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Sexual content
Rape
Humiliation
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Image 1: While this depicts a rape scene from the story, nothing explicit is shown
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“…ask him to come to my room.”
In his room, RJ7 was playing back video letters sent from all over the country and watching them one by one. He summoned Machiavelli as if something had come to mind.
“Do you mean bring…him?”
Machiavelli’s puzzled voice answered over the intercom.
“That’s right.”
“But…”
“I don’t mind. If Char comes back, I’ll talk to him.”
Ignoring the bewildered Machiavelli, RJ7 forcefully turned off the switch. He then continued playing the video letter discs.
The content of the messages, ranging from concern for Garma’s health to petitions and even marriage proposals, was always the same, and nothing attracted RJ7’s attention. Yet opening all the gifts that came in, receiving the bouquets, reading the letters, and occasionally writing a reply was a big job for him.
In between such daily routines, RJ7 sometimes felt dissatisfied with this peaceful top position, feeling that what he wanted was different. Together with Char, he wanted to work for the Republic of Zeon and the Zeon army. However, the resurrected Garma declared that he would never get involved with the military again. By having Garma declare that, Char was able to stifle the pursuit of him as the sole survivor of the Zabi family, as the man responsible for the war.
There were times when RJ7 thought that Char had done something unnecessary. He felt a sense of urgency to get a job that suited his abilities.
“I’ve brought him….”
RJ7, who was starting to become slightly irritated, looked back at the voice.
Garma and Machiavelli were standing at the door.
The reason why it had taken so long after RJ7 gave the order was because Machiavelli was too cautious.
“You’re late…”
RJ7 moved to the sofa and signaled for Machiavelli to go.
“How are you feeling?”
After watching Machiavelli leave the room, he beckoned Garma.
He knew it couldn’t be good. Surely he must still be recovering from last night’s violence.
RJ7 forcefully made Garma sit down beside him and held him by the shoulders.
“S-stop…think about the place, and your position…”
Garma was alarmed when the outstretched hand slowly opened his shirt and began to touch his skin directly. However, despite Garma’s concerns, RJ7 pressed his wet lips against Garma’s neck.
“RJ7 (Garma)!?”
Even if he tried to escape, the strong power of the android held him down as if binding him, making it impossible for him to move.
RJ7 moved the tip of his tongue against the nape of the neck little by little, tracing Garma’s sensitive area. At the same time, he used his other free hand to undo Garma’s front.
“Stop!”
Garma shouted.
Undeterred, and with a forceful motion, RJ7 slid his hand in.
“Stop it, in a place like this…”
RJ7 started to caress Garma, holding him down as he struggled against the groping.
As he began to be gently fondled, Garma’s body could no longer hide its reaction.
“Please… stop, I’m begging you…”
Garma put both of his hands on RJ7’s and tried to force him to let go. However, Garma’s resistance was insignificant in the face of the overwhelming power. Even though he knew that all too well, he was desperate.
Suddenly the phone beside them rang, interrupting their struggle.
RJ7 released a hand that was holding Garma and pressed the loudspeaker button. At the same time, Char’s image appeared on the display.
“Hey Char, what are you doing at this hour?”
Char didn’t respond to RJ7’s question, instead looking at Garma from the other side of the screen.
“…What’s the meaning of this, RJ7?”
“Nothing, I was bored, so I invited him over.”
Garma casted his eyes downward, avoiding Char’s gaze.
RJ7’s fingers wriggled between Garma’s legs, hidden by the table. They slowly traced the sensitive area, squirming their way deep inside. Char noticed that Garma’s slender, well-shaped eyebrows were twisted painfully, the sudden invasion causing him great distress.
RJ7 continued to talk to Char on the screen in a matter-of-fact manner, but Garma no longer knew what they were saying. The fingers wriggled lewdly deep within, making him lose his reason.
The disintegration begins with the addition of knowing and skillful caresses. Unable to endure it, Garma bit his lip, silenced his voice, and gave into the moment…
As soon as Char disappeared from the screen, Garma collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted. RJ7 slowly pulled out the fingertips that were still inside and licked them lasciviously.
“Now it’s your turn to please me.”
RJ7 gave the command with an imposing stance.
“I’ll treat you…like the whore you’ve always been.”
“A…ah…”
RJ7’s hand grabbed Garma’s center, five long fingers entwined around it.
“…rma, have you ever wondered?”
The voice whispering in his ear was his own.
A ring formed with the index finger and thumb tightened around the base of Garma, while the remaining fingers and palm stimulated the young stem as he stroked it. At the same time, the other hand advanced to the back, touched the already loosened folds of his vital point, and began to playfully knead the sensitive mucous membrane.
“Ah…ah…”
Garma’s body, pressed and held down, arched back like a bow, bringing their chests even closer together. The moist tip of his tongue bit and licked Garma’s earlobe.
That tongue then whispered,
“Have you ever thought? With Char, do you want to sleep with Char?”
“Wha-“
Garma looked at RJ7, momentarily at a loss for words.
“What do you think? Did you ever once want to be in Char’s arms?”
Garma let out a shudder of disgust, horrified by the relentless questioning.
RJ7’s lips met Garma’s, which were open in a pained manner. Garma tilted his head in an attempt to escape, but at the mercy of a kiss so close as to suck out his tongue and bite him, he eventually was forced to accept RJ7.
From the moment he accepted it, every time they touched each other, he felt a pleasant sensation like a tingling, electric current.
The two identical faces gazed at each other, their mouths joined together as if two halves of the same visage.
RJ7, faithful to his desires, slid down over Garma’s body, and this time, the center that had been caught in the ring of his fingers was placed in his lips.
“U…”
Garma moaned as his flesh writhed in the hot oral cavity.
Furthermore, as RJ7’s tongue and teeth created a strong stimulus, Garma bit his index finger, perhaps in an attempt to compose his leaking voice.
“Ah…u….ah…”
But his gasps escaped, his lower abdomen rippled with lewdness, the lascivious feel of fingers groping inside, and the heat from the front, drove Garma into an unbearable frenzy.
RJ7 sucked up Garma and swallowed his desire.
He then pulled him up, still panting from the afterglow, and had him lie face down with his hands on the back of the sofa. While pulling out his fingers, and right before the walls of flesh could close, he mounted Garma from behind. The hard, protruding RJ7 pushed in.
“Uuu……..”
Garma moaned as the tip entered, the size and forcefulness incomparable to the fingers, but once it was in, his enticing cavern accepted the intrusion as if it had been waiting for it. Not only that, the stimulation of spreading and rubbing as it was inserted by RJ7 aroused Garma, and he eventually surrendered his body and mind to it.
Their overlapping images reflected in the mirror on the opposite wall.
Same face, same hair, same body.
It showed Garma, being violated by Garma, agonized by the dizzying feeling of humiliation but moaning in pleasure.
This is my punishment. This is the punishment that I, who trusted him and loved him as a friend, must receive, Garma thought to himself in the mirror.
Even though it’s understood to be punishment, the mirror does not conceal the image of the body’s pleasure.
And now, in the same mirror, was Char.
Garma’s whole body stiffened with a start, and RJ7 overlapping him also noticed that Char had entered.
“Char, g-get out!”
With RJ7 still mounted from behind, Garma yelled at Char.
Char was unphased.
He had once caught him in the act with Tony. He knew everything that Garma had been doing while living as Lady. In particular, Char had heard directly from him about the horrifying acts that Colonel Milva had forced him to do.
At this point, it was not that Garma couldn’t stand to be seen like this. But he couldn’t help but scream because he was being seen in the act with none other than RJ7.
He was learning the pleasure of being raped by himself. Having his sordid figure seen by Char was an indescribable humiliation.
However, RJ7 did not stop thrusting.
Garma’s rejection, Garma’s pain, Garma’s anguish were ignored, as if a tacit understanding had been exchanged between Char and RJ7. Eventually, even in the midst of his humiliation, Garma was forced to the bursting point as the pleasure rose in his body.
In the bright, afternoon light of RJ7’s bedroom, Garma was tied with his hands behind his back to one of the four pillars supporting the bed canopy. Standing by the window, Char’s shadow stretched out by the afternoon sun reached him, bound to the edge of the bed.
And the completely naked RJ7 was seducing Char Aznable.
RJ7 wrapped his arms around Char’s neck. The red, specially tailored military uniform of Char and the white, naked body of RJ7 were a bewitching contrast.
His fingers opened the collar of Char’s uniform, and soon their bodies slowly sank to the bed in front of Garma.
RJ7, now a vivid purple-haired beast, clung in his ivory-colored nakedness.
If that was me…
Garma closed his eyes.
“Haven’t you ever wanted to be in Char’s arms?”
That’s what RJ7 had asked.
He couldn’t have missed Garma’s reaction and dismay at that moment.
RJ7 would not have failed to notice. RJ7 could not have failed to think of it.
Deep adolescent friendships also include fantasies of physical coitus.
Garma couldn’t help but shudder in front of the nightmarish reality that was about to unfold.
“Char…”
The whispering, spoiled voice of RJ7 called out. He was draped over Char, who was lying on his bed.
Even his luscious white back and purple hair were moving up and down in a lewd manner.
“Ah…Char…”
Occasionally, RJ7 would lick Char up to the tip and remove it from his mouth, calling out his name in an admiring, wet, gasp-like voice.
“Char…”
RJ7 cried out in a flirtatious, nasally tone as his body was moved on top of Char.
With his fingertips, he lovingly wrapped around Char’s everything and tried to show it off to Garma behind him. Garma attempted to avert his gaze, but RJ7 wouldn’t allow it.
“Watch us!”
RJ7, who could not help but let out an exclamation as he gave the order, squeezed it even harder, guiding him to his center and slowly sat down. RJ7 welcomed Char’s tip into a body filled with joy, anticipation, and fear.
“A-ah….”
Char, lying on his back, did not move and let RJ7 do as he pleased.
RJ7 gasped in shock as Char’s upward presence began to be buried in the white, seductive valley.
“A-ah…ah…ah…ah!”
Finally, Char’s hands wrapped around RJ7’s waist. With a gentle, quiet movement, but in fact holding back his full strength, the thrusting began.
“Ah-!”
Garma was horrified by RJ7’s scream.
“A-ah, Char!”
RJ7 groaned in pain for the first time.
He intended to guide Char to his will, but now his position has changed. At the mercy of Char’s manhood, an irresistible feeling of masochistic pleasure was born inside him.
“Aaah…nnn, Char, Char!”
The screams had turned into nasal gasps at the boiling sensation.
“Ah, ah….nnnn, ah…..”
RJ7 began to sway his hips as he clung to Char Aznable. The white back and valley of his body were wet with bewitching sweat as he let out a sweet, flirtatious, and seductive moan.
“Uuu, ah, uuu…!”
As Char moved his hips freely from below and skillfully caught up, RJ7, finally unable to match the pace, arched his upper body and moaned loudly, then suddenly reached the peak and collapsed.
The limp RJ7 lay on the bed, supported by Char.
After a luscious moment that seemed to melt and flow like honey all over his body, RJ7 was exhausted and satisfied, but Char had not yet achieved his goal.
Char gently let go of RJ7’s drooping body, stood up and approached Garma without even trying to hide the fierce protrusion between his legs. Garma, tied to the post behind him, had no way to escape.
Char grabbed hold of that purple hair, and forced his face to look down, showing off his manhood.
“…”
Garma tried to turn his face away, but Char Aznable’s strength prevented him from doing so.
“…lick it.”
With a creak, the bed bent, and RJ7, noticing Char’s voice, cast a melancholy look at him.
“Didn’t you hear me? With your lips and tongue, I’m telling you to lick it clean, Garma.”
Char’s scheme to wipe away the aftermath of the act with RJ7 with Garma’s lips caused RJ7 to rise, and his eyes lit up.
“Come on, you can do it, right Lady?”
Char referred to Garma as Lady.
“Hehehehe….”
An uncontrollable chuckle escaped from the bed.
Seeing Garma, who had turned pale at Char’s request and looked like he was about to lose his breath from the shock at any moment, was also comforting for RJ7.
And Char, without waiting for permission, twisted into Garma’s upturned lips.
“Uu…”
A muffled groan escaped from Garma, and he nearly resisted, but Char’s power overcame him.
Char buried himself in those pale lips. Holding Garma’s chin down with his other hand to prevent him from moving, Char began to slowly use his hips in front of him.
Tears of anguish spilled from Garma’s tightly closed eyes.
Gripping his hair, Char moved Garma’s head toward him with force, creating a new pleasurable sensation.
Rocked by Char’s increasingly violent movements, Garma gasped in choking agony as a hot torrent slammed into the back of his throat.
His stomach ached from vomiting.
After waking up in his own bed, he was struck by Char’s bitter taste, and reminded of his suffering, had run to the bathroom in a fit of nausea.
“…How are you feeling?”
When he returned to bed, Char Aznable’s butler Machiavelli called out to Garma, as if he had been waiting for him. He had been monitoring Garma in another room, but knowing he threw up in the bathroom, must have rushed in to check on him.
“…medicine.”
Garma didn’t want to ask for help, but it would be foolish to be stubborn.
“…My stomach hurts, please bring me some medicine.”
As long as the discomfort lasts, he will be reminded of that moment… and that would be more difficult.
“Yes, sir. I’ll bring it right over.”
No sooner had Machiavelli left his bedside than he heard something from behind him.
“If it’s medicine you need, I brought some.”
It was Char’s calm voice.
Char signaled to Machiavelli that he could step back, and he approached Garma’s bedside, placing the water jug and medicine bottle he had brought with him on the side table. Then he sat down in a nearby chair.
“Your stomach hurts from vomiting too much, right? Take this medicine.”
Garma didn’t answer.
“I was surprised.”
But then to those words, Garma responded.
“You say you were surprised? That I’m bad at such a thing even though I was a male prostitute…..?”
“…Yes, I thought you would have handled it better.”
Crossing his legs once more, Char continued.
“Are you not used to it?”
It was a disgusting phrase, yet Char said it without hesitation.
Garma still did not reply, but he turned over to face Char, then got up with slow, easy movements so as not to strain his stomach.
“It’s a good drug. No side effects either…”
When Garma was ready to take the medicine, Char took out the pill and poured a glass of cool, refreshing water from the pitcher and handed it to him. Their fingertips touched as they passed the glass to each other, but Garma took it without hesitation and swallowed the pill.
Then, deflecting Char’s hand, which was about to accept the glass back, he returned it to the table on his own, before responding to his first question.
“…it’s not that I’m not used to it.”
Because it was Char, Garma overreacted.
“Well, that’s fine. I’m looking forward to next time.”
Garma was overwhelmed by Char’s words as he stood up and left.
End of Part 6