21 You played me

what should i do? should i bring a pregnancy stick today? i should buy it now and check whether i am pregnant or not. it will be a disaster if i become pregnant especially if it's kamiyama's child. having a kid is the last thing that i have in my mind. the second last thing is marriage. i don't ever want to get married or have kids.

i squat on the floor and hold my head. that kamiyama is out of his mind. i am an inexperienced person in bed matters. but, he knows about these things. don't tell me that he fucked all those women without condoms? did nobody get pregnant? he must have given them money to get rid of it.

i rub my temple. why i am so dumb? i should have brought condoms for him and force him to wear it. that guy didn't hold back when he was coming inside me repetitively. i will chop his dick if i become pregnant.

i need to talk to him first. i don't have his number. i can ask harumi for his number in the house.

i open the door and look out. i can't see harumi anywhere. she is usually always around. when i need her now, she has disappeared.

i need to talk to him urgently. i can talk to him when he comes back, right? i shake my head. i can't beat him up here. his grandmother will have a heart attack if she finds out that i am beating him up because he didn't use a condom during sex. that guy needs a hundred slaps.

"elder sister." his younger brother suddenly appears out of nowhere. i jump in surprise and step back away from him. i don't know what to say. he is eight years younger than me. he is in the third year of high school. he resembles his mother more than his father.

"what's wrong?" he smiles at me. his eyes are honest and clean.

i tell him with a neutral voice, "i am not your elder sister. you can call me by my name."

he blinks at me with surprise. "you are my half-sister."

i look away awkwardly when i see his eyes turn sad. i don't want to form a bond with him whether we share blood or not.

i ask him, "your name is takeshi, right? is everything okay at school?"

he peers at me with his brown eyes. "it's better than before. now, i know who are my true friends."

he is having a difficult time.

"i am glad that you still have friends. if you are bullied, tell your brother or go to another adult." i pause for a moment. "don't keep quiet about it."

i see a little bit of that kamiyama bastard in him when his eyes twinkles. "elder sister, i will come to you if anyone bullies me."

i purse my lips. this boy is more dangerous than that kamiyama bastard.

"do you have your brother's number?"

"he didn't give you his number yet?" he pulls out his phone from his pocket. "tell me your number. i will text his number to you."

i let out a sigh and share my number with him.

"elder sister, that's my number. don't forget to save it." he winks at me.

it's easier to deal with that kamiyama bastard than his younger brother.

***

kiyohira has just arrived in front of the kamiyama mansion when his phone rings. he picks it up without a second thought. only a few people know his personal number.

"kamiyama bastard, where are you?" his frowns when he hears her voice. her tone is low and seeping with anger. what happened now?

"i am in front of the house."

"don't come inside. i need to talk to you. i am coming outside." he hears her say.

"we can talk inside." he raises his dark brow. "is it something that you can't say there?"

"it's something that i can't do here."

kiyohira sees her coming out of the house. she looks to the right and the left to check if anyone is watching them. he wonders what is this about.

"what did you want to say?" he asks her quietly. she gives him a sarcastic smile and raises her hand to slap him. this time, kiyohira is prepared. he grasps her hand before it can land on his cheek.

he pulls her closer to him. "do you like my face so much that you keep finding excuses to touch it?"

her face twists in anger. her teeth might fall off if she gnashes them so much. she stomps on his feet, but that has a little desirable effect. he snorts and tosses her inside the car.

"what are you doing?" she screams.

he doesn't answer her. he drives the car away from the mansion. she scowls at him and mumbles a number of obscenities. he ignores her.

"why didn't you use a condom?" she snarls at him.

"i don't like using them," he replies condescendingly.

"asshole." she strikes his shoulder furiously. "are you out of your mind? what will happen to your family's reputation if i become pregnant?"

he takes a right turn. they should arrive there in two minutes.

"if you become pregnant, i will take care of it."

she closes her mouth. when kiyohira said that he will take care of it, he meant that he will take care of her and the child. but, she takes a completely opposite meaning.

"what will become of my body?" she looks at him, wide-eyed. "if we do that, my body will get harmed. i don't like pain."

"a lot of women go through pain." kiyohira thinks that she is talking about childbirth. "i will get the best doctors for you and make sure that it doesn't cause pain to you."

"no, wait!" she grabs her hair in frustration. "why is it hard for you to wear a condom? it makes our life easier."

he stops the car in front of the hotel. "we are here."

she looks at the building. it is a five-star hotel. does he want to spend the night together with her here? she won't let him touch her if he doesn't wear a condom.

"come." he drags her along with him. men and women are dressed in fine clothes. she has no doubt that they are from the higher class society. she looks down at her dirty clothes. she pulls her hood to hide her face and follows kiyohira wordlessly. they don't speak a word in the elevator.

her head is hung low. he can't see her face. when the elevator door opens to the rooftop, a man in a black suit and a professional smile approaches them first.

"mr kamiyama. please come with me. i have a perfect place ready for you."

***

i look at the dazzling city. it looks like glittering stars on earth.

"like it?" i hear him ask. i wonder if he took my 'cute, caring, and doting wife' roleplay seriously. does he think that i like him? this feels like a date. i start to feel guilty.

"it's pretty."

this kamiyama bastard is a player, right? he wants me to fall for him and follow him around. he wants to use my body like i am his personal prostitute. i am sure that he wants to add me in his personal harem.

i feel less guilty now. i am sure that he is fucking his assistant too.

"mr kamiyama, it's been a long time." the chef suddenly appears before us. "is this a special occasion?"

"we are just here for dinner," kamiyama tells him. the chef glances at me. i hide my face deeper. am i the only one who is worried about getting caught? if someone sees us, they are bound to misunderstand. this guy keeps grumbling about the reputation of the kamiyama family. but, he isn't worried now.

"we will have the chef's special."

"you always order that, mr kamiyama."

"i trust your skills."

it seems that the chef and this kamiyama bastard have a good relationship. they chat a little more more. the waiter serves the wine. i don't touch the glass.

"look." when we are finally alone, i rest my elbows on the table. it's time to have a serious discussion. "i don't like eating pills. so, it has to be you. you have to wear condoms."

he raises his brow. "i am not forcing you to eat pills. why must i wear condoms?"

i clear my throat and start presenting my reasons. "a woman bleeds monthly with menstrual cramps. losing virginity hurts. when she becomes pregnant, she has to go through the pain of childbirth. what about you, men? you don't suffer in any case. a boner is nothing compares to monthly menstrual cramps or the pain of childbirth. an abortion hurts nothing less. so, it gotta be you who should be wearing condoms."

he takes a deep breath. "what if i don't?"

"we can't continue having sex," i tell him sternly. the chef appears just then. he serves the food and goes away after some polite words.

it happens to fast. kamiyama gets up. his each step is loud when he comes to my side. he clasps my jaw and forces the food inside my mouth using a spoon. he covers my mouth with his palm and glares at me.

"i know that you played me." he spats out the words in rage. "you seduced me because you didn't want to eat food. i want to see how stubborn you can get. i won't let you go until you swallow it."