Recipe For a Ruthless Delinquent

Chapter 24 The Prisioner of Ass-kaban

“Your parents are here again today.”

The man’s voice sounded from the door, reverberating through the small cubic space I’d been calling home for many months.

Tch. They came again.

I’d just woken up from one hell of a dream. Goddamn, it was awesome.

Chief Pound Cake had slipped into my room, peeled off her clothes, spread those thick cheeks, and slid my candle straight onto her soft sponge. She rode me all night like she was trying to break the bed. I kept spanking that plush bundt while she moaned loud and shameless, her voice bouncing off the walls.

I pounded that cake over and over—kneading it, glazing it, stuffing it to the brim like a master baker.

At one point she locked her powerful thighs around my neck and choked me out, squeezing until stars exploded behind my eyes. I was screaming “More! Use more power!” between gasps. Pretty sure I even bit down on those thighs… and fuck, they tasted like sweet pudding.

“Ufshh…” I wiped the saliva that was dripping from my mouth.

What day is it? Ah, I don’t care. Let’s see if I can get back into the dream… Yeah, let’s go doggy style.

“Wake up, Taiyou. Your parents are waiting!,” the same voice came again.

That fucking Mustache. I turned to the side and yanked the sheets over my head.

“I don’t want to see anybody,” I muttered. “They’re not my paren—” My voice died halfway through the word. I buried my face deeper into the pillow.

The door opened anyway.

I finally glanced up, expecting Mustache’s ugly mug and another round of bullshit.

Instead, it was her—my queen, my new girlfriend. Well… she didn’t know she was my girlfriend yet.

I smiled like an idiot. Fuck, the dream is actually happening. I kept grinning, unable to stop myself.

“Taiyou Iryoku,” Chief Booty-Legs-and-Ass-ociates said, her voice crisp and professional. “You’re done.”

I sat up, blinking. “What—am I getting executed already? Took you long enough. I was getting bored waiting.” I scratched the back of my head.

She stood directly before me, bathed in the dim light spilling from the hallway. My gaze swept over her, lingering hungrily on her soft curves, her delicious shape teasingly outlined beneath her clothes.

She sighed, long and tired. “You really have a weird sense of humor… Don’t you even want to think about what you’re missing out there?”

I shook my head with a frown. "Say less. I’m in, alright? Stop selling it and just take me to the chopping block. Actually, make it a thigh-guillotine. It’d be a hell of a way to go—nice woman with well-endowed quads and a great, well-worked posterior.” I spit the words right at her ass.

A second of silence passed. I nodded slowly, still staring, before finally dragging my gaze up to her face. I noticed I wasn’t at her front anymore—I had scooted to her behind. She hadn’t moved from the spot. Arms crossed, she’d turned just enough to look back over her shoulder at me, head tilted, glaring down with a furrowed brow and a vein bulging clearly on her forehead.

“Your time here is finished. Your parents are here to take you home, so get up. That bed belongs to the state now, and we need it for someone even more pathetic than you.” she said.

“You’re so cold,” I muttered.

I could only look down. My fist clenched so hard my knuckles went white. It was finally time to face my problems.

I replayed every mistake in my mind, eyes burning, almost shimmering with tears. Why? Alice… why? Why did this happen? Why did I have to flee? Why didn’t I see it coming? Was I too infatuated?

I shook my head hard.

“I don’t want to see… them,” I whispered. “I don’t want to become a monster…”

The last part came out mute.

Chief Thunder Thighs snapped her fingers.

They pretty much dragged me along.

She walked beside me for a while as I stumbled, shaking from side to side like a marionette moving to the rhythm of its master. When we arrived at the door, she came to a halt. My body kept swaying for a second, catching up to the fact that we’d stopped.

“Please don’t return here, boy,” she said in a tone that was oddly gentle.

Wait… don’t, my love. You’re the only honest one… the only truthful one…

I ignored the ache in my head and snapped my arm up in a rigid soldier’s salute. “Thanks for taking care of me, Chief Rear Admiral.”

“Hehe—cough, cough…”

A couple of chuckles broke out from the two guard dogs behind me, though they were immediately smothered by poorly disguised coughs. She just shook her head, her hand rising to cover her eyes in a gesture of pure exhaustion.

I took one last, lingering peek at her bottom, then looked back up to her face. The moment she uncovered her eyes, I shot her a wink and mimicked a phone with my hand, mouthing, “Call me, babe.”

She didn't say a word. She just pointed a finger at the door.

Her light disappeared from my view as the heavy door took its place. Papers were shoved in front of me. I didn’t bother to read them—I just nodded, my face a blank mask. A small bag was handed over next. Inside were the fragments of my life: my wallet, my keys, my phone... and that thing.

Finally, I stepped out. There they were. The two people who were supposed to be there for me—the ones who were always supposed to have my back—stood waiting.

Both looked at me with uncertain eyes. My mother had tears in hers.

I didn’t say anything. I just walked past them and climbed into the car. I sat with my head down, eyes open but seeing nothing.

My father started speaking—gibberish at first—until his words finally cut through, slow and twisted. “The baby is… healthy... Alice’s spitting image...”

The sound warped in my ears like it was happening in slow motion. “Your… duty…” he repeated.

“Did you do what I asked?” My voice came out flat, interrupting him. Please stop speaking about them.

Only silence answered.

“She refused,” the man said.

“They all did. What did you expect?” The woman’s voice dropped, half disappointed, half sad. “Who would believe such a… thing… after all? Our granddaughter… she has your eyes.”

“Then you may as well kill me. No… I… will kill myself. You don’t even give me the benefit of—”

My voice rose, then cracked into a whisper. My whole body was shaking, jaw clenched tight.

Both of them swallowed hard. I could almost see tears shimmering in their eyes through the rear-view mirror.

“Please don’t…” the woman whimpered.

“But… we may be able to arrange it,” the man said, eyes never leaving the road, his voice almost cracking. “We accompanied Alice and the little one to the clinic for a check-up yesterday. Since all the expenses and the doctors had been arranged by us from the beginning…”

He breathed hard. “It could be done behind their backs… right now… but…”

For a second, his eyes flicked to the rear-view mirror and met mine.

I simply stared back, completely devoid of any love.

Fear.Yes…I am a coward. I didn’t want to confront this, but—

I need to clean my name.

The needle dug into my arm, the rubber tourniquet biting deep into my skin, until my blood filled the tube.

“Tomorrow,” the doctor said. “The results will be available tomorrow.” The words crawled across my scalp like ice.

We stepped outside. I remained silent.

I stopped. Instead of getting into the car, I turned and walked away.

“Wait, Iryoku! Where are you going?” my mom called after me. “Let’s go home. You need to rest. Eat something.”

“Iryoku…” my dad said. “Are you going to run away from her again? From your daughter? That baby needs her father.”

My mom added softly, “She’s very pretty. Once you see her, she’ll steal your heart.”

I stopped mid-stride, gripping my chest. “Once the results are in, call everyone. All of them. I will be there.”

I glanced back at them. “I promise you—if that child is mine, I’ll take full responsibility. I’ll even kneel before everyone and beg for forgiveness.”

And I walked away, fully aware of the truth.