Chapter Text
Word about the new arrival had spread fast around The Beach.
It was a young woman with bleached blonde hair, fake eyelashes and nails long enough to gouge your eyes out. She was only twenty-five, and was working alone. She had wandered around the borderlands with a suitcase full of beauty supplies she had looted from Donki and clothes she had taken from the 109 Store. She was into d.i.a spec and when they recruited her after a spades game she was in a flashy black and white hooded halterneck top, a decorative shiny gold bra proudly on display and a pair of hot pants that barely covered her ass. The only practical thing about her were the pair of Adidas on her feet. Hatter himself had made the welcome speech, since they were no longer about to allow just anyone into the beach (anyone who was turned away got shot anyway, every card helps) and it was for the hundredth time that a handful of other executive members zoned out as he went over the rules:
1. Wear swimwear but her current clothes were acceptable since she was barely covered up anyway.
2. Do whatever the fuck you want.
3. All cards belong to The Beach.
4. Death to Traitors.
"What's a traitor?"
"Someone who hides cards, someone who doesn't want to co-operate."
Ann didn't miss the slight quirk of her brow at Hatter's response, though it was barely a micro-expression. Her glossy lips stretched into a smile and her pretty ocean blue eyes, courtesy of LensTown, rolled over to her leopard print carrier. Hatter opened his arms, waiting for her to speak. There was nothing subtle about this gal, she looked like every girl he knew in Kabukicho minus the wigs and floor-length dresses.
"Inside the zipped pocket there's a white makeup pouch, the cards are in there."
Hatter motioned for one of his minions to open the carrier and the girl smirked at their reddened faces upon a handful of bras and thongs falling out into the laps. To their credit, it didn't slow their search and it only took a few seconds for them to locate said pouch that they handed over to Hatter. The woman re-crossed her legs as she watched him unzip it and toss out the condoms, chuckling as he did so and muttering about why she'd bother, and pulling the cards out, his eyebrows raising at the number she'd collected.
"This is a lot." he commented, giving her a pointed look before walking over to the table where he was joined by Ann and the long haired exec whose interest had been piqued.
"I play almost every day."
"Are you a sadist?"
"No, I'm just... afraid of my visa running out." she admitted. "I studied abroad so it's ingrained."
Hatter didn't respond, though Ann gave a knowing nod and as he spread the cards out, their faces lit up as the four of clubs, two of spades and seven of hearts appeared, the rest being duplicates of the cards they had already gathered.
"Well well, where have you been hiding?" Hatter grinned, holding up the seven. "You don't look like a hearts specialist."
"They're shitty cards to get!" she growled, visibly agitated in her chair, her chest rising and falling faster than before. "Every game was horrific."
"The important thing is we have it now." the long haired woman interjected. "Indeed you'll be a valuable addition to the Beach."
"Ace, two, three, five of hearts, nine of hearts as well? Shit, Barbie." Hatter commented, his groomed eyebrows arching well over his shiny sunglasses. "Those games are brutal."
"I'm just lucky." she mumbled, eyes downcast to her knees.
"You two, comb through her stuff and throw away anything that covers up too much, get rid of weapons and shit and you, Barbie, go have yourself some fun for a couple days. Drink, do drugs, have all the sex you want, there's no laws there's no rules so... what is it you gyaru say? Get wild..." he trailed, lowering his sunglasses for a moment to look her in the eyes.
"...Be sexy."
"Should be our fuckin motto here." he laughed, his minions joining and no sooner had he scooped up her cards did he disappear from the room, half the people in there filing out with him.
The long haired woman introduced herself as Mira and after she left, the minions returned the makeup and skimpy outfits from her carrier in a black garbage bag and handed her a locker key before sending her to her allocated room.
* * *
It was on a hot, sweaty night three days later when Niragi first laid eyes on her during a game of stick in the mud.
It was a clubs game, weapons were allowed, the rules were simple. There were thirty players, five of whom were 'it'.
"This is a game of stick in the mud. All players must wear a collar. Those who are 'it' must 'stick' at least two free men by tagging them before entering the safe zone. It will be Game Over for those who are 'it' who did not stick anyone before entering the safe zone. Free men may not enter the safe zone before the five minute mark. Be careful if you're stuck! Moving more than one step when stuck will trigger the collar. Stuck players can be freed by untagged players. Make it to the safe zone before time is up."
Admittedly, this was one of the more fun games he'd played in a while. Sure, if everyone chilled the fuck out it could easily be won with no deaths. That and these useless fuckers weren't prepared to listen to any one person telling them how to play. It was pathetically simple to win with zero deaths - but no one knew who was 'it' and the mistrust mixed with a time limit did weird things to people. In his eyes, it was just no fun without some carnage and there was nothing he loved more than making people run scared. Night had fallen, the game was taking place in an open football field where the floodlights were blindingly bright. There was nowhere to hide. Safe zones were past the goals on opposite ends of the pitch. Naturally, his reputation made the others assume that he must be 'it' (he wasn't) but he was having fun prowling around the field and terrorizing those who thought he was.
It was the flashes of gold that caught his eyes first, halting him in his tracks and making him watch intently as she blended in with the rest of the people running away scared. But she was paying too much attention to everyone around her for her to be truly scared. It wasn't until he watched more closely and noticed that-
"Fucking touch me and I'll end you right now." Niragi barked, rifle pointed directly in the face of one of those who was 'it' and no sooner had he done so did a hand smack him on the back of the neck, his collar light turning red. He couldn't even turn around to see who it was - he'd already witnessed others have a laser shot through their skulls after daring to move.
"Too slow." a gentle voice teased in his ear and it dawned on him that he was part of the group she was targeting.
The people who had no friends or allies in this game.
"Don't worry, hot guys like you don't die like this." she assured him as he felt white hot rage, adrenaline and was he fucking turned on by this?
Shit.
There were two minutes left on the clock and there was fuck all he could do as he listened to her bolt away to the safe zone. Thankfully a kind free man came along and in a great show of kindness and compassion - prompted by not wanting a fucking bullet through his head - he set Niragi free and the two of them made it to the safe zone with seconds to spare, screams emanating from those witnessing the seven red beams that instantly killed the stuck players. Even she had screamed, though it was all for show as anyone paying attention could see. She covered her face with her hands with those freaky long-ass nails that could probably mess his back up pretty bad if he let her. Would he let her? Shit yeah he would. He'd never really had a thing for gyaru, but her? She was gorgeous; pin-straight nose, big eyes, cherry pouty lips and a cute little round ass he'd never get tired of slapping. Her innocent little act wouldn't fly with him, but something told him she wasn't even trying to get it past him and he was furious, this bitch almost fucking killed him, he was literally seconds away from dying.
...
It was sexy as hell
He sauntered out behind everyone else, yeeting the damn collar once it popped open, but his eyes never left her. They couldn't. He was too intrigued watching her. Her breathing was shaky and she was tearful as she clung to another player, making sure they were okay and mourning how cruel the game was. He watched in disbelief as she sobbed about the role she had to play and about the people she stuck and for a moment even he almost believed her. She was comforted for a moment by the other players who reassured her; everyone she stuck survived so she didn't have to feel bad. Niragi gaped as they ate right out of her hands with her facade and she confirmed she would be okay if they left first. She waved them off and no sooner had they left did her face immediately drop back into a neutral expression, her arms folding over her chest as she waited for another car to come and pick her up. She knew he was there. He knew she knew he was there. She could've gone first, there was no need for her to wait around, but she knew and he sure as fuck wasn't going anywhere before she did. There was a thick tension hanging between them as neither of them acknowledged the other's presence until-
"See? You're still here." she said simply, turning her head in his direction and blowing him a kiss.
That was it.
Niragi stalked over, grabbing her by the shoulder and forcing her round to look at him, cornering her against the railing, his irate face barely an inch from hers.
"Can I help you?" she asked politely, as though he didn't have his entire body crushing hers into the metal poles behind her.
He didn't want to help himself, relishing in the shiver that ran over her skin as he licked a stripe up her neck, unzipping her top and shoving one hand inside, groping her chest with enough force to make her moan sinfully directly into his ear and roll against his body. No. He needed to punish her for what she did, she was wasn't supposed to fucking enjoy this. He was forcing himself on her. Why wasn't she being forced?! Her sudden switch to an ear-piercing screech caught him off guard and she was able to shove him away, screaming out for help as a car came by, the players - Hatters boys including that white haired creep Chishiya - hopping out and extracting her from the situation before driving off with her. He pointed his rifle directly at them as they drove off, the flirtatious wink she gave him from the back window and Chishiya's big middle finger only fueling his cocktail of rage, lust and confusion.
Psychotic bitches the pair of them.
* * *
"We're holding a vote over whether or not to bring Rina onto the executive council, we want to hear your opinions before making a decision."
"Who?" Niragi raised an eyebrow, glaring as Chishiya smirked at his ignorance.
Block-headed militant knew shit all about anything.
"The Barbie one." Hatter clarified. "Gyaru. Almost killed you in the game."
"Shame she didn't."
No sooner had Niragi flown up from his seat with his rifle pointed in that ghost-looking fucker's direction did Aguni bark for him to stand down. He set his jaw, nostrils flaring as stared daggers at the other man before dropping back into his chair, one boot clad foot propped up on the edge. Hatter and Aguni exchanged a look before Ann continued.
"Mira suggested it. I agree that we need more hearts specialists."
"We don't know her well enough." another voice piped up. "We don't even know if she plays well, we just know she has a fuck ton of cards."
"Regardless of how she got them, she still has them doesn't she?" Hatter added. "Besides, she brought three cards we don't have, that's propelled her rank."
"How high?" Chishiya asked.
"She's biting at your ankles."
"We can't trust her."
"But you trust him?" Hatter nodded to Niragi.
Chishiya simply smirked.
"She has the most hearts cards but it doesn't mean she's a specialist."
"I'd like her on our side." Hatter grinned, earning a look from Chishiya. "But I am partial to gals."
Niragi tongued his cheek, the thought of that creepy old fuck putting his hands anywhere near her when he'd already decided to claim her for himself... the fuck did he think he was?
"No." Aguni said flatly.
"No." Niragi echoed immediately.
"Yes." Hatter voted holding a hand up.
"Yes." Chishiya followed suit and the votes continued until Ann was the only remaining member.
All eyes were on her as she adjusted her glasses and folded her arms, undeterred by the silent pressure each side was exerting.
She was still so new, but they could do with more hearts specialists...
"No."
Hatter leaned back in his seat, arms spread wide before flopping over the sides of the chair. "Well that's that then."
* * *
Niragi spotted Rina down the hallway just outside her room the following day, and for a gyaru she was surprisingly difficult to find. It was her hair that gave her away first, but as his eyes travelled down his jaw set and he gripped the rifle in his hand harder than ever. Was she seriously walking around in fucking lingerie? Sure it was one of those dress type ones, but Jesus, the black lace stockings and very visible garter belt? Along with that face? It was maddening how attractive he found her. It was even more maddening how she smiled at the weedy little prick currently trying to get a piece. How she laughed sweetly and engaged in conversation like she wasn't standing there in fucking lingerie. That little shithead be damned, she was his piece and he was not about to share what was his and - did that prick just run his hand down her arm? How dare he! This woman almost killed him - there was no way anyone else was going to get in on that, he had a damn score to settle.
After that? They could do whatever they wanted with her, the fuck did he care, but for now?
Nah.
She was his and he would make that fucking clear to everyone.
Rina froze up the second she felt a warm arm snake around her waist and a torso pressed against her back. She immediately registered the look of fear on the pathetic fuck in front of her who seriously thought he had a chance. She was just playing, but the creepy little fucker had touched her and that had disgusted her to no end. She couldn't take him on, but maybe... it was worth playing with Niragi, too.
"Back the fuck up." he growled, gun pointed at the guy's chest.
"Go!" Rina pleaded to the scrawny young man. "It's okay."
"W-what? No, he's-"
"I said go!" she screamed, tears spilling over her cheeks and dripping onto Niragi's arm and he genuinely had to stop himself from wowing in disbelief.
But it had to be said... her fighting against him was a turn on, too, she played the part so well.
"B-but it's not right! Let go of her!"
"Who the fuck do you think you're standing up to?" Niragi hissed, harshly nipping the top of Rina's ear and making her squeal as he kept her flush against his chest. "Touching my shit with your scum hands."
"I'm not an object! Niragi-" she was cut off as he booted her door open, the loud clang surprising her and she squeaked again.
"S-she let me touch her!" the now incredibly sweaty guy protested.
That was all it took for Niragi to shove Rina back and swing the butt of his rifle up and directly into the creep's face, his heavy boots colliding with his ribs as he kicked him to the ground, his adrenaline skyrocketing the more he beat him.
"Stop!" Rina screamed, more tears streaming down her face as everyone else ignored what was happening and gave the scene a wide berth, because they weren't stupid enough to piss off Niragi. "Please stop! Please!"
After another hard kick, the guy was barely moving and looked like he was completely out of it, but he was definitely still breathing. With a growl, he stormed inside Rina's room, booting the door shut just as he'd opened it, tossing his rifle onto the shitty wooden table opposite the bed and grabbing her by the neck, throwing her down onto the bed and straddling her hips, his weight keeping her down.
"Aw." she pouted, looking up at him with those big eyes. "Why'd you stop?"
Niragi stilled, his dark eyes searching hers.
Why did he stop?
Wasn't she jus-
Wait.
His tongue ran out over his lip as it hit him.
She'd played him like a fiddle, getting him to do the dirty work for her.
"I win this round, too!" she cheered.
"Shut the fuck up." he sneered, pinching her side and making her squeak. "Fucking psycho bitch, you owe me."
"Owe you for what? You didn't even kill that scum bag."
Niragi couldn't stop the burst of laughter that left him.
"You're un-fucking-believable." he declared, eyebrows contorting as he tried to understand what was happening in that head of hers. "You almost fucking killed me!"
"And?"
"No one gets to touch you before me."
"I never said you could touch me."
"I wasn't fucking asking!" he barked, burying his head into the crook of her neck as he sucked harshly on the skin, making her writhe underneath him. "Wearing this fucking lingerie shit outside, you were hoping I'd see this."
"Of course I was."
Niragi stopped, raising his head to give her a disapproving look.
"I mean-" she cleared her throat before yelling and trying to thrash around to make him pin her down, which he did with ease. "Get off me! Don't touch me, Niragi, let me go!"
"That's fucking insulting." he deadpanned, though there was a hint of laughter in his tone. "At least keep your shitty acting up."
"You're no fun." she pouted, rolling her eyes and lewdly moaning as he ground against her, letting her know he was rock fucking hard at this point.
Strangely, her noises were real, that much he could tell.
"You're a mouthy little brat who needs to be taught a lesson."
Yes.
Yes she was.
She decided to keep the shitty act up, protesting as he flipped her over, struggling against him the whole time even though the mere sound of his belt unbuckling was really doing it for her. She couldn't help but moan when he slapped her ass - it didn't hurt one iota she was so fucking turned on. She shivered as his tongue ran up and down her spine, the metal piercing sending a cool wave with it.
"Jesus fucking Christ." he huffed, having shoved her nightgown up to discover she was wearing a garter belt and only a garter belt - and to think that weedy little asshole bleeding out on the floor might've gotten a glimpse...
His hand came down hard on her ass cheek again.
"You gave that little shithead a full view." he growled shoving his underwear down, forcing her legs up and pushing inside her without warning, eliciting moans from the both of them.
"N-Nira-gi put on a fucking condom." she whined as he laughed wickedly in response.
"Shut the fuck up." he warned, slapping her ass hard again and she yelped in surprise.
"S-seriously." Rina groaned, crying out into the quilt as he picked up a steady rhythm. "Please don't!"
"Please?"
His hand shoved her back down as she tried to push herself up, keeping her ass in the air and her pretty face planted in the sheets. Her shoulders, as his fingers ran over them, were surprisingly muscular, but lean, for someone her size. He gripped her hips harder, sweat running down his temples as his head began swimming - her pussy was so fucking perfect, her moans and squeals, her struggling and begging him to pull out and come on her ass and him ignoring her because he was the one in control. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted to her while he had her like this and there was nothing she could do to stop him.
"Please pull out, Niragi, please!" she cried, tears tripping down her cheeks. "It's not safe! I'm fucking ovu-"
"Shut up!"
His ears pricked up as her pitch got higher and higher with every passing second, the more she begged, the higher it got.
Wait.
His eyes snapped open and he stopped abruptly, paying close attention to Rina's body. Her arms were pulled in close to herself and to her credit her breathing was shaky, her mascara smudged from her tears from what he could see. She whined as he suddenly pulled out, his dick replaced by two fingers that relentlessly curled against her insides, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, but were removed before she could get there. He didn't miss how her fingers gathered the quilt cover into her tight fist.
She was fucking pissed.
He smiled, pride surging through his bones. He wasn't going to be made a fool a third time.
Niragi flipped Rina over with one hand, rubbing his fingers covered in her essence together so she could see clearly.
He raised his pierced eyebrow as it stretched out when he separated his thumb and middle finger. Colourless, like egg whites. Rina was quick, but she was a split second too slow in disguising her shock.
Fuck.
She was caught out.
Niragi laughed triumphantly as he crawled over the bed, grabbing her arm harshly as she tried to get up and forced her back down, shoving himself back inside her warm, still wet pussy. Her body was tense, she was trying to cover herself, but that wouldn't do. He grabbed her wrists in one hand, pinning them down as he moved inside of her, leaning down until he was speaking right into her ear.
"Don't mess with me, princess." he warned. "You little shit, I wanna hear you screaming for me again. Don't act like you don't want it now just cause you didn't know you were ripe for fucking. You play with my life and I'll play with yours, I will fucking come inside this pussy and fill it right up and I'll leave it to fate to decide what happens to you."
"N-Niragi don't, please!" she pleaded
"That's more like it, Rina!" he grinned, reaching a hand down to circle around her clit as he sat back on his knees to get a good look at her while he fucked her relentlessly. "Louder! Let them all know who did this to you!"
Niragi couldn't hold himself back any longer as her screams and moans went unrestrained, absolutely loud enough for anyone in the vicinity to hear his name leaving her lips. Her back arched off the bed while her climax hit her like a train, her head thrown back like she was possessed. He grabbed her hips tight against himself as he came, extra moans spilling from her as she could feel him twitching inside of her, feel his cum spurting out and she tried not to love it as much as she did.
She wouldn't admit it, though.
She would never admit it because that was the only way she was getting it.
Rina barely registered him arching over her, still not having pulled out, until he lazily dragged the strap of her babydoll down and started tonguing at her nipple, sending aftershocks through her that made him groan out as she squeezed around his now oversensitive dick.
Silence fell between them, the only sound being Niragi's flop beside her. He panted, his chest rising and falling heavily as he slung an arm over his eyes, a move that Rina didn't miss. His free arm pushed her back down as she tried to sit up.
"Don't you fucking dare spill my cum." he breathed, having not yet collected himself.
"It's not going to happen." Rina said decisively.
"How do you know?"
"My fiancee in the real world gave up condoms long ago. Didn't make a difference. Not even a scare."
Niragi laughed, rubbing his eyes on his shirt sleeve as he finally gained the energy to move again and he sat up, casually running his hand over her chest again, squeezing it lightly. He grabbed his pants and got dressed, drinking in the sight of Rina as she lay on the bed, long hair splayed out, makeup smudged in all the right places and her pussy on full display. He slung his rifle over his shoulder.
"Hey, Rina." he called and she sat up. "When you go back to the real world ready to pop, tell your useless fiancee he's welcome."
With that, he wrenched the door open and marched out, not bothering to close it after himself.