Female dazzling way 1

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Volume 1: Sanae Saya Chapter
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School's out, and Ito Ken is running quickly down the road to his house. In fact, if he hadn't been in swimming club practice, he probably would have been there already if he'd heard the phone earlier.
That wasn't Ito Ken's house, but Sanae's. The youngest daughter in the family is named Saya, Sanae Saya. Actually, the term "ambiguous lovers" doesn't quite capture their relationship; the "lovers" label is more of a self-imposed one by Ito Ken. More accurately, he and Saya are childhood friends. The
Sanae family, who have lived next door since childhood, have been incredibly kind to Ito Ken—a fact unanimously acknowledged by the neighbors. After the Ito couple tragically perished in a shipwreck, although he still lives alone, the Sanae family has treated him like their own child for the past five years. Although the Sanae family also had a son, they had never shown him any favoritism.
Ken Ito had long regarded the Sanae couple as his own parents, and their daughter had become a lover like family after years of acquaintance. Naturally, Ken Ito had already expressed his desire to marry Saya to the Sanae couple. Of course, it was still too early.
Having already graduated from high school, there was really no need for him to go back to school, since Ken Ito's grades weren't good enough to get into university. The reason he returned to school was simply to say goodbye to the younger students in the swimming club. But unexpectedly, Mrs. Sanae called him unexpectedly.
"Ken, come home quickly, I have something important to tell you."
At this time, "home" obviously referred to the Sanae family. It was rare to see Mrs. Sanae speak to him in such a serious tone, so Ken Ito naturally rushed along the familiar road. When he finally arrived at his destination, he was drenched in sweat.
"I'm home!"
Opening the door and stepping into the familiar entryway, Ito Ken found Sanae and her husband, along with Saya, sitting on the sofa in the living room. Their youngest son, Takahiro, was clearly still at his boarding school. However, what particularly surprised Ito Ken was the man in a black suit sitting casually in the main seat, accompanied by two bodyguards in black suits behind him.
"Father, Mother, what's going on?"
Ito Ken called out to Sanae and her husband, his expression anxious as he glanced back and forth between the three men in suits and his family members. As he feared, both Saya and the Sanae couple wore expressions of worry. However, Saya's doll-like face seemed relatively calmer.
"Oh, so you must be Ken Ito. It's a pleasure to meet you. Let me introduce myself. I'm Takayuki Toyama, the president of CA Company. It's a pleasure to meet you."
The man sitting in the main seat appeared to be in his early thirties, with a buzz cut and a handsome but not particularly striking or fierce appearance, giving off an air of quiet authority. Seeing this mysterious man who remained casually reclined on the sofa while greeting him, Ken Ito couldn't help but feel quite puzzled.
Clearly noticing Ken Ito's confusion, Toyama smiled knowingly and said in a casual tone,
"It's alright if you haven't heard of me, because you'll remember my name later. Or perhaps it's more accurate to say that I'm the leader of a super-large yakuza group. Ah… of course, not the Yamaguchi-gumi. I don't consider myself famous enough to be a household name among ordinary people."
The man named Toyama was clearly very talkative, engaging Ken Ito in a long-winded conversation as if they were old friends, despite it being their first meeting. However, the content was not something this precocious, yet still only eighteen-year-old boy could easily accept.
"The Yakuza!? You... what are you doing here!? We're just ordinary people, ordinary people who haven't offended anyone!?"
Ito Ken naturally knew that many Yakuza members these days weren't ruthless killers, but there were still some ruthless thugs among them. Although he didn't see any guns or weapons on the three men in front of him, he naturally became nervous.
"You'll have to ask Mr. Sanae. Come on, Sanae-san, explain the situation to your adopted son, so he won't be kept in the dark."
Toyama easily passed the buck to Mr. Sanae, whose face immediately turned even more bitter.
"Father...?"
Mr. Sanae sighed helplessly; the white hair that had started appearing last year seemed to have increased even more now. He was only in his thirties, but the amount of white hair was approaching that of a man in his mid-forties.
"Ken, you should know about the economic crisis our family faced that year, right?"
Ito Ken was well aware of what Mr. Sanae was referring to. At the time, Mr. Sanae, the president of a large company, encountered business difficulties. The company operated in near-shore fish farming, but when the Fukushima nuclear power plant leaked,
the government temporarily released cooling water into the ocean, which unfortunately affected all of the company's fish farms. This enormous crisis directly led to Mr. Sanae's company going bankrupt. Ito Ken didn't know the exact amount of the debt, but Mr. Sanae had already developed many gray hairs.
"Could it be…?"
Ito Ken, always quick-witted, soon realized that the Sanae family was eventually able to pay off their debts because they had borrowed money from President Toyama.
"That's right, Ken. I borrowed money from President Toyama at exorbitant interest rates to pay off that debt of hundreds of millions of yen. But because of this, we incurred an even greater debt for President Toyama."
Mr. Sanae slumped down, burying his head under the coffee table, while Mrs. Sanae had already been in tears since Ito Ken entered the room. Only Saya remained calmly seated on the sofa.
"How much do you owe?"
This kind of thing... it's a matter of mutual consent. Those who lend money at exorbitant interest rates are inevitably the yakuza, and the yakuza can naturally deal with those who can't repay. The effectiveness of simple legal measures is limited; after all, who knows who might hire a policeman who isn't a member of the yakuza?
"...We still owe 750 million yen. According to the agreement, if we couldn't pay it off by last month... we had to hand over collateral, otherwise my whole family... would suffer a fate worse than death." A fate worse
than death... Ito Ken could easily imagine the yakuza's methods for dealing with debtors; there's nothing they wouldn't do. However, what unsettled Ito Ken wasn't the five million dollar debt.
"Collateral?"
What collateral, and why did they have to include him?
At this moment, Saya, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.
"...You and me."
It was the end of March, but Ito Ken, who had been running around all day, still felt very hot. But now, even though he was drenched in sweat, he couldn't feel the heat at all.
"...What?"
"You and me."
Sanae Saya looked at Ito Ken, her voice very calm, as if she had resigned herself to her fate. Her bangs hadn't moved since Ito Ken entered the room, and her hands had remained on her knees the whole time.
"The original agreement was to take the two children from the family, but President Toyama changed his mind after learning that you were your parents' adopted son and my lover. Ken, Takahiro doesn't know about this at all, so please don't tell him."
Takahiro is currently in the second year of junior high school, only one year younger than Saya, who will be entering high school in April, but their maturity levels are completely different. Or rather, Saya's mentality is much more mature than most of her peers.
Even though Ito Ken is usually arrogant and calm, he instantly lost his temper when he heard this unbelievable content. The eighteen-year-old instinctively roared at Toyama, who was sitting casually on the sofa.
"Are you kidding me!?"
Before he could finish speaking, amidst the screams of terror from his family, the two bodyguards behind Toyama pounced on Ito Ken like tigers. Before he could even react, the batons in their hands were already smashing down on the impulsive boy.
"Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! I beg you, please stop!"
"President Toyama! Ken's just excited, please spare him, please spare him!"
Dazed and confused, when Ken Ito staggered to his feet, clutching his head, his vision was blurry.
Saya had appeared beside him at some point, like the most gentle and graceful Yamato Nadeshiko, supporting Ken's body.
Blood was drawn from his forehead from the blows. Fortunately, Ken hadn't gone to school in his school uniform, otherwise, the clothes he had carefully preserved for three years would have been stained for the first time on his last occasion. He was dizzy and lightheaded, but Toyama surprised everyone by giving him the sofa.
"Kid, young man, even impulsiveness should be done with caution. The people in front of you are real ruthless gangsters. Good guys don't resort to violence and coercion like I do." Was he
really ruthless? At least this handsome man in his thirties never showed a fierce expression, but that was precisely what made him so terrifying. Ken Ito sat cross-legged on the sofa, coldly watching the man in the suit who had moved to a different sofa.
As Saya carefully wiped the blood trickling down Ken's forehead with tissues, the boy's eyes were fixed on Toyama.
"Violence and coercion?"
"Heh... fine, from now on, you and Saya-chan are both mine. Your lives and deaths are in my hands. And so are your destinies."
It was a threat, wasn't it? Toyama actually pulled a pistol from his suit jacket, seemingly casually wiping it with a handkerchief. An American Desert Eagle, a gangster who could wield a gun, a gangster who could afford American equipment—that was the information Ken Ito had received.
"Ken, I'm sorry to you and Saya, but I really had no choice. When we made this agreement, the family was truly driven to the brink of despair. You know, back then I made you stay at home, and even had Saya and Takahiro come to live with the Ito family, because many creditors had already come knocking on our door." Sanae,
only thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, with at least a tenth of her hair already gray, moved Ito Ken deeply. His tearful appearance left Ito Ken speechless.
He naturally understood the situation back then; those idle people who returned to the neighborhood almost every day to vandalize were clearly pawns hired by the creditors, yet they were also not to be trifled with. It was during that time that Saya, who had always been innocent and carefree, truly began to grow up.
"If we don't accept President Toyama's help, those creditors will probably tear our whole family apart. You know, Ken, they can even hire yakuza, you can imagine what will happen, right?"
If they don't accept President Toyama's help, their family will immediately face an unpredictable and catastrophic disaster. But if they accept President Toyama's debts, the consequence of not being able to repay them is the loss of their child. It's such a cruel choice, but it's the only measure Sanae can take.
"President Toyama, what do you intend to do to me and Saya?"
At this moment, Saya, who is more like family than lover, is sitting beside him. Ito Ken holds her soft, white hand and asks coldly.
"Aren't you afraid I'll immediately grab a cleaver from the kitchen and chop you up?"
It's just a pretentious threat. Toyama smiles confidently, and the two tall, burly bodyguards behind him chuckle softly.
"I assure you, Ito-kun, if you really dare to go to the kitchen and grab a cleaver, Saya-chan will be fine, but what will happen to Sanae and her husband... Kobayashi, what kind of fate do you think would be best for Sanae and her husband?"
The last sentence was addressed to a bodyguard behind him, who spoke slowly with a mocking tone, staring at the pale-faced Ito Ken.
"There are many ways. For example, we can have Mrs. Sanae work as a hostess in a brothel for ten years. Even if she gets old, we don't care; there are plenty of young men who like older women. As for Mr. Sanae, he can't go to a host club. Human organs are too cruel. I'm sorry, President, I can't think of a solution right now." "
Oh... then we'll cut off his limbs and feed them to the dogs..."
"Shut up, Tanaka! This kind of cruel method is not what the president likes. Slap yourself!"
The other bodyguard, who was being reprimanded, actually apologized loudly and slapped himself in the face, but Ito Ken felt that the slap was definitely on his face.
Toyama completely ignored the ensuing conversation and calmly addressed Ito Ken's earlier question.
"Are you going to let me answer this question here?"
Ito Ken remained silent. The Sanae couple were sitting right beside him; how could he let Toyama reveal the answer to such a question? Besides, anyone could guess the outcome for Saya, being a girl. Wouldn't that be rubbing salt into the wounds of the already exhausted couple?
"I'll give you an hour to say goodbye, and then come with me. Don't worry, it's not like we'll never see each other again. My Toyama Takayuki's Sei Sakura-kai, while not as well-known as the Yamaguchi-gumi, is indeed a nationally and even globally significant yakuza organization. Letting you out for a while and then keeping an eye on you is quite easy, so don't worry."
Although he was essentially taking the two away from their family like human traffickers, Toyama maintained a gentle tone throughout, repeatedly reassuring Ito Ken. A fire burned within him, yet he couldn't vent it; in fact, the fire was slowly dissipating, leaving Ito Ken momentarily bewildered.
How had he said goodbye to the Sanae couple, who had cared for him for five years? How had Mrs. Sanae so heartbrokenly embraced her beloved daughter? Ito Ken was somewhat confused, but Toyama assured him that they hadn't lost contact with their family forever, and that Takahiro would simply believe his older sister and brother had gone to study elsewhere.
Ito Ken was still wearing the same clothes he was in—a simple jacket and trousers. Saya, too, hadn't chosen her junior high school uniform that she'd worn for three years, knowing what was to come; she was wearing the furisode kimono Ito Ken had worn when he entered the house. Wearing a pink dress adorned with chrysanthemums, paired with a girl's hip-cut hairstyle that reached her waist, along with white tabi socks and wooden clogs, the usually dignified and composed eldest daughter of the Sanae family silently stepped out of the house.
Parked in front was a stretched Lincoln, which was definitely a luxury car. One bodyguard got into the driver's seat first, while another opened the door for Toyama.
"Father, Mother, until we meet again."
Saya, who had maintained a calm expression until they reached the car door, finally couldn't hold back her tears. Although her voice remained calm, a single tear slowly rolled down her cheek, while Mrs. Sanae was already sobbing uncontrollably.
As the car gradually drove away from the street where he had grown up, seeing the two familiar faces standing far away at the door, refusing to go inside, Ito Ken felt as if a huge stone was pressing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
"Don't worry, you two, it's not like you'll never see each other again. In fact, it's just a change of residence."
Sitting opposite him, Toyama spread out the long table in the extended space and poured himself a glass of wine. Although he said this, who knew what this guy, who claimed to be a ruthless killer in the yakuza, would actually do?
"Toyama, what exactly do you want from us?"
Saya, who had remained silent the entire time, stared blankly at the long table before me, so naturally, I became the main negotiator.
"Well… for Saya-chan, it's naturally a raising-up game. Don't let my age fool you; I'm definitely not outdated like an eighteen-year-old. As for you, well, you're just part of my perverse tastes…
a witness to Sanae Saya's raising-up game?"
Damn it… this Toyama Takayuki is a complete bastard! Not only did he force our family to split up, but he also came up with such a disgusting idea. A raising-up game? And a witness?!
"Hmph...The Tale of Genji?"
"No, no, not The Tale of Genji. You seem to really like her, don't you? Don't worry, as long as you two can still love each other after Saya-chan has slept with many men, I'll fully allow you to marry her."
Toyama smiled, but his words filled Ito Ken with waves of anger and helplessness. Should he immediately rush up and beat this man up? But even ignoring the Desert Eagle that was undoubtedly loaded with bullets, the threat he'd received at Sanae's house earlier was enough to make him suppress the urge, almost to the point of self-torture.
Violent threats are the most terrifying force in the underworld. Invisible, yet manifest.
"I'll send Saya to St. Lily Academy; that's my territory. As for you, hehe, well, you're just a very lucky kid."
St. Lily Academy? Ken Ito had heard of this school before; it seemed to be a rather famous, large private school, where students who could attend all paid exorbitant tuition fees.
"Toyama-san…"
Saya spoke slowly, her voice soft and sweet. Although she tried to remain calm, Ken Ito, who knew her so well, could naturally sense the unease within it.
"For the safety of my family, I will naturally obey your orders, after all, that's what the agreement stipulated. Although the law won't recognize it, the yakuza certainly have their own set of rules, right? I only have one request, and I hope you can grant it."
Saya… Ken Ito grasped her soft little hand. He was just an ordinary high school graduate, and facing an entity of the yakuza's level, he felt utterly powerless.
"Oh, you mean, I'm still quite lenient with Saya-chan."
In Ken Ito's view, perhaps Toyama truly considered Saya his possession, or perhaps a canary at his mercy. The reason he was called along was probably just because of that "bad sense of humor," which was truly despicable.
"Please don't make things too difficult for my parents, especially Ken, okay?"
He had actually ended up being protected by a girl... Ito Ken gripped Saya's hand tightly, biting his lip.
The journey was silent; Toyama simply sipped his red wine with contentment. Neither Ito Ken nor Saya was in the mood to speak, each silently gazing at the scenery outside the car windows. After a short while, the Lincoln slowly pulled up in front of a rather large Japanese-style villa.
Located in the suburbs, flanked by forests, four bodyguards in black suits stood arrogantly at the entrance. This meant that even if Ito Ken suddenly attacked and assassinated Toyama, he and Saya would face a hellish fate.
Inside the living room, Toyama was still accompanied by his two bodyguards, while Ito Ken and Saya sat on the other side of the sofa. Seeing one of the men in the black suit bring over a box, Ito Ken cautiously asked...
"What's this?"
"Your precious treasure to prevent you from dying from exhaustion."
With a mocking laugh, a chastity belt was tossed in front of Ito Ken.
"Put it on. I don't want my nephew to collapse from losing control of his manhood. Your mind and body aren't strong enough for that yet."
Ito Ken stared at the chastity belt beside him with a strange look, his mind a complete mess.
"Let me reintroduce myself. I am Toyama Takayuki, a yakuza boss and president of a large company, as well as a female erotica master."
Female erotica master... what's that?
Seeing the confusion on Ito Ken's face, Toyama continued.
"Many yakuza groups nowadays focus on continuous development, constantly trying to whitewash their image.
However, our organization has never abandoned a highly profitable industry: the training and management of prostitutes. These so-called 'female trainers' are professionals who train ordinary girls or women into qualified technical personnel and make the most of their skills. In fact, there aren't many female trainers nationwide these days. Of course, we don't need many."
Toyama was as talkative as ever, but his words made Ito Ken gasp sharply. Similarly, Saya's hand, which he had been holding, quickly clenched into a fist.
"You...you mean..."
"That's right, I'm going to have my senior brother train Saya-chan, and you'll assist him as his apprentice.
Hehe, how about that, isn't it interesting? This is the most interesting raising game I can think of. The Tale of Genji is a classic, but it's an old trick from so many years ago. Nowadays, people need some new elements for entertainment."
"Toyama-san!"
Saya's shrill, piercing voice drew everyone's attention to her.
Saya had known about Toyama Takayoshi's plan for a month. It was a sunny afternoon when the guest who had suddenly come to visit, after dismissing his parents, made this malicious joke to Saya. It was after experiencing various emotional changes that she was able to maintain that silent attitude when she was taken away a month later, instead of being like Ito Ken.
But she still never expected that Toyama Takayoshi's perverse sense of humor would reach such a level. If it were simply a matter of training her, whether to make her a holy prostitute or a holy slave, she would have eventually given up her resistance after a month of internal struggle, despite her resentment.
But now, this person was actually going to train her alongside Ken, whom she considered both family and lover! No matter how much Saya's mental fortitude had been tempered, when she suddenly learned of this fact, the shame and indignation in her heart finally made her scream without any restraint.
"You just promised me!"
She had just promised herself, promised not to make things difficult for Ken, so why, why did she have to make such an outrageous request? Whether as family or lovers, having him as an assistant was something Saya absolutely didn't want to do.
"Fine, I'll go back on my word. You're mine now. Even if the yakuza are supposed to be loyal, they don't need to be so particular about these things with their pet bitch, do they?"
Saya's heart nearly stopped beating. She didn't even dare look at Ito Ken's expression. Because she knew that his large hand, clenched into a fist, was already tighter than it could possibly be.
"Alright, Ito, go upstairs to your bedroom and change your chastity belt. But don't start masturbating as soon as you get in, or your mental state will really suffer. Saya-chan, go to my room and take a shower, then get dressed. My senior brother will be here soon."
As soon as Toyama finished speaking, his two bodyguards gestured for him to enter. Saya didn't dare look at Ito Ken's expression, keeping her head down as she followed one of them into Toyama's room.
What was Ito Ken feeling as he put on his chastity belt? And what was he feeling as he put his clothes back on? He couldn't understand it at all. So much had happened in those two short hours; his heart hadn't been at peace since the car left Tokyo, and now it had been subjected to new stimulation.
But Toyama's words might actually be true. As he put on the chastity belt, Ito Ken, though not yet erect, felt his penis begin to swell.
Coming downstairs, when Ito Ken returned to the living room, he found a seemingly颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being decadent, disillusioned, or颓废) middle-aged man sitting next to Toyama, the two chatting about something.
"Oh, Ito-kun, you're here. Come, let me introduce you."
The man, around thirty years old, was similar to Toyama, but his brown suit was somewhat wrinkled, and his hair was long and curly, though it seemed to be just styling wax rather than excessive oil. The slightly颓废 man had a beard, and when he saw Ito Ken looking at him, a hint of amusement flashed in his previously listless eyes.
"Aizawa Naotsugu, a high-level female trainer, and your future master."
Aizawa Naotsugu was Toyama's senior, and his female trainer skills far surpassed Toyama's. Although both had been training female trainers for ten years, while Aizawa had obtained his high-level title three years ago, Toyama was still just an ordinary junior female trainer. Although Toyama's strength wasn't particularly high, Aizawa's achievement of obtaining a high-level title in just seven years was a genius that astonished the entire underworld.
Aizawa's influence couldn't be ignored in the development of Toyama's Saint Sakura Society to its current level.
"You mean...this man is going to do that kind of thing to Saya?"
"Ito, although as an ordinary person you can't possibly understand Aizawa-senpai's greatness, being able to follow him is definitely the greatest blessing of your life. As for Saya, you can rest assured. I've already promised that as long as you two are in love, marriage and children are not a problem. Treat the current training, or anything else, as a profession." "
Hmm, indeed a profession. What about that Sanae Saya you've been admiring for so long?"
Aizawa's presence here wasn't accidental; he had long wanted to take on a disciple as a successor to his skills, something Toyama knew. And Toyama, several years ago, had taken a liking to a stunningly beautiful girl and had long harbored the desire to train her, all of which Aizawa was aware of. These two fellow disciples had little interest in simply possessing a woman; for them, training was a great art.
To cultivate innocent young girls or women into exquisite prostitutes—what a magnificent artistic achievement!
Taking on a disciple? It was time to take on one, after all, Aizawa himself was already a high-level female prostitute trainer.
Even an ordinary intermediate-level trainer was fully qualified to train a disciple, let alone him?
"Saya-chan, come into the living room quickly, Mr. Aizawa wants to take a good look at you."
When Aizawa looked in the direction the door opened, his usually listless eyes suddenly opened.
The first impression the pink kimono-clad, hee-haired girl gave Aizawa was that of a Yamato Nadeshiko; her water-like quality stirred a feeling of tenderness even in someone as experienced with women as he was. Her petite figure, seemingly not even exceeding 1.5 meters, was already short among her fifteen-year-old peers, but even more endearing.
"Hello, Aizawa-san."
The girl, having just bathed, exuded a faint fragrance, and her long black hair clung tightly to her back.
Her slender waist, accentuated by the sash, made her appear almost boneless. As Saya slowly bowed, a corner of her white undershirt peeked out from her neckline.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as her gaze slowly swept over the complex expression on Ito Ken's face, then over the smiling Toyama, finally settling on the颓废-looking man before her. Saya knew this man would completely change her life.
"Tsk tsk, very good, very good. Take off your clothes."
The first sentence was insignificant, but the second made Ito Ken's heart skip a beat.
Saya's face flushed red. Not to mention other men, neither Takahiro nor Ito Ken, not even her father had seen her naked since she was eight. And at this moment, Toyama Takayuki and Aizawa Naotsugu—although the bodyguards had left, the most crucial figure, Ito Ken, was right before her. If the former felt only shyness, the latter felt utter shame.
Seeing Saya's hesitation, Aizawa smiled slightly and said...
"Saya, is it? Let me tell you plainly now, I intend to train you into a holy prostitute. As your trainer, I can completely decide your fate. If you continue to disobey me, I might auction you off."
The threat couldn't be clearer. Saya focused her gaze on the ground, not even glancing at Ito Ken, who was so close. Her face flushed, she began to remove the clothes she had just put on.
Kimonos are actually quite easy to remove. After untying the sash, she simply pushed it behind her back, leaving her only in a thin white silk undershirt and equally white boxer briefs.
Ito Ken subconsciously thanked Toyama; without the chastity belt, he would definitely be erect right now.
Saya, who would turn sixteen on June 17th of this year, was very petite, her body as delicate as a young girl's. Her skin, while not snow-white, was a very pale flesh color, with no rough spots on the surface, and very sparse body hair. As Saya's undershirt came off, revealing her still-white full-cup bra, Takeru Ito was stunned.
He looked the girl up and down.
Baby-like feet! Size definitely no more than 34, absolutely! Saya's thin, delicate skin on the instep was incredibly smooth, and her entire foot truly had that adorable baby fat. From the instep to the ankle, the skin not only lacked those unsightly blue veins, but also had a kind of "frosted"...smoothness? When the beauty blushed and took off her socks in public, Takeru Ito clearly saw the vibrant pink on the soft soles of her feet.
Her legs were slender, yet soft and full. Her thighs were slightly thicker than her calves, but not by much, equally white and lustrous. Above, white boxer shorts completely covered her small buttocks. Saya's buttocks weren't large, but they were very perky, clearly feeling wonderful to the touch. Her
slender waist, within arm's reach of her height of less than 1.5 meters, was easily within reach. Her small belly button was adorable, her belly white, and there was no visible ribcage. Saya's body, though slender, was not without a touch of voluptuousness, as if a baby had been magnified.
Her breasts weren't large, like her loli-like figure, seemingly a B-cup, just enough to create a slight cleavage under her bra. Although shallow, they still captivated Ito Ken's eyes.
After all, he was just an eighteen-year-old boy. When the girl he had liked for so many years was now only wearing her underwear in front of him for the first time, all he could do was stare wide-eyed, longingly.
If this were just an audition for an AV actress, it would end there, and Aizawa's big hands would probably start groping her, right? Just as Ito Ken was thinking this, he heard the man beside him say,
"Take off your clothes."
Saya's face was already very red, and her heart was pounding. It was the first time that she had exposed her body to men, and to three men at once, including her own...
Ken. The feeling of shyness and shame had already made her face burn. When Aizawa said this, her body trembled involuntarily.
"Take off your clothes, Saya."
It was an order that could not be refused. Having been mentally prepared for it a month ago, Saya exhaled a hot breath and unhooked the bra that covered her breasts.
What beautiful breasts! Though not quite small like steamed buns, they had already captivated Ito Ken's gaze. In the center of those B-cup breasts, the pink areolas resembled a strawberry on a creamy ice cream cone, and the soft nipples pressed against them were the most striking features. When Saya bent down to remove her panties, her trembling breasts, though small, were still mesmerizing.
Her panties… were off. Her
neatly trimmed pubic hair formed a beautiful inverted triangle, not thick, but rather sparse, yet precisely because of this, all three men present could clearly see the pink crevice between her legs. The petite girl, completely naked, lowered her head, her flat bangs obscuring her eyes. Her ears, a stark contrast to her skin tone, were a silent testament to the extreme of her shyness.
Aizawa's scrutinizing gaze made Ito Ken incredibly annoyed, but he could only suppress it.
"Your breasts are a little small, but that's part of your charm. Saya, are you a virgin?" "
...Yes."
"Have you ever masturbated?" " ...
No."
"Have you ever watched AV?"
"...No."
Indeed, that was true, and Ito Ken was quite relieved. Because of Sanae's excellent upbringing, Saya, who had received elite education from a young age, had never been exposed to such things. Besides, she still had four months until her sixteenth birthday.
Saya was incredibly shy; a burning sensation spread from her cheeks to her ears without end. Under Aizawa's orders, she was forced to release her arms from her chest and abdomen, and proudly expose her body to the three men before her.
No… Ken is watching… no, no… Ken is looking at my body… a body I was only supposed to see when we married… but now…
Because she was forced to look up, Saya inevitably saw Ito Ken's face. Whether it was amazement or heartache, that figure, like an older brother or a lover, was right before her. If it were simply a matter of exposing herself to others, perhaps Saya wouldn't be clenching her fists like this. But with Ito Ken also in front of her, a heavy weight pressed down on her chest, making it hard to breathe.
"Okay, that's fine. We haven't started the formal training yet, let's take it slow. Saya, right? Put your clothes on. You, and... Ito, right? This villa is where we'll be living from now on. Of course, after school starts, Saya will need to go to St. Lily's School. I'll go there as a teacher, and Ito, you'll be my assistant."
St. Lily's Private School is a boarding school, and it's already the end of March. Ito Ken calculated that it's only three days from now. Saya
, blushing, put her kimono back on, but her stunning yet incredibly cute body would never disappear from Ito Ken's mind. On the contrary, everyone knew that this was just the beginning.
As if he felt it was unnecessary for him to stay any longer, Toyama smiled and patted Saya's forehead before smilingly greeting everyone and leaving. At this moment, only three people remained in the living room. The young boy and girl sat together on the sofa, staring at the disheveled man across the coffee table.
"Speak up, what do you want to ask? You must have a lot of questions, right?"
Aizawa's bluntness surprised Ito Ken.
"What I want to know is, what would happen if I grabbed a kitchen knife and killed you right now?"
It was that kind of question again. Aizawa chuckled silently. He'd faced this question countless times, yet his answers were always so amusing.
"First of all, my Taekwondo and Karate are top-tier, and I also know Muay Thai and Sanda. Secondly, if you really killed me, a high-level female martial arts master… a high-level female martial arts master, you can imagine what would happen to you, right?"
Another threat, a blatant threat, but undeniably the most effective method. Ito Ken was merely testing the waters with these angry words; he wouldn't act impulsively.
"Alright, any more questions? I'll answer anything you know."
"Why do you still need to send Saya to school?"
"First of all, as I said, I just want to train her into a 'holy prostitute.' That is to say, it's just a profession, so of course she needs to go to school. Secondly, hehe..."
Aizawa chuckled wickedly.
"To outsiders, St. Lily Academy is a high-end institution used to cultivate talent, and that's indeed the case. Every semester, it sells a certain number of 'holy prostitutes' to the Japanese underworld, and the school itself always maintains a team of about ten 'holy prostitutes' for the school's real investors and other VIP clients to enjoy at any time."
Ito Ken blinked at the man in front of him, while Saya beside him shrank back.
"Train... the student?"
Ito Ken was naturally incredulous; what Aizawa said defied common sense. Especially since St. Lily Academy had a very good reputation, with almost all of its thousand students coming from wealthy families, including many sons and daughters of zaibatsu. How could they possibly be involved in such a thing?
"The school allocates a certain number of free spots each year, which are naturally used to gain prestige. But those... right, the free students are only girls, and their only purpose is to be candidates for female dogs. Depending on the situation, we female students will train them into whatever we want. Of course, they themselves don't know this beforehand, otherwise, what's the point?"
So there's such an inside story... Ito Ken had never imagined that such unspoken rules existed in the underworld. VIP clients, huh? They're just some other conglomerates, right?
Ito Ken's mind was already in turmoil. At this moment, he had no idea what to think or ask. Subconsciously, he suddenly realized that these two fellow students were both chatterboxes...
Indeed, even though Aizawa said he would answer all questions, as he answered more and more, this disheveled man actually stood up and enthusiastically chatted with the confused Ito Ken and the silent Saya.
Perhaps this is related to his "self-appointed" acceptance of Ito Ken as his apprentice, after all, this can be considered a form of instruction.
"Holy prostitutes! Why are they called that!? It's because their service to men is not simply due to their sexual skill, but driven by their inner desires! Unlike other female prostitutes, the method that Toyama, my teacher, and I use is to dig out the latent desires within women!"
Like Hitler giving a passionate speech on stage, Aizawa waved his arms excitedly, speaking passionately to the two who were already somewhat stunned.
"Imagine it, Ito, a girl who appears utterly pure and innocent, serving men with extreme lewdness from the bottom of her heart—isn't that a sacred existence?! How can ordinary prostitutes and sex slaves compare? Those people merely possess skill, while ours... stems from heartfelt and physical desire!"
Aizawa's shocking words seemed to possess a powerful magic. Listening to his words and witnessing his almost frenzied actions, Ito Ken actually felt a surge of excitement. Indeed, his family and lover were sitting right beside him, and would be the first to put this speech into practice.
Even knowing this, Ito Ken couldn't suppress the surging feeling.
"Aizawa-san...you...you're joking, right?"
"Joking!? You're the one joking! Kid, being a female disciple is a sacred profession. With me here, you'll never regret choosing this path. The girl beside you is your lover, right? Don't worry, her ultimate fate is just a matter of my word." "
...Aizawa-san."
A soft voice, though somewhat shy, spoke again after a long silence.
"The reason Toyama-san sent Ken here was to find you a disciple, right? And I...
just happened to become the ready-made...object?"
Looking at the girl's apprehensive gaze, Aizawa nodded with a smile.
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