There was a party hall located below Kobe’s
largest hotel, the Fantsar Hotel. The hall was rented out every night for a
variety of different events.
Once a month, it was rented out under the
Kurosaki name and that custom had been ongoing since several decades ago.
The guests at the tables sneered as they
watched woman after woman walk down the central stage like it was a fashion
show. They would reach the stand in the very center, strike a predetermined
pose for three seconds, and then walk back. That was all.
The only real difference from a simple
fashion show was the kind of clothing they wore.
They only wore two strips of red plastic
tape passing below their crotch and over their shoulders. The tape covered
their nipples at first, but it slipped out of place with each step they took.
As they walked, it rode up in their butt and even their labia, so everything
was visible by the time they reached the center.
The guests could enjoy the nudity or enjoy
the excitement of the hidden parts gradually coming into view during the walk
down the stage. Either way, the show was enough to excite them.
This show was about showing off women’s
bodies, not fashion.
It was a slave auction party.
It was a marketplace for the Kurosaki
brothel.
Their customers were quick to lose interest
and seek out something new, so the “employees” procured from the entertainment
world were able to return to the TV industry with some assurance of fame. But
the indebted schoolgirls, runaways, and girls who had been broken by the drugs
they were administered would be used for further profit here. It was up to
their own skill whether they would be bought by someone wealthy, hired into the
ordinary sex industry, or unable to find a buyer and kicked out with their family
register entry altered.
For the trainer named Shibaki, this
regularly-scheduled party was a critical point in his job.
If he produced a slave who fetched a higher
price than the others, it would prove his skill as a trainer, so it was worth
watching to see what prices his slaves went for.
“You’re up next. Get up there.”
“…”
But today was different.
The runaway girl named Haramiya Koishi had
sold her body in exchange for a large sum of money. His first job for her was
to put herself up for sale at this auction.
However, he did not intend to actually sell
her. He only wanted to see how she reacted.
“O-okay.”
Like the others, she was only allowed to
wear the red tape. She was nervous and embarrassed enough to work up a sweat,
but she had enough courage to move her trembling legs and climb onto the stage.
The hall filled with shouts as the audience
began catcalling.
“Ugh…”
Koishi was briefly overwhelmed by those
voices and came to a stop.
But after shutting her eyes and opening
them again, her hesitation had vanished. She walked down the stage a step at a
time.
Her body was still in the process of
growing and her bust in particular was still only about an A-cup. Due to that,
her breasts did not jiggle much and the tape hiding her nipples stayed in place
even after several steps. Someone in the audience shouted “show us your tits”.
Two steps before the center, the catcaller
got half his wish when the tape slipped away from her right breast. The light
pink color briefly came into view and cheers erupted in the hall.
Koishi quickly fixed the tape and finally
arrived in the center.
“…”
She had been told what to do next.
Lusty eyes were focused on her from every
direction. That inspired too much embarrassment for even the strongest of wills
to bear. Her face was stiff with tension and so pale it looked like she was
about to pass out.
Shibaki stared intently at that expression.
“Kh.”
She again squeezed her eyes shut and reopened them. That acted as a switch to
shake off her embarrassment, so as instructed, she turned around and bent her
hips at a 90-degree angle.
She stuck her ass out toward the audience.
The red tape on her right shoulder was
pulled right and the one on her left shoulder was pulled left. The two tapes
overlapped at her crotch, but they pulled apart there and spread her butt to
either side.
This revealed her anus and also spread her
hidden crevice to expose her light pink vulva. A camera zoomed in on that and the
TVs installed across the hall displayed a close-up of her flesh which looked
like soft and sweet mizu yokan. The hall erupted in cheers and applause.
“Kh…hh…”
Koishi suffered through the three required
seconds.
Shibaki continued staring at the look on
her face.
“You did well.”
Once the show was over, they immediately
left the hotel and took a tunnel back to the Kurosaki leisure facility.
When he used his phone to check the price she
had earned, he saw she had reached 50 times the normal market value.
However, she had not been sold to those
customers. Shibaki had chosen a random value above what they were bidding and
bought her under his name. Now they were hurrying back to the leisure facility
that was used for his training job.
Koishi kept her mouth shut and said nothing
the entire time. Her expression did not change either, but she squeezed the
coat he had given her and frustration filled her eyes like tears.
Shibaki observed that expression.
(She will make the finest product.)
He smiled in his heart.
Putting the girl in the show before
training her was a form of test.
A girl with so little shame she could
endure that humiliation just fine would never make a good product. They had to
resist it, but if they were too soft and either sat down or cried before
striking the required pose, they would be hard to train. On the other hand, it
was not good for them to look resigned to their fate when they struck the pose.
If they sulked about their humiliation, they would be a second-rate product.
They had to tremble with embarrassment
while striking the pose.
They could not wholly give in or wholly
refuse. They needed to maintain their pride and face the humiliation.
And then that same pride had to make them
tremble in shame.
That type made for the best products.
Koishi was that type.
“You are a masochist. A born slave who
truly loves serving men.”
“!”
Koishi snapped out of her daze and glared
at him when he more or less rejected her entire personality.
He made sure not to look away. He had made
slaves of more than 500 women, so his eyes seemed able to predict what this
girl would do. She had not run from that humiliation, but…
“Kh…”
When facing another person, her eyebrows
weakly drooped.
“Heh heh. Looks like you do know you’re a
slave after all.”
He triumphantly reached for the chest of
the coat she was holding so tightly.
She was not wearing anything underneath. He
grabbed her breast which still had marks from the plastic tape. He lightly
massaged it and rolled it around.
She clenched her teeth and bore with it…but
she appeared to be quite sensitive. When he rolled her nipple around, a sigh
escaped her lips. Shibaki was enjoying this now, so he moved his hand down.
“I bet you’re awfully wet. Well, are you?”
“Please…stop.”
Her skinny waist looked soft, but he felt her abs pushing back at him. It was
more than just her temperament. The feel of her skin also seemed to tempt men
to touch her. She would be able to manipulate so many men with that skin alone.
He slid his hand down to her tightly closed
thighs and forced them open. He touched her secret flesh which was still hot
from all the gazes violating it.
“Yes, you are wet.”
“Th-that’s sweat. …Yes, it’s only sweat.”
“Is it now?”
Shibaki of course knew that the dampness he felt was only a nervous sweat.
But that was not the issue here. As he
softly massaged her down there…
“Ah…kh, stop…sto- ahn.”
She grabbed at his hand, but she could not
pull it away and could only gasp from the sensation. Her body squirmed so much
that she was more embracing his upper arm than grabbing at his hand.
The fact that he had bought her as a
product was of course a factor, but this girl had a truly passive nature.
She probably was not aware of it herself,
but a top-rate trainer like Shibaki had seen through to that fundamental aspect
of her personality.
She was a masochist. She was a slave deep
down. He had not been lying when he said that.
Whether or not someone had the temperament
to be a slave ultimately came down to how passive they were at the core.
And when that was combined with her sensitivity…
“You will start working with a customer
tonight. I will get you ready, so spread your legs.”
“Eh? A-already?”
“There is a man who likes girls like you.
C’mon, I have some lubricant for you.”
He pulled a white cream from his pocket.
He used his phone to check the final price
she had been bought for under the name Shibaki. He sent a price twice as high
to the customer. After watching him do that almost mechanically, the girl
relented and opened the front of her coat.
He rubbed the cream deep inside her vagina,
but it was still a mechanical thing, like he was just doing his job. It must
have hurt a little because Koishi groaned dully.
And then…
“Nhh.”
Shibaki did not miss the sweet nasal breath when he teasingly stroked her clit.
“Oh ho ho. This is wonderful. What a cute
thing you are.”
Koishi was brought to an inn next to a golf
course in the mountains.
They had entered a tunnel on the way there and
she had not been able to see outside for a good long while, so she was unsure
where she even was. While nervous about that, she was brought to a room in the
back of the inn. A man named Ookura sat the seat of honor in a room where
around 10 people were partying. That was her customer for the night.
They moved to an adjacent room with a few
guards left outside. The room contained two futons laid out side by side and
the man started laughing and removing his clothes as soon as they walked in.
“I’ve already washed up, so don’t you worry
about that. Oh, and you don’t have to wash up. I like you as you are. Eh hee
hee.”
“…Yes, sir.”
As Shibaki had instructed her, she removed
her clothes, sat down, and placed her hands politely in front of her knees. When
she gave a polite bow, Ookura grinned even more.
“Yes, yes, excellent. My granddaughter
turned 10 last month and she says she doesn’t want to take baths with her
grandpa anymore, so I was feeling a little lonely. Hee hee hee. Will you help
comfort me?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
She had been told to never answer with
anything but yes and to always address him as “sir”.
She faithfully did as told.
“I was born into money and I’m picky about
my women, you see. But because of that, I’ll pay the price of a building in the
finest district for a virgin like you who is free of disease and does not smoke
or do drugs.”
What she had been told in advance, what he
was saying now, and his looks only inspired disgust in her, but she clenched
her teeth to bear with it. He was a short man, but he felt incredibly
intimidating when he rolled on top of her on the futon.
She could not suppress a groan of disgust
when he kissed her.
She had been told to go along with whatever
he did to her, but her teeth were clenched too tight to accept his tongue. That
was a mistake on her part, but Ookura was not angry and even seemed to like
that innocence.
“Ahh, now this is a nice body. Shibaki-kun
really knows what I like.”
That vile mouth left her lips and moved
downward.
She had taken a shower after the show, but
he seemed happy to find the sweat she had produced since then. His tongue
crawled along her neck and armpit.
Her body was being passively devoured.
Koishi grimaced at how gross it felt. He apparently really had taken a bath,
but the mixture of a perfume-like luxury soap and the distinct body odor of the
elderly made her want to vomit.
In a way, the intense disgust helped her.
She barely felt like she was exposing herself to a human, so it felt less like
her nudity was being observed.
“Oh, what’s this? You’re already wet.”
“P-please don’t say that, sir.”
So she calmly replied as the trainer had told her to.
The man’s tongue reached her lower stomach
and he spread her legs. The glistening pink at the center of her spread legs
was like a flower after the rain.
The cream applied in the car had melted,
coated her vagina, and started to flow out. Only the perfect amount came out,
which may have been a testament to the trainer’s skill. It covered her entire
vagina, but not so much as to be unnatural.
Ookura was delighted and clung to her all
the tighter. His dried-out old body slid atop her youthful skin.
And something surprisingly hard and stiff
for his age touched her soaked garden.
“Impressive, isn’t it? I was only planning
to play golf today, but when I heard about you, I made sure to add some
softshell turtle and eel to the menu. Hee hee hee.”
He spoke proudly and placed his weight on
her while pinning her in place.
“~~”
Koishi could not help but grimace for a
moment.
But she did not say anything.
She did not sulk. She kept a strong will
and gave no complaints.
“Go ahead, sir. Please be my first.”
The opposite sex entered her cream-coated
body. She accepted the sensation of her first time.
“Kh.”
She lost her virginity.
The sensation of something bursting raced
up from the base of her legs. This was her first time, so she had no idea if
that was her hymen or if sex always felt like this.
She simply had a vague sense that she had
lost something irreplaceable.
Nevertheless, she shed no tears.
Koishi’s deflowering ended after only two
minutes.
She was not aware of it, but there was a
magic in that body part that had just accepted a man for the first time and
Ookura blew his load after just a little over a minute. For better or for
worse, he had only used up two minutes of the promised two hours.
Shibaki had made some guesses based on what
he felt with his fingers, but her vagina turned out to be even better than he
had imagined.
This threw of his training plans. The
deflowering was supposed to go slow and easy so it did not leave any trauma in
the girl’s heart.
But the look on Koishi’s face was dark as
she washed herself off in the shower.
After ejaculating almost immediately, the
man named Ookura had managed a couple more erections during the two hours and had
cummed simply by rubbing against her soft skin. The disgusting sensation of his
saliva and semen all over her body seemed to have scarred her heart enough.
(Time to get started, I guess.)
Shibaki had stood at the head of his field
for a decade, so he could instinctually guess the most effective method for
this girl.
“I’m coming in.”
“!”
He entered the shower room without waiting for a response.
When the man walked in wearing only a
towel, Koishi’s shoulders jumped in surprise, but then she looked the other way
and gave no further response.
Ignoring him was the most she could do at
the moment.
The scent of a man in perfume joined the
oppressively-strong aroma of soap, but she did not leave or cry.
The awful deflowering had not broken her
spirit. Shibaki breathed a sigh of relief.
“Ookura had nothing but praise for you. You
did well today.”
He grabbed a towel from the edge of the
shower and scooped some body soap out of the almost-empty container.
“You will make an excellent product. I
guarantee it.”
“Ah…”
He worked up a lather and rubbed it into
her white skin.
She jumped at first, but he was using soap
through a towel. This was a cleansing act, so she did not feel any disgust from
it. That allowed her to accept the man’s hand crawling across her body.
Shibaki, of course, was not interested in
cleaning her up out of kindness.
He rubbed her fairly skinny body: her
collarbones, her flat chest, her sides, her navel, her thighs, and…
“Ah…hh.”
He was especially thorough in the places
Ookura had played with.
“Hh…hh…kh.”
How many times today had someone else’s
fingers stirred up her labia? She could not hide the tension and disgust on her
face.
That change in expression was exactly what
Shibaki wanted.
He did not limit himself to her crotch. He
gently massaged her entire body while occasionally returning there.
She initially just let him do it, but she
gradually wrinkled her brow and tried to close her long legs.
She was protesting.
Ever since they had met, she had accepted
every humiliation like a doll, but now she was protesting. She was showing
signs that she did not want him to do this anymore.
Shibaki knew exactly what this meant.
“It didn’t hurt, did it? That is because of
the special cream I gave you.”
“Eh?”
His words slipped into a gap in her heart.
“What I gave you was a drug that will turn
any child into a whore.”
He dropped the towel.
“Well, it varies some from person to
person, so it may not have taken effect yet while you were with the customer.”
He was now rubbing his fingers into her
vagina directly.
“Ah, ahhh.”
The feminine core of her body was several
times softer and looser than when it had accepted Ookura inside, so it easily
swallowed his fingers.
And as his fingers entered her, the breaths
escaping her grew sweeter and more nasal.
“Hm? Is the drug still in effect?”
He told a blatant lie while rubbing his
fingers down from her clitoris, across her urethra, and then into her vagina to
stir it up some more.
That cream had been nothing but lubricant.
It had no other effects. He would not have given her anything else when Ookura
had wanted a virgin who did not use drugs.
But the finger technique of a first-rate
trainer was enough to get the girl worked up with the placebo effect alone.
She bit her lower lip to restrain her voice
and her white shoulders shook.
She had been given an excuse for what she
was feeling. She could accept this pleasure and blame it on a drug.
He could tell her barrier of pride was
shaken and that her sensuality had doubled. She had acted like a doll at first,
but now her face was red and she had to restrain her voice. Her butt wiggled
around as if trying to escape his hand.
A trainer’s job was to construct an escape
route that guided the girl in the direction he wanted.
“I should get clean too. Wash me.”
He circled in front of the girl, picked the
towel up off the floor, added some more soap, and handed it to her.
He was muscular for his age and had a very
male smell to him. The girl looked away uncomfortably, but she still obediently
took the towel.
She already felt bad about the pleasure she
was feeling, so being able to touch him instead of having him touch her would
feel like an escape route.
Her awkward movements were more like
touching his skin than washing it.
“That won’t accomplish anything. C’mon, use
your entire body to wash me.”
“Kyah…”
Just as her hands reached his back, he
pulled her close.
He held her so tightly her small bust
squashed against his chiseled abs. Her shoulders shook in confusion, and…
“Eek.”
She moved her stomach away before her
chest.
Her soft and slender waist had been pressed
against a hard object on the front of his body. She pulled her lower body back
to escape its heat, stiffness, and size.
He dropped the towel from his hips to
reveal that manly erection to her.
Ookura’s had not been small by any means,
but this first-rate trainer’s was on another level entirely when it came to
size and presence. It had soaked in the sexual fluids of more than a thousand
women and it gave off an intimidating aura.
“C’mon, get to washing.”
He let the girl have her small escape route of pulling her stomach away from
it, but he told her to move the hands she had around on his back.
“R-right.”
She had been so focused on the penis that
she was more than willing to wash the man’s neck and back with the towel if it
meant she did not have to deal with that object.
And at the same time, the way she pulled
her stomach back meant her butt was sticking out behind her.
“Ah…ahn!”
When he reached out his arms, she could not
move her heart-shaped butt forward or back.
His fingers dove into the smooth valley
there, stroked her cute anus, and then found her feminine garden once more. The
fire had already been lit there, so it readily accepted his fingers.
“Ah, ahh…um, d-don’t touch me there…”
She finally verbally rejected him. She
complained.
Confident that her pride had crumbled, the
trainer stuck his fingers inside the hole instead of just rubbing all around
it.
“Ah, ahn. I said…stop. Ahh.”
The towel fell for the second time, this time from the girl’s hand.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as if
seeking help. He could tell she was scared.
She had tried to remain emotionless, but
she could no longer suppress the feelings that accompanied the pleasure rising
from her vagina. She childishly clung to the man in a mixture of fear and
confusion.
“Heh heh. Don’t be scared. This will feel
good soon enough.”
A trainer’s job was ultimately to foster this sense of reliance in the girl. He
grinned at the progress he was making and he used his other hand to pull her
close.
“Ah…hh…”
He felt the girl’s fearfully tensed muscles
relax somewhat at finding someone to cling to and rely on.
The fingers in her vagina felt an even more
powerful reaction. She was so wet inside you would think he really had given
her a drug and she squeezed tightly on his fingers. When he shoved them deep
inside, the inner flesh swelled out in a ring shape to tighten around those
fingers.
She was ready to accept a man. That was a
proper sexual organ now.
And that was why she could not remain a
doll and had to try to escape using words of rejection like “stop” or “let go”.
At the same time, she moved her butt ever
forward in search of a new escape route.
“Ah…”
The giant pressure returned to her stomach.
Unable to move forward or back, she froze
in place. And this time, he did not give her an escape route. He pushed his
hips against her and pulled her butt toward him with his fingers still inside
her nectary hole.
“Ah…ahh, ahh.”
The combination of the pleasure and the
heat on her lower stomach caused her to finally look up at the man with a
tearful look on her face.
She looked like she was about to cry, but
he could see a seductive masochism in the light pink of her flushed cheeks.
“Heh heh heh. To reiterate, you will make
an excellent product. I will make sure of it.”
When he pulled up on her chin, she only worriedly shut her eyes.
“You belong to me.”
“Nh…”
When he stole her lips, the breath that left her nose contained a hint of
relief.
Relief in this situation and in this man.
She seemed to be agreeing to leave herself
in this trainer’s hands.
“Stick your butt out. Yes, and try
spreading it yourself.”
“O-okay.”
Koishi placed her hands on the shower
room’s tile wall and bent forward as asked.
She bent her white back in an S-shape and
stuck her hips out toward the man standing behind her. Then she grabbed her own
round butt and pulled to either side. She revealed everything from her lightly
colored anus to her soaked vaginal fruit.
Five hours had passed since the show at the
Fantsar Hotel. Her youth had erased all sign of the plastic tape from her skin.
She seemed like an entirely different
person since then.
The shower alone could not explain it.
There was a sticky pink heat in her. She gave off the faint aroma of sweat. And
most of all, she trembled with embarrassment because she was aware of the man’s
gaze on her.
(It took five hours to make a slave out of
her. That was fast. She must be quite the masochist.)
Shibaki smiled in simple satisfaction as he
worked out the training numbers in his head.
The confusion and fear would be assisting
the process at the moment, but now that she had experienced it once, her slave
side would show itself more readily. Humans tended to rush to the escape routes
they had already found.
Once this had been normalized for her, she
would be a proper sex slave. Thanks to his ample experience, Shibaki knew just
how easy it was to corrupt the creatures known as humans.
“Okay, I’m putting it in. Thank me for
using your hole.”
“But I-…”
She started to protest his high-pressure
words, but…
“Nh…”
He pressed his large penis head against the
vagina she had spread open with her fingers.
If he pushed in and penetrated her…
“I said thank me for using your hole.”
“~~”
“Say it.”
“Th-thank…you.”
She succumbed to his intimidating aura
which was accompanied by a physical heat and she spoke the words of a slave.
He chose that moment to slip the head inside
her. Her eyes widened at her second ever penetration.
“Gh…ah, ghh.”
The first time, she had only felt pain. She
had clenched her teeth and waited for it to be over, like an elementary school
child getting a shot.
But the meaning and sensation of this second
time were different.
The pain and the weird sensation spreading
through the bottom of her body pushed a groan out of her throat.
“Oh? You have a nice pussy. I bet Ookura
was happy.”
“Kh.”
And that was why the trainer made a point of reminding her of the first time.
He reminded her of that pain and disgust.
“And a sensitive one at that.”
He spanked her ass while moving the tip up
and down.
“Ah, nh…”
Shibaki’s ample experience told him exactly
how much he had to loosen up a woman’s body before she would feel pleasure from
his impressive size. He knew Koishi’s body had blossomed enough.
And he knew her small hole would feel no
pain if he only gently teased the entrance.
The sensual feeling was supported by the
reminder of Ookura. This small pleasure acted as an escape route because it was
better than that pain. The feeling of “at least it’s better than that” was
another factor that helped her look positively upon being fucked by a man she
had never met before today.
“Ahh…nh, nhh…ahh.”
“Is it feeling that good already?”
“N-no…it…ah.”
When his flesh spear was halfway inside
her, her contracting vagina seemed to form ridges and clamp down on his penis.
That meant there was no reason to hold back. The trainer smiled at how quickly
her body adapted. This was quick even in his experience.
He thrust his hips into that body which
displayed a rare level of masochism.
“Hh…hhhh, hhhhh!”
His giant cock entered her like it was
nothing at all and his hips slapped against her heart-shaped butt.
“Pant, pant… It…went in? It went…in.”
Her eyes widened tearfully at the intense
pressure that felt like a deep hole opening in her body.
When she felt the foreign object spreading
the inside of her belly, her breathing grew heavy, but she did not seem to be
in pain. The man began gently moving his hips. Instead of thrusting in and out,
he kept his hips against her small butt and moved the rest of his body like he
was performing an intimate dance.
“Focus on the sensation of it inside you.
From now on, you are a doll whose holes exist to pleasure this.”
“Ah…ahn, ah…ahhh.”
“But this is a give-and-take relationship.
If you swear loyalty to this, I can promise you happiness. Isn’t it starting to
feel good now?”
“Ah…ah…”
Once it was already inside them, no one
felt pain from this movement. But the mere fact that it was moving inside her
brought fear, so she naturally obeyed his movements and followed along with his
dance. She started moving her butt along with him.
By whispering to her while she was choosing
to go along with his movements, he knew he could slip suggestions into her mind
like a form of hypnotism.
“How do you like my cock? Pretty nice,
isn’t it? Feels great, doesn’t it?”
He pressed against her back and whispered
in her ear.
The pain and the weird feeling would still
be stronger inside her, but he was gradually placing some pleasure at the edges
of those feelings.
He only had to let her find that pleasure
for herself.
“Your body is saying it feels good. You’re
remembering how happy you are to be fucked by me, aren’t you? You’re glad to be
skewered by me, aren’t you?”
He massaged her sides, armpits, and hard nipples as he spoke.
He even poked at her clitoris which was
fully erect due to the massive object inside her.
“Ahhh, n-not there…ah.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it? Heh heh. Why not
thank me for fucking you? Tell me how happy you are to have my cock inside
you.”
“Hh…nhh, I-I’m not sure that’s true.”
She still could not fully let go of her
pride, but the truth was obvious to the man inside the part of her that gave the
most obvious reaction.
Her vagina was squeezing tightly, just like
it had to his fingers before.
“Ahhhhn!”
He removed his hips from her butt.
He pulled his sticky penis halfway out. A
few folds of light pink flesh stuck to it and were visible at the bottom of her
heart-shaped butt. Just as her flesh contracted and started to pull back
inside, he shoved his penis all the way back in.
“Ahh, ahhhhhh, i-incredible…”
He repeated the process a second and third
time.
He started thrusting in and out, but there
was no hint of pain in her voice.
The simple hypnotism from before had
convinced her the pleasure was greater than the pain. Once this happened, she
could never defy the owner of this penis. When humans weighed pleasure against
pain, they would always choose the former.
“Ah, ahn. Stop, ahh, wait…what is this?”
She must have known she was falling into
depthless pleasure. She could no longer hide her moans and cries.
With pain or humiliation, she only had to
bear with it. But no such breakwater existed for the pleasure of sex. The
trainer was satisfied that this girl was approaching the same fate as the many
other women he had trained.
“There is nothing to worry about. Now cum.
Teach your body that this cock can make you happier than anything else in the
world.”
“Nooo, stop, ahn, stooooop!”
He continued pounding her lower body while
keeping the force just weak enough to not cause any pain in her undeveloped
inner pathway.
They were sharing the sensual pleasure like
they had melted together. As his large penis moved back and forth, her slender
body danced side to side. She responded to his direct masculine movements with
enveloping feminine movements.
“No…ah, I can’t…eh?”
“Say it feels good. Thank me for fucking
you.”
“Ah, ah.”
Just as her emotionlessness gave way to complaints, he triumphantly rushed her.
Now that her emotions had been unearthed,
she shut her eyes in resignation.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yes…ahhn, it feels amazing.”
She answered while her soaked vaginal flesh
squeezed the male meat attacking her.
“Thank me. Tell me how you feel about me
fucking you.”
“Ahh, I’m glad, ahn, so glad. I’m so happy
that you’re pleasuring me with your penis.”
She arched her slender back, scattered her hair, and looked up at him over her shoulder even though he had not told her to.
The top-rate trainer had seen those
seductive slave eyes countless times before.
“Th-thank you for giving me your penis. I
love it.”
Her own words seemed to supply the finishing blow.
“Ah…ah, ahhhhhhh, what, what, ahhhhhhhhh,
what is this?”
Her body trembled while still twisted
around to look at him.
Even the man was surprised that this was
happening right when she gave in.
“You’re cumming, aren’t you? That’s good.
But tell me you are.”
“Yes, ahn, I’m cumming, ahhhh, I’m cumming,
I’m cumming, cumming, cumming!”
She must not have had much masturbation experience because her entire body
awkwardly shook while she achieved her first ever orgasm.
“Ahhhhhhhn, ahn, ahhhhh, ahhhhhhh.”
Since she was not used to it, she did not handle it well. She simply let the
pleasure swallow her and she did not know how to trip the breaker.
She was proud, she was a masochist, and she
was so sensitive.
Convinced he had found the best possible
slave, the trainer began thrusting even harder to finish up.
He prepared sex as a product, so the only
time he felt truly aroused was when he could stain someone’s first ever climax
with his own DNA.
He rubbed the thick ridge of the head near
her womb and pressed the head against the deepest point.
“Now cum.”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
She experienced her first ever orgasm while
the source of her sensuality was hit by a surge of thick heat.
“Ah, ah, ahh, ahh…”
Since she did not know how to achieve
climax, she also did not know how come down from it either.
Her blank eyes remained unfocused for a
long while afterwards.
“Phew…”
By repeating this, she would gain a habit of cumming when cummed inside and
start begging for it. That calculation did come to mind.
But Shibaki was more focused on the simple
release of pleasure.
She would be the best slave.
He had forgotten all about wondering who
exactly Haramiya Koishi was.
Thank you for your hard work
ReplyDeletethank you for the translation and your hard work
ReplyDeleteCant wait for chapter 3, keep up with the good work
ReplyDeleteWho is Haramiya Koishi?
ReplyDeleteMy guess, the name given to the gender bent, protagonist.
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