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Toji Fushiguro wasn't a man who cared for fairness, but he cared deeply about his bottom line. Stealing a bounty from him wasn't just an insult; it was a direct hit to his gambling fund. He’d done the heavy lifting, carved through the defenses, and left the target wheezing—only for you to vanish into the shadows with the head and the 35 million yen paycheck.
Toji was a professional, but even professionals have their limits. He had tracked that mark for three days, done 90% of the bloody work, and was seconds away from the killing blow when you blinked into existence. You didn't just finish the job; you ghosted him, leaving him standing in an alleyway with nothing but a broken blade and a foul mood.
When he took his grievance to Kong, the middleman had been uncharacteristically dismissive. No compensation. No apology. Just a shrug and a "Better luck next time, Toji."
Toji wasn't one to let things slide. The Sorcerer Killer didn't knock; he kicked. He wanted his money, or at the very least, he wanted to know why a nobody like you was being protected.
He burst into the office, his massive frame filling the doorway, a lethal complaint already halfway up his throat. "Kong, we’re finishing this conversation now—"
The words died in his chest.
The air in the room was thick, smelling of expensive tobacco and something far more primal. The scene wasn't a business meeting; it was a desecration of the workspace.
You were bent over the heavy mahogany desk, your fingers digging into the wood so hard it threatened to splinter.
Shiu hadn't even bothered to lock the door. He was behind you, his grip like iron on your hips, driving into you with a rhythmic, punishing force.
Every thrust was deep—deliberate enough to bruise, hitting your cervix with a dull, echoing thud that made your breath hitch in a broken sob.
Toji froze. His Heaven-Spear-honed senses, which usually tracked cursed energy and movement, were suddenly flooded with the raw, visceral reality of the power dynamic.
Shiu didn't stop. He didn't even look up at the door. He just tightened his grip on your waist, his eyes locking onto Toji’s with a cold, territorial smirk.
"You were saying, Toji?" Shiu grunted, the desk groaning under the weight of his next heavy drive.
Toji realized then why the bounty wasn't his anymore. You weren't just a rival hunter; you were the broker’s favorite indulgence, and clearly, the rewards for your "services" were far higher than 35 million yen.
The atmosphere in the room shifted from a stagnant, heavy heat to a razor-sharp tension the moment the door clicked shut. Toji didn't look like a man who had been offended anymore; he looked like a predator who had just found a much more interesting game to play.
Shiu didn’t skip a beat. He took a long, slow drag of his cigarette, the cherry glowing a fierce orange before he exhaled a plume of grey smoke that drifted over your trembling shoulders.
As you felt the cold panic spike, your instinct was to bolt—to pull away and cover yourself—but Shiu’s palm was like a lead weight between your shoulder blades. He pressed you back down against the polished mahogany, the impact forcing a sharp gasp from your lungs as he remained buried deep inside you.
"Who said we were done?" Shiu’s voice was a low, gravelly vibration that you felt more in your core than heard in your ears. He didn't even look at you; his gaze was fixed entirely on the Sorcerer Killer.
Toji took two slow, deliberate steps into the office. He didn't seem to mind the sight of the man who held his paycheck currently occupied with the person who stole it. Instead, he let his eyes wander over the curve of your back, tracking the flush of heat across your skin.
"So this is the reason why you let this whore sweep my bounty out from under me?" Toji’s smirk was lethal, pulling at the scar on the corner of his mouth.
He leaned against the closed door, crossing his massive, scarred arms over his chest. He wasn't leaving. In fact, he looked like he was settling in for a show.
Your attempt at a defense died in your throat. The words "didn’t sweep" had barely left your lips before Shiu’s hand tightened in your hair, his knuckles rapping against your skull as he forced your head back. The sudden, violent shift of his hips sent a shockwave through your spine, the sensation so intense it momentarily short-circuited your ability to think.
"Men are talking, sweetie," Shiu cooed. The endearment was chilling, delivered with a calm, melodic precision that stood in jarring contrast to the way he was currently bruising your internal organs.
Toji didn't seem bothered by the dismissal. He stood mere inches from your face, his shadow swallowing you whole. He looked down at you not with anger, but with the detached hunger of a man who realized he could get paid in something far more visceral than cash.
"She’s got a mouth on her—" Toji’s voice dropped an octave, a rough, gravelly sound that vibrated in the small space between you.
With a slow, practiced motion, he loosened the drawstring of his hakama pants. There was no hesitation, no modesty—just the raw arrogance of a man who took what he wanted. When he freed himself, the sheer scale of him made the breath hitch in your lungs. He was thick, pulse-thrumming and heavy, twitching just inches from your lips.
Your jaw dropped instinctively, your eyes wide as you stared at the sight of him. The 35 million yen bounty felt like a lifetime ago. Now, the only currency that mattered was survival—and pleasure.
Shiu’s grip on your hair shifted, tilting your face up further, offering you to Toji like a prize on a platter. He took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke directly into your eyes, forcing you to blink through the haze.
"Well?" Shiu prompted, his voice a dark rumble against your back as he continued his steady, punishing rhythm. "You were so quick to take his mark in the alley. Don't tell me you're getting shy now that he's standing right in front of you."
Toji reached down, his large, scarred hand cupping your jaw, his thumb forcing your mouth open wider. The heat radiating off his skin was stifling.
"Consider this the interest on my missing commission." Toji murmured, a predatory glint in his dark eyes.
Toji’s hand replaced Shiu’s in your hair, his grip significantly more brutal as he wound your strands around his thick fingers like a leash.
Toji didn't wait for your consent; he claimed it. With a low, guttural grunt, he pulled your head forward while simultaneously driving his hips toward your face. The impact was total. His cock plunged deep into your throat, forcing your head back until your nose was buried in the coarse, dark hair at his base.
Tears tracked hot paths down your cheeks, blurring your vision as the scent of musk and salt filled your senses. You were pinned—anchored by Shiu’s relentless rhythm behind you and impaled by Toji’s massive girth in front.
"I like you better this way," Toji drawled, his voice vibrating through your skull. He looked down at your wide, watering eyes with a smirk of pure, predatory satisfaction. "Quiet. Useful."
The two men found a devastating rhythm, turning your body into a frantic pendulum between them.
Toji began to face-fuck you with a callous, mechanical intensity. He slammed his hips against your face, his cock pistoning down your throat with a force that made the concept of a gag reflex seem like a distant memory. You were forced to take every agonizing, stretching inch, your throat muscles spasming around him in a desperate, rhythmic squeeze.
Shiu was focused on the destruction of your composure. His arched cock was a precision tool, hammering against your cervix with every heavy, wet thrust. His hands slid from your waist to your glass-smooth skin, pulling your cheeks apart so he could watch the visceral sight of himself disappearing into you.
Slobber pooled at the corners of your mouth, a messy cocktail of saliva and friction that coated Toji’s shaft and dripped onto the mahogany desk, soaking into the very contracts you had tried to subvert.
The sensory overload was too much. The dual friction, the lack of air, and the sheer power of the men flanking you shattered your remaining defenses.
Your body went rigid, shaking violently as a white-hot wave of pleasure-pain crashed through your nervous system. Your fingers spasmed, clawing at the desk and crumpling expensive documents into unrecognizable heaps of parchment. You were a wreck of choked sobs and involuntary tremors, caught in the crossfire of two titans who had no intention of letting you go until the "debt" was paid in full.
The office was a vacuum of sound, filled only with the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin and the jagged, muffled sounds of your struggle to breathe. Every sob and plea for mercy was instantly smothered, caught in the back of your throat and forced back down by the sheer, unyielding girth of Toji’s cock.
The vibrations of your vocal cords against his shaft were electric. Toji’s head lulled back, his eyes narrowing as a low, gravelly "Fuck—" escaped him. He didn’t loosen his grip; instead, he wound his fingers tighter into your hair, anchoring you to him as he maintained a punishing, measured depth. He was savoring the way your internal tremors felt against him, a physical manifestation of your total collapse.
Behind you, Shiu was witnessing the carnage he’d orchestrated. Your first climax had left a slick, milky ring of fluid coating his base, shimmering under the office lights. He let out a dark, appreciative whistle at the sight, his own cock twitching and spasming deep within you in response to the heat.
The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, your hair plastered to your forehead in damp, messy strands. You could feel a second, more violent wave of sensation building in your gut—a coil of tension that threatened to snap your very mind.
Shiu’s thrusts became erratic, his professional composure finally splintering into disgruntled groans. He began to hunt your G-spot with predatory intent, his arched tip hooking against the sensitive wall again and again until your eyes rolled back into your head.
He reached around your trembling frame, his thumb finding your clit and grinding in small, relentless circles. It was the final catalyst.
The dam broke. A loud, distorted cry vibrated out from your throat, muffled by Toji but loud enough to ring through the room. Your body went rigid, your core clenching in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses that began to milk Shiu’s cock with desperate intensity.
Toji froze. He halted his thrusting entirely, his hand forcing your face down hard against him. He knew the sensation of your throat spasming during a scream was too much; if he moved another inch, he’d lose his own control prematurely.
"Fuck, dammit!" Shiu’s voice broke into a groan of pure satisfaction. His cigarette stayed pinned to his lip by some miracle of habit as he buried himself to the hilt one last time. He gripped your hips so hard his fingers left blossoming bruises, anchoring you as he pumped his heat deep into your womb.
The warmth of his release flooded your core, a heavy, pulsating sensation that made you hold your breath, praying to stretch the moment of bliss for just one more second. Your walls continued to twitch and release, squeezing every drop from him until he was spent.
The silence that followed was deafening. With a wet, sucking sound, Shiu finally retreated, leaving you slumped and hollowed out on the mahogany. Toji followed suit, pulling his cock from your mouth with a slow, deliberate slide that left you gasping for the air you'd been denied.
You let out a broken, involuntary whimper at the sudden hollow coldness, your body still humming with the aftershocks of a dual climax. But the vacancy didn't last.
Shiu stepped back with a dark, satisfied hum, casually tucking himself away and sinking into the leather chair beside his desk. He looked like a man who had just finished a particularly profitable board meeting, reaching for a fresh lighter as if the chaos on his desk were merely paperwork.
Then, you felt it. A vice-like grip clamped onto your hips, the calloused heat of Toji’s hands branding your skin. With a sharp, effortless tug, he hauled you back toward the edge of the mahogany.
You looked over your shoulder, your vision swimming, only to see Toji looming over you like an encroaching storm. He had his cock in hand, giving it two slow, heavy pumps. Up close, the sight was terrifying: the thick, pulsing veins, the impossible length, and the sheer, blunt girth. The head was swollen a deep, angry red, glistening with a slick coating of your own saliva and his heavy pre-cum.
"Be a good girl and take it for me—" he rumbled, his smirk widening into something jagged and cruel. He planted one massive palm on the small of your back, pinning you against his momentum with the ease of a man crushing a cigarette.
You felt the blunt, twitching tip of him press against your entrance—a space already sensitized and weeping from Shiu’s attention. Toji didn't rush; he savored the resistance. He began to shove, inch by agonizing inch, into your heat.
The sting was immediate. Your muscles screamed, forced to stretch and accommodate the massive displacement of his anatomy. Pitiful whines and broken whimpers spilled from your lips, your head lolling as you tried to find air.
Then, the true impact hit. You felt the head of his cock punch past your cervix, a deep, invasive pressure that felt as though he were carving a path straight into your womb.
"Toji—" The name was a choked, desperate sob, but it did nothing to slow him down. He ignored the plea, driving forward until he bottomed out, his pelvic bone slamming against your backside with a dull, heavy thud.
Toji didn't do gentle. He set a pace that was nothing short of a physical assault, his hips hammering into you with the mechanical rhythm of a piston. The room was suddenly drowned in the visceral, wet sounds of the encounter—the slap of skin on skin and the loud, rhythmic squelch of his girth churning through your fluids.
Your hands scrambled for purchase, your fingernails digging deep grooves into Shiu’s expensive wood desk as you were caught in the crossfire of his power. Your hips were a blur, bouncing violently between the hard edge of the desk and the unbreakable wall of Toji’s thighs.
"Mm—nmgh—" The sounds you made weren't even human anymore. You were a mess of wrecked nerves and overstimulated skin, your mind white-lining as Toji Fushiguro took his commission with every brutal, soul-shattering thrust.
Words were a physical impossibility; your brain had short-circuited under the sheer, systematic bullying of Toji’s anatomy.
Toji’s cock didn't just occupy you—it invaded you. Where Shiu’s touch had been a calculated, blissful seduction of your nerves, Toji’s was a blunt-force trauma. Every time he bottomed out, it felt like a punch to the gut, his massive head battering your cervix with a precision that was both terrifying and addictive.
He wound his fist into your hair, wrenching your head back until your spine arched like a bow. The sharp pain of the tug forced a jagged squeal from your throat, but he didn't care for your comfort.
"Fucking. Bounty. Stealing. Bitch—" Toji growled, the words slurring together as he punctuated every syllable with a violent, rhythmic slam of his hips. He was using your body to vent every ounce of his professional frustration, turning your reward into a grueling, physical penance.
"Yeah, take it, you filthy fucking whore—" he rasped, his voice a low, jagged blade against the shell of your ear.
Through the haze of your choked sobs, you looked up, pleading for a lifeline. Shiu was right there, settled in his leather chair, but there was no salvation in his eyes. He was watching the spectacle with a dark, primal hunger, his hand working his own cock with a vigorous, rhythmic friction as he grunted at the sight of Toji manhandling you.
"Shiu—" you whimpered, a broken, desperate sound.
"Be good for him, baby. Be good. Fuck—" Shiu grunted back, his own hips bucking into his hand, his professional mask completely discarded for the raw thrill of your destruction.
Suddenly, Toji’s strength surged. He didn't just hold you; he hauled you back against his rock-hard chest, lifting your feet nearly off the floor as he maintained his connection.
"Yeah, be good for me—" he whispered, the heat of his breath sending a violent shudder through your frame. He reached forward, pinning your small wrist flat against the mahogany desk, his massive hand covering yours and pressing it firmly against the lower curve of your stomach.
"You feel that?" The sensation was haunting. You could feel the outline of his thick, veiny shaft plowing through your internal walls, the blunt tip nudging violently against your own palm through the thin barrier of your skin. It was an impossible, intimate intrusion.
The coil in your gut, already strained to the limit, finally snapped like a high-tension wire.
"Toji! Toji!" His name became a frantic, rhythmic mantra, a prayer offered to the man currently unmaking you. A white-hot, volcanic intensity flooded your lower half. The dam didn't just break; it exploded. An immense force of liquid shot out of you, a frantic, uncontrollable release that coated Toji’s thighs and the desk in a hot, slick deluge.
"You dirty little whore—" Toji let out a dark, amused laugh, the sound vibrating through your back as you squirted all over him.
Your head fell back against his shoulder, your vision splintering into a thousand points of light.
Toji didn’t let up, even as your body went limp, your muscles twitching in the static afterglow of a total sensory overload.
Toji pressed you back down against the mahogany, the cool wood a sharp contrast to the feverish heat of his skin. His massive hand remained a heavy anchor on your spine, pinning you to the desk as he continued the relentless, rhythmic destruction of your composure. There was no finesse left—only the raw, mechanical power of his thrusts.
"That's it, just let me use you, filthy little bitch—" Toji rasped. His voice was a jagged vibration against the back of your neck, his breath hitching as he felt the final, desperate clenches of your walls.
Through a haze of tears and blurred vision, you saw Shiu in his chair. His professional composure had finally evaporated. His head was thrown back, his throat corded with tension as he delivered a few final, frantic pumps. With a sharp, involuntary whimper that sounded entirely too vulnerable for a man of his standing, he let out a jagged breath.
Thick, white ropes of his release arched through the air, his thumb teasing the head of his cock as he finished, his body slumped in a temporary, post-orgasmic defeat.
Toji, however, was far from finished. He felt the shift in the room, the way your body was primed and leaking, and he surged forward with a newfound ferocity. He delivered three more heavy, bone-deep pumps, his pelvic bone bruising your backside before he finally bottomed out with a guttural, primal roar.
The sensation was a tidal wave—hot, thick, and invasive. He didn't just come; he colonized. You felt the rhythmic, heavy pulses of his release flooding your core, the heat of his cum hitting your cervix with a force that made your toes curl into the desk's edge.
"Can't steal any of my bounties if you're round with my child—" Toji let out a dark, menacing laugh that vibrated through your entire frame. He stayed buried deep inside you, his weight crushing you into the wood, ensuring every drop of his ‘interest’ stayed exactly where he put it.
Your heart was a frantic drum against your ribs, the sound thundering in your ears until it was the only thing you could hear. You were drifting, your consciousness frayed at the edges, only vaguely registering Shiu’s dark, amused drawl about the "poor child" Toji was so determined to leave behind in his wake.
The daze was shattered when Shiu’s hands, cold and authoritative, gripped your arm. With a sudden, forceful heave, he flipped you onto your back. The sensation was jarring—the polished mahogany of the desk felt freezing against your heated skin, and you could feel the viscous, warm pooling of Toji’s essence mixed with your own slickness spreading beneath your hips, staining the surface.
Your limbs felt like leaden weights, useless and heavy as Shiu dragged you toward the edge of the desk. Your head lolled back, your neck craning over the precipice, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. With a sharp tug, Shiu hiked your tank top up to your collarbone, freeing your breasts.
"Wheeoo."
Toji let out a low, appreciative whistle that vibrated through the air. He stood over you, his eyes tracking the way your chest heaved, your breasts bouncing with every ragged breath. Under their combined, predatory gazes, your nipples pebbled into hard, sensitive peaks.
Shiu didn't waste a second. He leaned over you, his fingers callous as he tweaked your aerolas, rolling the sensitive buds between his thumb and forefinger with a bruising pressure. A broken, fluttering moan escaped your lips, your back arching off the wood in a desperate search for friction.
Inside you, the reaction was instantaneous. Toji’s cock, still buried to the hilt, gave a violent, rhythmic throb. You felt him harden once more, the thick veins of his shaft stretching your walls to their absolute limit. You let out a high-pitched whimper, your internal muscles spasming around the renewed intrusion.
Shiu moved with a fluid, predatory grace, stepping up to straddle your face. He loomed over you, a titan of shadow against the office lights. His hands abandoned your nipples only to seize your breasts, squeezing them together with a force that made you gasp.
He didn't give you a choice. He drove his hips forward, the hot, blunt tip of his cock sliding into the tight, artificial cleavage he’d created. The friction was immense—the heat of his skin against yours causing him to twitch and jump. You were trapped in a vertical vice: Toji’s massive girth anchoring you from below, and Shiu’s heavy, pulse-thrumming weight crushing down on your chest from above.
Your consciousness was a frayed wire, sparking every time their bodies collided with yours in a synchronized, devastating rhythm.
They moved like a single, well-oiled machine of destruction. Every time Toji’s hips slammed forward, Shiu’s counter-thrusted, creating a pincer effect that left your nervous system screaming.
Toji didn't just want to finish; he wanted to claim. He reached down, his massive, scarred hands hooking under your heels and hauling your legs back until your knees were pinned beside your head. The position was extreme, exposing every inch of your weeping, overstimulated core to his relentless assault.
From this sharp, vertical angle, Toji was no longer just hitting your cervix; he was scouring it. Every heavy, wet plunge felt like it was rearranging your internal organs, the sheer friction of his girth sending white-hot jolts straight to your brain.
Above you, Shiu was a weight of pure, suffocating dominance. His hands were iron clamps on your breasts, crushing them together so tightly that his cock was buried in a deep, slick valley of your skin.
His pre-cum acted as a treacherous lubricant, glistening under the harsh office lights as he slid between your tits with a frantic, easy glide. But it was the placement of his body that truly broke you. His heavy, pulse-thrumming sac was planted firmly against your mouth, a warm and humilating seal that muffled your every attempt to scream.
Every jagged moan and broken whimper was swallowed by the salt and heat of him, reduced to a desperate, vibrating hum that only seemed to spur them on.
You were a piston in a tug-of-war you couldn't possibly win. Tears tracked hot, messy paths down your temples, mingling with the pool of saliva and sweat gathering around the base of Shiu's heat.
The pressure was unbearable. Toji’s hands tightened on your ankles, his knuckles turning white as he prepared for the final, brutal sprint. Above, Shiu’s breath hitched, his grip on your chest becoming a bruising squeeze as his own climax began to claw at his throat.
"Look at her," Toji grunted, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that you felt through your spine. "Wrecked. Just like the mark she stole."
Shiu didn't answer with words—only a sharp, guttural groan as he increased the speed of his friction, his balls slapping against your lips in a rhythmic, punishing cadence that signaled the end was seconds away.
The tension snapped like a high-tension wire.
Toji let out a low, guttural roar that vibrated through your very bones. He buried himself to the hilt, his pelvic bone slamming against your tailbone with a dull thud as he began to erupt. You felt the thick, rhythmic pulses of his heat flooding your core, a volcanic deluge that filled you to the point of stretching pain. He stayed there, pinned deep, his entire massive frame shuddering as he forced every drop into your womb.
At the exact same moment, Shiu’s body went rigid. With a sharp, stifled groan, he bucked his hips forward one last time. Thick, hot ropes of his release shot out, painting the valley of your breasts and splashing up against your neck and collarbone. The pearlescent fluid mingled with the sweat and tears already coating your skin, a messy, indelible mark of his ownership.
For several long, heavy seconds, the only sound was the frantic, jagged gasping for air. Toji remained anchored inside you, his weight crushing you into the mahogany desk, while Shiu slumped forward, his forehead resting against yours as he tried to regain his breath.
You were a wreck of overstimulated nerves and weeping skin, caught in the crossfire of their satisfaction. The pool of fluids beneath your hips had spread across the desk, soaking into the very contracts that started this mess.
Toji finally pulled back, the wet, sucking sound of his withdrawal echoing in the quiet room. He looked down at the ruin of you—flushed, shaking, and marked inside and out—and let out a dark, satisfied huff.
"Commission paid in full," he rumbled, his voice thick with post-coital gravel. He reached out, casually swiping a thumb through the mess on your chest and bringing it to his lips. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before touching my money."
Shiu pulled away next, reaching for his discarded cigarette with a steady hand, though his eyes still burned with a lingering, territorial heat.
"Or maybe she won't," Shiu countered with a sharp, predatory smirk. "After all... she seems to handle the 'penalties' quite well."