Tasuki was in Hotohori and Nuriko’s new home—a nice double-storey bungalow which was situated just a few streets away from Rekka-Shin Apartment so that Nuriko could still go over and collect rent every month while checking up on things. Hotohori had earned enough to move out and they had a rather simple housewarming party to celebrate the move. Now Tasuki, with Chichiri in his arms, was sitting on the sofa of their Western-designed living room and had just done confessing his deep, dark secret of his affair with his man-cat and was waiting for Nuriko and Hotohori’s reaction over this.
“I just don’t know who else to turn to. I had to let someone know about this, or I might just burst trying to keep this all in to myself. You’re the only people I can trust.”
“I see what you mean but…” Nuriko laughed nervously and shook her head. “Damn, Tasuki, I mean you and Chichiri…omae, shinjiru narenai ne…”
“Are you sure? I mean, about keeping the kittens?” Hotohori asked in concern. “Having a secret affair with your pet is one thing, but to have kids with it, it’s just…well…”
“Unheard of?” Tasuki finished his sentence. “I know we shouldn’t even be indulging into this stuff, not like what Chiriko had done, but somehow it was because of Chiriko that we finally realized our feelings for each other. God, I’m beginning to feel like I’m turning into Chiriko the 2nd or something.”
“Nonsense, Tasuki!” Nuriko scolded as she slapped him on the shoulder. “You are nowhere near Chiriko the 2nd. His feelings for Chichiri were purely possessiveness and not true love. He wanted to keep Chichiri for himself without ever thinking about what would happen if he were to be found out or even Chichiri’s future for that matter. You, on the other hand, knew what you’re up against and you’re willing to risk everything for it. You’re even willing to let Chichiri keep the kittens even though you know that sooner or later it would land you into trouble. Now that’s true love. I bet if Chiriko were to be into the situation as you are right now, he would’ve forced an abortion solution down Chichiri regardless if it was consumable for animals or not.”
“She’s right, Tasuki,” Hotohori chided in. “It’s a very brave and honourable thing you did just now. Not a lot of men are willing to take the responsibility of fatherhood for their spouses. They would just hand in the paycheck to their partners and run off without saying sayonara. They wouldn’t even do it for their human spouses, let alone someone who a total different species from you. You’re better than they are put together.”
“Arigatogozaimas…You guys understand my situation so much…”
“Hey, our situation are pretty much the same queer level as yours,” Nuriko winked humorously. “Of course we understand your situation. I must say, I envy your Chichiri being able to conceive. Maybe I should consider another surgery to make myself a hermaphrodite too or something…”
“I’m just glad you are what you are now,” Hotohori grinned as he sweatdropped. “Remember we’re still in line for adoption.”
“Yeah, but it still sounds cool having your own flesh and blood. So, how far is he now?”
“About 2 and a half months, coming to 3,” Tasuki said as he lay a hand on Chichiri’s slightly grown tummy. “The vet said Chichiri’s pregnancy would last for about 7 month, give or take, and there could be at least 4 kittens inside him.”
“Four! Oh, how sweet! You guys are gonna be quadruplets’ parents! Isn’t it sweet, Hoto-chan?”
“It sure is.”
“Minna-san…You are the only people alive who know about this. Not even the vet knows who the real father is, so, uh, I would appreciate it if…”
“Don’t worry,” Nuriko said as she made a lip-sealing gesture. “Your secret is safe with us.”
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Chiriko sat in the study with liquor bottles displayed all over on the table. He had practically emptied the shelf of its contents and had started working on the booze one by one. And if that’s not enough, he even went down to the underground cellar where he store the wine and where he tried to keep Chichiri prisoner and brought up every wine he could get his hands on and finished them all one by one. So far, half of the stored wine in the underground cellar was down his gut.The 12-year-old boy genius tycoon was a wreck. Ever since he saw from Chichiri himself that he was not his choice of a koibito, everything his world ever revolved in crumbled down. Nothing else seemed to interest him anymore. He stopped going to work, letting his second-in-command help run the show, and he became a total recluse. He refused to talk to friends or family and would only ask for his servants when he was hungry or if he needed his bath prepared. Sometimes he could go for days without eating or sleeping until his butler had to force feed and drag him into the bathroom. His otosan and okasan did try to ask him how he was doing and what was it that made him so anti-social nowadays, but seeing that their son wasn’t talking, they shrugged their shoulders and went back with their businesses, hoping that time would heal his wounds. Looks like it was back to the lonely life he used to lead for years to come.
He had been leading a lonely life ever since he was born and diagnosed as a child prodigy. Everyday was the same: waking up, going to school and be envied at for being smarter than they are and occasionally bullied, winning competitions and getting both admiration and hate mail at the same time, coming back to an empty house where his otosan maybe on another business trip and his okasan on another social gathering party, then when he started working, having to manage so many incompetent people and attend so many meetings until even his brain juice gets drained, and then the day starts all over again. Ever since he saw Chichiri that fateful day at Mitsukake’s Lil’ Petshop, his life changed. He had something—someone, to be exact—to look forward to. He had found someone who made his life worth living for. He finally found the purpose he had long been seeking ever since he began to understand life. His monotonous life never seemed that boring anymore as he had a mission, a goal to reach: to have Chichiri to complete the missing half of his life. Having Chichiri by his side was the happiest thing that ever happened to him. And now it was gone. All gone. And his life was back to the way it used to be—monotonous and meaningless.
It’s true when the saying goes, ‘The person you love the most is the one who can hurt you the most.’
As he was about to pour another glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, he suddenly felt a tug at his hand that held the glass, flinging the poor thing and crashed it into a million pieces. Someone else grabbed the wine bottle from his hand and dragged him along with the other person holding his other hand. They both dragged the kicking and screaming intoxicated Chiriko down the long hallway and into his president-suite style bedroom and all the way into his already filled Jacuzzi bathtub. With one strong shove, Chiriko found himself submerged into the icy cold water and struggling to breathe. In the midst of his struggle underwater, he could hear the muffled voices talking to each other amusingly above his head.
“Are you sure this is going to work, oni-chan?”
“I’m sure, ottota. This would definitely clear his head a little. It always works in the movies. Just a few more seconds will do.”
Sure enough, a few seconds later (which felt like an eternity to Chiriko), the two strangers pulled Chiriko out of the water. Chiriko coughed and spluttered, trying to blink away the water that were still in his eyes and see who the bastards that almost killed him were. They were no other than his black-sheep-of-the-family cousins Amiboshi and Suboshi.
“Ku…Kuso!” Chiriko gasped and tried to force himself to vomit out some of the water he had swallowed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing! Are you guys trying to kill me or something? God, I think I got a headache! I need a drink…”
“Okawari, oni-chan?” Amiboshi asked with mischief in his tone.
“Hai, ottota,” Suboshi nodded before quickly dunking Chiriko’s head back into the bathtub. This time they held him down longer and watched and laughed as Chiriko flung and tossed and turned frantically to get out of his tight situation and avoid drowning. About more than 20 seconds later, they finally pulled the poor Chiriko out and flung him a towel at his face to dry up. Chiriko went into another fit of coughing, spluttering, induced vomiting and gasping for breath before taking the towel to wipe his face. Suboshi and Amiboshi gave each other a high-five and shared the bottle of wine they confiscated from Chiriko.
“Need a drink?” Amiboshi asked jokingly.
“No, thank you very much,” Chiriko glared at him grudgingly. “I think I’m awake now.”
“Wanna make sure?” Suboshi asked, jerking his head towards the Jacuzzi.
“Don’t even think about it,” Chiriko muttered. “What the hell are you two doing here anyway? And what was that for? If you want a drink you can always just ask. No need to make a drowned victim out of me. Not that I’m gonna stop you or anything.”
“Of course you’re not gonna stop us,” Amiboshi replied as he took a sip out of the bottle. “Look at yourself. You barely even know we came into the room until we grabbed you. We knocked the door just as you asked us to, but you didn’t seem to hear us. We had to sober the booze out of you somehow.”
“Besides, we wouldn’t have done this if your okasan didn’t ask for our help,” Suboshi said as he poked the 12-year-old’s head. “She was pretty worried about you. She mentioned about your sudden reclusive attitude during one of our performances in another of her fancy tea parties, and she assumed that we’re pretty much very close since we actually and finally are in speaking terms. She wanted us to see if we could do something about your condition, and well, here we are!”
“I shudder to think that I have to thank you for this,” Chiriko murmured, taking off his wet clothes. “I never thought that okasan would even bother to acknowledge me. She seemed to be too busy with her social gatherings and her so-called missionary work to give me or otosan any loving thought. Surprising that she’s still even married to otosan. Damn, I think I need a bath too.”
“You’d be even more surprised than you think you are,” Amiboshi said as he toasted the bottle at him. He grinned as he watched Chiriko taking off his underwear. He gestured it to his twin and he looked at him too with earnest. Chiriko realized he was being watched and quickly brought a towel around his lower body.
“Chotto do mitaiyo, minna-san. I’m trying to take a bath here.”
“Hey, no problem,” Suboshi shrugged as he moved away from the Jacuzzi and gestured Chiriko to get in. “Just pretend we’re not here. We’re used to such stuff. We’ve seen worse, you know.”
“Yeah,” Amiboshi agreed as he wrapped his arm around his twin affectionately and kissed his cheek tenderly. “We’ve definitely seen worse. Yours don’t surprise us one bit. Just pretend we’re not here.”
“Do your parents know about you two?” Chiriko asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust at their display.
“Oh, come on, incest is not that uncommon,” Suboshi returned his brother’s kiss. “You should’ve seen those history photos we researched on the China war. Damn, when those brothers and cousins who were together in war got caught in the middle of the cold storm, the skin they exposed to keep each other was just colossal! Definitely out of this world, I can tell you that.”
“Oni-chan, come to think of it, we haven’t had a bath since our last performance just now at the school fair. How’s about we have a little dunk in ourselves too?” Amiboshi asked as he watched Chiriko refilling the tub with warm water and adding bathing scent powder and bath bubble solution.
“Ottota, you know it’s not nice to dunk in without our cousin’s permission. It’s his house after all. We can always use the bathroom in the guestroom.”
“But his bathroom looks nicer, way much more posh than the guestroom’s. Onegai…”
Suboshi let out an exaggerated sigh and gave Chiriko who was now in the tub sighing as he slowly lowered himself into the warm water, “Chiriko? Is it OK if…?”
“Don’t even think about it,” Chiriko glared at him.
“Oh, come on, cousin. If you don’t, I won’t hear the end of it from my ottota…”
“Don’t you ‘oh, come on’ me, Suboshi. First you guys tried to persuade me into following your so-called ‘detour’, which got me into this depressing situation, then you tried to drown me for no particular reason whatsoever, then you flaunt me with your incest behaviour, now you want to share a tub with me. Ie, my cousins. I may not have anything against your choice of relationship—I know mine is out-of-the-ordinary enough—and I’m willing to forgive you for sharing my booze without my permission and suggesting that stupid ‘detour’ idea in the first place, but I’m not going to continue fraternizing with the likes of you two by indulging to your whims and fancies ever again. You got me into this mess and you guys sure as hell are not going to help me get out of it, so just go away and leave me alone! Konaide, the both of you! The guestroom bathroom is just downstairs, if you must.”
“Alright,” Suboshi shrugged and looked apologetically at Amiboshi who was pouting, “I tried, ottota dearest. He just doesn’t want us around. I suppose we’ll have to take our bath in the guestroom.”
“Do we have to…?” Amiboshi whined.
“Shikatanaiwa, ottota. I suppose the news about Chichiri’s update has to wait.”
“Nani? Is there something wrong with Chichiri?”
The twins smiled secretly to each other. They’ve finally got Chiriko’s attention. Their third person conversation always does the trick. They pretended not to hear Chiriko and was prepared to leave when Chiriko stopped them in their tracks.
“Chotto matte yo! What happened to Chichiri? Is there something bad going on? Did Tasuki-kun mistreat Chichiri in any way? You gotta tell me! I need to know!”
“Then is the offer still open?” Amiboshi asked eagerly.
Chiriko hesitated for a while. He should’ve known this was another one of their traps to give in with what they want. No wonder his otosan didn’t like their family. Just as manipulative and conniving as their good-for-nothing, music-loving otosan, his otosan used to say whenever they had to chance to eat together in the dinner table like a real family. But he needed to know about Chichiri. He had been such a recluse for so long that he hadn’t heard word about Chichiri’s progress with Tasuki. He was too overcome with grief and heartbrokenness to even want to know about Chichiri. He assumed that he must’ve been leading a wonderful life without him in the picture. Now that someone was willing to give him a small piece of news from his beloved, how could he resist?
“I know I’m gonna regret this,” Chiriko muttered as he made way for the twins to undress and jump in. They did just that. Almost seconds later, you could see two naked young teenagers enjoying the bubbly Jacuzzi bath with a minute pre-teen sitting just across them, looking at them both in awkwardness and annoyance.
“Come on, cousin. Don’t give us that look,” Suboshi said as he took a sip of the wine bottle he was still holding before passing it to his twin. “We only meant the best for you.”
“Spare me the sappy stuff,” Chiriko growled. “Just tell me what I need to know.”
“You’re not going to like it though,” Amiboshi warned.
“Spit it! Hayaku!”
“You asked for it,” Suboshi sighed and shrugged in mock defeat. “You see, our poor Afghan-breed dog got a little cold two days ago and we sent him to the vet. You know, the one opened by two of your otosan’s high school classmates husband and wife Tokaki and Subaru? Well, as they examined our Afghan, we had a little small talk and sharing gossips and all that and we suddenly discovered something rather interesting.”
“It turned out that our Tasuki-kun,” Amiboshi paused to take a sip from the wine bottle before continuing, “our Tasuki-kun had brought Chichiri to the vet almost near closing time in a state of emergency. Poor Chichiri looked like he seen a ghost or something, coz he was as pale as one and he was in a bout of fever and vomiting and all that. Subaru gave him an injection to stop the vomiting urge and did a check-up on him with Tokaki while Tasuki-kun waited outside. When the results came out, even we were in for a shock.”
“Nande? Nandeska? What happened to Chichiri?” Chiriko asked worriedly. “Tumour? Cancer? Virus? Flu? Just cut the chase and tell me what the hell is going on!”
“Are you sure you want to hear this?” Suboshi asked.
“Suboshi…” Chiriko growled warningly.
“Oni-chan, stop playing with him,” Amiboshi slapped his twin’s chest playfully. “He’s really worried, you know. You see, Chiriko-chan, Tokaki was rather reluctant to tell us coz of all the patient confidentiality and all. But after we swore that we wouldn’t tell—we had our fingers crossed, of course—they revealed to us that…”
“Your dear ol’ Chichiri-chan’s pregnant,” Suboshi finished his twin’s word and they both waited for Chiriko’s expected reaction.
“P…Pregnant…?” Chiriko stared at each twin in disbelief. “I…Ie…It can’t be! Uso! You’re lying!”
“I wish we were, but it’s the truth, cousin dearest. Tokaki explained to us about the real anatomy of man-cats and basically, they’re all born hermaphrodites, so it is possible for Chichiri to get pregnant. Rather complicated stuff, but we pretty much get the picture on how man-cats’ mating and reproducing ritual goes. Looks like your little Chichiri took his blissful moment one step further,” Amiboshi said with a sly tone. Definitely not the kind of tone to lighten the situation.
“Ottota, that’s just mean,” it was Suboshi’s turn to slap his twin’s chest. “But honestly, Chiriko, it really doesn’t take a genius to figure out to whom those kittens inside Chichiri belongs to, you know.”
Chiriko didn’t need to think too far of what had already hit home. His face darkened and his eyes seemed like there was fire burning behind it. Anger seemed to churn and boil within Chiriko as he thought about how Tasuki violated and impregnated his Chichiri who was meant for him. If he had known better and earlier about Chichiri’s anatomy, he would’ve beaten Tasuki to it. Now the kittens inside Chichiri that was supposed to belong to him belonged to his most hated enemy.
This was an unacceptable reality for him.
“I want Chichiri back, no matter what it takes, and I want that lousy bastard son of a bitch eliminated with whatever means necessary,” Chiriko breathed his words with a vengeance. The twins gave each other a knowing smile.
“Thought you would never ask,” Suboshi grinned.
“Don’t worry, cousin dear, we have it all under control.” Amiboshi said as he handed Chiriko the bottle of wine which Chiriko drained within minutes. “We feel your pain as soon as we heard the news; we would want nothing more than to help you. Suboshi already has a plan. Just leave everything to him.”
“But our help comes with a price though. We didn’t ask you the last time, and we want it now.”
“Oni-chan, you don’t mean…?” Amiboshi asked with an eager, seductive smile on his face, with his twin nodding in reply.
“Anything. Name your price,” Chiriko replied without hesitation.
Suboshi and Amiboshi exchanged looks before coming towards Chiriko. Without warning, Chiriko could feel the twins’ hands caressing his body and fondling his length. Chiriko’s breath hitched as he felt one of the twins’ hands gripping his length and adding pressure to it every second. Amiboshi reached over and suckled his nipples in turn, while Suboshi leaned over to nibble Chiriko’s ear.
“Ami…Subo…” Chiriko couldn’t speak coherently with the sensation he’s being bombarded with. “Nani…?”
“I’m sure you understand by now,” Suboshi said as he carried Chiriko and sat him on his lap, “what kind of price we’re asking for.”
“Non-negotiable,” Amiboshi added as he clambered over to take Chiriko’s cock into his mouth.
Chiriko tried to suppress his moan as Amiboshi bobbed his head, moving fluidly in and out of his small length that barely reached required maturity. As the younger of the twin continued to give the young tycoon a blow-job, his free hands reached up to pluck at his elder brother’s nipples, who in turn reached down to massage the tycoon’s breasts. A bite on Chiriko’s ear from Suboshi released the moan and loosened his tongue.
“I see…where you’re getting at…” Chiriko whispered between ecstatic moans and groans, the sensation so new and exhilarating to him. He closed his eyes to gather himself before saying, “Well, nothing else can scare or surprise me anymore. Just promise me you’ll do as I asked and as you’ve promised.”
“You have our word,” Suboshi breathed down Chiriko’s ear and licked at his earlobe.
Soon, both high and low moans and groans could be heard beyond the posh bathroom door.
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Tasuki and Nuriko were chitchatting on their way back to Tasuki’s home, with Chichiri piggyback-riding Tasuki. They met just at the entrance of Tokaki’s vet and found out from each other that Tasuki had just taken Chichiri for his monthly checkup and got another refill of sour mints and that Nuriko was just doing another one of her shopping sprees to find something to decorate the nursery room. Turned out that the adoption agency approved Nuriko and Hotohori’s application and was going to fly them to Russia to receive their new baby son, and that Nuriko was really anxious to have the nursery room set up before the flight day. Since Tasuki didn’t drive to the vet, Nuriko decided to walk home with him to keep him company.As soon as they reached Tasuki’s home, they were greeted by the presence of tons of cameramen and reporters. When the crowd noticed his arrival, they all rushed towards him like bees to honey, bombarding him with question after question.
“Are you Tasuki-san?”
“Is that your pet Chichiri?”
“We’ve heard sources saying that you are having an affair with your pet, is that true?”
“Some say that the kittens your man-cat is carrying belongs to you. Any comment on that?”
“Did you really impregnate your cat, Tasuki?”
“Na…Nani…? What’s all this…?” Tasuki said as he held Chichiri protectively. He turned to Nuriko who was spreading her arms to shield them away from the ravenous press, saying, “Nuriko, did you…?”
“No! I told no one! I swear!” Nuriko replied, shaking her head profusely. Her action prompted the press to aim their mikes at him, questioning her as well.
“Tasuki-san?”
The trio turned in horror to see a uniformed officer wearing a pair of dark glasses coming up to him, hands on his hips. Behind him were a few other officers with rods and handcuffs ready and two other people dressed in hospital attendant suits coming out of a truck that bore the Japanese words that translated ‘Animal Humane Society’.
“Ha…Hai…Nande…?” Tasuki asked tentatively.
“Tasuki-san, you are under arrest for practicing bestiality. Please surrender your pet to the Animal Humane Society and come with us.”
“Wa…Wait a minute! Chotto matte! What are you doing!” Tasuki asked in horror as the AHS men in hospital attendant suits came over and pried Chichiri off his back. He tried to resist and Chichiri tried to hang onto his master for dear life, but it seemed that their strength was no match against the strength of two men who had carried heavier animals than Chichiri. Within minutes, Chichiri and Tasuki were separated and Tasuki soon found himself being handcuffed and Chichiri brought towards the AHS truck.
“Tasu-sama? Tasu-sama!” Chichiri called after him. Tasuki turned to the officers arresting him.
“What are they doing? What are they gonna do to my Chichiri?”
“That’ll have to depend on them. If you ask me, I’d think it proper if they terminate the freak of nature your so-called pet carries inside him. I shudder to think what would come out of it. If I were you, I’d worry about myself. Get in the car!”
“No, no, don’t! Please don’t hurt him!” Tasuki yelled after the AHS people who were ready to put Chichiri into the truck, struggling to break free from the officers’ hold on him. “Please, don’t kill our kittens! Please! I beg of you! Leave him alone! He’s got nothing to do with this! Please! Let him go! Don’t kill our kittens! Please! Onegai!”
“You make me sick,” one of the officers said in disgust and whacked him with a rod. “Get in the car now!”
“Don’t worry, Tasu-chan!” Nuriko yelled after him as she reached for her cellphone. “We’ll get you guys out of this!”
“Tasu-sama! Tasu-sama!” Chichiri yelled as he was forced into a built-in cage inside the back of the truck.
“Chiri-chan! Chiri-chan!”
“TASU-SAMA!”
“CHIRI-CHAN!
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