The Fallen Love Trainer Part 2

"Regarding Letty."
As I uttered that guy's name, Miyu trembled violently, tears welling up in her eyes.
Chapter Six
Friday, 6 PM Rita
Tonight is Christmas Eve. I didn't dress Miyu in a Western-style dress, but instead dressed him in the Kujo High School uniform I used to wear, making him look like a pretty boy.
I wore a black leather skirt with a bra and leather boots. The chest of the clothes was decorated with woven flowers, vaguely revealing my skin, and this tension excited me.
Tonight, there will be a masquerade ball at my "White Bird Pavilion."
Hedonists selected from the Perverted Pavilion inherited from my mother will gather here.
I've known Miyu for a month. When I brought him to this "White Bird Pavilion" and told him that it was a place for people with special interests who operated on a membership system, and that I was also the host, he looked around with trembling curiosity. When
I invited him to the Christmas Eve ball—although he said, "If a lover is around, they should spend Christmas together," he didn't immediately refuse me.
Five days ago, he called to tell me he wanted to attend today's dance, and when I went to pick him up, he frankly said, "It's okay if you don't go home tonight."
Although it's Christmas, Miyu's lover, Saga Kyosuke, allowed him to stay out overnight.
If Miyu knew that the reason he had to allow it was related to me, I think he would hate me. As compensation, let me give him comfort and happiness.
Miyu, slightly dressed in her school uniform, applied lipstick, layered it on top of her own lips, and wiped off half the color.
Then I reapplied it. Her lips, warmed by the kiss, became a delicious color.
I was very satisfied with his transformation into a beautiful girl dressed in a boys' high school uniform, disguised as a boy.
Miyu Kiga.
How much Saga, known as the Pick Marion, values this child can be seen with just a caress.
However, now, that man, Saga Kyosuke, has developed the cautiousness of someone in love and hasn't fully awakened Miyu's body.
Miyu's sensuality resonates with me.
Hidden within him lies a flower, beautiful enough to bloom at any moment, yet Saga neglects to nurture it, leaving it parched.
While I don't know to what extent I can unlock Miyu's potential, Takenouchi Tatsuhiko is clearly impatient.
Takenouchi Tatsuhiko is a man consumed by possessiveness. He's a sadist who loves to take what others value and then trample it underfoot.
As he demands, I must take Kiga Miyu from Saga Kyosuke and hand him over.
If I fail, I myself will degenerate into someone who satisfies Takenouchi's desires.
The humiliation of being forced into this despicable transaction leaves me flustered, but seeing Miyu changes my mind.
I want Kiga Miyu too. Because I know he's a child with a pure soul and a prostitute's body. Therefore, I don't hand him over directly to Takenouchi. Instead, I'll act to gain his trust.
Miyu has already fallen for me, wanting my lips, impatient for me to please him with my fingers.
However, tonight, he will be betrayed by me, whom he trusted, and feel humiliated by being violated by Takenouchi.
But he will also taste some pleasure in it. I want to witness the moment when the masochistic debauchery hidden in Miyu blossoms.
I don't want to invite Takenouchi into my room, so it's necessary to take Miyu outside.
"Because tonight is Christmas Eve. Can you be a little bolder?"
I tried to persuade Miyu, who looked at me with bewildered eyes.
"There are a lot of guests in the lobby. Should we go to the guests?"
Hearing me say that, Miyu nodded with a thoughtful face.
"Shiratori-kan" has a luxuriously decorated lobby, which has become a place for guests to seek their sexual satisfaction.
It is a practice that my mother inherited from my grandmother. There is a device in the lobby that can be used to observe the entire brothel, like in foreign movies.
"Shiratori-kan" is an old-fashioned small hotel that has been passed down since the Taisho era. My grandmother, who inherited the hotel from my great-grandfather, converted it into a brothel, and my mother turned it into a perverted brothel. The eastern part of the mansion is lined with guest rooms, ostensibly a membership-only hotel to conceal its true business. Members pay for a night's pleasure under the guise of lodging.
Miyu has been to "Shiratori-kan" several times, but he's always only entered my room in the western part.
Taking him, transformed into a beautiful girl, to a space where no one would be ashamed to reveal their immersion in pleasure is definitely not going to work.
His caution, wariness, and shyness always bring me pleasure.
Although I'm anxious, the sadness of not being able to spend my first Christmas Eve with my lover makes Miyu act differently tonight.
"Put on a mask... that way you'll be bolder."
I put on a mask myself, took out another mask, and had Miyu put it on.
Just like that, I'll take Miyu to the lobby and hand him over to Takenouchi, who's waiting.
Miyu will probably resist, sensing the danger of Shiratori, but in the lobby of this mansion, letting out a mournful cry while wearing a mask will only be the prelude to what everyone expects.
Everyone will just think that a new game has begun.
I put on my Donnie. Rédy's signature long hair, a symbol of her time, and Miyu walked out of the room together.
We could walk from the western part of the private space, through the corridor, to the eastern hall.
Standing on the terrace, adorned with Christmas decorations and offering a clear view of the hall, I searched for Takenouchi, who was waiting there.
I didn't find him.
Just as someone who hates snakes can find them without any reason, I shouldn't be unable to find that annoying man.
Miyu, grabbing the handrail, intently observed the suspicious crowd mingling in the hall.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man in a suit approaching us.
I wondered if it was Takenouchi, but before I could turn around, someone suddenly covered my mouth from behind, twisted my hands behind my back, and held me tightly. I knew it wasn't him.
I pried the man's hands off my mouth.
Perhaps he mistook me for a woman; I resisted with more strength than a woman could muster.
Although I didn't know who the masked man was, I wouldn't allow this to happen.
"Stop!"
I shouted, but my mouth was covered again, and my wrists were twisted behind my back. The excruciating pain from the violence, as if it would dislocate my shoulder, made my knees buckle. Before me, lying on the ground, the man bent down and lifted my body.
He lifted me up in an instant, my toes leaving the ground.
In the hall, the guests who noticed us looked up, but they smiled and waved.
Seeing me being taken away, they must have mistaken it for the start of a game.
Wearing a mask, her expression unseen, Miyu followed calmly behind.
Miyu probably thought it was all just a game too.
If he thought this was a display of boldness, I would have to tell him he was mistaken. But being lifted by the man's shoulders, my abdomen compressed, I couldn't make a sound.
Both my wrists were also gripped by the man's single hand; I couldn't escape that shackle with my strength.
Humiliation.
However, I tasted an even greater fear and humiliation when I was taken to the eastern guest room and thrown onto the bed.
This guest room was the special room I had prepared for Takenouchi, tonight. The place where he would hold Miyu.
The door was locked, the man took off his mask, and returned to me.
When the ceiling light in the room shone brightly, I realized the man was Saga Kyosuke.
"Nice to meet you, Rita. Rita. I appreciate your care of my Miyu."
His suppressed words were permeated with a dangerous sense of anger born from Saga.
I glared back at him.
Tonight, Saga was supposed to meet with a freelance journalist who specialized in exposing scandals. The matter likely stems from the customer information leak discovered in October—though the information was fictitious, photos surfaced showing that Kyosuke Saga, the young businessman who gained public attention because of the incident, had a seventeen-year-old lover.
The photographer was Toshiya Nakajima. The photos were real.
The loyal slave Nakajima should have stopped Saga before I handed Miyu over to Takenouchi.
"Besides, I received another generous gift from you today, and I've come to return the favor."
"What are you talking about?"
Calmly and authoritatively, I looked at Saga, then turned my gaze to Miyu.
Miyu was still wearing a mask.
"Why did you approach Miyu?"
If I answered, would I be saved from this predicament? No, not at all.
Even if I mentioned Takenouchi's name, to them I would still be Takenouchi's accomplice.
Moreover, Saga seemed to have already gotten the information from Nakajima.
I didn't answer. Saga took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie as he spoke.
"Rita. Letty, you think you're some great dominatrix? How about a duel with me?"
I glanced at Saga as he rolled up his shirt sleeves, preparing himself. I shifted on the bed.
"Don't joke around. I'm only wearing this to protect the hotel my mother left behind. I just want a quiet life."
"Nonsense."
I jumped off the bed, keeping my distance from Saga.
Saga Kyosuke smiled knowingly and pulled out a large canvas bag he'd brought.
It was perfect for Santa's presents, but a bad feeling crept over me.
"That guy seems pretty pitiful, don't you even ask? How's he doing?"
Although I knew he was talking about Nakajima, I remained cautiously silent.
"That guy was doing his best to hold me back, just like you ordered. I didn't stand a chance against that burly guy, so I did something wrong in self-defense,"
Saga said, grabbing a bloodied wrist from Santa's sack and throwing it at me. The
severed wrist landed at my feet as I retreated. On the finger was the white bird ring I'd given him.
"Naka...Nakajima..."
I stammered, trembling, as Saga laughed. "Is that so? Nakajima is his real name? He told me he was a freelance photographer named Kida."
"Did you kill him?"
Saga asked, laughing as he moved closer. Miyu covered her mouth with her hands, horrified. It seemed Miyu was unaware of this side of Saga.
Saga Kyosuke was a murderer.
"You look terrible, Rita. Letty. But if you paid a little more attention, you'd be a better master."
Saga said, his gray eyes flashing like blades.
Stared at by the eyes of the man who killed Nakajima, I slowly backed away, finally cornered against the wall.
"Mi...Miyu, please call the police. Don't let your lover commit another crime..."
Even after hearing my plea, Miyu didn't move, instead sitting down on the sofa.
"Miyu?"
Miyu, having removed her mask, looked up at me.
"Rita. Letty lied to me, didn't she? Comforting me, you had ulterior motives, didn't you?" Miyu added in a tearful voice. "...That's so cruel. I love Rita. Letty so much...you said you loved me, but it was all lies..."
Taking advantage of the moment my attention was diverted by Miyu, Saga Kyosuke's hand, close to mine, gripped my throat with a force that prevented me from escaping.
Saga held my neck in one hand, while a dagger was in the other. Even though I wanted to resist, I knew that any rash movement would cause serious injury, so I dared not move.
Saga's dagger severed the straps of my bra.
The woven leather cord that exposed my skin was also cut, leaving me naked except for my boots.
"A very nice body. It would be a shame to get injured."
The tip of the dagger rubbed against my nipples.
The coldness made my nipples harden more than the pain. Saga smiled, his lips twisted, and used the dagger to lift my front, releasing my wrists instead.
"Pick up that canvas bag and come over here. If you don't want to be killed."
Threatened by the murderer wielding the dagger, the man who killed Nakajima, I obeyed Saga and picked up the canvas bag.
I thought I wouldn't be killed by Saga, but I wasn't sure.
—Although I wasn't entirely without doubts, the mere fact that Nakajima had killed me instilled in me a fear of Saga, making me obedient to him.
With leather straps, collared and handcuffed, tied behind my back, I forced myself to straighten my upper body and thrust my chest out.
Part of the room's wall was fitted with a mirror. Saga opened a hidden door, letting the mirror reflect my humiliating posture.
Chains hung from the ceiling. I knew this room's layout and operation perfectly suited the methods of a man like Saga.
He used another component attached to the handcuffs to fasten to the chains on the ceiling. He also directly slipped shackles onto my ankles from my boots, leaving me suspended, unable to close my legs.
"If you're satisfied with humiliating me, then so be it."
"Even if you're self-righteous, it's useless."
Saga, with a mocking tone, picked up Nakajima's wrist from the floor and returned to me. Hanging to my limit in high heels, I knew I was about to be pressed down by that wrist, yet I had absolutely no chance of escape.
"Stop!"
Nakajima's wrist. Touching my waist.
Saga, holding Nakajima's wrist, touched my front.
"Please...please stop, stop!" My whole body was chilled with fear, and my screams grew louder.
The moment she pressed down on me, I realized it was fake.
Saga chuckled, watching my wide-eyed gasp.
"What, you've already figured it out? I was just about to tease you a little longer."
He must have snatched the ring from Nakajima; his wrist was an artificial rubber contraption.
"But you're terrified by your wrist, so afraid of being killed that you obey me without question. You regret it, don't you, Ms. Rita?" I bit my lip, turning my back to Saga.
"Beautiful Rita. Rita."
Saga whispered in my ear as if in love.
"Do you know? I'm the man known as the Pick Marion."
I turned away, silent. Saga said nonchalantly.
"From now on, let me completely replace your inner self."
As if responding to my heart, the chains jingled softly. An uncontrollable sense of powerlessness sent shivers down my spine; Saga and Miyu must have seen it.
"My job as a dominator was suspended because of Miyu, but Miyu was used as bait, which I couldn't tolerate. So, I'll let you fully taste the shame now."
I desperately tried to appear authoritative, attempting to oppose Saga.
"I refuse."
"You have no right to refuse. For a top sadist like you, this must be very difficult."
"I'm telling you clearly now... I'm not a sadist. I was just raised to do this by my mother in order to inherit this hotel."
But Saga didn't seem to agree with my rebuttal.
"No matter how many reasons you give me, it's useless. Because you are a complete sadist."
"No, you're wrong. I just know those people... their fear, and the parts they want to hide." Before I could finish speaking, Saga interrupted me with a sarcastic smile.
"After being exposed, are you so happy that you want to bar your teeth and claws? Let you make amends for trying to lay a hand on my Miyu." The smile disappeared from Saga's face, and his gaze sharpened.
This man, overly focused on Miyu, hesitated to explore his body. Saga, perhaps out of worship, didn't want to defile him.
The resulting frustration then shifted to me.
"First, let me check your body's performance."
I had to stop him.
I kept winking, signaling to Miyu sitting in the chair.
However, Saga grabbed my chin and gagged me.
"I'll be in trouble if you bite your tongue, and I can't let you make a sound, giving you a chance to charm Miyu with sweet words."
Then, Saga suddenly grabbed my front with his hand, forcing me to hold my breath and swallow a groan. I was skillfully manipulated by his fingers, repeatedly rubbing from base to tip. My pulse gradually quickened.
"Not a rubber hand, but my own, does it feel good?"
The slow, repeated movements confirmed my normal male reaction, and Saga smiled.
Suppressing my anxiety, I stared at Saga as he bound my groin with leather ropes, forcing me to look away.
I saw Saga return after leaving, holding a catheter.
"This is the first time you've inserted something like this into yourself, isn't it? The pleasure you get from it is addictive. Want me to make you addicted?"
Although I shook my head in refusal, Saga grasped the tip, and as I leaned back, he inserted the catheter.
"Mmm...mmm..."
I groaned through my gagged mouth. The stimulation of the catheter sent shivers down my spine. A hot vortex rose in front of my waist, and deep within my eyes, a piercing sensation surged.
"Tears welling up? Surprisingly cute."
Saga's mocking words brought tears to my eyes unconsciously, and noticing this, I felt a surge of remorse that drove me almost insane. However, the throbbing pain in my lower limbs took over. Following the pain was a burning sensation—quickly transforming into a chaotic, incontinent pain, and a euphoria unlike the sensation of ejaculation. The catheter was inserted all the way to its tightly bound base before stopping, leaving a strong feeling of something foreign.
As I gasped for breath, Saga touched my chest. She grasped my nipple.
A current-like stimulation coursed through me from the nipple, making the chains binding me clang.
"Very sensitive, Rita. Letty."
Saga, standing before me, used her thumb and middle fingernails to pluck my nipple. I felt uneasy, unsure how much I could endure, and my body grew cold. Although I didn't intend to confess, my nipples were a weakness.
I became like this because of my mother's sudden idea.
To make me, who hadn't been born a girl, more feminine, the first Rita. Letty devised a method to keep my nipples constantly touched by customers.
As a child, from the evening "Shiratori-kan" opened until the next morning, I had to dress like a doll and sit on a chair in the lobby. Guests could touch my hair, cheeks, lips, and then my nipples—I was a product of being caressed by dozens of guests. Saga pulled me out with his hand, rubbing me with his index finger. My frozen body felt like it was being heated up in an instant. My rationality cracked. If I were made of glass, I would have shattered in an instant...
Every time he rubbed me, the electric shock-like pleasure seemed to resonate in my head, and I was already struggling just to endure the moans.
This man's hand, even in this angry state, instantly made me feel like I wasn't myself anymore.
Then, I even felt grateful that my mouth was sealed with a round plastic ball.
Saga was probably satisfied just to confirm my reaction, and he withdrew his finger from my nipple.
Freed, but my nipple was erect, and my pulse was pounding strongly. With each pulse, pleasure coursed through my body.
I suppressed the trembling of my senses, striving to maintain my dignity, but when Saga, standing behind me, began to caress my waist, fear returned.
"Look, all the mirrors on the wall are reflecting this, Rita. Letty..."
Saga placed her hands on my breasts, spreading them apart.
The thought of my rear being stared at made me twist my body, trying to escape, but my body wouldn't move.
Fingers touched me.
My flesh remembered the intense sensation of my nipples being teased. The touch of Saga's fingers sent a shiver I couldn't even imagine.
"How many men have you been with so far?"
Saga asked from behind my ear. With my mouth stuffed with rubber, I couldn't answer, so he grabbed my hair and turned my face away.
"One? Two? Three?...No, two?"
When he asked, I nodded when I said two. I wasn't lying. I only had the first man my mother brought with me and Nakajima, whom I later used to deceive Miyu. So, before I could receive Nakajima, I had to insert a vibrator to dilate my anus.
"Experience is for two people, so tonight might be tough, Your Majesty."
After calling me Your Majesty with a hint of teasing, Saga released my hair.
From this moment on, I am also resigned to the fact that I cannot be violated. However, Saga probably won't violate me in front of Miyu. Because he loves Miyu. So he probably won't do something that would be tantamount to betrayal.
I think he plans to take revenge on me in another way.
How much can I endure—
how much can I compete with Saga Kyosuke, who can't be dealt with in the same way?
The fingers stroking my anus. Entering my body along with the cold lubricant.
There is only the pressure of insertion, not too painful.
Although I don't feel pain, when Saga's fingers, which are deeply inserted, begin to rub and thrust at a terrifying speed, the strength drains from my knees.
If I weren't hanging, my body would have collapsed to the ground. I even feel that this humiliating situation of being restrained is like saving my dignity.
Saga's left hand spreads my mounds apart with two fingers, and his right middle finger penetrates deep inside me.
He continues to thrust, shake, and rub. My fingertips reached inside and touched the tip of the catheter inserted from the front. As it was rubbed, my consciousness instantly faded. Boiling blood surged and rushed towards my lower limbs.
However, my front was restrained by the catheter, so I could only feel pain.
"Miyu, come over here."
Saga beckoned, and Miyu, who had stood up from her chair, moved towards me.
"Actually, Miyu, you're worried because you heard that Shiratori's anus is punished with two needles at the same time, right?"
Saga said, as if telling me.
"This is a good opportunity, Miyu. Let's try using Rita. Let's insert two at the same time, shall we?"
Knowing Saga's scheme, I shook my head, refusing to let Miyu come over.
I hadn't expected Saga to go this far. Although I anticipated that Saga wouldn't directly violate me in front of Miyu, two of them together—if that's how she violated me—it would probably mean neither of us would betray the other.
I can't bear being tortured like that.
Isn't this karma? Rita. It's understandable that Rita was treated that way.
Hmm...hmm...but—Saga grabbed the bewildered Miyu's hand and took the boy's index finger into his lips, licking it caressingly.
"I told you, didn't I? Entering the same hole is an act of proving the highest love between loving men?"
Miyu stared at Saga.
"And at that time, didn't Miyu feel incredibly comfortable...?"
Upon hearing this, Miyu's cheeks immediately flushed a light red, all of which was reflected in the mirror.
Saga pulled his finger out of his lips and moved closer to my back. Instantly, I twisted my body to escape, but Saga's finger, already inserted, was in a tight grip, causing me excruciating pain again. Had I reached my limit...? Because I had just barely managed to move my waist. Trapped in the gap of my anus, which had been opened by Saga's hand, Miyu's finger touched me.
"Ugh—"
I groaned in refusal through the rubber ball, but I couldn't stop Saga's fingers from entering first, followed by Miyu's.
The pain of being stretched surged up, and I knew it would take a long time to get used to it.
"It's so hot," Miyu said, now inside me.
"It's burning hot, it's sucking my fingers tightly."
"Miyu will become like that too. So, if you rub Miyu's comfortable spots, Rita. Letty will be happy too."
Miyu's fingers wriggled restlessly, and the sudden pleasure surged up my spine like waves.
Then, a burning sensation remained on my inner waist, restless and irritating.
"Look, he's having pleasure. As long as you're careful not to hurt him with your fingers, you can do whatever you want afterward."
I obeyed his words. Miyu began to move her fingers. Saga also began to thrust again.
"Ugh…" Punished by two hands, my groans were incessant.
The sensual sensations from being manipulated began to swirl within my body. An unbearable burning sensation swelled, giving me the unsettling feeling that it might deform my lumbar spine. At this rate, I'd probably expose my shallowness just because of the two of their fingers.
I'd succumb to Saga.
No—the moment I started to thank the rubber ball that sealed my moans, the moment I was suspended without falling, I'd already lost to Saga.
"Ugh...uh...uh, uh!"
Even with the rubber ball covering me, I still let out a faint moan.
"...Rita. Letty."
Saga's voice called from afar. Perhaps it was because my heart had already wandered to some unknown, distant place.
"...Rita, wait, a guest is coming."
He said, and with my chin lifted, I saw Takenouchi Tatsuhiko standing in a bathrobe at the door leading to the bathroom.
A tremor surged through my body, and the presence of those fingers deep inside became even more unbearable.
"You've become a pathetic sight, Rita. Letty."
Hearing the glee in Takenouchi's voice, I wondered if these two men had teamed up.
Takenouchi originally wanted Miyu, and I was merely helping him out—I had to let Saga know that. However, Takenouchi had said several times from the beginning that if he couldn't have Miyu, I would take her place.
I could sense the hidden fear in others, and see their desires—though that's what I thought, how could Takenouchi, who spoke the truth so plainly, not notice anything?
It wasn't that he didn't notice, but that he didn't want to consider it.
Takenouchi's true target was me—his purpose was to savor the feeling of loss through me and make my body submit.
Saga's anger at "using Miyu as bait" stemmed from that reason.
Takenouchi approached and touched my suspended body, his hand resting on my waist.
An electric current crackled through me, and the chains rattled as my body arched backward.
"The handover is over, Saga. You've kept me waiting too long." Takenouchi's lips slowly curved upwards, revealing a faint smile.
"You lost, Rita."
The two pulled their fingers out of my body, and in their place, Takenouchi's penis thrust in.
He freed my mouth because he wanted to hear my voice.
He wanted to hear my screams, my cries, and the sound of me weeping with joy.
Takenouchi's tip pried open my body, penetrating my anus, which had been softened by Saga and Miyu. The
long, hotter symbol of the man I hated was thicker than fingers. There was a pressure that felt like it was bursting from the inside.
Although I had endured the entry of Nakajima's enormous penis, Takenouchi's pain was even greater.
I—bite my lip.
The taste of blood spread, and I savored the bitterness, like chewing on a bitter fruit.
However, after Takenouchi lifted my waist and thrust deeply inside me, my lower body began to feel hot.
Noticing my change, Takenouchi unleashed his punishment in one swift motion. His movements quickened.
My breathing became labored, shallow, and the air thinned.
Like a burst dam, pleasure surged from the depths of my body.
"Ugh...ah...ah...ahhhhh!" The sound leaked out.
"Ugh, ugh...um! Uhhhh! No..."
Takenouchi acted mercilessly, thrusting into me, while Saga watched with a smile.
Even Miyu, held tightly by Saga, didn't look away from me.
Everyone seemed to be watching my humiliation.
Humiliation burned in my head, as if the tears I was about to shed evaporated instantly; I couldn't even cry.
Takenouchi's thrusts quickened. Inside my body, Takenouchi's penis seemed to be repeatedly expanding and contracting. Each time, I was assaulted by intense pleasure, my lower limbs being rubbed by Takenouchi.
Just as I was about to reach my climax as a man, Takenouchi rebuked and controlled me.
"I...no, don't...that..."
Something inside me broke off—"No, ah, ah, ahhh, I, I've already..."
The cries I uttered were incredulous.
"I can't make you feel good,"
Saga interjected. "If you want to feel good, ask your master [please make me feel good]."
Although I shook my head in refusal, the thrusting abruptly stopped, the overwhelming lust betraying me.
"Please make me feel good, master—" Before I could finish speaking, I was rewarded.
"Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh!"
The world I believed in melted away. I couldn't help but drift along.
The only tangible things left were the symbols of Takenouchi penetrating me and the pleasure I could feel.
Perhaps because I lost consciousness, my suspended body was lowered, the collar and handcuffs remaining as they were.
Takenouchi, who had suppressed his desire, wouldn't finish in one go. The man who had joined forces with me at some point removed an even more humiliating foreign object. "In mythology, Leda, the queen of Sparta who loved Zeus, later gave birth to two eggs."
Saga showed me an egg-shaped vibrator.
My sweaty skin turned cold, and a chill ran down my spine.
Takenouchi took the two vibrators and pressed them against my anus, which was moistened by his pleasure.
"Stop!" My voice trembled, and I couldn't even breathe.
"Please don't insert that kind of thing into my body."
However, Takenouchi inserted both into my anus, and I couldn't tighten my grip to stop him.
Just turning on the vibrator had already made me submit.
"...Spare me..." I cried out.
"I can't bear this. Take it out... If you want to make me suffer, please just put it in..." I said, my eyes brimming with tears.
After Takenouchi's desires were fully satisfied, his face glowed, and he narrowed his eyes.
Bathed in his gaze, I squatted on the ground, my body bent over, crying.
The vibration of the vibrator made me very uncomfortable, and the humiliation felt like it was going to burst my heart. I've never shed so many tears since birth.
Looking at my Miyu with concern, Saga pulled her into a passionate kiss.
I averted my eyes from the two of them, so full of love and happiness, and clenched my teeth, sobbing.
"Training a sadist into a sex slave is the most meaningful thing." Takenouchi, bending down
in front of me as I panted, untied the leather rope binding my front.
"Ugh, ugh, ahhh..."
Just as my consciousness seemed to be slipping away, Takenouchi's sneer pulled me back.
However, perhaps losing consciousness would be better.
A white, honey-like fluid dripped from the tip of the slender catheter. Unable to reach my limit immediately, I descended into a seemingly endless hell of pleasure. Falling into depravity—
Chapter Seven
, Saturday, 10 AM, Miyu.
Today, I was suddenly suggested to go for a walk in Karuizawa.
Mr. Saga worked all night. Yet he was still full of energy.
Before getting onto the highway from Oizumi IC gate, we went to "Hakucho-kan" to take a look.
I think this was probably not Saga-san's intention.
Just like this trip, I feel he made the decision in a hurry.
Because "Shiratori-kan" is on the map from the apartment to Oizumi IC.
Half a year has passed since that incident.
It's June now.
I'm eighteen years old and a third-year high school student.
The major I hope to pursue in college has been roughly decided.
During spring break, I went to my father's house with Saga-san.
Kusakabe-san said that Kyado? Limbo's house is nearby and he would be our guide, but I didn't quite understand.
During that time, Saga-san's smiling face was also strange.
But now all of that is just a memory.
"This is it..."
Saga-san's voice made me look ahead as we stopped the car.
Looking through the windshield, I saw an open space surrounded by a fence.
"It looks like the building was demolished."
From Saga-san, I learned that this narrow space was where "Shiratori-kan" used to be.
"It seems like they're building an apartment building here, because the location is top-notch."
Mr. Saga said, glancing at the notice board.
"Yeah, it's not natural that this place has been occupied by that dubious mansion until now."
For some reason, I felt sad.
The house is gone, Rita. Where will Rita go?
Rita. Rita tried to deceive me.
He was a wicked person.
But, after some time, now that I think about it, it wasn't just bad things.
That person also had beautiful and gentle moments.
He always seemed to truly love me.
When Mr. Saga was too busy to care for me, I was able to endure it because of Rita. Rita.
And in the end, I also did something wrong to Rita. Rita.
I felt a little guilty.
"You seem to be carsick?"
Mr. Saga asked softly, concerned about my silence.
I hurriedly shook my head.
"Did you come to Karuizawa suddenly for something?"
I asked Mr. Saga in as cheerful a voice as possible.
"It's very enjoyable to be going to that place,"
Mr. Saga said happily.
But Mr. Saga seemed completely unconcerned about Rita Retti's disappearance. John Kolobt's actions had been thoroughly exposed, and he could never leave prison again.
So, Mr. Saga seemed to think this outcome was acceptable for Rita Retti—Mr. Shiratori. I remember him saying it was her own fault.
However, I still cared a lot about Mr. Shiratori.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Mr. Saga asked, looking at me again.
I also felt like changing my mood.
"Karuizawa is such a famous place, but I've never been there before."
My adoptive father's villa was in Nasu Highlands; I had only been there when I was in elementary school.
So this was my first time visiting Karuizawa.
"If only I had known sooner, I would have looked up the local customs and culture of Karuizawa first."
"Even if I had, Karuizawa in June only has wedding specials."
"But—"
"What's wrong? Would that make you upset?"
"Upset...what? Don't treat me like a child!"
Saga-san quickly kissed my angry face.
I wasn't the only one surprised.
The driver of the car in front of us, waiting for his number at the entrance, looked at us in the rearview mirror with a surprised expression.
"What should we do?"
Let him see.
Saga-san laughed and placed his hand on my chin.
He lifted my chin and pulled it towards me, and this time my lips were kissed.
"No, Saga-san, you idiot!"
I shyly hit Saga-san.
Saga-san, who was knocked away, looked unhappy.
"I'm sorry for calling you an idiot,"
Mr. Saga said with a grin as soon as I apologized.
"I'll forgive you if you kiss me."
Although I thought he was being too cunning, I quickly kissed Mr. Saga to seek his forgiveness. The driver of the car in front was still watching.
The trouble started after that.
We stayed together on the motor vehicle lane after crossing the checkpoint, all the way to the fork in the road on the Kamishinetsu motor vehicle lane in Fujioka City, Gunma Prefecture.
The driver of the car in front kept glancing at us in his rearview mirror, which was particularly dangerous driving.
Mr. Saga seemed to have been punished as well.
Although it was a highway, we couldn't speed up at all.
The biggest reason was that it was the weekend, and there were a lot of cars coming and going.
We had lunch at a rest stop along the way.
A journey that should have taken an hour by Shinkansen took us four hours.
Because we had no experience, we didn't know where we were going.
After seeing the orange azalea fields, we soon entered a lush green forest.
The road wasn't paved with asphalt, but with alternating two-tone bricks, like a private path.
The car was swaying violently.
"These are cross-laid bricks, because we're worried about the area freezing in winter,"
Mr. Saga told me, who was looking at the road.
Then, at the end of the road ahead, I saw "Shiratori-kan."
"Um—"
Mr. Saga smiled beside me, who was surprised.
"You moved here in Karuizawa."
"Mr. Shiratori... Is Rita Letty here too?"
A car was coming from the opposite direction.
It was a car that had come from "Shiratori-kan."
I carefully passed it. Mr. Saga answered me.
"It's not called 'Shiratori-kan' anymore. It's now called the Takenouchi Art Museum."
"That is..."
Mr. Saga nodded.
"Yes, the residence became the property of Mr. Takenouchi. Because he's a famous painter, he moved his private residence to Karuizawa as his own private exhibition venue."
Another car was coming from the opposite direction.
"That's amazing, tourists and people who come to admire it will probably come."
Mr. Saga's tone was somewhat sarcastic.
I imagined the scene of framed paintings displayed in that luxurious mansion.
I remembered the eerie sculptures and female figures.
Rita Retti's dreamlike room.
But now, tourists probably walk back and forth in the mansion...
People with masks hiding their faces, gathering in the hall in pursuit of secret pleasures, are probably being walked by with children.
For some reason, I felt disgusted.
It was a strange feeling.
But I felt that what Rita Retti wanted to protect was being polluted by a lot of footprints.
"Miyu? We're here. We'll stay here tonight, grab your luggage and get off the bus."
Shaked by Mr. Saga, I hurriedly grabbed my bag. As soon as we entered the entrance hall of the building that was no longer "Shiratori-kan" but the Takenouchi Museum of Art, we immediately saw the entrance fee payment area.
"Two thousand five hundred yen?"
Mr. Saga said with dissatisfaction when he saw the amount of the entrance fee.
"Two thousand five hundred yen for an adult? Isn't that robbery?"
Mr. Saga said, as if to make sure the man heard him.
However, the man collecting the entrance fee smiled and replied,
"We look forward to your next visit."
I felt he was a cut above Mr. Saga.
He was implying that if I didn't pay the two thousand five hundred yen, I should leave.
"Isn't there a back door?"
Mr. Saga retorted without backing down.
I didn't know what to do, so I stood to the side with my bag.
"What are you arguing about?"
Suddenly, I heard a loud baritone voice.
We looked in that direction, and there stood Mr. Takenouchi. His
unchanging gentlemanly demeanor made him seem somewhat arrogant.
"I really didn't expect someone with billions in wealth like you to ask to not pay this meager entrance fee,"
Mr. Takenouchi said, still using his usual manner.
"These two are my guests. I'll pay the admission fee."
Mr. Takenouchi's words caused the person collecting the fees to look troubled.
Just moments ago, he had been coldly saying, "We look forward to your next visit."
"No, I really should pay. Otherwise, who knows if you can even keep operating like this," Mr. Saga quickly added with a wicked remark.
However, I sensed that the two of them seemed to hit it off for some reason.
As a result, we didn't pay the entrance fee.
The interior of the mansion was the same as before.
The floors were covered in brown marble.
Nude female figures supported the ceiling, and the railings were busts.
Striped curtains and stained-glass windows.
Numerous flowers decorated the room.
Unlike the previous mansion, there were many framed paintings hanging on the walls. It
was the first time I had seen Mr. Takenouchi's paintings; most were of delicately slender nudes.
Perhaps they suited this mansion.
But why was Mr. Saga being entertained by Mr. Takenouchi?
The two seemed to have a bad relationship, yet they also felt somewhat like accomplices.
We were led to the room we had in the east.
"Please feel free until evening."
As soon as Mr. Takenouchi left, Mr. Saga collapsed onto the bed.
"I'm going to take a nap. Miyu, would you like to take a nap too?" Mr. Saga worked until dawn and drove for four hours; I think he needs to get some sleep.
"I'm going to see Mr. Takenouchi's paintings."
"...Alright, it's a rare opportunity to come here and see some paintings. Anyway, if there's an entrance fee like other exhibitions, I won't come again."
To let Mr. Saga rest, I left the room.
In the hall below, I had no interest in viewing Mr. Takenouchi's paintings.
Antique chairs were placed everywhere in the corridor.
I sat on one of them, killing time.
I came to see the paintings in the hall because I was bored and didn't know what to do, but I couldn't calm down. I was concerned about this. How had Rita. Letty's room changed?
The entire "Shiratori-kan" had been moved here; I wanted to know how Rita. Letty's room had changed. I walked west, in the opposite direction from the room prepared for us.
Although I thought I would brush past someone, I didn't encounter anyone.
It was eerily quiet the whole way.
I could even hear birds singing outside the window.
I stood bewildered in front of Rita Letty's room.
Could I just go in?
I wanted to try knocking, but I didn't.
Someone—maybe, Mr. Takenouchi—lives here…
Should I turn back?
Standing before me as I turned around was Takenouchi.
I almost cried out.
Mr. Takenouchi seemed to be leaning against the wall behind him, watching me intently.
"How's Saga?"
"He didn't sleep all night and is resting now."
"So you're bored?"
My wandering around had annoyed Mr. Takenouchi.
"I'm sorry…"
"No need to apologize. You want to see Rita Letty, right?"
"Um…yes, I want to see her,"
I replied, confused.
Rita Letty must be at Mr. Takenouchi's place.
"Rita isn't in her room right now; she's over here."
Then, Mr. Takenouchi led me out into the courtyard.
June is the season for roses.
"Rita. Letty is in the east room now. You can go see him if you want."
Following Mr. Takenouchi's direction, I saw a domed, Western-style building. The east room had no walls, only pillars supporting the roof, yet it was decorated with many flowers.
This was a building that the previous "Shiratori-kan" didn't have.
Through the rose garden, Mr. Takenouchi and I walked towards the east room.
As soon as we got closer, we saw Rita, naked. Letty was in the east room decorated with many flowers. Her hands were bound, like a person nailed to a cross.
Perhaps she had lost consciousness.
Her head was down, and she was motionless.
When we got even closer, I realized that Rita. Letty wasn't completely naked.
Just like when we first met. She was wearing a chastity belt and leather boots.
"Why..."
Did you hear my voice, Rita? Letty raised her head.
Exactly the same as when we last met.
Beautiful Rita. Letty.
She saw me, and her eyes widened in surprise. But... her eyes were wet.
Jiang seemed to have just been crying.
Thinking this, a sharp pain gripped my chest.
"...Mr. Saga invited me to Karuizawa today. But I never expected to meet Rita. Letty..."
As I approached, Rita. Letty turned her face away.
The past must have hurt her.
"Why is this happening... Why are you tied up..."
I knew Mr. Takenouchi was a sadist.
But seeing Rita. Letty's pained expression, I begged Mr. Takenouchi to let her down.
Upon my request, Mr. Takenouchi said,
"Because he hates marrying me, that's why I tied him up."
"Married?"
My question made Mr. Takenouchi look somewhat surprised.
"Didn't you hear Saga say? Tonight, Rita and I are having our wedding ceremony here. You are the witnesses. Conversely, if you marry Saga, Rita and I will be the witnesses."
Mr. Takenouchi added to my astonishment.
"Does Miyu want to wear a wedding dress?"
I heard Mr. Saga's voice from the other side.
"I don't want you to say anything unnecessary to Miyu, Mr. Takenouchi."
Mr. Saga, now awake, looked for us as he walked out of the courtyard.
Rita Letty's eyes turned sinister when she saw Mr. Saga.
"Unnecessary things?"
"Indeed. You seem to have told me to keep the wedding a secret for now."
Mr. Takenouchi apologized to the angry Mr. Saga.
Although he apologized, he was smiling.
"Speaking of which, it's been half a year, and you still haven't won over Rita Letty."
Mr. Saga started saying annoying things too.
"He's quite stubborn. That's why it's pleasing—"
Mr. Takenouchi said, narrowing his eyes, and Mr. Saga smiled as well.
The two of them seemed to have agreed on something—I was confused.
Mr. Nakajima, wearing a tuxedo, brought out champagne.
"He's also been kept as my slave under the name Rita Letty."
Takenouchi, holding a glass of champagne, handed it to me and Mr. Saga, saying,
"Miyu, would you two brides like to chat?"
Being called "brides" made me unsure how to react.
But I didn't dislike it either.
My happiness was even more pronounced.
"Saga and I are going to have a groomsman's sparring session."
"...Alright, Miyu, are you and Rita. Letty alright?"
I nodded as soon as Mr. Saga spoke.
Being alone with Rita. Letty, I wanted to apologize for what happened that night.
So, it would be better if they left.
"By the way, Miyu, don't give Rita. Letty any more champagne. She's already drinking some..." "You're so mean."
The two of them were saying things only they understood, things I didn't.
Seeing my reaction, Mr. Saga leaned towards me and whispered something to me.
"He's drinking from his anus, using the plug on the vibrator."
Mr. Saga kissed my flushed cheek and left with Mr. Takenouchi.
"Please..." Rita Letty pleaded with me as soon as the two disappeared.
"...Please...untie me—"
I thought if it were about injecting the clove shuttle, he'd probably want it out sooner.
"The numbers alone can't unlock it, right? Where's the key?"
I asked, and Rita Letty shook her head.
She didn't know where the key was.
"Ugh..."
Rita Letty struggled, rubbing her knees, panting.
"What should we do?"
In my disheveled state, I suddenly hugged Rita Letty tightly.
Holding her, I thought Rita Letty would feel better.
"Miyu...have you forgiven...me?"
Hearing her ask this, I nodded.
"Please forgive me too. I did cruel things to Rita Letty..."
Rita. Rita shook her head. "No, it's okay..."
The vibrator bent deep inside her body. Rita let out a sob.
"What should I do... I'll go call Mr. Takenouchi to save you..."
But I thought Mr. Takenouchi would never save Rita. Rita's.
He probably enjoys sadistic pleasure the most.
Rita. Rita, she has always been defying Mr. Takenouchi.
I thought, Rita. Rita smiled as if she could read my mind.
"I think... Miyuya—finally understands."
"What?"
"Takenouchi... makes me suffer like this, thinking he's controlling me... ah..."
Rita said to me with an expression of pleasure.
"But, the one who truly controls me is me."
I was speechless.
"My pleasure... my pain... my tears...—it's him who turns back."
Rita. Rita's lips touched mine.
For the bound Rita. Rita, I stood on tiptoe and extended my lips.
A kiss.
Once again, a kiss.
"If a man I like asks, I'd gladly offer my body. But true power is something I must never have."
"Yes, Rita. Letty—"
We kissed again.
Kissing.
We kissed until Mr. Saga and Mr. Takenouchi returned.
—The End—

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