[The Delicate Heroine] Chapter Four

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Silk Soul Girl: Laurie Jupiter
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Ms. Wakana asked Minoru and me to wash up. There was
a pointed water tap in the hallway outside the restroom. I squatted down, legs spread, like I was going to the toilet,
and slowly inserted the metal tip into my vagina. Thanks to my gymnastics training, I was able to maintain my balance for a long time; the cool sensation was clearly felt from my genitals.
This position was quite embarrassing. Luckily, it was class time, and only Minoru and I were in the hallway.
In this lewd position, I wanted Minoru's gaze to be fixed on that shameful area, yet I also didn't want him
to look down on me. Turning on the tap, the cold water rushing into my vagina actually had a stimulating effect. Because I hadn't
ejaculated, I quickly finished washing up. Minoru was still standing at the men's restroom entrance, hesitant to go in, probably
traumatized by what had just happened.
I thought for a moment and went up to him, saying, "Why don't you come with me to the women's restroom?"
Minoru hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement. The women's restroom was empty. Ren first rinsed
his mouth with tap water, then began to undress. Perhaps it was the suspension bridge effect, but we, both having suffered humiliation
, became much closer. I didn't move away, and Ren didn't say anything either, silently removing his semen-stained leotard
.
Even completely naked, his body didn't show many masculine features: fair skin, smooth, hairless
skin, a slender waist, and prominent hip bones. Except for his limp penis, everything else seemed to
indicate that he was already a proper woman.
Ren wiped his body, a sad expression on his face as he looked in the mirror. Suddenly,
the thought of comforting him arose in my mind. Men and women, or rather, top and bottom, are always relative. If I could adopt a lower posture
, perhaps Ren could regain some self-respect. Thinking this, I unconsciously stepped forward and knelt before him.
"Laure..." He looked at me in surprise, but being naturally passive, he didn't pull away further. I then
lifted his penis and took the tip into my mouth. The limp penis didn't smell strong, indicating that
unlike the two Chinese boys, it had been properly cleaned, which reduced my resistance considerably. I started moving my tongue.
"Laure, why are you..."
"Mmm...mmm..." I ignored him and continued moving my tongue.
"Don't do that, it's dirty there." Although Ren said he was refusing, his body was clearly already
aroused. The little guy in my mouth perked up and gradually swelled, becoming hard. Unfortunately, due to genetic
adjustments, his penis was small, and even when fully engorged, I couldn't experience
the feeling of having my mouth stuffed full. I spat out his penis, then stuck out my tongue and licked around the edge of the glans. I knew this would give
him more stimulation. Because of early puberty, I was forced to perform oral sex on boys in junior high school. They lied to me
, saying they wouldn't rape me if I licked them well, but they completely broke their promise, even
going after my anus.
"Mmm...uh...chu..." While licking the veins below, I sweetly sucked on his penis
. Perhaps because I had a good feeling from the beginning, even without stimulating my own genitals, I felt
excited. Before, when I was forced, the men had forcibly awakened my body's pleasure with their hands.
This natural feeling made me somewhat intoxicated. When my mouth left, his saliva-soaked penis was exposed to the air,
the sticky fluid forming a line on my lips, as if reluctant to leave.
"Mmm—" Ren let out a comfortable sigh, his small penis trembling slightly. Seeing his blushing face
, I felt encouraged. Perhaps it was because of Japan, where women are often seen as powerful, but this
boy was different from the typical boys; he seemed gentle and cute. I didn't know if my feelings were those of
a sibling relationship or a same-sex relationship, but both felt immoral.
Taking a breath, I continued to tease Minoru's urethra with my tongue. "Don't hold back, um, chu...
you can ejaculate whenever you want."
"Um, um..." The shy Minoru finally made a move, placing his hand on my head and guiding it towards my penis.
"Does it... smell bad?"
"Um," I shook my head. "I really like Minoru's penis." Then I proved my
words with actions, swallowing his penis deeply. "Ennnnn—mmmm," I stroked his penis with my lips like I was sucking milk
, my chin moving back and forth with my upper body, while Minoru's hands sometimes stroked my hair, sometimes
tickled behind my ears. The gentle touch of our skin intensified my restless desire, and I couldn't resist reaching
between my legs.
"Ha... um... gurgle... ah... chu..." As my fingers moved, a soft,
wet sound came from between my legs, and at the same time, saliva slipped from my lips, forming transparent dots on the floor
. Seeing my aroused state, Minoru couldn't resist reaching out and grasping my breasts beneath my leotard.
"Ugh... ahhh..." Just being touched there made my body tremble violently, and my
large breasts swayed from side to side and up and down. Minoru's fingers gently played with my hardened nipples, making
me moan softly as I released his penis, and my juices flowed uncontrollably onto the floor.
I glared at him, a mixture of coquettishness and resentment. Having initially been in control,
I felt a pang of resentment at being rendered so pathetic by him. Determined to thoroughly dominate his penis, I picked it up from the side
and began sucking again, while simultaneously placing one hand on the base of his shaft and gently manipulating his scrotum. The double stimulation indeed...
Minoru's reaction intensified. Hot breath escaped his nostrils, the glans entering from the side slightly
lifting my cheek, while his own juices dripped incessantly. No matter how you looked at me, I appeared utterly
lewd.
With my efforts, Minoru seemed to reach a climax. He called my name, swaying his hips back and forth
as if violating my mouth, copious amounts of saliva spilling onto the floor… Finally
, after a fierce thrust, Minoru suddenly plunged his penis all the way in, penetrating to an unprecedented depth, and ejaculated there.
"Mmm—uh—gurgle—" I tightened my lips, trying to swallow all the semen, but
because I wasn't used to it, a lot of the white, sticky fluid still dripped onto my chest. "Mmm...gulp..."
Under Minoru's gaze, I swallowed all the semen in my mouth, then stood up and leaned against the pool, swaying my
tight, white buttocks. "Minoru-kun, I can't hold back anymore, I want you..." I said, lifting
one leg and pulling open the inverted triangle of my leotard, revealing my already incredibly wet vulva. After a while
, seeing Minoru still standing there with a shameful expression, I realized that for
him, who was already secreting female hormones, it was impossible to have a second time in a short time without the help of drugs. However, I didn't mind
that and couldn't wait to convey this idea to him.
"Minoru-kun, with your fingers or your mouth, you can do that to me, and I'll be very satisfied. So, please, please
make me feel good." To encourage him, I said something that even I felt embarrassed about. Fortunately, the effect
was immediate, and Minoru finally came to my side. I changed position, lying on my back on the pool, legs spread wide,
letting Ren approach between my warm thighs.
Ren extended his tongue and began to caress my labia.
"Mmm, ah—" I couldn't help but twist my waist, the love juice that had accumulated earlier slowly seeping out from the crevice, then
being licked into Ren's mouth. Seeing how quickly I got into it, Ren became bolder. He used his fingers to separate
my beautiful labia, licking the pale pink opening back and forth with his tongue.
"Mmm, um... ooh ahh!" I made increasingly seductive sounds. Ren stimulated my
clitoris from the front while kneading my buttocks from behind, and I thrust my genitals high, as if trying to
swallow Ren's tongue.
"Ha—ha—ee-yaaaaaah—" Perhaps because I had already accumulated a lot beforehand, after only a few
thrusts, my body suddenly tensed up, followed by a strong spasm. A large amount of clear, lustful
fluid gushed from my vagina, splashing onto Minoru's face. He didn't show any disgust; instead, he gently licked my genitals clean.
This was the first time I had ever hoped to produce more lubrication.
After the climax, we sat on the floor together to rest for a while, during which we even tried kissing.
When we finally returned to the classroom, it was almost time for class to end. I was severely scolded by Ms. Wakana, but I didn't
care, because after experiencing all this, I could feel that my relationship with Minoru was no longer ordinary.
After school, I asked Minoru to come to my house to look into my mother's situation, because I was afraid of facing the cruel
reality alone. He immediately agreed, but he seemed hesitant to speak the whole way, as if he was somewhat worried.
My home is located at the very back of Block F, inconveniently located with poor security and sanitation.
Walking alone at night, I worry about being dragged into an alley and raped. So, I always go
home early after school and don't dare go out to buy anything at night. Entering my tiny apartment of about twenty square meters, I found clutter piled everywhere,
even my mother's and my underwear. My face flushed, and I quickly started tidying up. Ren came to help; at first I
refused, but he was surprisingly good at it, even faster than me. Once the room was spotless, we
sat down at the computer and opened the website Stan had mentioned.
The six large, blood-red words "The Shame of the Heroine" were displayed on the website's welcome page. Above the text was a
sexy female hero in a Stars and Stripes bikini, an American woman, the most famous female hero in America. Not because
she was the strongest fighter, but because, as a veteran of the heroine industry for over ten years, she had
been defeated, humiliated, and subjected to forced sexual intercourse and abuse countless times—videos of her being almost ubiquitous online. Rumors circulated that she was a promiscuous slut
, even seen bound and with a vibrating dildo inserted. But rumors aside, she remains active on the front lines of the fight against crime and is 　　one of
the few A-rank female heroes in the Justice League . 　　Clicking the "Enter" button, the website's homepage displayed various image titles and subcategories, mostly featuring 　　sexy female heroes. I went to the heroine index and found my mother, Silk Soul's 　　, entry in alphabetical order. At the top was a full-body photo of my mother in her uniform and a description. 　　Title: Silk Soul; 　　Age: 32 　　; Strength: G; Stamina 　　: F; 　　Agility: F; 　　Magic: -; 　　Willpower: E; 　　Charm: E; 　　Promiscuity Level: C; 　　Fighting Skills: Wrestling Lv2; 　　Special Abilities: Natural Milk Lv1, Stamina Lv1; 　　Equipment: None; 　　Overall Rating: F. 　　"What the hell is this?" I stared in astonishment at my mother's data. These entries were presented as if 　　Silk Soul were a game character. 　　"Um, this website seems to have some deep secrets. They can accurately 　　grasp information on almost all female heroes," Ren interjected. "In fact, the Justice League's female hero ratings originated from here." 　　"What?" I looked at him suspiciously. "That's incredible, Ren-kun. You knew about this website before?" 　　"Ah... yeah." Ren's eyes flickered, as if he had something difficult to say. "Let's check your 　　mother's information first." 　　Although it was suspicious, there was no need to force him to say it right away. Scrolling down, we continued watching 　　. There were two video links below. With a nervous heart, I clicked on the first one—"Oh no! 　　Mom!" This was a video of Silk Soul arriving at a warehouse and being easily defeated and molested by several men.

Watching the scantily clad woman clumsily fighting on the screen, Laurie could hardly believe that it was her
mother, the woman with the title of hero. The scrolling comments were filled with insults. 　　"Is this slut deliberately trying to get fucked?" "
The 　　previous acting was so fake, this one is much better. Smash that sow, haha." 　　"I really want to fuck that slut, how much per time, one dollar?" 　　As the scene changed, the mother and the three Cat-Eye sisters began to suffer brutal rape, and the comments on the video 　　started to criticize the women. 　　"Oh, that purple one with that big ass is absolutely gorgeous. I could play with it for a month straight." 　　"I like the youngest one, she must still be a high school student, her innocent moans are the best." " 　　That blue one's got good skills, I love to beat her up, I love to cripple strong women and make them 　　despair, hahaha." " 　　My name is Shui Shui, I'm great at cosplay, if you want to see me in a cat-eye bodysuit, contact 　　this number." 　　Most of their attention was on the cat-eye. Indeed, in terms of looks and figure, my mother didn't have any advantages 　　, but I felt a little proud of my mother, because compared to the three Japanese women who succumbed to lust halfway through 　　, my mother, despite being repeatedly violated by vibrators and men's penises, still retained a little resistance 　　. As long as there was this last bit of sanctity, women could find redemption in their hearts. The heroine's appearance, suffering all kinds 　　of humiliation, possessed a cruel beauty in her final act of perseverance, like 　　a white flower rising from the mud, untouched by wind and frost, inspiring a desire to protect her or to further torment her. When my mother resisted the climax yet let out 　　a sharp moan like someone on the verge of death, I couldn't help but project myself into her shoes, my lower body burning again. I 　　felt ashamed of my actions, and secretly glanced at Ren, noticing that his genitals were also swollen, creating 　　a small bulge in his pants. 　　In this restless state, we opened a second video. The time and place were 　　different from before; it appeared to be a basement, without windows on any side. My mother's wrists and ankles were 　　secured with black leather restraints, hanging from a large X-shaped wooden frame. She was back in her silk uniform, 　　free of semen residue, indicating they had cleaned her. However, the lace panties under her transparent skirt were gone, 　　revealing only the shape of her beautiful mons pubis. Next, the camera zoomed in with high-definition resolution, showing more details. 　　A black gag was stuffed into the mother's mouth. When her eyelashes fluttered slightly, we knew she was about to 　　wake up. 　　"Welcome back, Silk Soul bitch," a man's voice came from the video, presumably 　　the guy holding the camera. He reached out and gently stroked the heroine's face. The mother turned her head away in disgust, but given her current state 　　, this resistance was already her limit. 　　Her attitude clearly enraged the man; he slapped her across the face. "Mmmmm," a 　　suppressed whimper came through the gag, and a red mark quickly appeared on the side of her face where she had been slapped. 　　"You shameless bitch." The man grabbed the heroine's chin, forcing her to face the camera. 　　"Quick, say hello to everyone online." 　　Because of the gag, the mother couldn't speak clearly, but she still tried to make intermittent 　　sounds, "I'm a heroine, I won't submit to you." As she spoke, she twisted 　　her body, her breasts, which weren't held in place by a bra, swaying back and forth. Unfortunately, such weak struggles were futile 　　, and she received another slap on the other side of her face. 　　"Fine, let's see how long you can keep up this act. Give our heroine a 　　chance to shine, guys, get her." As soon as the man finished speaking, an accomplice stepped out from both sides of the camera. They 　　were all wearing full-body black leather hoods, their bare upper bodies decorated only with a few leather straps, like ancient 　　executioners or BDSM practitioners. They grabbed 　　the neckline of the silk dress from both sides and ripped it open. 　　"No...mmmm—" With a slight tearing sound, the thin uniform was ripped in two, 　　exposing her snow-white breasts to countless online viewers. The mother let out a pitiful sob, shaking her head desperately. Although 　　she had experienced similar situations in Desire Wrestling, that was a depraved, prostitution-like place. This time, however, she 　　was being humiliated as a righteous heroine, and the mental experience was completely different. 　　Despite being thirty-two years old, the mother's figure was still well-maintained. Even if she wasn't as large as that cat-eyed woman 　　, her bust, hips, and waist still formed a striking contrast. After tearing off the dress, they didn't further 　　strip the mother of her "armor," leaving the black stockings and gloves on to add some spice. 　　The men pointed their fingers at the mother's nipples, which stood erect and swollen like grapes. 　　I knew what that meant, because even now I occasionally seek my mother's breast milk, and out of a sense of not wasting it 　　, the mother shyly agreed. However, her nipples were now a size larger than the worst I'd ever seen, 　　clearly indicating that milk hadn't been expressed for the past few days, accumulating completely. 　　"This bitch's breasts are truly exquisite, probably only comparable to those of a lowly female beast." The man's fingers 　　circled her nipples, while the camera captured the mother's ashamed expression as she struggled to hold back. With just a gentle touch, 　　the milk seemed about to spill uncontrollably. 　　"Oh, what's wrong, Silk Soul bitch? What are you holding back? Want to produce milk? Oh, no, 　　how could our great heroine produce milk like a lowly female beast? Hehehe." The man filming chuckled and patted the mother's breasts; the swollen breasts jiggled a few times before a few drops of milk finally leaked out. 　　"Oh, my poor mother!" Seeing Silk Soul tilt her head back and moan in shame, I felt a deep empathy as 　　I grasped her breasts.

Clenching her fists, those despicable men always longed to defile the sacred breasts of women.
"Hey, don't look so insulted, you bitch, you enjoy it too, admit it,
you're a slut."
"No, mmmm, I mnnnnnnnwwwwwwwwwwuuuuuuuuuuyiiiiiiiiiii!"
Before the mother could finish speaking, the man beside her suddenly grabbed her breast, and a large amount of milk
gushed out like water from a gun, even spraying onto the camera lens.
"Hey, watch your step, we're recording!"
"Sorry, sorry, it was just a slip of the tongue. Maybe the audience wants to have this milk sprayed on their faces too, it
's a kind of photographic technique, hehe, it tastes pretty good." This scoundrel put his milk-covered fingers in his mouth
, as if eating delicious cream.
The camera shook slightly; the cameraman was probably wiping the lens with a cloth, and then continued filming after a while.
When the focus returned, we saw the man on the left holding a small leather whip commonly used in SM scenes, its
excellent elasticity swinging back and forth in the air. "mmmmmmnnnnnn," the mother, realizing what was about to happen, showed
a terrified expression, and the next second her premonition became reality.
"Crack!" The whip struck her breasts with a crisp sound, followed by another strike without pause. With each
strike, the poor heroine in front of the camera let out a sow-like scream, her breasts heaving wildly, and even more terrifyingly,
her milk spurted everywhere.
"Look, this sow is getting more and more aroused with each beating, I've never seen such a slutty heroine."
"Mmm, I'm not, ooooooo—" The mother's words were cut short by
a suppressed moan mixed with pleasure and pain, and clear love fluid was already uncontrollably flowing out between her wide-open legs.
"Looks like she'll climax in a few more lashes."
"I bet 20 lashes."
"You underestimate our heroine. I bet 30 lashes."
"Hmph, then I bet 10 lashes. A mere sow, watch me teach her a lesson." The whip-wielder clearly wanted to lash his left
arm. The sound of the whip hitting her breasts became noticeably louder. The other two ignored his little tricks and
joined in the counting.
"...Eight, nine..."
"muuuuuuuuuuuyiii——nnnnnnnyaaaaaaaa——" On the ninth lash, Mother
finally couldn't hold back any longer and trembled all over, reaching her climax. Her beautiful face rolled back her eyes, saliva oozing from the gag
, and her vaginal fluids gushed out like urine.
"Mother..." The heroine's tragic and shameful posture made me unable to bear watching any longer, so I turned my gaze away.
Ren beside me hugged me and gently stroked my back. The only sounds in the room were the increasingly loud
cries of humiliation from the whip.

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