Seiran Academy

Chapter 30

Inside of Mr. Rose’s decadently extravagant room stood a small figure, looking feminine and beautiful, though Minako knew the masculinity underneath. Belle stood before them, leaning against the bedpost of the four-poster bed, running long fingers over the wood, eyes pointedly staring up at the two who entered. With a fake look of surprise her eyes landed on Minako and she let out a little, “Oh.”

“Belle…” Mr. Rose trailed off, temporarily thrown off his usual piss and vigor attitude. The shock of seeing the other young girl there, waiting for him with such a palpable look of need etched across her face, was a bit too much for the older man. He wanted Minako more than he wanted any other person, but the chance to have Belle would have been deliciously dealt as well, but he would throw Belle aside for Minako.

Minako took the lead she had been fed a long while ago. She stepped over to Belle, reached up her hand, and smacked her hard across the face. She did not hold back for fear of hurting her roommate, it would only become obvious, though the slap may have stung both of them more than was intended.

“What do you think you are doing?” Minako screamed, her voice shaking with unbridled fear. The fear she felt was genuine though Mr. Rose mistook it all as raging emotion.

“What am I doing?” Belle screamed back, and Minako knew that Belle was having a hard time not screaming at Minako in a deep voice filled with masculinity, a voice she knew whispered well into her ears in the dark. Belle stood there, hand on her cheek, looking mortified. “What are you doing here? Before you throw accusations perhaps you should explain yourself.”

Bartholomew Rose looked to have no compunction to break up the girl-fight that was beginning.

“I told you that I could not be faithful to you,” Minako snarled. “I like men. You are fun, but I don’t love you.”

“Well I’m here to prove how jealous you can get,” Belle countered. “If you had no feelings for me you would not be here right now yelling at me. You would have just turned around and walked away.”

“I’m yelling at you because tonight is my night to shine, stop stealing everything from me!” Minako reached up to slap Belle once more and Belle reached out and grabbed her hand, stopping it in midair. With Belle’s much thicker hand around Minako’s tiny wrist Belle heaved Minako onto the bed and hurried onto the bed behind her, grabbing at her hair and pulling her head back so both were on their knees on the bed, but Minako at Belle’s mercy.

“Who’s the one stealing all of the attention?” Belle snapped. “You took my boyfriend, you have your own boyfriend, and then tried to claim Mr. Evans as your lover, and now Mr. Rose too.”

“Really?” Mr. Rose finally started to speak and Minako’s heart froze in her chest. This was the most pivotal moment, and Belle had gone farther than she was supposed to. Minako literally could feel the tightened grip of Belle’s hand in her hair, the roots pulling upwards. It was a provocative position for both of them and Minako was very uncomfortable as her breasts arched towards the ceiling and she tried hard to focus her attention on the pawn in their own game.

Or was he really the king?

“Minako, I never knew you to have so many lovers,” Mr. Rose said, turning his head towards the golden child.

“I have only had one lover,” Minako lied, her hands reaching up and trying to pull Belle’s hands from her hair. “And you know who that was.”

“Did you come here for sexual pleasure, Minako?” Mr. Rose asked her, “or to make some girl jealous? Or did you come here because of some innate need to be with me?”

Minako chose the answer that she thought would best suit him. “All of the above.”

Belle pushed Minako back, harshly, and Minako was about to fall off of the bed. Belle, eyes widened in horror, realize what she had done and reached at Minako to pull her back up, not wanting her to fall on her head on the hardwood floors of the bedroom. Mr. Rose would never move fast enough to rescue her. Belle’s hand made contact, and it was not until Minako heard the tearing fabric that she knew that Belle had planned more than Minako had known.

The fabric of Minako’s dress tore away, leaving her front bare from her collar to her navel, two perfect breasts falling free and into the chilled air. Her nipples immediately were erect, but she was still falling backwards.

The extra seconds that Belle had gained from pulling at the fabric was enough time to give Mr. Rose to run to Minako’s rescue. He caught her perfectly in his arms and lifted her, her body still facing Belle, her back against Mr. Rose, though his arms were now around her, obviously just trying to catch a small sensation of the warmth emitting from her ivory skin.

Minako’s pulse quickened under Mr. Rose’s callused hands that caressed gently against her skin. He seemed unsure if he wanted to throw her down or if he wanted to cover her up and protect her. There was something in Bartholomew Rose that was a pure adult, a man off of moral responsibility, a paternal instinct ingrained in him since his first wife had given birth to Nemesis. On the other hand he was an adult in a whole different level, a morally bankrupt man who wanted only his own desires.

Minako did not have to feign her innocence or her insecurities. She was surrounded by them.

Mr. Rose rubbed a hand upwards, up Minako’s body, across her breasts and over the rosy nipple that shuddered under his touch and reached for him. Mr. Rose’s voice came out husky, filled with animalistic longing. “Belle, why don’t we all compromise for the night?” A perfect male fantasy, two women, one man.

Except as a man would he really know what to do with two women?

Belle seemed to think this over, watching his hand travel up Minako’s body and cup her breast again, lightly toying with the flushing skin. Minako involuntarily made a small moaning sound deep in her throat that carried throughout the spacious room that Mr. Rose slept in, alone, every night.

“That’s fine,” Belle remarked with a smile. She leaned back on the bed, flashing a generous portion of leg that had to be carefully calculated not to flash something a woman should not have between her legs, “because Minako and I like our fucking differently.”

Belle rolled onto her stomach and raised her ass slightly in the air. She looked behind her, a come hither look that affected both the man and the woman standing away from the bed. Minako thought of the man beneath the dress, Mr. Rose thought only of the attentions of two women.

Before Minako could protest, could argue, could even make up her mind what she truly wanted to do, Mr. Rose was violently pushing her towards the bed. She fell forwards and landed on her stomach. She went to turn, to face Mr. Rose, but his hand came around and gripped the back of her neck and held her down. He was violent now, his hands rough. Minako sensed the sudden change as he pulled her back and to her knees on the floor. Belle was already turning around, sitting up, noting the agitation that suddenly reverberated off of the older man.

“How dumb do you think I fucking am?” Mr. Rose asked, tightening his grip on the back of Minako’s throat. Belle reached out, ready to pull Mr. Rose from Minako’s body, but Mr. Rose only pulled Minako further back, tightening his grip until she saw stars. “Don’t fucking move, Draco, or else I cut off her air supply for good.”

Draco’s eyes widened at having been ousted while Minako closed her eyes forcing her head not to swim with the sudden lack of oxygen. “What are you…?” he tried, his voice already faltering on the weight of masculinity that was threatening to break through with the threat of Minako’s life on the line.

“You think I don’t know of your stupid little plan?” He shook Minako has he screamed it. She felt her head loll to the side. She was slowly losing consciousness and she knew that should scare her.

“You jack ass!” Draco’s foot was up and finding target with Bartholomew Rose’s jaw. Rose’s head snapped back and the man was quickly off of Minako. He fell back as Minako gasped for air, coughing and choking on it as it rushed into her lungs. Things were going too far. She had never expected this. When she had spoke to Sage he had assured her that this would not happen.

Bartholomew Rose was a much larger man than his son, and seemed to have no qualms about slamming his fist into Nemesis’s half-brother. Draco was knocked back and onto the floor, unconscious with a simple blow that was at the same time far from simple.

“You are playing with fire, little girl,” Bartholomew told the young girl. “But if you act the way you were acting earlier, do as you had intended, this can be easy on all of you.”

“What are you planning?” Minako asked fearfully.

“I’m going to make ‘Belle’ disappear,” Bartholomew announced. “And you, young lady, are going back to your parents. I may be a lustful man and would like to add you to my permanent collection, Miss Aino, but you see, Akane has offered me something better. She has offered me Daisuke’s real daughter, a ten-year-old girl, in exchange for you to come home and for me to drop my interest in you. Of course it all comes at a high price, but I do plan on having you at least once before I return you, so Daisuke will always taste me when he tastes you.”

“You pedophile,” Minako nearly screeched. Her fears were growing as every passing second on the clock ticked by. It should have been over by now. Sage and Nemesis… they should have… where were they?

“What is your part in all of this?” Minako asked a question she was used to asking, and used to receiving no answer too. She asked the same tired question and looked to Sage with a hope in her eyes, an expectance she could not portray.

“Do you remember when I told you I killed my mother?” Sage asked and for once, for the first time, Minako truly believed him before he told her the words she had been expecting to come next. “It’s true. They ruled it a suicide, but I killed her. Do you know why? You know that girl who plays the cello in Bartholomew’s,” here he spat at the mention of the name, “orchestra. That is my sister, Rosemary. She was his first whore, to be tossed aside for other young girls. My mother sold her to Bartholomew for a price that has kept us in money for quite a long time. I’m tired of what he is doing, and I can not believe any mother would do the same thing. I killed her, and next, I’m going to kill him, but I will not only kill him, I’m going to slander his name. Everyone will know what he has done

“I will protect you. This has gone too far.” Sage stared into Minako’s eyes, gave her a look that said nothing and everything. Her heart quaked in her chest.

“I never expected to hear you say that,” Minako smiled quietly.

He stayed close to her, his eyes sad. The next words were a lie, but she would believe them. She had to believe them to understand. “Just stay close to me until the party. After that night we will escape.”

“Why?” Minako asked him, needing to hear the answer from his own lips.

“Because I love you.”

Minako turned to him, her eyes widened slightly. She ran her fingers over flushed lips and said, quietly, “I love you too.”

Minako closed her eyes, prepared for the assault to come next, realizing that she would not be saved in time.