The Dominator Who Fell into the River of Love

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The boy's lowered profile gave him an inexplicable air of childishness. His

large, dark eyes, delicate eyebrows, and rounded nose and ears, along with his perfectly shaped lips and slender jaw, made him appear as fragile and vulnerable
as a young girl

. His hair, the same glossy black as his eyes, was framed by bangs that fell to his eyes and short, layered hair that covered his neck—a hairstyle that would suit even a girl.

He was a beautiful boy with supple limbs and a slender figure. However, the somber
atmosphere surrounding him gave him an overall cold impression. He

lacked the vibrant energy or youthful energy that one would expect from a seventeen-year-old.

He was too quiet and too well-behaved for a child his age.

Perhaps it was due to his introverted personality. But judging from his uniform at Kujo University Affiliated High School, this
feeling likely came from that notoriously strict monastic school.

Before observing the boy through the magic mirror mounted on the wall, I planned to go to another
meeting room to meet the guest waiting for me there.

The boy came to me with the internationally renowned actor, Yamato Setsuo.

If I remember correctly, Yamato Setsuo is a Kabuki performer, currently around fifty-five or fifty-six years old.

He transitioned from a Kabuki performer to a film actor, and after becoming a star, he
became famous for playing villainous roles, earning considerable acclaim overseas.

Now, his villainous roles as Japanese characters are indispensable in Hollywood films
.

Therefore, it's already astonishing that such a big star, who can't be hidden anywhere, would come to
me .

What's more, they brought along a rare and beautiful boy, making it even more unbelievable!

After all, I'm just a man who started out playing with a computer, casually made some money, then
handed over my main job to others, and made training beautiful boys a side business.

Am I really that famous for training beautiful boys?

Yamato brought the boy to me, obviously to have me train him.

The subject is undoubtedly the child I just saw.

Beautiful young men are as numerous as the stars in the sky, and in the past, I simply treated them as commissioned items to be "accepted."

However, the young man today evoked a special feeling in me.

His pensive expression resembled that of a martyr, appearing pitiful, and his somber aura was perfectly suited to his role.

A child like this, if skillfully trained, could become a charming sex toy.

His profile, with his head bowed, was particularly endearing.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat. Could this be what they call love at first sight?—A
sense .

A trainer only accepts commissions, therefore, one must never fall in love with the commissioned item.

As for the content of the commission… I opened the door to the reception room with anticipation and excitement
.

However, the moment Yamato Setsuo saw me, he looked disappointed, and his henchman, judging from
the business card, a man named Kusakabe Mineo, also showed blatant surprise.

No wonder!

I'm only twenty-nine years old.

My hair is dyed brown and reaches my shoulders; not to brag, but my looks attract a lot of attention.

However… Today, my attire was truly unremarkable. I wore
a white vest costing only 1980 yen and ordinary black leather pants.

I figured this unremarkable look was far removed from their image of a dominatrix.

Perhaps I should have worn a black bondage outfit, a studded jacket, and sturdy boots.
Carrying a turban, that image might have made me seem more reliable.

Therefore, to compensate for my lack of appearance, I greeted them with a commanding voice.

"Nice to meet you. I am Saga Kyosuke."

After introducing myself, I narrowed my eyes and stared at them with a disdainful gaze.

Because my grandfather was Swedish, my eyes weren't pure black, but gray.

I knew that my eyes would make people flinch when I stared at them. This seemed to have an effect on Yamato and
Kusakabe as well.

Looking at them now, I knew they were probably thinking, "Although he looks younger and weaker than
we imagined , his unique and sharp gaze is truly worthy of a dominatrix."

We began our conversation in this atmosphere.

"Time is short, so please get straight to the point,"

I said to the client in my usual commanding tone.

Clients who come for work always have only one purpose, but before they get to the point, there are always
various explanations and elaborations, wasting time.

"Because I want to have comfortable sex, please train this child." It's just that saying it
isn't so easy for them.

However, like me, Yamato Yosuke is a very busy man.

We instantly realized that we both wanted to avoid formalities, and there was no need for
hesitation .

The boy's name was Kiga Miyu.

Seventeen years old.

The request was to dilate his anus and develop his erogenous zones for sexual intercourse.

He was allowed to insert sex toys and electronic vibrators, but not a live male genital organ; the
anus had to remain virgin. He absolutely could not perform oral sex, but he had to remember the method.

His nipples had to be able to harden.

The time limit was twenty hours.

The initial payment was two hundred thousand yen. After completion, an additional 300,000 will be paid as a success fee.

However, let me make it clear beforehand: if the results are unsatisfactory, the client will not pay the success fee.

The person will be handed over tomorrow at 6 PM.

Any secrets learned in the course of business must not be disclosed under any circumstances.

That's basically it. I handed over the contract and said goodbye.

He's an international superstar, but after getting the handsome young man he likes, he seems to have no time even to cook for himself as he
pleases .

So, he gave me the ingredients first, told me to season them, and that I should only eat it when the boy looked delicious.

Compared to spending time doing it myself, I think he figured it was more cost-effective to just spend 500,000 yen
.

As for me, training was just a side job I did out of interest, so I never wanted
a high fee.

Besides, in this case, the commission wasn't professional—"to dilate his anus and
develop his erogenous zones"—it was just a level of training. So the fee was the lowest possible.

But if the work wasn't successful, he wouldn't pay for it. Was he deliberately
going to make me work harder, or was he trying to make me feel frustrated?

Anyway, training this dull, beautiful boy into an excellent passive character wouldn't be difficult
for me.

Honestly, anyone could do it.

However, there's a reason why my name is so famous in this industry. Even big names in the film industry have heard about me and come to ask for my services because I possess advantages

that other trainers don't have. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　Thursday afternoon, 2 PM. 　　In the underground parking garage of the upscale apartment building, I took the elevator directly to the 18th floor. 　　I thought this apartment building was incredibly luxurious. 　　The first floor was a sports club, the second and third floors were restaurants and beauty salons. The 16th and 17th floors were online shopping companies . 　　The other floors were for the wealthy upscale residents. 　　Although Mr. Yamato remained silent, I knew very well that Mr. Kusakabe, who was riding the elevator with me, was completely engrossed in his excitement. 　　The elevator stopped at the top floor, which belonged entirely to Mr. Saga. 　　He must be a very wealthy man. 　　Just the fees he earns from accepting cases like mine... Could that make him so rich... ? 　　What kind of person is he? 　　　　　　　　　　　　　Just thinking about it is terrifying... 　　Today, Mr. Kusakabe suddenly came to the school and asked me to submit a leave request for two days off. 　　I hope I can escape before I get on the train. 　　I still have some spare change, enough to buy a subway ticket. So, if I can get away, I hope I can hide . 　　But I can't do it, so I'm sitting here. 　　This room looks like a living room. 　　There's a refrigerator against the wall, and a large mirror hangs on top of it. 　　The mirror reflects me sitting on the sofa. 　　I hate seeing my own face, so I lower my gaze. 　　My face looks exactly like my mother's, a relatively unknown actress. 　　Mr. Yamato is my biological father, although this is a secret to everyone. 　　But I am actually my mother's child with Mr. Yamato, although those two never married because Mr. Yamato already had a wife. 　　So, my mother married my adoptive father while pregnant with me. 　　My adoptive father treated me as his own son and raised me without a doubt. 　　But. Three years ago, when my adoptive father's company ran into trouble, our family was destroyed. 　　In order to borrow money from Mr. Yamato, my mother told my adoptive father that I was Mr. Yamato's son. 　　Moreover, she also told my adoptive father that since marrying him, she had been using my secret to ask Mr. Yamato for money. 　　So, my adoptive father started borrowing money from Mr. Yamato. 　　However, this only made my adoptive father feel more desperate. 　　"Bitch," 　　he cursed my mother. 　　"I don't want a bitch's son," 　　he swore. Then he started hitting me. 　　Afterwards, my mother left home, leaving me to be beaten. 　　After my adoptive father's company ran into trouble, I lost many things. 　　Not just the car, the house, and the villa. 　　Relatives, and even friends, all disappeared. 　　In the end, even my adoptive father was gone. 　　He took me to Mr. Yamato's house and then left alone. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　He vanished completely... 　　Mr. Yamato and Mr. Kusakabe, who had been with him for over forty years, were furious. 　　However, fearing a scandal, they didn't kick me out. 　　I was placed in Mr. Yamato's home under the pretense of being here as an apprentice actress, entrusted by a relative. 　　He promised to take care of me until I graduated from high school. 　　But later, Mr. Yamato himself got into trouble. 　　Until recently, Mr. Yamato was working in the United States making films. But now . 　　Mr. Yamato urgently needs a large sum of money. 　　He should have been a very wealthy man. Otherwise, he wouldn't have so readily allowed his mother to squander money every month and even paid for his adoptive father's financing needs. 　　To protect his reputation as a famous actor, he spent money like water, no matter the cost. He believed that spending money would bring 　　peace of mind, and he eventually gave up. 　　However, when he truly had to worry about money, Mr. Yamato's thoughts changed. 　　That feeling is not hard to understand. 　　His mother kept his secret from Mr. Yamato and me for fourteen years. 　　However, she eventually told his adoptive father because she needed money. 　　Therefore, Mr. Yamato wanted to get back the money he had given to his mother and adoptive father. I also felt it was understandable. 　　Now, his mother and adoptive father have disappeared, so Mr. Yamato can only demand repayment from me. 　　Moreover, Mr. Yamato is facing more than just money problems. 　　A crucial role he was about to land seems to be facing the risk of being replaced. 　　Desperate, he demanded that I repay the debts owed to his mother and adoptive father. 　　"You should be able to do it, because you have that bitch's blood in your veins," 　　Mr. Yamato said. 　　My adoptive father also called my mother a "bitch," and I learned the meaning of that word from the dictionary. 　　Mr. Yamato has always been a very famous person. He lived like a great man.

That's why I couldn't readily agree with him.

I felt that agreeing with him would justify the way they belittled my mother
.

"Back when I often met Minayo at the photography studio, period dramas were all the rage. That woman,
she'd sleep with anyone to get a role, so people called her 'urinal' behind her back. You know,
because we were in a period drama, no one called her 'public toilet.'"

Mr. Yamato seemed to want to say things I didn't want to know.

But Mr. Yamato forgot.

He forgot that he was one of the people who had held my mother. He

also forgot that his blood flowed in my veins...

And then, today.

After an hour of class, Mr. Kusakabe came to pick me up from school.

"Miyu. Hurry up and submit your early departure application. You need to ask for leave from school for today and tomorrow."

Mr. Kusakabe had been Mr. Yamato's apprentice since he was a Kabuki actor, and he spoke in a woman's
tone .

"Although we made it clear from the beginning that there's nothing we can do since he's hiding, this
is the time for you to repay our teacher's kindness, understand?" I was speechless. In Mr. Kusakabe's
car , he kept nagging as he drove.

My mother and adoptive father had received immense care from Mr. Yamato.

My sudden appearance had caused Mr. Yamato a lot of trouble.

Mr. Yamato, who had taken care of me for three whole years, was currently facing some troubles.

As if I knew nothing about it, he tirelessly explained those things to me over and over again.

"Time is tight. The day after tomorrow, Saturday, is the day the famous film producer will be conducting a clandestine interview
. He's a very important person to our teacher. Our teacher will also be spending
time . At that time, we hope you can be his girlfriend.

Can you do that? If you don't do well, our teacher will lose his role. Please."

More than a follower, Mr. Kusakabe was like another wife to Mr. Yamato.

Therefore, Mr. Kusakabe hated my mother who slept with Mr. Yamato.

He also hated me, his child.

Although he didn't openly express malice, I understood his feelings.

I am lonely.

The home that raised me for fourteen years was a complete lie.

Ever since the day my mother told my adoptive father the truth, I've been utterly alone.

Even though I've been at Mr. Yamato's place for three years, I'm still lonely.

So, I feel like it doesn't matter anymore.

"I'm telling you, that dominatrix named Saga Kyosuke, training, you understand? We investigated many
places before finally finding him. That person will train Miyu's body—"

Suddenly, Mr. Kusakabe looked at me through the rearview mirror.

"He will train Miyu's body to be very suitable for men."

I was confused.

Did Mr. Kusakabe mean "train me to be the way men think I'm suitable for them,"
or "train me to be the way men think I'm suitable for"? I didn't understand.

Before I could answer, Mr. Kusakabe continued.

"Saga, well, how should I put it? He seems to have earned the nickname 'Pic Marion.'

He can infuse life into puppets... Oh, I don't mean to say Miyu is a puppet. I
guess he knows some methods, like curing frigidity symptoms, so he's quite amazing."

Although Mr. Kusakabe explained it that way, I knew the puppet referred to me.

"Please thank the teacher. Normally, he could just throw you to someone else.
If you escaped this time, you could secretly be happy. But, do you know? The first time with a man is
very scary. If you have anal fissures or rectal ruptures, you might die. So, the teacher cares about you;
he even wants to pay for your body. You should really thank him."

My fingertips instantly turned cold.

"Oh dear, the teacher is waiting for us over there. Let's go have lunch together. Look, he's such a
good teacher. He'll go with us to the discipline master and personally entrust you to him. Hey, did you hear that? He's
truly the kindest person in the world."

I saw Mr. Yamato wearing sunglasses.

"He's so devoted to you, truly worthy of being my teacher. He's your
father , so of course he wouldn't lay a hand on you, but he'll still worry about you, his own flesh and blood son."

Mr. Yamato is my biological father, so I know he won't touch me.

At that moment, somewhere in my body, my heart trembled.

For Mr. Yamato—for my father, I would do anything...?

Chapter Two

Thursday afternoon at three o'clock in Saga

After Yamato and Kusakabe left, I put on my coat and went to the room where Miyu was waiting for me.

I thought, if I showed my upper arm from the beginning, someone like him might be scared.

As soon as the door opened, Miyu immediately stood up and looked at me.

Was he trying to stand up and greet me, or was he simply startled? Judging from his backward-
leaning posture, he was probably afraid.

On the surface, Miyu is a breathtakingly beautiful young man.

To find such a handsome boy hidden in the vast sea of people is truly moving, even to me.

If I had to point out a flaw, it would perhaps be his overly rigid attitude…

Beautiful in appearance, but giving off an overly innocent vibe. This might be his weakness, but also his greatest
charm.

Perhaps others wouldn't want him to show excessive emotion on his face.

What would he be like when he breaks down? The more I thought about it, the happier I became.

I wonder what his voice would sound like.

In my imagination, it would be…

Soft, smooth, a bit lower than a child's voice, but not quite an adult's; it should be
a pleasant, melodious tone, right?

"Welcome, you must be Kiga Miyu? I'm Saga Kyosuke. Please relax, have a seat."

I urged him to sit down first, then sat down on the other sofa myself.

Seeing my actions, Miyu also sat down. It seems he's teachable.

"Are you nervous?"

Miyu, with his head down, didn't respond to my question.

It seems getting to know his voice isn't so easy after all.

The refrigerator was within reach, so I opened the door, took out two cans of coffee, and placed one in
front of Miyu.

"Sorry, I was going to pour you a cup of tea, but I live alone, so please make do with this."

In the end, only I opened the can of coffee; Miyu didn't even extend his hand. "You came directly from
school right? Did you have lunch? Are you hungry?"

It was already past 3 PM. If he were a healthy high school student, he should be hungry.

"I'm not hungry..."

Miyu answered softly.

As I expected.

His voice was a beautiful baritone.

And an absolutely captivating voice.

"Have you heard any rumors about me?"

I thought he was going to remain silent again, but after a short while, he answered.

"...Pickmarion."

Miyu said with a puzzled expression.

"I heard from Mr. Kusakabe that you are Pickmarion, who breathes life into puppets."

After saying this, Miyu lowered his head and fell silent again.

Perhaps it was because of nervousness. His lips were completely bloodless, terribly pale.

"Pickmarion, is that it? Indeed, that's what some people call me. But, do you know who Pickmarion
is? He was the king of Gibraltar, and he fell in love with an ivory beauty he carved himself, eventually
falling ill with lovesickness."

Miyu looked up at me.

As soon as he looked up, his full, dark eyes were quite striking. His childlike innocence and
curiosity left a strong impression.

A child like a beautiful Japanese doll.

"Is it because he's a doll that he came to a place like this?" I thought to myself as I continued.

"The one who gave life to the ivory beauty was actually the goddess Aphrodite. So, no matter what, it
wasn't Picmarion who could infuse life."

Miyu looked at me, his expression unchanged.

My image was reflected in his dark eyes. He fearlessly met my gray eyes—"Okay,
you know why you were sent here?!"

Miyu met my gaze and nodded.

"I know."

After the answer, there was a silence, so I urged him.

"Then tell me. I need to confirm how much you know."

Up until now, all the clients asked this question would refuse to answer out of shame,
but Miyu wasn't like that.

"I came here to be trained by you so that I won't cause anal fissures or rectal ruptures."

"Are you serious?"

The overly direct statement made my heart race.

"Yes—" Miyu nodded.

"Please train me to be very suitable for men." Miyu said again without changing his expression.

He spoke in a captivating way.

"I understand. I will train you well."

"Yes. Please..." I winked at him.

Miyu seemed quite familiar with Yamato and Kusakabe's instructions.

This made me start to care.

Although I never intended to be interested in the client's affairs or the background of the commissioned items, this time I was
very concerned. This was the first time something like this had happened since I became a dominatrix.

To put aside my thoughts, I stood up.

"Well then, first, go take a bath. Your body looks tense and stiff, relax
."

Chapter 3

Thursday afternoon at four o'clock Miyu

The bathroom, like the house, was very luxurious.

Half of the huge bathtub faced the terrace, giving the illusion of being in an open-air bath. There

were shower heads on the walls, and there was also a sauna next to it .

The space for washing oneself was very spacious, and there was a white mat the size of a double bed on the side.

"That's a mat used for massages and performing difficult movements," Mr. Saga explained 　　, pointing to the mat,

as if noticing my surprise. 　　Mr. Saga asked me to wash his back. 　　While he was washing his front, I used a sponge to scrub his back. 　　I remembered bathing with my adoptive father. But that was a long time ago; I've rarely seen anyone's back since. 　　Mr. Saga's muscles were incredibly well-developed. 　　I could feel the firmness of his muscles with my fingertips whenever I scrubbed him with a foam-soaked sponge. 　　His back was also very broad. 　　On the left side of his waist, there was a scar about three inches long, only the skin around that area was uneven. 　　Should I scrub that area with the sponge? I wondered. 　　Mr. Saga seemed to sense my feelings and turned to look at me from behind. 　　"That's a scar from a knife wound. I failed during a training session," 　　Mr. Saga said casually. 　　I'd heard that even lion trainers in circuses get injured. 　　Would Mr. Saga also train someone like a lion? 　　Just as I was urging him to stop, Mr. Saga stood up. 　　"Let me help you wash," 　　he said, gesturing for me to turn around.

Mr. Yamato and the others had instructed me never to disobey Mr. Saga, so I turned around while standing and
let him wash my back.

Then, when it came time to wash my front, Mr. Saga told me to lie down on the mat.

"Go lie down on the mat. It'll be easier to wash that way."

I lay down on my back, only my head was slightly raised.

That was the height Mr. Saga adjusted with the remote.

Mr. Saga also climbed onto the mat and came to me.

"It's better to close your eyes, otherwise the soap will hurt you."

I was afraid.

That's why Mr. Saga said that to me.

Even with my eyes closed, I could see Mr. Saga's face in my mind.

Mr. Saga had an extremely cold expression.

I thought it was a handsome face, but could I say a man is handsome? I didn't know.

His hair seemed to be dyed, but it was very neat and long.

On his face, there were a pair of eyes that left a particularly deep impression.

Like a wolf, the pupils were gray.

And his lips were very distinctive.

The corners of his mouth turned upwards when he smiled, symmetrical on both sides.

Mr. Saga's hand stroked my neck.

He washed my body with a massaging motion…

"The secret to animals becoming close when they first meet is having the same scent,"

Mr. Saga said, touching my body as he did so.

Especially my chest, he washed it in circles from the outside in.

Again and again, Mr. Saga's hand moved across my chest as if it were embedded in my flesh.

With my eyes closed, I was caught in an incredible illusion.

Because Mr. Saga's hand was kneading me as if trying to trace an outline. I felt as if I had
breasts.

Perhaps my body had become like clay, and now I had a girl's breasts.

Had I really grown breasts? I wanted to open my eyes to confirm.

I wanted to know before I could feel at ease.

That feeling grew stronger and stronger. Just when I felt I couldn't keep my eyes closed any longer…

a current suddenly surged through the tip of my chest, it hurt so much.

"Ahhh!"

I cried out, opening my eyes.

There was no current.

Mr. Saga's fingers pinched the protrusion on my chest.

Although the pain was gone, a lingering, numbing sensation remained, seeping
deep into my skin.

"You were moaning loudly,"

Mr. Saga said with a laugh.

I felt ashamed and closed my eyes again.

Mr. Saga's fingers hardened the bulge in my chest.

He touched it with his fingers and fingertips, pinching, squeezing, and flicking it.

A slight pain arose.

The surge felt in the bulge seemed to come from breasts that shouldn't exist.

The feeling in my chest was no longer pain. The pain had transformed into a tingling pleasure.

I felt my body floating,

like I was floating in a sea of flowers.

Just as I began to feel comfortable, a deep pain shot through my abdomen.

I needed to urinate.

"It's pink too,"

Mr. Saga suddenly said.

"Wh-what?"

I felt uneasy and opened my eyes. My front had changed.

"Have you done this yourself?"

"You're seventeen years old, you've masturbated, haven't you?"

"...No..."

I answered honestly.

"Why?"

Mr. Saga asked calmly.

"Because I'm not interested in that kind of thing..."

I answered honestly again.

Because I felt I couldn't become like my mother.

"When did you peel it off?"

he continued.

I answered truthfully.

"When I was fourteen. Mr. Kusakabe forced me to..."

"Haha, that guy. So, did he do anything else?"

"Only that."

"It can't be just that, can it? That guy probably won't stop there."

It seemed Mr. Saga knew that Mr. Kusakabe liked men.

"Mr. Kusakabe hates me, so I think he's just bullying me." I spoke
ill of Mr.

Kusakabe. Would Mr. Saga think I was a bad child?

"He's a hateful guy, Kusakabe."

But that's all Mr. Saga said.

"But do you know what happens when you stimulate this?"

Mr. Saga asked, pointing to my front.

"I know. You'll ejaculate."

"That's straightforward, but you'll also experience intense pleasure. The pleasure of the semen passing through the center of this column and
the ultimate sensation of it gushing out from the tip—that's ejaculation."

Mr. Saga pointed to his front, gesturing with his finger to the tip.

"The erogenous zones are concentrated on the crown, so the sensation here is particularly acute."

Although I was already erect, Mr. Saga only showed a partial erection.

"Do you want to see me erect?"

Noticing my gaze, Mr. Saga said this.

I could feel his confidence.

I didn't know how to answer, and Mr. Saga gave me his next command.

"Grab your ankles and spread your legs so I can see. Let me see what it looks like down there."

"There...?"

"Yes, the pubic area..."

"..."

I was deeply shocked—

"Hurry up, let me see."

Although he spoke gently, it was an order.

I felt incredibly ashamed to be in that position.

"If you can't do it by yourself, I'll help you with ropes and handcuffs. What do you want to do?"

That meant he would tie me up if I didn't comply.

I chose the former. I grabbed my ankles, bent my knees to my chest, and turned my anus towards Mr.
Saga .

"I want to see your 'place' more clearly. Come on, there's a 'ん' in hiragana, right?
In anus out. Don't let go of your ankles."

Mr. Saga suddenly placed his hand on my raised anus, extending it forward.

"Here. You can call it 'ん' or '￡', it doesn't matter."

Mr. Saga laughed as he pressed down hard.

The pressure on my chest was excruciating.

I felt like I had truly become a 'ん' or '￡'.

Mr. Saga used his hand to pry open my anus.

The pressure on my chest made it impossible to even make a sound.

"It's so cute, it's pink here too. There's a little indentation here, narrow like a pleated bag
. It has lots of folds."

Hearing him say so many embarrassing things, I really wanted to run away.

But if I ran away, it would bother Mr. Yamato.

"No... don't look..."

I crossed my arms, trying to hide that place, but it was all in vain.

"Don't lie, it's very cute here. The word 'ring' comes from the Latin word for 'ring.' Come on,
let me pull open Miyu's ring."

Mr. Saga called my name and stroked my anus.

No way! I gritted my teeth.

—He's just stroking me.

Soon, I received the instruction to let go of my ankle.

Freed from the shameful position, I breathed a sigh of relief. In front of me, Mr. Saga's entire body was on
full display.

Mr. Saga had transformed into an adult.

He only looked at my back—the shape of the ring—and touched it once, and then it changed. Because of my shameful
parts, he changed so much…

“Do you like it?”

Mr. Saga said proudly.

“Too bad, I made an agreement with the client that I can’t use this on Miyu.”

Mr. Saga said, moving away from me and intending to get off the mat.

“Sorry, I’ll make you a good boy. Wait for me.”

I understood what being a good boy meant.

“No, no, perfect. Let me show you what a man does, watch carefully.”

Mr. Saga faced me, placed his hand on his genitals, and began to caress them.

He gently rubbed from the base to the tip with three fingers.

While rubbing, he massaged the sensitive tip with his index and middle fingers.

He rubbed himself with one hand and caressed his entire body with the other.

I felt as if Mr. Saga was caressing me as well.

In my view, Mr. Saga gradually reached his climax.

The moment he let out a “Mmm!” from his throat, he ejaculated.

Mr. Saga’s semen sprayed onto my body.

So hot.

It felt like scorching rain falling on me.

But I didn't hate it at all.

"Ah, sorry, I got too excited."

Mr. Saga said this, but there was no apology on his face. "Semen, in
Latin means 'seed.' By the way, a normal man ejaculates an average
of 3cc of semen in one ejaculation. The distance it travels is one meter."

Then, Mr. Saga stepped off the mat.

"This time it's Miyu's turn. Try using your own hand, like I did, to catch your pink
spot."

Mr. Saga had just demonstrated how to masturbate so that I would

n't feel ashamed. He did this so that I wouldn't feel ashamed.

"If you can't do it, I can help you. But if you're a boy, don't
rely on someone else for your first ejaculation, use your own hand."

I understood Mr. Saga's gentleness.

What should I do...

I'm starting to like Mr. Saga—

Chapter 4

Thursday afternoon at six o'clock Saga

After taking a shower, we went to eat.

It was only six in the afternoon, still a bit early after dinner, but once the training began, no more food
was allowed . I saw Miyu's body in the bathroom; slender and well-proportioned, beautiful beyond her seventeen years,
somewhere between a girl and a boy.

Flawless, snow-white skin, jet-black hair and eyes.
Beautiful like a night sky shimmering with stars, deeply wet. I instructed Miyu not to wear any clothes until I left the next evening.

I only had him wear a very short skirt-like cloth around his waist, fastened with buttons, covering his pink,
youthful penis. This was one of my training tools, specially sewn clothing for the client. Not letting the client
live completely naked was to preserve their sense of shame.

If they didn't feel embarrassed when their last piece of clothing was removed, and wouldn't tremble when forced to remove their own clothes
, their imagination would be halved.

Moreover, my specially made waistband, when flipped open, completely revealed what was underneath.

Furthermore, with every slight movement, his mounds would be exposed from the short waistband, visible to others.

To conceal their front and back, they must be extremely tense and mindful of their body movements. Naturally,
their actions become very cautious.

The second and third floors of this apartment building are rented out and house five restaurants, so our dinner could
be delivered to our room.

Considering this was our first tense dinner, I readily ordered kaiseki cuisine. We
dined facing each other.

Because I often receive commissions here, and I usually stay indoors, for several years now...
I eat like this for all three meals.

Watching Miyu eat bit by bit with her chopsticks, I started to wonder what this child was thinking.
Now I'm no longer just observing Miyu. What I did in the bathroom might
shock .

However, as an initiation ritual, it's essential.

What she saw me do before seems to have had some effect...

"Thank you for the meal."

I said, looking at Miyu as she put down her chopsticks.

"You eat very elegantly. Are you full?"

If I don't say something, the atmosphere seems to become very dull.

"Yes—"

"Inside the brain. The centers that govern eating and sex are located side by side, so when a person's appetite is satisfied, it seems
that the nerves next to it are also stimulated. What do you think?"

"After eating, I want to sleep..."

Miyu replied. "Hmm...that's because your blood sugar is high. You can do whatever you want, but
do you want to sleep?" "No, I don't want to sleep..."

"Okay. Then, after a short rest, shall we begin?"

Begin the training—I didn't put it so bluntly, but Miyu nodded.

After dinner, we left the dining room and moved to the bar area inside the living room. The

entire 18th floor of the apartment building belonged to me.

There were two rooms: a reception room for visitors and a training room.

In addition, there were three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a dining room. The living room had a bar, and there was also a small room for
watching movies.

My work computer was in the study, a little far away. The computer was connected to the 17th and 16th floors.
Most of the clients were surprised to see my room and asked why, but Miyu didn't
say anything.

He seemed uninterested, but also perhaps a little too shocked.

"Can you have some alcohol?" Miyu nodded and took the sweet cocktail I had prepared.

I took my favorite Niigata beer from the refrigerator and uncorked it.

Drinking beer is my ultimate luxury.

We toasted each other at the table. "Well then, please take care of me for the next twenty-four hours."

"Take care of me..."

He nervously clinked his cocktail glass against the beer bottle I was holding up.

After the perfunctory toast, suddenly, I had the idea of letting Miyu have some beer too. I
wanted Miyu to drink the beer I loved, the beer specially made for me.

"Would you like some? It's delicious."

I picked up the glass and pushed the beer bottle in front of Miyu.

Miyu readily took it and immediately took a sip from the bottle.

Drinking beer directly from the bottle, you can't taste it unless you swallow it.

A kid like him should pour the beer into a glass... His actions were
different from what I expected, and this misjudgment made me a little anxious.

For some reason, my emotions started to spiral out of control.

"It tastes like brown sugar, very delicious,"

Miyu said after drinking my beer, and I found him even more adorable.

"Let's have another drink. Beer can help you relax." Miyu obediently touched the bottle opening with her lips.

Pale pink lips. Lips that didn't yet know how to kiss or perform oral sex.

When closed, they curved slightly upwards, hiding the lower lip in a moment of shame.

"Cute lips. Have you ever kissed before?"

Taking the beer bottle, I pointed to Miyu's lips with my index finger.

"No." Miyu answered, head bowed as if she had said something shameful.

Seventeen years old, and she had no experience whatsoever.

But that was for the best.

"Can I kiss you?"

Miyu looked up at me, who was drinking beer.

We had already indirectly kissed. Besides, do dominatrixes always ask for permission?
He looked surprised, but that was my approach.

"I really want to kiss you."

"Okay...okay."

I lightly touched Miyu's lips with my own.

At first, it was a closed-lip kiss.

Then I pried open Miyu's lips with my tongue.

I swirled my tongue around, sucking and gently biting Miyu, feeling him with a tight rhythm.

When our lips parted, Miyu's eyes welled up with tears.

"How did your first kiss taste?"

"It tasted like beer."

He was still the same, and I smiled.

Perhaps I was more looking forward to his emotional answer.

My smile seemed to hurt Miyu, and he lowered his head again.

I placed my hand under Miyu's chin and lifted his face.

Jet-black hair, full, dark eyes, snow-white skin, a porcelain-like smoothness, a beauty as if
sculpted . His heart was still stiff,
evidence of the fear, despair, and sorrow he had been sent to me. I thought, Miyu's personality should originally be quite restrained and introverted, but if I made him cry, if he showed his stubbornness and
aversion, it should be able to make him relax if he couldn't express intense emotions and resistance.
Let me unleash it.

Let Miyu scream as he pleases, and his bravado will melt away.

"Come over here..."

I led Miyu to the training room.

The training room had a black and white marble floor in the style of Ichimatsu, and only an air mattress. It was
a rather simple room.

The mirror embedded in the wall was a magic mirror, which I could use to monitor the training room from the inner room. There was no furniture in
the room , not to prevent the commissioned items from bumping into it and causing accidents, but simply because of my
aesthetic sense. The training tools, such as sex toys and whips, were kept in a tool box next to me, which
I would take out when necessary, and were not displayed here. This time, for Miyu, I
hung .

Upon seeing the Minkaku handcuffs, Miyu froze in her tracks.

"Are you scared?"

I picked up the handcuffs. Upon hearing my question, Miyu nodded.

And he answered honestly, "Yes.

" "Don't worry. Since there's no SM involved, I won't force you,"
I told Miyu, reassuring him. I placed Miyu's wrists into the handcuffs and locked them to the chain on the ceiling.

Next, I opened a drawer against the wall, took out several lipsticks, and chose a color.
Various cosmetics were also prepared in the training room. Because some clients wanted
makeup .

"Among primates, only humans have lips that turn outwards. The mouth is entirely
composed of the mucous membrane from the back. Do you think that's why?"

I chose a cherry-colored lipstick and returned to Miyu.

"Because humans mate face-to-face, the lips visually replace the unseen vulva. So,
by seeing the color of the lips, the other person can judge the approximate color of a woman's genitals." Miyu
looked at his lips with unease through the mirror.

Hearing these words, anyone who wasn't a girl would find it difficult to remain calm.

What should I do? They'll start thinking like that.

I applied cherry-red lipstick to Miyu.

"Good, you've become even more mature and delicious than before."

Then, I took Miyu's lips again.

After indulging to my heart's content, I reapplied the lipstick. Next, I tried to lift the front of the cloth
covering .

"Ah!" Miyu cried out, trying to cover himself with his handcuffed hands.

"Don't cover yourself."

To stop Miyu from covering his front, I used the remote control next to me to roll up the chain on the ceiling.

The chain rolled up with a "whoosh" sound, and Miyu's wrists were suspended above his head.

"Wait, wait a minute."

Miyu immediately stood on tiptoe, pleading with me to stop in a disheveled voice.

His whole body was stretched straight, and he could barely stand on his tiptoes. Instead of loosening the chain, I
untied the cloth covering Miyu's waist.

Miyu shrank back in shame, and his front had changed.

Just kissing me had turned him into this.

Miyu is like a fruit encased in a hard shell. But if you peel back the shell little by little, you can see
the sweet flesh hidden inside.

"Good boy..."

I said, picking up the lipstick and applying it to the tip of Miyu's penis, turning it red.

"Look, it's turned cherry red."

The groove at the tip looks exactly like the groove on a cherry.

So cute, so delicious, I couldn't help but look at it again and again.

"Open your legs..."

Miyu obediently complied.

I moved behind him, cupped his small buttocks in my hands, and began to caress him. At this moment, he was standing on his tiptoes
, his back straight, so his buttocks were clenched and very stiff.

I gently caressed his buttocks, kneading and teasing them, and gently grasped them.
For a boy without breasts, caressing his arms was like caressing a girl's breasts.

Then, I placed my hands on his buttocks, turning them open to the left and right, revealing the opening besides his lips.
Noticing where I was looking, Miyu trembled all over.

I didn't care. I dipped my index finger in lipstick and inserted it into Miyu's secret place,
applying lipstick to the narrow opening.

The anal folds, touched by my fingertip, instantly contracted.

A reflexive resistance, a shameful display.

I parted her anal folds and applied a little lipstick to the inside as well.

Miyu twisted her waist, and I withdrew my finger at the entrance.

Miyu's body and mind hardened again because her resistance was too strong.

Chapter Five

Thursday, 8 PM Miyu

My hands were suspended above my head by chains hanging from the ceiling. My anus and front were covered in lipstick,
and the lipstick seemed to itch little by little.

I felt as if the lipstick color had seeped into my body.

Mr. Saga, who had left, startled me when he returned.

In Mr. Saga's hand was a whip.

Made of leather, a long, thin whip with a sharp point like the top of a boot.

When I realized Mr. Saga was going to hit me, my blood froze.

I remembered being beaten by my adoptive father.

"Stop, stop!"

Before I could even yell—

my buttocks suddenly felt like they were on fire.

"Ouch!"

I cried out.

Then, Mr. Saga's whip began to lash me relentlessly.

Crack! This time, the terrible sound and pain made me howl.

A burning sensation, like an electric current

, surged through my body, leaving a numbing sensation.

Before the numbness had subsided, Mr. Saga's whip cracked again.

"Eee-ah!"

I screamed desperately, then gasped for breath.

The place where I had been whipped was numb.

The normally cold spot became burning hot, like a scald.

"...Ah—ahhh!" This time, he struck a place I had never been hit before.

"Eee-ahhh!"

The pain and numbness spread through my veins again.

Sparks crackled as the whip seemed to penetrate my body.

The spot where the lipstick color had seeped in earlier, though not touched or whipped, also started to heat up
. "Ah!"

Incredibly, there was a vivid sensation amidst the pain.

The whip came.

"Ahhh—no!"

Mr. Saga's whip suddenly stopped.

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't hit me anymore!"

Despite this, my lips still uttered a plea.

"Feel a little better after you've cried out?"

Mr. Saga said as he came in front of me.

I didn't ask him... why he was doing such a terrible thing to me.

A deep pain seemed to rise in my abdomen, heavy and painful. Mr. Saga's treatment of me brought tears to my eyes.
"Catch your breath now? Next, I'll teach you oral sex. I'll do it for you first. Remember what feels
good to you. I think it will be useful to you someday."

After saying that, Mr. Saga touched my front.

"Ah!" Although I tried to endure it, I still cried out.

After being whipped and constantly screaming, my endurance had weakened.

I immediately made a sound and cried out.

Mr. Saga kissed my tip.

"No, no."

I twisted my body, trying to escape.

However, I was handcuffed and suspended on a chain.

I couldn't escape; Mr. Saga held me tightly.

The toes I picked up ached.

"Oral sex isn't just about licking with your mouth. The one holding it controls the other. You attack."
Mr. Saga's fingers slid slowly from my base to my tip.

"Ah...ah!"

I tried to clench my teeth, but the sound still escaped from my throat.

"Do you understand? Once you hold the other, you have to use sucking, licking, rubbing, swallowing, biting, thrusting,
shaking, and tightening movements, serving this thing with your lips, tongue, and teeth, deeply taking it into
the depths . I'll do it for you, remember."

Mr. Saga suddenly took my mouth into his.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."

The chain whirred, and I cried out.

Hot lips enveloped me.

As soon as Mr. Saga started sucking, my body felt like it was floating. "...Mmm...mmm
..."

The depths of my waist warmed, and with each breath, I let out a sound.

Saga-san's tongue disrupted everything.

The pleasure, incomparable to what I experienced by hand in the bathroom, made me feel strange.

Saga-san licked and sucked, and I felt like I was drifting along with him.

I was melting—

thinking that, my body felt like it was really melting.

When my vision went blank due to dizziness, the unease and sensory pleasure
created a strange sensation.

"Mmm...ah..."

I didn't even notice the shameless sounds escaping from my mouth.

"Ah!" Saga-san's tongue pressed against the most intense spot of pleasure,
licking . "Ah!! Ahh...ah...ah..."

When my outline became more defined, Saga-san's lips stopped moving temporarily.

He closed his mouth and tightened his lips.

When the tip of Saga-san's tongue entered the narrow crevice, my vision seemed to explode,
turning completely white. "Ahh! I can't...take it anymore."

I swayed.

"Let me go, I'm coming!"

My cries didn't stop Mr. Saga.

"No!" My entire being was sucked into Mr. Saga's mouth.

"Ah... mmm!" I couldn't hear anything, and I couldn't see anything.

My soul seemed to detach from the palace, floating in the universe.

"Ejaculation is the ultimate pleasure." Mr. Saga's voice brought me back to the ground.

The ultimate pleasure is also a liberation from repression. Miyu... when he smiled, Mr. Saga's
lips curled up symmetrically. He swallowed my lips. "Come on, now it's time for

further liberation."

Mr. Saga said to me, licking his lips with his tongue.

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