Chapter 5: Liberating Noriko

You wake up in the morning and head downstairs to make yourself a quick breakfast, but you find Minori in the kitchen, watching the cook - Akiko? Akane? Something like that, she's Shiiro's wife, you think - prepare her a breakfast. Toast, orange juice, bacon, eggs, she makes it all with a look of vaguely pensive concentration.

When Minori notices you, she pipes up. "Make a little extra for my elder brother."

"Yes, ma'am," Akiko (?) says, hurrying around the kitchen. Soon enough, the two of you are seated at the table, eating across from one another.

"Good morning, Nanashi," Minori says, primly. She looks to be the picture of the proper lady, legs crossed, chin raised high. "I hope you slept well."

"I did." When she's in this mode, it's rather hard to have a real conversation with her: she's pretending to be some kind of perfect rich girl, which makes conversation a bit flat. You decide to press on one of the things that always gets a response out of her. "I was reading the Tragedy of Tomoko Sakamoto," you say, picking up a piece of toast. "It seemed like Tomoko and Hanako," you say, referring to Ryu's wife, "had a sexual relationship. Was that common in 14th century Kurogaya?" You bite down on the toast, knowing she's about to start babbling.

Her poise instantly breaks at the excuse to discuss her area of interest. "Oh, yeah," she says, nodding quickly. "Back then, see, because you had polygamous families more often, a lot of the women would be lovers of one another. It helped with managing the household, smoothed over issues, especially if the guy had to go away for war or something and leave some of his wives at home. Or, if some of the wives had to go off to war while the guy stayed home, they had somebody to do."

"Is that still a thing? I mean, I doubt Mariko and Kimiko do, but... other women?" Like your two girlfriends and the girl you're taking on a date tonight?

"When Kurogaya modernized in the 19th century, polygamy became illegal and that kind of relationship became illicit. In the 30s, something like it emerged, but it was very much viewed as a temporary relationship - 'girls love,' you maybe heard of it." You nod along, trying to take it in. "A young girl, another young girl; a way to express admiration, to learn about love in a safe environment. That's the way they thought about it, and it's basically the same now. I mean, huge oversimplification, obviously 70 years of social change adjusts that kind of thing a bit."

"Thanks," you say, reaching over and patting her head. She blushes, cutely flustered. "You really know your stuff about this kind of thing, that's why I asked."

She puffs up a bit. "I'm the smartest sister, for sure." You just smile and ruffle her hair a little.

"How are things with your boyfriend?"

"Huh? Uhh... well..." she fidgets a bit. "He wants to kiss, but I'm not sure... I mean I want to kiss too... but Mom says you're only supposed to do that with a boy you love, or you're just a slut like Mariko used to be." You really hope that Mom didn't say that to Minori. It doesn't really seem in character for her, but then again this world is a rather sexist as far as relationships go.

"Okay, so what's the problem?"

"Oh... I don't know if I love him, I guess." She kicks her legs cutely.

"Did Momo's behavior cause any problems?"

"No, no, nobody cares, everybody knows she's a dumbass. She doesn't reflect on me at all, really. Everybody knows there's Kusakabes, and Momo isn't really one, even if Dad stuck his dick in Mariko." She leans forward a bit. "Did I say that right? That's what I heard Mom say, I think. She wasn't talking to me."

"Don't say things like that." Your voice is shockingly firm, and Minori's eyes get big. "Our mother is biased on the subject, since she doesn't like Mariko, but Momo is a part of our family. When it comes down to it, that's what's important. I don't want you to badmouth her. You know, she got in a fight because a girl claimed she could steal your boyfriend away?"

"She was just looking for an excuse to fight! That's all she ever does! Mom said it's 'cause-"

You cut her off by just putting your hand on her mouth. "Don't repeat whatever your mother says like you're a tape recorder. You're old enough, and mature enough, to form your own opinions." You pull your hand away. "As family, we need to help and look out for one another."

"Maybe you should look to figure out how to get her to stop starting fights all the time!" Minori crosses her arms. "I don't start fights with her boyfriend..." she mumbles, kicking her legs.

"Momo has a boyfriend?" You'd be surprised by that.

"No, but if she did, I wouldn't."

"Look, Minori. You and Momo are both my precious little sisters, and I want you to be happy. Neither of you can be happy if you let this kind of hate get deep in your heart." You poke her chest for emphasis. "When did Kimiko say all this, anyway?"

"She was talking on the phone to a friend. She was kinda ranting about a lot of stuff. I was listening in, 'cause she doesn't normally talk like that."

"That's probably because she knows that she shouldn't. You shouldn't either."

"But she was drinking, so that's what she really thinks, right? I mean, alcohol makes you say what you're really thinking."

You rub your forehead. "Sometimes people say things they don't mean, Minori. Drunk people especially. Their filters go down, but those filters are a part of them too. Some of the most important parts. That's particularly true when they think they're just venting frustrations with a friend."

"Oh..." Minori looks down at her lap, legs kicking. "Well..." she mumbles.

"Look, here's a simple exercise. Say one nice thing about Momo, Minori."

"Uh..." Minori fumbles around. "Um..." She tries to find something worth saying. She closes her eyes. "No, I can do this!" You wait patiently. "She... she... uh... she... she's really passionate?"

You scoot next to her and heft her bodily into your lap. She squeaks in surprise. You pat her head. "That's a good start, but would you be happy if that was all Momo could say about you?"

"I have lots of good points! I'm smart, and I'm sophisticated, and I'm interesting, and I can do this weird trick with my tongue that Mariko says will help me net a husband when I'm older!" She sticks her tongue out and curls it. "She was right, right?"

"...maybe. Anyway." You cough. "Consider your homework assignment for today coming up with something more substantial to say about Momo." You kiss the top of her head, ruffling her hair, and her cheeks glow.

You kiss her cheek, and then deposit her back in her seat before rushing off to get ready for school. It's going to be a hectic day - getting Noriko and Setsuko moved in, dating Yuriko, and... handling Terumi. You'd like to get in a little bullying of Chanette too.

You arrive early, but unfortunately, it seems like it's just you and Raya this time, Chanette not having shown up early herself. The girl's cute - brown skin, hair that's maybe brown or dark purple or blue, you can't tell that well, and she wears... you don't know what they call it here, but it's like a hijab or something. Her face has some luminescent blue paint applied to her cheeks. She's very cute. The only person you've seen talking to her is Chanette, really. She nervously looks down at her table when you enter the room. Shy, too.

You smile, stepping over towards her seat. "Raya, right?" She nods. "I'm Nanashi," you say, offering your hand. "I know like half people in class by now, I think, but I don't know you."

She takes your hand uncertainly. "Good tidings on this fine day," she says, her voice a little shaky.

"Good tidings to you too." You sit on the edge of Chanette's desk. Raya's gaze turns downward. "So, what do you do for fun?"

"Oh, I knit. My mother taught me." She takes hold of her hood-thing, gently teasing the fabric. "I made this myself."

"It's very nice. So your mother's from... al-Qujafa?"

"Raj Haval specifically, but yes," she says, nodding. "Why?"

"Just wondering. How's your family?"

"They are well. My father is a contractor in the oil business, back in al-Qujafa. My mother assists him. I live with my grandparents, since Kurogayan schools are better than al-Qujafan ones." She offers a hesitant smile. "Thank you for coming to talk to me. Only Chanette does, and she is... odd."

"We're all odd in our own ways," you say, smiling at her. "Some people just try not to show it as much. So, you're from Raj Haval? That means you're half-Havali, right?"

"Yes."

"Tell me about that. It sounds interesting."

"Oh. Well." Her eyes take on a sudden spark as she considers your question, her focus turning up to you. "I'm a Dawiyite. Most Havali are. We worship the true god, who is identified with the Sun, the ultimate force of temporal power and care. I go to services on Sundays, you could come and see what it is like."

"Maybe. I meant more... for example, why do you wear those clothes?"

"Ah. Well, this aja," she says, grasping her hood, "is a show of modesty and chastity. There are many ways to show modesty; veiling is another common one. In Havali we prefer the aja, for the most part. The modesty is... it's very important in our culture. We are not quite as permissive as Kurogayans. A girl is generally not supposed to meet many boys who are not her kin."

"You're meeting me," you point out.

"We are not in Raj Haval," she replies. "I am trying to live here, rather than back home," she says it, with a certain firmness, more to herself than you. "I do not know, though. Everyone here is very loud, I think? Or perhaps it is just Chanette."

"Chanette is a sweet girl, but she is a little louder than most. I think she's just trying to cope with being in a foreign country."

She nods. "I can certainly imagine." She offers a small smile. "I often have difficulty as well. My aja, at least, seems to dissuade the kind of attention Chanette is often on the receiving end of."

"Hm?"

"Ah. Catcalls? Flirting from much older men? That sort of thing. Because Sol gifted her with such a bountiful bosom," she explains, raising her hands towards her chest by way of explanation. "She handles it quite well, I think."

"It takes courage to try a new way of life. I admire that. In both her, and you."

Raya's eyes turn down, and you think her cheeks glow a little with heat rather than just the luminescent paint. "Thank you. However, I am only here because of my father's intervention. I would honestly prefer to be back home. No offense meant," she says, quickly bringing her eyes up, hands raised. "I simply mean, back home, I know more people, and the social rules, and all the little things you do not notice when you are gone. Or, perhaps back home is unfair, I've lived in Kurogaya for a while, but, back in Raj Haval, yes. I would not be expected to do things like 'flirt' or 'make friends,' it would all be arranged by my mother and her family. Not that I dislike the idea of making friends."

"Do you dislike idea of flirting?"

She blushes and fidgets. "Ah, it's just, not something that I know particularly well. Not that I dislike it intrinsically. I hardly know it at all. I would like to learn about it. Not that I am interested in it with you specifically. Not that I am disinterested in it with you!"

"See? You're a natural. I'm already coming to like you."

"Oh. Does this qualify as flirting? I do not think I am doing a good job, if it is. I feel very unsure of what to say next." She draws her aja a bit tighter. "Ah, it's not that you are intimidating, just because you are so tall and muscular and handsome. Not that I am ogling you. Not that you're ugly, or that I was lying about you being handsome."

"Here, I'll help you practice," you say, sliding into Chanette's seat. She nods, eyes big. "I'll be the boy. You're extremely cute, and I'd like to get to know you better." She just stares at you. "Now, you'd say something like, well. It'd fit your personality. But somebody might say, 'you're not too bad yourself,' or 'I like a compliment from an attractive guy.' Basically, you just roll with whatever they're saying, and shoot something nice back their way. It doesn't need to make a whole lot of sense, it's just a way of showing you're interested."

"Back in Raj Haval, I would show I was interested by having a second meeting with a boy. This seems like a very confusing amount of work."

"It makes it easier for things to start up and break off," you explain. "So. You're extremely cute," you say. "That paint draws out your eyes."

"A-ah, right," she stammers. "It... is good to look at you, too. You do not need paint to draw out your eyes, because you are so pale." She frowns. "That does not sound right."

"Phrase it like a compliment."

"Your eyes are very striking, even without face paint?" She winces a bit, uncertainly.

"There you go. Now, I might say something like, I'd like to look at your eyes a lot more. Do you think we could talk again?"

"We are in the same class, so that would be very easy."

You wince a bit. "A little awkward. Remember, this is about showing interest, the questions are very soft so you can quietly decline without too much hassle. Think of the deeper meaning behind it - here, that I'd like to spend more time with you."

"Oh. Oh! Well. In that case, you could perhaps come to my church? It's small, but I think you would like it." You don't say anything, wanting to draw a bit more out of her. "It would also provide an opportunity to meet each other outside the context of school."

"Are there any religious customs I should know? I just don't want to burst into flames on entering the church."

"Oh, do not worry, Sol would not do that," she says, with a small smile. "You would have to be very wicked for him to do something like that, and you do not seem evil at all." She blinks at your expression. "Ah, you were making a joke. Sorry. People in Kurogaya take their religion less seriously than they do in Raj Haval. It is something I have to get used to."

"Still. I don't want to offend anybody."

"Oh, right, yes. Don't bring food, or really any electronics? A watch is fine, but turn off your phone. It is, ahm, movie theatre rules? Be quiet and respectful. There is some praying, and singing, and dancing, and you do not have to participate if you do not want to. A lot of it is in Awali, so you would probably be better off not singing. I do not think Sol would mind if you earnestly tried to praise him, but some people might take offense, or gossip about you. Ah... perhaps it would not be so good for you to come at all..."

"How about you, me, and Chanette go get some ice cream together?"

She nods. "Okay. Yes. Ice cream. That is a common social gathering in Kurogaya, yes?"

"Common enough," you say, nodding along.

"What day are we getting ice cream?"

"I'd have to ask Chanette when she's free to give anything firm."

"Oh, yes, that makes sense." She glances at the table. "Well, thank you for talking to me," she says, with a shy smile on her lips.

"No problem." Kyoko comes into the room at that point, and other students quickly filter in.

Noriko comes up to you. "I need to speak to you, Nanashi-san," she says. You nod, letting her guide you to a corner. "Thank you for your assistance with my mother. I think you are a good boyfriend. Still. I must ask. Have you found us a place to stay, or for her to work?"

"Yes, and yes." She smiles very softly. "It's at my house, and the work is as a family servant. It pays well, and it means you can live rent free. It'll help her get some money, if she does decide she wants to move away ultimately."

"Ah. I see. If you would excuse me for a moment." She strides over to the front of the class, where Amaya-sensei is writing down some things in a notebook. "Nanashi-san... my mother and I... if I do not..."

Amaya listens along, nodding. She puts her hand on Noriko's. "Don't worry."

Noriko returns to you. "Very well. I am prepared to stay at your home. Will I have a separate room from you? If you wish to use my body, I would accept that."

"I'd like to... touch your body," you tell her, gently cupping her cheek. "But I don't want you to do it out of obligation. I'd much rather seduce you properly." Her cheeks take on a pink glow. "You'll have your own separate room, probably with your mother. It may not be quite as comfortable, but, my mother won't beat you for... whatever petty bullshit your dad hit you for."

Noriko nods. "...thank you, Nanashi-san," she says, softly. Her hands press against your chest, then slide around either side, until she wraps you in a hug, her cheeks pressing against your chest. "I like you a lot. You are a good boy."

You pat her head. "You're a good girl, too."

After a few long seconds, she disentangles herself from you. "Class will start soon. I appreciate what you have done for my mother and I. I understand it can not have been easy. Thank you, once more."

She leaves, at that, and you get seated as well, with Yuriko giving you a quirked eyebrow over the display, but offering no commentary of her own. Class soon starts so you can't correct any misapprehensions she might have had. You just study your books in the meanwhile.

In second period, there's your first actual test of the school year, one you easily ace and turn in within ten minutes. It's completely trivial for someone like you, and you sit back down, feeling rather smug. Of course, it means you've got basically an entire period to spend with not much to do other than read, but that's not much different from normal. You read through the remainder of the period, until lunch rolls around.

You step over towards Chanette and Raya, who are talking to each other, and squat a bit so you're at eye level with them in their seats. "Hey, Chan-chan," you say, "and Raya," you add. "I mentioned earlier to Raya that we might be heading out to get some ice cream, wanted to see if she wanted to come too. What day works for you?"

"A-ah, tomorrow evening?" Chanette says. Then she glances worriedly up at Raya.

"Tomorrow evening is good for me, too. It will be fun to spend time with you outside school, Chan-chan." She seems to just mimic your use of the new nickname, which just makes Chanette flush brighter.

"It'll be nice to get some big old scoops of vanilla ice cream and watch you two lick up every drop."

Chanette smirks. "Ah, you think I'll just lick, instead of sucking it down whole?"

"Would you not get 'brain freeze' if you swallowed the entire ice cream at once? I thought this was a common occurence when eating ice cream too quickly."

"The only brain freeze that I'm worried about is when Nanashi's brain shuts down, from going on a date with the two sexiest girls in class!" Chanette wears a wicked grin on her face.

"A-ah, this is, that kind of date? I did not know..."

"Well." Chanette scratches her cheek, as if trying to figure out how to extricate herself from this situation. "Nah. I've been on tons of dates, they're just one guy and one girl, don't worry. This is just friends hanging out."

"Oh. So you were just making a joke about dating the two sexiest girls in class."

"Yeah, yeah, a joke," Chanette says, hurriedly. "Uh. A lot of people think I'm a slut, but that's totally not true," she says to Raya, winking at you with the eye Raya can't see. "I don't have tons of butt sex, or anything like that. Totally chaste and pure, yuh-huh."

"It must be unpleasant for people to think you're a slut, when you aren't," Raya says.

"Nah, who cares, Kurogayans are the judgiest people in the world, but also the meekest."

"Meekest, huh? So you want a strong Kurogayan man to have his way with you, Chan-chan?"

"Eh? That's not what she said at all." Raya's brow furrows, while Chanette is practically hyperventilating, cheeks bright red.

"Hah! L-like that'll happen. I'd just kick some weirdo like that off, you know?" She nods to herself. "There's no way a g-guy like that, could ever!" She emphasizes the word, practically yelling it. "Seduce me."

"See? Anyone with brains can see she's a very sweet girl, so it's sort of like a social awareness test."

"Ah, like flirting," Raya says with a nod. "Oh, Chan-chan, Nanashi and I were flirting earlier, I think I did quite well!"

"You were flirting with him?" There's an expression of horror on Chanette's face, though you can't quite decipher its cause. "Nanashi-kun," she says, fluttering her eyelashes, "if I wanted, you'd fuck me, right? The only reason we haven't had sex is because my standards are too high?"

"I still don't have blonde hair," you say, pensively toying with one of your dark locks. "So I suppose it's true that I don't meet your standards."

"That's not my only standard!" She says, glancing over at Raya hurriedly.

"Well, I satisfy the only other one you mentioned."

"Puh, please." Her cheeks are red. "You're just saying that. It's probably perfectly average size!"

You widen your hands in a sort of "Who can say?" gesture. "Tomorrow evening, ice cream, yes?"

"Yes, that sounds lovely," Raya says.

"I'm not backing down," Chanette says, puffing up her chest.

"Great." You stand up, stepping back. "See you in a bit."

"...perfectly average size what?" Raya murmurs to Chanette.

"H-house!" Chanette half-yells.

"Didn't you know? I have a very big house, Chanette." She blushes scarlet, and you just smirk and head up to the front of class, where Amaya-sensei is playing on her phone a bit.

"Ah, Nanashi-san. How can I be of assistance?"

"I was hoping to schedule some one-on-one time with you. Some of the materials I study can be difficult, and having a second pair of eyes always helps. None of the students are really on my level, so I was hoping that you might be able to help."

"I'm always keen to help a student in need," she says, with a winsome smile. "Particularly one who looks out for others." She slides out her notebook. "Now, which subjects are you having issues with, and what times would work for you?"

"My main interest is in Mathematics, though I've been doing some reading on Anatomy and Physiology, and having a tough time. Isn't it strange that human males and females are different temperatures?"

"It is, it's a very unique characteristic in the animal kingdom. It's probably linked to... well, that seems like the sort of thing we should discuss in lessons. What times are you free?"

"Today is pretty packed, but tomorrow, right after school? Would that work for you?"

"Yes," she says, penciling it in. "I'll do my utmost to help you with any issues you may have, Nanashi-san." You think you can see just the faintest hint of a flirt in her eyes, but that could just be your overactive teenage hormones creating something where there's nothing.

"Thank you, Amaya-sensei."

"I just wanted to mention," you say, and her expression perks up a bit, tilting to the side. "I appreciate the particular effort you're putting into your relationship with me. It's not often I've gotten such an attentive teacher, and I hope we can get to know one another better."

"I hope so too," she says, with a soft smile.

"Now, I need to go schedule something. Sorry."

"It's quite alright, Nanashi-san, go on," she says, with a brisk little wave.

"Sumiko," you say, leaning over her desk. She's tearing at some chicken, which she puts down.

"Nanashi," she says. "Here to schedule our rematch I hope?"

"Precisely. I'm busy right after school today, and tomorrow, and we have the day after that off - but other than that, my schedule's free."

"So you want to delay the rematch until next week? Very well. I'll defeat you any day of the week, should we fight in the area of my mastery, rather than yours." She rises to her feet, her supple breasts drawing your gaze, before her hand grips yours. "Don't disappoint me with an easy fight. I expect a worthy foe."

"A true fighter should give it his all, even if he's at a disadvantage, yes?"

"Absolutely," she says. "I'd be insulted by anything less than your absolute best."

"Let's exchange numbers, so we can make this happen. Next Monday, yes?" She nods, and gives you her number: (647)-61262-966. You shake her hand again. "I'll beat you this time, too."

She smirks. "A bit of arrogance will make it all the more fun to crush it out of you." Her grip tightens on your hand, then she releases. "Go, now."

You actually leave the room. It's not against the rules to do, just a pain to leave and come back. Once you're a decent distance away, you take out your phone, looking at Terumi's number, a little thrill going through your body at what you're about to do. You text her.

Come to me. Alone. Room 42. Don't let anyone know what you're doing.

You suck in a deep breath and hit send. In your mind's eye, you can see it all play out - Terumi getting the text, blushing, putting away the phone, leaving the room. Coming to you, knowing something is going to happen, but not what. Walking quickly, but trying to remain unsuspicious.

Then she's actually in the room, closing the door behind her, cheeks bright red. She's wearing the school uniform, a blazer, blouse, and skirt combination. She looks at you with this beautiful 'fuck me' look.

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You step up to her, grasping the back of her head, pulling her into a passionate kiss. She moans into your mouth, her tongue happy and eager. She's more a passive recipient, this time, allowing your tongue to penetrate her mouth rather than trying to drag it in, gently suckling on it, tongue flicking away, lips slurping. Your hands grope her sensual body, her nice big butt, her fat tits, her thigh. When you try to pull away, she digs her fingers into your backside, lips suckling on you like a sticker before you finally yank her off by the hair.

She's drooling as she stares at you, wild-eyed. "Strip," you order, your hands simultaneously going to the door. Her fingers hurriedly remove her blazer, her skirt, toss aside her shoes and then socks. She doesn't hesitate for a second, moving with a kind of frantic need and desire, as though if she stopped, you might change your mind. Then she's naked in front of you. Her skin is delicate, pale, soft. Her tits and ass plump, full, firm. Her expression erotic and sensual, her lips slightly parted. You toy with a nipple, and she bites her lower lip, not sure if she should beg for more or ask you stop.

"From now on, you are to call me Master when we are alone like this."

She shudders slightly, an erotic thrill running through her at those words. "As you wish, Master."

"Kneel."

"As you wish, Master," she says, as she descends to her knees before you. She looks up at you, purple hair framing beautiful features, and you gently run your fingers through it.

"You may remove my cock and begin to worship it with your mouth." Her body shudders, her hands undoing your pants, your extremely hard cock popping out the moment she pulls down your underwear. She stares at it, her lips slightly parted, her breathing heavy, making her chest heave. She seems to go cross-eyed as she looks at your cock. Then she starts to slurp on it, noisily, breathlessly, drool splashing down from her mouth as she sucks on the crook of your dick, eyes staring up at you affectionately, greedily, needily.

You run your fingers through her hair as she suckles at the base of your cock and your balls, your smile calm and reassuring. "You are going to be my concubine, Terumi. Like Tomoko." She nods deliriously, your balls currently filling her mouth as she sucks greedily on them, her warm mouth wrapped around them. She pops off, hurriedly licking and kissing and suckling at your cock near the base again, plentiful drool splashing down her features. "Yuriko will probably become my wife, but even if she doesn't, you won't be." She nods sloppily, eyes unfocusing. "This is your place. Servicing me, and my cock. Obedience. Submission." The words seem to make her nipples grow harder, and she finally spasms beneath you, eyes rolling up, a little splash of drool splattering onto her tits.

You grasp her hair as she orgasms, dragging her up along your cock, and the roughness of your treatment just makes her moan. "Tell me what you love about me," you say, as you take a hold of your spit-covered cock and slap it against her cheeks, making her moan and twitch in pleasure. "A good concubine wouldn't hesitate to answer," you say, and her eyes seem to focus and unfocus, her mind caught in a delirium of pleasure. "Answer me," you order, sharply, twisting her hair a bit, as she comes down from her orgasmic high.

"~Everything,~" she moans out. "I love your intellect, Master, I love how handsome you are, I love the taste of your cock. I love that when you saw through my lie you took me and made me yours like that, that you dominated me into being your personal concubine. I love how completely dominating and controlling you are, I love how you're teasing my mouth with the opportunity to suck your cock, Master. I love everything about you." You slide your cock into her mouth, and she moans in delirious pleasure as she gladly accepts your cock.

"I like how submissive you are," you tell her. "I like how intense this is, for that. For the way you absolutely obey, like a good concubine, that you allow me to use your throat like this." She hums softly around your cock, and you can see her thighs grow wet with girlcum as you slowly pull her down your length. "No other man will ever get to use you like this, you understand?"

"Yesh Mashfer," she mumbles around your cock, and you laugh a bit at that, your cock throbbing in her mouth as you push her down the rest of the way to the base. She spasms as your balls slap against her chin, eyes rolling up, moaning on your dick as her throat is used.

You're callous in your expression, as you start to fuck her throat, using her hair like reins, just staring coldly down at her. Her expression is joyous, rapturous, worshipful, eyes rolling up, a stupid smile on her face. Her fingers dig into her own thighs as she balances beneath you like that, allowing you to use her face and throat. "How would you feel-" you grind out, as you hump her face, "-if Noriko became my wife?" She just drools and mumbles incoherently, her cunt gushing beneath her thighs as she orgasms another couple times. You yank her off your cock, and she doesn't resist, being caught in a haze of raw pleasure. "Give me a titfuck, and answer my question."

"A~h," she sighs, hands reaching up for her tits, squeezing them, kneading them, as your cock finds its slot between them. Like her mouth, like her throat, they're warm to the touch, firm marshmellows wrapped around your dick. "I'd be happy for you, Master. I'd take care of Noriko and any children you had with her. I'd take care of them like they were mine, I'd clean up after sex with the two of you, I'd sleep at the foot of your bed if you wanted me to, Master, like your personal kitten or bitch," her eyes are wild, delirious with pleasure, and she's drooling, her saliva splashing down onto her tits and your dick. "I wouldn't even care if you didn't fuck me, Master, as long as you were happy, as long as you were happy with me, Master. If you only played with my tits because Noriko's are too small to satisfy you, and otherwise left my body cold, that would be fine, Master. All I am is yours. Every bit of it, to use, or not, as you like."

You take a tight grip on her hair and guide her face to angle downwards, your cock popping past her pretty lips a few times, her mouth simply falling open, drooling down on your cock as you pop into it. "That's good. That's a good girl. It's good that you accept your place, I'm very happy with you, Terumi. I'm definitely going to make you mine, and keep you. I'm going to accept all your love. Now accept..." you groan, thrusting your cock into her mouth, "mine!"

You let go, cum splashing against her cheek, on her tongue, practically drenching the inside of her mouth. She orgasms again, squirting, her cum splashing across the floor as she takes it, in a sweaty, pleasurable, delirious haze of desire and need. When you finish, you pop your cock out of her mouth, and pull up your pants.

"Go ahead fo class, Mashfer," she slurs around your cum, head tilted back. "Ish fime if nobody knows I'm yoursh."

"As your master, I'm going to take care of you, even if I don't have to." She hums giddily. "Swallow."

She does so, on command, still kneeling there, in a puddle of her juices, somewhat sweaty. You find a towel and do what you can to dab down on her sweat, before helping her get dressed. Her hair is a bit out of place, and if you sniff her, she has an identifiable scent of sweat, but somebody could just as easily think she ran around for ten minutes and fell down on her ass, rather than that she just wantonly sucked your cock.

You go back to class, telling her to follow you after a couple minutes, and she manages to snake back inside just as the bell rings, nervously trying to push down her hair here and there. There's something different about her now, an aura or glow - or maybe it's just that you got your dick wet inside her and enjoyed the experience.

The rest of the school day passes in a haze, with you being scarcely able to focus on your books. You do have something you need to do, though, after it ends - get Noriko and Setsuko moved out.

"Sumiko," you say, as class wraps up. "Well, actually, could you hang on for a moment?"

You scurry over to Noriko. "I think Sumiko would be able to help with packing things up, and... defusing things, if your father arrives."

"Okay, Nanashi-san. I trust your judgement."

Then you go back to Sumiko. "Noriko and her mom need to move out in a hurry, are you willing to help?"

Sumiko nods, rising to her feet. "I'll always help the weak."

"Great, let's go then," you say, practically running out the door and dragging Noriko alongside you.

The drive over is anxious, your knee bobbing up and down in the backseat. Sumiko chats with Noriko - neither of the two girls seems particularly bothered by the odd way the other speaks, which you suppose makes some sense. It's just idle conversation, and you can't really focus, the anxiety burning out other thoughts.

When you get to her house, you hop into action, ready to help Setsuko move her things out. Only, as the three of you come up to the door, you hear shouts behind it. "Fucking slut," you hear a male voice say, as Noriko's fingers fumble with her key for a moment, scraping the door rather than the lock, her face growing paler than usual.

"I appear to be having some trouble with the key," she says, hand shaking, looking down at it like it was an odd insect.

You gently take her hand, stealing the key from her. "Allow me, Noriko," you tell her, gently kissing her head, then guiding her off to the side. "Ready to protect the weak?" You ask Sumiko. She nods. You unlock the door and thrust it open.

"Go away, Noriko," you hear her father yell from the bedroom.

"Noriko isn't the only one here," Sumiko yells, confidently, striding into the apartment. You hear a thump like a heavy weight was dropped, and then her father appears.

He's a giant of a man, six foot four, you'd guess, full of muscle, with a bald head and a vicious look to his eyes. "Ah, so here's the little shit fucking my daughter and trying to steal my wife," he sneers. "One chance, punk. Fuck off, and don't come back. Get your oyakodon some place else. Otherwise..." he regards you and Sumiko levelly, without fear, his neck twisting about.

"Puh, please, just leave," you can hear Noriko's mother sniffle out from the bedroom behind her father.

"Shut up, bitch!" He yells, and she's instantly silent.

"So here we see the great and mighty father I've heard so much about," you start, drawing on a well of experience to play the prissy rich boy. "Too much of a little bitch to deal with somebody his own size, he beats his sweet wife and cute daughter, then gets angry when somebody takes away his punching bags. Is that about right?"

Noriko's father snarls for a moment, taking a step forward - then stops himself. He smirks. "No. Now get out of my house, before I call the police on you for trespassing, you little prick."

"Noriko-" Sumiko starts.

"NORIKO!" Her father yells loudly. You can practically hear both Noriko and her mother cringe. "Does not pay for this apartment. I do. I decide who can be here, and it's not either of you, muscle slut and jock twit. Now get. The fuck. Out."

Sumiko takes a step forward, her expression wroth.

"They've already made the decision to leave. This is the last day they're living here, regardless of what you do."

"Oh, is that right?" He asks. "Setsuko! Are you leaving with pretty boy here?"

"N-no," she says, meekly, from the bedroom.

"See? Simple misunderstanding. Now go on home then."

"That's obviously under dur-" but you can't finish your sentence, because Sumiko lunges forward for him. He catches her fist in his, a nasty sneer on his face, raw, animal rage on hers.

"Last chance, cunt." It's very obvious by Sumiko's expression she's not going to take it.

"Noriko, grab your things," you say, as Sumiko tries to slam her other fist into the big man's face. Noriko scurries around behind you as you slide into the fight.

"Need two on one? Who's the little bitch-" he has to quickly shift his weight, repositioning Sumiko between the two of you, in order to prevent your strike from landing. You stumble for a second or two, and he growls. "I won't let you destroy my family."

"Fool! It is you who have destroyed your family, by your violent and repulsive nature. I am just the promulgator of the fate you have wrought for yourself."

She charges head on, and he catches her fist again, rolling with it, trying to slam her facefirst into a wall. You're hot on her heels, however, and snap onto his back, gripping his head around the neck and yanking with all your force. He's taller than you, so your legs dangle a bit, before you start kicking at his back, and he finally stumbles and loses his grip on Sumiko. His hands come for your arm, and you manage to just slip free, right as Sumiko slams her fist full force into his gonads. He sputters in agony, and she makes a roundhouse kick to his throat, sending him to the ground. Then she grinds her foot against the back of his skull, raw, animalistic rage on her face.

"P-please, you've won," Setsuko says, from the bedroom, her expression frightened by what Sumiko is doing to her husband.

Noriko emerges from her bedroom with several backpacks slung over her body, a big bag of what you'd guess is toys by the shape of it, and a rolling luggage on her other hand. "Good. The fight is over."

"Get your things, Setsuko. We're leaving, now."

She swallows, then nods, the firmness of your voice pushing her. She goes back into the bedroom, gathering up several bits of luggage, dragging them out awkwardly, since she can't really carry them all. Sumiko goes to help, and Setsuko initially flinches back, but lets her. She grabs most of the luggage, hefting it behind her as the group of you make your way to the car. Shiiro pops the trunk open, and you shovel the bags and backpacks in there.

Then the four of you get in the back of the car. Your whole body shivers slightly with tension.

Sumiko laughs. "We truly defeated an evil man today, Nanashi," she says, slapping your shoulder.

"H-he's not evil," Setsuko says, quietly, mousily, curling in on herself as she knows that saying it will just offend you. Sumiko audibly scoffs.

"A man who strikes his child and her mother? Not as a spanking, or part of a game, but with intend to bruise and hurt seriously? What word could describe that but evil?"

Setsuko stares at her feet, arms crossed.

"Sometimes, people need time," you say, gently touching her forearm. She gives you a half-glare, then nods. "You did a brave thing, Setsuko, helping your daughter get a better life. I promise, I'll make sure it was the right choice."

Setsuko just nods.

Noriko gingerly crawls into your lap before settling in, her cute butt against your groin. "Nanashi-san's lap is much comfier than the car seats," she explains. She wriggles back against you a bit. It takes you a moment, but you notice a slight shake to her hands that she tries to disguise by placing them in her lap. She wants you to hold her.

You wrap your arms protectively around her. She relaxes back into you, closing her eyes and resting her head on your shoulder, like you were her bed.

The rest of the trip passes in silence, Noriko's soft breathing the only thing you really hear.

"I'll drive Sumiko-san to her home," Shiiro says, as you, him, Setsuko, and Noriko gather up their things and carry them into the mansion, placing them all in Setsuko and Noriko's room. It's small, about the same size as Setsuko's bedroom.

"Thank you for your assistance, Nanashi," Setsuko says, bowing. "I promise," she balls up a fist. "I promise you will not regret it." She says it firmly, defiantly, more to herself than to you.

"I am also grateful for your assistance, Nanashi-san." She steps towards you, taking your hand and leading you to another room. "I would like to thank you with my body. I enjoy your company, and believe you to be a good person. It is OK for you to have sex with me. I will not be sad afterwards, or regret it."

"I have a date in a bit, we can cuddle when I get back."

She looks down at her body, then back up at you. "Do you not find me attractive, Nanashi-san? I know I have a very small bust, and am generally petite. My mother had a small bust before she had me, so if you impregnate me, I may get larger breasts, if that is what is unsatisfying about my appearance to you."

"No, I find you very attractive, Noriko."

"You say that, but your actions suggest otherwise. I would think a male in your position would desire sex with me, if he found me attractive."

You pat her head. "Here, tell you what. I'll call you when I'm coming home from my date. Get your skimpiest, sexiest underwear, sneak into my room, and strip down to it. Then when I get back..." you trail off, suggestively, and her cheeks turn rather pink in shade, a small smile on her lips.

"That sounds very nice, Nanashi-san. I will make sure that I select the most appealing underwear I own." She smiles nervously up at you. "Can I kiss you before you leave for your date?"

You squat down to eye level with her, and her lips tenderly seek out yours. Her tongue slips into your mouth, heady, eager, teasing your own tongue as it taps at it, at your teeth, seeking out purchase. She finds a spot just behind your front teeth that makes you shiver as she touches it, and she runs it back and forth, softly and smoothly teasing and playing with you that way. You gasp and pant a bit, at the sheer thoroughness of her tongue job, and finally have to pull away.

"That was good, yes? It was not painful?"

"It was very good," you tell her, patting her head. "Fuck. I need to get ready for my date, sorry."

"It is fine. I will get ready for our date," she says, with a small smile of her own, walking away from you.

You dress up, combing your hair, picking out a nice jacket, generally getting ready for the kind of ritzy date you're about to go on. You mentally prepare yourself. Then you head out into the car with Shiiro, who drives you over to Yuriko's home. She's wearing a white dress that has no back, straps coming around her neck, with a very deep cleavage. It that doesn't even reach her knees. Her breasts move freely beneath the fabric, showing their true firmness - a bit smaller than Terumi's, but not by much. Underneath the dress, you occasionally catch the hint of a pair of what look to be white spats or similar, presumably some kind of concession to the reality that her dress is really damn short and it'd be easy for someone to look up it.

She primly sits down in the limo across from you, wearing the smuggest look you've ever seen in your life. "I see you like the dress," she teases.

You take her hand in yours and kiss it. "It's beautiful. Did you design it? It reminds me a bit of the white one you showed me... though that didn't have straps."

"Ah, sadly, I can't claim credit," she says, as she settles in and the limo gets started. "It's sort of an inspiration for that one, yes. I did make some modifications of my own. You know, it used to go down to the ankle? You can't even tell that I modified it, yes?"

The question draws your attention to her dress's skirt, her legs crossed primly. The edge actually seems ornate, curving up and down, with little triangular holes about the size of your pinky. "Nope," you say, keeping up the staring. "Can't tell at all. Of course, that could be that the legs are distracting me a bit... perhaps if you took the dress off?" You tease.

She glows a bit pink, then swallows and centers herself. "Now, now. Save that sort of talk for after the date, Nanashi. If it goes well, of course. Just because you are a Kusakabe and I am a Sakamoto, does not mean I am under any obligation to be yours, do remember."

"I am plenty aware, that is why I am trying so hard to make you flustered, because I think you rather enjoy it."

"Ah- well, perhaps, in moderation." She crosses her arms, which does lovely things to her breasts.

"That's only fair. Much like the beautiful woman in front of me."

She blushes. "You have a truly captivating ability to never cease the compliments."

"Or perhaps it is you who has the captivating ability to render me unable to think of other things," you tell her, sweetly, and her blush gets a little brighter. "So, tell me about what's been happening with you recently. How have you been settling into school, anything interesting at home, that sort of thing."

"Hm, well, at home, Jun is... her usual self. My sister," she adds. "She broke things off with her latest beau because," she rolls up her eyes, "ah, yes, because, quote, 'he chews too loudly.' And, I can assure you, having met the fellow, he chews at a perfectly ordinary volume and keeps his mouth shut."

She talks a bit about her home life. One older sister, no brothers, a working mother and stay at home father. Her mother is working on some kind of acquisition or deal with a Wesmeri company, neither you nor (you suspect) Yuriko are entirely clear on the details. She has made predictably little progress with Kiyomi, surprising no one except possibly herself.

When you arrive at the restaurant, you take her hand, guiding her in, giving your names and pulling out her seat for her. As the two of you sit there, she reads her menu pensively, guiding her finger over each item. You admire her lovely features. She'll make a good wife.

"Ah... you're staring at me." She says, as she puts down the menu.

"I'm enraptured, what can I say?" She blushes a bit. "I can't keep my eyes off you."

"Yes, well... I think I'll go with the sea food course? Oyster, crab, sea slug, tuna, dolphin." She smiles. "I'd prefer to share," she teases.

"Sharing does sound fun," you agree, putting down your own menu. "Anything else you'd like to share, besides the food?" You tease, with a quirked eyebrow.

"Hm?" She seems confused. "I don't think I got that one."

"I meant girls," you explain.

"Oh!" She blushes. "...you'd share?" She asks, very quietly.

"If I was married to such a beautiful woman, why wouldn't I share some other girls with her?"

"Marriage is a bit late for that sort of thing, don't you think?" She tilts her head. "I mean, there's a saying, you know, 'begin as you mean to go on.' If you were really going to offer me up girls to play with, I don't see any reason to wait for a ring." The waiter arrives, and she quickly gives you order, before returning to speaking. "Perhaps not right away, I don't think our relationship has really developed to the sexual point, but there are certain advantages to using other girls as intermediaries to proper intimacy."

"Oh? Such as?"

"It avoids the kind of cloying intimacy that can emerge from a typical relationship, while still allowing for sexual activity of a kind, and not forcing any impurity on my part."

"Making love to other girls isn't impure?"

She scoffs. "The love between girls is the purest sort of love. Two beauties, entranced, enraptured with one another... kissing, softly playing with one another... nothing keeping them together but love..." she sighs wistfully.

Your meal arrives, and you quickly cut up the seasoned sea slug that's the main dish. You poke a cube of it on a square and offer it up to Yuriko. "Try it?" She takes it in her mouth, sensually wrapping her lips around the form and smoothly retreating, the bit in her mouth following her movement. Then she starts to chew on it, swallowing after a few seconds. "Good?"

"Excellent," she says, with a nod. "Now you," she adds, poking another slice of sea slug and offering it up to you.

You take the bite, chewing on it. You enjoy the taste, and sizing up Yuriko visually, as you chew down on it. It's a bit salty, and chewy. It sort of reminds you of gummy worms. "What are your thoughts on Terumi?" You ask.

"Hm? The cool beauty?" She shrugs. "She's attractive. I'm sure she's unavailable, though. Too cold to really dig under that shell of hers."

"What if I told you that her shell had been dug under?" She quirks an eyebrow. "She recommended me this old novel, the Tragedy of Tomoko Sakamoto?"

"Ah, that," Yuriko says, dourly. "It's a completely fictitious mangling of my family's history in that era, in service of some trite love story."

"...be that as it may," you say. "One of the things that caught my eye is that Tomoko is implied to make love to Ryu's wife. A sort of love and lust between mistress and wife," you explain.

"That's a small element of it, from what I recall."

"Let's just say I've spent some time talking to Terumi, and I'm fairly certain she'd gladly fill the role that Tomoko does in the novel, given the opportunity and occasion. Would you be interested in that sort of thing?"

Her cheeks color, and she nods quietly. "I would." She chews a bit of crab. "Really? That could really happen?"

"It could."

Her conversation becomes less volumous, as though she were mentally focused on the image of using Terumi, or perhaps of being a wife who gets to have her pick of her husband's mistresses, or something to that effect. Unless you really try to drag something out of her, you suspect that anything of import will have to wait for another time, after she's processed your suggestion.

You discuss mostly light things for the rest of the date, going through your meal and dessert alongside Yuriko, managing to drag at least a modicum of civility from her, even though she's obviously distracted by thoughts of fucking Terumi, for one reason or other. As the date winds down, you call up Shiiro, and pay your bill - $249, plus gratuity for $275. At least you'll pocket an extra $25 for the whole thing.

When you arrive at her house, you take the chance, and lean across to her, kissing her on the lips. It's chaste, no tongue, but the effect on her is obvious. Her cheeks flush and she practically rushes out of the car, hands on her cheeks, her cute little dress showing off her butt as she runs off. You have Shiiro swing around to a gas station and pick up a pack of male birth control pills, popping one in your mouth before heading off.

You text Noriko.

I'll be home soon. Be ready. And remember - don't get caught.

She replies shortly.

I am in your room now. You will have to use the adjoining door through the bathroom - I locked the main door, to reduce the risk of someone stumbling upon me. I am awaiting your return.

You dutifully follow her commands, and find her kneeling on your bed. Her bruise has almost entirely faded, and she's wearing a lacy, intriguing black bra, and a pair of very small white panties with a little heart in the front. Her pale skin is otherwise completely exposed. Her large, black eyes are focused entirely on you, as you close and lock the door to the bathroom. "Is my appearance appealing to you?"

"Entirely," you tell her, getting onto the bed. You kiss her on the lips, your tongues briefly dashing against one another. "You're always appealing to me, just now in particular," you tell her, gently running your finger along her cheek.

She smiles softly. "I am glad you find me appealing."

"Lie on your backside, put your head on the pillows."

She nods, her expression betraying just a hint of confusion, as she lies like you've told her. You get in between her legs, then get on your hands and knees, pushing the extremely small white panties to one side to reveal her wet sex. She's gushing, her scent something like cherries or strawberries. You lick her, and she tastes much the same, like a sweet fruit. Her body twitches in response to just one lap of your tongue along her slit.

 

You kiss along her thigh, admiring her pale skin, gently caressing her warm body. Your tongue proceeds to lick its way along her stomach, slowly sliding up to her breasts, and she hurriedly undoes her bra, tossing it aside. You suckle on one nipple, erect and ready, and she breathes heavily, eyes blinking rapidly as you lick and suck on her tit. Her breasts are small, petite little love mounds, no thicker than a finger, but they belong to a very sweet and special girl. Your tongue leaves her nipple as you kiss and nibble at her collarbone, running your hands along her stomach. She's shivering in arousal, a cute expression on her face, something like mild confusion at the feelings rushing through her, though she occasionally smiles or bites her lip at some particularly good sensation.

Then you slide your tongue slowly down her body, leaving a trail of saliva, enjoying the somewhat salty taste of her warm skin, before finally reaching her sex and pressing your lips against it. She's hot, warm, and her juices are delicious, making you sigh and close your eyes as you run your tongue along her slit. She shivers happily, little squeaks escaping her lips, her hands coming up to cover her mouth, to keep her quiet so nobody hears.

You focus your attention on her even further at that, licking rapidly, hands coming up, grasping her thighs and spreading them to give you further access. You suckle at her love nub and she orgasms for the first time, squealing audibly, her hips bucking up and down, legs pushing against you and the bed, her juices pooling on your tongue as she gushes in pleasure. You don't let up for a moment, one hand sliding a finger inside her, playing with her, teasing her sex, sliding it within her. She shivers and moans, biting a finger, her eyes squeezing shut as she's overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

You play with her for several long minutes, until she's a puddle from her repeated orgasms. She's tasty, too, so it's hardly even work, almost like licking a particularly warm popsicle or drinking some sweet fruit juice. Her nipples are perky as can be, there's a light sheen of sweat to her pale skin, and some drool has slipped down her cheek. Her big owl eyes look up at you, struggling to focus, and her hands are still digging into the bedsheets, her tongue caught between her teeth to try to silence her noises.

You remove your cock, and her cheeks grow that little bit pinker, as she stares at it, emerging from your pants. She smiles lightly. You lick your way along the line of drool, up to her lips, whereupon you kiss her. You slowly guide your cock inside her, until you're about a third of the way in, at which point you can feel something blocking you. Noriko's hands grasp at your back when she feels it, her breath heavy on your lips as she pulls back. "It's okay, Nanashi-san. If it's with you, then it's okay. I'll bear the pain, so I can be with you properly."

You push your cock past her hymen, and her left eyelid twitches a bit until you finally tear it, at which point she pants and squirms, wincing in pain for a second, before sighing as you fill her up. "Ah, I can feel you pressing against my womb..." she sighs, as you bury yourself to the base inside her. "Do you want me to have your children, Nanashi-san?"

"Not tonight," you tell her. She smiles lightly. "I took the pill, so you don't have to worry about anything like that."

"Thank you, Nanashi-san. You're so thoughtful."

You pull out, then start to thrust back in, pumping her tight little body. She slides along the bed so much from the force of your fucking you start to worry she's going to hit the headboard, so you grab her by the backside, pressing her head against your chest. Her gangly arms scrape at your backside, her cunt squeezing you as she comes for the first time with your cock inside her. She moans in pleasure against your body, her voice muffled by your chest, her cute, short black hair bouncing a bit as you screw her.

You fuck her like that, tenderly kissing the top of her head from time to time, banging her like crazy. She gives little squeaks and moans as you make her come several more times, her cunt squeezing your dick. Her eyes flicker open and closed, and struggle to maintain focus. A little drool splashes out of her mouth, onto your shirt or down onto her own tits. She squeaks and moans cutely, her expression never intense - no double V signs, eyes rolled up, tongue lolling out - but certainly very intense for her. Her cheeks are flush to a vivid shade of pink, her lips curled up in a permanent smile, almost feline in its nature. You kiss her on the lips a few times, and she does that little trick with your teeth and her tongue that makes you shiver, gasp, and pant.

Finally, you can take no more, and you release inside her cunt, splattering her thirsty pussy with your ejaculate. She moans softly, and you suckle at her neck as she comes alongside you, her hot little body twisting and writhing beneath you. Her eyes lid, and a sleepy, satisfied smile is on her face as she finishes her orgasm, occurring right alongside - in response to, you suspect - yours.

You pull out slowly, tenderly, and wrap Noriko in a hug, pulling the blanket over the two of you. "I love you, Noriko." You tenderly kiss her cheek, and she grows even redder.

"I love you, as well, Nanashi-san."

Since the room's locked, at the absolute most, you'd have to tell Noriko to hide in the closet or something if somebody wakes you up in the morning. And that basically never happens.

"Wait. Your mother's not going to freak because you don't come back tonight, right?"

"No. I told her I might be sleeping in your room before I left."

You sigh in relief. "Good." You kiss her neck. You cuddle with her, until the two of you drift off to sleep together, her almost-naked body lewdly pressed against your half-clothed one, wrapped in a full body hug. She's so small, so vulnerable, and so completely yours.

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