of the real Saeko? Or was this just another layer of the mask she wore, designed to disarm him further? The idea unsettled him as much as it intrigued him, leaving him caught between his own confusion and the undeniable pull of the moment.

"Before I let you play my cock, you have to let me play with that pussy and ass. Get up. Now!" 

His forceful tone shocked Saeko, but in a good way. 

Saeko let go off his cock and turned her around so that she was facing the couch then he pulled the hair on the left side away from her ear and softly whispered to her, "Get on the couch, on your knees and grip onto the couch for your daddy".

Saeko did as she was told. She put her knees on the couch, leaned forward and gripped onto the back of the sofa, awaiting Kozen's next move. Kozen's hand moved across the smooth,soft flesh on Saeko's ass slowly and softly before sliding between her cheeks and rubbing her warm, wet center. Saeko moaned out in pleasure at the feel of his touch and before she knew it, Kozen gave her ass a hard slap. A slap so hard that the echo of it carried across the medium-sized room. "Ooh!", Saeko screamed out in both pleasure and pain.

All Kozen could do was smirk in satisfaction of her reaction before doing it again..and again..and again. Each time he slapped her soft skin she would let out a whimper or scream that made his cock twitch. "My bitch likes this doesn't she?" He asked with a large grin on his face. "Yes! I love it!" She yelled out eagerly.

Kozen gave her one last slap before rubbed her rosy red ass and getting down on his knees. Her ass was directly in front of his face and he was loving the amazing view in front of him. He pressed his face against her ass so that his mouth was directly on her wet pussy and began to lick and suck on her clit.

Saeko hissed in pleasure as Kozen lavished her pussy with his tongue and rolled her eyes into the back of her head. Never before had she felt such pleasure given to her and she was hoping to God that it wouldn't end soon.

Kozen's tongue delved deep into her wet pussy as his hands spread her cheeks further apart so he could gain better access to her. His index finger teased her clit softly as continue sucking and licking at her warm pussy. Saeko pushed her ass back onto his face, forcing him to go deeper into her and Kozen could tell it was time for him to stop before she got too into and came on the spot. He moved away from pussy and gave her ass a hard slap as he stood back onto his feet. "Alright that's enough bitch. Now it's time for you to please me…"

He sat down on the sofa and grabbed a hold of his throbbing cock, jacking it quickly to tease Saeko. 

"Get on your knees and suck this cock, little slut." 

Saeko got off of the couch then got down on her knees in front of Kozen and took his thick cock into her hands.

She flicked her tongue across the head of his cock playfully before sliding her tongue up and down the shaft of his cock, causing it twitch briefly. She lowered down onto his cock and she slowly took his length into her warm mouth.

Kozen groaned out in pleasure as soon as he felt himself hit the back of her throat. He placed his hand on the back of her head and each time she would bring her head up from his cock, he would push it right back down. Saeko let a small moan out on his cock, causing vibrations throughout it and his body to stiffen.

She lifted her head off of his cock once again and before he had to chance to push it back down, she cupped his balls and licked them slowly, letting her warm tongue tease and titillate the sensitive skin covering them. 

Kozen's reaction was enough to tell her she was doing something right. His mouth dropped open and his breath became extremely loud and harsh. Even though he had been excited the whole time but that just took it all to another level. After only two minutes he had gotten completely aroused with it and had to stop her before he came.

Her took hold of her hair and pulled her off of his cock, not too hard to pull her hair out but rough enough to lift her head up. "That's enough bitch. Now are you ready to get that little ass fucked hard?" 

Saeko eagerly nodded her head and Kozen stood up to his feet. He picked her up and carried her back into their bedroom and tossed her onto their bed. "Bend over and spread your legs nice and wide for me so I can fuck you doggy style." Saeko obeyed and did as she was told and glanced back at Kozen, who was stroking his cock, getting himself ready for some intense fucking.

He walked up behind her and gave each cheek a slap before positioning himself at her entrance. He slid into her wet pussy slowly and once he got a rhythm, he held onto her waist and fucked her faster and faster. His cock hit every wall inside of her pussy and Saeko held onto the bed's sheets for dear life. His hard and intense thrusts made her voluptuous breast bounce all around, something he always loved to watch while fucking her. That's when he decided to switch positions and forcefully turn her onto her back.

He laid down on top of her carefully and kissed her soft lips as he slid back into her warmth. From then on out, it went from a sexual game to making love.

As his lips sucked and bit at the skin on her neck , Saeko could feel herself reaching the point of orgasm. She arched her back towards him and yelled out his name as her cum oozed from her pussy. The way Saeko yelled out his name made Kozen's balls churn and he came shortly after, shooting his hot load straight into her pussy. 

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[ 10 Hours Later ]

Kozen lay back against the bed, the room dimly lit by the faint orange glow of the city's distant lights seeping through the thin curtains. Saeko rested on top of him, her breathing even, her skin still warm against his. The hours they'd spent having sex had been intense. But now, as the adrenaline waned and the silence stretched between them, Kozen's mind drifted.

It felt meaningless. All of it. The thrill, the supposed connection, the fleeting moments of pleasure—it was just another distraction, a brief escape from the suffocating reality of existence. Love, sex, relationships—they were all illusions. Chemical reactions in the brain dressed up in pretty words and societal expectations. If it hadn't been Saeko, it could've been Miku. If it hadn't been Miku, maybe Rei. It didn't matter. It would've felt the same: empty. Pleasure for the sake of pleasure. Nothing more.

He stared at the ceiling, his thoughts spiraling into a quiet, cold abyss. The apocalypse was coming, and with it, the collapse of everything people clung to—their petty dreams, their fabricated morals, their fragile illusions of purpose. What did any of this matter when the end was near? When they were all just animals pretending at meaning?

"How do you feel?" Saeko's voice broke the silence, soft but edged with curiosity. She hadn't moved, her face still pressed against his chest. Her tone wasn't tender—it was probing, calculated, like she was dissecting him even now.

Kozen didn't answer right away. He wasn't sure he had an answer that mattered. How did he feel? Numb. Detached. Like none of this had changed anything. Finally, he murmured, "Does it matter?"

She lifted her head, her dark eyes meeting his. There was a glint in them, sharp and knowing. "Not really," she said with a small, amused smile. "But I like to ask. It makes people think they've been understood."

He let out a short, humorless laugh, the sound hollow in the quiet room. "Is that what you do? Make people think you understand them?"

Saeko tilted her head, studying him like a predator watching prey. "Sometimes," she said, her voice calm, almost casual. "But not with you. You don't need lies, Kozen. You already know the truth, don't you? That none of this…" She gestured vaguely, her hand brushing over the sheets, over him. "…means anything."

He didn't respond, but the look in his eyes was enough. She smirked, a satisfied curve of her lips, and leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "How did you like my mask?"

Kozen frowned slightly, his brows knitting together in confusion. "Your mask?"

Saeko's smile widened, her expression almost gleeful. "You think this is the real me?" she asked, gesturing to herself. "This…" She paused, as if searching for the right word. "…performance? It's just another mask, Kozen. One of many. But I think you liked it." Her tone turned playful, but there was a sharpness to it, a dangerous edge. "You like control. You like power. But you also like losing it, don't you? Just enough to feel alive."

Her words sank into him like needles, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. There was something unsettlingly accurate about her observation, the way she stripped him down to his core without hesitation. She wasn't wrong. Not entirely. He hated how much of himself she seemed to see, how much of his own darkness reflected back in her.

"What's your point?" 

Saeko's expression softened slightly, but her eyes remained sharp. "My point is that we're the same," she said, her voice quiet but unrelenting. "We don't pretend like they do. We don't cling to their stupid little dreams or their lies about love and happiness. We know it's all bullshit. And that's why we'll survive, Kozen. Because we're not weighed down by their illusions."

He sat up slowly, causing her to slide off him, and ran a hand through his hair, his mind racing. "You talk like you have it all figured out," he said, his tone skeptical. "Like you're above all of this. But you're not."

She laughed softly, the sound dark and almost delighted. "Oh, I never said I was above it. I'm just better at using it. At using people. The difference is, I don't pretend it's anything more than that."

Kozen looked at her, his eyes narrowing as he tried to read her. She was chaos, pure and unfiltered, but there was something intoxicating about it. Something that drew him in even as it made him question every step he was taking. She was right about one thing—she wasn't like Miku. Miku was all soft edges and fragile dreams, clinging to a world that was already crumbling. Saeko, on the other hand, was sharp, unrelenting, and entirely unafraid of the darkness.

For a moment, he considered pushing her away, walking out, ending whatever this was before it dragged him deeper. But then she leaned in close again, her breath warm against his ear.

"You're thinking too much," she murmured, her voice soft but commanding. "Just let it go, Kozen. None of it matters. Not her, not this, not love, not any of it. The only thing that matters is what we take for ourselves. And right now, I'm taking you."

He froze, her words reverberating in his mind. She was right—it didn't matter. Nothing did. And maybe that was the point.

As he looked at her, he felt the weight of the moment settle over him, heavy and suffocating. This was it. This was who he was. And maybe, just maybe, that was okay.

"Fine," he said finally, his voice quiet but resolute. "Let's see where this goes."

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