Corrupted Youmu-chan

Night, the steps of Hakugyokurou.
A flurry of cherry blossoms fell, creating a shower of petals. In this rain, the pale green skirt of the kendo uniform adorned the
sculpted, shapely legs of the gardener, swaying with each step, carrying her petite figure towards
the top of the stairs along with the falling blossoms.
A scabbard, more imposing than her height, hung at her waist. Her hands, more delicate than the falling petals, caressed the hilt. Even as petals stung her hair, staining her neat, silver-white short hair with a vibrant sheen, she maintained her posture, climbing the stairs step by step.
The lamplight flickered, and gusts of night wind blew, causing the darkness and light to alternate. Amidst the flickering lamplight, the gardener paused, tossing her hair to shake off the traces of the cherry blossom rain.
The gardener of Hakugyokurou, Youmu, gripped the hilt of her sword. With a slight tremor of the metal, a cold glint flashed across the scabbard.
A petal, fluttering from her hair, lightly touched the blade, turning into two withered blossoms. The clear blade reflected the scene Youmu had witnessed—at the end of the long staircase, a figure identical to her stood beneath the flickering lamplight.
"Oh dear, I told you it wasn't this dangerous~ Main Body, you're always like this..." The night breeze subsided, the lights rekindled, and in the firelight, the figure spoke slowly. Their attire and faces were completely identical; only the contrast of white and green skirts and red and blue eyes distinguished them.
That was her half-spirit, Mochi, who should have been inseparable from her, but mysteriously disappeared several months ago. She reappeared yesterday evening, taking human form and impersonating her to attack Lady Yuyuko while she was bathing… “Who knows? I don’t know what happened, and I don’t care what you say or do. After all, no matter what, as long as I kill you, everything will be fine.” In the messy bathroom, besides Lady Yuyuko, her face flushed and slumped on the floor, there was only a letter she had left behind. The letter invited her to meet here now.
Swords were drawn, their cold gleams pointing directly at the figure on the steps. The two, once inseparable, now faced each other with swords drawn.
“We are one, Main Body, or rather… you wouldn’t cut yourself, would you?” The half-spirit took a large gulp of water from the jug, wiping her wet lips with her fingers. She raised the hilt of her sword, flicked open the scabbard, and the cold, sharp blade gleamed in the light.
The lights flickered, and in a blur, the two seemed to take two steps closer, stepping together onto the platform where they rested between the stairs, facing each other with inches between them.
"Of course—of course I will! You did something irreversible, you attacked Lady Yuyuko, how could I possibly let you go... Why? Why did you attack Lady Yuyuko!?" Taking a step forward, Youmu questioned angrily, swinging the scabbard of her short sword, gripping the hilt, two cold, clear flashes of light, one long and one short, approached from afar, startling a flock of birds in the treetops.
"Why? Hmph... I've been cooking and taking care of that lazy woman as usual, but what did she say? She said I'm not Youmu, and that I should obediently return to your side—then I'll just have to let her face the truth~"
The flashes of the blades were so close that they could see their reflections through the blades, and a gentle night breeze made their skirts sway in the wind.
*Clang—
* Stepping forward, she held her blade level. With a crisp clash of swords, the cold light of the blades shifted and recoiled, and petals, cleaved in two, fell to the ground. As
the light faded, a tear appeared in the half-spirit's close-fitting sword uniform, and beneath the tear, faint bloodstains obscured the fair complexion of her skin.
"Tsk, ah, so strong. As expected of the original, you're on a completely different level from me..." "Having abandoned faith and loyalty, your filthy skills are naturally no match for me—surrender, and I'll take you to apologize to Lady Yuyuko."
Before her slightly trembling hand could once again hold the sword, a cold wind stopped before her neck. Youmu held her blade level, the icy touch against the half-spirit's chin.
But that couldn't stop the half-spirit from curling her lips into a malicious smile.
"Surrender?...Huh? Oh dear...Aren't you just going to kill me already? Main body? If you don't kill me...then there's no chance?" Despite the disparity, a faint crimson hue still seeped from Youmu's dark green dress that covered her chest...That's right, just as the half-spirit said, they were originally one. As long as they got close to each other, injuring the half-spirit would essentially be no different from Youmu harming herself.
Seemingly having grasped this point, the half-spirit appeared quite at ease—even openly lifting her short skirt and touching her pure white panties that outlined her full petals with her fingers.
"You, you think I don't... huh..."
The light flickered for a moment, and the instant the light returned, the steady, still sword light trembled slightly... Half-spirit fingers peeled back the pink panties covering her, spreading her legs wide as if deliberately showing off, letting the moist, pink petals be fully displayed, her fingertips circling and playing with the rosy, excited clitoris—such a lewd posture, yet it made Youmu unable to look away, her tense body, which had been focused, was instantly filled with a tingling, itchy current spreading from her lower abdomen, and she involuntarily squeezed her legs together and lowered her posture...
"Hmph, I wouldn't do something so suicidal~ Compared to swordsmanship, my immature body is too easy to deal with—"
Clang—
accompanied by the words, another crisp sound of metal clashing, swords crossed, the cold longsword slipped from her hand and fell down the steps.
Youmu stared blankly at the fallen blade, the lewd posture of lightly touching pink lips in her peripheral vision made her face blush with a beautiful pink.
Something was wrong. It should be the same body, but she felt herself being overwhelmed by this unfamiliar pleasure she'd never experienced before. Forget wielding a sword like a half-spirit; her limp, powerless body even made standing difficult.
Clenching her teeth, Youmeng tried to suppress a soft cry, struggling to calm her increasingly hot breaths. She forced her trembling, shapely legs to deliver a high kick aimed directly at the other's face—but the sluggish movement was easily caught by the half-spirit, who spread her legs wide and slammed her heavily to the ground.
Something's not right... something's not right... Youmu felt dizzy, even though she was struggling on the ground, her consciousness seemed to be drifting away...
"Gurgle... Huff... no... heartbeat and pulse... you shameless bastard!" "Oh my, you finally noticed? Hehehe... that's right, Main Body, I drank a super~ powerful aphrodisiac, you know. It's been delayed for so long, but it's finally taking effect. Well~ I'm already used to it, but it seems to be working surprisingly well for Main Body~"
The swordswoman Youmu, who was just now looking righteous, was now disheveled and blushing under her half-spirit body. Her hazy eyes tried to glare threateningly, but they looked rather alluring under her charming and hot breath. The aphrodisiac seemed to have a remarkable effect on the young Youmu.
"You...you...uh...um..."
A surge of heat emanated from her lower abdomen, almost draining all her strength. Youmeng struggled with all her might, only managing to playfully punch Hanling's chest with her small, white hands...
The response to her gentle punch was a tearing sound; her thin short skirt was ripped open, revealing her plain panties hanging on her calves, exposing her alluring pink lips, already wet and dripping with moisture, which trembled slightly as if sensing the gaze. Her
small feet made a token attempt to resist, but Hanling easily grabbed her ankles, lifting her beautiful legs high, fully displaying the tender, pink lips.
"Don't be so tense, Main Body. Look, you're all wet now, it feels good, doesn't it~" A light touch of fingertips, and the slippery, alluring pink lips joyfully kissed her fingertips, coating them with sticky love fluid, leaving transparent water stains on her fingers. A gentle lift revealed a trail of erotic moisture.
Hanling chuckled, offering her love-fluid-covered fingers to Youmeng's lips.
"Gurgle... Ugh—"
The suppressed groans turned into roars, and a faint ring of red teeth marks appeared between their fingers. This was probably Youmu's most powerful resistance at this moment...
He withdrew his fingers, pinched Youmu's flushed face, and his gaze met her dreamy eyes, as if he were examining some cute toy.
"You still want to resist even after all this? You're such a cute little thing... Alright, I'll give you one chance~" Slender fingers traced down her neck, and Banling brazenly caressed her soft breasts, then touched her delicate abdomen, savoring the wonderful touch of a young girl...
On her fair abdomen, pale pink lines outlined the shape of her uterus through her tender skin, intertwining into a lewd pattern, causing her already burning uterus to surge with a scorching heat that spread throughout her body, making her body arch her back high with desire, twisting her hips wildly, dazed and intoxicated...
"Oh, oh, what did you do! Ah, ah, so hot, ooh..." Her soft breaths escaped uncontrollably from between her lips, the intertwined lewd patterns flickering with her breath, causing her pink and moist lips to gush out streams of clear fluid, and her soft hips to unconsciously slap against the ground, staining everything with her love fluid, making it impossible to see her innocent appearance.
Her body was in heat, uncontrollably aroused… her womb, craving satisfaction, betrayed its master, the youmu, greedily seeking to strip away any semblance of clarity and reason, wanting to transform her into a wanton, lustful figure.
“It’s nothing, just a small… erotic mark. As long as you can guarantee you won’t have an orgasm tonight while wearing this mark, we won’t bother you. Otherwise, you’ll have to submit to us, how about it?” The night wind blew, the lights dimmed, only the faint pink glow of the erotic mark, like breathing, barely illuminated each other, reflecting the half-spirit’s malicious smile.
“Huff… huff… um, ha… I, I…”
The cold wind slightly soothed the burning restlessness throughout her body. Youmu gasped, ignoring the swollen cherries pressing against her clothes, muttering to herself.
"Of course, you can refuse, Main Body. If you want to live with this erotic mark all the time, why would I mind?"
Half-spirit's delicate hand rested on Youmu's smooth abdomen, pressing against the erotic mark. In the darkness, where even the last vestiges of light were obscured, neither could see the other's expression.
"Hoo... hoo... then... come on."
With no choice, Youmu bit her lip, letting out a cold reply.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hakugyokurou, night.
The cool moonlight filtered through fallen cherry blossoms and leaves, illuminating Youmu's simple room. Under the moonlight, the once neat and clean furnishings were now a mess—clods of items piled up, shoes and socks carelessly kicked aside, thin clothing scattered everywhere, her beloved sword tossed casually on the bedside table, even the bedding was wrinkled and damp, as if it had suffered some kind of ravages.
Naked, Youmu lay flat on the bed, her fair skin flushed a vibrant pink under the soft moonlight. Her once shy, closed lips, after a whole night of uncontrollable caresses and the baptism of desire, were now swollen and ruddy from arousal. Even through her panties, the alluring shape of her wet, mounds was visible, so she simply tossed her damp panties somewhere... Twisting and writhing, Youmu almost forgot how she staggered back to her room, leaving a trail of love juice... Forget about sleeping; the mere friction of her clothes and bedding sent waves of pleasure through her sensitive body. Her vagina dripped like a broken faucet, and she almost had an embarrassing orgasm... The night breeze swept through the window, the gentle cool air brushing against Youmu's burning skin, causing the two adorable nipples on her soft breasts to stand erect with excitement, trembling with each breath as if someone were caressing and licking them.
The sky was still pitch black, and the night seemed endless. For Youmu, who was struggling to suppress her desire, the night felt like an eternity.
Any slight tremor of thought could lead her to want to soothe herself, and she risked losing control… Youmu tried to stop thinking, biting her lip to calm her mind.
…Getting through the night was just a matter of time, wasn't it?
With this hope, she closed her eyes, hoping to find some peace from this torment, but after only a few breaths, she opened them again.
Light footsteps approached, and two crimson eyes entered with the creak of a wooden door opening, meeting Youmu's gaze.
"Oh my, I didn't expect the main body to be all naked and waiting for us—it seems the main body is ready?"
"...You, you said..."
"I never said I wouldn't touch the main body tonight, hehehe~" The familiar, deliberately drawn-out, playful tone, along with that devilishly wicked laughter, silenced Youmu's words, causing her to reflexively shrink back into the corner behind her... Unfortunately, the bed was only so big, and there was nowhere to hide.
"...You, what do you want to do?"
Youmu's legs tightened around her arms, which were covering her pink lips, but they couldn't hide the wet stains on the sheets beneath her buttocks. The faint pink glimpses between her fingers only made her look more alluring.
His gaze swept over Youmu's naked body, flushed pink with excitement, and Hanling chuckled as he stepped closer, slowly extending his hand.
"Me? Hmm... I guess... I want to see Main Body-chan completely toyed with, her consciousness seemingly shattered and broken, right?"
Half-spirit's slender fingers hooked Youmu's chin, cupping her cheeks, drawing her gaze to her face—a face identical to hers yet distinguished by pure malice—making her listen to her undisguised malicious words...
"You, you said—"
"I mean, Main Body-chan belongs to me, I want to make every single inch of Main Body-chan completely mine—"
Without even giving her a chance to continue speaking or react, their hot, moist breaths mingled, their cheeks slowly widening in their gaze until their lips touched.
Youmu pressed her lips tightly together, instinctively raising her hand to push Half-spirit away, resisting the invasion, but only revealing the gaping hole between her overflowing, beautiful lips and buttocks, as if inviting her.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."
A suppressed moan escaped from between her tightly pressed lips. The mere touch of her fingers was enough to unleash the pent-up desire of half a night, causing her body and Youmu's will to defy each other. Her tender, wet, thirsty pink lips sucked and embraced the slender fingers, her excitement bordering on a desire to become the half-spirit's possession... But the half-spirit clearly wouldn't be satisfied with just that.
She parted her fingers, revealing the plump, slippery flesh of the entrance, exploring the tender, untouched flesh that squeezed her fingers, until her fingertips touched the proof of purity in the warm, wet embrace, a thin barrier...
With force, with force, without a trace of tenderness, the purity preserved for decades was ravaged and broken by the half-spirit's fingers—but that wasn't enough. Even more terrifying, the dull pain of losing her virginity was transformed by the erotic markings and the aroused flesh into explosive pleasure. In an instant, a tingling current exploded in Youmu's consciousness. Her body trembled as if electrocuted, her waist arching uncontrollably, her legs tense, and warm fluids mixed with blood gushed from her petals, staining the entire bed sheet crimson... "Ughhhhhh—! Guh, guh... ughhhhh!" Her lips could no longer suppress her soft moans, a mixture of sorrow from the loss of her purity and the pleasure of satisfied desire causing a hazy smile to unconsciously curve at the corners of her lips, while two silver lines of tears streamed down her pretty face... No one knew whether she was crying or just laughing foolishly.
"It's over, Main Body, we won... Oh, and..." The half-spirit withdrew its sticky, love-necked fingers, pressed them against Youmu's slightly parted lips, and pinched her slippery pink tongue between her teeth, letting her taste buds savor the flavor of her defeat, making the posture of her tongue being pulled out seem... even more alluring.
"Farewell, Main Body~"
Youmu's fair abdomen was adorned with a pale pink glow, and erotic patterns spread from above her uterus to Youmu's chest, neck, cheeks, and even... the unobservable consciousness, which was essentially a part of the half-spirit, invading Youmu's thoughts.
"Useless loyalty, laughable rules, outdated concepts, sorrowful shackles... I don't need them anymore." Lips touched, and this time, their two pink tongues intertwined and intertwined in a deep, lingering kiss.
Everything Youmu had once cherished in her memory... everything she had sworn to protect, along with that vow, was shattered and fragmented with the deep kiss.
Yes, everything she cherished was nothing more than a wisp of belief preventing the half-spirit from taking over her body, vanishing with a night breeze.
The intertwined figures gradually blurred, the half-spirit's body transforming into specks of light from her fingertips, seeping into Youmu's alluring form.
From the very beginning, she had planned to do this, to destroy her resolute personality, to replace everything she possessed, to completely dominate Youmu… Ah, how wonderfully tempting.
"Ah… ah… so hot…"
Youmu murmured softly, as if in a dream, her eyes gradually losing focus, slowly raising her arm.
Her bewildered posture, as if unaware of what was about to happen, appeared so… adorable.
"Ahahahaha, ha, hahaha, it's okay, it's okay, it won't…" Wait, something's wrong…
This body, which she should be taking over, feels completely uncontrollable, as if it's not her invading, but… Youmu absorbing her!?
The words abruptly stopped. The half-spirit girl, who had been chuckling as if she was about to end it all, now had two blood-stained spots in her eyes that stained Youmu's eyes red.
"Just, just, how, how... eh?"
"It's so hot, so hot, why, why don't you continue? Why did you stop? My little hole is still far from satisfied!
Come on, satisfy me again!"
The part that had been erased, the part that belonged to Youmu, was now being filled by the half-spirit. Her will stubbornly persisted in this way, freed from the constraints of morality and loyalty, completely filled with the half-spirit's own desires.
With one hand gripping the half-spirit's delicate neck, Youmu easily threw her heavily onto the bed, rolled over and pressed down on her lower abdomen, watching her futile struggles gradually weaken with suffocation.
"Gurgle, ugh—ugh!"
The completely unexpected situation finally made the half-spirit, who always seemed to be in control, panic. Helplessly and futilely, she grasped Youmu's wrist with her fingers, but couldn't budge it an inch.
If Youmu hadn't been so inexperienced that she was overwhelmed by shyness and unfamiliar pleasure, she wouldn't have been able to compete with Youmu. But now... Youmu's eyes no longer held the naivety that should belong to a young girl; only frenzy remained.
"My pussy, my pussy is so itchy... huff, huff..."
A shapely, beautiful leg was lifted high, and two soft, fleshy buttocks slapped together with a loud thud. The thighs and buttocks, smeared with thick love juice, writhed wildly, allowing the pink, moist lips to slowly explore and press together, rubbing against each other.
"Ugh, ugh... Ha, ha... I, I think—" "You noisy half-spirit masturbator, hurry up and twist your waist!"
Desperately trying to get the hand gripping her neck to open a crack, Half-spirit managed to organize her thoughts, but the response far exceeded her expectations...
Her short, silver hair was pulled up like a handle, and her cheek was shoved into the pillow. No matter how much Half-spirit struggled, she couldn't see her surroundings, and even breathing was extremely difficult...
*Slap*—a
slap, a bright red handprint appeared on half of Half-spirit's high, firm buttocks, a burning pain surging forth... But, under the influence of the erotic markings, this shameful pain transformed into stimulating pleasure, causing their pink, moist lips to overflow with juices...
"So this is how you get aroused, huh? Truly worthy of being my half-spirit masturbator... Give me an orgasm, an orgasm!" *Slap*—another slap, lifting the other half of her buttocks, a burning, fiery pain surging forth... *Slap slap*—her petite breasts were slapped a few times, her small, adorable nipples slowly becoming engorged and erect, turning into pink cherry buds...
"Ugh, no, don't... Oh, I'm here, my true form, guhe, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh—" Completely blind and unprepared, she had to be constantly focused on resisting, resulting in red marks and handprints all over her body. She collapsed into orgasm in the pleasure of repeated torture, her gushing love juice completely soaking the already disheveled sheets.
Orgasm, orgasm, orgasm, the half-spirit's body convulsed and spasmed, transforming into a pale white mist that surrounded the dream, intertwining with her, merging with her... into one.
Her remaining consciousness grew weaker and weaker. Gradually, Banling could no longer resist. Her consciousness had merged with Youmu's, leaving only a illusory body that dissipated with the light…
or rather, a mere sex toy.
After an unknown amount of time, a ray of morning light shone through the window, illuminating Youmu's room.
Banling's once delicate body was now tragically stained with the blood and swelling of whip marks. Youmu's fair feet trampled her cheek underfoot, and she vanished into white mist in the sunlight.
"Hoo…"
Youmu let out a long breath and lightly jumped off the bed.
The moment she landed, a faint mist swirled around her, weaving into a pure black, form-fitting garment, just like the familiar kendo skirt she always wore.
"Time to cook for that lazy, good-for-nothing woman."
Lowering her gaze, Youmu looked at her palms, forced a smile, and shook her head.
Leaving behind only the messy room and the overwhelming stench of sex, she walked away.
[The End]

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