Enslavement Anime - Ayu's Training Tournament Journey (Side Story) Author: Master Guyue

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Enslavement Anime - A Yu's Training Tournament Journey (Side Story)

Author: Master Gu Yue
Word Count: 11375

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ps1: Ahem, have you all missed me? I, Gu Yue, am back!

I've been busy updating my Qidian novel lately, but it seems to have flopped. The title is "Guardian
of Daily Life ," you can check it out if you're interested.

If you're hoping for H scenes, forget it. Although I've always been proud of my smutty content, the main story is absolutely 24k pure love and
morally upright. By the way, Master Shuai Dai is fine, or maybe I don't know if something happened to him, I'm just mentioning
it.

ps2: A Yu in the main story has no connection to my H series A Yu. I guarantee it with my integrity, so don't get the wrong idea
while . All the great authors mentioned below were typed by me, so please don't ask questions.

Respect to the great authors.

ps3: The following is a side story of "Enslavement Anime," or perhaps a future plot? Please do not connect it with 1-4.

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Well, it was surprisingly blatant. I looked at the two tall, mature
beauties in see-through cheongsams in front of the gate. The long-haired beauty on the left, wearing a choker, smiled and lowered her head. Her full breasts
were clearly visible through the sheer cheongsam, revealing a deep red cleavage.

"Guests, please show your invitation." The soft voice was quite pleasant.

I casually pulled out a strange card from my pocket: "Dominator Exchange Conference.

" "Dominator Exchange Conference Invitation": Wherever desire exists, there will be dominators, regardless of
gender , age, or race. The only difference is professional versus non-professional. Only
dominators of D rank or higher, recognized by the system, can enter with official status.

In my imagination, such occasions would probably be filled with gloomy adults or lewd
old men grabbing wanton women for promiscuous sex. Unfortunately, reality cruelly gave me a far cry from my expectations.

A group of people, impeccably dressed and dressed like nobles, moved about in the magnificent hall, politely and privately
forming small circles to exchange ideas. How could such a high-class, salon-style meeting
be held in this setting?

After showing me the inexplicable A-rank dominatrix rank awarded to me by the system, I was
led by an extremely enthusiastic host to a small private room on the second floor, accompanied by a respectfully beautiful and attentive maid.

"Sir, would you like some special aphrodisiacs?" Her bent-over posture seemed to expose her ample breasts
, but the faintly visible deep red nipples clearly showed they had been used and played with countless times, which didn't interest me at all,
given how spoiled I was by Chizuru and Saeko.

"For example?" I asked casually.

"Whips, electric vibrators, candles, vibrators, specially designed uniforms, and even various torture devices
can be provided." The mature female host, without batting an eye, listed these cruel and obscene items, obediently
awaiting my response.

"Master... Izumi, please don't use those weird things on me." Before I could speak,
the blonde beauty who had been quietly dozing in my arms looked at me with pleading eyes, shaking my arm and
rubbing her slightly full and firm breasts against me in a coquettish manner.

"Actually... using a tool occasionally can feel quite nice." In contrast,
Kuroyukihime, sitting on the other side of my lap, squirmed restlessly. However, this struggle only made my
fingers, which were already deep inside her black lace dress, more comfortable as they thrust in and out of her honey-secreting cave. She tried to maintain a calm expression, but her deep red
eyes revealed a charming lust. The elegant Kuroyukihime breathed heavily and slowly squeezed
my bulging tent with her smooth, black-stockinged legs, saying retaliatoryly,

"This so-called exchange conference is probably not just about chatting and making friends, is it?" While teasing
the cute pet I had brought out, she casually asked the maid.

"Yes." Seeing that I was completely uninterested in
the ramblings —about "training," "SM," "sex toys," and "beauty dogs," the waiter continued, "
Actually, the main purpose of this exchange conference is to improve the skills of the trainers and exchange experiences. Verbal
exchanges alone cannot truly convey this, so the organizers have provided special materials for limited-time
practice ." "Even so, such a selfless competition must have rewards, otherwise it wouldn't be able to
proceed normally." While I was still considering whether to participate, the long-haired black girl, wriggling in my arms and whose black dress was almost soaked from my unconscious
movements had already wrapped her arms around my neck,
cleverly getting to the point.

"Yes." The waiter looked at the aloof and elegant girl, who was only focused on asking me for a kiss and a reward, with a slightly surprised expression
, and continued talking to herself. "Every year, the organizers collect materials from all over the world
for practical use. If you perform well enough in the competition within your rank and win, you will
unconditionally gain ownership of the materials and receive an excellent prize from the organizers." "What's
the prize ?" I couldn't help but lift Kuroyukihime's wet long skirt and aimed directly at her pink and tempting honey hole,
slowly thrusting in. Glug glug, the tight, wet, and hot honey hole of the fourteen-year-old girl squeezed me for unparalleled
pleasure. At the same time, her slippery and slender legs rubbed against my waist, indicating that she should take the initiative to
elegantly manipulate me like a girl riding a horse. Meanwhile, I comfortably sighed, my hands stroking the sofa.

"The prizes are different for different ranks. If you participate in the A-rank competition,
this ." She looked enviously at
the scene of my thick penis going in and out of the girl's narrow honey hole, splashing juices, and pointed to the picture flashing on the screen in front of her.

I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Triplets?" The older sister had long, light brown hair, a firm,
full chest, and looked anxiously at the people outside the cage. She tightly hugged her younger sister, a girl with shoulder-length light brown hair who looked cute
and youthful . The younger sister also had a similarly delicate face, clearly a primary school student radiating childlike innocence.
Three strikingly similar beautiful girls, all wearing the same school uniform, their pink skirts exuding
an irresistible allure on women of different temperaments.

I really want to… collect them all and play with them.

“No, waitress,” the usually quiet and docile waitress revealed a mischievous smile. “These three women
are actually three generations of a family. While I don’t know the specifics, the youngest girl is indeed the daughter of the short-haired girl.

The long-haired, gentle one is the mother of the young girl’s mother.” “Are you kidding?” My two
beautiful female sex slaves, along with the waitress, all looked surprised. I thought I had caught the biggest flaw.

“That cute girl in the middle, she’s definitely still a virgin, how could she already be a mother
?”

“That’s a secret.” The mature waitress, who annoyed me, simply smiled and changed the subject. "Are you
sure you want to participate in this A-level competition, sir?" "That's..." Coming back to my senses, I suddenly noticed
that Kuroyukihime's flushed cheeks showed excitement. She involuntarily stuck out her little tongue like a puppy panting, and
her long, smooth black hair swung and draped over my face. The girl's tender vulva and uterus suddenly
trembled and contracted deeply, and a small stream of hot fluid hit my glans. With a "natural" expulsion, I
couldn't help but grab Kuroyukihime's snow-white, exposed buttocks and thrust in hard. A gurgling sound
came from the point of contact. Kuroyukihime finally couldn't bear it any longer and raised her pointed chin, letting out a beautiful moan. Her tender black silk
-clad body convulsed unstablely, receiving the hot semen and spraying out love fluid to neutralize it.

So comfortable...

Of course, the competition, which was the grand finale, would not start immediately. What was happening now was a series of lists appearing on the electronic screen
. Items auctioned by various trainers flashed by like flowing water, and the exchange of "
items " and "props" was not unusual.

Unfortunately, for me, there's really nothing useful.

Leaving aside the series of "?? drugs": those that greatly stimulate female sensitivity, or "oo drugs" that boost male
stamina all sorts of aphrodisiacs, aphrodisiacs, and other such rubbish.

I've already been thoroughly trained [the whole thing] into inferior female bitches who only know how to go into heat, sagging-breasted cows,
sex toys—things that have been played with and ruined.

It took me a while to barely muster any interest in the "raw materials." Here, raw materials don't refer to strange
stones or leather, but rather to women I've just captured without any training or violation.

Having already possessed several beautiful female pets who are excellent from every angle, and having transformed into
a giant soft-bodied tentacle creature possessing countless beautiful women, my tastes have become quite discerning. Although even the worst of
the raw materials would be considered "beauties" in my original real world, I still
swept them aside without a second thought, until I reached the very top, the "number one" item.

Is this Isayama Yomi...?

The image shows a slender girl whose limbs are tightly bound by silver metal chains. Her long, black hair
is draped in the air, and her eyes are closed as if she is in a deep sleep. A white
stone is embedded in her forehead, adding a touch of strange "toy-like" allure. Her black top only reaches slightly below her chest,
revealing her fair and slender waist and cute navel. Her buttocks, covered by a short skirt, are clearly more prominently displayed. Her
fair and slender legs are encased in black stockings, making me feel an irresistible urge to defile her.

"Eh..." The blonde beauty, trying her best to be obedient, made sucking sounds with her sweet, smooth little tongue,
and looked confused. "Master, do you really like the mature older sister with black hair...?" Her voice was muffled and cute because she was
diligently , so I didn't even bother to answer. Instead, I stuffed my swollen
penis into the blonde girl's wet little mouth and slowly and comfortably began to thrust in and out.
The strange sensation of her white, strong teeth grinding against my penis, the girl's happy tongue wrapping around and licking my wet mouth, especially her princess-like golden
hair and innocent expression, excited me so much that I thrust even harder. Each time, I
slammed my penis against the innocent blonde girl's breasts, the purplish glans hitting her throat with a thud, the girl's uncomfortable frown
and whimpering swaying—all of this gave me immense stimulation.

I gurgled and gulped down large amounts of white semen, bestowing it upon the lowly, lewd blonde bitch, and watching her happy yet
distressed panting was the best proof of my actions.

"Are you really sure you want to buy this item?" Upon hearing my purpose, the attendant displayed an extremely complex and
exaggerated expression, a mixture of mockery and...fear?

"Is there a problem? Although the price tag of 25,000 RMB is indeed expensive, it's not to
the point where I can't afford it.

" "You misunderstand me." She paused. "This item is undoubtedly top-notch by all
standards, but it doesn't possess the normal qualities to be tamed." "???" "How should I put it..."

She thought for a moment with considerable difficulty, then pointed to the section filled with wild beasts like wolves and lions among the pets, and said, "
For some reason, this girl cannot accept any training. As soon as she is unrestrained, she will attack everything
around her . Moreover, even if you force her with violence, it will only cause the Killing Stone to explode
. In fact, the association is quite troubled about purchasing such an item." "I see..." I paused
for a moment , then continued.

"Then I'll buy her." "Okay, here you go..." She reacted, her face showing
disbelief . Seeing me calmly teasing the blonde, she could only helplessly reply.

"We'll place the order for you now. Please wait a moment, the goods will be delivered to you shortly." When several silent, tense
, burly men carried over the tightly sealed iron cage, I couldn't help but feel that my wise choice was
worthwhile . Her face was even more delicate and fair than on the screen, her serene and peaceful long hair and classical lady-like
temperament, like Sleeping Beauty, made me involuntarily reach out my finger to gently pinch her pale cheek.

Snap!

Even with my thick skin, I broke out in a cold sweat. If I hadn't instinctively pulled my hand back, my
finger would probably have snapped like that little piece of my nail.

The girl in front of me had clearly awakened, no, rather than awakened, it was more like she had gone completely mad. Her
black pupils radiated a blood-red light from the inside out, as if they were about to shed tears of blood, her slightly open deep red cherry blossoms...
Her lips, seemingly alluring, had nearly bitten off my entire hand. Her sealed, fair hand was adorned with clearly
protruding sharp nails. The beautiful girl, named Izayama Yomi, surveyed her surroundings like a demon,
emitting threatening whimpers.

Truly… a terrible sight, but this kind of pose… seems quite interesting to play with…
perhaps .

“Guest, do you still want it? If you change your mind now, you can get a half-price refund.”
The servant, who had been quietly watching, wore a mocking expression.

“No need… I’m satisfied.” Indeed, I was satisfied. Even though it was just the girl’s clean, white teeth
lightly touching my nails, I had successfully incorporated this crazed beauty into my
cheat code.

Name: ??? Affection Points -999, Friendship Points -999. This is the first time I've ever seen a negative number
. But why is there a question mark around the name? Could it be that this woman has gone so mad and desperate that she's forgotten
her own name...?

Amidst the trembling giant and mature female servant's gazes as if I were a madman, I smiled and
reached for the bars of the iron cage once more.

*Chirp... Slurp...* To their astonishment, the black-haired girl, who had clearly fallen into madness, obediently
narrowed her slightly reddened eyes, obediently stretched out her head, and began to gently lick my palm,
like docile little animal showing affection to its master. This gesture from a mature black-haired beauty
felt incredibly pleasurable.

"Stop licking... Haha... My hand is so itchy..." The beast-like beauty before me innocently showed
a puzzled expression, as if she thought she had received praise. She became even more excited, waving her black hair, slowly sliding her
tender red tongue across my palm, occasionally putting her large fingers into her mouth, slowly sucking and making slurping sounds.

"Unseal it." I withdrew my wet hand, still damp with the girl's saliva, and
calmly ordered the dumbfounded staff beside me.

"But..." The burly man's expression shifted with a strange, unwilling look. "If this madwoman is an imposter,
we'll all be killed!" "Unseal it." I emphasized again, slightly annoyed. "Do you intend to break the
contract?" "Yes." Despite their resentment and fear, they tiptoed and quietly took out the key, unlocking
the shackles engraved with various intricate patterns. To their relief, Izayama Yomi simply tilted her head and quietly watched
everything, showing no urge to attack.

Click. Perhaps due to being tightly bound for so long, the moment the shackles were unlocked, the girl in the black dress and black hair
fell to Her fair arms seemed to slide on the ground uncontrollably, unable to support her. Her long,
beautiful legs were crossed, revealing the fair skin at the base of her thighs. She tried to stand up in confusion. Despite being a tall and
mature beauty, she moved as if swimming on land, which was incredibly cute.

I couldn't resist and lifted her up from the ground, embracing her slender waist. She obediently spread her legs and wrapped them around my
waist , her arms around my neck, hanging on me like a teddy bear. Her full, firm breasts pressed against my
chest, making me eager to sit on the sofa. I reached into the crevice of her black dress and her chest, carefully
playing with and kneading them. She instinctively squirmed, her fair skin rubbing against me, further stimulating
my desire.

"You guys go out first," I said, taking a breath, and told the two women standing to the side that
they could call me when they needed to leave. "I didn't simply play with this submissive black-haired girl directly. After removing
her black skirt and carefully examining her delicate labia between her legs to ensure her hymen was still intact and her anus showed
no signs of tampering, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even though I knew the 'material' was absolutely virgin and hadn't been
played with at all, I still checked it myself before I felt at ease. I have
a habit of collecting several equally excellent and innocent beautiful girls to play with and deflower in one go. So after carefully exploring and playing with Isayama Yomi's fair and exquisite
body , I put her aside and faced the sleeping Kuroyuki." Hime parted her beautiful legs and thrust into me from behind.
To my delight, the cold and alluring girl, though unconscious,
instinctively in sync with my thrusts. Her wet, tight vagina slowly gripped and manipulated my invading penis. The already
thirsty blonde girl smiled joyfully and sank into another hard penis,
moaning comfortably as she began to stroke it. The dazed Isayama Yomi, wearing a
black dress half-open revealing most of her breasts, leaned weakly against me, panting slightly, as I thoroughly played with her body.

"What do you think the true art of discipline should be like?"
The old man, who looked to be all white-haired but still vigorous, had been silent for a long time before suddenly asking.

"Since Master Shuai is testing us, I think it's probably about preserving their nature while making them
believe they are right, and using their lewd bodies to please their master," a strange
young man named "Murakoshi" replied.

"No, I think it's about developing their latent sacred qualities, [the whole text] sculpting beauty, and then fully enjoying their
holy aura and wanton bodies. This sacred mixed pollution is [the whole text] the chaos of beauty."

The masked man dressed as a doctor, who called himself "Sunspot," answered in a buzzing voice.

"Big breasts are the key." The middle-aged man, who had been silent all along, suddenly interjected.

"Yu-kun, what do you think?" The handsome master nodded noncommittally and suddenly asked me.

!

> Of course, I couldn't answer like that. Instead, I maintained a calm and unfathomable demeanor.

"Everyone has their own principles, so let's prove right and wrong through practice!" "Good!" The seemingly dying
old man, the handsome master, suddenly clapped his hands in praise. "Practice is the sole criterion for proving truth. Let's see who is more skillful in this
competition . This time, I've obtained some very rare material."

He clapped his hands excitedly, and as the soft sound of cloth shoes hitting the floor echoed,
an extremely quiet, black-haired beauty emerged from the shadowy corner.

Her exceptionally beautiful appearance, exquisite features, fair skin, and long, flowing black hair, coupled with her
black , nun-like attire and dark, serene expression, gave her an air of profound mystery.
The taste of longing.

"This woman..." Sunspot revealed a rather infatuated expression, "
like a dark angel banished to the mortal world." Murakoshi, standing beside him, also showed a slightly excited look.

"I'm withdrawing." The taciturn Master Qin Shou glanced at him, took out
a glass bottle shimmering with purple light from his pocket, placed it on the table, and turned to leave. "I have no interest in women with breasts that aren't even an E cup.
This is my wager for the competition." "Sigh, you." The handsome master showed a helpless expression and continued to
speak to those of us who remained.

"The rules are no different from previous years. To be fair, no excessive touching
or violation of the material is allowed. As long as the material reaches orgasm, you win. So, begin." "Wait," I suddenly
felt like I had missed something, "Does the competition require wagers?" "Of course."
The handsome master, looking at me as if I were an alien, carefully explained, "Everyone participating in the A-level competition will
take out a prop corresponding to their identity as a wager to give to the final winner." He continued as if suddenly enlightened
.

"If you haven't prepared a gift, Yu-kun, I heard that
the ' is definitely a good option." This old geezer must have planned this all along! No wonder that waiter
stammered and deliberately missed the point... I couldn't even muster up any contempt; instead, I felt quite pleased. Hey,
getting a woman to orgasm, I probably can't lose.

The first one was Sunspot. A psychology expert, he calmly walked up. Due to
the , we couldn't hear what he was saying, but judging from the girl's still indifferent and numb attitude, it probably wasn't
working. Then he seemed to understand something and simply took out a series of props from the toolbox next to him: a whip,
candles, a collar, and a strange cloth patch connected to wires. He then used these props one by one
on the silent girl who showed no fear. The variety of his methods and the subtle stimulation in his words broadened my
horizons .

A hazy, pinkish smoke filled the room, the candlelight dripping hot onto the girl's rounded buttocks.
Even through her nun-like black dress, the bloody welts from the whip were visible.
The fabric covering her full breasts and open genitals emitted a familiar blue glow through the electrical wires. Sweat
and blood mingled as the whip lashed her body, but despite this torture, the girl remained
silent . It wasn't just for show; she was genuinely indifferent. I keenly noticed that even Master Kuroko
was showing signs of fatigue and excitement, but the black-haired girl showed no emotion or stimulation.

Clearly defeated, Kuroko silently emerged, unwilling to utter a word. He merely gave
Master Shuai a deep look, placed a card-like piece of paper on the table, and left.

Although seeing Kuroko's defeat made Murakoshi serious, he still confidently strode into
the soundproofed room.

The process was much faster than I expected. When we saw Murakoshi force the girl to look him in the eye, and then
a strange aura seemed to emanate from him, Murakoshi let out a shrill scream, covered his eyes,
and scrambled out.

As he prepared to escape, Master Shuai Dai suddenly grabbed his arm tightly, locking his struggling body
like . "Although we've known each other for many years, rules are rules." "Here you go!"
Murakoshi roared, throwing a strange black pistol-like prop onto the table, and ran away.
Judging from the blood flowing from between his tightly closed eyes and his covered hands, he was seriously injured.

The kind and thin Master Shuai Dai turned around and smiled at me.

I swallowed hard, feeling for the first time that I no longer had any confidence in winning. However, based on the failures of the previous three? two people
, I had roughly guessed some of the reasons.

"This girl doesn't seem to feel pain, does she?" I paused. "And her mental state is quite strange."

"It's not that simple." Master Shuai nodded with apparent satisfaction. "
When I captured this girl named Asagami Fujino, she had congenital insensitivity to pain. However, this
isn't a problem for us A-level professionals. For example, Murakoshi noticed this and tried to use hypnosis to make her feel pain,
but it triggered a hidden power within her, causing a backlash.
Her eyesight . The most important thing in training this child isn't physical, but mental!" I
vaguely understood what he meant. Whether it's using forceful and lewd manipulation to completely destroy her thinking ability and
turn her into a puppet, or carefully comforting and persuading her to guide her onto the right path of sex,
both are skillful solutions for a trainer. However, the closed and limited nature of this competition has made this a headache
. Master Shuai knew this, which is why he generously offered this advice.

The battered girl, still wearing her black nun's gown with its long, slightly torn edges and whip marks, quietly gazed at
me, awaiting my instructions.

I simply smiled slightly, took her delicate, fair hand, and gently stroked it, feeling the smoothness of her
skin. The handsome master merely glanced disdainfully at my apparent attempt to "play the sentimental card," but he suddenly noticed
incredulously , with my touch, the girl's lifeless, dark eyes suddenly shone with an indescribable brilliance,
her calm body trembled involuntarily, and a blush spread across her pale cheeks and skin. She couldn't help but
wrap her legs around herself, reaching under her skirt to knead her hands, involuntarily uttering strange sounds like "
Ugh ... Uh... Ah!" I couldn't help but be secretly astonished; with only ten percent
of my desire, she already seemed on the verge of orgasm. Perhaps it was because she had never experienced touch before, making
her sensitivity to stimulation unparalleled.

She sobbed, her body tensing, her waist arching as she looked at me questioningly, "It's so strange...why...
this feeling...what is it...?" "This is love..." I replied calmly. The poor
girl seemed satisfied, throwing her head back and letting out a high-pitched scream before convulsing contentedly and falling into a deep sleep.
The ground beneath her black gauze skirt was already soaked...

"Legend has it that masters who have reached the limits of the path of discipline can tame women through language, gestures, and slight contact
. I always thought it was just a legend, but I never imagined I would witness such a miracle in my lifetime! 'If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening.'"
"Yes!" To my surprise, this lewd and perverted old man revealed an extremely firm and sacred
look in his eyes, like the faith of a martyr.

"This poor girl is so lucky to have met you. Here are her information and proof."

He [throughout the entire text] made no attempt to cheat and directly handed me all the rewards.

Angel Summoning Card: An angel summoning card meticulously crafted by the succubus mentor Sunspot, intended to summon an angel
for training.

"H" Potion: The final version of a drug Qin Shou once used on a certain big-breasted policewoman. When used on women, it
transforms into a succubus beast that maintains normal rationality and is exclusively for the user.

"Hypnosis Induction Machine 2.0": A well-known hypnosis artifact, but unfortunately, it can only
be used on normal humans whose will/spirit is no more than 10.

"The Slave Contract of the Three Sisters of the Furukawa Family": A slave contract that is officially recognized and protected.

In a luxurious villa.

"Sir, if you would be willing to release my mother and daughters, we would be extremely grateful."
The long-haired girl, bowing deeply to me, revealing her full, firm breasts—though she looked like a seventeen-year-old—softly pleaded.

"How will you thank me?" I asked casually, comfortably reclining on the familiar sofa, looking at
the three girls, each with a different temperament and figure, all equally sweet and lovely.

"My husband, Akio Furukawa, would be willing to give anything," she said hastily, like a child, seeing my indifferent
expression "I can also offer you free Sanae bread."

(Seeing this girl, who already had a child but was still so adorable, I couldn't help
but suddenly pull her into my arms while she was panicking, ignoring her weak struggles, burying my head in
her soft, sweet breasts and breathing comfortably.)

"As far as I know, you will become my slaves because Mr. Akio owes a large amount of gambling debts and is using
you as collateral." "Please don't do this, sir." She gently resisted my manipulation, her delicate
skin rubbing against my body through her pink dress, her long chestnut hair making my heart itch uncontrollably.
A feeling of happiness welled up inside me, and I held her soft body tightly, refusing to let go. This
virtuous young woman, this first encounter with her, made me involuntarily fall into a state of infatuation.

"Although Akio did make a mistake, both Nagisa and I are willing to forgive him." Sanae, exuding an alluring
aura , revealed a gentle expression, softly stroking my back and whispering, "Sir, you also yearn for happiness
, don't you? Even if you force us to stay here, we and sir will not be happy, because Sanae already
has someone she loves." Looking at the woman radiating a gentle and sacred glow, for the first time, I felt an
intense , overwhelming jealousy, a feeling of utter shame rising from the bottom of my heart, and I even had the urge to release them and let
them continue their happy lives.

"Daddy can't let Sanae's mom go!" Just as I reluctantly pulled away from her embrace, preparing to force
myself to let them go to their own happiness, the cute, innocent little
girl suddenly said.

"Daddy???" I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and seeing the equally
surprised , I realized I wasn't hallucinating.

"Xiaoxi came back from the future to prevent Daddy from being soft-hearted and letting Sanae's mom and Nagisa's mom leave
!"

the little girl continued in her childish voice, "In the future, it was because Daddy was soft-hearted that that bad
man continued to hurt the two moms, causing them to be heartbroken and desperate in the end!" "Daddy would never do such a
thing." Even after hearing this news that was basically a matter of fate, the short-haired beauty's cheeks
flushed looked angry.

"I see..." I remained silent. This... was the best excuse, wasn't it? I slowly took out the item for winning the A-level competition from my
pocket , aimed it at the three beautiful mothers and daughters who looked frightened, and guiltily
pulled the trigger.

"I'm sorry, this is for...our happiness." Looking at the blank,
dark, and lifeless eyes of the mother and daughter, who were as lovely as sisters, I felt for the first time that something important had broken in my heart.

"Honey, Nagisa! Time to get up for school," a soft and pleasant female voice came from outside the door.

"Mmm...uh...right now...Mommy..." A strange, indistinct voice responded.
The cute girl with shoulder-length chestnut hair looked lovingly at the boy lying quietly beneath her. She twisted her slender and alluring body,
her fair hands supporting herself on the boy's rough palms, their fingers tightly clasped together. With the slow thrusting of her slender waist,
her pink and tight honey hole tightly enveloped the thick and hard penis. A buzzing
sound came from behind her snow-white and round buttocks. A smaller and more delicate chestnut-haired girl lay comfortably on top of her, using a double-headed electric dildo to violate
the girl's mother's anus. From the back, one could clearly see that the little girl's tender abdomen was slightly bulging, and
her small anus was torn into a cruel and strange hole. Blood scabs had already formed near the torn anus, but the little
girl obviously did not care. She was just enjoying the pleasure of sex comfortably and happily.

"Nagisa, your technique has improved again!" Feeling the increasingly intense movements of the girl beneath me, her soft, warm
womb seemed to consciously tighten around my penis, the juicy walls of her flesh occasionally triggering a soft, stimulating squeezing
sensation. I couldn't help but praise her.

"This is for... Daddy..." Nagisa showed a happy expression upon receiving praise, and served her younger father even more
diligently . Her flowing chestnut-brown short hair, the sweat and saliva
she exuded, her young, fair naked body dancing, and the long, beautiful legs tightly gripping my waist made me unable to resist
ejaculating my first wave of semen that morning.

"Breakfast is here." A beautiful girl with similarly chestnut-brown hair, her long hair cascading down to her waist, unconcernedly revealed her
even fuller, more alluring figure, walking in wearing a naked apron. With each movement, the chestnut-brown forest between her thighs was clearly
visible , her full, round breasts swaying back and forth, making me subconsciously grab and squeeze those full breasts.

"Bad husband..." The long-haired beauty blushed, still happily throwing herself onto the soft
bed, rolling to my side, and looking up to carefully observe
the part where her delicate daughter and husband had intercourse and were splattering with love fluid.

"Mom... don't look..." Xiaozhu, who still retained common sense, couldn't help but shout shyly.

"Honey, time for breakfast." Sanae gently played the role of a wife, obediently lying
beside , deliberately ignoring the tender white breasts I was pinching and playing with, and said softly.

"Where's breakfast? I don't see it." I deliberately feigned surprise.

As my gaze fell, the pure and innocent young girl's face flushed red, and she said softly, "Sanae
has already brought breakfast!" I looked down and was surprised to find that the labia that her owner's tender white fingers were pointing at
seemed to be wrapped with something, slightly bulging. Was it a vibrator? I suppressed my excitement and put my hand into the tender labia of
the young wife, my fingers playing with them. A wet and tight feeling kept rubbing against my fingers.
Sanae suddenly couldn't help but open her legs wide, her legs tightly clamping my arm, and she let out a sobbing moan. I
clearly felt a wet liquid gushing out from her beautiful hole, splashing onto my palm.

"So Sanae's so sensitive, she even squirted! And what's this 'egg'?" I gently
breathed into the ear of this beauty I'd been dreaming of. Sanae blushed and clamped my arm between her long, slender, white legs,
saying, "These are the eggs Sanae masturbated with all night! And I added all sorts of sauces." I finally understood
what "beautiful to the eye" meant. "And that's not all!" The alluring, mature beauty eased her tension
and gently knelt beside my chest, her finger pointing to the third hole of her body. I then noticed
that a red sausage was sticking out of the girl's high, pert buttocks. I swallowed hard, unable to suppress
my lust, and... Pulling out the sausage, as thick as an arm, Sanae let out a painful groan. It was clear that her tight anus hadn't closed as the foreign object left her body; instead, a delicate, round hole was slightly exposed. I held the fiery sausage
in my mouth, lifted the blanket, and placed the goddess, the object of everyone's attention, on the bed in a doggy-style position. Aiming at her swollen, plump buttocks, I thrust in hard. A tight, dry feeling, different from her vagina, felt like countless tiny insects squeezing desperately inside her flesh. I roared, concentrating all my strength, and with Sanae's pained face and tears, I deeply entered the beauty's anus. The thought that the beautiful young married woman that others dreamed of was diligently serving made me unable to resist thrusting hard. 　　"Husband, don't be so rough, waah..." The beautiful girl with long, smooth chestnut hair couldn't help but moan with a sob, her full, firm breasts swaying in waves, sweet milk gushing . This submissive and weak appearance further aroused my lust. I devoured the hot sausage and played with the tight, hot anus, feeling an indescribable pleasure. 　　Xiaozhu and Xiaoxi also showed their charming expressions, crawling to their mother's side and biting one of her swollen breasts, slowly enjoying their breakfast. The scene of the four of them eating breakfast together was vividly depicted . 　　Indeed... this is my happiness. 　　　********************************************************** 　　The main text is also being written, but updates are very slow. There are a lot of messy plot holes, I'll dig them but not fill them, anyway, I'll write the [full text] in the end . I've written half of the "Zhu Xian" part of "Time and Space", it will probably be out in a few days. 　　The three members of the Furukawa family: from the anime and game series *Clannad*; 　　Isayama Yomi: from *Ga-Rei* 　　; Kuroyukihime: from *Accel World*; 　　Asagami Fujino: from *Kara no Kyoukai* 　　. And by the way, I'm crying for the flops on Qidian.com.

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