【Taimanin - A Dark City of Lewdness】(01-04) Author: Bruren (Authorized Posting)

Author: Bruren
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Published on: 2016/08/27 Forum
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Bruren's Foreword
This work is, to be precise, an adaptation and sequel to Huiyao's "My Wife is a Taimanin"
.
I really like Lilth's "Taimanin" series, especially the reflective
latex bodysuits worn by the Taimanin and their crazy sexual practices, from wall-fixing women, latex-suit sex, futa gang rape, and even
drowning by ejaculation, catering to all kinds of fetish tastes.
So when Huiyao used Taimanin as a theme for a novel, it naturally piqued my interest.
It's just a pity that Huiyao initially stated he only wanted to write a gunfight story. He didn't deliberately
develop the writing style. The plot was sparse, the pacing was fast-paced, and after only three chapters, it was abandoned for a long time, leaving readers
unsatisfied. Therefore, I decided to rewrite and continue the story. (Um… when I tried to adapt it,
the fourth chapter hadn't appeared yet.)
This work has a different worldview than the original; the four chapters released here are modifications and
additions to the first three chapters. What follows is a completely new, independent story.
Prologue:
In 2050, in a city called Tokyo on Earth, in a place called Ginza,
a gate to another world suddenly appeared on a bustling street. Emerging from behind the gate were not elven messengers holding flowers,
nor ancient armies wielding cold weapons. Instead, there were countless monsters and demons, like those described in legends.
At first, no one knew why these monsters came, nor could anyone communicate with them,
because their first act upon arriving in this world was destruction. They devoured human men and gang-raped human women.
In just three days, Tokyo, the closest city to the gate, was reduced to ruins.
These demons, known as the Demon Race or Monsters, faced humanity's proud array of technological
weapons such as tanks and missiles, wielding unscientific magic and possessing bodies that defied the laws of physics.
They inflicted immense suffering on humanity in the war.
After paying a heavy price, humanity barely managed to hold off the demons at Tokyo. Then,
for reasons unknown, the demons halted their advance and retreated to Tokyo, a city filled with void portals.
Although the demonic offensive has long since subsided, Tokyo remains a chaotic mess of demons. Subsequently,
humans capable of wielding supernatural powers began to appear throughout the world. These humans evolved various abilities based on these powers
, naming them according to their own customs and destiny, such as ninjutsu.
Chapter 1: The Girl Abandoned in the Garbage Dump
Thirty years have passed since the demon invasion. If it weren't for the towering Void Gate still standing there,
it would be impossible to imagine the devastation once inflicted by demons in the now peaceful Tokyo…
Although the city is still called Tokyo, it is no longer the metropolis it once was, or rather, it can no longer be considered
a city on Earth. The Japanese government has long since abandoned this land. This anarchic place,
as the border between human civilization and the demon world, is teeming with demons and monsters roaming and hunting.
Over time, chaos has become the norm: highly intelligent demons have infiltrated human society to live alongside them, or
simply hire humans to form forces and commit evil together. In recent decades, villains, fugitives, mercenaries
, and bounty hunters from all over the world have immigrated here, flooding into this lawless world, whether hunting monsters, being hired by demons
, or being wanted and hunted by wanted criminals. This place is practically a post-apocalyptic setting from an RPG game,
a society where the strong prey on the weak. Very few original inhabitants and their descendants still dare to live in this Tokyo Demon City.
A few years ago, many rumors about demons and magical technologies circulated from Tokyo. None of these technologies had
detailed instructions on how to create or use them, but their effects were incredibly tempting, such as rejuvenation and immortality, enticing
people to once again venture into this lawless world.
My name is Saiga Riki-oh, but that's a new name I haven't even used for a year. In fact, I'm not Japanese;
I've long forgotten my real name and nationality, because many of the names I've used are registered as
international fugitives. I'm a scientist, but because the research I'm hired to do is often inhumane or unethical
, I'm hunted down as soon as my employers finish. This time, although I'm also hired by an organization to
collect and research demon-related technologies, I'm also very interested in these mystical things. As
a scientist, what I like most is things that defy science.
For my research, I moved to a border area near Tokyo. Initially, I dared not venture deep into Tokyo
to investigate, because the danger of being eaten by monsters was far greater than the danger of being attacked by human organ hunters or slave traders
. Despite my arduous and adventurous attempts at various research methods, I made some progress, but like the outside world, I still lacked
the most crucial factor and hit a bottleneck.
Therefore, I concluded that I could not make any further progress on the outskirts. I decided to risk venturing into the heart of Tokyo to investigate.
Wandering through the cold and quiet streets, it was indeed exceptionally cold. The desolate scene was
vastly different from the bustling, bloody, and violent city I had imagined. Although I didn't encounter any dangerous monsters,
it seemed that I wouldn't be able to investigate much in these small, dilapidated alleys near the border. I decided to wait until daytime to explore deeper into Tokyo. It wasn't
that the area was unsafe; rather, there was no safety at all. It was said that at night it was a hunting ground for criminals.
Encountering demons might even improve my research, but encountering a human serial killer would be disastrous. Thinking
of this, I quickened my pace, preparing to leave.
Suddenly, I smelled a strange odor. What was it? There was a distinct sulfur
smell, but it also seemed to be mixed with some other strange odor. Ignoring the sulfur and just smelling this odor, I felt
my body starting to heat up. As my lower body reacted, I remembered the women I'd frequented in the red-light district when I was lonely.
I recognized the smell; it was the scent of a woman's vaginal fluids during orgasm! But if it could
be smelled in the air, how much fluid must that woman have released?
Wait! The rumors that demons and monsters love to assault human women—is that true? This might be
the information about magic I've been searching for.
Like a hunting dog, I diligently followed the scent with my nose, eventually ending up in a garbage-strewn
alley. If I didn't see anyone, I figured it was over. Not wanting to leave empty-handed, I rummaged through the trash, oblivious to the filth
. The scent still lingered, and was quite strong; I believed there must still be clues.
After an hour of hard work, I finally made a discovery in a pile of garbage cans. But this discovery was far too "big"
—I found a woman. She was wearing a strange purple bodysuit, the fabric of which had a reflective,
rubbery texture, but the clothes were torn to shreds, revealing her fair, beautiful skin. Her sexy, long, fleshy thighs
were spread wide, her hairless vulva still gaping open after the brutal assault, slowly oozing a large amount of thick
, milky-white fluid. Her engorged pink labia were turned outwards, and her round buttocks twitched as if still in
the afterglow of orgasm. This gruesome sight seemed like the previous violator boasting about his impressive size and his brutality. Beyond a pair of
full, round breasts, large puddles of foul-smelling semen and translucent vaginal fluid covered them, so much that it obscured the nipples
. Beyond these voluptuous breasts that tempted men to drool, I saw a beautiful, well-proportioned face. However, this pretty
face now wore a dazed expression, eyes rolled back and tongue protruding from her mouth, a result of an orgasm. Her long, thin purple
hair was scattered haphazardly in the garbage heap, making her look utterly wretched.
I couldn't imagine why a beautiful woman would be used and then thrown into this trash can like garbage.
A trash can and a beautiful woman dazed from orgasm—this artistically erotic scene was quite rare. Perhaps I should
film it first. Regardless of how much this shocked me, something inside me seemed to have been switched on.
Wait… now's not the time to think about these things. I shook my head, banishing these thoughts, and focused
on my research.
I searched around again, but still found no clues. It seemed I had no choice but to take this girl home. Leaving her here to be used
by a thirsty homeless man again wasn't a big deal, but losing clues about magic would be troublesome.
After much effort, I finally brought the girl home. "Tch, what kind of look did that taxi driver give me? Why don't you
pick up a beautiful woman yourself?" I grumbled, suppressing my burning desire, and helped the girl take a bath.
My rented place was on the ground floor of an old apartment building far from the city center. This ground floor had a large
basement attached, where my laboratory was located. I finally managed to lift the girl's sticky body onto a dentist's chair. She 　　was unresponsive, like a
soulless doll; the previous brutal rape had clearly exhausted her body and mind. 　　Carefully, I peeled off her bodysuit, and only then did I notice that the purple of the rubber bodysuit 　　matched her hair color. What kind of humor was this? 　　In no time, all the bodysuit pieces were removed. A naked woman covered in white, sticky fluid was laid out 　　before me in a lewd display. I couldn't help but swallow hard. Who hasn't seen a naked woman? But to 　　have a body like this, covered from thighs to breasts to face, smeared with semen, was something I 　　'd never see anywhere else in my life. 　　I put on gloves, carefully spread her legs, which were covered in the clear liquid, and then opened her hands. I 　　placed small pieces of white tissue paper on her body. This kind of tissue paper can naturally absorb various liquids 　　without introducing impurities into the absorbed liquid, and it won't react chemically with any liquid. 　　It's the perfect experimental paper for collection. 　　Yes, I'm collecting semen from her body. This isn't ordinary semen... well... it could be ordinary 　　semen. I'm just guessing; this semen might be from demons or monsters. If so, it would 　　be important research material. Demon bodily fluids aren't something you can buy in stores. But if it isn't, then she's just 　　unlucky enough to have been gang-raped by many people. 　　Shedding layers of semen onto her pudding-like, jiggling breasts. Come to think of it, the large smears of semen on her breasts 　　are no less than the amount between her legs; you can't even see her nipples. Did the demons ejaculate directly onto her nipples with their 　　penises pressed against them? That's truly monstrous! Peeling back the layers of semen, her nipples are somewhat purplish, almost the same color as her 　　hair. It seems these huge breasts haven't been simply played with. What a pitiful girl! Hehe, 　　I actually like these purple nipples. 　　She had a lot of semen on her, but being thrown into a garbage dump in such a toxic environment 　　had affected it somewhat. I collected this impure semen to sell. 　　Demon fingernails and feces are expensive items in the normal world outside of Tokyo, let alone semen, such a precious substance. 　　As for who would pay such a high price for this semen… let's leave that aside for now. First of all, the material I'm researching 　　isn't from her body, but from the part of her body that actually absorbs semen… 　　The lower part of the recliner spread out, widening her legs. Very flexible; she must have exercised a lot. 　　Her legs were spread wide like a frog's legs, forming an "M" shape, 　　revealing the most private part of her body to me. Hmm! Quite a nice rose petal! Her labia majora were petal-shaped, with the fleshy 　　lobes on both sides turned outwards. The color was a purplish-pink, indicating it had temporarily changed color due to vigorous penetration; 　　it might revert to its original color with rest. The clitoris at the top of her vulva had been played with multiple times, its spherical shape rubbed very round and obvious. 　　That demon (or a group?) from before had really gone all out. I reckon every part of her body that could be touched had been touched 　　. 　　I carefully placed a beaker under her vulva and gently inserted a glass stirring rod 　　into the dark opening. With a gentle stir; 　　*plop plop plop*—thick, foul-smelling, milky-white semen gushed out of her vulva in large gushes, 　　flowing continuously into the beaker, filling the bottom in less than two seconds. This was excellent; the semen 　　was highly pure, with a strong, pungent odor, steaming, and in such large quantities. This was all thanks to how tightly her vulva was closed.

Haha, thank goodness her uterus is so well-developed!
Soon, the beaker reached the top mark; the semen was almost overflowing. I changed to another beaker and
used the stirring rod still inside her vagina to pry upwards along the vaginal walls, squeezing out another large puddle of semen
. I carefully observed this semen; besides having a stronger odor than normal, its color was also more milky
white, almost yellowish, like condensed milk, very dense, unlike the thin consistency of some human semen. I guessed the sperm was
highly active, with a high fertilization rate, but if the genetic differences were too great, she wouldn't be able to conceive.
I scooped out one and a half beakers from her vulva. Then I used the finest tweezers, holding several
tissues, to wipe inside her vagina and uterus, trying to absorb as much of the remaining semen as possible.
Not to mention the one and a half beakers of high-purity semen, hehe, just those soaked tissues filled a whole basket. What a great
harvest! Today was incredibly lucky; I was almost ready to give up. Not only did I get some precious
demon semen tonight, but I also got… hehe!
Looking at the tall, voluptuous body lying on the recliner, the image of her covered in white fluid still
lingered in my mind. Even after I cleaned it, I couldn't deny the fact that her vagina
had been filled. After cleaning, her large breasts were as smooth and round as water balloons, and her nipples
were as tempting as blueberries, making me want to taste them. Although her physical condition
had stabilized, she was too exhausted, and no matter how much I disturbed her, she wouldn't wake up. Why not take advantage of this and have some fun with her
?
Just as I was about to take off my pants, the girl's body suddenly twitched. Holy crap! She's awake? My heart
skipped a beat.
No! This might be the legendary demonic transformation phenomenon!
The so-called demonization phenomenon is a rumored phenomenon where demons, if they violate human women, have a certain probability of turning them into
terrifying monsters. Although no one has verified this legend,
I can't bear the thought of this woman turning into a ten-meter-tall giant. The most urgent thing is to check her body first and then stop any potential demonization. I
immediately moved the girl to another set of experimental equipment.
Hmm, this is really something. I turned on the simulated sunlight lamp. This lamp emits
simulated sunlight with 90% similar elements to sunlight, which can suppress evil things like curses from spreading within the body.
Hmm, nothing unusual. The simulated sunlight shining on her body only made her look more alluring, without any black mist or
anything like that. My hand unconsciously ran over her full breasts; the soft and warm
touch sent a shiver down my spine.
I flicked her nipple—it was indeed very elastic!
No! No! Maybe my previous understanding was wrong! Her body is an excellent experimental subject!
This was a crucial opportunity for my research on those monsters!
Putting aside distractions, I continued my underground experiments.
I activated X-rays for visualization and used a gastroscope to examine her intestines, finally confirming that she
had no physiological abnormalities. But the examination wasn't over. I took out a device resembling an old-fashioned camera.
This thing was called a "Spirit Mirror." Before the Void Gate appeared, it was considered a charlatan's tool
. But today, it has been confirmed to be truly effective, and is now an indispensable piece of professional equipment for monster research.
Scanning her body with the Spirit Mirror's camera, I finally discovered a black substance with pink markings, like a cloud of mist, inside her uterus
. This substance was invisible to the naked eye; it was
magical energy that could transform humans. The appearance of the magical energy was a characteristic that identified the type of monster one would transform into.
If it resembled a block of iron, then it would become a giant monster. And those pink markings… ha, that's
the demonic energy of the succubus, a deadly beauty among demons, a gorgeous monster who absorbs human essence during intercourse. It's a perfect
match for her. The demonic energy isn't staying still; it's slowly spreading in her womb. I estimate that when it spreads throughout her body, her sinful
body will turn her into a man-eating monster.
I tried every method I knew to eliminate the demonic energy, like scattering a small
flashlight that mimics sunlight into her womb, sprinkling exorcising silver powder on her lower abdomen, drawing magic circles, etc. But all that effort
failed to wake her, and the spread of the demonic energy didn't improve.
Damn it! There's no improvement whatsoever. Looking at those magic circles, supposedly the most effective ones… Come to think of it,
how could something drawn with cheap colored pens possibly have any effect? If I'm going to draw anything, I need something with a stronger exorcising effect
… wait, something with a stronger effect? This idea might reverse the effect…
I drew the exorcism array again on her lower abdomen, directly opposite her uterus, but this time I used exorcism powder.
The demonic energy stopped spreading this time.
It seems the exorcism array is effective, but it depends on the material used to draw it… Adding this should also work…
I found a piece of paper, cut out the pattern of the exorcism array, and pasted it onto the bulb of a simulated sunlight lamp, projecting
the pattern onto it. Using the array drawn with exorcism powder as a crosshair, I overlapped the simulated sunlight pattern with it. Unexpectedly, the exorcism powder
immediately disappeared under the light, not like it had dried out. Even more unexpectedly, the demonic energy in the uterus not only stopped
spreading but also contracted back into the uterus, shrinking to a size smaller than when it was first discovered, but it didn't disappear.
So I tried other methods again…
After
trying all night, other methods were ineffective. The demonic energy seemed sealed
away and no longer active, but if it wasn't eliminated, it might relapse at any time. However, at least the
woman's demonic tendencies have been temporarily contained. I'm exhausted; I have no energy or inclination to have sex with her
. I just tossed her onto the bed, yawning, grabbed a blanket, and went to sleep on the sofa in the living room.
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I had a terrible dream. I dreamt I was being chased by a group of ninjas. Just as their swords were about to strike me,
I opened my eyes and woke up. But what I saw was a flash of silver light—there really was a sword pointed at
me?!
Looking closer, I realized it was the woman I rescued wearing one of my old shirts, which had somehow produced a...
The katana, its cold blade pressed against my neck.
"Wait, let's talk this out." I quickly raised my hands in surrender.
"Who are you? And where is this?" The girl's beautiful eyes flashed with murderous intent, her expression serious. I had no doubt that a
wrong answer would result in her cutting me down.
"This is my home, not some dangerous place." I answered honestly. "I rescued you
."
"I was rescued..." She seemed to suddenly remember something, and the katana clattered to the ground.
"Why didn't I..." She covered her mouth and slumped to the ground, her expression a mixture of fear and lingering dread. So
what if she was raped? Compared to having a knife to my throat, it was nothing. I touched my neck; there
seemed to be a trace of coldness still lingering there. Good heavens, she wasn't kidding! Seeing her dejected expression, I felt
no sympathy.
"It's alright, I rescued you, didn't I? And no one saw anything, don't worry about your nude photos
being in the newspaper." I composed myself, suppressing my displeasure, and pretended to comfort her.
"You haven't been corrupted!" She didn't hear me at all, seemingly only now remembering to check her body.
"Corrupted? Ah... no problem, I stopped it for you."
"Suppressed... that's impossible!" She looked surprised.
"Yeah, why not... I did it right here!"
"Uh..." She seemed to choke on something, unable to speak for a moment.
"To be precise, I tried some reversal treatments." I nodded, reiterating, "But
it's not stable yet."
"Unstable?" She was stunned.
"That means it's probably fine now, but later, who knows when it might turn back. By the way
, I looked up some information, and you became a succubus after being corrupted. I tried many special methods to temporarily
keep you in human form."
"If you don't want to become a succubus, I hope you can stay here and cooperate with my research for now."
I gestured for her to sit down and poured her a cup of tea.
Her expression was somewhat uncertain, still hesitant about whether to believe me. After all, I could be her
enemy in disguise, or even if I wasn't, I might have ulterior motives towards her.
At that moment, the aroma of the tea in the cup attracted her. This aroma was unique, unlike the usual light fragrance of tea;
it was a delicate and intensely aromatic scent. Unable to discern whether I was friend or foe, she should have been wary of the tea I offered. However,
the aroma disrupted her normal thinking. Her body, already exhausted from the recent brutality, was more easily
tempted to drink the tea.
To her surprise, the tea flavor wasn't as strong as the aroma; it was quite weak. But when she finished it, she tasted
a delicate, bitter, and fishy flavor, separate from the tea flavor, clearly a liquid added later.
Her tongue savored it, and she suddenly remembered that this wasn't the taste she had been craving when the demon raped her not long ago—that
disgusting taste of the white, sticky substance gushing from the demon's penis.
"This man is a pervert! He actually gave me that disgusting stuff to drink!" Realizing
the "ingredients" I had added to the tea, she was instantly filled with shame and indignation. But before she could lash out and label me as an enemy, her mind suddenly
twisted. In that instant, some of her important common sense was altered. She began to see me as
someone closer than her own family, someone more trustworthy than her organization.
"No! He's not a pervert! He's a trustworthy good person. What he said must be true!" She changed
her wariness of me and politely thanked me for saving her.
Hehe! I should really chuckle. That cup of tea was certainly no ordinary tea; it was one of the results of my small research.
I'd heard that besides abducting human women, demons were also skilled at seducing women into willingly becoming sex slaves. This
"hypnotic tea" was one of their methods. By simply pouring their own semen into the brewed tea,
the woman who drank it would fall in love with the owner of the semen and become obedient like a slave. Although the tea recipe had
been passed down for a long time, and the medicinal herbs produced by the demon race could be bought on the black market, no human had ever succeeded in trying it,
thus turning it into an urban legend. Only after my research did I discover that it only worked with demon semen, but I deduced that
if demon semen was used as a catalyst, human semen would also be effective. Sure enough, I
extracted the semen I obtained this time and mixed it with my own semen, and it worked. Hehe, speaking of which, this semen was actually extracted from her honey hole.
"Um, as you can see, I'm somewhat of a scientist. I'm very curious about you, or rather, about your affairs."
She was wearing my old shirt, and seeing the thin white shirt stretched taut by her high, full breasts,
the two nipples clearly visible on the shirt, her snow-white, rounded legs completely exposed, it was clear that she was wearing nothing underneath
. I felt a little aroused, my recently ejaculated, limp body becoming erect again, and I wanted to have her right now, but considering that she
was undoubtedly mine now, there was no rush to have her, so I changed the subject.
She held the cup in both hands, gently blew on it, and began to recount their story.
They were all orphans, adopted from a young age by a mysterious organization called the Anti-Demon Ninjas, subjected to rigorous training,
their sole purpose being to use the energy of the demon realm to find and exterminate the demons. To the demons, these
humans who used demonic power held a fatal attraction; they would try to capture them, rape them, and make
them bear children. Due to the demonic energy within them, the demons' rape was a
sweet poison to the Anti-Demon Ninjas, like a drug. Once they lost control of their desires and accepted the corruption of demonic power, their bodies would irreversibly
mutate, and their brains, corrupted by demonic energy, would undergo drastic changes in their minds and personalities.
Many of their corrupted sisters had already been killed by their own hands. For them, it was an incredibly cruel
battle,
and seemingly without end. When she spoke of having to kill her former sisters, her eyes became
empty, filled with sorrow and… weariness.
"There's a question. Isn't the Void Gate over there? According to old legends, the Demon Gates should
just come crashing down on us. Why are we fighting you sneakily in the city?"
"That's useless now," she said, forcing a smile as she faced me. Such a strong and beautiful girl was truly
pitiful.
"That door? It was sealed by our ancestors a long, long time ago." I nodded.
After all, humans are quick learners; it's not surprising that we could learn from the demons' strategies to subdue them.
"These demons now are remnants of those sealed demons that remain in our world."
What? The door was sealed? Hmm, that makes sense. Otherwise, why wouldn't they conquer the world? Then
another question arises: "Why don't we see any information about them in other areas?"
"One reason is that the demonic energy here is dense, making it the most suitable place for them to live, even though we humans
can't sense it. Another reason is..." she said.
"Demons usually only appear at night. The government also helps cover it up."
"And recently these..."
"I don't know..." She shook her head, her eyes dimming.
"Recently, the demons have started to resurface, and they've become even stronger.
Many of my missing companions were captured by them... even me... I have to go back. My sisters
are still fighting."
She quickly regained her resolve, picked up her katana, and said excitedly, "They need my strength!"
Don't go back! " Going there will only be providing them with a wet, lewd hole to penetrate." A
wave of contempt washed over me for her fervor. This was an important experimental subject I'd finally found; I couldn't let her go now.
I grabbed her hand, feigning concern, and said, "Can't you feel it? Your magic is completely gone
. And you could be demonized again at any moment. You... can't fight anymore."
"...I can still be an instructor, at least I can help the new sisters, each one to the best of my ability
..." Her eyes seemed resolute, but her tone was filled with uncertainty, and she didn't pull away from my hand. I knew that
because I said it, her unwavering belief had wavered.
"Even if I'm demonized, at least... I can die at the hands of my comrades as soon as possible..." she said softly, facing
the cruel future.
"But you're already tired." Hearing her say this, I couldn't help but feel pity for her; this
delicate, frail body bore such a cruel fate.
"Stay with me for now, maybe I can help you, help you all."
She wavered. "Why? Sir, this isn't good for you, and it might even put you in
danger of being attacked by demons."
"Just consider it research." I smiled at her, feigning indifference.
Heh. That's right, it's for my research!
Anyway, she agreed to stay with me temporarily. Hmph, I won't let her go so easily.
"By the way, I still don't know your name." "
My surname is Akiyama, and my given name is Rinko."
"Akiyama Rinko... Miss Akiyama? Um, before you leave, may I call you Rinko?" "
Of course..."
Calling her by her given name instead of her surname also signifies a closer relationship. And so, I began my
cohabitation with the demon ninja.
Chapter Two: Attentive Care, Deceptive Heart
A month of cohabitation allowed us to get to know each other quite well. It was like suffering from "post-traumatic stress disorder."
At first, her melancholy was so intense that it was impossible to shake off. She was often awakened by nightmares. Although I never saw her cry,
her eyes always revealed an unconcealable sadness and sorrow. It seemed that the psychological trauma of being gang-raped
was far greater than the damage inflicted on her by being defeated and demonized by the demons. I'm not exactly a saint; I can't bear to see women suffer.
But her fluctuating emotions made me worry that my homemade hypnotic tea might have an effect, and I was even more concerned that
the demonic energy within her might be contagious. For the past month, I haven't had any intention of touching her body. I could only try different ways
to cheer her up. After several weeks of effort, Akiyama Rinko's smiles finally returned, and she began to try living
a normal life. She learned quickly and was becoming more and more like an ordinary girl.
"Wait... this is salt, not sugar!"
"Put down that katana! That's not how you cut beef!"
"Ah! I'm bleeding! I'm bleeding! Band-Aid! Band-Aid!"
"This is a condom! Not a band-aid!!"
Okay... I take back what I said earlier! I have to admit, she's still a long way from being an ordinary girl. Rinko elegantly and
neatly cut the beef into more than a hundred pieces, demonstrating extremely high-level swordsmanship.
But who knows what kind of monsters that katana has cut? Could it have gotten some kind of bacteria or curse and contaminated the food
? I wanted to stop her, but I don't know if this bitch was acting on her fighting instincts, but when I tried to pat her back,
she instinctively turned around and slashed me. Good grief, the cut isn't deep, but I hope it doesn't get infected! I asked her for
a quick-acting disinfectant patch, but somehow she found some old condoms I'd used up a long time ago.
What bad luck! She doesn't act like a proper housewife even in the kitchen. It seems that female ninjas 　　are completely different
from those on TV who can play princesses, farm women, and prostitutes . 　　Seeing my flustered state, Rinko said apologetically, "Excuse me, Mr. Saiga, 　　you said yesterday that you were tired of takeout food. So I wanted to try it." 　　After a month of living together, similar incidents have happened frequently. Seeing her complete ignorance of all housework, she seems like 　　an ancient person dragged back from the Warring States period. Has she never taken home economics classes before? 　　Don't demon ninjas need to do infiltration missions in plainclothes? Or does she belong to a unit that only needs to fight? 　　"Oh well! It's okay, I'm not very good at it anyway. Let's learn online together..." I suppressed my pent-up 　　complaints. I've suffered a lot this past month, but I haven't been able to touch her body even once. 　　"From now on, don't use honorifics, just call me Brother Li Wang." Seeing her apologetic look, I wanted to take this opportunity to 　　get closer to her. 　　Akiyama Rinko looked at me and suddenly laughed: "I suddenly thought of something, how old are you now?" 　　"Me? 22, why?" Why ask my age? 　　Rinko chuckled, then said seriously, "Then you should call me Sister Rinko." 　　"Ah, okay... wait! What did you say?" 　　"I knew it, if I shaved off my stubble, I should have noticed earlier that you're a little younger than me." Rinko

She smiled and reached out to touch my beard. I prefer a mature look, so I've grown a beard.
"So, how old are you?" I immediately retorted. For some reason, I actually care quite a bit.
Akiyama Rinko shook her finger. "That's a girl's secret."
"Come on, let me shave you clean. Growing a beard at such a young age isn't cool~" Akiyama Rinko
conjured up her katana from who-knows-where.
Are you kidding me! Has this idiot forgotten how many times I've almost been injured by this crappy katana this month?
"Wait! I've never heard of a razor like this!"
"Don't worry, trust my swordsmanship! I'm very confident."
"What sword? Isn't this a katana! Ouch..."
Swish~ swish~ swish~ Several flashes of light swept past my eyes. My deliberately mature beard fell to the ground,
my cheeks and chin were smooth and even. I must say, Rinko is quite skilled at doing things deliberately. This broken knife, which had wounded me so many times
, miraculously didn't even scratch my face this time. But it was still incredibly close!
"I'm going to the library to find some information!" Although she was in a rare good mood, who knew
what might happen if I stayed any longer.
Seeing me flee like a madman, Rinko clutched her stomach and laughed happily, her face filled
with smiles, her tenderness replacing the faint sadness from before.
Before leaving, I turned back to Akiyama Rin, "I'm going out."
"Okay! Be careful on the road..." Rinko said gently, like a wife. Looking back at her smile,
I couldn't help but feel smug. This silly bitch Akiyama Rinko has fallen in love with me. Is it the guarantee of the drug's effectiveness, or...
?
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This trip wasn't to the library, but for something more important: reporting my research progress to my employer
.
There were no military posts around Tokyo, not even the most basic blockade, as if
the governments of Japan and the world knew that the demons wouldn't launch a full-scale attack again. As the former front line, the outskirts of the Demon City of Tokyo
are now quiet and desolate. Only a few hotels, strip clubs, underground brothels, and casinos—
entertainment that tempts people into depravity—are thriving here, and the underground trade in weapons and black market goods is also very profitable. In short, legitimate
businesses are not viable here. Because this is the only place where you can buy smuggled demonic items,
there is a large flow of people; mercenaries and merchants who dare to venture into Tokyo to do business, adventurers who want to take risks
, almost every restless person in the world flocks here.
Anyway, I came to a dirty and secluded alley. It
was similar to where I found Rinko, except that a few punk-style thugs with mohawks were sharpening knives over a fire, and they clearly didn't look like
good guys. But they didn't bother me; instead, they greeted me warmly, as if they knew me very well.
There was a rusty iron gate in the alley. I knocked rhythmically a few times, and a
rectangular opening appeared at the top, revealing a pair of sharp, alert eyes.
"Excuse me, do you have an invitation?" came a deep, emotionless voice.
"My poem is: Sunflowers bloom facing east, cherry blossoms fall facing west," I replied slowly,
sounding somewhat irrelevant.
"Excuse me! Please come in..."
The door opened and let me in; the other side was new and sturdy. This was a members-only secret club, where members
received a meaningless poem as their entry pass. I was a long-time member, and
the few guards at the door recognized me, so they didn't bother with their usual intimidation routine.
The underground club reverberated with deafening heavy metal music. The cacophony, interspersed with hoarse
screams and vulgar profanities, made it impossible for me to hear anyone around me except for the music. The dim lighting inside was
perfectly adjusted; it couldn't even clearly illuminate the table next to me, let alone the people at the next table. This was
the club's selling point: they could provide a secure and confidential venue for agents, spies, and even terrorists
to meet, negotiate, and conduct transactions. However, besides charging exorbitant membership fees, they also
monopolized intelligence sources in the area.
I casually ordered a drink and looked admiringly at the large dance floor in the center of the hall. Scantily clad women
and men of all kinds danced intimately in the dim light, while on the circular platform in the center of the dance floor, several voluptuous
and tall sexy women in exaggeratedly revealing bikinis performed a erotic dance, swaying their large breasts and plump buttocks.
From the female patrons on the dance floor to the dancers on the platform, everyone here was a slave to the club, partly to conceal their activities from the public and partly
to cater to the expensive members who paid for small perks.
My contact was on the dance floor. He was easily spotted in the crowd; a stylishly dressed young
man. He was currently embracing a voluptuous, brown-skinned woman, his hands groping her body in a lewd, suggestive manner
.
A short while later, the song ended, and some men who had already chosen their
partners left the dance floor, heading to find somewhere to take care of their business. My contact, also with his arm around the brown-skinned woman's waist, was about to head to
a hotel when he saw me and suddenly remembered his job.
"Sweetie~ wait for me by the restroom, I need to take care of something first," he said, dismissing his female companion. He said apologetically
, "Um... I'm sorry... Jamie? Sorry to keep you waiting."
"How many times do I have to remind you? My name is 'Saiga Rikioh' now, and I'm Japanese! Not
a Filipino-American anymore!!"
Seriously, my contact got my name wrong again. "Jamie" was an
identity provided by my previous employer: the American CIA. Back then, I was tasked with researching a kind of magic that could control voter turnout, to ensure that if
a president who disliked the CIA were elected, they could eliminate him during the election. Until they realized I wasn't producing results
and tried to kill me to silence me, but that's another story.
"Ah, sorry! Sorry! Okay, let's get down to business. This month's research budget and activity allowance have been deposited into your
account. As usual, I've come to collect your work report."
"Here, take this..." I placed the thermos on the table.
"What is this...?" The contact was puzzled. Previously, the data I submitted was either hard drives or paper records
.
"This contains the semen of a demonic creature."
"A demonic creature?!" The contact was astonished, picking up the bottle and examining it closely. "This contains
the semen of those terrifying monsters??"
"Yes, take this back and tell them my research has made significant progress. I
'll be able to submit the results soon. This semen will also help your other research departments make progress."
Of course, I gave them the semen I wiped off Rinko's body; I still needed the semen I extracted from her vagina.
Giving this impure semen to their other research groups probably wouldn't yield as much progress as I had. This way,
my value would be maximized.
"To be able to get something like this... impressive! Honestly, the employer seems ready to fire you...
So, do you have any requests or needs?" the contact asked. His eyes lit up when I mentioned the potential results.
His laziness stemmed from my research's lack of progress before this.
"Yes! I want double the budget and more freedom!"
"I'll report it; I believe the higher-ups will agree
. After all, this is all for their revolution!"
"Yes, for their revolution..." Heh, this guy's lazy eyes finally perked up.
Don't be surprised by the "revolution" part; my employer is an underground resistance organization in South America. Three years ago,
the suddenly rising Republic of San Martín unified the entire South America. Although it was a terrible dictatorial country,
the ruler wisely opened its doors to the United States, actively rebuilding America's "South American backyard" era. This gave his
rule the support of a major power, making it difficult to shake. My employer, the "South American Democratic Youth Union," however, had no
soldiers or generals, and received no support from the righteous cause of "freedom and democracy," so life was very difficult for them. They started hiring many
wanted underground scientists like me to help them research and decipher the demon race's technology, hoping to
achieve what they considered noble goals through these wicked methods. Although I thought they were just a bunch of cowardly
young brats with unrealistic fantasies… well, brats are brats, as long as they pay up.
After saying goodbye to my contact, I went to the black market again and sold another can of even more pure semen for a high price.
I didn't rely entirely on that unreliable employer; some things from demons are
worth more than their weight in gold. It's just a pity I don't know if I'll be lucky enough to find another woman who's been gang-raped and discarded by demons?
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Another month passed, and Akiyama Rinko gradually revealed herself. She had a
gentle personality, but as a ninja warrior, her will was stronger than that of ordinary girls. Whether it was
the effect of the hypnotic tea or my efforts to care for and guide her, she seemed to have let go of the past, and like an ordinary
woman, she accompanied me shopping, diligently did housework, and watched soap operas in her spare time. During our cohabitation, I
secretly continued my research on the hypnotic tea. After all, the first one I gave her was just a prototype. I improved it and gave it to her repeatedly
, but it didn't produce any noticeable effects. Fortunately, my psychological offensive didn't stop; my warm, sweet words
accurately hit her heart. Thanks to the experiment with the hypnotic tea, poor Rinko, unaware that I was a test subject
, was deeply attracted to me, and her love for me grew stronger day by day.
However, although she would willingly undress and lie in bed with me even if I rashly asked, I was more concerned about
the magical energy in Rinko's uterus. I worried about the risk of being infected by the demonic energy if I inserted it into her vagina. So, even when
facing this hot and sexy female ninja all day, I could only pretend to be celibate and virtuous, but I was also
quite struggling to control myself.
"No wonder she's trained, Rinko's body is fucking amazing! But, with those breasts jiggling like that, how did she
fight before?" Just now, I saw Rinko's breasts jiggle unintentionally again, which was truly unbearable.
The current experimental methods can't determine if it's safe to sleep with her. Watching her hot body sway back and forth in my daily
life, I almost couldn't resist several times, wanting to take advantage of her first. However, remembering the terrifying
rumors of demonization, and not wanting to ruin my future because of it, I ultimately restrained myself.
But after all, I'm young and vigorous. This time, I can only take advantage of this shower to masturbate
. I've considered making her my side dish, having her perform a striptease or a naked
masturbation act in front of me, or even having her use her hands and mouth to bring me to climax. However, given that the hypnotic tea's effects had worn off,
and she still retained some sense of personal shame and autonomy, demanding too much of her do something shameful
might just provoke her resentment and damage her image of me.
With this unpleasant feeling, I stood under the showerhead, my lower body already engorged with blood and erect.
Holding my penis high under the hot water, I rubbed the shaft with one hand, recalling the
extremely lewd and pitiful state of Rinko when I first found her. Thinking about it now, it's a real shame I didn't bring a camera with me then, otherwise I could use it now.
"May I come in?" Rinko's voice suddenly came from outside the bathroom door.
"Ah!?" This suddenness really startled me. My engorged penis almost went
limp from the shock. I'd only ever heard of people becoming impotent and unable to get an erection after being frightened close to orgasm during sex; if I were to
be so frightened during masturbation that I became impotent forever, that would be too embarrassing!!
"Wait, wait a minute! I'll be right there!" I hurriedly wrapped a towel around my startled little brother, this time I was truly furious. Usually 　　, I tolerated
Akiyama Rinko's outrageous antics, like shaving with a katana, out of kindness and consideration . But this was too much. I'd have to check my little brother later; if he really became impotent 　　, I wouldn't care about tearing off my mask of kindness! 　　Akiyama Rinko ignored my response and pushed open the door. Rinko 　　walked in, her face flushed, wearing only a white towel. The towel seemed ill-fitting, revealing her curvaceous figure 　　. It wasn't long either, barely covering the lower half of her breasts; the exposed upper half 　　was squeezed tightly by the towel, bulging outwards, the sensitive nipples only just visible at the end of the towel.

Her breasts were partially exposed, revealing half of her pink areola. While her upper body was tightly covered, her lower body was practically bare. The towel ended
just past her waist, leaving her high, round buttocks completely exposed, and the mound of flesh between her legs clearly visible
. She stood tall, supported by her long, slender, and alluring legs. The steam from the bathroom enveloped her, causing her bare
skin to be covered in water droplets. Her blushing, adorable face and hesitant expression made her as tempting as a peach.
Seeing this breathtakingly erotic scene, I excitedly discovered that my penis immediately became erect, the glans protruding
from the foreskin, seemingly begging for my attention. But then I realized that this erection was rather embarrassing
, so I quickly turned away, pretending to be ashamed.
"Rin, Rinko...you...are you in such a hurry? I'll be done soon..."
"I, I want to rub your back..." Rinko's voice came from behind, shy and hesitant, as if she was trying to hold back
.
"Huh?!! No...don't be so polite! I can do it myself..." I said, at a loss.
Who wouldn't want a beautiful woman rubbing their back? But I was afraid that if I couldn't control my sexual urges and did something foolish, I would regret
it.
"Please...let me rub your back..." Rinko repeated. This time her tone was more firm
.
"...Um...you...okay then." I thought this might be a good opportunity to test the effects of the hypnotic tea,
so I pretended to reluctantly agree and bent over to sit down. Although I also felt that this might be an excuse for my desires, after all,
my crotch was also painfully hard.
The fogged mirror on the side could barely see Akiyama Rin kneeling down behind me. Her gentle little
hands lightly stroked my back.
Such smooth hands! A seasoned swordsman without calluses? Could it be that the training for Demon Ninjas is
different from regular training? Or perhaps it's a skin graft?
"Riki-Oh-kun, you're such a kind and gentle person..." Rinko said gently, saying
things that puzzled me: "...Even when we first met, seeing me like that
, you didn't have any ill intentions and were even worried about me. I always make mistakes in life, but you've never lost
your temper..." Did she have a resistance to that kind of thing, afraid that I would remember those past events?
I didn't answer, choosing silence. She said I was kind? When was the last time someone said that about me?
It seems not, most people call me a liar, cold-blooded, etc.
"No, it's okay..." Was I feeling guilty?
"No... thank you. If I hadn't met you back then, I don't know what would have happened..." Rinko
's smile was reflected in the mirror before my eyes. I could feel that she was smiling, a gentle smile, a gentle yet
strong smile.
"Actually...no matter what you do to me, or what you ask me to do, I won't hate it..." Her
full, elastic breasts pressed against my back, rubbing back and forth. I knew subconsciously what this sensation was
, and it instantly intoxicated me. Research is a demanding job that requires occasional abstinence;
where else could I normally enjoy such an extremely erotic touch? This made me unconsciously close my eyes and savor it.
"..."
Seeing me completely absorbed in the experience, Rinko suddenly reached out and grabbed my penis. "So hard
...it must be tough for a boy, right? Let me help you..."
"What!"
I quickly turned around and saw Rinko kneeling there, her towel gently sliding down,
revealing her incredibly striking full breasts and pink nipples from my downward gaze. When I first met her, her nipples and
areolas were dark purple; I never expected them to turn pink again?
Our eyes met, reflecting each other's own images.
Could it be that she wanted to…?
Rinko's pink lips parted slightly, gently taking my erect, purplish glans into her mouth
. The slippery, warm sensation spread throughout my body from the nerve endings in my glans. Her wet, agile tongue swirled around the glans,
the intoxicating sensation making me gasp. I reached out to wipe the tears welling up in her eyes.
*Pfft*—she spat out my penis again, laughing, "I didn't realize yours was so big~"
Was Rinko really this erotic? Before I could think any further, she touched my scrotum with her other hand. Five
slender fingers teased the scrotum, playing with the testicles inside. Rinko's pink tongue also licked up, the tip pressing
against the bottom of the scrotum, her lip moving upwards, slowly licking the glans.
Uh…where did she learn all this? Rinko's tongue skills were surprisingly proficient; her exquisite,
intoxicating gestures alone were enough to send me to heaven. Before I could ask, she swallowed my entire penis in one gulp.
I could only let out meaningless gasps.
Her wet, dense mouth tightly enveloped my glans, Rinko's small tongue sometimes touching the tip of the glans, sometimes curling
and licking the shaft. I don't know if her oral skills were lacking, or if she simply didn't want to swallow my penis, but half
of it just kept swirling in her mouth. She didn't immediately swallow it, and the excess saliva
dripped out from between her lips and the shaft. Rinko tried every licking technique she could think of, occasionally
checking the effect of her French kiss on my crotch.
Her oral sex skills seemed quite high, but I'm not some playboy or a sex maniac, my stamina
isn't very long, and coupled with having held back for so long, I couldn't hold back and quickly ejaculated under her extremely wet and skillful oral techniques
.
*Pfft pfft pfft*—A gush of semen shot into her mouth, the head of my penis pressed against her tongue, letting her
taste the freshest, most pungent male essence.
"Oh...oh oh...I'm sorry," I said apologetically, panting with pleasure.
Akiyama Rinko didn't spit it out immediately, but continued to hold my penis in her mouth, her lips tightly closed. Watching her throat slowly
move, swallowing every drop of my semen, I watched as she did so. Afterwards, she
licked my penis clean in her mouth.
Afterwards, Rinko looked up at me with a smile and said, "I like your taste."
Her smile at that moment didn't resemble that of a slut. It was bright and sunny, filled with love and joy for her lover.
After showering, I rested my head on Akiyama Rinko's rounded thighs, letting her clean my ears. The soft touch and her…
Her scent made me feel comfortable.
I slowly pondered what had happened in the bathroom. After calming down, I no longer had the
leisure to savor the taste of a woman's first oral sex. I did lose control just now, but it was just oral sex, so it shouldn't
cause any infection, right? Putting aside the risk of infection, what did it mean that she took the initiative to perform oral sex on me today? This was
the first time since I found her that she had been so open with me. This was different from forcing someone with hypnotic tea; hypnotic tea
wasn't an aphrodisiac. Women who willingly open their bodies to the opposite sex are either unsatisfied sluts or free-spirited, bold
women. As for the former, she definitely wasn't, otherwise she wouldn't have endured it for so long with me. As for the latter, it didn't seem to
have reached that level yet. So that means...
"Rinko..."
"Hmm?"
"...Marry me..."
Her hand stopped. For a long, long time.
"Even if it's like this? Even if it's this body defiled by demons? Thank you, Lord Riki, it doesn't
have to be like this... You can find a better girl... As long as, as long as you can occasionally give me a little bit of your tenderness,
I'll be satisfied." Her voice was a little choked up. She was strong and wouldn't cry easily, but I could feel her
sadness, no less than that of someone who shed tears.
"It's not like that!" I sat up and grabbed her shoulders.
"Look at me, Rinko! I like you, I like going shopping with you, watching movies with you, eating together.
I like being with you, I like everything about you. I like your smile, I like your personality. You were once defiled by demons
... I've never minded it from beginning to end!"
Yes! Why should I mind? I just like seeing you being fucked by demons, my legs unable to close.
I even felt sorry that I couldn't witness it myself!
"How could this be..." Akiyama Rinko smiled through her tears. "How strange..."
"It's more like, the first time I saw you, the way you looked, I fell in love with you." I tried to be
a little bolder in my statement. But it's the truth, seeing you like that makes me especially excited!
" You're
so perverted..." Rinko's face flushed. "But as long as it's you,
I'll like whatever you do to me, whatever you ask me to do."
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Chapter Three: Sudden! Demonization? Mutation? Human? Me?
I have no family, and neither does Rinko. We had a simple wedding, and that was it.
After that, Rinko told me everything, revealing the secrets of the Demon Ninja's ninjutsu. It turns out that the Demon Ninja's ninjutsu
was developed by combining demon technology. Taking this as an opportunity, my research, which had been paused, made rapid progress, and my understanding of the legendary demon magic technology became more and more complete. During this time, I also began to 　　conduct semi-demonization research
on her body, which contained demonic energy . 　　But in the first month after our marriage, a sudden change occurred. 　　"Honey, what's wrong?" 　　Rinko pushed open the door to the study. Seeing me looking troubled in front of the computer, she came over to massage my 　　temples. 　　"Look at this..." I relaxed and leaned my head back against those round, soft breasts, pointing to the screen. 　　The website displayed on the screen was an unofficial underground news site, specializing in 　　things related to magic and the situation in Tokyo. I occasionally visited this website; it was usually like any other unsolved mystery website, 　　only offering textual accounts of sightings and urban legends, rarely yielding any valuable information. But this time, its webpage 　　featured video news for the first time; the first time the figures of the Tokyo demons had been captured! The sexy figures fighting against the demons were also 　　witnessed for the first time. Below was a video taken by an observer. 　　The shaky camera work clearly showed it was filmed with a mobile phone, but I could still 　　tell from Rinko's nostalgic gaze that these "sexy figures" were indeed the anti-demon ninjas. 　　The ninja outfits worn by the anti-demon ninjas in the video were incredibly sexy; rather than combat uniforms, they were more like a layer of 　　latex bodysuits that resembled skin, showcasing the anti-demon ninjas' sexy figures to the fullest extent, even the 　　outline of their breasts, the protrusion of their nipples, and the mons pubis of their vulvas were clearly visible. Fighting in these hot combat suits is practically 　　like watching an adult film! 　　"Wow..." I whistled; these combat suits are really awesome! The leather of the latex suits is reflective, 　　and there are fishnet structures under the armpits and on the thighs. I really want to ejaculate on their tight latex suits right there. 　　Rinko gave me a light tap on the head for my frivolous behavior. Then she said worriedly, " 　　Has the scale of the battle become so large that it can no longer be kept secret?... " Watching her sisters fighting hard in the video, 　　Rinko Akiyama's heart began to feel unbearable. 　　It seemed that living a comfortable life here was a betrayal of them. 　　"Rinko... I know you're worried about your comrades... " I said calmly, "But don't forget that 　　you still have demonic energy within you. If you rush back, will your comrades accept you? Even if they accept you, 　　will your anti-demon ninja organization accept you?" 　　"..." Rinko couldn't refute me; what I said was exactly what she was worried about. Moreover, she revealed too 　　many secrets of the Anti-Demon Ninja. How will that organization treat me? 　　"Actually, I have an idea..." I whispered in her ear. 　　The next night, we arrived at the location where the video was filmed earlier. I hoped to find something here, 　　such as fragments of demon creature corpses or traces of magic. If I was lucky, I might even find another 　　"Anti-Demon Ninja Semen Sac" that had been destroyed by demons, hehe~~ 　　Rinko, as my bodyguard, stood guard beside me. This was her insistence on coming. In fact, her ninjutsu had somehow 　　deteriorated a lot, only retaining some movement and fighting techniques. I figured I couldn't rely on her in a crisis. 　　This former battlefield was also a pile of rubble and ruins. Although it wasn't officially designated as a restricted area, no one else 　　was around. It seemed that no one was curious about this place except for us. This surprised me a bit, because people are 　　curious about the unknown. There should be many people who have more courage to explore than a sense of danger. 　　"Help...help..." 　　A faint cry for help came from the ruins, and we followed the sound to its source. All that could be seen was a completely naked person.

A naked girl was trapped under rubble.
"Help me!" the girl cried out as we approached, her voice rising, "My legs are pinned down and I can't move.
Please... help me... get me to the hospital..."
With Rinko nearby, I couldn't immediately ask if the girl had been raped by demons; saving her was my priority.
I stepped forward, but for some reason, I felt something was amiss.
*Crack!*
A crisp sound came from beneath my feet. I instinctively looked down and gasped. What I was standing on
was a broken human rib. Hard human bones become brittle due to the loss of bone marrow, and beneath my feet lay
a pile of these bone fragments.
Besides the bone fragments, there were also bloodstained rags, backpacks, and cell phones. I instantly realized why
I hadn't seen anyone else; they, like myself, had fallen into this trap.
Rinko's expression changed, and she quickly drew her sword, trying to rush to my side. But it was too late. A sharp
red light flashed before my eyes, and in that instant, I was cut in half at the waist, my upper and lower body separated.
The rubble beneath the girl exploded on its own, revealing a huge, blood-red mass of flesh on the ruins,
its gaping maw full of sharp teeth aimed directly at me.
"No!"
Everything happened so fast. Rinko hurriedly swung her sword forward. But several sharp, blood-red tentacles blocked
her way. These tentacles, like blades wielded by a master swordsman, unleashed exquisite swordplay. Although Rinko was also
a first-rate swordsman, she was preoccupied with my condition. Although she launched the first attack, she was anxious and lacked
strategy, and was forced into a defensive posture by the opponent's nimble and coordinated attacks.
"Damn it! Damn it! If only I could use the 'Void Escape Technique' right now..." Akiyama Rinko
thought anxiously. The inability to use her preferred ninjutsu made her uncomfortable and frustrated in the battle.
Seeing that I couldn't rely on Rinko anymore, I started to give up. What kind of retribution was this?
Was it retribution for the brain death of all twenty participants in my voting hypnosis experiment in America? Or
for the deaths of over two hundred infants who exploded during my experiments with cult extermination weapons for extremist groups in the Middle East? But none of those were
my intentions! Or... was it because I deceived Rinko? Yes, only this was my intention
. This retribution was swift indeed...
The woman who was used as bait for the monster walked up to me. Only when she got closer could I see that she had
flesh-colored scales and patterns on her body, and her eyes were spindle-shaped like a lizard's. But her physical appearance
was no different from that of a human woman, except that a fleshy tube resembling an intestine was inserted between her legs, connecting her lower body to
that fleshy ball.
She bent down and began to pick up my shattered internal organs scattered on the ground. It was only then that I noticed that although I had been cut in two
and my liver had fallen out, I hadn't lost consciousness, nor felt any pain. This...this was incredible
!
After losing my lower half, it was extremely difficult for me to sit up. I looked at my protruding heart, and it was still
beating normally! The other organs that had fallen out weren't broken either. This was simply against science!
The woman slowly rearranged the internal organs, seemingly considering how to
deliver them to the meatball's mouth while keeping them connected to the body.
Although I hadn't lost my life, I was completely powerless to resist, and Rinko's
situation remained unfavorable. Was I doomed?
Just when things seemed hopeless, a green orb of light, crackling with lightning, descended from the sky, striking the meatball squarely
.
*Screech! Screech!* The meatball emitted a piercing, unpleasant scream. The orb left a deep wound on its body
...
"This is...a lightning strike?...Could it be Yukikaze?" Rinko said, looking at the orb of light.
"Wait...no!!" the decoy girl cried out in terror.
Several more orbs of light struck the fleshy ball, seemingly based on the principle of ball lightning. The impact produced
a violent explosion and shockwave, blasting the decoy girl, who was trying to return to the fleshy ball, back and onto me
.
I looked up at the sky and saw a slender figure standing on the ruins of the building.
She was a demon ninja, about 155cm tall, with long, flowing brown hair tied
in two thin braids. She had a delicate and proud face, and her beautiful figure was
completely covered by a sleeveless, tight-fitting black bodysuit. The waist was covered with a cutout and fishnet design for easy movement, making it look like
a one-piece swimsuit. Her hands and legs were covered with black rubber boots and gloves, revealing large areas of brown
skin. The red ruffled miniskirt at the hem wasn't meant to cover her at all, revealing
a thin "V" shaped rubber crotch covering her mons pubis. Instead, it drew attention to her lower body.
Wearing this rubber bodysuit was definitely a demon ninja. However, her breasts were quite small, probably a loli.
This loli demon ninja didn't seem to notice us. After confirming that the fleshy ball had been blasted to smithereens,
she leaped into the air to chase another monster that had appeared out of nowhere. Her petite body nimbly leaped and moved across the rooftops,
attacking the monster intermittently. She held two weapons that looked like flintlock pistols, firing
the same kind of light orbs as before, and quickly disappeared with the monster in the chase.
Rinko ignored her companion's departure and rushed to my side. But seeing me split in two, my stomach entrails
scattered on the ground, she didn't know what to do.
"Hold on! The Earth Flesh Flower's magic can protect a human's life temporarily. I'll call an ambulance right now..."
Seeing this stupid bitch's nearly collapsing, tearful face, I didn't even want to comment on her unoriginal words. Not to mention,
no ambulance would come to a place like this, and even if they did, which doctor could guarantee a cure for my condition
? But speaking of which, that big meatball is called the Earth Flesh Flower?!
"Bring that thing's corpse over here..."
I pointed to the motionless bait woman lying on the ground. Rinko didn't think much of it and
immediately picked up the body, unsure if it was dead or alive.
I checked her chest; although weak, it confirmed she was still alive.
"Cut open her stomach, be careful! Don't hurt her internal organs..."
What was this all about? Rinko had her doubts, but with her lover's life hanging in the balance, she
was willing to try anything.
Looking at the dissected body before her, I used her blood to draw half a magic circle on my own heart. This
was a magic circle I had researched before, but due to the special materials and uses, I had never had the chance to test its effectiveness. Today,
to survive, I had no choice but to risk my own life to test it.
I carefully removed the decoy's heart and drew the other half of the magic circle as it beat. I
placed one half of it next to the other half of my heart. Countless buds of flesh sprouted from the magic circle on the decoy's heart, wrapping
around the magic circle on my heart. Soon, the magic circles of the two hearts were glued together. When I felt
the other heart beating, I had Rinko carefully cut off the connecting tissue on the decoy's heart.
The two different hearts merged into one, and countless sensations I had never experienced before flooded my mind. Monster transplantation
is a technique that allows humans to gain the powers of demons by transplanting their body tissues into them.
I successfully mastered the power of the monster's flesh flower.
Using this power, I healed my body. I stood safely in front of Rinko again.
Now is not the time to be excited about my success. "So, I might not be human anymore. What do you want? To 　　punish this heretic
as a demon ninja ... my wife?" I said calmly to Rinko. I gave a bitter smile, my expression 　　cold and handsome, as if I really didn't care if Rinko killed me. 　　"Nonsense..." Rinko actually pouted cutely and said angrily, "How can you be 　　compared to those monsters? No matter what you become, I won't care what you are... because you are 　　my... husband!" 　　I hugged Rinko tightly and gently stroked her long purple hair. Two lines of tears 　　flowed from my eyes. 　　"Thank you... Rinko..." Yeah, right. 　　"Husband... I need power..." 　　"What?" I looked at Rinko curiously. 　　"...Whatever power it is. I'm no match for demons right now! I want to protect you, I don't want 　　to see this again!" Rinko said firmly. 　　Seeing her willingness to sacrifice herself for power, I was overjoyed. This meant I 　　could conduct my experiments on her body with even more impunity! 　　I smiled and said, "Actually, it's not that complicated. This time, I risked transplanting a monster's heart, 　　which greatly advanced my research on your body... 　　After this incident, I studied my own and Rin's bodies day and night, and finally figured out how to utilize 　　the magical energy within her... Yes, utilize, not remove. There's no clue how to completely remove magical energy yet , and even if there were, I wouldn't choose to cure her. 　　The more important research topic is to rationally 　　utilize the power of magical energy on humans , especially since she herself wants power now, right? I have a feeling that magical energy can 　　bring even greater power! 　　"So, I'm letting the succubus's magical energy merge into your body, and this process won't devour you like demonization, 　　but rather the reverse—humans absorbing the power of magical energy." 　　In the underground laboratory, I explained my magical energy humanization plan to Rin like a teacher. 　　I opened my right palm in front of her, and my five fingers instantly transformed into long, red, willow-like strips that rapidly 　　grew longer. The surface of these strips was covered with thorn-like small spikes, hard and long like plant roots, and soon 　　reached the ceiling. 　　"Look..." 　　I showed her my palm. Although the muscle structure of my five fingers had changed, the connected hand was still a normal 　　fleshy palm. 　　"Although it's said that if limb and organ transplants are performed hastily, 　　rejection can occur due to differences in the transplanted DNA, and it can even cause the transplanted organism to die. But I've found that demon limbs don't seem to be like that. 　　Although our human DNA and demon DNA are completely different, their DNA seems to have some kind of magical 　　compatibility." 　　Long strips of red thorns intertwined on my palm, knotting into various shapes. 　　"As you can see, I can easily control my body's transformations. But I haven't found any mutations in my blood 　　; it's still human blood. So, I'm not considered a demon; strictly speaking, biologically, I'm still human. 　　The same applies to the demonic energy controlled within you; you can control it, not the other way around." " 　　You mean I can use demonic energy to wield demonic power? But the demonic energy I'm infected with is…" 　　While happy to learn that the demonic energy could be used for her own purposes, 　　Rinko was somewhat embarrassed to say it, remembering that the demonic energy she was infected with was from a succubus that absorbed men's semen for power. 　　"Yes! The succubus demonic energy you're infected with requires absorbing men's semen to gain power. You have to accept reality 　　. The demonic energy has become one with you; the reason you can't use ninjutsu is because the nature of your power has changed 　　. There's no other way." I said, feigning helplessness. 　　"In that case… we'll…" 　　"Unfortunately, my semen is useless…" 　　"Huh!?" Rinko was immediately dumbfounded and surprised. 　　“Unlike blood, my semen has undergone some kind of mutation 　　. Although I haven’t found any magical energy in demonic semen, the sperm count is very low, and their activity is minimal,” I said, sounding somewhat dejected 　　. “My semen isn’t enough to provide the energy to protect you from being corrupted by power and becoming demonized. Only 　　the semen of strong, vigorous humans can provide enough magic for your succubus abilities!” 　　“Then that means I…” 　　Rinko immediately thought of something lewd and immoral. 　　“That’s right!” I said heavily, “I need you to have sex with other men…” 　　“I don’t want to!” Rinko refused outright. 　　Huh?! Don’t refuse! How am I supposed to conduct my research if you refuse?! 　　“I would never betray you for power…” Rinko said seriously. “…If…”

"If power has to be gained through infidelity, then it's better to have none!"
Ha! Foolish bitch, should I be moved to tears?
"Thank you, Rinko. But after this, we might not have a choice!"
I didn't show any emotion, but instead pointed seriously to the map on the wall. It was
a city map of Tokyo and its surroundings, the streets and alleys covered with red dots.
"You told me the Void Gate had closed. But even before that, attacks from demonic creatures
have started appearing in large numbers outside. If I'm not mistaken, these attacks will escalate, and
we'll encounter situations even more dangerous than before."
"Then we can leave here, leave Japan!"
"Unfortunately, that's not an option. Japan's exit control is now handled by the United States; it's easy to enter, but
difficult to leave. You don't have a Japanese passport, nor a government-issued entry/exit permit, so your exit application won't be approved. Besides
, are you willing to abandon this battle and fly away?" I said seriously.
Rinko pondered. The latter point I made affected her more. Yes, her comrades were still fighting, including
some of her familiar friends and companions. The depth of her bond with the Demon Ninja was beyond my comprehension. And now,
the most intense moment of the battle was approaching, and she couldn't let go of her responsibility as a Demon Ninja. But this meant
she had to go…
"Don't worry about my thoughts. Modern society is open-minded. I'm not so stubbornly
fixated on sex and chastity," I said with a smile.
"But, but I…" Rinko was still somewhat uneasy.
I changed my serious expression and said, "Tokyo today is a world where the strong prey on the weak. If we don't have
strong power… I'd rather see that scene from the first time I met you repeat itself than see you having sex with someone else
."
This struck a nerve with her. She didn't fully remember being gang-raped by the demons, but the
physical humiliation and mental torment she suffered were unforgettable. Living with me could temporarily ease her
pain, but demons never treat human women as living beings; they treat them merely as objects of lust, subjecting them to horrific torture
. The scars are indelible and can never be forgotten. Yes, she didn't want to be gang-raped by demons again, and now that I'm involved, she doesn't want to be either.
Compared to being raped by demons, what is having sex with others with my consent?
Rinko clenched her fists, her mind as grim as when she fought the demons. Ultimately, she chose
to accept, because she had few other options. Only power and debauchery could protect her and
those she loved.
"But…"
Rinko stood up and suddenly hugged me. She whispered in my ear, "...Before that, I
want to… um…"
Before she could finish, I kissed her. Akiyama Rinko then passionately extended her delicate tongue, passing between
our lips, swirling it around my teeth. I also extended my tongue, our tongues intertwining wetly
.
The warmth and moisture of the woman's tongue acted like the best aphrodisiac, instantly arousing my lower body.
My hands slipped inside Rinko's shirt, grasping her full breasts. The soft touch of Rinko's breasts
and the slight elasticity of her nipples were the ultimate erotic pleasure for a man.
I lifted Rinko up and carried her to the only iron recliner in the lab—
the same dentist's chair I had used to collect semen from her.
"Let me see your pussy..." I whispered in Rinko's ear. A slight
blush rose on Rinko's pretty face, and she obediently opened her legs.
Her sexy, wasp waist revealed an obscene "M," and her long, slender, white legs appeared exceptionally strong and powerful.
When opened, her round, full buttocks clenched tightly between her labia.
Perhaps because intercourse had become less frequent, the pigmentation of her genitals had decreased; her labia, like her nipples
, were a pinkish-purple. This made me sigh inwardly; I preferred to enjoy the wanton and wanton bodies of beautiful women
.
"Look, Riki-kun, this is my lower part..." Rinko said slowly, her face flushed and her lips pursed.
Even such barely obscene words made her a little embarrassed.
I hummed softly, reaching my hand between her legs, my fingers penetrating deep into the woman's most sensitive flower,
digging and probing inside the fleshy opening.
"Mmm...so amazing, the whole little hole is already wet, it's soaked through! There's so
much water!"
"Ah...so embarrassing! Don't say it out loud..."
Rinko said shyly.
Her beautiful legs, which had been spread open, suddenly closed tightly,
clamping down on my hand that was caressing her inner thighs. Rinko's panting breath told me; she was aroused.
"This is my own home, and in the basement no less. What's there to be afraid of?" I said unhappily.
I pulled my hand out, my fingers indeed covered in glistening liquid. Recalling the deep sensation I'd just experienced; it was wet, slippery
, and tight inside, with nice, rounded buds—her vagina was probably a great find.
"Now I'm going to put it in..." I said, feigning displeasure.
"Okay..."
Rinko, embarrassed, spread her legs again. I pulled down my pants, masturbated a couple of times until I was even harder, and then,
holding my penis, I inserted it into Rinko's wet, pink cave.
"It's really tight, this is really special...it feels so good!" It felt like entering a
special vagina—slippery on the outside, sticky and tight at the back—with a strange suction force guiding my penis deeper into the woman's depths.
This special feeling made my waist involuntarily sway, and my movements unconsciously became rougher. My thick
penis thrust in and out of Rinko's wet, lustful vagina, her vagina gripping my
member tightly with this special magic. Every thrust, rubbed against the buds inside Rinko's vagina, gave me an ecstatic
tactile stimulation.
"Ugh...it hurts a little...be gentle...ah...ahhhhh!!!"
Rinko, who had also been abstaining from sex for a long time, didn't seem to enjoy it much at first. Feeling her lover's rough and ungentle
movements, her wet, narrow vaginal opening was repeatedly and violently squeezed open by the man's large, hard member, repeating rapidly...
The inner walls were forcibly stretched open, then closed, then stretched open again, then closed again. The tearing pain from the thrusting in her lower body
was strangely familiar, reminding her of how her virginity had been taken by a demon monster.
The brutality of her lover's movements and force reminded her of the terrifying humiliation and training by the demons. However, her
resistance and fear of the memories didn't last long. Rinko's body, long deprived of a man's penis, was more thirsty than her heart
. The unbearable memories that had just plagued her were quickly forgotten under the stimulation of her lower body
. It was precisely this unparalleled pleasure mixed with the brutal and powerful thrusting that made her unable to stop. The painful
memories, under the lustful "persuasion" of her body, began to be slowly accepted.
"…So…so amazing…all…all of it…come on up!!" Rinko cried out excitedly,
her legs, which had been spread open, suddenly wrapped around my waist, her soft waist twisting as she welcomed my
thrusts deeper into her body. Not only her wonderful fleshy opening, but also the rounded inner thighs of Rinko gave me a very comfortable touch.
"…Ah…it’s so wet down there…so hot…so strange…"
Rinko, lost in lust, pulled my hands up and pressed them against her breasts. Her figure was already excellent,
and her breasts were a pair of astonishingly large, trembling behemoths.
I pressed my fingers hard against Rinko’s breasts,
the nerves and muscles in my hands unconsciously tensing due to the pleasure coming from my lower body, making my hands grip her breasts with unusual force,
flattening the round orbs like dough being patted, the full yet soft flesh squeezing out from between my fingers. Her
breasts became the support points of her position, bearing the weight of my hands supporting her, enduring the pleasure in her lower body amidst the pressure.
"Ah!... It... It hurts so much!... Riki-kun..."
Rinko groaned passionately. Her sexy waist twisted like a snake, perfectly matching my thrusts.
Her narrow passage was roughly squeezed open, feeling the hardness and size of her beloved's lower body. But
the brutality and force of her lover's actions, like rape, produced a familiar pain, the
brutal feeling of the demon taking her virginity, the unbearable experience resurfacing and replaying. Although Rinko had hoped to forget
it completely, the pleasure coming from her lower body at this moment became even more exciting. At the same time, the special results of being trained by the demon
also resurfaced in her body.
Originally a wanton body that had been humiliated and trained, after losing that part of her memory, her body was long deprived of desire.
At this moment, the lustful fire that was originally hidden deep in her heart burned fiercely, and her sensitive body needed the man's rough and strong treatment
. Torn between fear and pleasure of the memories, lovemaking produced unparalleled ecstasy. Her body was irresistible,
her hips swaying wantonly, becoming a completely different person, eagerly awaiting the man's penetration
.
Although Rinko's vagina had been brutally ravaged and expanded by the demons, even having experienced unimaginable
torture, her martial arts training made her no ordinary woman. Her muscle endurance and recovery were far superior to that of a typical promiscuous woman.
When our bodies joined, I discovered her vaginal walls weren't as loose as I had anticipated, prompting me
to deliberately increase the pace of my thrusts.
"Ugh...ah...it's hitting you again...so strong...I can't take it anymore...ah..."
Akiyama Rinko was a typical repressed, seductive woman. Even when she was fighting the demon ninja, she was probably a seemingly cold but actually
warm-hearted woman. Having recuperated at my home for so long, her vagina and uterus had long been restless. Now, being penetrated
was an indescribable pleasure, a joy beyond words. The days of being captured by the demons were now a thing of the past. She had long forgotten her shame,
throwing herself wholeheartedly into sex with the man she loved!
"So good...fuck me...so good! Riki-kun...fuck me harder..."
Rinko's body reacted intensely, her mind quickly entering a frenzied state. A moment later, she suddenly
felt a tingling, intense stimulation in her lower body, her plump legs instinctively clamping tightly around my waist. My
penis, enveloped by her honeyed orifice, felt a throbbing within the vaginal walls, and a gush of wet, sticky fluid spurted out, splashing onto the glans.
"Rinko's body is so sensitive," I chuckled. Her body convulsed for a while, seemingly reaching a
small climax.
"Ha...ha...no..." Rinko said shyly, covering her face. Her panting, face-covering expression in the afterglow
was exceptionally alluring, making me even more excited. Without giving her a moment to rest, I released
my hands from her breasts, lowered myself, and instead embraced Rinko's slender waist, thrusting
and pounding even harder between our intertwined lower bodies.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
Rinko could only let out pleasurable screams as my erect penis pounded into her lower body. She couldn't believe her
body could bring her such immense pleasure without any resistance.
She arched back in ecstasy, her vaginal walls contracting again, her slippery, tight, wet passage
undulating and gripping my penis, almost making me ejaculate.
Orgasm! Orgasm from being fucked by my great southern kingdom! Scream louder!
A strange excitement surged within me as I pushed Rinko's body harder. Rinko suddenly became so
lewd and proactive, something you'd never guessed before. This was enough to prove she'd been carefully manipulated and trained… It's a
pity I could have been a part of her training the first time…
"Ah…ah…just…just…"
During the thrusting, my penis was rhythmically rubbed against her honey pot, and a surge of heat erupted from deep within Rinko's body,
raining down on the tip of my penis. In the sudden pleasure, I couldn't help but
ejaculate, pouring my semen into Rinko's uterus.
"Hoo…ha…hoo…ha…I came, I came…ha…I came…"
In the instant after the orgasm, my head fell into her full breasts as a pillow. Rinko hugged me, murmuring
, "Hoo…hoo…I…love you, I love you so much…Riki-Oh…husband…"
Afterwards, I sat down to rest. Although I wanted a cigarette afterward, I remembered that smoking was strictly prohibited in the lab
, so I just kept it in my mouth.
"…Honey, is your semen…really not okay?" Rinko asked, still somewhat unwilling to give up.
"It really won't work! If it were okay, I wouldn't let you debase yourself like this!" I said, feigning shame.
I said, head bowed. Actually, judging from her behavior just now, I guessed she wouldn't really resist much.
Rinko cupped my head in her hands, gently kissed my forehead, and said with a smile, "Don't blame yourself, I understand
you, as long as you love me too... but... with other men, what should I do..."
"That's simple, first prepare to absorb energy from you, then find someone... and then it
's just a show..." I whispered my already prepared plan in her ear.
"Husband, you pervert!" After hearing this, Rinko's face, which had just seemed weak, immediately turned red.
In her shame and anger, she somehow mustered the strength to punch me hard in the stomach.
"Ah!!..."
This subconscious punch was delivered with no restraint, almost making me, who was enhanced, vomit blood.
"Ah, I'm sorry, husband, are you alright!" Rinko was immediately frightened when she saw my pain. Her face was full of
worry.
"D-hu-fu (I'm fine)..."
I managed to raise my trembling thumb. Good heavens, if I were still an ordinary person, I'd definitely be dead by now.
Hmph! It's better to be wary of her. But what's wrong with a man being a pervert! Besides, I never really considered
you my wife.
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Chapter Four: Married Woman and Young Man - Romantic Encounter?
After that attack, many things happened that surprised me. First,
instead of strengthening the blockade on Tokyo, which was now rife with undercurrents, they started moving a large number of residents into the old city. And these
new citizens weren't all Japanese; nearly half were overseas immigrants. These people weren't forced.
The reason so many dared to move here was partly because they forgot
the past disasters due to the seemingly peaceful and tranquil atmosphere of the Demon Realm. The other, and most important, reason was that the international community was currently experiencing an economic downturn,
soaring prices, and numerous taxes; everything was becoming sluggish. Unemployment and debt were increasing in countries including Japan
. And at this time, Japan established the "New Tokyo Special Zone," incorporating the cities surrounding Tokyo into an independent economic
entity. Prices are stable here, and taxes are light. More importantly, citizens who dare to move here can
obtain start-up capital and housing. Although the price is that they cannot leave the special zone at will, and it is too
close to Tokyo, where the demons live, it still attracts a large number of people willing to come.
My situation has also changed. The apartment I used to rent was taken over by the government and
given to us as housing for registered citizens, and I went from being a tenant to a homeowner. At that time, I had a premonition that this
border dark city bordering the demon world would become lively. Sure enough, other families moved in one after another on the second day.
I did not come in person, but sent Akiyama Rinko to greet the family that had recently moved in. At this
time, there were only two boys at home unpacking. One was the son of the resident, named Tachibana Rikuro, and the other was his
classmate, Miyazato Yu. Seeing that there was a lot of stuff to unpack, Rinko, with the enthusiasm of a Japanese housewife, took the initiative to
help.
"Lu-kun, you're so enviable, having such a sexy married woman living next door..." The
boy named Miyari Yu said with a lewd smile, nudging Lu-kun with his elbow as if he had something on his mind
.
With a "thud," Rinko seemed to have accidentally bumped into a pile of cardboard boxes, tripping
and scattering the contents everywhere.
"Ouch... I'm sorry, Lu-kun..." Rinko rubbed her head, dazedly standing up, her ample
breasts bouncing slightly.
Breast jiggling!? The two young men were simultaneously startled. The sudden sway of the young woman's round, full breasts
made their hearts tremble, and they both swallowed hard. They hurriedly asked Akiyama, "Miss,
are you hurt?"
"Um... I'm alright. Oh dear... I'm so sorry, I came to help, but I've only caused you trouble
." Rinko said apologetically. The sight of such a tall, sexy, mature woman sincerely apologizing
was incredibly alluring.
"Don't mind! It's okay to fall..." Miyazato Yu said preemptively.
"Hey, it's not your house. I should be saying that..." Tachibana Rikuro muttered, clearly bothered
, and pinched his friend's waist. Turning to Rinko with a smile, he said, "Rinko-neechan, we just moved
here and you came all this way to help us, thank you so much..."
"Not really, my husband recently changed jobs, and I've become quite idle at home..." Rinko
said with a gentle smile.
Rinko's smile was gentle and mature, her long purple ponytail adding a touch of vitality to her tall figure.
Tachibana Rikuro, still a virgin in his adolescence, seemed momentarily at a loss for what to do with his hands in front of this charming and sexy married woman, and
could only scratch the back of his head and chuckle dryly, "Thank you..."
At that moment, Miyazato Yu discovered something "new" among the things scattered on the floor from the box.
"Oh my! Riku-kun, even though these are all underage hobbies, I didn't expect you to have collected so many! I
didn't realize you were such a pervert despite your cute appearance! Rin-chan, you better watch out!"
He said, holding them up for Rin-chan to see.
Rin-chan looked over and saw that they were some pornographic magazines, with titles like "The Older Sister Next Door"
and "Community Housewife." Although there were many, they all had something in common: the content involved sister complex and housewives
.
"Wow!" Riku-kun's face turned bright red to his ears, and he quickly rushed over and threw the magazines
back into the box.
"So energetic, that's really nice!" Rin-chan covered her mouth and laughed.
"What's so nice about that? This guy is a 'big pervert'! ...A big pervert! Rin-chan is
so pretty, who knows, she might get attacked by this guy one day!" Miyazato Yu seemed completely unconcerned about
her friend's image in front of the older sister next door, and tried her best to slander her.
However, he knew that this wouldn't brand his friend as a pervert by the neighbors, because Tachibana Rikuro was currently
embarrassed, and his shy and helpless demeanor didn't resemble that of a perverted groper at all.
His blushing, boyish appearance actually made him more likable.
"Hehehe..." Rinko was amused by the two boys and laughed in response, "Will he attack me
? I'll have to be careful next time!"
"No, stop talking!!!" Tachibana Rikuro shouted to his mischievous friend, embarrassed and excited, "Aren't you
here to help? Hurry up and finish moving!"
And so, amidst the playful bickering, the three of them tidied up the things, and Rinko had to take her leave.
"Thank you very much, Ms. Akiyama!" The two bowed together.
Rinko quickly waved her hand, looking embarrassed, and said, "No, I wasn't much of a help."
"Ms. Akiyama, you definitely have to be careful of this guy next time!"
Before leaving, Miyari Yu couldn't help but add a sarcastic remark.
"Go to hell!" Tachibana Rikuro was so angry he was about to cry.
"Hehe, young people are so energetic."
That evening, Rinko had just finished taking a shower and had only just stepped out of the bathroom when she heard a knock on the door.
"Excuse me, Ms. Akiyama? I'm Rikuro Tachibana. I forgot my keys. Could I stay here until my parents come back
?"
Rikuro Tachibana's slightly flustered voice came from outside the door. He had indeed unexpectedly lost his keys, but he actually
had many places he could go with his acquaintances and friends, and even if it was a nearby place, he didn't necessarily need to borrow from his new neighbor
. It was just that Rinko's tall and proud figure had been etched in his mind all day. Remembering that
Rinko had said her husband was away on a business trip, he knocked on his neighbor's door without thinking much about it.
"...Um, if it's inconvenient, I'll wait outside. I'm sorry to bother you." As soon as he knocked,
Rikuro Tachibana, his mind clearing, immediately regretted it. He didn't understand what he was doing. He turned to
leave.
"It's okay..."
Just as he turned around, Rinko opened the door and called to the boy who was about to leave.
"Have a seat, I'll get you a glass of water."
Rikuro Tachibana nervously entered the house, and was stunned when he turned around. The woman before him, Rinko,
was only wearing a loose shirt, the hem of which tightly covered most of her buttocks, leaving her white underwear and
half of her full hips exposed to the air.
"O-okay...thank you for your help." The sight before him was too alluring, and Tachibana Rikuro was so nervous that he
could barely speak. What was going on? He wanted to ask, but Ms. Akiyama was probably trying to relax at home,
so perhaps it was better not to ask...
"Sit wherever you like..." Rinko said casually.
"O-okay," Tachibana Rikuro sat awkwardly on a sofa, trying to remain calm so as not to be impolite
, but his eyes couldn't leave her captivating full hips and beautiful legs.
"Oh dear!"
Rinko exclaimed, as if she had just realized that there was something wrong with her attire. "I forgot that I think I've
been wearing this all along..."
"No, no, no, no, no. It's okay. I only saw a little bit." Tachibana Rikuro quickly turned around, uttering
incoherent words in his panic, his back stiff as he sat there.
"I don't feel anything at all...not at all..." Rinko found his nervous look
amusing and said with a slight smile, "I'll go to my room to change first. Little boy, just turn your face over
there...don't...peek!"
"Okay, okay...okay!" Tachibana Rikuro quickly turned his head to the side, but as he turned, he noticed
a small mirror carelessly tossed there. Rinko's buttocks, protruding as she squatted in her room looking for clothes, were completely
reflected in the mirror.
A bewildered Rinko tugged at her underwear, which was sunken into her buttocks, and muttered, "Eh, I remember it's here
."
Oh my god! So amazing! Is this a woman's soft buttocks? First time seeing this! Tachibana Rikuro was shocked
. This scene instantly made his throat dry, and his breathing became irregular.
This...this doesn't look like a scene from a pornographic DVD, does it? Then the next part of the story is...no
...I'm not a pervert! Tachibana Rikuro screamed inwardly, his mind a jumble of conflicting thoughts.
"Hmm?" A soft moan escaped his lips. When he finally came to his senses, his hands
were already gripping Rinko's buttocks, which were protruding high as she knelt and crawled on the floor searching for the bottom shelf of the wardrobe. The
soft, warm touch was unmistakable; his palms pressed against Rinko's underwear, his fingers
sinking into her soft flesh.
"Riku-kun?" Rinko turned to look at Tachibana Rikuro, momentarily at a loss for what to do. He had no
idea when he had come over and touched her; it wasn't something he had consciously done.
"That…butt…ah~~"
Before Rinko could say anything to the boy, the pinched buttocks suddenly felt strange again.
Ahhh! What am I doing? Unconsciously, Tachibana Rikuro's hands squeezed her plump, round buttocks again
, sending a pleasant and exciting sensation back to his brain.
Rinko didn't show any anger or reprimand. She shifted her position, sitting sideways on the
floor, covering her mouth and laughing, "Just now, Lu Jun's friend emphasized that you're a big pervert... You really are a pervert, aren't you?"
"No, no!"
In his excitement, Tachibana Lu Lang could no longer control his impulse and actually pounced forward, pinning Rinko to the ground.
"Oh dear... Lu Jun, calm down..."
Rinko exclaimed in surprise. But how could the lust-fueled boy calm down? He impatiently ripped open
Rinko's close-fitting shirt, and a pair of round, bouncing, full breasts immediately appeared before his eyes.
"This... this is all Ms. Akiyama's fault!"
The boy grabbed the pair of full breasts, as if trying to squeeze out milk, forcefully pinching and squeezing the round,
soft orbs. And just grabbing them wasn't enough; he also wanted to lick and bite the grape-sized nipples.
Just as this lust-fueled boy lowered his body towards the nipples, Rinko suddenly raised her hand and grabbed
the erect penis under her basketball shorts. The boy was startled and immediately stopped what he was doing.
"I understand... I understand..."
Rinko smiled and said, "How about this, I'll help you ejaculate once first, then you should be able to calm down."
"You're here."
Tachibana Rikuro felt that Rinko's smile was different from her previous sunny and cheerful demeanor; it was now filled with a lewd and seductive allure.
He couldn't help but swallow.
Rinko's delicate hand gently pulled down the zipper of his pants, and his already impatient, thick penis
sprang out with a "pop," the glans touching his white, tender breasts. Tachibana Rikuro spread his legs, placing them
directly above Rinko's breasts, forcing her to support herself with her hands on the ground, slightly raising her upper body.
Everything happened too fast; the virgin boy, who was not experienced in love, was momentarily at a loss for how to react.
Rinko's small, purple lips parted slightly, and she extended her tongue, gently licking the purplish-red glans. Tachibana Rikuro
immediately felt his lower body stiffen, and his engorged penis trembled involuntarily.
"As expected of a young boy..."
Rinko licked the glans again, smiling seductively, "If this continues, things might get out of control,
hehe..."
"So amazing...it's so hard all over." Rinko spat out the penis, her eyes glazed over. Then she swallowed it again
, her gaze becoming hazy.
The boy's eyes were tightly closed, the sensitive glans of his virgin penis sending waves of wet, soft sensation through him, making him unable to
control himself, his body trembling slightly.
"Come on, is this okay?"
Rinko spat out the penis again, this time using her tongue to trace a line along the glans, licking from top
to bottom at the two testicles.
"Hmm?...Hmm...you're licking my testicles?"
The boy was surprised when Rinko opened her purple lips, gently sucked, and took one testicle into her mouth,
licking it with her tongue.
"This is okay..."
Tachibana Rikuro pushed Rinko's beautiful tongue away, then brought the glans to her purple lips again. Her luscious lips parted,
and her tongue darted out, pressing against the underside of his penis. With just a gentle thrust, the boy's penis slid into
Akiyama Rinko's mouth along her tongue.
Being a young man experiencing this for the first time, he couldn't resist the stimulation of deep throating. He tried to imitate
the movements in the DVD, arching his back and desperately trying to force his penis into Rinko's mouth, but he couldn't withstand
the tightness of her throat and uncontrollably ejaculated a large amount of semen.
"Ugh..." Rinko, caught off guard, grabbed the boy's thigh, her throat gently sliding as she
swallowed the semen.
"Ha...ha...it's all gone..." Rinko breathed heavily, her tongue still sticky with
milky white semen.
"How about...are you calming down a bit?" Composing herself, Rinko displayed that seductive smile again
, as if she had only done something ordinary, driving the boy almost mad.
"Oh...oh...how can I possibly calm down!" Tachibana Rikuro pounced on Rinko, hugging her waist,
his face full of anger as he scolded, "Lick like that, isn't it just making me even more excited?"
"Hehehe...I know~I know~"
A smile played on Rinko's lips as she suddenly stood up, shoving the boy to the ground, straddling
him with her legs forward.
Rinko loosened her hair, letting her long, thin purple hair sway and fall freely. She straddled the boy's
erect penis. "I really can't do anything with you, so I'll satisfy you, you perverted lecher."
"Miss Akiyama...I..." Tachibana Rikuro tried to say something, but Rinko's finger touched his lips, as if she
knew what he wanted to say.
"You can't tell your friends or uncles about this! You have to keep it a secret~" Rinko
said with a seductive smile. The hot, tall figure of the neighbor's wife was completely displayed before the boy's eyes.
"Okay!"
Rinko reached for her lower body, placing two fingers on her vulva and parting her labia to reveal
a wet, fleshy opening.
"See... this is a woman's... this is all of my little holes..." Rinko
said seductively with a lewd smile. She aligned her lower body with his erect penis and slowly straddled him.
"Ah..." Tachibana Rikuro let out a satisfied groan. After his penis struggled to squeeze into the wet, moist opening, his lower
body acted on its own, thrusting upwards... but couldn't get in?!
"The hole is so small..." It didn't seem as easy to insert as he had expected.
The boy's troubled expression amused Rinko, who laughed and said, "That's the urethra, move down a little
..."
"Ah! I'm sorry..." This was truly embarrassing; AVs hadn't taught him about this situation, and Tachibana Rikuro felt
very awkward. He had taken the initiative, yet he didn't know what to do. Actually, many virgins struggle with
the question of where their "hole" is during their first time.
Rinko gently pinched the boy's throbbing penis between her right index finger and thumb, slowly lowering it. Before Rinko could even
say it was okay, the boy had already become impatient. He thrust in again, this time aiming perfectly.
The wonderful pleasure of the wet, warm inner walls enveloping his penis instantly flooded his brain.
"Ah..." The sudden thrust made Rinko let out a shy moan.
"Don't be so direct," he scolded, but beneath the reproachful tone was a lewd expression of pleasure.
Rinko lowered herself, her beautiful purple lips pressed against Tachibana Rikuro's. The kiss was so sudden that his brain immediately went
blank. The wife's fragrant tongue also invaded his mouth, teasing the boy's oral cavity and tongue.
Mmm...mmm...
their tongues intertwined slightly, then Rinko released his mouth, clear saliva still connecting their
tongues. Rinko asked with a seductive smile, "Does it feel good like this?"
"So...so good..."
Tachibana Rikuro's expression faltered for a moment, then he suddenly gritted his teeth, stood up, and pounced on Rinko, who was sitting on him, forcefully grabbing
her ample breasts. At the same time, he thrust his lower body forward with all his might.
"I want to make Akiyama-san feel good too!"
The boy's sudden outburst caught Rinko off guard.
"Want me to feel even better? Come on..." Rinko said lewdly.
At this moment, Tachibana Rikuro only wanted to release his pent-up desire, lifting his buttocks and forcefully pushing against this seductive, fiery married woman.
A plain-length penis slid in and out between the beautiful labia of the married woman, Rinko, causing her juices to splatter everywhere.
Rinko opened her mouth wide, moaning lasciviously, "Ah...ha...you're such a good boy...just like that...mmm
...ah...push it in...my little hole...mmm ahhh..."
"Yes, this feels so good, keep going...mmm...this feels so good...ahhh..." Rinko
encouraged him lasciviously from time to time.
Although Tachibana Rikuro's performance was fierce at the beginning, he was still an inexperienced virgin, and his first experience with penetration
was with Rinko's exquisite vagina. The penis rubbed against her textured vaginal walls, and he couldn't control himself.
In just two minutes, he ejaculated inside Rinko's vagina.
"Really, you should have said something if you wanted to ejaculate. Now it's all inside me." Rinko
said somewhat unhappily. However, she seemed more concerned that the boy had ejaculated too early.
"I'm so sorry... but..." Tachibana Rikuro, his previous bravado gone, slumped to the ground, panting
heavily, and said, "...It was too fast... I couldn't help it..."
Rinko's face broke into a seductive smile again. She leaned forward and gently pushed the somewhat dazed boy down,
saying alluringly, "I see you're still not satisfied..."
"Huh? What... wait a minute..." Tachibana Rikuro was still catching his breath.
Rinko took out a green ointment packaged in a seashell, applied some to her hands, and
after drying them, she first grabbed the boy's droopy penis with her left hand, then placed her right hand on his buttocks, slowly
moving it downwards. Her slender, long middle finger, coated with ointment, pressed against Tachibana Rikuro's anus, inserted the ointment
, and gently massaged his prostate. Under the electric-like stimulation, his penis immediately became erect again.
"Eh?" Tachibana Rikuro was surprised by the miraculously restored penis before him; this change happened in an instant.
At this moment, he felt a surge of desire, as if he had been abstinent for many years. His scrotum swelled,
filled with semen.
Rinko turned around, her back to Tachibana Rikuro. She presented her full, round buttocks to his lower body, her slender, jade-like hands
pinching his revived penis and guiding it into her wet, honeyed orifice.
"This time, let's just insert it from behind. You can shoot as much as you want... in... oh..." The married woman said
obscenely as she pressed down her plump, white, round, tender buttocks, swallowing the boy's penis.
"Ah... the hardness is very... very good, you try to push harder too..." Rinko moved her hips,
her white buttocks playing with the penis, and Tachibana Rikuro also exerted appropriate force, thrusting his lower body upwards.
Due to the special drug, the boy's young penis no longer ejaculated prematurely. No matter how much he squeezed in Rinko's enchanting orifice
, he could not easily extract semen from it.
"Ah...mmm...it's so deep inside..."
Their bodies pushed and shoved each other for a while, until Tachibana Rikuro regained the initiative. He
got up again and pounced on Rinko, hugging her from behind, his hands naturally grabbing her breasts, their full breasts
deforming under his kneading.
Rinko followed his lead and lay down. Tachibana Rikuro's hands kneaded the married woman's large, white breasts, while Rinko simultaneously supported
her waist and pulled herself towards him, her lower body moving in tandem with his movements. Her plump buttocks slapped against his lower abdomen,
making lewd slapping sounds, and obscene fluids splashed everywhere from the friction between his penis and her vagina,
spilling onto the floor.
Without any technique, Tachibana Rikuro's mind was only focused on thrusting forward hard; the once innocent
boy was now like a sex machine, mercilessly pumping in and out of the married woman's cunt. Under this brutal, relentless thrusting,
Rinko's face contorted with repeated orgasms, saliva dribbling from her purple lips without
her noticing.
"I...I'm going to cum again...la la la la!" Her lower body tensed, instinctively her hands
gripping her large, full breasts tightly, leaving bright red handprints.
"Come on...cum in me..." the married woman cried out lasciviously. Her vagina swallowed his high-quality semen,
this time filling her uterus completely. Perhaps her body was too sensitive, allowing her to feel a
sticky sensation in her stomach, a feeling she couldn't resist.
Perhaps, before this, she only wanted to absorb the man's vital energy. But at some point, she
became incapable of thinking; the violent orgasms left her mind blank, wanting only to enjoy
the man's violence and semen. This was the succubus's constitution; a sensitive and lascivious heart would instantly fill the host's soul
, thus irresistibly transforming the host.
Afterwards, the energetic young man and the lustful, thirsty young woman indulged in passionate acts in every corner of the house.
The cold floor, the soft sofa, the cramped toilet and bathroom, even the windowsill, the back of the door
, and… our bed—all bore the marks of their frenzied lovemaking.
After several rounds of intense passion, Tachibana Rikuro finally collapsed, his once swollen scrotum completely deflated.
He didn't even want to get dressed before falling into Rinko's arms, drowsy.
Looking at the powerless young man in her arms, Rinko smiled sweetly, "How was it… satisfied?"
"Yes…" Tachibana Rikuro answered weakly. He felt numb and weak all over, tired and sleepy but
unable to fall asleep.
Rinko carried him to the sofa and began cleaning up the mess left by their passion. Only
after Tachibana Rikuro's family returned home did Rinko help the swaying young man to his feet and see him out.
"Well… goodbye then," Rinko said playfully. Unlike Tachibana Rikuro, she showed no signs of fatigue
; on the contrary, her face was radiant and she was even more energetic.
"Uh... umm. Ah," the boy replied weakly, still somewhat dazed. As if still waking from a dream
, she walked listlessly back to her house.
After watching the boy leave, she immediately closed the door. All her previous alluring and wanton demeanor vanished; her face flushed
, and she looked embarrassedly at a spot on the ceiling where a
miniature camera was hidden.
"...Honey, is this okay?"
[To be continued]

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