“...STOP! Let...go...!” Satsuki cried, her mind still a jumbled mess from the influx of horrible imagery and thoughts assaulting her brain. She tore at Kurihara’s suit. At least she recovered to the point she was able to try pushing him off.
“What a treat! Are you trying to undress me, Miss Satsuki?” Kurihara leered. Making the most of Satsuki’s desperate struggles, Kurihara slipped his arms out of his suit jacket.
“This is also in the way. Your attire is far too prim and proper!” Kurihara exclaimed in his growing excitement, lifting up a corner of the off-white camisole beneath her ripped school uniform. He pulled it from her porcelain skin so roughly the silky fabric nearly ripped!
“Don’t...!” The lights flickered unnoticeably with her shout.
“Miss Narusawa doesn’t wear these things,” he went on, unaware of the growing static electricity in the air. “I’m sure the silk must feel nice, but I think it’s sexier when your clothes brush against bare skin. As cute as it is for your camisole and bra to match, it isn’t much of a turn on,” he laughed merrily as he pulled down both bra straps under her sailor shirt. Her bra shared the same embroidery design as the camisole.
Satsuki tried to raise her arms to prevent him from lowering them too far, but it did little good.
Her attempt at resistance was so pathetically cute, it filled Kurihara with joy that blinded him to the static shock he received from touching her. “You’re absolutely adorable, Miss Satsuki... Do you titillate Mr. Shindo by acting unwilling?” he mocked. That lucky dog! The way she’s fighting, it’s just like role-playing rape! She’s totally into this! He thought, stupidly believing his actions were “consensual”. There’s no way I could do this with Narusawa. Man, this is gonna be great!
“...That’s...not true...” Satsuki croaked as she desperately tried to close the door to her heart. I don’t want to hear this... I don’t want to see this. I don’t want to feel this! I don’t want to know how humans truly feel! Or see their sick fantasies! Or feel their corrupt energy waves! Or know what’s in their hearts...
“Close the door to your heart,” Shindo always said without fail when it was too much for Satsuki. Whenever the hearts of others were on the verge of hurting her own, Shindo was certain to tell her that.
He would draw a line across his chest with his thumb and say, “Close the door to your heart.”
I bet he’s having a blast with Narusawa about now. I’d better get to having some fun of my own, Kurihara thought.
“...Shindo...?”
Hearing Shindo’s name suddenly slip from Satsuki’s lips, Kurihara assumed she was calling out to him for help. The thought brought a smile to his lips as he loosened his necktie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt.
“Mr. Shindo isn’t coming to save you. I doubt he could come,” Kurihara stressed. Once Narusawa’s sucked him in, she ain’t letting go!
The nauseating image and arousal it spurred enveloped Satsuki’s body. They were filled with such putrid, raw emotion that she truly felt as if she were going to vomit. It sent her mind, which was finally starting to clear, reeling once more.
“Shin...do...” she whimpered.
Where...? Where are you...? Satsuki tried to search for Shindo’s presence with her third eye. But as her mental state deteriorated under terror and confusion, she lost the ability to perform the task that would have come easy to her under normal circumstances.
“Shin...do...? Where...?” she tried to get out. She couldn’t find Shindo... She couldn’t find his mind in the maelstrom of depravity in front of her. This had never happened before.
“No...” she cried. I can’t believe I can’t find Shindo... That bothered her more than the sicko she could blow away if she concentrated.
“You should change partners every so often, Miss Satsuki. Don’t you get bored of doing it with Mr. Shindo all the time?”
Through the well of tears blurring her vision, Satsuki was no longer able to see the lecherous grin Kurihara made before her. The light from the vaulted ceiling struck his hair as he pinned her down, obscuring her vision all the more. Satsuki didn’t even realize what he was doing with her bra as her body convulsed with repulsion against his hideous thoughts and fantasies.
No... she rejected in her thoughts. Why can’t I find Shindo? Why can’t I sense his presence? Shindo...where are you...? Where...are you...?
“No...” she whimpered aloud. Why is this man touching me? Why is he touching my skin? Why is he embracing me...? I only want Shindo to touch me. I only want to be embraced by Shindo.
Shindo was always by Satsuki’s side as her retainer. Needless to say, he would touch her hands, hair, and even her body. There were times he picked her up, and times he held her close. Even if he only did these things as her retainer, they filled her with boundless joy. When Shindo touched her, it filled her with joy as a woman. It didn’t matter if such feelings were forbidden...
She has such pretty skin. Dang, I could eat her up... The man’s thoughts were growing increasingly vulgar. Kurihara was so excited by caressing her curves, it put him on the verge of losing control. He wrote off the charge he felt in the air as an extension of his building excitement.
“Do...not...touch...me...” Satsuki squeezed out a shrill voice—nearly a scream—from her throat. But having lost all self-control, the man caught in his own desires was unable to hear her. He felt another sharp static shock prickle his fingers as he stroked her collarbone, but thoughts of the pleasures ahead relegated it to the back of his mind.
This isn’t Shindo. This person...isn’t Shindo. So why...is he touching me?! Satsuki tried to work it out in her mind without completely losing control of her pulsating powers, but it was a lost battle.
“Don’t touch me!” The moment Satsuki put all of her emotions into screaming at the top of her lungs...
Bang!! The air in the room shook violently as the ceiling lights, knickknacks, and even the desk shattered as if struck by lightning!
“Whaaaaa!” Kurihara cried as his body flung from Satsuki to the wall on the far side of the room with a meaty thwack.