[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 1

【[pos]The Jealous Demon of Erotic Tales】

(Zero) Have you ever been jealous?

This is a very meaningless question. Ninety-nine percent of normal humans have experienced the feeling of jealousy.

The only difference is the degree.

Undoubtedly, jealousy is a very powerful thought, and with it come complaints, curses, regrets, resentment, and so on, negative wills, like radio waves carrying viruses, traveling through the human world.

Now, let's talk about the science of intention.

This discipline, called intention science, studies a rather peculiar theory that combines mysticism and science.

To put it simply, what they study is how to use human intention to influence the material composition of the real world.

For example, two mirrors that are brought closer by human intention, an electronic thermometer that is heated by the power of intention, ice crystals that take on different shapes due to the influence of the intentions of the surrounding people, and so on.

Take the most famous ice crystal experiment as an example. Positive thoughts can cause water crystals to form beautiful, regular hexagonal shapes, while negative thoughts can cause them to form scattered and ugly shapes.

This research by Dr. Masaru Emoto already has a strong sense of idealism.

Therefore, in the real world, not many people agree with these things.

However, in the wondrous world, it is completely different.

Inside this door where the energy of will is amplified, you have probably already seen that beautiful but haggard woman...

(I) This is a very luxurious bedroom, with beautiful art photos hanging all around.

The main subject of the photos is the same young and beautiful woman, wearing various exquisite and gorgeous clothes, posing in a variety of charming poses. Her alluring cleavage and long legs are displayed without any care in front of the photographer's lens.

But at this moment, this radiant woman has completely lost the radiance in the photos. Instead, she is pale-faced, hugging the quilt tightly, curled up on the large sofa, and watching the variety show on TV with gritted teeth.

Her name is Ritsuko Kawashita, a newcomer to the entertainment industry and one of the frontrunners for the second female lead in Fuji TV's new drama.

She's given almost everything she could for this role, including herself.

Just last week, that fat producer, who looked like a meatball, met her at a hotel.

She endured the nausea, using whatever part of his body he wanted to please his short, thick penis, going through a whole night before finally returning home, her body aching all over.

And now, the woman who acts shy and pitiful like a fawn on variety shows has the last laugh.

"Takako Asakura… Takako Asakura…"

she gritted her teeth, squeezing out the name repeatedly, as if wanting to attach an endless curse to it.

As a direct descendant of the Asakura family, that woman who was clearly just dabbling in the entertainment industry so easily took away everything Ritsuko had worked so hard for.

Pure, cute, elegant, national beauty… countless titles easily piled up the image of a rising star in the entertainment industry.

As for the faint candlelight drowned out by that glory, who cared about it besides the candle itself?

She gripped the remote control tightly, staring intently at Ryuko's gentle and lovely smile on the television.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Mizutani, for giving me this opportunity to perform. Please believe me, I will definitely do my best."

A deep sense of pride was hidden in those seemingly clear eyes.

"Damn it!"

Ritsuko threw the remote control at the television. The sturdy screen wasn't damaged, but the remote crashed to the floor with a thud, the batteries popping out and rolling on the tiles.

"Aaaaaah..."

She collapsed onto the sofa, burying her face in the quilt, screaming, tearing at it, biting with her teeth, kicking with her feet, as if nothing could release the heavy, seemingly ton-heavy emotion churning within her.

Only when she was exhausted from her struggles did she notice a strange feeling in the air around her.

She slowly turned her head; standing beside the sofa was a man.

The man was completely naked, his muscular body bulging with muscles, but his face was indistinct, seemingly revealing various features. This wasn't the only strange thing; even stranger was that every inch of his skin emanated a faint black aura. On his

blurred face, the man seemed to smile, then uttered a hoarse voice, like countless voices merging together, a voice only heard in horror movies, "Hello, my master."

"You...who are you..."

Ritsuko struggled to control herself, trying not to scream, and managed to squeeze out the question through trembling teeth.

The man's figure gradually faded, until just before disappearing, an echoing sound lingered in the air.

"I am your jealousy."

(II) "Ms. Asakura, thank you for your hard work."

Although it was already midnight, Takako Asakura was still wide awake, the scene replaying in her mind was the greetings from the staff as she left the program.

Despite her exhaustion, the prospect of being in the spotlight was enough to excite most women in the world.

Ryuko was no exception.

Only now did she feel a sliver of gratitude for her father's supposed power, a father she rarely saw. Although the stubborn old man disapproved of her entering the entertainment industry, he eventually relented after she threatened to try it herself and contacted an acquaintance at a television station.

The father-daughter relationship, which had plummeted to a freezing point after the kidnapping, finally showed signs of thawing.

"If I could be a leading lady just once, I'd be more forgiving of him,"

Ryuko chuckled at herself in the mirror, too lazy to take off her clothes, and lay down on the soft bed.

The only thing that bothered her about being a celebrity was the blatant stares from men. Those greedy eyes seemed to strip her bare in her mind.

Because of the near-rape she suffered during the kidnapping, she felt a deep-seated disgust and fear towards such behavior from men.

Without her father's help, if she had to rely on her own abilities to please those men in the production company, she probably wouldn't even be able to smile.

"Ugh... really, we have to shoot a swimsuit special next week. Those lecherous men are so annoying."

Even as she said this, Ryuko was still looking forward to the beautiful photos of her being circulated in the world.

After resting a little, she got up and went to the mirror, taking off her clothes one by one until she was only wearing a pair of tight underwear.

Her beautiful figure, maintained through rigorous dieting and exercise, was fully displayed in the mirror. Her satisfied gaze slid down her slender neck, past her adorable, nationally-beautiful face, to her alluring, mature body. Every centimeter of her ivory-white skin was meticulously cared for; its delicate, warm hue extended to her full breasts, making them appear even smoother. Her areolas were a natural light cherry blossom color, small, about the size of a coin, and within these small halos, the two nipples, feeling the coolness, hardened and perked up, highlighting the perfect shape of her breasts. Below her taut, firm abdomen, her long, slender legs were her proudest feature, flowing smoothly down to her hips, connecting her waist and feet in a perfect arc.

This body was destined for her Prince Charming.

A dreamy smile, typical of young girls, appeared on Ryuko's face. Whether it was the older Sorimachi-senpai, the Tsumabuki-senpai, or the much more handsome Tamayama-senpai with his beard, they were all figures in her fantasies. If she could get to know them, this trip to the entertainment industry wouldn't have been in vain.

Realizing she looked a little silly standing naked in front of the mirror, Ryuko laughed, patted her head, stuck out her tongue, made a cute face, took a new pair of underwear from the drawer, and headed to the bathroom.

"I have a 'vs. Arashi' appearance tomorrow, ugh... I'll be nervous seeing them, what should I wear? There might be some games that require physical activity..."

Muttering to herself, Ryuko opened the bathroom door, hooked the edge of her underwear, pulled it down, and tossed it into the laundry basket by the door.

Because this only child loved taking baths, the Asakura family's bathroom was luxuriously decorated; the bathtub was almost the size of a public bathhouse, and sophisticated electronic devices were used to maintain the temperature and cleanliness of the water.

She tiptoed to test the water temperature—it was just right. A satisfied smile spread across her face as she was about to sit on the edge of the tub to adjust when she suddenly felt a tremendous force behind her.

Her lithe body couldn't maintain its balance, and she practically flew into the water. This bizarre incident caused her to choke on water, coughing loudly after sticking her head out of the water.

Wiping the water from her eyes, Takako angrily looked outside the tub. If it were her mischievous cousin coming over without informing her and playing such a silly joke, she would definitely give her a good spanking.

But terrifyingly, there wasn't a soul in sight where she had just been pushed.

Her expression stiffened; the steamy, empty bathroom suddenly gave her a strange sense of presence.

Something must be nearby.

Where? Where?

Takako, who wasn't very brave to begin with, was so nervous she even broke out in a cold sweat, but there was definitely no one in sight in the open space outside the tub.

She climbed to the edge of the bathtub and looked down. The edge was so low that only a small child could hide inside; it was completely empty.

Ryuko breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed she had been paranoid.

But who had pushed her just now? Thinking about this, she turned to go towards the middle of the bathtub.

Then, she saw a naked man.

(III) "Ahhh—who are you! How did you get in!"

Ryuko screamed in terror, desperately backing away. She couldn't understand why a naked man had entered her heavily guarded villa without a sound!

The man stared at her expressionlessly, his skin radiating a faint black aura. His face, initially blurry, gradually solidified into a clear shape.

A face full of horizontal lines, with a long, diagonal scar.

The face of the man who had kidnapped her, which had appeared countless times in Ryuko's nightmares, had appeared now!

"No...it's impossible, you...you were clearly...killed..."

Fear made Ryuko's legs weak, but she still tried to step back on the smooth tiles at the bottom of the pool.

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How could he possibly appear again?

The man didn't seem to move, but in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ryuko, his cloudy, bloodshot eyes staring intently at her, just like the kidnapper before he tried to rape her.

"I am your human jealousy."

The man didn't speak, but those words entered Ryuko's mind.

At this point, Ryuko couldn't even process the meaning of those words. She grabbed everything she could find by the edge of the tub and threw it at the man.

But before she could hit him, he vanished from her sight again.

Ryuko stared wide-eyed at the water, her chest heaving, terrified that the man, whether ghost or monster, would reappear from somewhere.

Beneath the clear water, there was nothing.

Ryuko had completely lost interest in bathing. She leaned back, reaching for the towel draped over the edge of the tub.

She didn't feel anything; where the edge of the tub should have been, she felt a cold but incredibly hard body—a round, cylindrical object with prominent veins that throbbed in her palm.

Ryuko almost cried as she turned back. Sure enough, the man was squatting by the tub, still staring intently at her, and her hand was gripping his enormous penis, enough to terrify any woman.

"You… what are you going to do…"

Ryuko cried out in fear, her face drained of color.

The man didn't answer verbally, but instead grabbed Takako's neck and pushed her into the bath.

Amidst the splashing water, their naked bodies pressed tightly together.

A tremendous fear and despair gripped Takako's heart like a demonic hand.

(IV) Those who have drowned often understand the feeling of helplessness as their chest tightens and aches with each breath, their mind gradually losing consciousness.

Takako was experiencing this feeling now. She even felt like she was about to drown in her own bath.

She desperately pinched, twisted, and grabbed the man holding her, straining to keep her head above water. When her neck was almost stretched to its limit, her nose finally broke the surface.

She took a deep breath, and for the first time in her life, breathing felt incredibly precious. But immediately, she was pulled back underwater.

In the water, Ryuko found it increasingly difficult to exert any strength. The arm tightly wrapped around her waist felt like an iron clamp, and what was even more unbearable was that the man's body was positioned directly behind her. If they weren't in the water, it would have been a shameful woman-on-top position, resembling intercourse.

In this position, the man's hard penis was inevitably wedged between her legs. She clamped her thighs tightly around his genitals, afraid that it would move upwards.

Ryuko's virgin vulva was, at that moment, less than a finger's width above it.

Struggling to breathe while trying to break free from the man's grip, Ryuko felt for the first time how utterly vulnerable her hard-earned physical strength truly was.

The man had only just begun his actions.

In the steaming bathwater, his large hand remained icy cold. This icy hand gripped Ryuko's breast tightly, so hard it seemed he wanted to crush that soft, warm orb.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

A broken, mournful sound escaped her lips as Ryuko frantically attacked backward with her elbows. The dull pain in her chest not only stimulated her nerves but also forced air out of her lungs. With her breasts being so roughly grasped, she couldn't move her head to the surface. A

resentful anger even began to surface in her hazy mind—why had her father built the bathtub so deep!

Seemingly not intending to drown her, the man suddenly grabbed her breast and pushed her upward, her floating body greedily gulping for oxygen. She had only managed a couple of breaths when a strange sensation came from beneath her buttocks.

Ryuko reached her hands under her buttocks and touched the man's face! Her completely naked buttocks were now sitting directly on the man's face! The arms that had been holding her waist were now firmly gripping her thighs.

No matter how much Ryuko struggled, her private area was exposed to the man's tongue and lips.

He opened his mouth, his wet tongue as cold as the rest of his body, carrying the warm water from the surrounding area, and licked the crevice between Ryuko's full buttocks.

The contrast of hot and cold stimulated Ryuko's sensitive genitals, causing her to let out a muffled groan, her hands trying to forcefully push away his face.

Another terrifying fact deepened Ryuko's fear.

The man showed no signs of needing to breathe.

Finally realizing that she could not possibly be dealing with a human, Ryuko felt utter despair.

His tongue began licking from the cleft of her buttocks, moving forward through her tight anus, her pure secret cleft, slowly and steadily reaching her delicate clitoris. After gently teasing the bud twice, he slowly licked back to where he started, repeating the next round of movements.

This strange yet effective teasing terrified Takako more than a brutal rape, because her mature and sensitive body had already responded honestly; a warm liquid seemed to overflow from deep within her lower abdomen, overflowing from her shameful vulva.

Takako, barely able to keep her nostrils above the water, had even lost the ability to beg for mercy; every time she opened her mouth, it was filled with water.

Knowing the man didn't just want to lick her buttocks, Takako's body tensed even more when she felt his face leave her lower body.

She didn't want to have her virginity taken by such a monster in this place, absolutely not!

(V) God seemed not to hear Takako Asakura's cries for help. For this noble family with Onmyoji blood, God showed no further favor.

Or perhaps, the so-called divine favor had become insignificant under human obsession.

As she was lifted to the surface, Takako cried out for help, knowing that it was impossible for her to escape tonight's fate on her own.

"Help... glug glug..."

She could only utter one word before being shoved face-down into the tub.

Her long hair was gripped tightly by the man, forcing her to arch her back to try and grab onto anything for support. Air slowly escaped her lungs, bringing with it the terror of death.

The arched back lifted her buttocks, and under the threat of death, Ryuko didn't realize how lewd her position in the bathtub was—a completely submissive, dog-like posture of mating. The man gripped his penis tightly, still pressing her head down, forcing the glans into Ryuko's open vagina. The

tightly closed virgin vagina felt intense pressure, and Ryuko's eyes widened in the water. She flailed her arms, desperately trying to escape. The smooth skin of her buttocks now aided her; she twisted her waist violently, her smooth buttocks making it difficult for the equally smooth glans to find its place in the water, allowing her previously stretched-open vagina to easily slip away from the penis.

The man let out a dark groan, his hand pressing down on her head with increasing force, pushing her even lower.

Her lungs felt like they were about to explode, and she felt waves of dizziness. Ryuko suddenly realized that if she continued to struggle, he would drown her in the bath.

Faced with death, her disgust for men and her fear of being raped gave way. With the scythe of death already at her neck, Ryuko finally surrendered in despair.

She strained to lift her head, stopping all movement below her waist, and obediently knelt in the water, even slightly raising her buttocks in a submissive manner.

Beneath her round, upturned buttocks, her pure garden was sold at the cost of her life.

A massive, club-like penis, without hesitation, aimed at her mismatched opening and forcefully thrust inside.

"Gurgle... Gahhh—"

Even though she was gasping for breath underwater, Ryuko still opened her mouth wide, letting out a desperate scream that only she could hear. Her eighteen years of innocence were being slowly torn apart, millimeter by millimeter.

Blood quickly spread near the point of contact, forming a small red mist in the water.

The man suddenly released his grip on her hair, grabbed her waist with both hands, pulled her body back forcefully, and as if he couldn't feel the pain of friction in the narrow passage, his hard, iron-like penis was fully inserted, his stiff pubic hair pressing tightly against Ryuko's buttocks. A

tearing pain instantly spread throughout Ryuko's body, but she couldn't afford to scream, because the first thing her mouth needed to do after finally leaving the water was to breathe.

She had only just taken a breath when the man behind her had already pulled his penis all the way out and then thrust it forward hard.

Even her cervix was pushed upwards, and with a sharp, dull pain, Ryuko, unable to maintain her balance, fell back into the water, her mouth filled with bathwater as she screamed in agony.

Seemingly satisfied with her tight, moist vagina, the man's entire penis was inside, kept in that position as if it were about to tear the cavity, and he began to churn forcefully.

Her eyes rolled back in pain, and Ryuko pressed her hands against the bottom of the tub, crawling forward in the water. The man loosened his grip slightly, allowing her to crawl forward a little, and just as the head of his penis was almost slipping out of her red, secret place, the man suddenly lunged forward, his huge penis once again piercing her delicate body like a spear.

Ryuko, in pain, tried to escape again, and the man repeated his actions, now moving and making love in a strange position within the bathtub.

When Ryuko crawled to the edge of the bathtub and draped her upper body over the ceramic rim, her strength had been completely drained by pain and fear. Her numb mind only wanted to maintain this position for easy breathing, and she offered no resistance to the invasion of her lower body except for low moans of pain.

Nearly half an hour later, the man finally withdrew his penis, but this did not end the long torture. Instead, he flipped Ryuko over, making her lie on the edge of the tub. He lifted Ryuko's beautiful legs in the water and continued to rape her.

The hard rim pressed against Ryuko's back, causing her delicate skin to bleed from the friction. The man's movements shook her body, and the continued friction intensified the pain in her abrasions, stimulating her brain and preventing her from fainting.

Nearly another half hour passed, and Ryuko, now like a tattered rag doll, finally felt the man's enormous penis leave her body.

She lay helplessly by the pool, her eyes wide open, seemingly staring into the distance. The man, holding his vicious and ugly penis, began to ejaculate against her beautiful and lovely face.

The cloudy semen sprayed out like water from a pipe, densely covering Ryuko's face. The foul stench immediately filled her nostrils, making her feel suffocated again.

"Why...why is this happening..."

Ryuko cried, covering her face with her hands. The semen on her hands brought a disgusting sensation. She curled up in the bathtub, hoping that everything she had encountered was just a nightmare.

But the pain all over her body proclaimed the cruel reality.

And the man who caused all this was gone, as if he had never existed.

(VI) "Ms. Asakura, I have told you six times, Higashida Hisaichiro is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely dead. Although I don't know why you are so eager to check this record, I can only advise you not to waste your time. According to the record, weren't you present when the criminal was shot?"

The policewoman at the reception desk could hardly keep up her smile, and her tone was trying her best to suppress her impatience.

It is not easy for anyone to maintain patience when checking something that is already certain six times.

Ryuko covered her face in despair. Although she had known this would be the outcome, she had still refused all gigs and ignored her manager's frantic pleas, coming to the police station.

Besides, she had no chance of appearing on camera right now.

It felt as if nails had been driven into her most delicate area between her legs; any movement would cause excruciating pain. Any experienced man could tell what this young woman had just endured.

A male police officer hesitated for a moment, then whispered something in the ear of a female officer. The female officer blushed, as if realizing something, and came over to Ryuko, whispering, "Ms. Asakura, please come in with me, okay?"

Ryuko froze, realizing the officer had discovered something, and a sudden urge to run away arose within her.

"Ms. Asakura, please rest assured, no matter what happens, we will keep it a secret for you,"

the female officer said gently, noticing her hesitation.

Only then did she reluctantly follow the female officer into a small room.

Once inside the more secluded room, the policewoman hesitated before speaking, "Please forgive my intrusion, Ms. Asakura, is there something you're having trouble discussing? If it's convenient, please let us help you. We will do our utmost to bring the culprit to justice." Takako

weakly raised her head, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at the kind policewoman. The pain of the previous night seemed to surge back into her heart. Wiping away her tears, she said desperately, "No...you can't help me...you can't help me..."

“Ms. Asakura, please have faith in the power of the law, okay? No matter who it is, I promise, if they break the law, we will absolutely not let them get away with it.”

She looked at Ryuko with concern and said softly, “Whether it’s a famous director or a top producer, if anyone has hurt you, please believe that we will definitely give you justice.”

It seemed that the police had grasped the strange direction. Ryuko forced a bitter smile and shook her head helplessly. “It’s not what you think. I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I really… don’t know who to accuse.”

She couldn’t very well say that it was Higashida Hisaichiro’s spirit that suddenly appeared and raped her in the bath, could she?

The policewoman wanted to ask more questions, but Takako, completely panicked, just wanted to leave and escape everyone's sight. She hurriedly stood up, grabbed the large sunglasses she had brought, and put them on. "Excuse me, if possible, I'd like to go back."

The policewoman sighed with disappointment and opened the door for her. "If you decide to speak, I'll be waiting for you anytime."

Takako shook her head with her back to her and walked into the corridor outside with small, quick steps.

Feeling the urge to urinate, Takako went to the restroom before leaving the police station. Her

swollen and slightly torn genitals couldn't be in direct contact with her underwear, so Takako used a sanitary napkin, which made the tender flesh there feel a little better. After pulling down her underwear, the blood-stained sanitary napkin sent shivers down her spine, and she didn't even dare to look at her lower body.

She opened her knees, and water spurted from between her legs, stinging the old wounds from the previous night. Seeing the blood in her urine, Takako couldn't help but start to sob softly again. Her first night, her virginity, her cherished dreams of purity—all shattered in the hands of that monstrous creature.

The water flow gradually thinned and stopped. She reached for a tissue to wipe herself, but her hand unexpectedly touched a face. Immediately, she felt a smooth, cool tongue licking her genitals.

In disbelief, she slowly lowered her head. The nightmarish face from the previous night was right in front of her buttocks, licking its lips with lingering pleasure.

(VII) "Ugh...ugh..."

Ryuko was horrified to discover that the neck beneath that face was actually embedded in the ceramic urinal. She screamed in terror, but as soon as she opened her mouth, a hand, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, pressed down on her lips.

She grabbed the hand with both hands, digging, prying, and pounding, but the hand remained unmoved, as if cast in iron.

Moreover, as she struggled, she was horrified to discover that another hand was gradually emerging from the surrounding partition. This hand waved in the air and grabbed her collar.

What was this? What on earth was this?!

This horrifying image, as if a person and a toilet stall were fused together, shattered Takako's courage. Large tears streamed down her cheeks, all falling onto the hand covering her mouth.

The hand gripping her collar yanked hard, the two buttons near the collar flying off to the floor, revealing a large expanse of white breast and a pink bra. The hand immediately pressed against her, its five cold fingers slithering across her delicate skin like snakes, pushing aside the bra, climbing up her breast, and tightly pinching her right nipple, first twisting, then rubbing, even pinching with its nails. Every movement was painful.

"Waaah...waaah..."

Takako, sobbing, tried to pound on the door behind her, but each pounding landed on what felt like a human chest, producing no real sound.

After only a few poundings, her hands were grabbed by two more hands. Through her tear-blurred eyes, she saw in despair that more and more hands were reaching out from the wall of the toilet stall in front of her. Each hand was thick and huge, with black hair on its fingers, reaching towards her as if trying to grab something.

Ryuko bit down hard on the hand in front of her mouth, biting so hard that even her teeth ached.

She just wanted to scream, to scream with all her might to release the unbearable fear.

The hand loosened its grip slightly, and Ryuko froze for a moment, then immediately opened her mouth, a scream for help already rising in her throat. But the next instant, her cheeks were gripped tightly by powerful hands, her mouth squeezed into an almost "8" shape, all sound choked into a series of muffled moans.

Then, something even stranger happened.

From among the countless hands that had been groping her body with utter lewdness, from the still-tile wall, a huge penis slowly emerged.

The penis grew longer and longer, stretching all the way towards her mouth.

She watched helplessly as the monstrous penis drew closer and closer, but her head wouldn't move an inch. She tried to shut up, but the hand gripping her chin tightened its hold with every effort she made, as if it didn't care if it crushed her chin.

She could only stare in horror at the tip of the penis as it was slowly and steadily shoved into her mouth.

A nauseating, metallic taste filled her tongue. The penis ignored her teeth, forcefully thrusting in, crushing the carpet of flesh on her tongue, heading straight for her soft, sensitive throat.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Saliva choked her lips. The enormous penis nearly dislocated Ryuko's jaw, and worse, it continued to extend further, almost completely plunging into her esophagus.

A tremendous pressure came from the back of her neck, forcing Ryuko to lower her body and tilt her head back. Now, her mouth and throat became a smooth, straight passage. The penis rubbed against the outside of her throat a few times before decisively thrusting in.

No...impossible...I'll...I'll die...

Ryuko cried out helplessly in her mind. The penis was treating her narrow esophagus like a vagina, slowly and lustfully thrusting in and out.

Driven by her biological instincts, the esophagus slowly began to move, swallowing and

peristalsis. The penis, pulled out in reverse, immediately inflicted a tremendous pain on Ryuko, as if her internal organs were being ripped out. This unprecedented deep-throat oral sex continued slowly but steadily. Saliva and tears fell to the ground like raindrops; Ryuko truly felt she was about to die there.

Meanwhile, countless hands relentlessly rubbed every inch of her skin—her neck, breasts, lower abdomen, armpits, groin, and buttocks—one or two hands lasciviously caressing and squeezing. Three fingers, pressed together in a triangular shape, forcefully pierced her already swollen and slightly purple vagina, where the wound had only just scabbed over. Two more fingers precisely pinched her protruding clitoris, squeezing it tightly like crushing a spring bud.

All her clothes were stretched open by those writhing hands, revealing pale skin covered in swollen red handprints. Her convulsing body was held in mid-air, a ridiculously long penis brutally violating her mouth. Her slender, alluringly Eastern neck changed thickness with the thrusting of the penis; as it thickened, the bluish veins bulged beneath her delicate skin.

Just as Ryuko was almost completely losing consciousness, the penis twitched a few times and suddenly pulled outwards, while the hands forcefully pressed her against the door. With only the glans remaining between her lips, a foul-smelling, white, viscous liquid gushed into her mouth. Clothes

… she couldn't let them get on her clothes… if she was seen, it would all be over!

This thought strangely flashed through Ryuko's mind. Her clothes weren't too badly torn; a little fixing wouldn't be a problem. But if she got so much semen on them, there was no way she could leave the police station undetected.

After a brief moment of thought, almost like a reflex, she forced back the nausea and the unbearable pain in her throat, desperately holding the semen that had been ejaculated into her mouth.

Unexpectedly, the amount of semen grew increasingly large, her cheeks bulging, the penis still throbbing between her lips.

She could only wail inwardly, close her eyes, and begin to swallow large gulps, gulping down the thick, murky liquid, until some almost came out of her nose.

Everything vanished again in an instant, as if it had never existed. Only Ryuko remained, dressed in disheveled clothes, her underwear dangling from her knees, white strands of semen trickling from her mouth and nostrils, sitting on the toilet floor, tears streaming down her face.

"Why… Waaah… What happened…"

Unfortunately, the empty toilet stall offered no answer.

(VIII) When leaving the police station, despite her utmost caution, the ever-present reporters still managed to capture Ryuko's haggard appearance, wearing sunglasses.

After flimsily making excuses for her anxious father and her nearly frantic manager, she dared not stay in that empty house any longer. Even a glance from any man—not even her family's security guard—made her tremble uncontrollably.

"No matter how big your problem is, three days, I'll only give you three days!"

Her manager's last words, spoken in a fit of rage, were a concession to her father's power. In the cutthroat entertainment industry, where everyone was scrambling to climb the ladder, three days of no exposure was unimaginable.

But what did three days mean to Ryuko? She didn't even know what that thing was…

Afraid to be alone, Ryuko specifically called the building's maid to bed. The only contribution the snoring woman made was Ryuko's enlarged eye bags and darker eye circles.

After a dazed lunch, Ryuko's uncle called.

Ultimately, her father was still worried about her and entrusted what he couldn't handle to her uncle.

Her uncle, Jun Asakura, was completely different from her father, who had no spiritual power. He was a psychic who inherited the Asakura bloodline and was quite famous in that circle.

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Ryuko quickly got into the car and asked the driver to take her to the place where her last chance of survival

lay. Upon seeing Ryuko, her uncle looked surprised. He quickly walked to her side, muttering something

as if he were talking to someone. Ryuko didn't dare disturb her uncle, so she stood awkwardly in the entryway, her shoes only half-off. Her uncle's face grew increasingly grim, and finally, without a word, he turned and left, sitting on the sofa without even greeting Ryuko.

Ryuko cautiously walked over and sat on the opposite sofa, whispering, "Uncle, hello."

Her uncle nodded, a puzzled look on his square face. He asked directly, "Ryuko, what does that monster that attacked you look like? Even your guardian spirit can't see its face clearly."

Ryuko flinched, stammering, "That…that…he looks exactly like…hisashi Higashida Hisaichiro."

"What!"

Her uncle's eyes widened in surprise, as if he were thinking about something, then he turned and went into a small room next door.

Ryuko, unsure of what was happening, could only sit on the sofa and wait.

The room was empty except for her, and she suddenly felt a sense of being watched, as if a gaze from an unknown source was staring at her with a lewd aura. That gaze seemed to penetrate her clothes, tangibly caressing her waist and smooth back.

Goosebumps rose all over her body, and she almost couldn't suppress the urge to scream.

Fortunately, her uncle returned, his expression more clearly puzzled. As soon as he sat down, he said to Ryuko, "That monster wasn't Higashida. Higashida's soul has already been reincarnated into the animal realm."

"But...but...but that person...he had Higashida's face..."

Recalling the grinning face with the long, slanted scar on his back as it swayed back and forth above her, the stinging pain in her groin that night seemed to return. Ryuko curled up, her face pale, clutching her elbows.

“Oh, right…”

Ryuko suddenly remembered the words she heard in her mind before she was first violated, “When I… when I met that… when I met that person, I think I heard a sentence.”

“What?”

“‘I am the jealousy of you humans,’ he… I think he said that at the time, although… I didn’t see him say it, but I really heard it.”

The uncle’s expression became more serious, and he suddenly reached for the phone next to him and quickly dialed a number.

The voice on the other end of the receiver was loud; even without speakerphone, Ryuko could still hear it. It was a very pleasant, magnetic male voice, sounding lazy, as if he had just woken up.

Her uncle didn't speak, but a voice came from the other end, as if he had been there all along, "Zhun, your niece's trouble is indeed quite serious."

Her uncle's tone was extremely respectful, as if he had absolute awe and respect for the person on the other end. "Mr. Li, what exactly happened? I can't sense even the slightest trace of a ghost on Ryuko."

"Because that's not a ghost,"

Li said slowly and lazily, "that's a jealous demon. Don't even mention a psychic like you; even for a sorcerer like me, dealing with it would be an almost impossible task."

"What? Then... what should we do? Mr. Li, where are you now? I'll bring Ryuko to you."

Li sighed. "If I were here, things would definitely be better. Unfortunately, I'm in America right now. A new door to lust has opened in New York, and I'm incredibly busy... Jealousy demons originate from extreme negative emotions in humans. Once formed, it's impossible to eliminate them by feeding the negative emotions of urban populations. Jealousy demons are yin lust spirits; they prefer sadism to lewd pleasure, but relatively speaking, they generally don't appear in places with more men and stronger yang energy. You... try to stall for a while."

"Okay... thank you. Please come to Japan as soon as possible. I hope Ryuko can wait for you."

"I will do my best."

But his lazy tone didn't convey any sense of commitment or persuasiveness.

Ryuko shook her head. After her uncle hung up the phone, she said, "Uncle, I think he... is very unreliable."

Her uncle didn't speak but lit a cigarette and silently took large drags. Soon, the smoke filled the small living room.

“Ryuko, you…”

Her uncle opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but suddenly, as if something was choking him, his face gradually turned purple.

Ryuko then realized that a thick hand was tightly wrapped around her uncle's neck.

Higashida Hisaichiro's ugly face gradually appeared above her uncle's shoulder.

“Aaaaah—”

Ryuko screamed loudly, covering her face with her hands, and rushed towards the door, ignoring her uncle's outstretched hands pleading for help. She didn't even bother to put on her shoes, grabbing them as she ran out.

(Nine) Only after confirming that nothing was chasing her did Ryuko, panting, bend down and put on her shoes. A small pebble had pierced her left heel, making her limp slightly.

She wondered how her uncle was… Ryuko thought worriedly, but then reassured herself, her uncle was a powerful psychic; he would surely be alright.

Unfortunately, she didn't know that the most vicious thing in this world is the human heart. A demon purely born from the human heart would likely cause even the resurrected Abe no Seimei a major headache.

After escaping her uncle's house, Takako suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness. Despite the many people coming and going around her, she felt even more alone.

Wandering the bustling streets of Tokyo, Takako had no idea where to go. Only in crowded places could she find a little sense of security.

Like a person at sea, when unable to grab onto driftwood, even a twig is better than nothing.

Passing by a dark alleyway, Takako suddenly felt a pang of fear, as if a damp, chilling current was blowing on her back. She instinctively looked into the alleyway.

Deep inside, a tall figure stood there, covered in blood, groaning in pain, reaching out his hands to Takako, crying out, "Takako… Uncle is in so much pain… Save me…"

"Uncle… Uncle?"

Takako was stunned for a moment, but immediately noticed that black smoke was faintly emanating from her uncle's blood-stained skin. She had already stepped into the alley, but immediately backed out, shaking her head as she retreated to the other side of the road.

Suddenly, she bumped into something from behind, and screamed in fright, "Ahhh...no!"

"Miss, what are you doing? You bumped into me, okay?"

came a very unfriendly voice from behind.

Ryuko turned around and saw three strangely dressed delinquents behind her. She actually felt a sense of relief and quickly apologized, "I'm so, so sorry, I...I was just scared by...a little animal in the alley."

"Oh, oh?"

The blond-haired thug raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Hey, I've only ever seen such a timid woman on TV."

Another guy with green hair scratched his head. "Alright, alright, let's go for a drink."

The boy who had been bumped into tossed his red hair and said irritably, "Miss, remember next time, if you don't have eyes in the back of your head, don't keep backing away from me. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold it against you."

Ryuko adjusted her sunglasses and was about to leave when she noticed that the figure in the alley was still watching her. She changed direction, but in a less crowded area further away, figures were still watching her.

"A place with more men..."

Remembering what Li had said, Longzi turned around in a panic and ran towards the three boys, shouting, "Um... um... please! Please let me go with you... please!"

"Huh?"

The red-haired boy looked incredulous. It wasn't uncommon for girls to approach him, but for a girl like this—dressed in designer clothes, with a stunning figure, a cute face, and no dyed hair or tattoos—to actively pursue him was like a collision of planets.

He grinned wickedly. As a wolf, he had no reason to refuse a lamb offered to him. He put his arm around Longzi's shoulder, gave a wink to his subordinate, who immediately pulled out a small packet of powder and waved it where Longzi couldn't see.

He nodded in satisfaction and gave Longzi an "OK" sign behind her back.

He was a fair man; such good meat should be shared. His eyes slid over Ryuko's ample chest, and he smiled slightly. He was confident that his brothers would have a good meal this time.

(X) When Ryuko was fifteen, she already had a good tolerance for alcohol. Whether it was sake or red wine, she could drink until her cousins were sprawled out on the ground. During the worst of her rebellious phase, she even secretly drank her father's treasured wine.

So when Ryuko sat in the booth and picked up her glass, she felt a little grateful.

Now, she was trembling like a leaf in the wind and really needed a drink to calm her panicked heart.

Excessive fear impaired her judgment, and she didn't even notice the lewd smiles on the faces of the boys around her after she drank. Instead, she said, "Ha... please have another one. Thank you."

"No more."

The green-haired boy chuckled and shook his head at her.

Ryuko, who was already a little dizzy, blinked and showed a cute confused expression: "Why? This wine... is very good. I feel lightheaded."

Even her head was starting to spin... her head? Longzi suddenly realized something was wrong. She stood up to leave, only to find her legs had become weak and she couldn't muster any strength.

The red-haired boy smiled and placed his hand on her chest, kneading it as he said, "Miss, we treated you to some good wine. Shouldn't you repay us?"

"Boss, this chick really looks like a TV star."

The green-haired boy took off Ryuko's sunglasses, shouting as if he'd discovered a new continent.

The red-haired boy looked at Ryuko's delicate face, curled his lip, and said, "Okay, let's play with her tonight, film it, and make her an AV star."

He leaned closer to Ryuko, who could no longer speak loudly, "You don't need to thank me too much. After you become famous, just sleep with me, okay?" Ryuko tried to open her mouth, but could only make a weak sound, "No...no..."

Then, the sunglasses were put back on her face, and the three boys sandwiched Ryuko between them, leaving the noisy nightclub. The drugging and raping was such a common occurrence that those around them were completely numb to it.

The delinquents obviously didn't have much money. After rummaging through Ryuko's purse and seeing a large sum of money, they abandoned their plan to go to someone's apartment and instead chose a very secluded love hotel.

The receptionist, seeing Ryuko desperately trying to signal for help with her gestures, not only ignored her completely but also instructed the three teenagers, "Don't break anything while you're doing your job. Otherwise, you'll have to pay for it."

The red-haired boy snorted, took out Ryuko's wallet, pulled out several ten-thousand-yuan bills, slammed them on the table, and shouted, "Is that enough? We'll pay for anything we break!"

The receptionist immediately said, "That's enough, please enjoy yourself. Here's your room key. How long would you like to stay?"

"When we're done playing, we'll talk about it. Enough nonsense."

The red-haired boy grabbed the key and led Ryuko upstairs.

Ryuko struggled to turn her head back, staring in disbelief at the receptionist's complete disregard for her pleas for help.

But then, she saw more than just the receptionist. She also saw a man, a man with a blurred face, his body shrouded in black mist, standing far away in a dark corner, a cold smile seemingly on his indistinct face.

As if falling into a bottomless ice cave, Ryuko closed her eyes in a dizzying despair.

(XI) The drug didn't seem very strong. As Ryuko was thrown onto the bed, her back sinking into the soft mattress, her limbs gradually regained some strength.

So when the red-haired boy took off his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and climbed onto the bed, Ryuko used all her strength to slap him hard.

The crisp sound stunned all three boys, as if they couldn't believe that Ryuko would still have the energy and strength to resist.

Taking advantage of the moment, Ryuko kicked the red-haired boy off the bed and ran desperately towards the entrance.

But the other two boys had already reacted, grabbing Ryuko's arms on either side. The green-haired one quickly apologized, "Boss, sorry, the dosage might not be enough."

"It's okay,"

the red-haired boy spat viciously onto the long-haired carpet, pulled down his pants, and revealed a thick, erect penis beneath his underwear, its shape already discernible. He wondered what a weapon it would be when fully erect. "I like women with a bit of a temper."

"Please, please let me go! How much money do you want? I'll give it to you when I get back... really!"

Forced back to the bed, Ryuko pleaded, desperate to avoid being gang-raped.

If photos and videos were taken, even if she could return to the entertainment industry, she didn't know how much money she'd have to fill this bottomless pit.

"I'll make your films and sell them, I'll make as much money as you want!"

The red-haired boy's ferocity was unleashed by the slap he'd just delivered, and he swung his arm, striking Ryuko hard across the face.

The face she cherished most burned from the slap. Before she could even scream, the same pain shot through the other side, and she burst into tears, "No...don't hit me...waaaah..."

Seeing Ryuko's face turn red and swollen, the boy finally felt a surge of vengeful satisfaction. He ordered his two henchmen to step aside, and Ryuko, dizzy from the slap, immediately covered her cheeks with her freed hands.

Pressing down on Ryuko's rounded shoulders, he shoved her forward, then pounced on her. Ryuko screamed, now pinned beneath the boy.

"If you don't want me to hit you, you'd better behave yourself!"

the red-haired boy threatened viciously, spreading his arms wide. The buttons of his designer jacket snapped open, revealing a white bra covering his ample bosom.

"No—"

Ryuko screamed, clutching her chest, her body twisting and turning beneath the boy's spread legs.

He straddled Ryuko's waist, leaving her nowhere to hide. The boy grabbed her bra, not even bothering to unhook the back, and pulled it upwards.

Ryuko's upper body was involuntarily pulled up until the bra fabric could no longer bear the force and snapped in two with a snap, before she fell heavily back onto the bed. With this fall, her two white breasts, freed from the bra's restraint, sprang out, the flesh still bearing the red and swollen handprints left earlier.

The boy swallowed hard, somewhat surprised, and said, "Wow, you look so innocent, but you're quite daring, squeezing so hard. Was your last man a sadist?"

"No... Don't look! Don't look..."

Ryuko tried to protect her alluring mounds of flesh, but her full breasts couldn't be completely hidden by her slender arms, and the delicate skin bearing the fingerprints was helplessly exposed to the boy's gaze.

"She... is Asakura Ryuko."

The green-haired boy, who was rummaging through Ryuko's purse from behind, exclaimed in surprise.

The red-haired boy, who was about to pull Ryuko's arm away, didn't have time to pay attention to him and casually asked, "What? You know her?"

"My girlfriend mentioned her. She's a newcomer in an idol drama, I think. She's pretty famous." The

blond boy seemed a little flustered, not expecting to get his hands on such a woman.

Ryuko's hope flared up, and she quickly said, "Let me go... I'll definitely give you money, lots of money. I... I can even introduce you to some amazing women! Please... please let me go..."

"Boss..."

The two boys behind her were also a little guilty. A woman with such wealth and power might just get them killed.

The red-haired boy hesitated for a few seconds, but the writhing body beneath him was too alluring. He grinned maliciously and said, "Don't worry, a woman this famous wouldn't dare let her nude photos circulate all over the world. With us holding something on her, we can have as many women and money as we want. Come on, come over and strip her naked!"

"How...how could this be...ah! No! Let me go!"

Her hands were pulled to the sides, her beautiful breasts were exposed without any cover, and her waist was pinned down with no way to escape. Her skirt, stockings, and panties were torn off together, peeled off like skin to her ankles. One of them held down Ryuko's arms and legs, the red-haired boy picked up his phone, adjusted the camera function, and began to take pictures with a lewd grin.

"Her labia are swollen, she's definitely been roughed up..."

The red-haired boy exclaimed in surprise as he parted her thighs to take pictures. "She's already been fucked like this, yet she still acts all innocent and cute. What a hypocrite."

He aimed at Ryuko's most shameful spot, and the phone's flash began clicking incessantly. Ryuko struggled to move, but couldn't escape the two boys' hold. Her tender garden, under the men's gaze, instinctively began to heat up.

"Boss... this girl's breasts are so smooth."

The green-haired boy gasped, grabbing Ryuko's left breast with one hand. Not to be outdone, the blond boy crawled onto the bed like a caterpillar, bringing his head close to Ryuko's right breast and taking the tip into his mouth. Because it was so full, his mouth could only cover a small area around the areola. Unwilling to give up, the boy pinched the flesh, squeezing the round, firm breast into a flat, elongated shape.

"Let me go... Waaah..."

With her sensitive breasts being played with, Ryuko's body began to undergo shameful changes. This terrified her more than a brutal rape; the thought of her shamefully exposed before strangers filled her with despair.

"Keep it up, this little girl's hole is twitching."

The red-haired boy excitedly lay between Ryuko's legs, his fingers pressing the delicate petals apart, watching with delight the beautiful changes in her vaginal opening caused by the play with her breasts.

The pinkish-red entrance quickly became moist and glossy, and the slightly swollen walls began to writhe wildly.

"No, I can't hold back anymore!"

The red-haired boy's desire was ignited to its limit by the naked beauty. He ripped off his underwear and threw it aside, then pounced on Ryuko.

"Uh...no! No, no, no..."

If being violated by demons had some unavoidable element that allowed Ryuko a psychological escape, being raped by such a boy was entirely her own fault, and the consequences were even more unacceptable to her. If the nude photos remained in the boy's hands, her future would be no different from being ruined.

Ryuko's final resistance was meaningless to the three strong boys. Before her bent knees could even come together, two of her henchmen pulled them apart, and a pillow was stuffed under her waist, elevating her hidden opening. The

red-haired boy straightened his penis, making no intention of using a condom, aimed at her wet vulva, and thrust it in forcefully.

"Waaaaah... No... Ahhhhh..."

Ryuko convulsed, letting out a pitiful cry, but the thick penis had already deeply penetrated her painful vaginal cavity, the friction sending waves of pain and novel pleasure through her mind.

"Damn... It's so dry inside. Dry! Go get some of that medicine."

The red-haired boy, while enjoying the pleasure from Ryuko's tight vagina, also felt a chafing pain from the dryness deep inside.

"Boss, there's only one dose left, I wanted to use it on my girl... Ouch."

The hesitant green-haired boy was slapped by the boss.

"Bastard! Is your girl prettier than this chick? Go get it!"

The red-haired boy was a little unwilling, tentatively moving again, only to let out a painful groan along with Ryuko.

The ravaged vaginal walls had not yet recovered, and the new intrusion caused the woman's organs to instinctively begin to reject it; such intercourse was indeed difficult for ordinary men to purely enjoy.

With patient foreplay, things might change, but these three boys were all at the age where they were ready to thrust in as soon as they pulled out their penises. A couple of licks on a woman's nipples was already considered a great act of caress.

Watching the green-haired boy pull a small bottle from his coat and pour out a golden capsule, Ryuko quickly shut her mouth tightly. Whatever it was, it was definitely not a good drug. Once she drank it, it would be the end. This thought became Ryuko's new line of defense, now that she had lost her virginity here.

She could roughly guess what kind of drug it was, but now that she was already penetrated, she could only try her best not to show any lewdness. This meaningless insistence became the only thought in her chaotic mind.

The blond boy lifted her chin and began pinching Ryuko's cheeks. Ryuko turned her face back and forth, refusing to open her mouth.

The red-haired boy, watching Ryuko's struggle, became interested like a cat that had caught a mouse. He gripped Ryuko's waist, pulled his penis out, and just as the glans was about to leave her tender, alluring opening, he thrust it in hard, ignoring his own pain, straight into the deepest part of Ryuko's body.

"Ahhh—"

The intense grinding and tearing sensation made Ryuko scream involuntarily. Immediately, a large amount of powder was poured into her mouth.

To speed up the process, the green-haired boy opened the capsule and poured out the powder.

A fishy, pungent taste spread in her mouth, and Ryuko quickly tried to spit it out, only to have a pair of smelly underwear shoved directly into her mouth.

"My underwear isn't something just any woman would eat. Thank me."

The red-haired boy laughed, his penis slowly churning inside Ryuko, waiting for the drug to take effect.

"Ugh... Waaah..."

Ryuko stared at the ceiling, tears streaming down her face, her hands clenched tightly, afraid to think about what fate awaited her.

At that moment, a face clearly appeared behind the ceiling light.

A face shrouded in black mist, blurry and indistinct. It seemed to be smiling, coldly watching her naked body.

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