Demonic Feast

A Feast of Debauchery

The harsh sound of high heels echoed down the corridor. Chizuru, her back straight, strode confidently forward
.

"Welcome back!"

the entire sales department, lined up at the entrance, shouted loudly. Accepting the stares of all the male employees, Chizuru
smiled contentedly.

All the men's gazes seemed glued to Chizuru as she walked towards the director's office,
where she was reporting the results of today's negotiations.

With her hands on the director's desk, Chizuru spoke with a defiant air. Director Miyako, who was perusing documents,
looked up, a smile on her face.

Despite being known as a workaholic, Miyako, who was utterly incompetent in everything outside of work, was actually
smiling in the company—a rare and precious sight.

Just looking at Chizuru made Miyako's face beam with joy. Seeing this, my stomach churned, yet a heavy weight
seemed to .

So, could that rumor really be true? The rumors about Chizuru and Mai Miyamoto dating started circulating in the sales department about
a month ago.

They talked about things like being seen embracing by colleagues from other departments late at night, or Chizuru sitting in the passenger seat of Mai Miyamoto's
car as they went to a love hotel.

Of course, I didn't believe them.

Chizuru was completely unsuitable for a boring man like Mai Miyamoto; the only man who could stay by Chizuru's side
was .

Mai Miyamoto and I were colleagues at the same time, so we were always compared, intentionally or unintentionally, partly because our personalities were so
different .

I hated losing, and losing to Mai Miyamoto was the last thing I wanted.

Mai Miyamoto's father was an important figure in the company, while I had to hide my father's profession, which was
like a comparison.

But when it came to work ability, I was very confident. Since joining the company,
I had received far more contracts than Mai Miyamoto.

However, in terms of family background, Mai Miyamoto had the advantage. Although we joined the company at the same time, Mai Miyamoto was now
my boss.

I felt a gaze upon me. Turning around, I saw Mayumi Sakagi from the secretarial department looking at me,
delivering documents from the sales department.

Clutching a huge brown paper bag, Mayumi's eyes burned with jealousy, probably because she noticed me staring
at Chizuru's back.

Chizuru, like Mayumi, possessed a captivating charm that drew men's attention.

They had both joined the company in the same year, and compared to me and Mai, they had
many more points to compare.

Chizuru's sunny charm contrasted sharply with Mayumi's androgynous allure. Compared to Chizuru's innocent,
lively , and romantic nature, Mayumi's melancholic beauty also had its own allure.

Men swarmed around Chizuru and Mayumi like ants discovering sugar. This
included me and Mai. I

was genuinely
surprised

At that time, Mayumi was already mine.

Of course, I desperately wanted Chizuru, but Mai's appearance only made me want her more.

I know my desires run deep, but every man wants to possess all the beautiful women in the world, so I
simply face my desires honestly.

Chizuru finally finished reporting the results of all the negotiations to the director, Miyako, and returned to her seat.

As Chizuru's footsteps passed behind me, I timed it perfectly and slid my chair away.

Unaware, Chizuru cried out and fell onto my lap. My male colleagues all
stared at me with envious eyes.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, are you alright?"

I apologized dramatically in a voice only Chizuru could hear.

Chizuru, who until yesterday would call me an "idiot" or a "pervert" and then slap me,
didn't react much today.

"I'm really sorry,"

Chizuru replied coldly.

Had my joke gone too far? But Chizuru didn't seem angry; her tone was just
threatening.

That proud Chizuru being threatened… was it directed at me?

Why?

Chizuru returned to her seat and began typing on her computer. Her profile remained haughty; was it
because she sensed my gaze?

An ominous premonition rose within me.

My gaze wandered casually across the office, finally settling on
the desk .

The air in the office grew heavy. I looked at Chizuru again; she seemed to be trying to escape something,
furiously typing away.

In the quiet office, Chizuru's typing was unusually loud.

Amidst the continuous clatter of words, Chizuru stood up, as if unable to bear my gaze any longer.
She left the office and walked into the corridor, and I followed her out.

Knowing I was following, Chizuru turned and went into the break room. I immediately followed her in. Chizuru leaned against the wall
, trembling involuntarily.

"What's wrong?"

Chizuru and I were less colleagues and more than just acquaintances; we had already taken our relationship to the next level. We had gone on several dates and
even kissed.

So, I never believed the rumors about her and Miyako, but Chizuru in front of me was cowering and trembling as if she were being attacked by a
brute .

"What happened?"

I gently touched Chizuru's shoulder and asked again.

"No!"

Chizuru turned around and pushed my hand away, looking at me with disgust and disdain.

"Don't touch me!"

As if touching something scalding hot, I quickly withdrew my hand. I

was so shocked that Chizuru rejected me like that; I couldn't believe it.

In an instant, bad memories came back. In high school, I fell in love with a girl I saw every day on the commuter train
.

One day, I finally confessed my feelings to her, "I like you," and she
accepted .

We created many memories, always going on
dates .

One day, she came to our agreed-upon spot, but with a threatening look in her eyes. Yes, just
like Chizuru today.

Then, she told me, "Let's not see each other again."

"Because, your father is..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but I heard her clearly enough.

"Your father is a thug..."

"You know?"

Chizuru remained silent in response to my question. Suddenly, a thud sounded from the kettle.

A female employee rushed over in a panic upon hearing the whistle, seeing Chizuru and me standing frozen in the break room.

"I just forgot to

turn off the gas," Chizuru said, turning off the gas. The whistle gradually faded away, and the break room returned
to silence.

The female employee said nothing, and just like when she came, hurriedly walked away.

"There have been rumors for a long time, and the company wants to transfer me to another branch."

Chizuru said, offering her fabricated reason, but then gave me a pitying purse.

"The company...it was Mai Miyamoto who wanted you transferred, right?"

Chizuru didn't answer, but instead looked troubled.

"Hmph, I knew it. You planned this all along, you were thinking of getting rid of me, weren't you!"

Just because my father is a thug. Japan, which is always advocating for human rights,
can't even tolerate such a small thing.

But I've long since given up on expecting anyone to understand my background. Soon, the way my colleagues look at me will
change.

No, maybe it already has.

The crowd in the corridor surrounded the break room, everyone staring at me with grim faces and hatred. The guys who were colleagues yesterday now look at me

like dangerous wild beasts released from their cages . 　　The one hiding behind the male employees with a proud expression is the female employee who just barged into the break room. 　　This is so-called social justice, such an ugly mask. 　　"Miss, are you alright? What did he do to you?" 　　The other female employees asked, feigning concern. When did I become such a terrible person ? 　　My credibility collapsed so easily. What about all the relationships I'd built up over the years? 　　All destroyed, all gone. 　　"What a bunch of idiots." 　　The righteous man in the suit grabbed my hand, and without thinking, I picked up the fruit knife on the counter. 　　Instantly, my ears were filled with agonizing screams, a vivid, sweet aroma assaulted my nose, and blood splattered on the milky-white floor, dripping onto my shoes. 　　Chizuru turned and glanced at me with an almost icy gaze. 　　It was as if I were someone abandoned by the world, her eyes carrying a certain degree of pity. 　　The cacophony of screams filled the air, then gradually faded away. A thin film seemed to descend before my eyes, plunging my world into complete darkness. 　　If I had known this would happen, I should have chosen a path more suited to me. In that world where violence vents everything, if only I could live in a world where my desires could be normalized. 　　Who's grabbing my feet? I looked down; the tiled floor disappeared, and I was left floating in pitch-black darkness, without any hope of salvation. 　　From the depths of darkness emerged a pair of pale blue hands, gripping my feet tightly. 　　I struggled in vain; those pale blue hands dragged my body into the darkness. I cried out for help, but only the wind howled past my throat. 　　I was carried slowly into the depths of darkness… 　　I seemed to hear something. It was as if someone was calling me. But it wasn't my name; it was a mysterious code. 　　Master… Master… Master… 　　Master… Is that calling me? Am I the master? Who exactly is the master? 　　A blinding flash streaked across the sky, and I opened my eyes. 　　In the backlighting, standing before me was Mayumi's figure. Her eyes were filled with anxiety as she called out to me with concern. 　　"Master...Master..." 　　I lay on the sofa, how could I dream of that scene again? It was such an unpleasant nightmare; the feeling of being gripped tightly still lingered on my ankle . 　　I pushed away the worried Mayumi and stood up. 　　I picked up a glass from the table and gulped down the whiskey with a thin layer of ice floating on it. 　　"Mr. Kondo has brought Director Miyamoto," Mayumi said. 　　Today was the day Miyamoto returned to Japan. To complete Chizuru's training, I specifically sent Kondo to bring Miyamoto over. 　　"Where is Miyamoto now?" 　　"In the same room on the fourth floor." 　　He was the man who awakened my true nature and pushed me into the darkness. Miyamoto was right next to ... The blood in my body suddenly boiled. 　　"Good, we can't keep our important guest waiting too long. He's a man who values time above all else !" 　　I immediately walked towards Miyamoto. 　　It was truly pathetic; Miyamoto had completely lost his usual charisma. He asked Kondo to untie him, but it was all in vain. 　　Gong Wu's face was pressed to the floor, and he was too terrified to move. 　　I walked to his side, looking down at him with disdain. His hands were tied behind his back, and I wouldn't let him off as easily as I had with Chizuru. 　　I wouldn't lose to this man… 　　The nightmare from earlier surged back into my mind, and I glared at Gong Wu. 　　"When are you going to wake up?!" 　　My foot kicked him in the stomach faster than I could think, and Gong Wu screamed in pain. 　　"Poor thing, Director Gong Wu." 　　After a series of violent coughing fits, Gong Wu finally looked at me.

Gongwu's eyes were red from the pain, but he still maintained an elite
demeanor, as if everyone else was an idiot.

"You are... Kuroda..."

Gongwu seemed to have regained consciousness.

"Long time no see, I'm so glad you still remember me!"

"What's going on? What do you want?"

"I really troubled you a lot back then, so I wanted to give you a gift in return."

When I deliberately emphasized "back then," Gongwu probably already knew what I meant, and
his face suddenly darkened.

But his face was already covered with red and purple bruises, so I couldn't really see the change in his
expression .

"No, there's a reason... I didn't mean to..."

"It doesn't matter, you don't need to explain."

I reached out and covered Gongwu's mouth as he tried to explain.

"I don't hate you anymore. It's less about hatred and more about gratitude."

Gongwu's face was instantly filled with disbelief at my warm tone, because he didn't understand what I
meant.

"I'm living a very fulfilling life now. I can get whatever I want. Compared to my previous life as an office worker
, it's much happier."

This statement was indeed true.

"I see. In that case, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Didn't I just say that I can get whatever I want? I'm living a very happy
life now. Use your brain, you're an office worker, don't you ever
use your brain for anything other than work?" Gong

Wu's hands, bound by rope, were already numb and sore, and she bent over slightly.

"I really can't help it, then I'll give you a hint. Of all the things you have,
what do I want most?"

Gong Wu pondered, then suddenly opened her bloodshot eyes in surprise.

"Could it be... you..."

"You're quite clever. While you were on your business trip to Manila, I've already properly trained your
beloved woman."

"I just find it strange, why didn't anyone answer all those phone calls?"

You could almost hear his voice filled with hatred and resentment.

"It's too late to say anything now. Chizuru is my sex slave now. I've unlocked
her hidden, wanton nature. You've probably never seen it before!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Gong Wu shouted, trembling, seemingly lacking confidence.

Judging from his glare, he had never satisfied Chizuru's sexual desires. Chizuru and Gong Wu's life
must have lacked sufficient sexual pleasure.

"This isn't nonsense. Chizuru has never been satisfied with your sex life.
That's what told me. There's nothing I can do about it; she doesn't love you!"

"Get your facts straight, you worthless dog... Chizuru will never submit to you."

"You're being made a bad impression, Bon."

Akagi's voice sounded excited from behind me.

He hated elites like Gong Wu with their bland, uncouth appearance and had long wanted to teach him a lesson.

Compared to torturing the man before me, I was far more interested in Chizuru's final training.

Chizuru will completely excel under today's training, while Miyako is the final move in this game
.

"Kondo,"

I commanded. Kondo walked up to Miyako, skillfully stuffed a wad of cloth into his mouth, and then taped
it shut.

Miyako breathed heavily, since he couldn't make a sound anyway.

"Just tie him up like that."

The rope was suspended from the gas pipe attached to the wall, and his feet weren't spared either. Miyako really
couldn't do anything except breathe now.

"Just see clearly, old man!"

Kondo was right; seeing clearly was important.

There was no need to move, no need to speak. But, I wanted Miyako to open
his eyes .

Miyako was locked in a specially made storage box, and I made sure to leave a small gap so he could see
what was happening outside.

Everything was ready.

I didn't say anything, and Akagi automatically lifted the storage box and left the room. He always enjoyed seeing
other people's suffering and misery.

Before I could finish my cigarette, Akagi had already carried Chizuru in. Her long, disheveled hair covered her
breasts falling loosely across her chest.

"Miss Chizuru, how do you feel?"

To my question, Chizuru simply lowered her head and quietly shook it.

"Please... please let me go..."

Chizuru murmured to herself in a barely audible voice.

"I understand, I'll let you go today."

"Really?"

Chizuru's face instantly brightened. She was so beautiful; looking at her, I couldn't help but gasp.

"It's true, because you wanted to leave me."

My answer made Chizuru's expression complicated again; she was trying to figure out how to say it without hurting me.

But she wouldn't have the energy to think about such trivial matters soon enough.

The past few days here had awakened Chizuru's masochistic potential.

Seeing my wink, Akagi and Kondo laughed maliciously, their
laughter .

Chizuru turned to look at me, her eyes filled with a lustful anticipation.

"So, please kneel at my feet and serve me."

"But..."

Though somewhat resistant, Chizuru immediately knelt beside me and reached for my crotch.

I heard her swallow.

"See, you want it, don't you? Pull down the zipper, there's something you've been craving inside!"

Chizuru looked up at me, then immediately lowered her eyes in shame. Only her slender, white fingers continued
their work, slowly pulling down the zipper of my pants.

Chizuru gasped at the sight of the erect, throbbing penis, her face showing a strong desire to lick it.

"You want to lick it, don't you? Do whatever you want..."

Without waiting for my command, Chizuru took the penis into her tongue, letting it rest deep in her throat.

Then, slowly, lovingly and gently, she licked it back and forth.

*Plop plop plop plop...

chuckle chuckle chuckle...*

The once arrogant woman who scorned me is now a sex slave, serving me with a happy expression as she licks my
penis .

It's so pleasurable; the psychological satisfaction seems to surpass even the physical pleasure.

As she licks the penis, a blush rises on Chizuru's cheeks.

She's been looking forward to licking this hard, enormous penis, which is why she's so excited now.

There's no way around it; after being imprisoned here for so many days, subjected to my lewd abuse and humiliation day and night,
today is the first time in all these days that she's tasted a live, hard, erect penis.

I glanced at the storage box piled high with odds and ends, and through the gaps in the box,
a burning gaze swept towards Chizuru and me.

Mai was watching us; Chizuru was now my possession!

"You're already wet, aren't you?"

Chizuru, licking my penis, was lost in a beautiful dream, completely unaware of my words, only
swaying her head back and forth, her mind in a daze.

I slightly raised my hips, and my penis slid out of Chizuru's mouth, slapping against my abdomen with a soft "
smack .

" "Ah..."

Chizuru
accidentally . I swayed my hips again, and Chizuru, frantically trying to catch her breath, glared at me with displeasure. Her eyes
were wet, but her body trembled with excitement.

"Open your most shameful place and let me see it. It must be overflowing, right?"

"This kind of thing..."

Chizuru shut her mouth. Even without touching it, she knew that her crotch was already soaking wet.

"You won't listen to me? Then, this training is over."

Chizuru looked at the ground, thinking, and finally lay down on the floor as if she had made up her mind.

From this place, more than being freed from the cement training room, Chizuru had something she craved more.

Rather than freedom, Chizuru chose me in this humiliating way in front of me.

Lust had conquered reason.

"Ah... please don't make me wait any longer..."

Chizuru rubbed her breasts and spread her legs open for me. The nipples on her soft, fatty mounds were pitifully hard and
erect.

"What? You're not going to resist anymore?"

"Yes, I... I'm not going to resist anymore."

Chizuru's hand slid from her breasts to the wet bush, playing with her small, protruding buds.

White, sticky love fluid flowed from between her lewd, seductive flesh.

"What do you want me to do? Tell me."

"Please enter me."

"With what?"

"Your huge cock..."

"Where?"

"Ahhh..."

Chizuru couldn't take it anymore and arched her back, twisting against me.

"My pussy wants Mr. Kuroda so much... I want Master's hard, big cock so much..."

"You're such a slutty woman..."

"Yes, I'm a slutty woman. I love big, thick cocks the most, so... please, please put it in
quickly . Ahhh... please put it in quickly!"

Chizuru pleaded with me painfully, playing with herself by thrusting her fingers back and forth. This was
the moment Chizuru's personality completely collapsed.

"Okay, I understand."

I stood between Chizuru's wide-open legs, pressing the tip of my cock against her warm, moist opening.

Chizuru looked at me from below with excited, lustful eyes.

"Please come in quickly!"

"I understand, you little sow in heat..."

Her waist remained silent. Chizuru offered no resistance, and I slowly slid into her body. It felt
burning hot inside.

"Ahhhhh..."

Chizuru moaned with pleasure.

This was the moment Chizuru had been waiting for. So had I; I had dreamt of penetrating Chizuru countless times, and today it
finally came true.

That belated, tender sensation sucked me in tightly. Chizuru's vagina seemed like a separate organism,
the mucous membranes inside stirring restlessly, feeling a strange joy at my intrusion.

"How is it? Do you like it?"

"Ahhhh... I like it so much, I like it so much..."

Chizuru's nostrils flared violently; besides indulging in pleasure, she couldn't think of anything else
.

She completely ignored the storage box.

But Miyamoto was helplessly facing it in reality; his eyes must be bloodshot, but he could only
watch silently.

I began to slowly sway my hips back and forth, and Chizuru trembled with excitement.

The desire to reach orgasm quickly made her impatient. I merely nibbled at her earlobe, and she let out a wanton
moan .

I licked Chizuru's body back and forth. This body, and her heart, were now entirely mine.

I had won; I had everything.

That was enough.

At that moment, Chizuru joyfully accepted her fate as my slave.

But it wasn't over yet.

"Mayumi!"

The person waiting outside immediately opened the door, and Mayumi poked her head out.

"Master, were you calling me?"

Mayumi knelt on one knee beside me, still throbbing inside Chizuru, awaiting my command.

Chizuru's gaze met Mayumi's for a fleeting moment, and she immediately closed her eyes, continuing to revel in the
waves of pleasure washing over her.

"Call Akagi and the others!"

Not the order she'd imagined, Mayumi stood up with a hint of disappointment and quickly left the room.

"Is it our turn?"

Akagi entered the room, followed by Kondo, and then, beneath their massive bodies, Eri
.

Seeing Chizuru, who was practically suffocating beneath me, Eri was speechless with surprise, only her eyes widening.
Sensing the strange atmosphere, Chizuru looked up towards the door.

This time, she couldn't ignore Eri as she had ignored Mayumi. "No…" Chizuru let out a short
, mournful cry and turned her head.

But the flames of desire within her weren't so easily extinguished.

I rhythmically swayed my hips, and Chizuru let out frenzied gasps and lewd cries in front of her own sister.

I gestured with my eyes to the storage box beside me.

Akagi's face immediately contorted into a cruel, shameful smile. She strode towards the storage box and kicked it over forcefully.

A dark figure flew out of the box and landed on the ground. Yes, it was Mai Miyamoto.

"Brother!"

Eri exclaimed in surprise.

Sensing the barely suppressed panic in her voice, Chizuru's gaze shifted to the corner of the room. Her vagina instantly
contracted, adding to my pleasure.

"Do you know who he is?"

My penis swung wantonly inside her, questioning Chizuru, who was quietly watching Miyako.

"No...no...no..."

Chizuru shook her head weakly. Miyako

seemed exhausted, only her eyes still shining with a sliver of light.

What sustained her was her hatred for me.

"How pathetic, to have you witness such a stimulating scene. Now, let you have your fun too!"

Akagi said happily, while untying the ropes binding Miyako's body.

The ropes binding her hands and feet, and the duct tape covering her mouth, were all roughly peeled
off .

Miyako spat out the gag from her mouth and roared at me angrily.

"I will never forgive you, I will kill you," and so on.
It was quite amusing that Miyako, who was always known for her intelligence, would say such things.

"Mayumi, comfort Director Miyako."

Mayumi smiled with pleasure at my order and slowly walked towards Miyako.

"Ms. Sakagi... why are you..."

Mayumi didn't answer Miyako's question, but instead pulled down his zipper and took his short
penis into her mouth. Miyako immediately fell silent.

"Don't pretend anymore, you actually feel good too, don't you..."

Miyako looked at me with regret, but her body was powerless.

"Don't do this..."

Mayumi inserted Miyako's erect penis into her body, and Chizuru, who was standing nearby, finally couldn't help but
shout .

"Aren't you enjoying it yourself? How can you ruin someone else's good time?"

"Ugh..."

Miyako groaned, and Mayumi, who was straddling her, slowly lowered her waist. Miyako's black penis was already
between Mayumi's snow-white thighs.

"Haaaaah..."

Mayumi moaned, her hips swaying up and down, accompanied by soft, squelching sounds, as thick, white love fluid slowly
flowed towards Mai's penis.

"This girl wants to have some fun with you guys too."

Kondo pulled Eri in front of Mai.

This wasn't just a casual remark.

Days of training had awakened Eri's lewd nature, and her wet eyes were fixed on Mai's penis
hidden beneath Mayumi's body.

"Eri..."

Eri walked up to Mai, bewildered.

"Please...please let me join you..."

With that, Eri immediately stepped over Mai's face, presenting her wet, hot flower to him.

I couldn't see what Mai was doing, but Eri let out a joyful moan, lifting
her chin .

Akagi then shoved his penis into Eri's mouth, and Kondo did the same to Mayumi
.

A group of naked men and women indulged in a frenzy of intercourse, completely abandoning any semblance of morality,
continuing this disgusting behavior.

Chizuru automatically arched her back, trying to stimulate my senses. I looked at her, and her eyes were also filled with
desire as she stared at me.

"Please fuck me more intensely..."

Watching her husband having sex with his colleague, even licking her sister's vulva like a dog, Chizuru
pleaded with me, wanting to reach an even greater climax.

I silently pulled my penis out of Chizuru's vagina, a thin layer of
love juice .

"Don't pull it out..."

Chizuru pleaded with me, her eyes red.

"Are you kidding me? You're my slave. Slaves have no right to demand anything from their masters,
do you understand? You're my slave!"

Chizuru played with her clitoris, looking at me unwillingly, as if she was about to cry.

"I'm sorry..."

Like a spoiled child, Chizuru looked at me with a face full of longing for my penis.

"If you want me to penetrate you, then make a begging motion for me to insert it!"

Hearing me say this, Chizuru immediately knelt on the ground like a puppy, presenting her dripping, love-scented crotch to me.

Chizuru spread her labia open with her hand; the crimson interior was already engorged with blood, the love-scented fluid wetting
the mucous membranes inside, shimmering with a bewitching, lustful light, tempting me with each flicker.

Raising her hips, Chizuru tilted her head to look at me; she seemed to intend to
seduce me with her beauty and obscene genitals.

"Miyamai is watching, don't you care?"

In the center of the room, Akagi and Kondo were in the wheelchair position, sexually abusing Mayumi and Eri's vulvas, while the two female slaves
were vying to lick Miyamai's penis.

Although her body felt pleasurable, Miyamai, like a hermit, wept, painfully watching Chizuru's lewd begging
posture.

"Chizuru..."

Chizuru glanced at Miyako in response, then immediately turned to me, wiggling her white, tender buttocks as she said,
"I...I'm already your slave..."

Miyako threw her head back and roared like a wild beast, as if it were a maniacal laugh from the bottom of her heart.

Chizuru gasped and moaned as she spread her vulva open with her hands.

Her obscene and alluring flesh was eagerly awaiting my penetration.

"Chizuru...my lovely slave..."

"Ah...Master."

I pressed my penis against her split opening, feeling her warm, moist heat with the head of my penis, and slowly swayed my hips as I
entered Chizuru's body.

Her body felt as if it were being torn apart, and a satisfied moan escaped from the corner of Chizuru's mouth.

The sound bounced off the concrete wall and echoed behind me again.

Feeling the powerful suction of her seductive flesh, I began to sway my hips back and forth, falling into a world of eroticism.

That day, I completely liberated Chizuru in front of Miyako, making her a complete flesh slave.

This was the moment I saw when I woke up from the dream.

Mai, tears streaming down her face, watched me and Chizuru's lovemaking, yet she remained lost in endless
carnal desire with Mayumi and Eri.

The man who had once humiliated me was now twisted in a grotesque expression; the image of a former social elite was gone.

All four men and three women present that day had fallen into an endless, depraved feast,
relentlessly and frantically seeking physical pleasure.

Mai broke down.

The next day, Akagi took Mai home. I showed him the video of that day's feast and Chizuru's training session,
fully aware of the consequences if he submitted it to the police.

But even without that, Mai, whose mind was completely shattered, couldn't do anything to threaten me.

Chizuru didn't go home with him.

Eri stayed behind.

Later, Mayumi mentioned that Mai had refused contact with anyone for a month, and of course, hadn't gone to work; she
had been fired.

I and the three women formed an ordinary family, and they still awaited my ruthless manipulation. Every day
continues the same routine, as I diligently train more women to become my sex slaves.

But once these women are completely submissive, my pleasure gradually diminishes, so now I
'm developing new sadomasochistic methods, hoping to reach a higher level.

I'm currently considering whether to return to a regular office worker's life and start looking for prey again.

Right now, I'm sitting at my desk writing my resume for my next job.

[The End]

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