[Slave Anime - Ayu's Training Tournament Journey] (Side Story)

The enslavement anime—Ayu's Training Tournament Journey (Side Story)

—is surprisingly blatant. I looked at the two tall, mature

beauties in transparent cheongsams standing before the gate. The long-haired beauty on the left, wearing a choker, smiled and lowered her head; her full breasts

were clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her cheongsam, a deep red hue.

"Guests, please present your invitations." The soft voice was quite pleasant.

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

" The "Trainer Exchange Conference Invitation" stated: Wherever desire exists, there will be trainers, regardless of

gender , age, or race. The only difference is professional versus non-professional. Only

trainers of D-rank or higher, recognized by the system, can enter with official status.

In my imagination, such occasions would probably be filled with gloomy adults or lecherous

old men grabbing wanton women for orgys. Unfortunately, reality cruelly presented me with a different story.

A group of people, impeccably dressed and dressed like nobles, moved about in the magnificent hall, politely and privately

forming small circles to exchange ideas. How could such a high-class, salon-style meeting

be held in this setting?

After showing me the inexplicable A-rank dominatrix rank awarded to me by the system, I was

led by an extremely enthusiastic host to a small private room on the second floor, accompanied by a respectfully beautiful and attentive maid.

"Sir, would you like some special aphrodisiacs?" Her bent-over posture seemed to expose her ample breasts

, but the faintly visible deep red nipples clearly showed they had been used and played with countless times, which didn't interest me at all,

given how spoiled I was by Chizuru and Saeko.

"For example?" I asked casually.

"Whips, electric vibrators, candles, vibrators, specially designed uniforms, and even various torture devices

can be provided." The mature female host, without batting an eye, listed these cruel and obscene items, obediently

awaiting my response.

"Master... Izumi, please don't use those weird things on me." Before I could speak,

the blonde beauty who had been quietly dozing in my arms looked at me with pleading eyes, shaking my arm and

rubbing her slightly full and firm breasts against me in a coquettish manner.

"Actually... using a tool occasionally can feel quite nice." In contrast,

Kuroyukihime, sitting on the other side of my lap, squirmed restlessly. However, this struggle only made my

fingers, which were already deep inside her black lace dress, more comfortable as they thrust in and out of her honey-secreting cave. She tried to maintain a calm expression, but her deep red

eyes revealed a charming lust. The elegant Kuroyukihime breathed heavily and slowly squeezed

my bulging tent with her smooth, black-stockinged legs, saying retaliatoryly,

"This so-called exchange conference is probably not just about chatting and making friends, is it?" While teasing

the cute pet I had brought out, she casually asked the maid.

"Yes." Seeing that I was completely uninterested in

the ramblings —about "training," "SM," "sex toys," and "beauty dogs," the waiter continued, "

Actually, the main purpose of this exchange conference is to improve the skills of all the trainers and exchange experiences.

You can't truly understand something just through words, so the organizers have provided special materials for limited-time

practice ." "Even so, there must be rewards for this kind of selfless competition, otherwise it wouldn't be able to

proceed normally." While I was still considering whether to participate, the long-haired beauty in black, whose black dress was almost soaked from my unconscious

movements and play, wrapped her arms around my neck,

cleverly getting to the point.

"Yes." The waiter looked at the aloof and elegant girl, who was only focused on asking me for a kiss and a reward, with a slightly surprised expression

, and continued talking to herself. "Every year, the organizers collect materials from all over the world

for practical use. If you perform well enough in the competition within your rank and win, you will

unconditionally gain ownership of the materials and receive an excellent prize from the organizers." "What's

the prize ?" I couldn't help but lift Kuroyukihime's wet long skirt and aimed directly at her pink and tempting honey hole,

slowly thrusting in. Glug glug, the tight, wet, and hot honey hole of the fourteen-year-old girl squeezed me for unparalleled

pleasure. At the same time, her slippery and slender legs rubbed against my waist, indicating that she should take the initiative to

elegantly manipulate me like a girl riding a horse. Meanwhile, I comfortably sighed, my hands stroking the sofa.

"The prizes are different for different ranks. If you participate in the A-rank competition,

this ." She looked enviously at

the scene of my thick penis going in and out of the girl's narrow honey hole, splashing juices, and pointed to the picture flashing on the screen in front of her.

I hesitated for a moment, then said, "Triplets?" The older sister had long, light brown hair, a firm,

full chest, and looked anxiously at the people outside the cage. She tightly hugged her younger sister, a girl with shoulder-length light brown hair who looked slightly

cute and innocent. There was also a girl with a similarly delicate face, clearly an elementary school student radiating childlike innocence.

The three extremely similar beauties all wore the same school uniform; the pink school skirts, on women of different temperaments, created

an irresistible, alluring temptation.

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

"No, it's not like that." The usually quiet and docile waiter revealed a mischievous smile. "These three women

are actually three generations of a family. Although I don't know the specifics, the youngest girl is indeed the daughter of the short-haired girl.

The long-haired, gentle one is the mother of the youngest girl's mother." "Are you kidding me?" Even my two

beautiful female sex slaves looked surprised in unison. I thought I had caught the biggest flaw.

"That cute girl in the middle, she's definitely still a virgin, how could she already be a mother

?"

"That's a secret." The mature waitress, who annoyed me, just smiled and changed the subject. "Are you

sure you want to participate in this A-level competition, sir?" "That's..." Coming back to my senses, I suddenly noticed that Kuroyukihime

's flushed cheeks showed excitement, her tongue involuntarily sticking out like a puppy panting,

her long, smooth black hair swinging and cascading over my face. The girl's tender vulva, along with her uterus, suddenly

trembled and contracted deeply, a small stream of hot fluid hitting my glans. With a "natural" spit, I...

He gripped Kuroyukihime's exposed, white buttocks tightly, thrusting in relentlessly. A gurgling sound

emanated from their point of contact. Kuroyukihime finally couldn't bear it any longer, tilting her pointed chin back and letting out a captivating moan. Her body,

clad in convulsed unsteadily as she received the scalding semen, releasing a gush of love fluid to neutralize it.

So comfortable…

Of course, the grand finale wouldn't begin immediately. What was happening now was a series of lists appearing on the electronic screen

. Items auctioned by various trainers flashed by like flowing water; the exchange of "

items "props" was nothing unusual.

Unfortunately, for me, there was nothing truly useful.

Leaving aside the series of "?? drugs": greatly stimulating female sensitivity, or "oo drugs" to enhance male

stamina all sorts of aphrodisiacs, drugs, and other such rubbish—

they were completely trained into inferior female bitches who only knew how to horny, sagging-breasted cows,

sex toys, and other things that had been played with and broken.

It took me a while to finally pique my interest in the "raw materials." Here, "raw materials" doesn't refer to strange

stones or leather, but rather to women I'd just captured, untouched by any training or violation.

Having already acquired several exceptionally beautiful female pets, and having transformed

into a gigantic, soft-bodied tentacle creature possessing countless beautiful women, my tastes had become quite discerning. Although even the worst of

the raw materials would be considered "beauties" in my original world, I

swept them aside without a second glance, until I reached the very top, the "number one" item.

Is this Isayama Yomi...?

The image shows a slender girl whose limbs are tightly bound by silver metal chains. Her long, black hair

is draped in the air, and her eyes are closed as if she is in a deep sleep. A white

stone is embedded in her forehead, adding a touch of strange "toy-like" allure. Her black top only reaches slightly below her chest,

revealing her fair and slender waist and cute navel. Her buttocks, covered by a short skirt, are clearly more prominently displayed. Her

fair and slender legs are encased in black stockings, making me feel an irresistible urge to defile her.

"Eh..." The blonde beauty, trying her best to be obedient, made sucking sounds with her sweet, smooth little tongue,

and looked confused. "Master, do you really like the mature older sister with black hair...?" Her voice was muffled and cute because she was

diligently , so I didn't even bother to answer. Instead, I stuffed my swollen

penis into the blonde girl's wet little mouth and slowly and comfortably began to thrust in and out.

The strange sensation of her white, strong teeth grinding against my penis, the girl's happy tongue wrapping around and licking my wet mouth, especially her princess-like golden

hair and innocent expression, excited me so much that I thrust even harder. Again and again, I slammed my penis into the innocent

blonde girl's little mouth, the purplish glans hitting her throat with a thud, the girl's uncomfortable frown

and whimpering swaying, all of this gave me great stimulation.

I gurgled and gurgled as I bestowed large amounts of white, cloudy semen upon the lowly, lewd blonde bitch, and her happy yet

sad panting was the best proof of my actions.

"Are you really sure you want to buy this item?" Upon hearing my purpose, the attendant displayed an extremely complex and

exaggerated expression, a mixture of mockery and...fear?

"Is there a problem? Although the price tag of 25,000 RMB is indeed expensive, it's not to

the point where I can't afford it.

" "You misunderstand me." She paused. "This item is undoubtedly top-notch by all

standards, but it doesn't possess the normal qualities to be tamed." "???" "How should I put it..."

She thought for a moment with considerable difficulty, then pointed to the section filled with wild beasts like wolves and lions among the pets, and said, "

For some reason, this girl cannot accept any training. As soon as she is unrestrained, she will attack everything

around her . Moreover, even if you force her with violence, it will only cause the Killing Stone to explode

. In fact, the association is quite troubled about purchasing such an item." "I see..." I paused

for a moment , then continued.

"Then I'll buy her." "Okay, here you go..." She reacted, her face showing

disbelief . Seeing me calmly teasing the blonde, she could only helplessly reply.

"We'll place the order for you now. Please wait a moment, the goods will be delivered to you shortly." When several silent, tense

, burly men carried over the tightly sealed iron cage, I couldn't help but feel that my wise choice was

worthwhile . Her face was even more delicate and fair than on the screen, her serene and peaceful long hair and classical lady-like

temperament, like Sleeping Beauty, made me involuntarily reach out my finger to gently pinch her pale cheek.

Snap!

Even with my usually thick skin, I broke out in a cold sweat. If I hadn't instinctively pulled my hand back, my

finger would probably have snapped like that little piece of my nail.

The girl before me was clearly awake—no, rather than awakened, she was utterly insane. Her

black pupils glowed with a blood-red light, as if about to shed tears of blood. Her slightly parted, deep red

lips, seemingly alluring, had almost bitten off my entire hand. Her fair, sealed hand was

adorned with nails. The beautiful girl, named Isayama Yomi, surveyed her surroundings like a demon,

emitting threatening whimpers.

Truly… a real eyesore, but this kind of pose… seems quite interesting to play with…

perhaps .

"Guest, do you still want it? If you change your mind now, you can get a half-price refund."

The servant, who had been watching quietly, wore a mocking expression.

"No need… I'm satisfied." Indeed, I was satisfied. Even though it was just the girl's clean, white teeth

lightly touching my nails, I had successfully incorporated this insane beauty into my

cheat code.

Name: ??? Affection Points -999, Friendship Points -999. This is the first time I've ever seen a negative number

. But why is there a question mark for the name? Could it be that this woman has gone so mad and desperate that she has forgotten

her own name? ...

Amidst the trembling giant and the mature female servant's gazes as if I were a madman, I smiled and once again

reached for the bars of the iron cage.

*Chirp...slurp...* To their astonishment, the black-haired girl, who had clearly gone mad, obediently

narrowed her eyes, which shimmered with a faint red light, and obediently stretched out her head to gently lick my palm.

Like a docile little animal showing affection to its master, this gesture from a beautiful, fully developed black-haired girl

felt incredibly pleasurable.

"Stop licking...haha...my hand is so itchy..." The beast-like beauty before me looked innocently

puzzled, but as if she had received praise, she became even more excited, her black hair swaying wildly as she slowly slid her

red, tender tongue across my palm, occasionally putting her large fingers into her mouth and sucking them with a soft, slurping sound. "Unseal it," I said calmly

to the dumbfounded staff member beside me, withdrawing my wet, saliva-covered hand . 　　"But..." The burly man's expression shifted with a strange, unwilling look. "If this madwoman is an imposter, we'll all be killed!" "Unlock it." I emphasized again, slightly annoyed. "Do you intend to break the agreement ?" "Yes." Despite their resentment and fear, they tiptoed and quietly took out the key, unlocking the shackles engraved with various intricate patterns. To their relief, Izayama Yomi simply tilted her head, quietly observing everything, without any urge to attack. 　　Click. Perhaps due to being tightly bound for so long, the moment the shackles were unlocked, the girl in the black dress and black hair collapsed the ground with a thud. Her fair arms seemed to slide on the ground uncontrollably, unable to support her. Her long, beautiful legs were crossed, revealing the fair skin at the base of her thighs. She tried to stand up in confusion, a tall, mature beauty, yet she moved as if swimming on land—it was utterly adorable. 　　I couldn't resist grabbing her from the ground and lifting her by her slender waist. She obediently spread her legs and wrapped them around my waist , her arms around my neck, hanging on me like a teddy bear. Her full, firm breasts pressed against my chest, making me eager to sit on the sofa. I reached into the crevice of her black dress and her chest, carefully playing with and kneading them. She instinctively twisted her body restlessly, the friction of her fair skin further stimulating my desire. 　　"You guys can go out now." I took a breath and said to the bystanders standing to the side, " Call me when it's time for the competition." I didn't just play with the obedient black-haired girl directly. After removing her black skirt and carefully examining her delicate labia between her legs to see if her hymen was still intact and if there were any , I breathed a sigh of relief. Even though I knew the "material" was absolutely original and hadn't been played with at all, I still had to check it myself before I could feel at ease. I have a habit of collecting some equally excellent and innocent beautiful girls and then playing with and deflowering them all at once. So, I carefully explored and played with Isayama Yomi's fair and delicate body. After putting her down, I spread her legs and thrust into the sleeping Kuroyukihime from behind. To my delight, the cold and alluring girl, though asleep, instinctively in sync with my thrusts. Her wet, tight vagina slowly gripped and manipulated my invading penis. The already thirsty blonde girl smiled happily and sank into my other hard penis, moaning comfortably as she worked. The dazed Isayama Yomi, wearing a black dress that was half-open, revealing most of her breasts , leaned weakly against me, panting slightly, as I thoroughly played with her body. 　　"What do you think true discipline should be like?" The old man, who looked to have a full head of white hair but was still vigorous, asked suddenly after a long silence. 　　"Since Master Shuai Dai is testing us, I think it's probably about preserving their true nature while making them believe they're right, and using their lewd bodies to please their master," a strange young man named "Murakoshi" answered. 　　"No, I think it's about developing their latent sacred qualities, perfectly sculpting them, and then fully enjoying their holy aura and wanton bodies. This sacred mixture of pollution is the perfect chaos," 　　a masked man dressed as a doctor, calling himself "Sunspot," mumbled in response. 　　"Big breasts are the key," a middle-aged man who had been silent suddenly interjected. 　　"Yu-kun, what do you think?" Master Shuai Dai nodded noncommittally, then suddenly asked me. 　　What the hell… this A-rank rating is just from cheating; I don't know any real training techniques! 　　Of course, I couldn't answer like that; instead, I maintained a calm and inscrutable demeanor. 　　"Everyone has their own principles, so let's prove right and wrong through practice!" "Good!" The seemingly old and handsome master suddenly clapped his hands in praise, "Practice is the sole criterion for proving truth. Let's see who is more skillful in this competition . This time, I've obtained some very rare material." 　　He clapped his hands excitedly, and as the soft sound of cloth shoes stepping on the floor rang out, an extremely quiet and beautiful black-haired girl emerged from the dark corner. 　　Despite her outstanding appearance, exquisite features, fair skin, and long black hair, she wore a black dress like a church nun. Her dark, murky eyes and calm, indifferent expression gave her an air of deep despair. 　　"This woman..." Sunspot showed a rather infatuated expression, "She's like a dark angel banished to the mortal world." Murakoshi, standing beside him, also showed a slight excitement. 　　"I'm withdrawing." The taciturn Master Qin glanced at me, took out a glass bottle shimmering with purple light from his pocket, placed it on the table, and turned to leave. "I have absolutely no interest in women with breasts that aren't even an E cup. This is my wager for the competition." "Sigh, you." The handsome master looked helpless and continued speaking to those of us who remained. 　　"The rules are the same as in previous years. To be fair, no excessive touching or violation of the material is allowed. As long as the material reaches orgasm, you win. So, begin." "Wait," I suddenly felt like I'd missed something. "Does the competition require wagers?" "Of course." The handsome master, looking at me like I was an alien, carefully explained, "Everyone participating in the A-level competition will take out a prop corresponding to their identity as a wager to give to the final winner." He continued as if suddenly enlightened . 　　"If you haven't prepared a gift, Yu-kun, it's said that our auction house has been successfully tamed by you..."

"This is definitely a good first choice!" This old geezer must have planned this all along! No wonder that waiter

stammered and deliberately missed the point... I couldn't even muster up any contempt; instead, I felt quite pleased. Hey,

getting a woman to orgasm, I probably can't lose.

The first one was Sunspot. A psychology expert, he calmly walked up. Due to

the , we couldn't hear what he was saying, but judging from the girl's still indifferent and numb attitude, it probably wasn't

working. Then he seemed to understand something and simply took out a series of props from the toolbox next to him: a whip,

candles, a collar, and a strange cloth patch connected to wires. He then used these props one by one

on the silent girl who showed no fear. The variety of his methods and the subtle stimulation of his words broadened my

horizons .

A hazy, pinkish smoke filled the room, the candlelight dripping hot onto the girl's rounded buttocks.

Even through her nun-like black dress, the bloody welts from the whip were visible.

The fabric covering her full breasts and open genitals emitted a familiar blue glow through the electrical wires. Sweat

and blood mingled as the whip lashed her body, but despite this torture, the girl remained

silent . It wasn't just for show; she was genuinely indifferent. I keenly noticed that even Master Kuroko

was showing signs of fatigue and excitement, but the black-haired girl showed no emotion or stimulation.

Clearly defeated, Kuroko silently emerged, unwilling to utter a word. He merely gave

Master Shuai a deep look, placed a card-like piece of paper on the table, and left.

Although seeing Kuroko's defeat made Murakoshi serious, he still confidently strode into

the soundproofed room.

The process was much faster than I expected. When we saw Murakoshi force the girl to look him in the eye, and then

a strange aura seemed to emanate from him, Murakoshi let out a shrill scream, covered his eyes,

and scrambled out.

Just as he was about to escape, Master Shuai Dai suddenly grabbed his arm tightly, locking his struggling body

like . "Although we've known each other for many years, rules are rules." "Here you go!"

Murakoshi roared, throwing a strange prop resembling a black pistol onto the table, and then ran away.

Judging from the blood flowing from between his tightly closed eyes and his covered hands, he was seriously injured.

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

I swallowed hard, feeling for the first time that I no longer had complete confidence in victory. However, based on the failures of the previous three? Two people

, I had roughly guessed some of the reasons.

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

"It's not that simple." Master Shuai nodded with apparent satisfaction. "

When I captured this girl named Asagami Fujino, she had congenital insensitivity to pain. However, this

isn't a problem for us A-level professionals. For example, Murakoshi noticed this and tried to use hypnosis to make her feel pain,

but it triggered a hidden power within her, causing a backlash.

Her eyesight . The most important thing in training this child isn't physical, but mental!" I

vaguely understood what he meant. Whether it's using forceful and lewd manipulation to completely destroy her thinking ability and

turn her into a puppet, or carefully comforting and persuading her to guide her onto the right path of sex,

both are skillful solutions for a trainer. However, the closed and limited nature of this competition has made this a headache

. Master Shuai knew this, which is why he generously offered this advice.

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

me, awaiting my instructions.

I simply smiled slightly, took the girl's delicate, fair hand, and gently stroked it, feeling the smoothness of her

skin. The handsome master merely glanced disdainfully at my apparent attempt to "play the sentimental card," but he suddenly noticed

incredulously , with my touch, the girl's lifeless, dark eyes suddenly shone with an indescribable brilliance,

her calm body trembled involuntarily, and a blush spread across her pale cheeks and skin. She

couldn't help but entwine her legs, reaching under her skirt to knead herself, involuntarily uttering

strange sounds like "Ugh... Uh... Ah!" I couldn't help but be secretly astonished; with only ten percent of

my desire, she already seemed on the verge of orgasm. Perhaps it was because she had never experienced touch before, making

her sensitivity to stimulation unparalleled.

She sobbed, her body tensing, her waist arching as she looked at me questioningly, "It's so strange...why...

this feeling...what is it...?" "This is love..." I replied calmly. The poor

girl seemed satisfied with the answer, throwing her head back and letting out a high-pitched scream before convulsing in contentment and falling into a deep sleep.

The ground beneath her black gauze skirt was already soaked...

"Legend has it that masters who have reached the limits of the path of discipline can tame women through language, gestures, and slight contact

. I always thought it was just a legend, but I never thought I would witness such a miracle in my lifetime! 'If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die

content in the evening!'" To my surprise, this lewd and perverted old man revealed an extremely firm and sacred

look in his eyes, like the faith of a martyr.

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

He made no attempt to cheat, directly handing me the rewards.

Angel Summoning Card: An Angel Summoning Card meticulously crafted by the succubus mentor Sunspot, intended to summon an angel

for discipline.

"H" Potion: The final version of a drug Qin Shou once used on a busty policewoman. When applied to women, it

transforms into erotic beasts that maintain normal sanity and are unique to the user.

"Hypnosis Induction Machine 2.0": A well-known hypnotic artifact, but unfortunately, it can only

be used on normal humans with a will/spirit level not exceeding 10.

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

In a spacious and luxurious villa.

"Sir, if you would be willing to release my mother and daughters, we would be extremely grateful."

She bowed deeply to me, revealing her full, firm breasts, yet she looked like a seventeen-year-old long-haired girl pleading softly.

"How will you thank me?" I asked casually, reclining comfortably on the familiar sofa, looking at

the three girls, each with a different temperament and figure, all with equally sweet and lovely faces.

"My husband, Akio Furukawa, will definitely be willing to give everything." Seeing my nonchalant

expression , she hurriedly continued like a child, "I can also provide you with free morning glory bread."

Seeing this girl who was still so cute and adorable despite already having a child, I couldn't help

but suddenly pull her into my arms while she was flustered, ignoring her weak struggles, burying my head in

her soft, sweet breasts and breathing comfortably.

"As far as I know, you will become my slaves because Mr. Akio owes a large amount of gambling debts and is using

you as collateral." "Please don't do this, sir." She gently resisted my manipulation, her delicate

skin rubbing against my body through her pink dress, her long chestnut hair making my heart itch,

a feeling of happiness welling up inside me, and I held her soft body tightly, refusing to let go. This virtuous and

gentle married woman, this beautiful young woman, made me, who was meeting her for the first time, involuntarily become intoxicated.

"Although Akio did make a mistake, my daughter and I are willing to forgive him." Sanae, exuding an

alluring , revealed a gentle expression, gently stroking my back and whispering, "Sir, you also yearn for happiness

, don't you? Even if you force us to stay here, we and sir will not be happy, because Sanae already

has someone she loves." Looking at the woman radiating a gentle and holy glow, for the first time, I felt an

intense feeling of jealousy, a feeling of shame rising from the bottom of my heart, and I even had the urge to release them and let

them continue to live happily.

"Daddy can't let Sanae's mom go!" Just as I reluctantly pulled away from her embrace, preparing to force

myself to let them go to their own happiness, the cute, innocent little

girl suddenly said.

"Daddy???" I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and seeing the equally

surprised , I realized I wasn't hallucinating.

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

!"

the little girl continued in her childish voice, "In the future, it was because Daddy was soft-hearted that that bad

man continued to hurt the two moms, causing them to be heartbroken and desperate in the end!" "Daddy would never do such a

thing." Even after hearing this news that was basically a matter of fate, the short-haired beauty's cheeks

flushed looked angry.

"I see..." I remained silent. This... was the best excuse, wasn't it? I slowly took out the item for winning the A-level competition from my

pocket , aimed it at the three beautiful mothers and daughters who looked frightened, and guiltily

pulled the trigger.

"I'm sorry, this is for...our happiness." Looking at the blank,

dark, and lifeless eyes of the mother and daughter, who were as lovely as sisters, I felt for the first time that something important had broken in my heart.

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

"Mmm...uh...right now...Mommy..." A strange, indistinct voice responded.

The cute girl with shoulder-length chestnut hair looked lovingly at the boy lying quietly beneath her. She twisted her slender and alluring body,

her fair hands supporting herself on the boy's rough palms, their fingers tightly clasped together. With the slow thrusting of her slender waist,

her pink and tight honey hole tightly enveloped the thick and hard penis. A buzzing

sound came from behind her snow-white and round buttocks. A smaller and more delicate chestnut-haired girl lay comfortably on top of her, using a double-headed electric dildo to violate

the girl's mother's anus. From the back, one could clearly see that the little girl's tender abdomen was slightly bulging, and

her small anus was torn into a cruel and strange hole. Blood scabs had already formed near the torn anus, but the little

girl obviously did not care. She was just enjoying the pleasure of sex comfortably and happily.

"Nagisa, your technique has improved again!" Feeling the increasingly intense movements of the girl beneath me, her soft, warm

womb seemed to consciously tighten around my penis, the juicy walls of her flesh occasionally triggering a soft, stimulating squeezing

sensation. I couldn't help but praise her.

"This is for... Daddy..." Nagisa showed a happy expression upon receiving praise, and served her younger father even more

diligently . Her flowing chestnut-brown short hair, the sweat and saliva

she exuded, her young, fair naked body dancing, and the long, beautiful legs tightly gripping my waist made me unable to resist

ejaculating my first wave of semen that morning.

"Breakfast is here." A beautiful girl with similarly chestnut-brown hair, her long hair cascading down to her waist, unconcernedly revealed her

even fuller, more alluring figure, walking in wearing a naked apron. With each movement, the chestnut-brown forest between her thighs was clearly

visible , her full, round breasts swaying back and forth, making me subconsciously grab and squeeze those full breasts.

"Bad husband..." The long-haired beauty blushed, still happily throwing herself onto the soft

bed, rolling to my side, and looking up to carefully observe

the area where her delicate daughter and husband had intertwined, splattering with love juice.

"Mommy... don't look..." Nagisa, still retaining common sense, couldn't help but cry out shyly.

"Honey, it's time for breakfast." Sanae gently played the role of a wife, obediently lying

next to , deliberately ignoring the white, tender breasts that I was pinching and playing with, and said softly.

"Where's breakfast? I don't see it." I deliberately showed a surprised expression.

As my gaze fell, the pure and cute girl's face flushed, and she said softly, "Sanae

has already brought breakfast!" I looked down and was surprised to find that the labia that her owner's white, tender fingers were gently pointing at

seemed to be wrapped with something, slightly bulging. Was it a vibrator? I suppressed my excitement and slipped my hand inside

the young married woman's delicate labia. My fingers teased her, a wet and tight sensation constantly rubbing against them.

Sanae suddenly couldn't help but open her mouth, her legs clamping tightly around my arm, letting out a plaintive moan. I

clearly felt a gush of wet liquid gushing from her beautiful opening, splashing onto my palm.

"So Sanae is this sensitive, she even squirted. And what are these balls?" I gently

breathed into the ear of this beauty I had dreamed of. Sanae blushed and clamped my arm tightly between her long, white legs,

saying, "These are the balls Sanae masturbated with all night! And they've been mixed with all sorts of sauces." I finally understood.

"What does 'beautiful enough to be a feast for the eyes' mean now?" The alluring, mature beauty eased her tension

, gently kneeling beside my chest, her finger pointing to the third orifice of her female body. Only then did I realize

that a red sausage was inserted into the girl's high, pert buttocks. I swallowed hard, unable to resist

my lust, and forcefully pulled out the arm-thick sausage. Sanae let out a groan of pain. I could clearly see that her tight

anus didn't close as the foreign object left her body; instead, a delicate opening was slightly revealed. I grabbed a spicy

sausage , pulled back the covers, and laid the goddess, the center of attention, on the bed in a doggy-style position. Aiming at her swollen,

plump buttocks, I thrust in hard. A tight, dry sensation, unlike her vagina, felt like countless tiny insects

squeezing inside. I roared, gathering all my strength, and with Sanae's pained face and tears, I

plunged deep into the beauty's anus. The thought of the beautiful young married woman others dreamed of

serving me with her rear end fueled my urge to thrust harder.

"Husband, don't be so rough, waah..." The chestnut-haired beauty

moaned, her full, firm breasts swaying, sweet milk gushing out

with . This submissive, weak appearance further fueled my lust. I devoured the hot sausage,

thrusting into her tight, hot anus—it was an exhilarating experience.

Xiaozhu and Xiaoxi also revealed their charming expressions, climbed up to their mother, and bit one of

her breasts, slowly enjoying their breakfast. A heartwarming scene of the four of them eating breakfast together was painted

on the canvas.

Indeed... this is my happiness.

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