Beauty Hunter - 18

"I'll eventually end up on the same path as you, Miss, becoming Malone's flesh slave, indulging in a life of lewd pleasure."
Shamed and humiliated, Sakuma Mizue retorted with intense hatred, "I...I'm not...not the same as you two...you two sluts...ahhhhhh..."
Because Malone was pinching and kneading Sakuma Mizue's breasts with his thumbs and forefingers, the intense pleasure made her unable to continue her rebuttal.
Lin Ying coldly said, "Yes! You're different from the two of us, because you're even more lewd! At least I wouldn't beg Malone to rape me."
Sakuma Mizue, filled with hatred, couldn't speak. Malone's hands, like a violin, played a passionate melody on her breasts, making her feel waves of pleasure crashing over her like a torrent. Finally, she helplessly let out a beautiful and melodious moan of lewdness.
"Ahhhhhh... Ahhhh... So... So pleasurable... Ahhhhh... How could this be... No... Ahhhhhhh!"
Sakuma Mizue's cherry-like lips were limply closed, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her cheeks were flushed red to the roots of her ears from the intense passion.
Malone's butterfly-shaped binding technique involved looping the rope around Sakuma Mizue's breasts in a butterfly shape and tightening it. After repeated caresses, he slowly tightened the rope.
With each inch the rope tightened, it sank deeper into Sakuma Mizue's delicate white flesh, further stimulating her arousal. Not only did she sweat more profusely, but her vagina overflowed with lustful fluids, the love juices flowing like a burst dam, soaking the rope.
"Haa... Haa... Ahhhhhhhh..."
Feeling the burning passion within her, Sakuma Mizue's body thirstily awaited even more pleasure!
During these three years, due to her immature development, Sakuma Mizue's sexual needs weren't as intense as Lin Ying's and Zhao Fengyi's, requiring the extensive use of masturbation devices to satisfy herself. However, her body, once subjected to Ma Long's "training," could no longer function like an ordinary person.
Faced with the ever-surging fire of desire within her, Sakuma Mizue could usually only hide under the covers at night, secretly masturbating with her fingers while bitterly cursing Ma Long.
Now, completely aroused, Sakuma Mizue felt waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Under this intense sensual stimulation, a lewd and sinful thought arose in her mind that she couldn't forgive herself for.
Since she had already decided to perish together with Ma Long, why not enjoy this final pleasure to the fullest before dying? After all, death would end everything, and nothing would remain.
Stimulated by this thought, Sakuma Mizue knelt on the ground, shaking her head violently, her golden hair swaying, trying to expel this evil thought from her heart! However, compared to her unwavering obsession with revenge and her deep-seated resentment, her body's instinctive reaction to the pursuit of pleasure was in no way inferior. As
she was caressed and played with by her mortal enemy, Malone, her flawless white skin, smooth as a snow-covered plain without any weeds, was drenched with a clear, viscous nectar of love, which dripped all the way to the ground, proving its existence.
Malone then used his fingers to hook the rope that was deeply embedded between Sakuma Mizue's labia, pulling it out and mockingly saying, "Mimi, look down. You're incredibly lewd. Your love juice has soaked the rope, making it shiny and slippery. You're such a little perverted slut, hehehe! After enduring for three years, you must really want my big cock, right?"
Sakuma Mizue's face was filled with resentment, but her voice was weak and embarrassed as she said, "You...you go to hell! Who would...say they want...you...your rotten thing!"
Sakuma Mizue looked down at Malone's huge penis. This hateful thing had once caused her immense pain, but it had also forced her to experience unforgettable ecstasy. Now, gazing at this thick, hard penis again, her heart was filled with mixed emotions, yet her body reacted naturally. More lustful nectar seeped from her vagina, the inner walls of her vagina were still writhing and contracting, even uncontrollably twisting and swaying her hips.
Damn it! Sakuma Mizue cursed herself inwardly. How could she, burdened by the hatred for Wannianqing and her mother, shamelessly crave Malone's large penis?
As if hypnotizing herself, Sakuma Mizue repeatedly told herself she couldn't give in, couldn't admit defeat, endure, maintain her rationality, and not succumb to her physical instincts. She would detonate the bomb the moment Malone, that beast, leaned in!
Finally, the long-awaited opportunity arrived. Malone lowered his head close to Sakuma Mizue's delicate face.
Resolved to die, Sakuma Mizue clenched her teeth, preparing to detonate the bomb, silently saying, "Wannianqing, Mother, we will soon be reunited in the afterlife."
Just as Malone pressed his head against Sakuma Mizue's ear, in that split second between life and death, Sakuma Mizue, about to bite down, felt as if she had been electrocuted; her body went limp and numb, unable to muster any strength.
Because Malone's fingers, which were hooked around the rope tightly binding her vulva, suddenly released, the rope, now slick with love juice, became even more elastic, rebounding violently and striking her flower lips with great force.
Sakuma Mizue tilted her head back and moaned seductively, "Ah...ah...how could this be...ahhhhhh..."
Malone mocked, "The dead cannot be brought back to life. Rather than wasting your life on revenge, enjoy this sweet pleasure I'm giving you. This is the joy of living. Enjoy it! You little slut."
Malone's fingers repeatedly pulled the rope open and then released it, causing it to rebound, the rope repeatedly striking Sakuma Mizue's vulva, which was covered in love juice.
"Ahhhhhhh..."
A sensual reaction, a mixture of pain and ecstasy, dominated all of Sakuma Mizue's nerves. Forget about clenching her teeth to detonate the bomb, she couldn't even close her soft, fragrant mouth, only able to utter pleasurable moans of pleasure again and again, even the anger of revenge was overshadowed by the waves of pleasure.
The seeping love fluid dripped onto the ground, forming a small puddle of lustful fluid several inches wide. Sakuma Mizue blushed, feeling utterly ashamed and humiliated. She had actually been aroused so much by this beast, Marlon!
This was outrageous; it was more unbearable for Sakuma Mizue than death.
Marlon then tightened the ropes binding her buttocks and thighs. The tighter the ropes were pulled, the fuller and more prominent her breasts appeared. The more the ropes were pulled, the deeper they dug into her flesh. Amidst the pain and discomfort, the stimulation of her pressure points intensified Sakuma Mizue's excitement and pleasure.
Finally, Sakuma Mizue, kneeling on the ground, collapsed, letting out a loud, lewd cry. Her tightly bound, white breasts swayed and bounced with each deep breath.
"Ahhhhhh... Damn it... How could I have let this beast... Ahhhhhh... No! Pleasure, ahhhhhh
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Ahh
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Lin Ying, who had been watching all this intently, blushed slightly with a hint of jealousy and said, "Ruihui, you're very excited, aren't you! Ma Long's tongue is really amazing, it's so incredibly pleasurable, you can't deny it. Seeing how excited you are, and hearing your wanton moans, I know your true reaction. Why bother with revenge anymore? I've given up on revenge too, and I'm going to be a real woman, only pursuing physical pleasure. Living by instinct is so much easier, you should understand that best now." "How delightful this sweet enjoyment is!"
If Sakuma Mizue could speak with her own free will, she would probably have already berated Lin Ying: "You slut! You shameless traitor to the shrine and humanity, all you do is spread your legs and wait for this beast, Malone, to fuck you? Do you think every woman is as lewd and shameless as you? Especially me, I would never submit like you and those whores!"
But such thoughts could only flash through Sakuma Mizue's mind, because her body was powerless to control itself, and she could only uncontrollably moan and cry out incessantly under Malone. "
Ahhhhhh... ooh... ooh... damn it... I... I ... ahhhhhh... pleasure! Ahh ... Under the influence of this heightened pleasure, Sakuma Mizue's vaginal walls instinctively contracted repeatedly, clamping down on Malone's tongue, and her love juices flowed out incessantly, covering Malone's face! At this moment, Malone finally withdrew his tongue, raised his hand to wipe the nectar from his mouth, raised his head and thrust his erect penis straight into Sakuma Mizue's vagina. "Ahhhhhhh..." Sakuma Mizue cried out in pleasure and ecstasy! The obsession with revenge and resentment were completely suppressed, hidden only in her beautiful blue eyes, which were burning with passion. The butterfly-shaped binding method is characterized by the rope tightly wrapped around Sakuma Mizue's buttocks and cleft, applying even pressure to her vaginal opening. This made Malone feel even stronger pressure with each thrust, and the speed of the vaginal walls' contractions and undulations also increased significantly. As a result, the erect penis that penetrated Sakuma Mizue's vagina also transmitted an even higher and more intense pleasure to Malone. Excited, Ma Long galloped like a spirited steed, thrusting forcefully into Sakuma Mizue's vagina, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes diagonally, sometimes vertically, swirling and churning! "Ahhhhhh... Ahhhhhh..." Sakuma Mizue's pleasure surged to near climax. Waves of pleasure filled her entire body. Ma Long, who was holding her slender waist and snowy buttocks and thrusting hard, lowered his head and gently bit Sakuma Mizue's nipples. Sakuma Mizue, her face flushed, drool dripping from her lips as she moaned, completely immersed in the vortex of pleasure, intoxicated. Then Ma Long went a step further, gently kissing Sakuma Mizue's fragrant lips. It's here! The moment Sakuma Mizue had been waiting for had finally arrived. Ma Long was going to die by her own hand after all, which thrilled her immensely. But at this final moment, Sakuma Mizue, her pretty face rained with kisses from Ma Long, hesitated to detonate the bomb hidden in her dentures. Now was the moment of impending climax, the sensual stimulation intoxicating, the waves of pleasure surging within her reaching their peak. In this state of wanting to avoid any disturbance, immersed in the waves of excitement and pleasure, Sakuma Mizue hesitated. She wanted to savor this sweet pleasure a little longer, even just a moment longer. After all, she had already been raped by Ma Long, and she had endured the shame and humiliation. She could simply grit her teeth and blow Ma Long up! Since that was the case, why not wait until after the climax to detonate it? Since she was going to die anyway, enjoying this moment of pleasure before dying would surely earn her mother and Wan Nianqing's forgiveness! Thinking this, Sakuma Mizue realized with a start that she had fallen from a vengeful spirit driven by hatred to a wanton woman, like Lin Ying and Yi Xiaofang, pursuing only carnal desire. Just as Sakuma Mizue was filled with remorse and self-reproach, wanting to grit her teeth and detonate the bomb, the opportunity had already slipped away. Having missed her chance, the wicked Marlon had already deeply kissed her luscious red lips, and thrust his thick, long tongue, which had just been inside her and was covered in her love juices, into her soft, fragrant mouth. With Marlon's large tongue entwining and playing with her delicate tongue, Sakuma Mizue was hindered by the slippery tongue, unable to detonate. At the same time, Marlon's rapid thrusting, one after another, relentlessly creating high-speed piston-like movements, brought Sakuma Mizue to the peak of orgasm. With her head thrown back, Sakuma Mizue felt her mind filled with a white explosion of pleasure, her body arching, stiff and tense, even her slender fingers clenched into fists. Her juices gushed out, shooting powerfully onto Marlon's erect penis. Ugh! Unable to speak, only able to moan incessantly, Sakuma Mizue let out a final, pleasurable cry and fell into a daze. In the very end, she felt Malone's erect penis forcefully ejaculate hot milk into her vagina, filling it with a warm, soothing sensation. When Sakuma Mizue regained her senses, Malone was already dressed, leisurely sitting to the side, admiring her shapely, naked body bound and gagged in shameful splendor. Enraged and filled with hatred, Sakuma Mizue gritted her teeth, bitterly blaming herself for being so lewd and shameless. She had repeatedly missed opportunities to detonate the bomb because of her momentary craving for pleasure. Sakuma Mizue thought bitterly, "I'm so useless, I deserve to die! How can I face Wan Nianqing and my mother?" Looking down at the gushing fluid between her legs, Sakuma Mizue wondered if drinking Malone's hot milk again would extend the effects of suppressing the poison to twice as long, a full six months, even though she had already drunk it once. Ignoring Malone and Lin Ying's gaze, Sakuma Mizue trembled with humiliation, kneeling and lowering her head to lick the fluid from the ground with her soft, fragrant lips. Tears streamed down her beautiful eyes; she felt utterly pathetic and despicable to survive in this way! Malone stood up and walked to Sakuma Mizue, looking down at the naked blonde beauty on the ground—the current head priest of the Ennozuno Shrine. Ma Long said in a sympathetic tone, "If you want my hot milk, why kneel on the ground and lick it like this? As long as you agree to a truce, I guarantee an unlimited supply." Then he raised his hand and slapped his hard, erect penis in his pants, showing it off to Sakuma Mizue. Sakuma Mizue was almost spitting blood with anger. Her snow-white, smooth body trembled uncontrollably. She raised her head from the ground, her beautiful, icy eyes glaring at Ma Long, and said, "One day I will kill you. I'm not just talking nonsense. That day will definitely come, I know." Ma Long sneered, then ignored Sakuma Mizue, transformed into wolf form, carried the naked and embarrassed Lin Ying on his back, and broke through the window to escape. Left alone, Sakuma Mizue was overwhelmed with grief. She cried uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, the crystal-clear tears falling onto her bare breasts and jade legs. Sakuma Mizue thought to herself in anguish, when would her wish for revenge finally be fulfilled? After crying, disregarding her disheveled and shameful appearance, Sakuma Mizue could only raise her voice in shame and humiliation, crying out for help, "Nakamura Hideaki, come in!"

When Nakamura Hideaki entered and saw Sakuma Mizue's state, he became shy and turned away, unable to bear looking at her any longer.
Sakuma Mizue awkwardly said, "Quickly untie me, and immediately order a retreat."
Since they couldn't breach the bunker, and Lin Ying, as a hostage, had been taken back by Ma Long, further delays would only worsen the situation.
However, Sakuma Mizue couldn't help but suspect that Ma Long was being too easy on her; perhaps he had some other malicious scheme hidden behind his back?
Regardless, Nakamura Hideaki frantically searched Sakuma Mizue's body, sweating profusely, but still couldn't untie Ma Long's complicated binding method.
Sakuma Mizue, her cheeks flushed crimson, scolded, "Stop untying me, cut the ropes!"
Nakamura Hideaki immediately cut the ropes and then turned away with a gentlemanly air. With
tears welling in her eyes, Sakuma Mizue raised her delicate hands to caress herself
in self-pity. As her fingers traced the deep red rope marks on her snow-white body, her hatred for Malone deepened, and her weeping became even more heart-wrenching and humiliating. After using the typhoon as cover for their surprise attack, Sakuma Mizue led her men in a similar retreat, and Malone's Prison Gate gang, lacking both strength and will, was powerless to pursue them.
Although Sakuma Mizue successfully led the police and shrine maidens of the Okabe Shrine back to the Western Sea, this large-scale operation prevented her from launching a major offensive against Malone's Prison Gate gang in the short term.
Two more months passed quickly.
The protracted battle remained at a stalemate, but Sakuma Mizue, still under the influence of the Black Tiger Poison, was about to face the expiration of the poison's effects.
Although she had ingested the equivalent of two ejaculations from Malone in one go last time, she didn't know if it would automatically extend the effect of suppressing the toxicity to twice the normal six months. If not, she would only have one month left to live.
Tormented by this prolonged mental anguish, Sakuma Mizue was extremely anxious. With only one month left, what should she do?
How could she obtain Malone's semen?
For the past three years, even though she had repeatedly sent shrine maidens to seduce that beast, the result was always the same: a pointless sacrifice of their bodies. Malone never refused women who offered themselves, but he would always personally confirm that the woman he slept with had completely swallowed his semen or washed her vagina and anus thoroughly with a showerhead before allowing her to leave.
It was under these circumstances that Sakuma Mizue received a video call from Malone.
Left with no other choice, Sakuma Mizue secretly answered the call in her room.
On the screen, Malone appeared arrogant and domineering, sitting in a leather massage chair, twirling around with his legs crossed and swinging back and forth, a document in his hand.

Chapter Eight: An Unfinished Tragedy .
Sakuma Mizue could probably guess what Malone wanted to say; he simply wanted to use the Black Tiger aphrodisiac to force her into submission. But if she didn't bow down, she couldn't live any longer.
Sakuma Mizue gritted her teeth, lowering her proud and arrogant face, thinking bitterly, why did she have to bow down and submit to this enemy?
Looking at Sakuma Mizue's grief-stricken and humiliated expression reflected on the screen, Malone said leisurely, "Have you noticed that you missed your period last month?"
Only then did Sakuma Mizue remember that she had indeed missed her period last month.
The first thought that flashed through her mind was that she might be pregnant with that beast Malone's child. She shook her head violently in denial, saying, "Are you trying to say I'm carrying your bastard? Let me tell you, I took the emergency contraceptive pill long ago. I don't want to be pregnant with your bastard's child! Don't even think about it!"
At this point, Sakuma Mizue puffed out her cheeks, her pretty face turning bright red, and slammed her slender hand forcefully on the table.
Malone's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he said, "Remember Dr. Sanada Sage? He's been researching infertility treatments lately to make money. Using his technology, he even concocted a potent medicine for me called Snake Cat Treasure. The name isn't great, but the effect is surprisingly good. If a healthy person like you takes it, even if you took the emergency contraceptive pill beforehand, the chance of getting pregnant is still over 90%. It's a sure-fire way to get pregnant."
Sakuma Mizue's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she was speechless.
Unable to believe it, she muttered "impossible" to herself, then rushed to the hospital for a checkup, both shocked and terrified.
When the doctor reported that the test results confirmed she was two months pregnant, Sakuma Mizue was utterly stunned, as if struck by lightning.
Disheartened, she casually ordered the doctor to keep it a secret before setting off back to the shrine, her thoughts in turmoil.
Her first thought was that her out-of-wedlock pregnancy must never be known to the branch priests and elders of Enokokōzumi Shrine, especially since this illegitimate child was the offspring of the enemy leader, the werewolf-like lecher, Marlon.
If the news leaked, she wouldn't even be able to protect herself; raped and pregnant by the enemy—what prestige and dignity would she have left in the shrine?
Moreover, this would be a major scandal that would shake the entire Enokokōzumi Shrine, severely damaging the morale of the shrine members.
Back in her room, Sakuma Mizue realized she hadn't turned off her video call.
On the screen, Malone, chin in hand, said in a cheerful tone, "You look terrible. I can guess the test results without you saying anything. A woman about to become a mother needs to relax and take good care of herself!"
Sakuma Mizue, determined to seek revenge, was overcome with grief. Tears streamed down her face as she cried, "Why did this happen? You killed Wannianqing and my mother! Not only did I fail to get my revenge, but you even got me pregnant! Why did this happen? Are all eight million gods blind? Waaaaaah… Waaaaah… Ahhhhhh…"
Sakuma Mizue, her golden hair flowing, knelt on the ground, dressed in a pure white shrine maiden's robe, her slender hands covering her face, tears dripping from between her fingers.
Speaking of revenge, Malone thought of his father, killed by Sakuma Mizue. Although his father had already been severely injured by the demons and surrounded by enemies, even if it hadn't been Sakuma Mizue who killed him, he would have had a hard time escaping. But even a father with whom she had a shallow relationship still caused her, a demon like herself, such longing and sorrow.
Malone said with a bitter smile, "Even if you hate me, the child in your womb is half your bloodline. Besides your father, whom you only met once, she's your only family in the world. You wouldn't be so heartless as to kill her, would you?"
Then, Malone solemnly explained to Sakuma Mizue, "You can't live without my semen. If you dare to abort and kill the child, I'll have no choice but to cruelly poison you to death. At that time, I will never forgive you! Besides, if I leak this information, the Ennozuno Shrine..." The entire army was undoubtedly devastated, and morale was shaken! Since neither side had the resources to continue fighting, why not cease hostilities? I'll be generous; until you give birth, I won't require you to sacrifice yourself. I'll simply send someone to deliver my semen to you to drink. We'll have a temporary ceasefire during this period. Think it over carefully."
Amidst fear and resentment, the prospect of drinking Malone's semen and potentially living a few more months left Sakuma Mizue conflicted. She was torn, unsure of what to do. The overwhelming shock prevented her from calming down and thinking things through.
After ending the video call, Malone sat in the study where his father had kept his collection of adult publications. With a bitter heart, he poured himself a glass of red wine and paid homage to his father's photograph.
As if his father were still alive, Malone sighed and lamented over the photograph, yet said with satisfaction, "Dad, this is enough! The peace you always hoped to maintain can be restored, and even the murderer who killed you, the one who hated me to the core, Sakuma Mizue, was forced to bear your grandson. This kind of revenge must be ten times, a hundred times more painful for her than killing Sakuma Mizue! It also fits the methods of our werewolf clan. My brothers no longer need to risk their lives to fight the enemy, and you can rest in peace now!"
After saying this, Malone drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp, lost in sad memories.
However, Sakuma Mizue was not so easily subdued. On one hand, she tried every means to conceal the truth, and on the other hand, she was plotting a scheme to capture Malone alive.
But Malone, who was already on guard, would not let her succeed so easily, and as time went by, if Sakuma Mizue wanted to have an abortion, the danger to herself would increase. Furthermore, Malone had calculated beforehand that the physical changes during pregnancy would stimulate Sakuma Mizue's maternal instincts, which should somewhat sway her hardened heart. He didn't believe that Sakuma Mizue, driven to desperation, wouldn't yield.
Because the hybrid of werewolf and human develops more slowly, by the time the fetus was five months old, it was roughly equivalent to a human pregnancy at three months.
Sakuma Mizue's morning sickness intensified, and her taste in food began to change. What worried and terrified her even more was that she had missed the window for an abortion.
With no way out, Sakuma Mizue was almost in despair!

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