Seiran Academy

Chapter 15

In a month nothing exciting had happened in their lives besides Mariko’s departure in the afternoon while they had all been at school. Now summer vacation was upon them and Minako was dreading it every day. She had dragged her feet through school, waiting for Thomas Evans to make his announcement that he was leaving for India, it never came. She was the last in his class and the first out every day, and she made a point to never be alone in the library with him. Now she regretted all of those hidden moments, as he did, a thought she was not aware of, for she would be returning home for the two weeks of summer vacation. She did not wish to return, her nightmares were high enough on the list of things that she did not wish to face those nightmares face to face.

“You okay?” Sage asked Minako during lunch. It was one of the rare days that they found themselves alone, in that time before Belle dragged her/his butt up the stairs and joined them, and Nemesis was still out finding bread.

“Yes, and no,” Minako admitted while being extremely vague. She looked over the edge of the roof and at the plummet down to the ground. Once in a while she debated throwing herself. She was not a suicidal person she just… Sometimes she wondered what God had intended for her by putting her on this earth with a mother who had loved her as long as her father was around but now only cared about money. Money made the world go wrong, money was power, money is the root of all evil… All of the old sayings were often proven right in her world.

“When do you go home?” Sage asked of Minako.

Minako sighed. She should have known better than to think she could have kept it from Sage. He must have known as the days passed that she was counting every single moment until it was time to go home. “Tonight.”

“Ah… I’m sorry I didn’t ask you sooner,” Sage said, and then nothing. There was no option given, to sign of relief he would give her. She almost turned on him and clawed his eyeballs out screaming, “What happened to protecting me?” but what had she expected? What could he do for her?

“It’s all right,” she told him, though she hardly meant it. “I mean, what can you do?” she added flippantly. She hoped she was not being too obvious.

She was not. “Nothing,” he said and went back to his lunch.

“Sorry we are late,” Nemesis said, stepping onto the roof and into the sun, Belle/Draco right behind him. “The line was atrocious and then someone stopped me to ask me some inane question about what I was doing for summer vacation.” Minako’s stomach rolled.

“She probably wants to see if you want to see her in her string bikini at the beach,” Sage laughed.

Nemesis just shrugged and sat on one of the benches. Draco sat next to Minako and looked up at her as she stood leaning over the railing once more. “It’ll be over soon,” he assured her in the voice he only used when they were in private.

“I don’t want it even to begin,” Minako said sullenly.

“Sometimes you aren’t given that choice.”

Minako locked eyes with Draco and sighed. He was right, of course. That was the sad thing. Her choices had been stolen from her, but one day… one day she would steal them back.

~*~

“Minako, it is so good to have you home!” Akane Aino said excitedly at the sight of her daughter emerging from the outside world into the darkened mansion, the limo driver hurrying with his mistresses bags. Minako managed a false smile for the help and allowed her mother to hug her, noting the two politicians sitting in the sitting room. They stood up, Daisuke Aino beside them, the three men gazing over at Minako and admiring the curves of a woman, though she was still only a girl.
“Hello Minako, so very good to see you again,” one of the older men said.

I bet it is. “It is good to see you too,” she said, addressing both men, though their names had slipped her mind temporarily. She bowed deeply and gave her utmost respect for the few minutes she had to remain in their presence. Quickly her mother was leading her up to her room, as if she had forgotten where it was. Akane abandoned her daughter to her room and left her there, leaving her as the slave waiting for the prize. There was not greetings of love and happiness after the initial face off of politicians, there was no longer a reason for Akane to pretend she loved her daughter.

Minako’s body shook her limbs weak with anticipation of something she dreaded. As she often did when awaiting the dread that was downstairs, waiting for his friends to leave so he could ambush her, she wondered about how she could escape. If she flung herself from her window would she die on impact? It was only one story above, her balcony would give her leverage in climbing downwards, but what if she impaled herself on the spokes of the garden gate. Even if it was not life threatening it would be painful, and possibly paralyzing.

“They said they would protect me,” she cried to herself. She only had to wait, wait for the damage to come, and it did, walking in as the guise of Daisuke Aino, a man who had belittled her in ways that were not obvious to his fellow politicians. They saw no damage to the perfect angel before them, only a beautiful girl lucky enough to have a father who gave her everything she asked for and a mother who loved her. Minako was indulged with jewels and clothes and exotic dolls, but no one knew what her body had to give to receive those things, even when she told them she did not desire them.

“You’ve been away awhile,” Daisuke said, closing the door behind him and watching the young girl move to sit on the edge of the bed. She had fought him when she was younger, had left marks up and down his body, and he had punished her by starving her, or by being rougher when inside of her, or gripping her so hard she thought she would never breathe again. She learned long ago it was easier to just give in to Daisuke Aino.

“You were the one who chose a prestigious school for your very smart step-daughter,” Minako remarked, reminding him again that it had been his decision to send her away.

“Oh, you know I would never have done it if I did not have to,” he said, stepping closer to her and reaching out to take her hand. “Come, sit on Daddy’s lap,” he told her. He took her hand and lifted her until she stood, then sat where her body had left a warm spot on the bed. He gently pulled her on his lap and wrapped his arms around her, his thick arms brushing against her breasts, enjoying the feel of the softness, though her breasts did not react to the contact. “How has school been?” he asked breathlessly into her ear, his body already reacting to her closeness.

“It has been wonderful,” she said as honestly as she could muster. At this moment, right now, she would have given anything to have been with the degrading Sage, Nemesis, and Belle. She would have done anything they asked to have not been in this man’s arms, a man who referred to himself as her Daddy, though he had never fathered her and did very unfatherly things to her body.

“Is that Nemesis really your boyfriend?” Daisuke asked, his hands pushing at her floral skirt and barely covered milky white thighs. Minako struggled for a moment, trying to push away, but it only pushed her further into his lap until the bulge was pressed hard against her ass. Tears threatened but she would not allow them to fall.

“Yes.” She did not know if it was a lie or the truth. Nemesis wanted her, but would he admit to friends that he was her boyfriend? Did she want Nemesis to be her boyfriend?

Daisuke’s hand found her cunt and cupped it, hard, pushing and pulling, gripping like a man claiming a possession. “Has he been inside of you?” His teeth grazed her shoulder through her blouse and she held back a sob.

“No,” she said honestly, her voice shaking.

“You know your mother almost married Bartholomew Rose,” Daisuke admitted to Minako, his voice hoarse, his hands working harder, pushing at her clit, hoping for even the slightest of reactions. “Nemesis would have been your step-brother, and all the while Bartholomew would have been the one most likely fucking you.” Her skirt was torn away in such a sudden move she shrieked but had little time. He was throwing her onto the bed, face down, pulling at his own pants and sliding them down, exposing her body to a throbbing member that had waited months to enter her again. Minako sobbed into the blankets, it was all she could do. When he pushed into her she was not ready, her body was tight and mostly dry, and she felt the friction. Daisuke barely minded. “Your mother chose me because I could give you more,” and the way he stressed more left no doubt in her mind exactly what it was he meant. She felt him pumping her and she could barely react but in hopes that her body would at least enjoy a little so it would stop hurting her.

“Would you have liked to have fucked Bartholomew?” Daisuke asked of her, his hands roaming up her body and cupping her breasts while his hips moved and shoved against her ass. “Would you have enjoyed him?”

“No.” The answer he wanted and the truth. Then the lie came, “I only enjoy you,” and she wanted to die. She wanted it finished; she wanted nothing more to do with him. In those moments as he pumped into her, as he pushed and throbbed and took advantage of her young body, she hated him, she hated Sage, she hated Nemesis, she hated Belle, and she hated Bartholomew Rose. Most of all though, she hated her mother. She hated those who would not protect her. She hated those who would allow this rape.

Daisuke’s cum filled her, his body shuddering unpleasantly, and then he lay down beside her, giving her ass and unpleasant smack before he settled himself. “I’m getting too old for you,” he told her in the darkness of her room, though the sun was shining bright and her shades were open.

“Then it would be a good time for you to stop all of this, then,” Minako suggested.

Daisuke only laughed; his usual answer to everything. He moved closer, laying an arm around her body and pulling her near, though she resisted with her body and soul, disgusted by his very presence. “Minako, most girls would have fallen in love with a man like me.”

“Most girls would not have been raped at thirteen by a man like you,” Minako retorted.

“You weren’t raped, you came to me willingly that first night,” Daisuke reminded Minako.

Minako sat up, wrapping her sheets about herself and reminding herself that she needed a shower to wash away the horrors of being this close to this particular man. “Need I remind you my mother forced me to go to you,” she snapped. “Just as she would now if you did not come of your own accord. This is not consensual, Daisuke Aino, and the moment I turn eighteen I’m leaving.”

“Where are you going to go?” he asked failing to believe she would simply cut them all off just that easily.

“Wherever Sage takes me,” she found herself saying. She stood up and shuffled to her private bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She did not wait and listen to his words, she only heard the running of the shower as she turned it up to scalding and ignored what had just happened to her.