Get the hell out of there

Even though you just want to drift off to sleep for about twelve hours, you know this probably your last chance to avoid getting tortured by Yoshida and probably turned into sex **** for the yakuza. You roll off Hasegawa just as a blue streak of electricity shoots from Park’s gun and engulfs the chubby man. The stun blast reduces Hasegawa into a spasming mess. Damn, Park isn’t messing around with that shit. The shot let you his location and you make a split-second decision to attack him. He knows this place way better than you. If you just run, there is no way he won’t catch you.

You sprint forward and launch into a flying tackle. You hit him at chest level and carry him to the ground. The sound of his gun clattering away causes hope to blossom in your chest. Then Park’s arms wrap around you and he crushes you to his chest so hard that the breath is driven out of you. Park is significantly bigger and stronger than you, a situation you are far from familiar with. A **** panic fills your limbs with strength, however, and you manage to wiggle one of your arms free. You feel up to his face and then smash your fist down onto his nose. The cartilage breaks with a wet crunch. Park cries out and instinctively reaches up with one hand to protect his ruined nose. He still has you trapped with one arm but you manage to rear up enough to smash your forehead into his nose and mouth. It hurts like hell but it hurts him much worse.

Park lets you go completely now, covering his bleeding and broken face. You roll off him and to your feet just as the lights come back on. Your eyes dart to his gun and you dive for it. You scoop it up and shoot Park without hesitation. He spasms so badly when the blue light hits him that it looks like he’s having a seizure. You sigh in relief and just lie there for a moment. I gotta get out of here, you think. But it is hard to move now that the adrenaline has drained out of you.

The communicator in your ear vibrates and you stop breathing while the message comes in. Once you have it translated, you sigh deeply. Mission complete? Seriously? What the hell did I even come here for? You know you should be pleased and you're sure you will be. Right now, though, all you can think about is the fact that you just got double-penetrated trying to rescue someone who didn’t even need to be rescued.

You stumble to your feet, your legs trembling just with the effort of standing. As you walk to your suit, more cum leaks out of your pussy and asshole. God damn it. You grab Park’s discarded shirt and use it to clean yourself up a bit. The material is very nice. I wonder how much it cost him? You toss the cum-stained shirt in his general direction and then pull on your suit. I wonder if this thing is machine washable? You laugh tiredly as your own dumb question.

You manage to exit the building and get back to your safehouse without any trouble. As soon as you peel the suit off and fall into bed, you fall into an exhausted sleep.