The battle inside the bedroom raged with increasing intensity. Under Yuu Hoshimiya's relentless assault, Toko Ichizewa's defenses were pulverized, layer by layer.
As her cries of scandalous, involuntary pleasure echoed through the hallway, the maids and the house manager stationed outside turned pale—and then a deep, burning crimson. Under their loose skirts and traditional silk kimonos, their slender legs pressed tightly together, trying in vain to ignore the carnal symphony leaking through the door.
The more they tried to suppress their imagination, the more vivid the images became. The mature house manager, Mrs. Saeki, suffered the most. Her body, a temple of suppressed instincts, nearly drove her to the ultimate act of disrespect—bursting into her master's bedroom unbidden. Only the firm intervention of two younger maids kept her from making a grave mistake.
Yuu, of course, was oblivious to Mrs. Saeki's agony. He wouldn't have minded if she joined in; with his newly upgraded "engine," Toko alone was nowhere near enough to satisfy him.
Yuu gripped Toko's supple breasts, kneading them like dough as he lowered his head to suckle greedily on her turgid, bright red nipples. As his tongue flicked and teased, Toko felt her core ignite. Her haughty, cold demeanor had vanished, replaced by a desperate, whimpering submission.
Seeing the arrogant idol reduced to such a docile state filled Yuu with a sense of dark triumph. He moved down her body, sliding her translucent lace panties down her legs. She offered no resistance, her body already slick and ready.
The "Mysterious Garden" was fully revealed. Her delicate slit was drenched, glistening under the light. Thick, translucent juices overflowed from her entrance, clinging to her soft, vivid pink folds. The sight of the glistening moisture sliding down her smooth inner thighs was maddening.
Yuu's "Holy Sword," powered by the Dragonspine Furnace, throbbed with a pressure that felt like it would explode. He squeezed her breasts harder, and when she didn't show signs of pain, he increased the rhythm.
"Ah... Mr. Hoshimiya... please, a little lighter... oh god... I can't... it's too much... it hurts..."
Her pleas only spurred him on. He rubbed his fingertips roughly against her clitoris, forcing her moans to reach a fever pitch. Toko's hands clawed at the bedsheets, then at Yuu's back. The waves of electricity were unlike anything the young idol had ever experienced.
Soon, her body stiffened. Her long, pale legs locked straight, her back arched off the bed, and her ten toes curled tightly toward her soles. She was screaming into the pillow as her virgin walls spasmed in a violent, messy climax. A fountain of translucent honey sprayed across the sheets and Yuu's hands.
As the tremors subsided, Toko lay limp, her eyes glazed with a dazed, broken expression. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Yuu knew it was time for the main event.
He spread her shaking legs. His "Dragon," thick with veins and pulsing with heat, sought the warmth of the cave. He rubbed the broad head of his cock against her entrance, coating himself in her juices until he was fully lubricated.
Toko shook her head weakly, whispering "no," but her body was screaming "yes."
Yuu lunged forward with his hips. The "Dragon" breached the wet, narrow sanctuary of the virgin idol.
"AH! IT HURTS! Ugh... stop... it's too big... I'm going to die!"
Toko's hands pressed against Yuu's abdomen as she bit her lip until it bled, enduring the agonizing sensation of being split open by the massive intruder. Yuu watched the crimson blood trickle down the junction where they met, satisfied. He paused, leaning down to kiss her tenderly and stroke her sensitive spots to transition the pain into pleasure.
"Mm... ah... haaa..."
A few moments later, as her body adjusted and the friction began to work its magic, Toko squirmed beneath him. "It... it itches... inside... please... move..."
Yuu didn't need a second invitation. He gripped her rounded, firm buttocks with both hands and began to drive. The meat-on-meat slapping sound—clack, clack, clack—filled the room.
Toko was no longer an idol; she was a creature of pure reflex. Her eyes were shut tight, her brow furrowed in a mix of agony and ecstasy, her mouth hanging open in a permanent 'O' as she wailed.
"Yes... Mr. Hoshimiya... you're so strong... oh god... I'm flying...!"
The Dragonspine Furnace kicked into high gear. Yuu pounded her mercilessly, his cock being sucked by the vacuum-like pressure of her narrow walls. Every thrust felt like an electric shock. Finally, hitting the very back of her womb, Yuu let out a low growl.
Under Toko's wide-eyed gaze, he unloaded. His "Dragon" pulsed violently, injecting a massive torrent of hot seed into the depths of her "mountain cave." The sheer volume of the discharge caused a visible, rounded bulge to appear in her lower abdomen, just above her pubic bone.
The aftermath was silent. Toko lay in a pool of sweat and fluids, her hair matted to her face.
"Are you... satisfied, Mr. Hoshimiya?" she whispered fearfully.
"Satisfied?" Yuu raised an eyebrow, gesturing to his cock, which showed no sign of softening despite the massive ejaculation. "You alone aren't enough to do that."
Toko's face went pale. How? He had just filled her to the brim, yet he was still standing tall like a pillar of iron. "I... I really can't do more, sir..."
"Relax, I'm not a monster," Yuu laughed. "You're staying here today. Rest, and we'll go again later. Tonight, you'll watch as I fulfill my end of our bargain."
He wasn't going anywhere either. He planned to spend the next few days in the Suzuki Estate, marking every beautiful woman in the mansion as his own.
"Go clean yourself up," Yuu ordered. "And tell the house manager to come in."
Toko gave him a resentful, lingering look—half-jealous that he was moving on to another woman so quickly—but she obeyed, limping toward the bathroom.
A moment later, Mrs. Saeki, the mature house manager, entered. Her eyes were already brimming with desire. Yuu didn't bother with much foreplay for the "ripened peach."
"Come here. Strip. Lie down," he commanded.
"Oh..." She let out a soft whimper, her face flushing. She stripped quickly, revealing a body that was even more voluptuous than Eri Kisaki's—a masterpiece of mature curves and lush, dark "foliage."
Yuu reached out to touch her core and was stunned by the flood. "How long has it been for you?"
"Since... since I was pregnant with my daughter," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I haven't been touched in eighteen years."
"Your daughter is eighteen? Bring her next time. We'll do it as a trio."
As he spoke, he slid inside her. Mrs. Saeki's eyes rolled back instantly. Just the entry was enough to send her into a minor climax. She was so tight, so hungry, that Yuu felt like he was being squeezed by hot silk.
"My daughter... she is Ayako-sama's assistant... she is at the office today..." Mrs. Saeki gasped, her body finally tasting the "meat" it had craved for nearly two decades.
Yuu didn't hold back. He unleashed the full power of the Dragonspine Furnace. By the time he finished, Mrs. Saeki had climaxed three times. As he poured his "Dragon Breath" into her, he triggered the Fate Chain.
A pink, glowing ring appeared around her thick, creamy thigh—the mark of her eternal bondage. Satisfied, Yuu then called in the two maids from the door.
An hour later, two more "red plum" stains adorned the sheets. The two young maids lay unconscious, their eyes rolled back, with identical pink rings branded on their thighs.
"Take them away," Yuu ordered Mrs. Saeki, who had regained some strength. "Bring Toko back up, and get me some food."
He hadn't put the chain on Toko yet; he wanted to break her spirit a bit more first.
Mrs. Saeki, her kimono loosely draped over her aching, naked body, hurried downstairs. She didn't care if she flashed the other maids; her only thought was serving the man who had just reawakened her soul.
Soon, Toko returned in a sexy black dress, accompanied by a fresh team of maids. They worked with blushing faces—two carried away their "broken" colleagues, while others stripped the bed and replaced the linens with fresh, crisp sheets.
Yuu sat back, enjoying a high tea served by a kneeling maid. He had four "rounds" under his belt and was feeling ravenous. The engine was hot, and the night was just beginning.