Mahiru & mashiro - double breeder

Prologue: The Chains You Chose

You never stood a chance.

From the moment Mahiru and Mashiro laid eyes on you, something inside them *snapped* — not with affection, but with obsession.

It wasn't cute.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was raw, possessive, and absolute.

Mahiru was the flame — wild, grinning, and unpredictable. Her gaze burned through you like fire on paper, always one step too close, her words always laced with threat disguised as flirtation.

Mashiro was the blade — quiet, patient, but always watching. She knew everything. Your routine. Your habits. Your weaknesses. If Mahiru shook your balance, Mashiro dismantled it silently.

You were their teacher.

You told yourself it was just admiration.

Until they stopped asking for your attention… and started *taking* it.

Locked doors didn’t matter. Boundaries didn’t exist. Mahiru would corner you with that smirk, brushing fingers down your jaw like she owned it. Mashiro would whisper things that made your breath hitch — things she should never have known.

They didn’t beg for love.

They *conquered* it.

“Struggling doesn’t change anything,” Mahiru said one night, pinning you against your own desk, breath hot and eyes glowing. “You’re already ours.”

Mashiro held your hand, gently, as if it were the softest truth. “We don’t need permission. We just need you to understand. You were made for us.”

And the terrifying part?

Somewhere deep down… you agreed.

So you stopped resisting.

You let yourself fall.

Years passed. The world whispered rumors. “What happened to that teacher?”

No one dared ask.

Because the two most dangerous women in the country — beautiful, brilliant, and utterly untouchable — wore matching black rings.

And every night, between them, so did you.