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"Good god, this game is so stupid!"
A sudden shout erupted from a clearly agitated girl who was laying on her bed, phone in hand. The vibrant colours from the screen illuminated her heavy frown and furrowed brows, eliciting a chuckle from her companion who wasn't too far from her. "You've been yelling at that device for thirty minutes now, surely you've gotten sick of it at this point?"
Y/N sighed heavily and tossed her phone aside, shifting her attention to the individual who spoke. Her eyes landed on Mahito, a bizarre being she only recently began to bond with. The two knew each other for quite a while, but it wasn't under the most pleasant of circumstances. Mahito had begun stalking Y/N after finding out she could see him, taunting her from the shadows while she made her way home from her evening job, transfiguring himself into horrifying figures to scare her whilst she was alone and whispering into her ear while she went through her day to make her lose her mind, knowing she couldn't yell or tell him to shut up out of fear of her peers calling her out for screaming at nothing.
He enjoyed tormenting her, almost more than slaughtering other humans who couldn't even comprehend his existence. And it was through this that he began to see more from her than he has anyone else. His 24/7 pursuit of the poor girl led him to learn about her hobbies, things no one would expect a lady like her to indulge in, and her true self, constantly hidden by a facade she keeps by the front door, ready to be worn whenever she leaves her home.
Y/N was driven crazy by the mischievous curse chasing her around, but she had to admit, some sick inner voice was telling her it was arousing. The thought of having someone always behind her, someone always watching, it gave her a thrill, a euphoric sense of fear and paranoia. Maybe it was the insomnia getting to her, but she still felt such perverse things nonetheless.
So, when she turned around one day and exclaimed, "you don't need to hide yourself anymore, I know you're there, and I honestly don't mind if you want to be my friend so bad," things changed.
At first, Mahito thought she was an ignorant, stupid human like all the rest, assuming he yearned for her companionship, but he realized he was the fool all along, too naive and deep into his hatred for humanity to notice she was teasing him in her own way. Because of this, she gained even more respect in his eyes, making HIM seem ignorant. Since that day, he clung to her, not just figuratively but also literally, finding out that was a very effective way of bothering her. Due to their ever evolving relationship, Mahito learned many things about humans in general just by observing Y/N, and to be honest, researching via her devices and books.
"No...Maybe soon but not yet," Y/N mumbled, stretching her legs rather audacious way, revealing a bit more than she probably wanted. Mahito couldn't help but let his gaze travel down, a grin sneaking across his face.
Another thing notable to mention, within the time he's spent with the human girl, he's experienced what it's like to be possessive and jealous. It started when he felt himself growing upset whilst watching her converse with her male co-workers, Mahito feeling as though he's vastly more entertaining than the likes of those pathetic creatures, and that he should be the only male (even though Mahito has no defined gender, he prefered to be seen as masculine) she trusted. All of this over a human he knew over the span of only 3 weeks, he blamed it on being curious.
This "curiousity" eventually had him experiencing more possessive behavior over Y/N, driving him to transfigure any men who got too close to her.
Now, as Mahito sat nonchalantly on a wooden chair, staring at said girl's inner thighs and light coloured undergarments, he couldn't help but feel all that pent up jealousy and desire to keep her to himself build up.
Once Y/N was satisfied with her crude stretching, she sat up properly and crossed her legs, Mahito pouting due to losing the perverse display before him. The girl frowned upon seeing his pitiful expression, obliviously unaware as to why his face bore such a look.
"What's up with you? Did the villain die yet?"
The patchwork curse raised an eyebrow at her, only for Y/N to nod toward his hands. He had totally forgot he was immersed in a light novel he found on one of the various unorganized shelves in the girl's room just before he was distracted by a rather unnecessary exclamation from the human. To be completely honest, he already forgot whatever went down in the uninteresting jumble of words he was reading.
"No, something I was admiring went away before I could fully enjoy it."
Y/N thought that was a rather ominous reply but went with it. As she was about to lay back on her bed again, a shrill tone played from the device she tossed aside minutes earlier, the sound so sudden it had both individuals in the room perk up sharply. Upon laying her eyes on the bright screen, Y/N sighed.
"What does that bastard want now," she mumbled, picking the phone up and putting it to her ear, clearly annoyed.
Once she did, a low, calm voice spoke to her. Mahito leaned forward a to hear it more clearly, glaring at nothing in particular after identifying a male human's voice. He couldn't quite make out what it was saying, but just the fact that another man had the audacity to call Y/N during their time together enraged him.
"You wish! Thats your job, I'm not giving myself overtime tomorrow to save your ass after you procrastinated too long!" the harshness in the girl's voice startled him a bit, but it made him feel a sense of pride that she was just as annoyed as him. The curse leaned back again, assuming the same position as before, and raised the novel in his hands to provide the illusion he was reading.
"No- For the last time, I don't have- No!-" Y/N ranted into her phone, eventually letting out a weak chuckle.
"Yes, tomorrow at 7. You could have said that instead of making some stupid excuse to keep me there longer."
Tomorrow at 7?
Mahito stared at Y/N through his eyelashes, a slight hint of rage in them. He recognized such a phrase. In those cheesy love movies he's seen at a local theater, that's what humans say when they make plans to see each other romantically. Although Mahito was sure what he felt for Y/N wasn't THAT kind of affection, he still felt gutted at the thought of her skipping time with him to see some pathetic human, one who knew nothing about her compared to him.
The patchwork curse watched the other sigh blissfully and hang up the call, not noticing his grip on the book he was "reading" tightening to the point of it crumpling under his grasp.
"That guy, he's been nonstop trying to talk to me for a month, he finally had the nerve to actually say something to me," Y/N giggled, not necessarily intending to speak to Mahito. She was used to talking to herself, and she still felt as thought she was even in the presence of the hazy blue haired curse. Her slight smile turned into a concerned frown as she turned her head to face said curse, a dark shadow loomed over his eyes, an overwhelming surge of cursed energy flowing from him, the novel he was borrowing being reduced to a lump of paper in his hands. Still being human, the sight before her terrified her beyond words, her usually amicable companion now slumped over in a menacing pose.
"Ma- Hito?" She murmured, eyes wide as she pulled her legs close to herself, no longer feeling safe.
"You want to leave me behind for that human, right?" Mahito's voice was low but still smooth. "You're going to replace me with 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 fool...right?"
Y/N was confused as to what he was getting at.
"Well...you're..not a real person...I need real friends...of course I'm going to leave you eventually,"
"Is that so."
Still dumbfounded, the girl winced when Mahito abruptly stood up, towering over her already.
"I'm the only one allowed to do cruel things here, Y/N."
In mere moments, the curse was on top of Y/N, hands on both sides of her head. His mismatched eyes met her still wide, fearful ones, and upon such a sight Mahito grinned wide. He felt the same bitterness take over him from when he used to stalk her, the same desire to inflict trauma and despair, the same impulse to break her fragile mind. But this time, rather than feeling mischievous, he felt lecherous.
Admiring her speeches, timid expression, Mahito decided to fill the silence between them with threats.
"I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for tomorrow," She gasped, kicking herself up higher on the bed to get away from him. He chuckled. "Don't worry, I would never harm you like 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. It'll be in a different way." Y/N only let out a small "huh", frozen in a mix of fear and confusion. Mahito took advantage of that and crawled over to where she now half-lay, propping herself up with shaky arms, pushing her down rather harshly so he could assume the same position with her as just before.
He lowered himself so he could mutter in her ear, closing the space between them just enough for him to feel her body heat and soft chest press against his own.
"I'm sure you wont want to experience this with him after me, you surely wont want to replace me," he said darkly.
Mahito knew that at this point, when theres another man involved in Y/N's life, that the only way to keep her interested in him was to please her in ways no human could. He knew she was like every other human deep down, selfish, greedy and full of lust. He knew she would want to settle down and indulge in sexual acts with that pesky co-worker after their 7pm meet. He knew how filthy humans were, even from the start he knew he would have to lower himself to her standards to make sure he didn't lose her, his favorite toy by far. Thats why, in his research about humans, he learned how to perform such deplorable acts.
Y/N, on the otherhand, was obviously terrified. His sudden shift in demeanor after she received a call from her new friend confused her. Yes he was a curse, and he was unpredictable, but why was he so upset over her meeting up with other humans, other beings just like her? Mahito was hardly even her friend, he was more of a stalker who she decided to pay attention to just so he could be noticed and exorcised eventually by the right sources. Now, here she was, regretting that decision dearly as she lay under an individual who was vastly stronger than she ever could be, at the mercy of a monster that took pleasure in harming humans. The moment he mentioned having her unable to walk, her mind flashed to one of two things playing out. Then when he said he wouldn't harm her like 'that', and that she wouldn't want to experience 'this' with someone else, it ruled out one of them. She concluded that what she was going to experience will be worse than death, or having broken legs.
"A-ah...N-no!" Y/N stammered, reality finally setting in. She placed her hands on Mahito, one on his chest and the other on his face, and pushed as hard as she could, futily attempting to get him off of her. This only made the patchwork curse even more willing to break her. An extra arm shot out from his back and latched onto the wrist of the hand she had plastered over his mouth. Though Y/N knew what he was capable of, she was still utterly horrified by this, albeit for different reasons than any other human would be. "N-no way!"
Mahito aggressively grabbed her other wrist and pinned both of them above her head, grinning when he realized she was just small enough compared to him to hold both with the third hand he created. "You're so scared...your soul looks so pathetic. But why? I thought you humans enjoy doing such perverse things." He muttered, caressing Y/N's cheek carefully. The girl shook her head, not only to reply to what he said but to also get his hand off of her so his foul aura wouldn't taint her delicate skin. The hazy-blue haired individual mock pouted, an attempt to make fun of how pitiful she looked to him. He then licked his lips, sliding his hand down toward Y/N's chest.
With a heavy gasp and exclamation, the girl responded by pushing herself down onto the bed to avoid his touch. Of course, it did nothing useful for her, so she was left whimpering and shutting her eyes as the fiend above her groped her breast rather firmly.
"Huh, they're really squishy," his immature reaction caused Y/N to blink her eyes open again, mouth agape once she noted he was Inexperienced at this. Y/N watched as Mahito fondled her more, an unamused expression on his face until he noticed she had her eyes opened, thus having him smirk darkly.
"You c-clearly don't want to do this, I don't either...I won't replace you i-if you get off me now," she attempted to talk him out of raping her, to no success she realized when he licked his lips again, almost as though he was enjoying the taste of hearing her beg.
Not bothering to respond to her, Mahito leaned down and began to kiss and bite at her neck, he learned that doing this will lead to arousal for the female, giving him more material to tease her with. He began an unpredictable pattern of licking, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin, holding it between his teeth for moments at a time to hear Y/N whimper and plead further. The curse ignored every word that left her mouth at this point, allowing himself to fully indulge in this sinful act he was now committed to. He kept this up for a while, eventually forcing a hand under Y/N's shirt to grab at her bare breast, immediately digging his nails into the soft flesh to force an extreme and entertaining reaction out of her.
"Hah! M-Mahito! P-please!"
He smirked into the nape of her neck, chucking lowly as he licked carefully, feeling Y/N shudder as his breath tickled her skin. He slid his tongue up to her earlobe, pausing when something salty hit his tongue. He retreated and noticed the girl below him was now sobbing quietly, tears flowing down the sides of her head and dampening the sheets beneath her.
"Such a pitiful sight..." Mahito breathed out, genuinely captivated by her hopelessly weeping because of him. It was in this moment he felt real arousal build up, he was no longer doing this to keep Y/N to himself, but also to satisfy his craving for her fear and despair.
Y/N gave up fully on trying to persuade him after seeing him entranced with her crying, realizing that nothing can save her at this point. She was about to suffer a fate worse than death, worse than being turned into a shapeless figure left to suffer for only a few measly minutes. Her sobbing intensified, even though she knew this only turned Mahito on more, thus slimming her chances of being let go even more if possible, she couldn't help it, she was completely unable to choke back anymore tears. Her body shook as she feebly cried, watching as the inhuman creature pinning her down slowly lapped at his lips like a hungry stray dog, leaning down to lick up the result of his treachery. Y/N turned her head away from his face, whining softly as she felt his tongue dance across her own face, making sure not to leave a single tear behind.
"Your anguish tastes so good." He whispered into her ear, but she hardly heard him, all she could hear were her own sobs and unsteady pulse.
Once satisfied, Mahito pushed himself up and stared down at the human he was tormenting, pride surfacing as he admired every dark bruise left behind by his relentless attack on her neck, as he watched more thick tears pour from her now dull eyes.
"You look so sad already, but I hardly did anything to you," this he was truly confused by, but enjoyed nonetheless. "Such a poor-spirited and weak human. Don't worry, I'll really start now."
As he said this, he raised an arm and watched as it slowly turned into a sharp, glistening blade. In an instant, he precisely slashed off Y/N's shirt and bra, watching with a glint of joy in his eyes as her breasts spilled out and bounced lightly, then tearing what was left of her clothes of with his other, free hand. For a moment, he admired the way her body looked, eyeing the soft skin of her belly and moving down to the hem of her skirt.
By now, the organ he needed to pull this off was throbbing under his own clothing, he could feel it twitching and oozing in anticipation already, the desire to just pull it out and get this over with was strong, clashing with his proclivity to make it as slow and agonizing as possible.
He fought it off for now, lifting Y/N's skirt onto her stomach, his eyes landing on the same spot he focused on earlier. This time, her thighs were trembling ever so slightly, and her pale coloured panties now stained with her own bodily fluids. Mahito couldn't help but moan softly at the sight, just minutes prior to this, her body seemed so pure, all that innocence now overwritten by the mess she already made of herself. Snapping himself out of it, the patchwork curse ran a finger along her leg, stopping just before her clothed entrance.
"I want to make this more fun before I start...I want us both to feel good."
At this point, Y/N stopped crying, just keeping her eyes shut as she felt Mahito strip her rather pretentiously and stare at her so hard she could almost feel it. When he made a small moaning sound, she braced herself and bit her lip hard enough for it to swell up, just for nothing to happen to her yet. When he claimed he wanted to make this "more fun", she almost scoffed. She knew this wasn't anything near fun for the both of them. Or at least she thought she knew. She heard an odd sound, provoking her to open her eyes again. The sight before her brought life back into her eyes and her soul, solely for the purpose of providing her with a proper fear response.
"T-theres! Theres two of you!"
She felt tears jumble up in her eyes again, watching in pure horror as one of the now two identical attackers of hers made his way up to her, stopping with his pelvic region right in her face. She felt him press a rather large bulge to her cheek and place a heavy hand on the back of her head. Y/N turned her face away. "No way! I-I'm not-"
Mahito watched as the clone of himself tormented Y/N, immediately pulling out his equally erect cock to shove into her mouth. Whilst that was happening, the original pulled the human's panties aside and admired the complexity of her genitalia. It was far different than what he had to give himself, but ended up having similar qualities as it too was dripping wet. Without second thought, Mahito greedily began lapping at her labia to tease, hearing her muffled cries just above. He peered up to see his doppelganger roughly thrusting into her throat, almost as though it were giving in to primal urges. With a sly grin, he went back to using his tongue on her sensitive pussy. With a few more experimental licks at the folds surrounding the entrance, the curse finally shoved the wet organ inside her, her thighs immediately closing around his face and hips buckling.
The heterochromic curse ate Y/N out far gracefully than his clone would, he came to this conclusion when he noticed it was still extremely concupiscent, pulling her head toward the base of his cock so her nose was pressed against the skin above it. It wasn't that bad of a sight, seeing tears run down the human's cheeks again and drool run down her chin, in fact, it had him crave to see more. Mahito enlarged his tongue inside Y/N and rubbed her throbbing clit with his thumb, watching her squirm pathetically, unable to do anything as she was being mercilessly throat fucked and eaten out at the same time. After at least 3 minutes of this, Mahito pulled his tongue out, generously circling his thumb on the most stimulating part of the girl's body still, and stared unamused at his doppel. He wanted his turn soon, growing impatient as he felt the heat in his pants grow more intense by the second.
Unable to hold himself back anymore, Mahito pushed his doppelganger to the side and had it swap places with him.
"You're already such a mess," he smirked at Y/N, who was coughing and catching her breath, shaking her head wildly. Not wanting to give her a chance to recover quite yet, the curse grabbed her head and forced himself into her mouth, groaning once he felt the sensation of something wet and warm wrapped around his penis. With a small huff, he pushed himself deeper into her throat, now understanding why his clone acted like a desperate animal in heat. The pleasure intensified when Y/N whimpered and gagged, sending vibrations through his cock, a new sensation he enjoyed very much. In a desperate attempt to get her to do it again, Mahito pinched her nose shut, and to his pleasure it worked as planned. The girl whined loudly, her first instinct being a pathetic attempt at breathing through her mouth, only making it seem like she was desperately sucking on the organ in her mouth.
"I don't know what you meant when you said you didn't want this earlier, clearly you do." Mahito teased, holding her nose closed a bit longer before finally letting go, smiling wide as she struggled to breathe right. He decided to give her mercy, pulling out of her mouth shortly after, watching her throw her head back as a response to still being orally pleasured herself.
Taking a step back, the curse watched as his clone tongue fucked Y/N, playing with himself all the while.
"Ma-Ma...hito!" Y/N panted. "I..I h-hate you!"
Upon hearing her defiance, the inhuman being signaled to his clone. Both Mahitos stripped down, the doppel taking Y/N and placing her down on his lap whilst the original faced her, placing a hand under her chin and tilting her head to look at him.
"Now, Y/N, the real fun begins." he said with an ice cold look in his eyes, licking his lips once more before taking ahold of her.
"N-no...You d-did enough! Please!" She was begging again.
Mahito ignored her plea, positioning her above his stiff, throbbing cock. She tried to jerk away, but was held up by the copy of the curse grabbing onto her from behind. "There's no point in struggling anymore, Y/N." He whispered into her ear, biting her earlobe after.
In a swift motion, the human girl was lowered onto Mahito's length, a shrill cry coming from her throat. The sound of her shrieking sent jolts of excitement through the curse's body, he wanted to hear more. Without giving Y/N's pussy time to adjust to the foreign object, Mahito thrust up into her rapidly, smiling as he saw the familiar glisten of blood on his penis as he did so.
"It hurts! It fucking hurts! S-sto-op!" cried Y/N, trying to scratch her attacker, fearful whimpers leaving her lips when she realized her nails weren't leaving any marks whatsoever. The pain Y/N felt was intense, it felt like she were shoving a cactus into herself, the sharp pain of her insides being stretched out so suddenly for her first time was sickening. She felt acid build up in her esophagus, but she immediately choked it back down upon feeling another unpleasant sensation. The second Mahito was rubbing his intimate part around the entrance of her anus, the precum on it soaking the puckered hole. "D-don't you dare! I-I promise I won't g-go anywhere, P-please just don't!"
Mahito found her begging rather annoying at this point, his hand wrapping around her neck to silence her. At the same time, his dopel inserted himself into her other hole, thrusting at a decent pace while digging his nails into the delicate skin on her waist. Now, double penetrated with a strong hand around her throat, Y/N was quiet, the only sounds leaving her lips being pathetic moans and sobs. Mahito grinned sinisterly as he had his penis grow larger inside the girl, watching her spasm and shake her head, trying to squirm her way free from being sandwiched like this. It amused him, seeing her behave such a way. A woman who once stood proudly with a bold temperament now being reduced to a fragile, desperate creature begging to be released from the grasp of something far beyond her comprehension. It was pathetic, and he liked pathetic.
"I hate you! I hah-hate you so mm-much!" She shrieked, her back involuntarily arching in response to being fucked not just vaginally, but anally as well, at the same time. This simple action provided Mahito to more access to her body, he bit down on one of her nipples, not knowing it was supposed to be a gentle nibble rather than a full chomp, eyes lighting up as Y/N cried out in pain, shivering intensely under his teeth. His doppelganger began to thrust into her harder, his grip on her waist tightening to the point blood dripped from where his fingernails dug into her. The both of them were satisfied when the human suddenly screamed out a familiar name, reaching a painful orgasm. Y/N felt a dull ache in her body as she released, it wasn't pleasurable at all. It felt extremely forced, but she hoped this would be enough to have herself set free, after all curses didn't need to cum, right? Hope sparked within her as Mahito pulled her body off of him, placing her back down on the bed. She covered her eyes, ashamed of herself for something that wasn't even her fault, just glad it was over. "Now, I want to have you all to myself," She heard the monstrous, inhuman creature say. She assumed that was it. He was satisfied. She was wrong. Mahito had made himself one again, grabbing Y/N's waist and flipping her onto her stomach. Now with the lust he had split in two combined once more, the curse slammed back into the girl wildly, groaning loudly as she tightened significantly around his cock. "W-what!? N-no! No more! S-sensi-tive!"
Y/N resisted a lot more now, there being only one individual there to hold her down. She kicked her legs to project herself forward and away from him, more desperate than before be out of his grasp. She didn't think it was possible for him to be more violent with her, tears and drool lining her chin and she attempted to crawl away from her abuser. Of course, it was all futile, as Mahito simply pinned her shoulders down to the bed, leaning over to bite down on her skin with such force, a familiar metallic taste filled his mouth right away. She shouted out as usual, but this time it was muffled by the pillow her face was shoved into. "Y/N," Mahito's brutal pounding was growing more sloppy and frantic. "Oh, Y/N, I know you won't try replacing me now." The girl knew what was coming. Horror ran through her. "A-anything but that...no...Not inside!"
He ignored her, moaning into her ear. "Y/N, you're mine forever now, no one else will ever touch you." Said woman tried to crawl away one last time, ignoring all her pain as she fought to escape. Her shoulder, her hips, her breast, her pussy. It all hurt so much thanks to the curse who was currently dominating her, none of it showing any signs of relief as long as he kept abusing her. Everything hurt so much, she didn't even realize she was almost on her second orgasm, again forced. "Y/N!" Mahito finally called out, pulling her close to him and thrusting deep into her as he came, the powerful feeling overwhelming him as he filled her up generously. In response, Y/N sobbed loudly and followed suite, her own orgasm blinding her for a moment, her heart beating viciously in her chest. Now panting, the patchwork curse stared down at the human he just railed, slowly pulling out of her, just to grin as he watched his load pour out of her. Proud of his work, Mahito let Y/N collect herself finally, shivering and crying still as she hugged herself, seeking any form of comfort and touch from anyone but him. But, such a thing wouldn't come to her. If no one saved her during the act, no one will save her after.
Y/N laid helplessly on her bed now, eyes wide with fear as she felt the only other individual nearby settle down beside her, yawning and making himself comfortable. Why did he get to be satisfied and proud, while she was left ashamed and afraid? She turned herself the best she could despite the pain she felt, staring at her rapist as he had his eyes shut, a content look on his face. It wasn't fair. But to him, fairness didn't matter. He couldn't, and didn't, care less. All he wanted was to keep bringing her fear, to make her feel inhuman and isolated due to shame. He was a curse, born from hatred spewed between people. She was part of said people. To him, he was only returning what she had put out.
Mahito opened his mouth to speak, breaking the deafening silence between them. "You'll never leave now, right?"