Asami hadn't encountered such a perfect toy in a long time, so she readily took the next day off and, together with Naga, helped Yoshimi into the car and drove her to a private room at that exclusive club that very night.
Naga, who had official business to attend to the next day, couldn't stay involved for too long. After Asami enthusiastically tied Yoshimi up in a lewd pose with rope, she took a few photos with her phone and saved them to an encrypted memory card as a souvenir.
To prevent the dark desires lurking in his heart from awakening, Naga rarely participated directly in Ami's sadistic acts, and also tried to minimize contact with the women who became Ami's sex slaves and toys.
Nevertheless, the sadistic tendencies aroused by Ami continued to accumulate little by little. Fortunately, this time he finally vented them all on Yoshimi, and he shouldn't have any excessive violent impulses again for a while.
Tsk... She's a real beauty who can squirt. Naga felt a little reluctant to think that Yoshimi might become a masochist who can't climax unless she's tied up and tortured—especially when she thought of the image of her violently thrusting and spurting out jets of water.
Well, the wedding is just around the corner, so it's better to avoid trouble. Naga shook her head to clear her mind a bit, then drove away from the magnificent building that reflected the city's neon lights.
To his surprise, on the third day, Ami came to work as usual, but Yoshimi still took sick leave. The girl who had been tormented by Ami for a whole day and night had taken a week-long leave, and was probably curled up in her room, hugging her knees and sobbing.
A little worried about causing unnecessary trouble, Naga seriously asked Ami for advice. Ami, of course, maintained her nonchalant attitude, "Don't worry, a woman with that kind of personality will happily accept her new identity once she gets over this psychological hurdle."
"I hope so." Naga was still a little hesitant, but there was no going back now, and there was no point in saying more. "Before October, there shouldn't be anything I can help with, right?"
"No." Asami stretched her legs out to the side, comfortably resting them on Matsushima Kae's legs. Kae immediately pushed aside the bento box in front of her, took off Asami's high heels, and massaged her feet. "It's been a very pleasant time working with you. With your wedding just around the corner, I feel bad troubling you any further. Just enjoy your honeymoon. I'll think about what kind of wedding gift I should give you."
"No need, you've already helped me a lot." Naga sincerely expressed her gratitude to Ami, both for these sexual partners and for the financial freedom she had brought him. "Thank you."
Ashi smiled at him and said, "Don't mention it. I'll need your help a lot in the future. Don't forget our cooperation just because you're getting married."
Looking at the delicate feet encased in stockings in Kae's hands, Naga smiled honestly and said, "A lustful man like me would never forget them."
During lunch breaks, Naga doesn't necessarily have to stay in the office with Ami and the others. When he doesn't prepare lunch, he'll go down to the cafeteria for work meals, randomly joining a table with someone and chatting as they eat. He's content with the vanity and superiority brought to him by the various admiring glances from the office ladies around him.
As she left the office, she ran into Koga Yu, who was returning after washing his hands. She glanced at the closed door behind him, hesitated for a moment, then quickly walked to his side and whispered, "Naga, for Miku's sake, you have to be careful of Ami..."
"Huh?" Naga paused for a moment, wanting to ask more questions, but she hurriedly opened the door and went back to the propaganda department, leaving him with only a string of question marks.
Miku had always harbored hostility towards Ami, something he had known for a long time. However, Ami didn't seem to dislike Miku at all; on the contrary, she had consistently expressed her desire for Miku to Naga, both openly and subtly. It was as if all the beauties Ami had ever pursued were inferior to Miku alone.
Is it true that what you don't have is always the best? Naga, unwilling to think too deeply, hastily came to a conclusion, rubbing her rumbling, protesting stomach, and stepped into the elevator.
Asami's judgment was indeed accurate. Only four days after being raped and abused, Mizuhara Yoshimi returned to work early. Judging from her subtle body language and her bewildered yet submissive expression, she had convinced herself to accept her changed fate. As a minimum reward, her internship ended early after Naga signed off, and she officially became his assistant.
On the night she was transferred to a full-time job, Yoshimi was taken to Ami's house. This was Naga's first time stepping onto the Fujikawa family's land, and the scenery was largely the same as what she had seen in Kae's nightmare: a vast and luxurious classical manor that made one dizzy.
The servants she encountered on the street all showed considerable respect to Ashi, suggesting that her status at home wasn't as lowly as she had always mocked herself for. After all, the house owner only had two daughters.
"By the way, does your sister live here too?" Naga asked curiously as she followed Asami into the corridor of the side rooms.
Ashi turned her head to look at him with a half-smile and replied in a subtle tone, "No, she moved out after she grew up and doesn't come back even once a year."
"Hmm? Why? Is her relationship with your father bad?" To ease the slight tension that had arisen since arriving here, Naga asked casually.
"Yes, she hates Dad. I dare say, if murder weren't illegal, the old man would never dare to see her alone." Asami shrugged and opened her spacious secret room with a smile. All sorts of unsettling props immediately came into Yoshimi's frightened eyes.
That sounds like a really scary woman.
Knowing she still needed to accompany Miku to buy materials later, Naga didn't plan to stay too long. She'd only come along to satisfy her curiosity about the Fujikawa family. And, incidentally, she also wanted to witness Asuna's rather cruel process of declaring ownership.
Unaware of what was about to happen, Yoshimi obediently removed her clothes, allowing Aya to use rough ropes to decorate and restrain her tender naked body, fixing her in a shameful position with her legs wide open.
"You go first. She might not be in the mood to do it with you later." Ashi smiled and left, probably to prepare the necessary props.
Naga saw no need to be modest; a little sexual release before being alone with Miku wasn't a bad thing for him. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and brought his semi-erect member to Yoshimi's lips.
"Hmm...you learn very quickly, you've improved a lot since last time." Naga hummed comfortably, holding Yoshimi's hair and thrusting it between her lips. It seemed she had indeed practiced at home with bananas or something similar, and was much more skilled than when she performed oral sex in the men's restroom.
With such pitiful eyes, clearly feeling nauseous but not daring to vomit, and instead repeatedly licking with her tongue, Yoshimi was truly excellent material for greatly satisfying the gloomy nature of humanity. Naga excitedly continued thrusting until she couldn't help but gag, before finally withdrawing his member with satisfaction and inserting it into her wet secret place.
It must be said that Ashi's training progressed unexpectedly fast. There was no foreplay at all. He was simply tied up with ropes into a shameful position, and his beautiful genitals were already soaked. When the thick penis squeezed deep inside, the honey hole, which was being held in the center by the ropes, tightened excitedly and spasmed rapidly with his friction.
Naga completely yielded to his desires, ejaculating quickly and roughly in one go. Even this utterly unskilled and unromantic act of rape still brought Yoshimi to orgasm as she writhed within the ropes.
"She's a natural plaything," Naga exclaimed, pulling up her hair and making her lick the residue off his penis.
Having already returned, Ashi then pulled out her tags. Three small silver snake-shaped rings, engraved with her initials, about the size of the smallest ring, with an adjustable clasp.
For the next half hour, Naga stood quietly to the side, watching as Ryomi's mouth was covered by a leather bra and her lower body was penetrated and filled by a high-powered vibrator. While enduring the continuous stimulation of lust, she watched in despair as the hot, sharp needle slowly pierced her nipples and clitoris.
It looks like she'll be taking a few more days off. Naga loosened the collar of her shirt, stepped over the pool of Yoshimi's incontinent urine on the floor, and headed for the door.
Three gleaming silver rings adorned the three most sensitive points of the pale, twisted naked body, shimmering with a cool light...