Harem Heaven

My name is Komaba Morito, an ordinary second-year high school student—average in sports, average in grades, average in talents; just like most ordinary students. But when I woke up this morning, everything was different.
The same sunlight, the same bed, the same alarm clock, but something different existed within me. It was a strange power, currently unknown to me, that would soon make me invincible.

Yesterday was one of countless tragic memories from my past; my confession failed again. The beautiful girl with flowing long hair and delicate features rejected me with a tone completely incongruous with her appearance. On my way home from school, I could only console myself with a bitter smile; after all, I was just a toad trying to eat swan meat. How could an ordinary boy like me compete with a tall, handsome, athletic, and wealthy young master?

As usual, before heading home, I rested briefly on the hills behind the mountain, hoping my eyes wouldn't be swollen and unsightly, and hoping the bruises from the beating by the young master's henchmen would stop throbbing. I knew it was unlikely, but I still held onto a sliver of hope—at least I could calm myself down.

Then I saw that light; a thin green ray slowly expanding from the sky. While I was still busy observing it, it had already reached me with unparalleled speed—no, inside me. How can I put it?
I was hit on the head by a meteorite?! This was the last impression I could remember; the ochre red of the setting sun, so beautiful…

A cold wind woke me up; it was already past eleven at night. If my parents hadn't been on vacation out of town for their wedding anniversary, I would have been dead. I ran home along the mountain path in the dark, too exhausted to even wash up, and collapsed into bed, falling asleep instantly.

When I opened my eyes; right now, I know something different has happened to me.
What exactly happened, I don't know. Maybe it's just because I overslept, but I still feel something different is happening to me. It reminds me of that meteorite that pierced my head yesterday! Good heavens! I wasn't exactly handsome to begin with, and now with a bruise on my face, I'm sure I'll never have any luck with women (even though I've accumulated countless experiences of rejection)!

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror from left to right… no scars, no ugliness, no handsomeness; nothing like what happens in comic books. I guess I've really suffered a huge shock. I should go out for a walk to clear my head; maybe it can change my mood. It's better than staying home all day, lamenting that I'm neither dashing nor rich.

Today is a beautiful sunny day. A few white clouds drift slowly across the azure sky, and the early spring wind still carries a hint of chill. It's not perfect weather for shopping, but since I'm alone, I don't care too much.

Then came the moment I noticed the change; a moment that still fills me with joy.

After walking two streets, I saw a beautiful girl in a light blue spring dress approaching from the opposite direction. It was Tamagawa Miyuki from the next class; a top-five beauty in the entire school, academically gifted, and gentle—the dream girl of many boys—of course, I was one of them, but with so many competitors, I knew my chances were slim, and in the end, all I could do was offer a few empty words of self-encouragement and then quietly step aside. In short, in Miyuki's memory, I was just a "classmate" from the next class whom she'd met a few times, someone whose name she barely remembered.
"Hi, Tamagawa-kun." Even if she didn't remember me, greeting a beautiful girl was better than nothing, right? If Miyuki could politely nod at me, or even reply with "Hi," that would be enough to make me happy.
Unexpectedly, Miyuki suddenly stopped in front of me, slightly raised her head, and looked at me with her beautiful eyes, which had suddenly become a little vacant

. She answered earnestly, "Good morning, Komaba-san." Then she remained still, staring at me as if in a daze. "Tamagawa-san?" I was stunned for a moment and called out to Miyuki again.

"Yes, Komaba-san," Miyuki answered gently. This not only flattered me (Oh my god! She remembered my name!), but also made me completely forget the unpleasant memories of yesterday.
Mustering my courage, I boldly invited, "Tamagawa-san, are you free? I wonder if I could invite you for a cup of coffee and chat?" I couldn't believe I actually said it. Was this really something an ordinary high school student who had just been rejected yesterday and had just rebuilt her confidence from her painful memories should say?

"Sure, where do you want to go?" Miyuki's slightly vacant eyes returned to their large, bright, and spirited state, looking at me with a gaze I never dared to hope for in my entire life.

"Then, let's go to the dibice across from the post office." A slightly stuttering voice came out of my mouth. Today's progress was enough for me to record a success in my memoirs.

"Okay, let's go then." Miyuki said, and then naturally took my arm...

My heart was pounding! My head felt like it was on high voltage! Is this real?! How could this be?!
But I could definitely feel Miyuki's body temperature coming from my arm, along with the soft touch of her chest and the lemon scent wafting from her hair.

At that moment, I thought to myself, "I have no regrets in this life, Dad! Mom! Thank you for bringing me into this world!"

Lost in thought, I was led by one of the five most beautiful girls in school into the DIBICE café in front of the post office. The next two hours were the happiest time of my life. Miyuki and I chatted like childhood friends, talking about everything under the sun. Our nicknames for each other changed from "Komaba-kun" and "Tamagawa-kun" to "Morito" and "Miyuki." This pace of development was enough for me to build a monument to commemorate it.

Soon, it was almost noon. Because we were having such a great time, we decided to move to a fast-food restaurant to continue chatting and fill our stomachs.

"It would be even better if we could eat Miyuki's cooking!" These words slipped out of my mouth unintentionally, half a test, half a hope.

"Okay, then let's skip the fast food and go to the supermarket to buy some groceries." Miyuki smiled gently and shyly, taking my hand and leading me to the other side of the market. At that moment, I truly thanked God! Could such a good thing really exist? A girl who was practically an acquaintance yesterday was now willing to cook for me?

Yes! Thinking about it carefully, something just didn't feel right. Could it be that Miyuki had a crush on me for a long time?
...I have enough self-awareness to believe it. Or perhaps Miyuki was attracted to my charm? Pshaw!

What charm do I have...?

Then I remembered the green meteorite; my life changed from that moment on.

After buying the groceries, Miyuki and I naturally walked home, and she cooked a delicious meal... Really, the man who marries Miyuki is so lucky; that's my heartfelt feeling.

While Miyuki was washing the dishes after dinner, I boldly (I've been bold enough many times today) touched her shoulders from behind.

"Miyuki..."

"Hmm?" Miyuki's answer was steady and natural; her shoulders weren't tense at all, and her movements while washing the dishes didn't falter in the slightest.

"Why...why are you being so nice to me today...?" My voice trembled slightly, like a child who had done something wrong. I knew Miyuki's answer would be the key to solving all my doubts; the scene I had longed for for so many years had finally come true. If it was a dream, I had already had enough.

"Because you asked me to do this, Mamoru." Miyuki stacked the washed dishes, wiped her hands, turned around, and smiled as she answered my foolish question: "I'll do anything you want."
"Why?" I believe I might be the dumbest man in history: "Before yesterday, I was certain we weren't even nodding acquaintances! But today..."

Miyuki's eyes regained that emptiness... as if her life had been ripped away in an instant, leaving her a talking doll: "Because it was Mamoru who asked me to do it, so I did it." Then she returned to her usual self: "Whatever Mamoru wishes, I will do..."

Miyuki slowly walked to me and knelt down: "Master, everything I have is yours..." Her eyes were filled with a gentle smile; and unwavering loyalty.

If I had to describe the feeling, I would say it felt like my head had just been hit by a hammer.
Was it that meteorite? Or was this just some kind of prank? Did I really expect a loyal and beautiful woman to suddenly appear beside me? I think I'd better test it again…

“You said, everything you have is mine?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Don’t call me Master, just call me by my name, like before.”

“Yes, Mamoru.”

“Everything you say… even your body?”

“Yes, Mamoru. I know boys yearn for my body, but everything I have exists for you.”

“Prove it… prove it to me.”

I couldn’t believe I could say such things, but I couldn’t believe Miyuki’s answer was so direct and frank.
Miyuki’s eyes held a hint of shyness in addition to gentleness and loyalty. She slowly stood up and took two steps back to make sure I could see her every move. Miyuki delicately took off her light blue cotton dress and thin sweater, and now I could see that only her lovely white underwear and white stockings covering her lower body remained on Miyuki’s snow-white body. Miyuki generously displayed her beautiful body, continuing to slowly remove her stockings, bra, and panties.

I could only stare blankly at the entire process; Miyuki's figure was perfectly proportioned, with a slender waist, full and perky pink breasts, smooth skin, and that most mysterious triangle... I felt two streams of hot blood coursing through my veins, one flowing down my lower body, the other rushing straight to my nose. It took me a while to process the beautiful sight before me, and to suppress the nosebleed that almost erupted, but I was absolutely certain that my lower body had already broken free of my control.

Miyuki swayed her graceful figure and leaned closer, gently sitting beside me, pressing her soft breasts against my arm, her breath sweet and her eyes hazy and beautiful as she looked at my face... I gave her my first kiss, and it seemed that even my virginity might be lost to me today.

First, a light kiss on the lips, then the movements slowly increased and deepened, and Miyuki and I naturally embraced, passionately responding to each other's deep kiss, while Miyuki's right hand slowly pressed against my erect penis. I was startled, but Miyuki's kiss didn't let up. I could only watch helplessly as she loosened my jeans and underwear, her warm, soft hands pulling out my erect penis. The feeling was so good, like an electric shock coursing through my entire body.

We parted our lips, and Miyuki smiled shyly, bending down to kneel on the carpet. She began to serve my manhood with her hands, her rosy lips, and her soft, smooth tongue. This was the first time in my life I had experienced the beauty of a girl. Miyuki's hot lips kept sucking on my penis, her tongue relentlessly tracing my most sensitive areas, and her smooth little hands gently massaging my penis. I quickly became unable to resist the impending climax.

"Miyuki, I... I'm going to cum...!!"

Hearing my moan, Miyuki worked even harder, as if she was born to serve men like this. The instant I ejaculated, Miyuki's mouth began to suckle vigorously at the center of my penis, allowing me to release all my semen into her mouth. After this ejaculation lasting more than ten seconds, Miyuki's mouth finally left my penis, swallowing my ejaculation with the most blissful expression.

The only sounds in the room, besides the air conditioner, were my panting. As I slowly calmed down, Miyuki considerately served me again with her delicate hands and tongue, quickly restoring my virility.

"Miyuki..." If a human's eyes can exude animalistic instincts, I believe it must refer to this moment.
"Mmm..." Miyuki murmured, obediently letting me push her down onto the sofa, her charming smile, tinged with a blush, signaling my advance.

I gently kissed her alluring breasts, sucking on her erect nipples, my tongue gradually moving down amidst her gentle caresses, teasing the glistening red clitoris on her moist lips. Miyuki's legs were spread wide, her toes trembling at an incredible angle, enduring my onslaught amidst a series of soft moans; the techniques I'd learned from pornographic films were unexpectedly proving useful here.

The final moment arrived. Looking into Miyuki's blissful eyes, I adjusted my tip to align with her tender, moist, and warm crotch, then slowly and firmly entered her. So warm, so tight, so slippery, I felt myself being caressed by layers of swirling flesh; the feeling of experiencing this for the first time was truly supreme.

Miyuki breathed and moaned softly as my member slowly penetrated deeper until I encountered a barrier.
I knew this was Miyuki's most precious virginity. Looking down at her, Miyuki's slightly sweaty face gave me an encouraging smile, and so I thrust into her.

"Ugh...!!" Miyuki suppressed her pain, which pained me to see; did I really deserve to take a girl's most precious thing like this?

I kissed Miyuki's entire body until her pain seemed to gradually transform into pleasure.

"Shouren...please...I...I'm so itchy..." Miyuki shyly uttered these soft, tender words that would make any man's blood boil. I believe both she and I could feel my penis suddenly swell! I began my real action, thrusting quickly and powerfully in and out of her beautiful, tight vagina, enjoying every bit of pleasure from Miyuki's tight, warm flesh. From the way Miyuki clung to me tightly, I was certain she was enjoying it very much too.

The final climax arrived. Amid my low cries and Miyuki's soft moans, I felt Miyuki's body stiffen, her vagina rapidly writhing and rubbing against my penis. In a tremor, Miyuki released a surge of heat that covered my tip, and I, stimulated by this, ejaculated again. We embraced quietly, enjoying the tranquility after the climax.

My mind went blank; even though I had just experienced the ultimate pleasure of my first time (let's not even mention the finger movements), even though a gentle and docile beautiful girl was still curled up in my arms, I still seemed unable to come to my senses for a moment. A voice deep in my head was calling out: "Look! What did you just do?"

I made the biggest bet.

A few minutes later, our breathing had become even, and I got off Miyuki, enjoying her obedient service as she cleaned the fluids off my body. We went into the bathroom together, showered and changed our clothes amidst laughter.

We looked at each other in silence, and Miyuki lowered her head shyly first... She was so cute.
A few minutes later, we walked out of the apartment building. There was no one around, only the early spring wind swirling around us.
"Miyuki..." My voice was a little dry; because if it weren't for the truth, I would never have done this.

"Yes, Mamoru." Miyuki gently played with the ends of her hair with her right hand.

"Miyuki, forget everything that happened today when we met." My voice was calm and natural, even I couldn't believe it.

"Yes, guard." After Miyuki answered, that empty look in her eyes reappeared and lasted for several seconds.

"Huh...? Where am I?" When Miyuki replied again, she looked around and said this matter-of-factly, then turned to me: "Ah! Komaba-kun!"

"Good afternoon, Tamagawa-kun." My smile and natural reply seemed perfectly natural; because only now did I finally understand; that meteorite-like thing had given me the power to manipulate other people's memories and emotions.
Miyuki, who had forgotten today's memories under my command, seemed unable to react for a moment, so I modified her memories; I made her still remember what happened this morning, the meeting, the coffee, and then the fast food lunch, and how she chatted with me while driving me back. It's a perfect memory, isn't it? So perfect that it makes me feel a little guilty.

"Well then, Komaba-kun, see you at school tomorrow!" Miyuki gave me a bright smile and turned away from my sight. The Miyuki of today is no longer the girl I was entangled with this afternoon. In her memory, I'm just a boy from the next class whom she happened to meet on the street—although I slightly altered her feelings, making her like me much more than before; like the congenial chat this morning.

Honestly, this is a painful memory for me. After all, I once had a slight crush on Miyuki, and although today wasn't her intention, it still gave me an unforgettable day.

I know I have new power, and I know that from now on I can do whatever I want; if I lose my true nature, I might even cause humanity to perish from this universe. Is this something to look forward to? Or something to fear?
I don't know.

Chapter 2: Desire

Monday, a school day (Taipei Erotic Website 757h). I, Komaba Morito, face not just a new day, but a new life. After seeing Miyuki off yesterday, I naturally did some minor mischief to test my newfound power.
For example, I made that annoying fat lady downstairs climb the entire building ten times, partly to get revenge on her nagging, and partly to give her some exercise and help her lose a little weight. As for the old man across the street with high blood pressure who's always yelling at people, I made him stand in the street and sing karaoke for half an hour with a microphone.

These kinds of pranks finally eased some of my years of resentment; I'd been bullied terribly by these "good neighbors" before.

Young men like me have a lot of energy, and before bed, I kept thinking about the day's events. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I asked the beautiful flight attendant who lives in the next building to comfort me for the night. She's a mature beauty; her rich experience in bed and oral sex skills made me feel almost like I was in heaven. Of course, she had completely forgotten about it before leaving this morning; even when I bumped into her at the gate and greeted her good morning, she didn't know who I was. She had completely forgotten last night's passion, but I remembered a beautiful black mole on her thigh.

Today, I'm going to carry out a revenge plan (actually, it's just an excuse to satisfy my lust). The girl who harshly rejected me on Saturday is named Kishimoto Chiko; she's become my private prostitute today. Just as she was about to speak ill of me, I had already taken control of her. Chiko and I are currently hiding in the gym storage room during lunch break. Chiko is busy sucking my penis, wanting to make me even happier.

"Chiko, your actions aren't lewd enough, and your voice doesn't please me, especially your oral sex skills. I can't feel any sincerity from you."

"M-Master, please forgive Chiko, Chiko will satisfy you with even more lewd actions!!" The terrified Kishimoto Chiko is no longer the proud woman she once was. I don't even allow her to call me by my name; Chiko is now just my loyal love slave.

As if trying to prove herself, Chiko cupped her ample breasts, easily a D-cup, and began to perform a blowjob on me, her mouth never idle, desperately using her body to bring me pleasure.

Chiko was truly putting in a lot of effort, and I was almost about to ejaculate, so I ordered her to stop.

"Master, please don't let Chiko stop, let Chiko satisfy you," she pleaded, her pleading expression incredibly endearing.

"Chiko," I called her name, and her eyes glazed over.

"Chiko, your body is incredibly thirsty right now, desperately craving a man to rape you, to fill your empty loneliness. Your love juices are flowing freely, your legs are trembling and swollen, intensely yearning for anything to penetrate you!"

With my command, Chiko's face flushed even more, her whole body trembling. Although she hadn't taken off her skirt, it was clear that some kind of liquid was dripping between her legs, and the insides of her calves were incredibly wet.

"But, Chiko, you can't move your whole body, you can't make a sound, you can't even moan or masturbate, you can only clearly feel your body's intense craving for sexual satisfaction."

My command was like the voice of a demon.

Chiko trembled slightly, her eyes filled with pleading and desire. Because of her intense and unsatisfied sexual desire, even her gaze became somewhat unfocused, and drool dripped from the corner of her open mouth—though not as fast as the flow from her crotch. The amount of her love fluid was unimaginable. I pulled down her skirt and clearly saw that her already soaked lace panties clung tightly to her private parts, with clear liquid dripping continuously from the cleft.
"Chiko, put your hands on the diving board behind you, rise on your toes, and stick your most itchy part forward as much as possible." Chiko clearly accepted the command. She quickly thrust her tightly wrapped lower body forward, and I could clearly see her swollen and red labia moving through the soaked fabric.

With slow, deliberate movements, I removed her lace panties from her smooth, white skin. The child's eyes held anticipation; if I allowed her to speak now, she might blurt out something like, "Master, please tear my little pussy apart!"

I lifted my erect penis and thrust it mercilessly into her honeypot. Clearly, this little slut was no virgin. Compared to the beautiful flight attendant from last night, her vaginal contractions were slightly weaker, and of course, she couldn't compare to Miyuki. But perhaps she had been starved for too long; her pussy, like an octopus's mouth, constantly swallowed and released my lower body. I didn't even need to move; we both experienced pleasure.
"Child, tell me, is your body what's called a 'masterpiece'?" If it weren't for this absolute dominance, my simple question would likely have only elicited a mocking laugh.

"Yes… Master…" The child's voice trembled with excitement, her moans incredibly beautiful.

"Ah...ah...Master..."

"Oh...Chiko, your body is amazing..."

Although we were both standing still, thanks to Chiko's exquisite vagina, we both experienced wonderful orgasms.

After it was over, Chiko helped me put on my uniform, and with my permission, she put her underwear and skirt back on; however, the smooth marks on her calves were still wet, and the blush on her face had not yet faded.

A girl like Chiko, if I didn't play with her properly, it would be a real waste of my newly acquired ability.

"Chiko," I commanded, "After school today, wait for me in front of the Sakura Bank on North Street." I had a new idea, and Chiko, this sexy and beautiful girl with a wonderful vagina, was obviously suitable for my experiment. It
was already three o'clock in the afternoon when school ended, and Chiko waited in front of the Sakura Bank as I ordered. At my whispered command, Chiko withdrew a considerable amount of cash from the ATM and put it into my pocket. Zhizi's family is in the international trade business, and she usually spends money like water. I never expected that when I just asked her to collect "a little" money, she would give me 300,000 yuan. It seems that our basic values are really different. I couldn't help but sigh.

I led the young girl past the bank and into the hotel district behind it. I glanced back; her expression remained unchanged, as if she were quite used to this kind of place. It was I who seemed less open-minded. However, my goal wasn't to take her to a hotel. I led her into a sex shop called "Joyful House"; it was a place where I often bought pornographic magazines, and I had a bit of a relationship with the owner.

"Isn't this Komaba? Long time no see! You've got some new stuff lately..." The owner, who had started promoting his wares as soon as he saw me enter, stopped talking when he saw the girl behind me, looking at me with an embarrassed and confused expression.

To be honest, I was a little uncomfortable too, bringing a girl to a place like this. So, I already had a plan in mind: I'd change the owner's memory after we were done... Sorry, boss.

"Child, greet the shopkeeper."

"Hello, shopkeeper, I am Chichild, Master Komaba's slave. Nice to meet you."

My nonchalance, Chichild's obedient deference, and the shopkeeper's stunned surprise made the atmosphere in the shop very strange.

"Komaba-kun, you..." The shopkeeper stammered, staring at me, and I could only shrug in response.
"Shopkeeper, starting today I won't buy books anymore, I want to buy you 'real toys'!" I took out the 300,000 yen from my pocket and stuffed it into the shopkeeper's hand. Since it wasn't my money, I was happy to be generous.

After the shopkeeper came to his senses, he smiled at me ambiguously and nudged me gently: "Amazing! Komaba-kun, good! I'll make sure you're completely satisfied today!" Of course, I smiled back.

Looking around at the numerous ordinary goods, I turned to the shop owner and said, "Boss, I know you have another shop. Would you mind taking me to see it?"

The owner chuckled slyly, glancing suggestively at the expressionless child. "This... is it really okay?"
This boss is no ordinary lecher; he even wants to take advantage of women brought by others... I couldn't help but think. To avoid trouble, I used my old method to stop the boss from being so fussy; anyway, I'd already given him 300,000, so he wouldn't lose anything. The

taciturn owner silently opened the hidden wooden door at the back, letting me and the child inside. He then closed the outer shop door and sat blankly in a seat outside watching TV. With no one to disturb me, I could peacefully see what kind of goods the boss had hidden.

Turning on the light, I saw a room that wasn't large, but was filled with a dazzling array of various items. Here, there were all sorts of potent aphrodisiacs, the most restricted sexy lingerie and tight leather accessories, and shelves on the right filled with various props simulating male genitalia. Directly in front were various masturbation devices simulating female genitalia, while on the left were mannequins dressed in sexy outfits. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were either high-end domestic products or exquisitely crafted imported sex dolls. Their fine craftsmanship made my penis instantly erect again, and I couldn't wait to get started.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down and turned to Chiko, saying, "Take off all your clothes, Chiko," before heading towards the sexy clothing section to start picking. Chiko responded and took off all her clothes, placing them on a chair in the corner, quietly awaiting my next command. A

white, elegant, sexy bodysuit…not bad…a black tight leather outfit with openings in the important areas…that's exciting too…a bright red tight-fitting garter belt…very erotic…I picked out seven or eight high-priced, high-quality luxury items and put them aside.

"Child, put this on first." I gave her the white stretchy bodysuit; because I was going to take her out the door later, I didn't want everyone to see that her legs were covered in black leather boots under her skirt. As
Chichild put it on, I turned to the cabinet on the right and picked out several vibrating devices that looked like they could drive girls crazy; there was a vibrator that was integrated with tight leather pants, a three-in-one vibrator that could be inserted into three holes in a woman's lower body at the same time, a double-headed penis for homosexuals, a vibrating bra, a wireless remote-controlled vibrator, and so on.
Looking back at Chichild, who looked elegant and charming after putting on the underwear, this time I gave her the tight leather pants and vibrating bra with the vibrator: "Put on these two, and then put on your uniform."

"Yes, Master." Chichild, expressionless, put on the tight leather pants without any difficulty, swallowed the thick male prosthetic, wrapped the remote-controlled vibrating bra around her full breasts, and then put on her uniform. While putting on the uniform, I realized that the leather pants were still affecting her; clearly, the intense pleasure was hindering her movements. Once dressed, the girl's expression returned to its blank face, though her legs were slightly wider apart than before. I playfully turned on the two controllers on my hand, clearly hearing the faint motor whirring from within her. Her breasts trembled slightly, her legs arched noticeably, and she lowered her head, tightly covering her crotch with her hands, breathing softly. Satisfied with
her reaction, I turned them off, and she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as she straightened up, though she looked somewhat unsteady.

Those exquisitely crafted replicas of female genitalia displayed in front of me—in the past, I think I would have taken as many as I could. But now, I can make all the beauties in the world submit to my crotch; these things are no longer necessary. What interests me more are the sex dolls on the left; I've only ever seen them in pornographic magazines before, this is the first time I've seen them in person. Even now, I'm still incredibly curious about these things, so I noted down the number of one of the dolls (the most expensive one). Before leaving the room, I also grabbed a few aphrodisiacs.

I took the child back to the shop; the owner was still watching TV. At my instruction, he helped the child pack everything I'd chosen into several cardboard boxes. I also told him the number of the doll inside. With the owner seeing me off, I led the child, dressed in sexy underwear, out of the shop. The owner would personally deliver everything to my house tonight, at which point my orders to him would be lifted.

The child's gait was noticeably strange; I knew it was because a large male replica was inserted into her wet, slippery vagina. Even under my control, the naturally lustful child couldn't suppress her primal desires. Therefore, I decided to take a taxi home with her.

It was already evening when we got home. The taxi driver initially thought my daughter was sick because of her appearance (thank you to this kind taxi driver!). She finally got out of the car safely, went upstairs, and entered my home.
Tonight, my daughter would undoubtedly become my toy.

At my command, she took off her bra and leather pants that had been causing her so much itching. Especially the leather pants; I noticed that the penis-like object was already wet and shiny, covered in her vaginal fluids. Even as she took it off, I could see a glistening silver thread running from her opening to the tip of the penis in the leather pants… Perhaps my daughter's easy control over her is simply innate.

Unlike Miyuki, she can't cook at all, perhaps because of her wealthy upbringing. So we ordered pizza delivery for dinner, and we'd barely finished eating when the owner of "Joyful House" appeared. He brought in three cardboard boxes—one large and two small. The small ones were obviously the stuff we'd bought that afternoon, and the large one, which looked like a coffin, was probably the sex doll I'd requested. After clearing the owner of his orders, he went back, half-asleep, while Zhizi and I prepared for our night of debauchery.

Zhizi was wearing a white bodysuit, her breasts and vulva exposed, looking incredibly alluring. She massaged me for a while, still dressed like that, after my meal. Midway through, my penis couldn't take it anymore and became erect (a full stomach breeds lust, the ancients were right!), and Zhizi even gave me oral sex once, swallowing all of my semen.

After the massage and a quick ejaculation, I was fully refreshed and began unpacking the boxes. The two smaller boxes contained the same things from the afternoon, so I didn't need to look at them again for now. But opening the larger box revealed something truly magnificent. I hadn't seen it clearly in the dimly lit shop that afternoon, but now, at home under the bright lights, I realized how exquisitely detailed it was; the eyebrows, eyes, contours, and figure were all lifelike, except for the lack of body temperature, even the softness and elasticity were human-like.

My daughter and I lifted the doll out and placed it on the carpet. On a sudden inspiration, I said, "Daughter, lie down on the floor like the doll."

"Yes, Master," she replied, lying down as instructed. She even perfectly mimicked the doll's slight parting of its lips for oral sex. I suddenly thought that perhaps I could enroll her in the drama club; it would not only increase the drama's appeal but also provide more opportunities to meet beautiful women. The drama club, the gymnastics club, the tea ceremony club, and the archery club are the girls' clubs at our school. The first two clubs, in particular, gather most of the school's beauties. Miyuki is also a member of the gymnastics club, which explains her incredibly flexible waist and graceful figure.

I looked at the two beautiful bodies on the ground, sat cross-legged between them, and played with each breast in one hand. Compared to dolls, dolls' breasts are much firmer, but children's breasts are soft and warm; humans are definitely better than dolls.

Then, I thought of a very strange idea.

"Chiko..."

"Yes, Master..."

"Chiko, do you see this doll? Her name is Ami. Say hello to Ami."
"Miss Ami, hello, I am Master's beloved slave, Chiko..."

"Very good, Chiko. Now I want you to perform a lesbian act for me with Ami."

"Yes, Master, Chiko loves Ami..."

"Chiko, use this to love Ami, love her in the most lewd way." As I spoke, I handed the double-headed dildo used by lesbians to Chiko. Chiko's face was flushed, her thighs were naturally wet, and her bright red nipples were already erect.

Chiko slowly caressed Ami's silicone breasts, playing with them with love on her face, her eyes burning as she stared at Ami's stiff expression; at this moment, Ami was the lover she needed most. The child, with one hand brushing aside her hairline, lowered her head to kiss Ami's crimson yet cold lips, then kissed her way down: neck, chest, lower abdomen, until she reached the opening simulated for a real woman.

The child, her legs encased in white stockings, straddled Ami's face, letting Ami's nose and mouth stimulate her body, while her upper body bent towards Ami's private parts, gently licking and caressing them. Then, the child picked up the double-headed rod and slowly inserted one end into Ami's body. Ami, though clearly female, had a male symbol erect in her lower body, looking both lewd and stimulating.

The child turned back with a seductive smile: "Master, I'm going to start playing with Ami..." She then rolled over, raising her cute buttocks, using one hand to spread her private parts to align with the erect thing below. The child swayed from side to side for a moment, then slowly sat down, gradually and firmly swallowing most of the thick, long latex dildo.

"M-Master...I'm full..." A trace of pain appeared on the child's face. Judging from the bulging of her abdomen, her vagina was already filled by the replica. If it continued, her uterus would have to be used as well. The child moved up and down with clumsy movements, using her body to coat the object between her legs with a layer of shiny, slippery fluid. She let out intermittent, delicate moans, seemingly enjoying the sensation. I could

n't bear it any longer. I walked up to the child, with the Ami doll straddling my feet.
"Child, suck me while you play," I gave the new command.

Lost in the up-and-down motion, the child seemed to come to her senses and began to serve my penis with her hands and tongue.
As the movements intensified, I knew the child's emotions were gradually rising. Of course, I didn't want her to get the ultimate satisfaction from the doll, otherwise I wouldn't have anything to play with.

So, I seized the opportunity and suddenly issued the command: "Child, leave Ami!"

The timing of this command was too perfect. The child instinctively raised her buttocks, letting the slippery object between her legs leave her hole, and her sucking of me suddenly stopped. Her thighs trembled slightly, and her mouth released my penis (but her hand didn't stop, still stroking it), saying in a muffled voice: "M-Master... let the child go! The child can't take it anymore!!"

As the child pleaded, I glanced at her crotch, where she was gushing fluid at an astonishing speed. It seemed that the time I commanded her to stop was just before she reached orgasm.

Without saying a word, I suddenly lay down, letting my penis stand tall: "Climb on, child."
Overjoyed, the child immediately knelt on top of me, fiercely swallowing my penis with her lower body.
My God! I thought to myself. The suction within the child's body was now stronger and more agile than during the day, coupled with her wanton movements and moans, and the child and I, embracing each other, quickly reached orgasm simultaneously!

"Master! The child is lost…!!"

"Child…you're so good!"

A large amount of fluid flowed from the point where our bodies met. People say that girls with lots of fluid are incredibly wanton, and it seems that's true.

That night, the child and I played three more times until we fell into a deep sleep, embracing each other. I had already prepared my grand plan for tomorrow.

Chapter 3: Harem

When I woke up in the morning, my strength and spirit had fully recovered. The child beside me was covered in dried sweat, love fluid, and my ejaculate. Her crotch was still bright red and wet; it seemed she couldn't forget her lust even in her dreams.
"Little slut, wake up."

"Hmm…good morning, Master…"

The child looked up at me, then fell back asleep. It seemed my control was still no match for the magic of sleep.

"Child, wake up!"

"Yes, Master..."

This time I tried using a more commanding tone, and sure enough, Child immediately sprang to her feet; it seems the effectiveness of my control is directly proportional to the strength of my will.

Child helped me wash up, and after she washed herself clean, I ordered her to wear a black, see-through, tight-fitting leather outfit under her uniform. Since her breasts and lower body were exposed, I could simply lift her skirt and insert myself into her warm, wet vagina. After thinking for a moment, I also instructed her to bring some sex toys and sexy clothing to put in her backpack; these would be necessary for my plans today.

The two of us first went to a breakfast shop for a hearty meal, and then went to school to begin our regular classes. At noon, I met up with Zhizi at the gym storage room for another round of intense sex. This time, without underwear, it was incredibly easy. I just had to sit down, unzip my pants to expose my penis, and Zhizi would lick it until it was incredibly aroused. Then she would lift her skirt and straddle me. Zhizi's little pussy is indeed a convenient and delicious organ, making my noon anything but boring.

After school in the afternoon, I took Zhizi to the drama club's classroom at the back of the school. Our school has a large area, so each club has ample practice space. Those who aren't in the club don't even bother to walk to other clubs; in other words, besides the drama club members, only Zhizi and I were around.

I stood outside the classroom, waiting for Zhizi to fill out her application form. At this time, the beautiful president of the drama club—Haruka Hayashimi—gathered the previously scattered members and began introducing Zhizi to the club.

"Now!" I thought to myself, opening the door and striding in, naturally saying, "Hello, everyone." Naturally, everyone looked at me and replied, "Hello."
The drama club had thirty-two members, all beautiful girls of above-average looks. Including Chiko, there were thirty-three in total. At my greeting, they all fell into a dazed state, awaiting orders.

"I'm Komaba Mamoru, and from now on, I'll be working with you all as your manager."

"Good morning, Manager Komaba..." the thirty-three replied blankly. Only Chiko, accustomed to my control, snapped out of her daze and obediently walked to my side to await instructions.

"Manager, you only call me that when there are outsiders. If we're alone, you should address me like the new member—Chiko..."

I finished speaking and gave Chiko a look. Chiko cooperatively replied, "Yes, Master." Then the other thirty-two beautiful girls also said in unison, "Yes, Master."

Just like that, I smoothly took over the drama club and built my own harem.

The club president, Haruka Hayashimi, was not only the club's star performer but also the most beautiful idol-type actress. The vice president, Kanako Kaneda, was more mature and composed; her elegant demeanor and outstanding looks and figure also drew attention. With the addition of Ikako, I divided the drama club's harem into three groups, assigning them management responsibilities, while I enjoyed the pleasure of having multiple women and indulging in fun with these beauties.

During rehearsals, the drama club members mostly wore tight-fitting leotards, like right now. Except for Ikako, who wore a leather jacket after taking off her clothes, the other thirty-two girls all wore various tight-fitting outfits, revealing their graceful figures.

"My dearest slaves," my voice was surprisingly calm, and the girls who heard me blushed, eagerly awaiting my continuation, "from now on, your lives will exist for me, just like Naoko..." As I spoke, I casually kneaded Naoko's exposed nipples and clitoris, and the moans escaping her lips showed that she was quite enjoying it. "The first thing to do to satisfy me is to remember that the clothes you wear in front of me must not only be revealing, but also sexy. Every move you make must have an arousing magic, and you must make sure that I find it pleasing to the eye."

It was clear that my speech made them feel honored, and being able to satisfy me with everything they had seemed to have become their most important survival goal; I admired my own ability to fabricate stories.

"Haruka, Kanako."

"Yes, Master," the two women answered in unison.

"You two, as role models, should change into clothes that meet my requirements first."

Chiko opened her backpack, letting me take out two sexy outfits: one a bright red halter-neck lingerie set, and the other a tight-fitting mesh bodysuit that exposed her breasts and genitals—both items I'd taken from "Joy House" yesterday.

Haruka and Kanako unceremoniously stripped off their leotards in front of everyone and changed into these two outfits that were enough to make me erect. Only then did I notice that Haruka and Kanako's nipples and genitals were still pink; it seemed they had no experience with sex, let alone masturbation, a stark contrast to Chiko's wantonness.
"These three are your role models. From now on, your attire in front of me must be at this level, understand?" I said, pointing to Haruka, Kanako, and Chiko.

"Yes, Master," the women replied, blushing.

"Chiko, suck me."

"Yes, Master."

Upon receiving my command, Chiko knelt before me, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my semi-erect penis.

"Everyone watch what Chiko does. Everyone will have to do it once in a bit." After I finished speaking, all the girls watched Chiko lick me silently. Once I was fully erect, Chiko obediently stepped back, allowing the others to do the same.

The first one was Haruka, her red camisole making her figure incredibly sexy; she knelt before me and, without hesitation, began to lick and suck my penis with her clumsy oral sex skills. The second one was Kanako, and then all the club members came forward one by one to give me oral sex.

After one round, I was completely saturated and really wanted to find a girl to release my pent-up desires inside her.

"Chunxiang, are you still a virgin?"

"Y-yes, Master..."

"As the president, you must set an example. I'm going to take your virginity now."

"Thank you for your grace, Master," Chunxiang answered shyly.

"Chiko," I turned around and said, "You're in charge of teaching the other girls how to please me."

"Yes, Master."

A minute later, Chiko gathered the other thirty-one girls and began teaching them oral sex, intercourse (Taipei Erotic Network 757h), and other female techniques that could please and satisfy me. I then took Chunxiang, whose panties were already slightly damp, into the changing room.

"Chunxiang..."

"Yes, Master..."

I stepped forward, embraced and kissed Chunxiang's sweet lips, and caressed her full breasts. Chunxiang responded gently, while wrapping her arms around my neck. I rubbed my erect lower body between Chunxiang's legs, indicating that she was ready to receive my entry. Chunxiang smiled charmingly and sat down on the table in the changing room.

I gently parted her legs, revealing her bulging, secret place clad in bright red underwear. Chunxiang turned her head slightly, her face full of shyness and anticipation. I covered that part with my entire palm, a gesture that clearly pleased her, causing her to moan softly. Her private area was already soaking wet, and I could feel her slippery fluids on my palm.

I gently removed her panties, letting the juicy peach come into direct contact with the air; Chunxiang's labia were well-developed, trembling significantly, like the tentacles of a sea anemone. As soon as I brought the head of my penis up, I could feel Chunxiang's labia, like two small hands, constantly trying to swallow me completely. I deliberately stopped, only letting the head remain buried there. This action made Chunxiang restless, desperately rubbing her white buttocks forward, trying to completely engulf my penis.

Seeing Chunxiang's forward rubbing motion, I suddenly thrust my entire penis in all at once. Haruka's hymen was quite thin, making penetration incredibly easy. She didn't even feel any pain, already immersed in the pleasure of her first time. It was then that I realized Haruka was far more lustful than her innocent appearance suggested.
Haruka's vagina was very tight, the entire inner wall constantly writhing, the labia at the opening working relentlessly; the whole experience felt almost biological. Although it was a renowned vagina, it felt completely different from the feeling of a naive girl. I sighed inwardly, wondering if I would become so picky in the future that I wouldn't play with girls who weren't considered "renowned" vaginas. This reminded me of Miyuki… a pang of guilt rose within me.

Stimulated by sex, Haruka used both hands and feet to hold me tightly. As she approached climax, the writhing of her vagina intensified, and I suddenly had the illusion that I was walking around holding a vibrating masturbator.

"Chunxiang...oh..."

"Master, Chunxiang, Chunxiang is going to come...!"

Amid Chunxiang's sweet moans, we both reached our climaxes. Chunxiang's secret place was no ordinary thing; like a young child, it had the potential to drain a man dry. If they went to work as prostitutes after graduation, I wonder how many men would fall at their feet.

When I pulled out my penis, red and white semen flowed from Chunxiang's secret place, dripping onto the table in the changing room. When Chunxiang got up and cleaned me with her mouth, a few drops of love fluid even connected from the table to her vulva.

When Chunxiang and I walked back to the clubroom, anyone could tell from Chunxiang's flushed cheeks, her swollen and exposed genitals, and the still-wet stains on her inner thighs from her stockings, that we were done. The girls applauded and congratulated Chunxiang, which made me feel like I had really done something amazing (even though it was just using hypnotic techniques to take her virginity).

For the next two weeks, I played with different girls every day, about half of whom were still virgins, which really surprised me; in today's Japan, this is simply unbelievable. The remaining thirty-one girls were all of average physical condition, and to be honest, I lost interest after playing with them once; after all, Ichiko and Chunxiang's special physical condition was too attractive, and ordinary girls couldn't compare. However, Vice President Kanako, whether due to talent or exceptional learning ability, possessed a deep and inclusive throat and a smooth, fragrant tongue, making her oral sex skills far surpass those of others, even surpassing those of Chiko.

Chiko's octopus-shaped pot, Haruka's anemone cave, and Kanako's oral skills became my three most enjoyed techniques, making my harem incredibly successful; it even almost brought me trouble.

I had long forgotten about Chiko's boyfriend until one day he finally came knocking on my door.
In the past two weeks, Chiko had not only taught other girls sexual techniques but also learned some special techniques from them, which were originally intended to serve me, but were enjoyed by that poor guy first.
To settle things with her boyfriend, Chiko asked for a day off, and when she returned, her boyfriend's problem was solved. It turned out that she had used all her skills to squeeze her "ex" boyfriend dry all day until the poor man could no longer ejaculate, only spitting out blood and begging for mercy on the bed until he cried out in despair. The octopus woman's power was truly not to be underestimated. I was genuinely grateful for Zhizi's unwavering loyalty; otherwise, given my reckless behavior, I might have already lost my life.

Meanwhile, my parents had returned from their vacation. All the unsightly things from the house were moved to the apartment Zhizi had bought. Buying that well-insulated apartment was far too easy for a rich girl like Zhizi, and it naturally became my harem's stronghold.

Opening the apartment door revealed the living room, which, besides the TV equipment, contained only a huge sofa. The high-quality wooden floors, thanks to the girls' diligent cleaning, were always kept gleaming. The enormous bedroom, formed by combining two rooms, contained a huge nest with over ten beds arranged together; even if all the girls in my harem slept there, it wouldn't feel cramped. The room next to the dormitory is a dressing room. In addition to the existing sex toys, sexy clothes, and Ami dolls, we've bought countless other things in the past two weeks, enough to open our own sex toy wholesale store. The girls change into different clothes every day to please me. Furthermore, the kitchen, bathroom, and other facilities are much more luxurious than ordinary homes, truly making it a "golden house"; my harem paradise.

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