CHAPTER 33
The next morning was beyond awkward. Renge was uncharacteristically quiet, the weight of his own sanity—or lack thereof—pressing down on him. Now that the adrenaline had faded, he realized that what he had asked for last night wasn't just weird; it was completely ridiculous.
He spent the morning pointedly avoiding his twin's eyes, focusing entirely on the kitchen counter.
(How am I even supposed to talk to her after that?)
Rin, however, seemed to sense the storm inside her brother's head. Instead of bringing up the "inspection," she decided to be the one to bridge the gap. She stepped into the kitchen, leaning against the counter.
"What are you making?" she asked, her voice casual.
Renge forced his hands to stop shaking and answered, "Onigiri."
"Cool."
"Yes... onigiri," he repeated, his brain lagging.
"What's inside?"
"Tuna."
"Nice."
(This is so awkward. I have to say something else. I can't just let this hang over us.)
"Rin," he started, finally looking up. "About last night—"
"Stop!" Rin cut him off, raising a hand.
"Eh?"
"I'm sure you had your reasons," Rin said, her expression softening into one of absolute resolve. "Whatever it was, I put my trust in you. Always!"
"Thanks, Rin!" Renge exhaled, the tension finally leaving his shoulders.
(She's always so understanding.)
Seeing her unwavering support sparked a sudden, sharp flicker of determination in his chest. He couldn't let her down. He couldn't allow the one person whom he truly trusted gave up on her dream.
(I'm going back. I'm going to see Daichi and get him to convince Mio. We are doing this collab!)
The determination was like a physical weight in Renge's chest. After he finished changing into his maid outfit—a uniform that usually signaled the start of a daily grind—he hastily left the apartment. He slipped into a quiet, empty alleyway nearby, pulled out his phone, and called a friend.
The line clicked. Someone on the other side answered almost immediately.
"Renge-chan?"
"Minami-san," Renge said, but his voice hitched right after.
(What am I even supposed to tell her?)
"Is there a problem?" Minami asked.
"No... nothing at all."
"Go on, Renge. You can tell me anything. I know that tone."
"The truth is..." Renge took a deep breath, the cool alley air filling his lungs. "I won't be coming to work today."
The silence on the other end was deafening. "This is the first time you have ever asked for this," Minami said, her surprise evident.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be! Honestly, I thought you were the type who would never skip a shift even if the world was ending."
(I am!) Renge thought, a pang of guilt hitting his stomach.
"Sure, you can skip work today," she continued, her voice softening.
"Really?"
"But on one condition!"
Renge stiffened.
"What is it?"
"Always remember this: Give it your all when you do things! No half-measures!"
"I will!" Renge promised, a small smile finally breaking through his mask of worry.
He hung up and headed straight for the station, boarding the train to the Central District. The maid frills felt strange beneath his coat, a secret layer of his identity that felt increasingly heavy. He didn't head for the Inferno office this time.
Renge headed straight for the Kinzui Neighborhood, the quiet, expensive streets feeling even more oppressive in the daylight.
As soon as he arrived at the familiar iron gate, he didn't hesitate. He walked through it with the same practiced casualness Miyu had shown the night before.
Before he could even reach for the handle, the heavy front door swung open.
Daichi stood there, framed by the opulence of his foyer. "Oh," he murmured, his voice a low, resonant hum. "What a surprise."
"Daichi-san," Renge began, his voice surprisingly steady.
"Hmm?"
"Let's make a deal!"
Daichi's lips slowly stretched into a smile—not the warm, paternal one he had given Miyu, but the sharp, calculated grin of a predator who had just seen his prize walk into the trap. The expression sent a violent chill down Renge's spine. He felt his muscles seize the moment he realized Daichi's gaze wasn't on his eyes, but fixed hungrily on his lips.
(This man... he's serious.)
"Oh, I know exactly what this is about," Daichi replied, his eyes dark with amusement.
Renge couldn't find the words to retort. He simply nodded, his resolve the only thing keeping him from bolting back to the station.
"I was about to head to the office, but this..." Daichi stepped aside, gesturing for Renge to enter. "This is much better."
Renge stepped over the threshold. Behind him, the door shut with a heavy, final thud that echoed through the marble hallway. He didn't look back. He couldn't.
"Don't be shy. You already know where we're going next," Daichi whispered, his hand a firm, guiding heat against Renge's back as he pushed him gently forward.
Renge moved like a puppet on strings. He led the way up the grand staircase, the silence of the mansion amplified by the sound of Daichi's footsteps following closely behind. They arrived at the massive bedroom doors once more.
Without waiting for an instruction, Renge walked to the center of the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He crossed his legs, trying to project a confidence he didn't feel.
Upon seeing the pose, Daichi slowly licked his lips.
Renge flicked his skirt up showing his panties.
"Nice one you got there!" Daichi declared as he approached Renge.
He then stopped right in front of Renge. His crotch was bulging right in front of Renge's face. Renge swallowed then sniffed the bulge in front of him.
"This is the smell of a real man, Renge-chan."
Renge's fingers traced around the bulge, avoiding it. His fingers went above it then slowly pulled down Daichi's pants. He gasped a little bit at what he saw. There was no underwear instead a very tanned cock.
(It's still limp.)
"Renge-chan, my son is still sleeping. Wake him up," Daichi said as his lips stretched into a grim smile.
Renge swallowed once and without hesitation he pressed his lips onto the cock. He went for the upperside, like kissing a baby. Then he felt sudden movement from the cock, so he leaned back.
Slowly the cock began to wake up. At first the tip pointed at the floor. But before long it stood up and directly faced Renge. The twenty one centimeter monster made him aroused. He could feel the heat coming from the cock as if it was breathing. It demanded more attention from Renge and Renge complied.
He leaned in again, pressing his lips to the very tip of the cock. Kissing it like kissing a lover. Instinctively he opened his mouth and the cock went in slowly. However it wasn't as smooth as the cock was too big for Renge's mouth.
Realizing the difficulty, Daichi grabbed Renge's head and pulled him gently. The cock went in deeper. The size of it made Renge stretched his mouth wide.
(If I stretch even more my mouth will tear apart.)
Renge's eyes turned glassy as the massive monster entered his mouth as Daichi began to move.
"Here it goes," he said as he pushed his hips forward.
Mmmmm.
Renge's voice was muffled by the flesh shoving inside his mouth back and forth.
"Renge-chan, be mindful," Daichi said. "Your teeth hurt, do something about it!"
(This can barely fit in mouth, yet this man makes such a demand still!?)
Renge then used his lips as cushion. This created a soft sensation for the cock to slide in. Sensing the immediate softness on his cock, Daichi shoved in deeper.
"Yeah like this, Renge-chan."
Each thrust reach Renge's throat. Ocassionally triggering his gag reflexes.
Ring.
Then Daichi's phone buzzed. He pulled it out from his pocket and read while thrusted faster into Renge's mouth.
(It's too deep.)
"I need to go." Daichi declared.
(What?)
His movement suddenly became harder like beast. Each push forcefully opened Renge's throat wider.
Eventually Renge felt the sudden twitch of Daichi's cock.
(Don't tell me!?)
In that instant Daichi finished. His juice poured in directly inside his throat.
(It's so sticky.)
The love juice dripped from the cock directly into his stomach. Renge could feel each drop mixed with his own acid.
As Daichi pulled out hastily pulled out his cock, the air immediately filled in the empty vaccum in his throat. Renge could only cough, trying to spew out the juice inside.
"Renge open your mouth."
"What?—"
The moment he looked up, Daichi's lips reached his. Shocked by the kiss, Renge leaned back. His body was slightly imbalanced and he fell to the bed.
Daichi smiled.
"I want to continue but I have real job to do."
"Is that all?"
Daichi didn't answer immediately. He simply pulled up his pants, turned away, and began walking toward the bedroom door. Just as his hand reached for the cold gold of the handle, he froze.
"You forgot to say something," he said, his voice low and commanding, still refusing to look back.
Renge's heart hammered against his ribs, his mind racing through every polite closing he knew.
"Wha—what should I say?"
"Say thank you," Daichi demanded.
The silence of the room pressed in on Renge. He knew the game now. He knew the hierarchy. Without a second thought, the words tumbled out, marking his total submission to the deal.
"Thank you... Daddy."
The shift in the agency was instantaneous. When the meeting began that evening—slated right after their daily rehearsal—Mio stood before them with a sudden, sharp clap of her hands.
"Tomorrow, we are going to do a DikDok collab with Renge's twin," she announced.
The room erupted. The exhaustion of the day vanished, replaced by a surge of genuine excitement from the group.
"Mio-san, what's the sudden change of heart?" Kiyomi asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked from the manager to a strangely quiet Renge.
"The agency changed its view," Mio said, her professional mask back in place. "Having a twin associated with an idol group is a huge marketing plus, after all." She ended the sentence with a playful wink, though Renge knew exactly whose view had actually changed.
The next morning, Renge brought Rin to the Inferno studio. It was a world she had only seen from the outside, and her eyes sparkled as she stepped onto the polished floors. Together, they recorded her first DikDok: a full minute of a high-energy dance cover featuring all of Cerb-3ros.
When the video finally went live, the results were modest. Though It pulled in about 20,000 views in the first few hours—a solid start, but not a global sensation.
For Renge, however, the metrics didn't matter. He wasn't looking at the dashboard or the view count. He was looking at his sister.
"Thank you, Onii-chan," Rin whispered, her face glowing with a radiant, genuine smile.