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Chapter 23 - Servitude, Insanity and Sensuality

Author's Note 1:

I do not write hard non-consent stories.

Author's note 2:

Sama is a very respectful Japanese suffix, meant for people with vast experience or authority over you.

Dogeza = Japanese term for dropping to your hands in knees in a bow as a sincere form of apology

Seppuku = A Japanese custom no longer in practice originating from the Samurai class, in which a man would commit suicide by disemboweling themselves with a blade to restore or preserve their honor in death.

Jigai = The female variant a Seppuku in which a woman (or a child) would tie their legs together to prevent ante-mortem spasms from leaving them open-legged, they would sit on their knees, and then they'd cut their own throats.

In the end, Ron missed most of the furor that Yamanouchi experienced in the wake of Kobayashi Senior's defeat and subsequent imprisonment... During the storm of gossip that flew through the halls of the school, and the wildly mixed emotions that everybody felt in response, Ron was otherwise occupied getting his ass handed to him by Reo in the Apprentice class's gym.

Reo was pleased as punch with Ron's handling of Kobayashi earlier in the day, but since the man was a legitimate sadist, his goodwill and good cheer ended up manifesting as a particularly brutal sparring session that left Ron bruised all over and rush healing a fractured rib. Add these injuries to the kunai slash wounds that were currently making Ron's right hand, left forearm and right thigh a source of itchy discomfort, and the boy was quite eager to shut it down for the day.

But first, dinner, which meant it was time for Ron to brave the public eye within the most stressful location imaginable for many a high school student…

It was time to go to the Mess Hall during the Five Pm dinner rush.

Moving silently through a series of hallways that were tinted a nostalgic feeling orange and yellow, Ron exchanged messages with the girls hanging out in his soul, before emerging into a vast open room that was full to bursting with ninja trainees of every shade to black.

And movement all around the room immediately froze into a silent and oppressive stillness, in which every eye at every single table stared in Ron's direction as if he was a zoo exhibit with a bad case of rabies.

The girls present in Ron's soul reacted quickly, whispering encouragement into his mind while hurling insults at his detractors, but by then, he was already moving. He never paused in place, he didn't scan the room, and he didn't expect a red carpet welcome, because he wasn't new to this kind of situation. Instead, he walked towards the servery area of the Mess, where he selected a vast array of food, and by the time he was finished amassing a frankly obscene amount of calories, conversations were restarting all around the room. Then he was sitting at a table as close to one of the four walls as he could find, and he was exercising his peripheral vision to keep an eye out as he ate.

Ron was well-aware that he was growing famous within the school, that his increased notoriety wasn't making him a popular man, and that he was a legitimate upstart now, worthy of their frustration. He was climbing the ranks, he was defying the odds, and he was showing many undeniable signs of being an uncommonly gifted spiritualist. In just a little over a month, he grew over half a foot, his skin was smoother, his hair was softer, his physique and carriage was streamlined and perfected, and he was noticeably more intelligent, both in memory retention, and more fluid extrapolation. He'd visibly, noticeably evolved during his tenure at the school, down to the genetic level (with Kim's help), to the point he was a Stoppable only as a technicality.

Taking all of these things into consideration… Ron was making the locals that prepared to attend Yamanouchi since birth and were struggling to keep up with the school's demands look like total chumps in comparison…

It wasn't a good image, and it wasn't garnering Ron a warm welcome, but it also wasn't something that he could do anything about, and in the end it wasn't all that important. Ron wasn't present at the school to run for homecoming king. He was approaching his training like a gamer would play a speedrun, skipping both dialogue and cutscenes, honing the game's more advanced mechanics, and playing the system with the objective to get the most out of every single second…

And it was working, but at a cost... A cost that presented itself just as Ron was wrapping up his dinner, in the form of the foursome of charcoal gray clad trainees that approached his table, and lined up in a row.

Fukushima looked both low-key pissed off… and pleased, which likely meant that the man was not happy that Ron was climbing the ranks so quickly, but he was happy that Ron was now fair game within his sparring rings. A fact that the boy made very clear a few moments later, when he stepped up directly in front of Ron, stared down at him as if he was a bug, and then made his feelings exceedingly clear. "I'll admit, I thought I would never get the chance to make good my promise to you, so I'm quite grateful to you, Stoppable san… Thank you for skipping so many vital steps and fundamentals in your training. Thank you for disgracing this school so thoroughly. Thank you for climbing to my level, so that I can knock you back down..."

"You and Kobayashi san say some very similar things, Fukushima san," Ron pointed out after chewing and swallowing the chicken in his mouth.

"That's quite the infuriating comparison, because I have no intention of ambushing you in such a disgusting fashion," Fukushima all but whispered back, his eyes cold, his nose flaring. "I do not need to subvert my honor to show insignificant wretches such as yourself their true place in this world… I only need to do what is expected of me. Meet my adversaries out in the rings, and then fight to the very best of my abilities…"

At that, Ron slowly nodded his head and then drew the last of his dinner up towards his lips, as in a way, Fukushima couldn't actually be compared to Kobayashi, and his earlier accusation was unfair. At the same time, apologizing would be a ridiculous waste of time, because the man really was a gigantic asshole, and he really was intending to break Ron's body at the very first opportunity…

And yet, when a HUD messenger prompt from Kim popped up in Ron's vision, it wasn't to warn him about Fukushima, but to point out a man sitting about five meters behind Fukushima's back… Sato, the boy that attacked Ron outside of Master Sensei's office when he first arrived at the school, was staring in his direction with murder in his eyes… That man, at the very least, was not going to fight fair despite his bad intentions. No. Sato's bad intentions were much more purposeful and versatile, much more likely to spill into empty spaces or dimly lit hallways.

Even as Ron scanned the men that were standing directly in front of him, noting their appearances just in case he ever encountered them in the sparring rings, he recognized that these bullies were just that… bullies… On the other hand, the dejected and isolated looking man that was sitting all alone in the distance had become the so-called 'quiet kid in class', thus, he was a far more worrisome type of existence…

Quietly but uncharacteristically, Fukushima suddenly leaned in over the table to place his palms down upon its surface, as apparently the man was pissed that Ron was dismissing his presence… At which point, his moment of weakness was witnessed by the one person he was trying to impress…

All of the sudden, the most famous and beautiful kunoichi in the whole entire school walked up to Ron's table, shot Fukushima a completely disgusted look, graced Ron with a showstopping smile, and then insistently gestured for the blond boy to join her outside in the hall. The gesture was so demanding, so familiar, so informal, it froze the entire Mess Hall in its tracks.

Even as Ron guessed that Yori was about to show him the way to his new Journeyman living quarters, he found himself shocked that the woman was being so… demonstrative, and so were the various women that were watching from within his mindscape. While Ron and Yori spent several hours together every single morning, training and talking and goofing around with their spiritual powers, and he definitely wouldn't hesitate to call the woman a close friend and sensei, the kunoichi never approached him in public forums and she wouldn't smile at him in such a provocative fashion…

Which left Ron wondering exactly what nature of psy-op Yori was trying to pull off right now…

Was the kunoichi trying to convey that Ron was in the good graces of the school? Was she trying to prevent him from being targeted outside of the sparring rings? Was she trying to lessen the impact of the Kobayashi debacle in the eyes of the student body by introducing herself to the rumor mill?

If so, Ron feared Yori's actions would have decidedly mixed results, especially given the poorly concealed outrage burning in Fukushima's eyes, or the dozens of muttered conversations that were beginning around the room.

Nevertheless, Ron rose from his seat with his empty tray in hand, deposited it in the bin for the staff to clean, and then joined his female friend as she walked out of the hall.

For the next few minutes, as Yori silently ushered him through the halls, Ron's entire focus was on trying to figure the Kunoichi out, because her demeanor was a little… off. She was a little too close, a little too happy, a little too A lot of things, but nothing too out of the ordinary to actually point out. One thing that was blatantly out of the ordinary was where they were, as they were quite far off the beaten path, in far less trafficked areas of the school, which made sense if Ron's room was supposed to remain a secret.

Still… The girls in Ron's mind were beginning to mutter very unlikely suspicions to each other, and Ron couldn't really dismiss their concerns…

"Yori san… I have a few questions," Ron quietly conveyed, his words seeming to echo off the walls in the old and empty area.

"In a moment please," Yori absently breathed out, her focus on unlocking a large, heavily fortified, iron door that they just reached. Then the old, scarred wood of the door was swinging open on surprisingly well oiled hinges, and Yori was gesturing Ron into the room.

"You're not usually this cloak and dagger," Ron pointed out, even as he preceded Yori into the dimly lit room, cast about for a light switch, and then gasped in surprise when Yori pressed him further into the room with the curves of her body, the door closing shut behind them, a deadbolt dropping into place.

"Yori, what are…" Ron choked out, only to freeze in place with his mouth hanging open when the lights turned on, and he found himself standing in a set of living quarters that were decorated with very traditional Japanese aesthetics… for women.

These were Yori's living quarters… of that Ron had no doubt whatsoever, and the women within his mindscape agreed, which is why they were calling for him to make his escape, to unleash all of his spiritual power and fight his way free from this location… but he didn't. He couldn't, not with Yori's hands rubbing at his waist and stomach, two rather large, soft and perky breasts pressing in between his shoulder-blades, and her cheek pressing flush to the side of his jaw… This situation definitely called for some tact… and Gods help him, tact really wasn't Ron's strong suit.

In the end, Ron froze in place as Yori very slowly, very sensually waltzed around his body to reveal the fact that her pitch black gi was loosened at the waist, the collar was riding low enough to drape off both of her shoulders, and was pulling further apart with every single movement that she made... Cleavage… a metric fuckton of it... Two shockingly full and perfect globes of pale white titflesh were all but spilling out of Yori's increasingly open gi, as the woman moved to within just a foot from Ron's chest and slid her hands up his chest to clutch at his collar. The kunoichi's ethereally beautiful face was flushed red, her pale pink lips were slightly parted, her lustrous black eyes were moist with irrepressible emotions…

Ron's mouth hung open in shock.

"I… watched you today… while you fought… while you bled off that cliff," Yori breathed out, her voice breathy, insubstantial, but containing notes of something unfathomably deep and intense, something… predatory.

"I…" Ron began, only for Yori's expression to halt him in his tracks. The ravenette's expression was… naughty… slutty even… and it was completely foreign to the kunoichi that he'd come to know so far…

"I often watch you train, with Reo, or without him, in the rain or not in the rain, whether I'm asked to… or not…" Yori continued, her hands slowly drawing apart Ron's collar, her trim little tummy rolling against the bulge in his pants in a way that made it stir. "I like the contradictions that you embody. You're so clumsy, so strong, so inexperienced, so brave, so cute, so well-hung... You're like a golden retriever… A dopey, sunny, lazy, playful dog, until it's time for it to defend its family, and then it changes on a dime… Do you want to be MY doggie, Stoppable san? I promise I'll give you plenty of head pats and belly rubs…"

By this point, the girls within Ron's soul were going completely freaking berserk, whisper-screaming in his ear to push the slut away and make a run for it… but he didn't, not yet, because something about this situation was all kinds of wrong… and what's more… spiritual senses that he couldn't even begin to describe were informing him that something… else… was currently interfering with his friend.

A friend that could fold him in half without even breaking a sweat…

Instead of moving, Ron's hands slowly rose up to curl around Yori's grip on his collar, and he drew in a very deep breath… "Here's the thing, Yori san… The Yori that I've grown so close to, she holds traditional values very close to her chest. She lives those values, she does not bend, and she knows that I have a harem in my soul… While, yes, it's possible that you enjoy me exactly like you're describing, and Gods help me I really do enjoy your breasts… I still don't think your actions are your own…"

As if a curse was dispelled by Ron's words, the feverish and manic quality to Yori's eyes swiftly dulled away, her hands slowly released his collar, and her features slackened into an emotionless mask… "I… suppose we do understand each other, Stoppable san, and I suppose it's true I'm not myself. If you would look away for but a single moment, I will compose myself and then I'll show you to your rooms."

After catching the red-faced flush to Yori's cheeks, the way that her right nipple was peaking out of her gi, and the out of sorts way that she was clutching at her belt, Ron nodded his agreement, turned away, and then dashed towards the door at a speed that left him just a blur in the air. He took a much more proactive approach because he still felt that jarring… wrongness… coming off of Yori's body, he curled his hand around the deadbolt, he started sliding it free… and he felt a rubber oxygen mask suddenly cover both his mouth and his nose, forcing a light gray stream of compressed gas hard into his windpipe.

With a start of surprise and alarm, Ron inhaled more than a little bit of the gas, at which point Clare immediately informed him that he was just administered a very powerful sedative, and the world started turning irrespective of his body...

Within the next three seconds, Ron spastically flailed Yori up and away from his body, started falling in the direction of the door, was caught up in Yori's slim but sturdy arms, and then he stared up at the woman's increasingly distant face as his vision tunneled down into a swirling inky black.

Gasp!

As if a light switch was flipped, Ron went from dead to the world unconscious to wide awake and alert in a dimly lit room, his heart rate wild, his naked body soaked with sweat, and his lungs demanding air… Ron heaved and gasped for life-saving oxygen as he attempted to curl his body up into a seated position from his back… and then he failed, because something was holding him down.

A pair of thick, padded, metal manacles were locked around his wrists, a thin but wide metal band connected those two cuffs behind his back, and yet another band trailed down between his legs to the cuffs cinched around his ankles… but that wasn't all. All of these manacles were connected by thick metal wires to a metal frame underneath the futon that he was laying on…

Ron was drugged, he was stripped naked, and then he was restrained to Yori's bed with enough metal to trap the Fearless Ferret, during which time the girls in his Mindscape did everything they could to expel the sedative from his bloodstream, which explained the racing heart rate that he woke up with, along with the sweating and other signs of an increased metabolism.

Now all Ron needed to figure out was… why? Yori's body was giving off a subtle foreign mojo that Ron could just barely feel with recently attained spiritual senses, and he had a growing certainty that he knew exactly what was happening to her, but the question remained… Why?

Even as the girls within his soul scream-whispered both threats and insults at Yori, and Kim prepared to fly to Japan, Ron mentally shook his head, and conveyed his suspicions through the HUD. This wasn't Yori. Someone else was using his friend in a fashion that was becoming increasingly common…

And off in another room, the sounds of someone turning off a shower and toweling off could be heard, as apparently, Yori was finished 'freshening up'.

Ron attempted to access his spiritual power, but it was sluggish, slow, hard to recruit.

"You're so impressive, Stoppable san, waking up so fast, despite having your power dampened by my herbs," Yori called out as she returned to the room and moved to the foot of her bed, where she performed a slow and sensual little pirouette, displaying her naked body for 'Ron's viewing pleasure'…

And despite absolutely everything, Ron's cock really did start to stir down between his thighs, for the following reasons:

-Yori's straight and soft raven-black hair extended down past her shoulder-blades in a shiny, lustrous mass.
-Her face was small, heart-shaped, and heart-breakingly adorable.
-Her eyes were big, her eyelashes were long and pretty, and her irises were a complex and soulful smokey black.
-Her vaguely olive toned skin was both tan and glowing golden from her recent shower.
-She was tall for an Asian woman at approximately five-foot-nine, and her limbs were lean like a model's.
-Her tummy was tiny, trim and fit, but not overly muscular, and her narrow waist stood in direct contrast to her dramatically flared out hips.
-Her breasts were about the same size as Tara and Kim's, around a full C-cup, and her cute pink nipples peaked up towards the ceiling.
-Her ass was much bigger than expected, much rounder than expected, and was so outstanding it made the woman look like she might possibly have Latin ancestry (which she didn't).

Yori was a nineteen-year-old, fully trained spiritualist with access to a mindscape, so her body glowed with perfect health, her face was flawless, and what fat her body contained she kept on purpose, and used to great effect…

The woman's tits, hips, ass and thighs were the kind of chubby that made dicks leak precum without ever even touching them.

Suffice it to say, Ron's cock lurched dramatically as he took in Yori's body… at which point, he groaned, because all of the women in his mindscape were hurling abuse at him...

"Am I so ugly, you groan in response to my naked body," Yori asked, as she finished her pirouette and then eased down onto the futon in between Ron's feet.

"No… You're gorgeous… and now my women are completely furious at me," Ron sighed out, watching helplessly, as his cock grew increasingly solid.

"Oh… well… If it's any consolation, my sex has been both hot and wet for you for quite a while now," Yori assured, as her face loomed over Ron's slowly thickening dick, watching it grow little by little with every beat of his heart.

"Yori, I want you to know this in advance," Ron grunted out, when Yori reached out, curled her hands around the base of his semi-erect dick, and then started pumping it reverently just inches from her face… "I know this isn't you. I know that something's compelling you."

"Your faith in me makes me so, so happy, and you're even correct… to an extent," Yori slurred out in reply, her tongue dragging wet circles around Ron's increasingly swollen cockhead. "I never would've made advances on you, knowing how inextricably 'involved' you are with several other women, but I - am - a - ninja, I follow orders, and now that I've been ordered to infiltrate your mindscape, I'm so relieved, so overjoyed… Or rather… I feel as if I've gone into heat... Needless to say, I'm so, so very honored to give you my body, to give you my virginity… Gluck!"

Yori just barely managed to enunciate the word 'virginity' as she wiggled and squished her sexy little lips down around Ron's cockhead, squeezing his dick into her mouth with a doe-eyed expression on her hyper-innocent face that had Ron's cock rock-hard in one second flat. Then the ravenette was moaning her excitement upon the bulbous cockhead in her mouth, her tongue was licking and laving at his sensitive glans and tip, and her hands were massaging his heavy hanging balls.

"Jesus fuck," Ron gasped out, as the MMP power that he was trying so hard to channel suddenly slipped from his grasp again, and Yori started gagging her stretched wide gullet further and further down his shaft. "Yori, listen (gasp)... Some unknown villain has been influencing people's minds lately, altering their perceptions, leaning on the things that are important to them to warp the way they act (groan)… The Yori that I know would NEVER rape a friend, EVER, under any circumstances…"

Pop!

"But I'm not just willing… I'm so, so very grateful," Yori gurgled out through a thick bolt of precum that just slapped across her tongue. "My morals and sensibilities are no longer relevant, so I get to have what I really want in my heart of hearts…"

Gluck glork pop!

"I get to serve your body with my mouth and my hands,"Yori continued, her lips rubbing Ron's cocktip, her tongue probing his pre. "I get to take your sex deep into my own, to make you seed me, to join your ranks, to be your woman."

Gluck gluckgluck gluck slurp pop!

"If I am indeed under a thrall by some nefarious third party," Yori moaned out with Ron's cock laying across her pretty little mouth. "Then I can only thank them for their evil, awful deed…"

"Hohoolly fucking shit," Ron groaned out, as Yori's words hit him right in the testicles, precum started dripping from his cock as if he'd sprung a leak, and even the girls in his soul were taken aback…

Even Tara… Even Kim…

But that was the moment that Ron remembered. He remembered the state of Kim's mind in the hours after she returned to her senses, and how she was crushed under the weight of her actions during the months they were impaired… and he realized something that couldn't be ignored.

Yori, quite simply, wouldn't survive the knowledge that she raped him, even if he forgave her, even if he begged.

He needed to stop this… He needed it to end.

And yet, with their conversation stalled, Yori was back to choking her airway with the first third of Ron's cock, her stacked hands worshipfully pumping up and down the length of shaft that she couldn't swallow, her hanging breasts bouncing and sliding atop his thighs, her eyes locked on his face, genuine affection glowing in their depths.

Ron's hands curled into the bedsheets below his ass, his balls throbbing, his shaft bucking, his sexual stamina being stripped away by Yori's earnest devotion.

Pop!

"While I really do like pleasuring you with my mouth, my orders are to have sex with you… and I'm really quite eager to drain the sperm from your testicles," Yori described while climbing up onto Ron's thighs, straddling his waist, and then holding his cock flush to her tummy. "Look at how deep you're about to go inside of me," she panted out, her hands jerking Ron's spit-slathered cock up past her belly button. "This giant penis is more than long enough to directly inseminate my uterus, so I imagine I'll be pregnant by the end of the evening... I haven't been ordered to take birth control, after all…"

With that much said, Yori's hips flexed, she rose up to her knees above Ron's waist, she aimed his cock towards her pussylips, she nestled them down around his tip, and then she seemed to take a moment to simply enjoy the visual.

"You're really going to do this," Ron called out, his teeth clenched, his right arm bulging against its manacle. "You're really going to lose your virginity to a man tied to a bed!"

"It - would - be - my - honor," Yori slowly and clearly called back, a manic, husky intensity to her voice… and a glowing series of Kanji present on the left side of her neck.

Now. It had to happen now!

With every scrap of will that his spirit had to offer, Ron violently ripped open the valve connecting the SPCS (spirit control system) core to his right arm, tore his newly blue-glowing arm free of its manacle as of it was made of aluminum foil, grabbed Yori around the neck as if he was trying to throttle her and then started pouring MMP power directly into the kanji that was affecting her mental state, tearing it from her body within a surge of burning will, shredding the foreign influence into a million trillion pieces and then burning away what remained within metaphysical flames.

"You don't need orders to help you make decisions," Ron screamed out, even as Yori choked and bodily spasmed, her hips sank down half an inch, her pussylips started stretching around his cockhead, and then she was torn free from his dick with a violent sideways jerk of his arm. "And honor isn't the same as unthinking obedience," Ron continued at the top of his lungs as he tore apart the manacle on his left hand side and then returned to Yori's side. "Honor is also being strong enough to make hard decisions, even when no one supports you, even when it hurts!"

"Gasp! Wheeze… Nooooooowaaahhhh," Yori scream/moan/whimpered towards the ceiling from where she lay on her back, as her hands crashed down atop her wildly rolling eyes and she started pressing her palms inwards against her temples. "I'm a, I'm a rapist! I'm a rapist, and you tried to warn me, and I was so blinded by lust and I…. Oh Gods… There's only one thing I can do…"

When Yori started crawling away from the futon towards a nearby drawer, pulling out a segment of rope and a tanto style knife, Ron instantly hurled his right arm down towards his feet because he recognized what she was doing, and he knew what would happen next. Yori was a straight-laced and traditional Japanese martial artist who believed she'd committed an unforgivable crime…

Yori needed to be stopped before she cut her own throat!

The skin of Ron's right arm was burning pink at this point but that hardly mattered as he used it to shatter the manacles on his feet, ripped himself free, and then he ordered the girls in his mindscape to get his core sorted out while he focused on the more immediate problem. Frog leaping across the room, Ron crashed into Yori from the side, knocking the tanto blade from her hand just before she could thrust it into her neck.

"Yori no! I forbid it," Ron screamed, even as Yori bucked and turned underneath his crushing body, judo throwing him into the nearby wall hard enough to leave a Ron shaped crater in the plaster. "You're my woman now, Yori! You owe me a debt, and I'll make you deliver!"

"You're kind, you're so sohoo kind, but I.. I'm just so… Gods… I'm so awful," Yori cried into her knees, her tears blinding her for the moment, her hands spastically patting across the floor in search of the blade she dropped. "I can't do it, I can't be this, I can't face myself in the mirror!"

"You'll do more than that," Ron barked out just as he slid into Yori's body, ripped the ropes from her legs, kicked away the blade, and then collected her up into his lap… "I demand that you take this incident to the shrine of self, I demand that you not take the easy way out, that you see this event the way that it really is, that you live, and grow, and be… with me."

Yori didn't respond with words, but she didn't struggle to get away anymore, and she cried, hard, painful, body-shaking, muscle-straining sobs. And Ron started crying too, because Yori was so broken, so tortured, and she really was such a wonderful person, and it hurt so much just to see it, to feel her wracking wails shake her entire body. "Yori, please. I care, I care about you so much, so much, so please, just listen…"

For the next ten minutes, in an unbroken string of words, Ron repeated the fact that Yori was a gentle, kind, giving, compassionate, self-sacrificing, wonderful woman who he needed in his life and couldn't do without, and he said that he cared for her, that he desired her, that he intended to keep her as one of his own, and he knew that he meant it, deep down inside where his most important convictions lived, and he didn't have the leeway to consider what the girls thought on the matter, because this moment was far too important to allow any hesitation, and what's more, it was working.

Over time, Yori's body stopped clenching as if she was being wracked by seizures, her puffy, snot-covered face burrowed into his neck in a much more natural comfort seeking posture, and then she was hugging him with both her arms and her legs as if he would otherwise fly away… and Ron finally drew in a full lungful of air for the first time since he slid across the room. "Thank you, Yori… Thank you for staying with me…"

"This… is my room… You're staying with me," Yori slowly whimpered out, the terrible joke clearly her newest attempt at a so-called American sense of humor… and Ron laughed so hard his eyes grew wet again, but he also shook his head into the woman's beautiful, mussed-up hair. "Naw… This is my room now. You just live here with me…"

"You're so… kind," Yori just barely breathed out, her lips rubbing Ron's neck in tender lines, her arms squeezing him all the tighter, her legs cinched together around his lower back.

Shuffling up to his knees, Ron carried Yori towards her bed, where he kicked free the metal rig that failed to hold him down, kicked the futon a few meters away from the metal wire covered box-spring, and then he sat down cross legged atop the futon's newly bondage free surface. He had little choice in the matter, as Yori was still wrapped around his waist and ribs, with her face buried in his neck, and he knew she'd stay that way for quite a while. But Ron was wrong, because soon enough, the ravenette started easing him onto his back so that she could lay atop his stomach. Ron settled in without a word and he held Yori close, because he recognized that he was in it for the long haul, and over time, he needed to draw the woman out…

Slowly, haltingly, in little snippets at a time, Yori spoke about her recent mind altering experience, during which time she whispered about someone with authority, someone that she wouldn't even consider disobeying, someone both powerful and respected within Yamanouchi... Unfortunately, now that she was free from the kanji's influence, Yori couldn't remember the person's characteristics, just that the authority was real, and that she definitely would've followed the person's orders (normal ones) under normal circumstances. She also explained that the metal restraints attached to her bed were designed to safely restrain ninjas that were driven insane by particularly horrible and frightening 'unseen', and that, no, she wasn't actually a bondage fetishist.

The things that Yori explained came hard, and they hurt her in the telling, so Ron didn't push. Yori was one of the few practitioners who did visit the Shrine of Self, and while he expected that the woman would suffer quite a bit in the process, he fully expected her to visit that cave, and sort herself out… He would order it if he had to… but he hoped it wouldn't come to that. Yori was in rough shape, was slipping in and out of consciousness, and she needed his support more than anything at all...

Over two hours passed by and the moon emerged outside the nearby window, but Ron didn't sleep because his body felt hot, edgy and out of sorts, his arm ached… and he was scared. Not of the Middleton girls, although… yeah, that was pretty scary, because they weren't responding to his messages, but Yori was slipping in and out of unconsciousness atop his stomach now, and he didn't want to miss her when she awoke. He was scared for her, he cared for her, far more than he'd allowed himself to realize until now, so he committed to being awake and alert when she finally came around, and he gently smoothed his fingers through her silky-soft hair…

It was getting late, around eight PM, when Ron realized that Yori was watching him worry about her, when he saw one of her eyes peering up at him through a wall of her hair, and then he felt her lips press down into his skin when he gently combed his fingers against her scalp.

"I'm yours now, you know," the kunoichi finally breathed out, her words no-nonsense, candid, serious."

"I'm not in the market for yet another vassal," Ron quietly replied, while enjoying the softness of Yori's hair as well as the lips pressing against his abdominal muscles.

"There's a Bhuddist proverb that says, 'save a life and you are responsible for it'," Yori countered, her hands sliding up and down Ron's sides.

"I'm more than happy to take responsibility, but ownership isn't necessary," Ron mused. "Your mind was manipulated by someone who you perceive as having authority over you, and I don't want to immediately put myself in a similar position."

"And that sentiment is exactly why I plan on calling you Master from this point forward," Yori immediately asserted…. "Or perhaps Stoppable Sama… or Ron Sama…."

"Any one of those names would get me killed by the students of this school," Ron pointed out with a smile.

"I'll kill… your attackers… before they … get close," Yori argued, her words staggered by the way she was kissing her way up his stomach muscles.

"Serial murderer isn't a desirable quality in a woman," Ron sighed out, his hands running down Yori's velvet smooth back as she kissed her way up his body.

"My desirability is the problem in the first place," Yori breathed into Ron's collarbone, her eyes locked on his, her hands gently roaming his shoulders and neck.

Ron merely smiled and nodded at that, because Yori was right, and the only remedy was to become strong enough to give everyone the middle finger.

"Do you desire me… now," Yori asked, very quietly, her face buried into his skin.

"I do," Ron very rhetorically admitted, as his cock was currently rock-hard in between Yori's tightly squeezing, slowly shifting thighs... "But shouldn't I have the decency to let you get over this trauma and gain some perspective?"

"I knew you would say that, so I've prepared two counter-arguments," Yori immediately voiced, as she continued to rub her thighs together, squeezing and teasing Ron's cock within the perfect amount of thigh flesh. "First of all, I recall there is an American saying about getting back on your horse after you fall off in order to avoid trauma based aversion, and I believe that particular saying is quite relevant here. I do not wish to be afraid of having sex with you. Secondly, as I said before, I'm your woman now. I desire to pleasure you sexually, and I desire to be your soulmate…"

After opening his mouth, and then closing it again, Ron drew in a very deep breath to stall for time because Yori was sharp and she knew what she wanted. Finally, he just bypassed any non-essential arguments and got to the real crux of the issue… "Look, I'm hot for you, Yori, and yes I'm interested in keeping you, but please keep in mind you won't be the only woman inside of my mind-sca…"

Abruptly, Ron gasped and then groaned when his cockhead suddenly shlicked between two sopping wet pussy-lips, and Yori quickly rolled her hips down towards his waist.

Long before Ron could do anything at all to make the situation easier on his new lover, Yori brutally shredded her hymen into a million trillion pieces, and then just kept on moving, humping and undulating her tiny, virgin cunt down the length of his wrist-thick dick like a berserker on a rampage. But that was the moment that Ron caught sight of the ravenette's right hand pressing against her subtly cock-swollen tummy, saw a vaguely yellow light drifting into her skin, and he recognized that the kunoichi was manually healing herself…

At which point, the very last of Ron's reservations were blown to smithereens, his hands slapped down around Yori's hips, and he started moving with her to hilt himself inside.

"Please, Master. All of it, all of your penis, inside of my vagina, now, please," Yori begged, her melodic voice turned husky by desire.

"You're so fucking adorable," Ron moaned back, even as he started thrusting his hips up to meet Yori's downward humps, squeezing his cock deeper into her slick and steamy cunt with each and every pump, and his hands curled up under her big, bouncing tits to lightly squeeze at her nipples."

"I want it! I want your large penis in my womb," Yori yelled, her eyes shut tight, her face bright red, her hips crashing down to finally squelch Ron's cock balls-deep inside of her rapidly regenerating pussy, and release a small stream of femcum to spill across his balls.

"Oh god, your super-innocent dirty talk is such a turn on," Ron moaned into Yori's hair, as the woman's violently trembling body curled forward atop his chest, and she kissed whatever patch of his shoulder and neck her mouth could reach... At the same time, he gently rubbed his hands up and down her back because the kunoichi was clearly having a moment, and he wanted to let her have it.

"I'm… so sorry, Master," Yori whimpered, her face burning so hot a red, Ron could feel it on his chest. "I was so excited to finally have you inside of me… I… climaxed all by myself… but I'll do better," she promised as she rose up into cowgirl position again with a look of almost dangerous seduction on her face and her hands pressed flush to her vaguely tented tummy. "I want to pleasure you with my body, Master… I want to make you seed me."

"And yet, you said you're not on birth control," Ron pointed out, repeating the words that Yori ranted at him back when he was tied up.

"I do not use what I do not need," Yori purred, even as she started rowing her hips in Ron's lap, her full ass rolling up and down his thighs, her sexy little tummy undulating like a belly-dancer's, her virgin tight pussy making sloppy squishing sounds as it clung wetly to his shaft.

"Is there a reason you're so eager to become pregnant, now," Ron asked, even as his cock twitched and then launched a very thick and dangerous bolt of precum directly against the woman's cervix.

"You mean, beyond the fact I'm at peak fertility," Yori breathily replied, her sensual hip gyrations evolving into more physical full-dicked riding, her piping hot cuntmeat rhythmically tightening to squeeze and pull upon Ron's cockhead, and her hands splaying out to grope at his stomach muscles.

"I was just wondering about the timing, is all, because over in America, twenty-five is closer to the norm," Ron groaned, Yori's talented pussy legitimately milking his dick from base to crown with every single hump of her hips.

"While spiritualists can live very long lives (groan), I likely won't have the opportunity to do so (gasp) because I'm a frontline fighter," Yori slowly, shakily explained, her trembling hands cupping Ron's cheeks, her breasts flattening out atop his chest, her shivering cunt strangling his dick with orgasmic intensity. "I'm highly trained (moan), and I go where I'm needed most, so I might be dead by twenty-five… like my parents before me."

At the tail end of Yori's words, Ron's arms gently curled around her back to pull her down into a hug, only for the woman to continue swinging her hips up and down, pumping his cock within her hot, wet, soft and sucking pussymeat with a series of syrupy squelches... The ravenette clearly wasn't even the slightest bit upset, as she immediately started sucking a hickey into his neck that he'd have to heal in a hurry…

"So frontline ninja have children young," Ron finally panted out, the insistent pulling pumps of Yori's irresistible little cunt making his question a matter of some urgency, as his balls were beginning to buck meaningfully down between his thighs.

"As soon as we find someone suitable (gasp), which is the main reason why (whine) I'm so very (whimper) popular," Yori keened into Ron's right shoulder, her thighs shaking as she fought her way through yet another pussy rattling orgasm.

Curling his body into a seated position with his hands still cupping around Yori's big and bouncing asscheeks, Ron started lifting and dropping his lover up and down the length of his dick even as he looked into her lust clouded eyes. "Yori… The Yamanouchi men love you because you're lovable… Your excessively breedable body is just part of the package…"

"Thank you so much, Master," Yori instantly squeaked out, as the man's praise made her feel both weak and submissive, their new upright and intimate position made her pussy suck and squirm and squeeze, and the closeness of Ron's face made her stare longingly at his mouth. Then it happened and it was so much more than she ever hoped for. Lifting up her chin, Ron suddenly kissed her hard on the lips, his tongue in her mouth, his free arm pulling her body flush against his own, her lungs emptying out in a loose and whorish moan.

By the time Yori finally experienced her very first kiss with a man, she'd already sucked his cock, given him her virginity, and experienced multiple hard squirting orgasms on his awe-inspiring manhood, but she didn't care in the slightest. Her legs curled around her Master's lower back, her arms tightened around his ribs, she rode him with a messy, lust-drunk abandon, she rubbed and bounced her breasts up and down his body… and she kissed the man again and again and again and again…

Lots and lots of kissing…

A staccato rhythm of claps and slaps and wet sloppy squishes kept time to a high pitched, mewling moan, as Yori took to riding Ron's cock like a born that way nymphomaniac, undulating her baby-maker hips at supernatural speeds. A tactic that failed successfully, when her body suddenly shuddered and froze in a fit of renewed orgasm, she keened like a small animal, and her fuckjuice dripping pussy massaged Ron's cockhead in a way that couldn't be denied.

When Yori's tight and coiling climax turned her pussy into a massaging paradise of rhythmically clenching cuntmeat, Ron felt his balls start to tense up against his shaft… and he knew that it was time.

With a growl from low in his throat, Ron suddenly curled his arms up under Yori's knees, lifted her long, limber legs until they were wide at her sides, leaned forward to ease the kunoichi down on her back, and then drew her calves up and over his shoulders. With that accomplished, he leaned in over the woman, dropped his fingers knuckles deep within her titflesh, and he started pounding his cock down into her hyperactive little pussy.

With every long, powerful, full-dicked swing of his hips, Ron forced a hot and frothy stream of flowing femcum and pussyjuices to splurt free from Yori's cunt, rough-fucking her through the peak of her climax until she completely lost it and screamed towards the ceiling. Then he bore down over her body to mate-press the living hell out of her, and he felt his cockhead sinking deeper and deeper into her submissive little cervix.

"Please… Master… I want it so bad," Yori begged through the sluttiest moan imaginable, her hands frantically groping and pulling at Ron's ribs, and her toes curling in the air. "Let everyone see my baby-swollen belly, and know exactly who I belong to. Seed me! Breed me! Please!"

With a wild intensity in his eyes and newly trembling thighs, Ron leaned even further over Yori to cup both sides of her face, he stared deep into her eyes, he breathed out the word," mine," in a possessive little growl, and then he pressed his hips downwards to hilt himself inside.

Then they both felt the moment it began… Ron's balls started lurching and bucking atop Yori's upraised asscheeks, causing the Kunoichi to gasp and shiver even before he groaned his orgasm, and his cock expanded to nearly half again its normal size. Then the ravenette's trembling hands pulled Ron down into a clumsy, desperate kiss just in time for a powerful surge of boiling hot cum to expand his cumvein from within, and they moaned into each other's mouths as a thick, gluey, liquid mass of pure genetic material expanded into place deep within her sex.

Ron's first cumshot was absolutely gigantic, and Yori felt it soak into the walls of her sex like liquid heat, setting her nervous system alight with electric sensation even as a brilliant blue light whited out her vision. The rapid-fire cumshots that followed bottlenecked between Ron's massive, pussy-plugging cockhead and her ineffectual little cervix, and then flushed even deeper, directly into her womb… and Yori's irises dilated wide over rapidly fluttering eyelids as she felt it, and she knew, and she soundlessly screamed her renewed orgasm into her Master's sexy mouth.

Pregnant. Yori knew that she'd be pregnant with Ron's baby, if not tonight, then someday very soon.

For the full minute that followed, Ron rocked his hips as he ground his dick down into Yori's deepest, most fertile depths, his motions wedging his over-sensitive cockhead within the entrance to her womb, where it released one of the largest, thickest, most backed-up, most satisfying cumloads that he'd ever produced in his life… And he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, because he knew what he was doing… But Yori really wanted it, she really, truly did. He could see that much in the love and devotion glowing in her fuck-drunk, glassy eyes, and he could feel it in the way that she pulled at his waist to hold him deep inside. Then, all of the sudden, he could hear it as well, when his semen started spurting free from her massively over-inseminated little cunt to flow down between her asscheeks, and she whined her disapproval over wasting precious seed.

Shlick, POP.

With Yori inseminated to the max, Ron slowly drew back onto his heels, causing his cock to squelch free from his lover's ultra-creamy, cum-fountaining cunt, and then launch its last few cumshots all over her tummy and inner thighs. A cum-covered canvas that writhed and squirmed atop the futon, her slim and sensual body shivering in orgasmic after-shocks, her hands rubbing Ron's cum into her flushed-pink skin, a loose and slutty smile slackening the features of her little, heart-shaped face.

"Maaaahster," Yori slowly, languidly moaned out, the single word overflowing with a relaxed form of elation, an absentminded and happy reminder that she was now his, along with what she actually intended to do with the sperm pumped into her womb… At the same time, the kunoichi slowly, lazily rolled onto her belly before crawling between Ron's thighs, and then she stared into his eyes as she curled her hands around the base of his erection.

Ron groaned happily when Yori drew his cum-covered cock into her sexy little mouth, he gasped when the suction she applied conformed her cheeks around his crown, and his balls throbbed when she moaned upon his cock, reveling in the taste of his seed upon her tongue… And just like that, any possibility that Ron's cock would grow soft completely disappeared, and his hands dropped down to comb through Yori's sweat-damped, messy hair.

Pop!

"You're not… satisfied… are you, Master," Yori slurred, her tongue twining around Ron's precum dripping glans, her hands fussing at his balls, kneading, squeezing, massaging…

"Not - in - slightest," Ron huffed back, his ability to speak stolen by Yori's sexy little mouth, and the way it was wiggling and squishing even further down his shaft.

Pop!

"Then I suggest we get this big, wonderful penis back inside of my vagina…"

By the time Yori was finished trying, and failing, to talk dirty, Ron was all but pouncing on the woman, and she was moaning much more convincingly as his cock squeezed back inside of her pussy…

For God knows how long, Yori seduced load after load of cum into her supernaturally resilient and self-tightening pussy, her regenerative abilities assuring it felt like Ron was fucking a newly minted virgin every single time he entered her body… But her pussy was the only thing virginal about the woman, as she was a very fast learner and she desired to please…

For example:

As Ron furiously pounded his cock into Yori in doggy-style position, the woman clapped and slapped her big gorgeous ass back into his thighs in a way that had her buttcheeks bouncing and rippling in mesmerizing ways… but that wasn't all… She also bit her bottom lip as she stared back at him over her shoulder, she reached down between her thighs to squeeze and massage his balls, and she squeezed him with her cunt-muscles to resist his cock's withdrawal.

Surrendering to the woman's irresistible charms, Ron huffed and groaned his way into yet another powerful orgasm, and runny globs of newly displaced cum started oozing down his lover's violently trembling thighs.

And then they did it again… and again… and again…

At some point around ten Pm, Ron found himself sitting back in a reclining chair next to the window of Yori's room, the kunoichi once again impaled upon his cock, but this time she rode him slowly, tenderly, mostly because the two of them were completely exhausted and they were covered in her very last clean blanket. Nevertheless, the woman's climaxing cunt was currently milking another cumload deep into her tummy, with her calves curled up under his thighs to hold her pussy-lips flush to his balls. The woman wasn't the type to take chances. Wherever possible, she drained Ron's cock as if he was trying to get away.

He wasn't.

Ron wasn't going anywhere, as it had been a very long day, and cumming countless times really does take it out of a man… Instead, he reclined the seat even further back, he pulled Yori into a more efficient snuggling position, he kissed her forehead, he rubbed her back, and then he felt the woman smile into the skin of his neck.

"Must sleep," Ron quietly pointed out. "Reo, training, every day, no breaks, no mercy, only pain…"

Yori started shaking in Ron's lap, her laughter very quiet but equally hard to miss.

"I'll likely see you in my mindscape," Ron commented. "Sometimes it takes time, but… you already have a spiritual presence, so maybe not."

"I'm your soulmate," Yori just barely breathed out, as she closed her eyes and started meditating herself to sleep. "I know I am…" Then the woman was asleep with the speed and skill of a spiritualist, and Ron immediately followed suit.

Wreckage…

Ron's soul was scorch-marked and soot covered, huge swatches of grass were burned to dust, several areas of the pavilion were missing sections of wall, a section of roof from the memory theater was missing, and lounging in the couch area, looking hard done by and despondent, were the girls…

"I… am afraid to ask," Ron began, only to wince when every head snapped in his direction, and four pairs of eyes stared at his face. Anger, sadness, anxiety, and jealousy hit Ron like an empathic wave, tempered by the fact that the girls loved him, and the fact that he didn't initially intend for what just happened to happen…

Ron gulped, because it was as he thought. He was in hot water with his women…

"When you ripped off the valve releasing the MMP into your right arm, the surrounding structure of the SPCS system started melting, and we were forced to repair it with Clare and the Rufus corp," Kim explained in a painfully businesslike deadpan.

"A process that took forever, was dangerous and hot and uncomfortable," Bonnie added, her voice less businesslike, but equally cool.

"In the meantime, you spent most of the night fucking your side bitch completely ragged, likely making her your new soulmate without even consulting us," Monique continued, her voice rising sharply at the end.

"You've knocked her up, I'm certain of it," Tara screamed at the top of her lungs, her fists clenched at her hips.

"Eeyup," Ron agreed, nodding his head. Most likely… yeah…. preggo…"

"Why," Everyone demanded at exactly the same time.

"Because she's one of my soulmates, because she wants my children, and because it's culturally acceptable for a ninja like her to have children while she's still young and unmarried," Ron loudly replied with his arms outstretched at his sides. "You girls on the other hand… You can't say the same… I decided this was for the best, because it'll prevent you four from competing to see who can get a baby-belly first."

"But I really do want your firstborn," Tara yelled, her hands pressed down against her belly-button.

"You're only supporting my argument," Ron shot back.

"We're furious at you for accepting another woman," Kim interjected, bringing the conversation back in line.

"What was I to do then," Ron countered with an explosive sigh. "Yori's a highly trained ninja, a beautiful woman, and a wonderful, kind, and caring person, who, as it turns out, I care deeply about, and she was attempting to perform Jigai on herself because some dickhead who's trying to target me just influenced her mind. Yori loves me… We know that… and they used that knowledge to hurt her, and I was so desperate to help, and I knew what would bring her around, and… When the time came, I didn't even hesitate... It just… It felt right."

"Sounds to me like you're trying to say this was predestined or that your spirit was calling you to action or something," Kim pointed out with a scowl.

"Which is bullshit," Monique added, her arms crossed under her breasts.

"I can't honestly say," Ron admitted, although privately, he did think his spirit was a contributing factor. "What I will say is that I would've done the same for any of you if you were in Yori's position, and I wasn't trying to reject you by accepting her…"

Silence… None of the girls said a word.

A small light growing in the corner of Ron's vision pulled his attention to the right, where the glowing outline of a door was growing into place, and a woman was stepping out.

Yori, apparently opening a portal from her own mindscape.

Stepping free from the door's threshold, Yori shivered, turned to Ron, turned towards the girls, and then shivered again. "So gigantic, so much power, so much information exchanged."

Ron merely nodded, as he was aware that his mindscape was unusual.

Moving in the girls' direction until she was just a few meters away, Yori abruptly stopped in place, slowly, elegantly dropped to her knees, and then assumed a full Dogeza position, complete with her forehead touching the ground, and her palms flat to the floor beside her head. "I am so, so very sorry for seducing and then becoming soul-mates with your man without your permission. I know I'm in the wrong, but after he offered to keep me, I became willing to sacrifice anything, including my morals to have my heart's desire. I love him, I love him so much, and I'll do everything in my power to be useful to this harem!"

"Uhhh, we don't use the H word," Bonnie pointed out, only to shrug when everyone stared in her direction. "What? We don't."

"I think I might act as the go between here, because I've also had my mind manipulated in the recent past, and it did Ron and I a lot of damage," Kim pointed out, while stepping in Yori's direction. "The girls and I… We do know you. We've watched through Ron's eyes. We've also viewed his memories. We've been impressed with you… but yeah… we're furious."

Yori merely nodded.

Ron very wisely allowed himself to fade into the background…

"There's a lot you can offer us, Yori, and… I'm aware of that… but there's something you need to keep in mind," Kim continued, her words carefully delivered. "I… we… we love Ron too. All of us, in one form or another. Loving Ron isn't a unique feeling in here, so it doesn't work as an excuse for bad behavior.."

Yori nodded her head again, and then looked down at her feet.

"Ron didn't say the words out loud, but it appears he believes taking you on was at least partially driven by his spirit calling out for yours, which is an element of his makeup that he's not too familiar with," Kim continued with a sigh. "Normally, I'd assume Ron was trying to justify his actions… but he admitted that he cares about you without a fuss, he doesn't lie to me… and doing so in here is completely impossible."

"Once again Yori nodded, as she could already feel the 'knowing' phenomena, and she saw it for what it was…

"I think, for now, you should head back to your mindscape, so that Tara, Monique, Bonnie, and I Kim pointed at each girl in turn," can express our anger at Ron in peace. You're not faultless in this, but you also didn't owe us any loyalty at the time… He, on the other hand… just fucked another woman - all - night - long…"

At first, Ron thought Yori might defend his actions because she loved him and considered him her Master. Then he saw the understanding expression upon her face, he remembered that she (usually) lived by a strict code of conduct involving punishingly high standards for both morals and personal ethics… and then he saw her walk back through the portal without another word.

As it turns out, Kim Possible knew exactly how to speak Yori's language, the two girls were likely going to get along really well… and Ron was going to have a really tough time as a result.

Well… fine then. Ron knew, in his heart of hearts, that he did the right thing. He also knew that he hurt his women in the process... and that wasn't acceptable. Not for any reason.

Dropping to his knees, Ron pressed his forehead and hands into the ground Dogeza, and then he drew in a deep breath. "I'm sorry for taking on a new soulmate, especially without asking for permission. I know I can't expect loyalty from you all when I don't provide it in return, so I'll understand if you want to merely use my mindscape for the health and scholastic benefits that it provides. I did not want to hurt any of you tonight, but I did know that my actions would, so I have no say in the matter either way…"

…

…..

"I'm not angry," Bonnie suddenly announced.

Everyone looked in Bonnie's direction.

Bonnie shrugged. "I call Ron 'Master' whenever we fuck, partly because I'm a masochistic slut, and partly because Yori and I are the same. Ron broke us free and then picked up the pieces when we fell apart. He's important in a way that I can't describe… and I don't think he's ever going to stop being that person."

"We need to keep Ron from saving damsels in the future," Monique summarized, a look of long suffering on her face.

"We need to get Ronnie back to America, where I can keep an eye on his dick," Tara added, her face deadly serious.

"We need to set better boundaries," Kim concluded, before turning towards Ron again and crossing her arms.

As one, Monique, Tara and Bonnie joined Kim, standing in a line… and then they faded from existence, as their morning alarms went off, and Ron's HUD messenger started receiving texts from all of the girls.

This wasn't over… was the theme of the messages.

In the wake of everyone's awakening and the silence that followed, Ron walked across the burnt and crispy landscape of his mindscape towards his couch set-up, where he found a slice of leather that wasn't covered in debris, and then he watched Rufus and Clare toil at his scorch-marked Avatar in the distance.

"Long day," he said to himself… "Very, very long day…"

Several hours earlier, when Sato first followed Stoppable and Yori san out of the Mess Hall, and then stalked them through the halls to an obscure and fortified room, he merely wanted a chance to assassinate the impertinent boy in some out of the way location…

And now, killing Stoppable was no longer a concern.

Sato just listened with his ear to the fortified door, as Yamanouchi's Hime, Yori san, screamed her way through orgasm after orgasm and begged Stoppable san to impregnate her every single time… During which time, he felt a sick and twisted smile grow clear across his face.

By the end of the following morning, they would know.

All of them would know.

Everyone.

To Be Continued

Author's Note 1:

I've never been able to confirm or deny that the Buddhist quote "Save a life and you are responsible for it." is real or not, so for all I know, it was first introduced in some campy eighties martial arts film.

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