Tachibana stood in front of the mansion. She sighed deeply.
'Well… here we go.'
Kurokawa stood beside her, looking up at the big house with wide eyes.
"Why did you bring me to the new landlord's place?" she asked.
Tachibana glanced at her.
"You'll see."
They walked up to the front door. Before they could knock, it opened.
Anri stood there in her maid uniform. She smiled politely.
"Miss Tachibana. Welcome back. Master is expecting you."
Kurokawa blinked. "Wait, you know her?"
Anri didn't answer. She simply stepped aside and let them in.
Inside the house, Anri looked toward the window where Yamada was standing. He watched the two nurses approach.
"Master?"
Yamada didn't turn around right away.
"Tell the maids to keep my sister and Saki busy in the gaming room."
Anri bowed slightly.
"Understood."
She left quietly to give the order.
Yamada finally turned around. He looked at Tachibana first. Then at Kurokawa.
Kurokawa's eyes widened the moment she saw him.
"Yamada… kun?!"
She pointed at him, mouth open.
"You're the landlord?! The patient with the broken arms?!"
Tachibana rubbed her temple.
"Yes. He is."
Kurokawa looked between them. Then at the fancy house. Then back at Yamada.
"No way… This is crazy. You bought our apartments? You made that weird rent notice?"
Yamada nodded once.
"I did."
Kurokawa's face turned red. She looked excited and nervous at the same time.
"So… what now? Are you going to punish me too? Like you did with Tachibana?"
Tachibana shot her a glare.
"Shut up."
Yamada's lips curved into a small smirk.
He looked at Kurokawa.
"You want to find out?"
Kurokawa swallowed. But her eyes sparkled with curiosity.
She stepped closer.
"Maybe I do."
Yamada glanced at Tachibana.
"You brought her. So she already knows some of it."
Tachibana crossed her arms.
"She kept asking. I figured it was better if she saw it herself."
Yamada nodded.
He turned and started walking toward the basement stairs.
"Come."
Both nurses followed him.
Kurokawa whispered to Tachibana as they walked.
"Is it really that good?"
Tachibana didn't answer. Her cheeks were slightly pink.
They reached the basement door.
Yamada opened it.
The red light spilled out.
He looked back at them.
"Last chance to leave."
Kurokawa stared at the stairs. Then at him.
She grinned nervously.
"I'm not leaving."
Tachibana sighed.
"Idiot."
Yamada stepped down first.
The two nurses followed.
The door closed behind them.
The three of them walked down the stairs.
The red lighting welcomed them. Soft. Warm. The padded walls, the bench, the restraints, the cabinet — everything was exactly as Tachibana remembered.
Kurokawa stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
Her eyes went wide.
"What the fuck…?"
She looked around slowly. The St. Andrew's cross. The padded bench with cuffs. The suspension rings in the ceiling. The medical-style table.
She turned to Tachibana.
"You… you let him do stuff to you *here*?!"
Tachibana crossed her arms, cheeks slightly red.
"Shut up."
Kurokawa's brain was clearly struggling to process.
"I thought… I thought he was going to punish us! Like… make us clean the house naked or slap us or something messed up! But this— this is a fucking sex dungeon!"
Yamada stood calmly near the center of the room. Hands in his hoodie pockets.
Kurokawa pointed at him.
"You built this?! After we… after the hospital?!"
Yamada nodded once.
"Yes."
Kurokawa stared at him for a long moment. Then she laughed. A nervous, slightly hysterical laugh.
"I expected revenge! I expected you to be angry! I expected you to make us suffer like we made you suffer! But this… this is just you turning us into your personal harem slaves with benefits?!"
She looked at Tachibana again.
"And you came back? Willingly?!"
Tachibana didn't answer. She just looked away.
Yamada stepped closer to Kurokawa. Calm. Controlled.
"You can still leave," he said. "Right now. No one will stop you. You can pay rent the normal way."
Kurokawa bit her lip. Her cheeks were flushed.
She looked at the bench. Then at the cuffs. Then back at Yamada.
Her voice came out smaller.
"…What if I don't want to leave?"
Yamada's lips curved into a small smirk.
"Then you stay. And you pay rent the way Tachibana did."
Kurokawa swallowed hard.
She looked at Tachibana one more time. Her friend gave her a tiny nod.
Kurokawa took a deep breath.
Then she stepped forward. Closer to Yamada.
"Fine," she said, voice shaky but determined. "Show me what you did to her."
Yamada reached out. Gently grabbed her chin. Tilted her head up.
"You sure?"
Kurokawa's eyes were wide. Nervous. Excited.
She nodded.
Yamada leaned down and kissed her.
Not soft.
Not gentle.
Deep. Possessive.
Kurokawa made a surprised sound against his mouth. Then melted into it.
Tachibana watched from the side, arms still crossed.
A small, knowing smile appeared on her face.
The basement door stayed closed.
And Kurokawa's "punishment" had officially begun.
Tachibana leaned against the padded wall, arms crossed. She watched as Yamada kissed Kurokawa deeply, his hand tangled in her short brown hair.
After a long moment, Tachibana spoke.
"Should I join?"
Yamada slowly pulled back from the kiss. Kurokawa was breathing hard, lips shiny, face flushed.
He looked at Tachibana.
"No. Today I want my revenge on her."
Kurokawa's eyes widened.
"R-revenge…?"
Yamada grabbed her chin again. Tilted her head up.
"You were one of the worst," he said calmly. "Always teasing. Always pranking. Always laughing while you made me suffer."
Kurokawa swallowed.
"I… I was just playing around…"
Yamada smirked.
"Now it's my turn to play."
He pushed her gently but firmly toward the padded bench. Kurokawa sat down, then lay back as he guided her. He cuffed her wrists above her head with the fuzzy cuffs. Then her ankles, spreading her legs.
Kurokawa tested the restraints. Her breathing quickened.
Yamada stood between her legs. Looked down at her.
"You always acted so cute and innocent," he said. "But you enjoyed tormenting me the most."
He reached down and slowly unbuttoned her uniform top. Kurokawa shivered as he exposed her bra and pale skin.
Tachibana watched silently from the side. Her cheeks were pink, but she didn't look away.
Yamada leaned down. Kissed Kurokawa's neck. Then lower. He pulled her bra down and took one nipple into his mouth.
Kurokawa gasped. Back arched.
"Ah… Yamada-kun…"
He sucked harder. One hand slid down her stomach, under her skirt, between her legs.
She was already wet.
He rubbed her slowly through her panties.
Kurokawa moaned. Legs twitching against the cuffs.
"You're soaked," he murmured against her breast. "You really wanted this, didn't you?"
Kurokawa bit her lip. Face burning red.
"I… I was curious… after what Tachibana told me…"
Yamada chuckled. Low. Dark.
He pulled her panties aside and slid two fingers inside her.
Kurokawa cried out. Body jerking.
He moved his fingers slowly at first. Then faster. Curling them.
Kurokawa's moans grew louder. Breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hand.
Tachibana shifted uncomfortably. Pressing her thighs together as she watched.
Yamada looked over at her while still fingering Kurokawa.
"Enjoying the show?"
Tachibana glared, but didn't deny it.
Yamada smirked. Then turned his full attention back to Kurokawa.
He pulled his fingers out. Unzipped his pants.
Kurokawa's eyes widened when she saw him fully hard.
"W-wait… that's…"
Yamada positioned himself at her entrance.
He pushed in slowly.
Kurokawa's mouth opened in a silent moan. Eyes rolling back slightly.
"So… big…"
Yamada gripped her hips and started thrusting. Steady. Deep.
The sound of skin slapping filled the basement.
Kurokawa's moans quickly turned into desperate cries.
"Yamada-kun…! Ah—! Slow down—!"
He didn't.
He leaned over her. Kissed her hard while pounding into her.
Kurokawa came hard within minutes. Body shaking. Pulling on the cuffs.
But Yamada kept going.
Tachibana watched with dark, hungry eyes.
Yamada looked at her again while still fucking Kurokawa.
"Next time," he said between thrusts, "you can join."
Tachibana bit her lip.
Kurokawa could only moan helplessly beneath him.
The revenge had only just begun.
Yamada kept thrusting deep into Kurokawa. Steady. Relentless.
Her moans filled the basement. High-pitched. Desperate. Nothing like the teasing giggles she used to make in the hospital.
"Yamada-kun…! Ah—! Too deep—!"
He grabbed her hips harder. Pulled her back onto him with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping echoed off the padded walls.
Kurokawa's eyes were glassy. Mouth open. Breasts bouncing freely now that her bra was pulled down.
Tachibana watched from the side. Arms still crossed. But her breathing had grown heavier.
Yamada glanced at her once, then focused back on Kurokawa.
He leaned down. Bit her neck lightly.
"You always laughed at me," he whispered against her skin. "Every time I begged. Every time I couldn't take it anymore."
He thrust harder.
Kurokawa cried out.
"I'm sorry—! I'm sorry—!"
Yamada chuckled. Low. Dark.
"Too late for sorry."
He pulled out suddenly. Kurokawa whimpered at the emptiness.
He uncuffed her ankles. Flipped her over onto her stomach. Recuffed her wrists behind her back.
Then he pulled her hips up. Ass high. Face pressed into the padded bench.
He pushed back inside in one smooth motion.
Kurokawa moaned loud. Fingers curling into fists.
"So— So good…!"
Yamada gripped her short hair. Pulled her head back gently as he fucked her.
"You're much louder than I expected," he said. Voice calm but rough.
Kurokawa's legs trembled.
"I can't— I can't help it—!"
He reached around. Rubbed her clit in fast circles while pounding into her.
Kurokawa came again. Hard. Body shaking violently. A loud, broken moan tore from her throat.
Yamada didn't stop. He kept thrusting through her orgasm. Chasing his own.
Kurokawa's voice turned hoarse.
"Yamada-kun… inside… please… fill me…"
He groaned. Thrust deep one last time.
He came hard. Filling her completely.
Kurokawa shuddered. Another small orgasm hit her from the feeling.
They stayed like that for a moment. Breathing heavy.
Yamada slowly pulled out. Cum dripped down her thighs.
He uncuffed her wrists. Helped her sit up.
Kurokawa looked completely wrecked. Hair messy. Face flushed. Eyes unfocused.
She leaned against his chest. Breathing hard.
"Fuck… that was intense…"
Yamada stroked her hair gently.
"You okay?"
She nodded weakly.
"Yeah… Just… wow."
Tachibana finally walked over. She had a clean towel in her hands. She started wiping Kurokawa's thighs and face.
"Idiot," Tachibana muttered. "You came so hard you almost passed out."
Kurokawa laughed weakly.
"Shut up… You were the same yesterday, weren't you?"
Tachibana didn't deny it.
Yamada watched them both. A small, satisfied smile on his face.
He helped Kurokawa stand. Fixed her clothes.
"Next time," he said, "both of you."
Kurokawa's eyes sparkled with tired mischief.
"Promise?"
Yamada chuckled.
"Promise."
He walked them upstairs. Anri was waiting with water and light snacks.
The two nurses sat on the couch in the living room. Still flushed. Legs a little shaky.
Yamada looked at them.
"Rent paid for today."
Kurokawa grinned.
"Can't wait for tomorrow's payment then."
Tachibana elbowed her.
"Idiot."
But she was smiling too.
Yamada watched them for a moment.
Then he turned and headed toward the stairs.
There was still a lot on his mind.
Saki.
Hayato.
The school.
But for now, the basement had done its job.
Anri followed Yamada quietly as they walked down the hallway. Her heels clicked softly on the polished floor.
She looked at him with those sharp purple eyes.
"Are you really going to take your revenge out on all the nurses, Master?"
Yamada slowed his steps. He thought for a moment, remembering each face from the hospital.
"Not all of them," he said. "Most of them deserve it. But one… I'm just going to keep her in the mansion as my personal nurse."
Anri tilted her head slightly, curious.
"Mochizuki?"
Yamada nodded.
"Yeah. Her."
He remembered clearly.
While the others were cold, teasing, or outright cruel — Mochizuki was different. She was clumsy, often late, and got scolded by the senior nurses. But when she was alone with him, she was gentler. She actually looked sorry sometimes. She tried her best even when she was bad at it. She never laughed at him like the others.
She was the only one who felt… human.
Anri smiled softly, understanding.
"So she will be spared the dungeon?"
"Not completely spared," Yamada said. "But she won't be punished the same way. She'll live here. Work as my personal nurse. Take care of my… health."
Anri's smile turned a little mischievous.
"I see. You want your own exclusive nurse in the house."
Yamada glanced at her.
"Something like that."
They continued walking.
Anri spoke again, voice light.
"Should I prepare a room for her near yours?"
Yamada thought about it.
"Yes. And make sure she has everything she needs. Uniforms. Medical supplies. Whatever she wants."
Anri bowed her head slightly.
"Understood, Master."
She paused, then added teasingly:
"Will she be joining the nightly duties as well?"
Yamada smirked.
"We'll see."
He stopped in front of his study door.
"Tell the others to send Mochizuki a special invitation tomorrow. Make it sound… professional."
Anri bowed again.
"As you wish."
She turned and walked away, hips swaying elegantly in her maid uniform.
Yamada entered his study. Sat down at the desk.
He leaned back in the chair. Looked at the ceiling.
Mochizuki.
Out of all the nurses, she was the only one who didn't deserve his full revenge.
So instead…
He would keep her close.
Safe.
And very, very useful.
A small, quiet chuckle left his lips.
The house was getting fuller.
And he was starting to enjoy it.
To be continued
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