The Double Date

POV: Kenji

Kenji had felt off for days.

Not sick.Not stressed.Just… misaligned. As if something inside him had shifted a few degrees without warning, leaving him half‑floating, half‑falling.

And it had only gotten worse since he sent off his university withdrawal a few days ago. The moment he hit submit, something loosened in him. Something deep. Something frighteningly liberating.

He’d felt free.

Too free.

Like a leash had fallen away… and maybe he didn’t want a world without one.

Even sex with Emily had changed.

She rode him harder now — not for joint pleasure, but out of frustration. She never came. Never.Instead, she used him, chased her own tension, and grew irritated that his body couldn’t satisfy her anymore.

And Kenji… Kenji had started begging.

Not for her orgasm.

Not for permission to touch her.

But for anal.

Begging to be taken like a girl.Begging to be filled.Begging to be treated the way he felt inside.

Emily laughed at first. Then she indulged him. Then she grew colder each time he begged for it again.

Last night, he had crossed a line even he wasn’t ready to admit.

He’d taken a pair of Emily’s panties — soft, lacy, pale pink — and pulled them on while she slept.

They fit.Too well.

They made his hips sway.They made his breath quicken.

They made him feel like something delicate… something kept.

He had fallen asleep wearing them.

He had woken up still wearing them.

He had put them back under her clothes drawer before she noticed.

He’d also started using her lotions — her body cream, her scented moisturizer — all the things he used to tease her for buying. Now they coated his thighs, his chest, his neck in a soft, feminine glow.

Every day he felt less like the man he’d been pretending to be.

Every day Emily seemed more annoyed by how easily he submitted.

And somewhere deeper — somewhere he refused to acknowledge — a second truth stirred:

He didn’t want to stop.

He didn’t want to be a man for her.He didn’t want to be a man for anyone.

But Eli… Eli made everything worse.

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Mei had dragged everyone out for a “cute double date,” though everyone knew it wasn’t about romance.

Emily had said yes before the sentence finished.

Too quick.Too eager.

Kenji didn’t understand why.

Not until Eli walked into the restaurant.

He didn’t stride in — he glided, like a man born to take up space. His shoulders relaxed, his movements unhurried, his gaze steady and quiet. People stepped aside without knowing why.

Kenji felt his own posture collapse.

Eli sat directly across from him.

Not beside Emily.Not beside Mei.Directly across from Kenji.Like he wanted Kenji under examination.

“Emily told me you’re thinking about dropping out,” Eli said.

Kenji wished Emily hadn’t told him. “It’s just a thought.”

“A good one,” Eli replied. “You have wasted years forcing yourself into a cage you were never meant for.” He tilted his head, eyes sliding over Kenji’s torso, his shoulders, his soft jaw. “You were never meant to lead. Never meant to decide. You don’t need a cage, Kenji… you need purpose.”

Mei snorted softly, amused. “Exactly. Leading, deciding — that’s not you. Xing’s isn’t that either. Some people were made to follow, and that’s okay.”

Emily nodded immediately, her voice warm, soothing, certain. “You don’t have to break your head over who you’re supposed to be. You help, you support, you care. That’s your strength. And we know what’s better for you than you do right now.”

Eli’s eyes held Kenji’s. “See? They already understand. Your life doesn’t need pressure or direction from you. It needs guidance. Real guidance.”

Emily blushed. Blushed.Like Eli’s words were a private compliment to her.

Mei watched with wicked amusement.

“If you want,” Eli continued, “come help out at my gym. I’ll train you. Teach you real strength. Teach you how to find your new self. A life you’ll actually like — a life that feels like a cage… a cage you want to stay in. Because deep down, you know I know what’s best for you.”

Hana gasped delightfully. “Kenji, that’s perfect for you! Eli is amazing.”

Kenji nodded, embarrassed by how good the offer made him feel. “I… yeah. Maybe.”

Eli smirked — the expression of a man moving the first crucial piece.

He didn’t look at Kenji this time. He turned deliberately toward Emily.

“How are you holding up with everything?” Eli asked her.

Emily blinked, surprised by the softness in his tone. “Me? I’m fine—just tired.”

“You carry too much,” Eli said. “More than anyone else at this table. People forget how much weight you hold for them.”

Emily’s breath caught.

Kenji felt invisible.

Mei watched the exchange with a sly grin.

“You shouldn’t have to do everything alone,” Eli added. “Especially with…” His eyes flicked toward Kenji for just a second. “…how things are at home.”

Eli leaned back, his voice dropping into something calm and absolute — the tone of a man stating a truth, not offering an opinion.

“It was the right call telling Kenji to leave university,” he said. “You saw what he couldn’t: he was drowning in a life that was never meant for him. Someone had to make the decision he couldn’t make for himself.”

Emily’s expression softened with agreement — and relief. “Exactly. He isn’t built for that kind of world. And we can’t keep pretending he was.”

Mei rested her chin on her hand, amused and pleased. “Xing’s like us aren’t meant to lead anything. Some people are made to follow — and that’s okay.”

Eli smiled faintly, eyes sliding back to Emily. “Xing´s like the Nakamuras need structure. Guidance. Our guidance. They don’t know what’s best for them — but we do. That means we take responsibility for them.”

His gaze sharpened, his smirk returning.

“And in return for us carrying that responsibility… they owe us absolute obedience. In everything.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“That appeals to you, doesn’t it?”

Emily’s cheeks flushed. “Yeah. I… I know. It’s a good feeling. I just wish Kenji would be more… helpful in certain areas.”

Kenji straightened in his seat. “I try—”

Emily cut him off with a gentle smile meant to look kind but felt dismissive.

“I know you try, sweetie.”

Mei giggled under her breath.

Kenji clenched his fist under the table.

He was about to stand—whether to go to the bathroom or just escape for a breath he didn’t know—but as he pushed his chair back he bumped straight into the passing waiter.

The tray the man was carrying jerked violently.

A full glass of cola tipped.

Another slid.

In a split second, both drinks spilled forward, crashing down Kenji’s chest and soaking his shirt in cold, sticky liquid.

The waiter stumbled, regained balance, and immediately scowled.

“Dude, watch where you’re flailing your body,” the waiter snapped. “Some of us are actually working.”

Kenji froze.

The waiter scoffed louder, rolling his eyes. “Unbelievable. Are you blind or just stupid?” He stepped closer — way too close — the smell of cheap deodorant hitting Kenji’s nose.

Before Kenji could react, the waiter grabbed him by the front of his soaked shirt, fists twisting the fabric, yanking him forward.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” the waiter hissed. “You think you can just stand up whenever you want? You little fuck-up. I’ve had toddlers with better balance.”

Kenji froze, breath caught in his throat.

Emily gasped.

Mei’s mouth fell open.

The rant kept going.

The waiter yanked Kenji even closer, spit flying as he sneered, “You little Xing’s bitch think you’re so smart? Listen, you clueless toy—you apologize right now or I’ll make you wish you had. You hear me? I’ll fuck up your whole night if you don’t show some damn respect.”

A shadow fell across the table.

Eli stood.

Not abruptly.Not loudly.Just stood.

Everything stopped.

“What,” Eli said quietly, “did you just say to him?”

The waiter swallowed but didn’t back off. “Look, man, he bumped me—twice.”

“He was standing up,” Eli replied, stepping forward. “And you decided to talk down to him like he’s something beneath you.”

Eli’s expression hardened — colder, sharper.

“And how,” he continued, voice dropping low, “do you think you get to speak like that to my buddy?”

Kenji’s stomach flipped at the phrasing — his — because that was exactly how he felt.

The waiter scoffed again, but weaker now. “I’m just saying, dude needs to watch where he’s—”

Eli took one more step.

“Say it again.”

The room seemed to tighten.A pressure change.A warning.

The waiter’s bravado collapsed instantly. “I—I’ll, uh—go get towels.”

“Good,” Eli murmured. “And when you come back, try talking to people with respect. Start with him.” He nodded at Kenji.

The waiter all but ran.

Emily stared at Eli in open admiration.Mei shivered.Hana whispered, “God, he’s amazing.”

Kenji sat slowly, breath shaking.

No one had ever defended him like that. No one had ever made him feel so… protected. So small. So owned.owned.

Eli turned to him, voice softening.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

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Eli shut the bathroom door.

The sound echoed in the tiled room.

“Take it off,” he said.

Kenji hesitated — just a second, just long enough for Eli to notice.

Eli’s voice dropped, soft and coaxing. “Come on… you want me to see you ****.”

And that was all it took.

Kenji obeyed instantly.

He peeled the wet shirt over his head, goosebumps rising across his chest. Eli’s gaze traveled down his body — not objectifying, but evaluating… like Kenji was a project he intended to shape with his own hands.

His gaze dropped lower — lingering on Kenji’s waist, the slight curve of his hips, the softness that no amount of denial could hide.

“Mmh,” Eli murmured, voice dipping. “No wonder you move the way you do.”

He stepped closer, fingers brushing just above Kenji’s hipbone — light, testing, intimate.

“These hips…” Eli’s thumb traced the subtle inward curve. “Softer than your mother’s. Softer than half the women I train.”

Kenji’s breath trembled, his cheeks burned. He shouldn’t have liked what Eli said — shouldn’t have melted under it — but he did.

Before Kenji could think, Eli lifted his arms and pulled off his own shirt.

The world stopped.

The hard curves of Eli’s chest, the carved abs, the smooth confidence in how he exposed himself — it hit Kenji like a blow.

Strong.

So strong.

So effortlessly strong.

Kenji stared.

His pulse climbed.His stomach flipped.

His thighs pressed together unconsciously.

“It’s fine,” Eli murmured. “You can look.”

Kenji’s breath trembled. “I-I don’t like— men.”

Eli’s smirk was slow, intimate.

“You like dominance.”Another step closer.“You like being seen.”Another.“You like someone telling you what to do so you can stop pretending you know.”

Kenji couldn’t breathe.

Eli picked up a clean shirt — his own — and pulled it over Kenji’s head with deliberate gentleness.

The fabric brushed Kenji’s nipples.He gasped.

Eli heard it.

Eli liked hearing it.

“There,” Eli murmured. “Much better. Looks cute on you.”

He let the words hang for a beat, then added softly, almost teasingly,

“Come on… we shouldn’t keep the ladies waiting.””

Kenji’s knees nearly gave out.

He couldn’t stop the flush spreading down his neck, across his chest.

He wanted to run.He wanted to stay forever.

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Author´s Note

We’re closing in on the end — finally.

In the next 1–2 weeks, this entire Nakamura side-arc will be complete.

That means I’ll be shifting focus back to a new main storyline, and with it, a lot more world-building. The larger Calvesian universe needs to keep expanding, and the Brotherhood of White Calvesians will soon move back into center stage.

Garrett has already infiltrated Calvesian Higher Education

— and he’s quietly taking it over, piece by piece.

The question now is:

What sector falls next?

Which pillar of society should the next MC — corrupt, rewrite, and ultimately control?

Choose the next domain:

Religion

Economy / Industry

Security / Defense

Media / Culture

Crime / The Underworld

(And don’t worry — Politics is being saved for much later, when the world is ready for the final collapse.)

Once you pick the direction,

I’ll let you vote on which mind-control method the MC will use to dominate and reshape it.

https://strawpoll.com/GJn449pm6nz