NOCE

by Little Merger

Noce

10. c 2 17

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My father was looking right at the closet now. Why did he have to be so paranoid! No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have dirt scribed him while I was in the middle of surveillance. I made a noise, and he was just being diligent by checking. Before he could take a step, there was a light knock on the door. He paused and then turned directions, throwing a robe on and opening the sliding door and peering out. Mrs. Fukumi squeaked, grabbing a robe too and hastily putting it on herself to cover her naked body. I couldn't see who was at the door, but the voice was familiar if a bit different.

"Hi, I'm a guest here, did you know that your key was left at the front?" Kira asked although she was trying to change her voice so it sounded a little different.

Father's voice followed. "Oh? Are you the one who turned it in? Thanks for checking. As soon as I noticed it missing, I went straight there. Thanks, misses."

Damn it, why did dad have to be so on the ball? He was so hot and heavy with Miss Fukumi, when did he have time to run to the front to grab his key? Was he feeling Miss Fukumi up all the way through a side trip! Does he have no decency? Actually, recalling the faces of the old people who ran this place, and the nature of this facility, they were probably very full of free love. It was no wonder they were willing to buy our fornications so easily, considering their own indecent acts. They were probably more scared of a news reporter finding out they hold sex parties and getting their whole place stigmatized.

"Oh… that's good…" She said, her voice silent for a bit.

I could tell she was trying to think up something else. She had knocked on the door intending to use the key as her way to distract him. Well, that's not actually what I meant when I handed her the key. Rather, I was thinking she'd come up with something like a carbon monoxide leak or some other lie.

"Is there anything else you need?" He asked.

"A-a-actually…" She said slowly and deliberately. "Um… rather… my husband and I… we're… um… new, and we just got here last night."

"Is that so? Well, little lady, congratulations."

I recognized the tone of voice my dad was using. It was the same tone he used when he was flirting with women. He had kind of a condescending tone that I imagined would put women off more than not, yet they always seemed to blush when dad spoke that way. Mrs. Fukumi was watching this all with a frown, clearly wanting to continue to have Dad's attention, but not willing to interrupt and risk angering him.

"Yes… um… so, we were just celebrating tonight… and… I noticed you were a couple not too much older than us. We thought it'd be good to learn from a more experienced couple. Perhaps, you like to join us for sake at the bar?"

"Sake? Huh?" Dad sounded thoughtful. "Actually, my woman here bought me a really nice bottle of sake yesterday. Let's all open it and drink to your celebration. Who needs bars when we can have the comfort of a room?"

I felt the implication of those words. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to Dirt Scribe him, but my daily limit was already used. This is why I often put off using it. Every time it seemed like a good time, another time would come up where I felt like it was even more important. Right now, I was certain dad had some nefarious plan, but my skill was used and I had nothing to guide me.

"Aah… here?" Kira sounded nervous, she had to be picking up on his predatory vibes too. "It's just… my husband…"

"Your room it is then? We can wait for your husband there. Right, dear? Let's go out and enjoy this evening."

Mrs. Fukumi jumped when he turned to her for support and then smiled at just being acknowledged. "Y-yes… That is why we came, to have fun."

"Oh, wait… but he's… the bar…"

Dad re-entered the room, heading straight for the closet. I immediately scooted back as all three of them came into view. He didn't even look as he reached his hand in and grabbed a bottle which was sitting in a bag. He immediately yanked it out. Kira, still wearing her mask with her hair up in a bun, shot the closet door a meaningful look before Father put his hand on her shoulder and guided her out into the hallway.

"Nonsense!" Dad laughed, "Your husband will be sure to check in on you when you don't come back. Don't worry, Sasori and I will take good care of you until he returns."

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Sasori followed docilely and nodded. "Don't worry. I'm a teacher and he's a businessman. We're honest people."

I could only grind my teeth in disgust as the door finally closed, leaving me alone in their room. I didn't really know what to think. Dad was truly an expert at NTR! I didn't need dirt scribe to realize what was on his brain. In his mind, Kira came to his room alone because deep down, she wanted him without me. Perhaps he assumed we had a fight. Even if not, what woman abandoned her husband on a honeymoon? He reckoned Kira's husband was in a bar getting drunk, and would either sleep with some other woman in this swinging hotel or return so late that the deed would be done by the time he showed up.

He planned to take Kira back to her room and seduce her. He chose her room because it would disarm her and make her more comfortable. Sasori, the trustworthy teacher, would soothe her worries, and further, allow her to trust this innocent couple she went to. Then, sake would pull off the edge, and Dad would enjoy a mother-daughter threesome. At least, based on what I saw, that's where I would have taken things. Unless I returned early, Kira would be under dad within the next hour.

Kira was only a friend, not a lover. This wasn't something that hurt me. In fact, I thought it was a bit funny. If I let things keep going, how far would Kira go? A dark part of me started to whisper in my ear. If dad succeeded and she got drunk and had a threesome, then I could take pictures of all three of them. I could blackmail Kira and her mother. Did I have it in me to go all the way? Could I really throw my friend under the bus? Admittedly, she'd been the one who caused her own downfall. She knocked on the door and gave that particular excuse. I wasn't exactly wronging her. I was just failing to act.

I waited long enough for the group to have left the hallway, and then I pushed my way out of their room. I only had a few pictures. Although they proved the affair, when it came to blackmail, I wanted more. The images needed to be shocking. They needed to cause Miss. Fukumi to panic. They needed to be so risqué, that it wasn't just the fact that she was cheating, but that fact that those images would ruin her image forever. If that was the case, Perhaps I needed to take things that extra step.

I returned to our room and then listened at the door. With the paper-walls, it wasn't difficult to hear the conversation in there.

"Here, here, drink." Dad was saying.

"I'm… not really into drinking." Kira's voice sounded really tight and stressed, her plan having backfired completely.

"Don't worry about it, here, Sasori will take a drink first, then you. How about that? You really need to loosen up, right Sasori?"

"Y-yes…" Mrs. Fukumi aided her man. "I'll drink first. You won't let a girl drink alone, will you?"

"How about you help your little sister here get a bit more comfortable."

"Y-yes… Elzo…"

"Wh-what are you doing?" Kira's voice came out shrilly.

"Don't worry, we're both women. You don't need to worry. If your breasts don't breath, they won't become big like mine."

"Th-that's impossible." Kira's voice was weak.

She was doing horribly. I was once again floored at how aggressive they were being and how in sync the couple worked. I had always heard stories about a woman married to a serial killer and aiding him in all of his evil. I had never understood how that kind of stuff happened. Now, I was seeing it first hand. Mrs. Fukumi had gone all in. My father had her wrapped around his finger. At this point, she was molesting her own daughter to prep her so my dad could fuck her. She would say or do anything to help father reach his goal. Any guilt I felt for sending her to this spa was gone. Her devotion was at a frightening level.

What if she found out this really was her daughter? Would he still convince her to go through with it? Was even that not a limit? I didn't think it was anymore. She probably would cover up a murder for dad. Fortunately, he was just a drunk, horny bastard, not a psychopath. However, I could stand by and let them continue to work my poor childhood friend alone.

Straightening my mask, I sighed and then slid open the door and stepped in. "What's going on?"

I tried to make my voice rough sounding so that no one would recognize me. My father was selfish and barely paid attention to me, so I wasn't lying when I said it was unlikely he would notice. Now, I knew I was just one of potentially dozens of kids he had, so it was no wonder he didn't think much of us. However, I was a bit surprised Mrs. Fukumi didn't suspect anything. Then again, she was completely focused on my dad's wants. Even while her hand was on Kira's leg and she was kissing Kira's neck, she was looking at my father for approval like a loyal dog.

"Hey, brother. We were waiting for you!" Other than a swift second of frustration when I walked in, dad had already switched gears and welcomed me with a smile.

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Dad's ability to manipulate people and steal women was at a completely different level than my own. I couldn't help but shake the feeling that I was just a low-level mob facing the big ending boss. He was so bold that he could even be caught trying to molest a man's wife and make the guy feel doubtful about what he saw. Kira's robe was askew, showing additional cleavage, her robe was pushed up to the point where she was about to show dad everything. Her neck was red and wet. This was all done by Sasori, her own mother, but the effect was still the same.

"I thought we were meeting in the bar, honey?" I collaborated her lie.

She looked up at me helplessly, with just a tinge of thankfulness in her eyes. "Sorry…"

Dad was staring at us, his mood immediately diminished. After all, he came exceptionally close to having a threesome and enjoying a young girl. Now, he was completely on his own. In a few moments, he'd probably try to duck out and just enjoy Mrs. Fukumi tonight. But, I still needed better images.

"So… I heard sake…" I said while thinking quickly, grabbing the bottle and picking it up. "How about a few drinks?"

I knew my father a bit too well. He never ducked out on a drink, especially if it came from a nice bottle. The one Mrs. Fukumi got was particularly nice. I didn't know if she spent a ton and got expensive booze, or if she took my advice and just put cheap stuff in a nice bottle. Knowing Miss Fukumi's obsession with dad, I suspected it was the former. She would gladly do anything for my father. Good… once I made it clear that she could lose dad forever, hopefully, that meant she'd do anything for me as well.

I poured the drinks and we all drank. Of course, I fake drunk, and when no one was looking, sent my drink flying. I suspected that Kira was doing the same, but she seemed to still be getting a bit of alcohol. Her cheeks grew rosier as the night went on, and her face got a bit slack. By the time the four of us polished off half the bottle, dad had his arm around me and was singing. It reminded me of a trip when we went camping one year. Except, it was mom and Maria with us then, and our family still felt like it had a chance. Mrs. Fukumi was on the bed, hiccuping and occasionally making a grab for her daughter, groping her until Kira pushe her hands away. Perhaps Mrs. Fukumi was a bit of a lesbian?

"Hey… you're alright man…"Dad said, pulling out a key and handing it to me."

"What's this?" I asked, not even bothering to pretend to be drunk at this point.

"It's the key to my room," Dad explained. "I'm gonna just be honest here. My woman here… she's actually some other guy's woman. I just fuck her. I want you to fuck her too."

"S-seriously?" I was stunned he said it so blatantly.

That was alcohol for you.

"Yeah… Hey, Sasori, this guy is going to take you back to the room. Show him a good time, okay?" Dad ordered.

Sasori smiled drunkenly, looking at father with reverence. "Yes… I'd love to. You can do anything to me… even stick it in my ass if you want."

Kira, not nearly as drunk at the pair, let out a noise, choking before turning away, her face red.

"Eh? See? She's really good too. Tight pussy. Big Ass and nice titties. Just don't cum in her, alright?" He said, chuckling and even winking, suggesting he didn't care if I used her as a cum dumpster.

"And… what will you be doing while I have your wife." I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course, I'll be fucking your wife!" He pointed right at Kira, who straightened as she became the center of the talk.

I sighed, shaking my head. Maybe, with a bit more alcohol, they'd pass out and I could pose them or something. I had hoped with them drunk, they'd started fondling each other again as they did in the pool. Then it'd just be a matter of encouraging them to fuck and filming the outcome. However, Dad was just too caught up on Kira. This was a bust. At least, I had a few images. I'd have to make due with those.

"Okay…" Kira suddenly spoke up, causing my polite refusal to be lost before it left my tongue.

"Okay?" I ask, seriously struggling to understand her words.

"Take… Mrs. Fukumi… back to her room. I'll handle him!" Kira declared, her eyes fiercely determined.

"Seriously?"

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Kira's words certainly caught me off guard. I really didn't think that she'd be willing to go so far. I had considered the idea of tricking her into father's bed, but this was something she was doing of her own volition. It wasn't entirely one-sided either. Not only would Kira be with my father, but she also indirectly gave me permission to take her mother. She had to know that I'd at least be touching her and seeing her naked body.

I pulled Kira aside to whisper. Dad didn't seem to mind. We were supposedly a couple, after all, so this was a decision that needed to be discussed between the both of us. He did have a smug expression on his face though. It was clear he thought he was trading up, and was getting the better end of the deal. The fact that my supposed wife had been the one to voice acceptance to the deal also suggested she was eager to be with him, making Father act even cockier.

"Are you sure about this?" I whispered to her.

"I've been taking sips of the sake the last hour just trying to build up the courage to do this," Kira whispered back. "I don't plan to sleep with him, but this is the best way to get images and get revenge, right?"

"What about your boyfriend?" I asked, feeling a bit awkward.

"He'll never find out about this." She shot me a look as if to add a bit of a threat that I also should never say anything.

I raised my hands defensively. "Of course, of course…"

"Hey, we gonna do this?' Dad demanded in a slurred speech.

The pair of us looked at each other and then nodded. I walked over to Mrs. Fukumi and helped her up. Meanwhile, as soon as Kira came within Father's reach, he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. One hand immediately cupped her breast, and the other kissed her neck. Kira's lips were tight, wearing a fake smile that dad was too drunk to notice while he pawed at her. I gave her one last look, but she motioned a nod with her head that I should move on. We'd come this far, right?

My teacher ended up clinging to me as we walked to the door, stumbling as I had to half-drag her out of the room. How would Mrs. Fukumi's attitude change if she knew that her beloved man was now feeling up her daughter? How much shock would she be in knowing she was going to bang his son. She even offered a student in her class a chance to stick it in her ass! Alcohol was a pretty scary thing. I was glad I was the sober one in the group.

"You're a bit cute." She spoke up with her arm wrapped around me while we heading down the hallway. "I saw… it earlier, is it as big as it looks?"

"Hah…" I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from my crotch. "That's great. I'll show you in your room."

"I'm… sorry…" Suddenly, she burst into tears, pushing her head on my shoulder as she cried. "I'm just doing this for him. I don't want him to leave me. I saw how he looks at that little bitch… just because she's younger and her tits are still perky…"

"Uhh… right…" I could only shake my head as she ranted drunkenly about the horribleness of the woman that was her daughter and rival.

"Th-that's right… she's your wife… well, in that case… I'll show you how much better an older woman can be. Okay?" her mood seemed to switch again as she pushed her cleavage together and winked at me.

We finally made it to her room and stumbled in. She nearly fell down onto the futon, grabbing me and pulling me with her. I ended up on top of Mrs. Fukumi. Her mask was gone, and she was looking up at me with watery eyes and pink cheeks. Her eroticism was through the roof, and I couldn't believe how easy it was to end up in this situation with my teacher. Well, maybe it wasn't that easy. However, ,all the guys in class had fantasized about having her, and I was in a situation where I could actually do it.

Reaching out, I pulled open her robes and exposed her breasts. They were larger than her daughters, large things with big, light nipples. Her skin was fair, but she also had the signs of an older woman. There were stretch marks on her stomach from where she had two children. Her breasts flopped down, begging for me to lift them up, one in each hand. She made a cute noise as her body was exposed to me. Looking down, I saw her dark fur patch. She had shaved to create a perfect landing strip for her clit, which was slightly engorged and clearly aroused.

"Wh-what do you think?" She asked, blushing shyly.

"H-how many men have you been with since you married your husband?" I suddenly found myself asking.

"Other than Elzo?" She blushed. "No… actually, you're the third man I've ever been with."

"Ever?" That would mean her husband was her first!

"Hah… this weekend was my chance to keep things going with him, but it turned out this way after all. D-don't worry. I still have lots of experience!" She seemed to be breaking between wanting to cry and wanting me to continue.

That was apparently the kind of drunk she was. Although she said she was experienced, I actually had more sexual experience than she had. Maria, Akiko, Netori and Netorare, even if you didn't count Gina she would be my fifth while I was her third. How could such a pure housewife and teacher go down such a bad direction.

"Do you really want to be involved in that sex party tomorrow?" I asked, starting to feel bad for my teacher once again.

True, she was devoted to my father to a scary degree. She was willing to do anything, even seduce another couple, to continue to feel loved by my Father. However, a lot of that seemed to stem from her own naivety. Of all the women I met, Mrs. Fukumi, an older woman, was the most innocent! Maria was into sex and status and had slept with many guys. Akiko was a manipulator and a liar. Gina was a punk with daddy issues. Mrs. Fukumi's only problem seemed to be that she encountered my father.

"D-do you have a condom?" She suddenly asked.

"Eh?" I stopped as her words caught up with me.

"I…um… didn't take the pill this last week and I'm not safe." She blushed.

My eyes widened as the girl looked away futility. "Seriously? You went to a sex orgy weekend like this?"

"I thought it was… n-nevermind." She blushed, "Just be careful and pull out."

Now that Mrs. Fukumi, no, I should call her by her first name, Sasori, Sasori was acting more hesitant now that she didn't have her boyfriend to impress. It was clear that she was starting to have second thoughts, and while she was drunk, she had enough of her mind to reason out the consequences of her actions. The longer I waited, the more doubtful she'd become until perhaps she'd talk herself out of this.

Of course, I didn't miss the implications of her words. She had come on this weekend hoping my dad would knock her up. With his baby in her belly, she probably figured that he could never abandon their relationship. Of course, she didn't know how little he cared about his kids. He had apparently left many children behind. Why had my mom even caught his interest in the first place? Why were we the kids that got his money and support?

"I'm going in." I declared, deciding to push forward with her.

Sasori gasped as my dick slid inside her. She wasn't as tight as my sister or Gina. Rather, she felt more soft than tight. The feeling was like sticking my dick into a warm honey pot. My lips found hers, and I started kissing her. This was my teacher, and now I was fucking her. She spread her legs open for me, offering no resistance. However, her kiss was weak, and she closed her eyes and just sort of let me go. It was exactly the picture of a woman willing to only go as far as she had to.

However, I knew I wasn't here to enjoy myself either. I repositioned myself so I was on my knees. My hands grabbed her breasts and I squeezed them a bit. She was moaning sexily, but she kept her eyes closed as if she could pretend it was with my father. Reaching over carefully, I grabbed the camera and took a few pictures. I kept my hips moving, and with her eyes closed, and her breath coming out in moans, she didn't realize anything. I made sure I got some pictures of her head and tits, of my dick in her vagina, and it took a bit, but I got a picture that made sure to include her face in said penetration picture.

I hastily stashed the camera under the sheet just as Sasori's eyes opened. She looked up at me, her expression a bit calm, yet encouraging. Perhaps she was too drunk to lose her head.

"Your dick is really big. I'm going to cum soon." She said lightly, more mater of fact than sensual or erotic.

"Turn around. I'd like to do you from behind as you cum."

Sasori nodded and then rolled over. Her knees climbed up and her butt rose. Soon, I was behind my teacher who was in doggie position, her butt up in the air and her pussy and ass exposed for me. I put my dick back inside her. I was really able to get deep, and it felt amazing. Her pussy didn't suck me in like Maria or Akiko, but it felt so soft and welcoming, that I pushed my dick down to the root wishing I could get even deeper inside her. I'd need to order a longer dick when this was done. As it was, my dick was a bit big for Maria, and the last inch or two wouldn't fit, but this girl took it all gracefully into her womb.

"Ahh… I'm almost there…" She moaned, her finger moving up between her legs and fingering herself as I rode her from behind.

I carefully pulled my camera back out and snapped a few more images. Well, her face wasn't in any of these, so perhaps they would just end up in my own private collection.

"C-cumming!" She cried out.

Her body contracted and her back arched, but I kept on moving my hips anyway, determined to give her a good ride. She cried and moaned as I fucked her from behind nosily, my cock slapping inside of her with each thrust. I finally pulled out and gave her rump a slap.

"Come on… suck my cock." I said, standing up.

She didn't hesitate to roll over and take my cock into her mouth. She looked up at me with dewy eyes as I filled her mouth full. She could taste her own lust on my dick, but that didn't cause her to hesitate for more than a moment. Her mouth moved up and down, making lewd noises as she tasted my cock willingly.

Feeling bold, I took out the camera from behind me and then snapped a picture. Her eyes widened, but with my cock in her mouth, she couldn't say anything. As the moment of shock passed and she continued to suck my cock, I snapped more and more pictures. To my surprise, Sasori really liked the camera. In her drunken state, she didn't hesitate to pose for the camera. I took her from position to position. Some made her shy, but she always posed just how I wanted. Finally, my cock erupted while she was sucking on it. Most of the seed ended up on her face, which I pictured perfectly.

I had wanted to creampie her, but she looked so cute with her tongue sticking out that I couldn't help myself. Plus… I needed more face pictures than crotch pictures. She licked up the mess before exhaustion started to overtake her. With the alcohol plus the extremely late night, as soon as I finished, her body started to shut down like a switch had been flipped.

She collapsed back down on the futon, her eyes closing without a care that she was in a room with a stranger she just fucked. I laid down next to her, grabbed her and pulled her into my embrace.

"You're going to become mine," I whispered.

"Mm…" She responded, not really hearing me as she closed her eyes and started to sleep.

After a few more minutes, I checked on the pictures and nodded in satisfaction. These would be more than enough to blackmail her into anything. Just to finish things off, I removed my mask and took the most alarming pictures yet. These were pictures with me and my teacher. She didn't wake up as I posed her with my cock in her mouth or her pussy in mine. She only murmured a bit and then fell back to sleep.

When I finished getting every picture I felt I would want, I left the room and closed the door. I considered if I should head back to the room I had with Kira. I really didn't want to encounter my dad in the middle of… well… whatever happened. However, I felt I should at least stop by. I headed to the room and as I turned the corner I saw Kira sitting in the hallway with her mask in her hands in her street clothing. She had a tired, complicated expression on her face, and all of her drunkenness seemed to have been scoured away.

"Did you do what you needed to do?" Kira asked.

Her voice was stiff, and she didn't look at me as she asked this question. She unconsciously played with the mask in her hands, sometimes looking like she wanted to break it in half.

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm done."

She reached behind her and dropped a bag at my feet, and I realized it had my clothing in it. She stood up, and then I noticed that there was a white glob on her pants.

"You missed some…" I said carefully, pointing.

She looked down, tsk'd with annoyance, and then used a napkin to clean the stain off.

"Between you and my father… did you?" I asked cautiously as I threw my clothing back on.

"I did what I had to do." She responded stiffly and then shot me a look. "You and my mother?"

I bit my lip. "What I had to do…"

I supposed, after sharing almost everything together this weekend, we ended it by agreeing to never tell each other what happened in those rooms. Except, I planned to use what I got to continue to bang her mother, whereas Kira would just return home and try to forget this weekend ever happened. I felt for a small bit that we were growing close again after years apart, but at this moment, the distance felt farther than ever before.

We checked out early, leaving a maid to kick dad out of our room. The old couple looked disappointed that we wouldn't stay for the next nights festivities, but the pair of us already had enough of this lifestyle and just wanted to go home. It may be NTR, but when it came to these couples, there was no emotion to it. I'd earn nothing if I banged women at that party.

We left just as the morning light was starting to crest the horizon. We parted silently without saying another word to each other. I headed to the train station, where she got a ride she had prepared.

I had completed my mission, but I didn't feel like celebrating. This was just step one. Come Monday, that was when the real test began.

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"Hakaru?" her voice came over the telephone with a curious tone.

It was Sunday, one day left before I went to school and started my plan to earn the credit I needed to save my sister. However, I was antsy and thus decided to try to settle a few other issues and get my cards in order. First off was Akiko, who I had never ended things with completely. I didn't know if I could deactivate my locked promise over the phone, but I should have been able to. Either way, I didn't want to see her in person anymore, and talking over the phone seemed the best way to resolve the issue.

"Yeah, it's me." I responded, "I heard that you dumped Derek."

There was silence on the phone for a moment. "I realized… that he wasn't the one for me."

"Yeah… I know. You couldn't wait to suck Jack's dick, right?"

"It isn't like that!" Akiko's voice sounded angry. "What Jack and I have is…"

"He's manipulating you, you know?" I snorted, not really able to keep the anger from my voice and not caring how she took it. "He has an ability. Sort of like my promise, but different. He's just with you to make me angry."

"I… know…"

"What? You know?" I couldn't believe the filth that came from Akiko's lips.

"He's not manipulating me," Akiko said. "I'm with him because that was the choice I made. Do you understand?"

"Yeah… I understand." I responded bitterly. "You like assholes."

"Yeah… I do…" Akiko shot back. "You can't understand. Why are you calling anyway? Aren't you busy making other women leave their boyfriends and ruin their lives?"

"I came to tell you it's off."

"It's off?"

"The promise. I wasn't clear before. I am now. You owe me nothing. I owe you nothing. Your promise has been lifted. Okay?"

There was another pause. "Is that all you wanted?"

"Yes."

"Then… thank you." Her voice sounded strangely genuine.

"What?"

"I feel… more… confident for some reason, now that you said that. I no longer doubt…"

This girl was really aggravating to talk to. At first, I thought she was just being mindfucked by Jack just like my sister Maria. However, now that I talked to her, she felt more lucid. That meant that she was with Jack on her own volition. At least, that's what she claimed. Was Jack just feeding her lines so that he could screw with me even more? Or, was Akiko an even bigger whore than I could ever imagine.

"Goodbye." I ended the conversation quickly with a click.

I leaned back and gave a sigh afterwords. With that, my relationship with Akiko was completely over. Even if I did gain a certain skill and use it on her, it would be absolutely useless. She had her own interests, and I had no desire to chase her anymore. I had my fun, and now we were done. Maria was a different story though. She was my sister, and I loved her. I wouldn't allow her to be manipulated by that bastard.

I walked over to her room and knocked on her door lightly. The door cracked open a moment later, and Maria popped her head out. She was always introverted, but since whatever Jack had done to her, she had rarely left her room. Thankfully, he hadn't been back since that last embarrassing time, but that had more to do with Mother always being home than anything. Jack was half-American and was definitely someone she wouldn't approve of. She would kick him out on his ass, and even manipulation wouldn't be enough to stop her. That was the level of her dislike of white men.

"Hakaru… what is it?"

"Maria." The second I saw her, my heart throbbed just a bit. "The thing about next week…"

"I don't want to get into it with you," Maria blushed and looked away. "What you did last week was wrong…"

"Maria, the Halloween party…" I tried to redirect her conversation, but I had a feeling she was not hearing me at all.

"Just be lucky that I won't tell anybody about what happened." Maria's voice sounded forced and bitter, "If dad or mom knew about what you did, they would definitely be angry. This is my last warning…"

"You don't want to do this…"

"Jack is my boyfriend now. I'm only with Jack. Next week, I'll be the most popular girl in school. Jack will make me popular. He said it."

"Can you just promise me something? Can you promise me that whatever you do, it will be what you really want to do?" I asked.

Maria froze for a second but then sighed. "Jack said you would try to make me promise things, and that I shouldn't go along with it. Jack is looking out for me."

"He's going to ruin you!" My voice rose just a bit. "He's going to embarrass you in front of everyone! He doesn't care about you at all."

"It's enough… Hakaru." Maria bit her lip. "Please leave me alone from now on."

Maria closed the door right on my face. I wanted to start knocking again, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I knew her answers would be the same. She'd deflect and ignore me. Getting her to accept a promise, any promise, was completely impossible. My fists clenched to the point I thought they'd bleed, but I finally let go. None of this was new information. What Netori had told me I needed to do was no different than before. Tomorrow would be the day I'd confront my teacher and finally earned the points I'd need.

"Hakaru?" A voice came from the living room.

It was Mother, who was currently on the television watching something. I walked out and let out a noise, turning away.

"Mother… shouldn't you wear something a bit more decent in public?"

"Eh?" Mother was on the couch, wearing nothing but a robe. "We're in private though?"

It looked like she had just taken a bath and come out. She was now drinking sake. Her face was flushed and her hair was wet and matted to her face. However, the robe she wore wasn't done up at all, and the result was that it was wide open. I got an eye of a black patch of fur and a boob before I managed to turn away a tad too late

"This is the family room. We all live here?" I tried to explain helplessly while avoiding seeing her private parts.

"Oh, hoh, is my little Hakaru uncomfortable?" her voice turned playful, and her eyes lowered like a predator. "Aren't we all just family? You know, it wasn't so long ago you used to suck these nipples for food. And you actually came out of this vagina too. You didn't find it too uncomfortable when you were being born!"

"I feel like those are two completely different things!" I murmured, "Besides, dad wouldn't be…"

"Dad!" I winced as she snapped the word like a curse word, "Your father is too busy banging other women to give a damn about me!"

"Mother, that's…" I wanted to say it wasn't true, but after this weekend, I had first-hand knowledge of dad's actions.

I had seen him flat out with another woman, Mrs. Fukumi, and had also seen him openly pursuing other women to boot. Last night, he was probably engaging in a couple swap or an orgy with a bunch of other women. He only would have finished up this morning and was likely sleeping off the afternoon before moseying on home. Mother didn't know the specifics, and I had no desire to describe them to her, but I also couldn't bring myself to lie to her.

"Hakaru… how would you feel, if I started seeing another man?" Mother asked out of the blue.

My eyes immediately turned back to her. Mother had already closed her robe, but she wore a serious expression on her face.

"Who? Why?" I demanded, not able to help a flicker of anger on my face.

Dad was a deadbeat. He had sex with many women and likely had many children. I couldn't begin to guess why he married my mother. Perhaps she was the first and it was originally him trying to take responsibility. I wanted to ask, but I felt like this was the wrong time to bring up those kinds of questions. However, that didn't mean that I was okay with Mom openly cheating too. In some ways, I just felt like she was better than that. It made me sad to think of my mom going out and being with other men. Sad… and a little bit angry as well.

Mother suddenly started chuckling. "Mm? Is my son suddenly jealous?"

"Yes!" I said, half trying to play it as a joke. "I'm your son. If Father dies, isn't my responsibility to be the man of the house? If that's the case, and dad isn't a good enough man, then I'll still be your man!"

Mother gave a surprised look, her eyes widening, but then a moment later she broke into laughter. "Is that so? I'm Hakaru's woman?"

I blushed while Mother laughed hard enough that tears started coming out of her eyes.

"Mother… if you ever choose to leave dad… I'll make sure to take care of you." I spoke carefully with a solid expression."

Mother's laughter died down and she gave me a serious expression. "If that's how you feel. Then, perhaps, one day, I'll make you take responsibility for your words."

"Hmm?" I turned back to her, but her expression was completely unreadable.

"The reason I called you is because of Mrs. Fukumi, your teacher." She skillfully changed the subject.

"Mrs. Fukumi!" I let out a cry of surprise as I backed up a bit. "What about her?"

That was the last name I expected to hear from my mother. Mrs. Fukumi was supposed to be finishing up her trip with my father. Just two days ago, I had sex with her. There was no way she could have recognized me, was there? My mind was moving a mile a minute as I tried to reason what had gone wrong. Would Kira have confronted her mom? Did she realize who I was when she woke up?

Mother shot me a suspicious look but shrugged casually. "She has asked you to come over to her home tonight. She said it wasn't work related."

"I-is that so?" I said, my voice breaking for a bit.

"It is strange that she contacted you to come over to her house on a Sunday, but weren't you close friends with her daughter? I think she wishes to talk to you about her." Mother offered.

I asked Mother a few more questions, but she didn't have any more information than that, which left me a bit flustered. If this had to do with Kira, then I needed to find out. I grabbed the cell phone and looked for Kira's number which I had only gotten recently that weekend. Mother was watching me with a frown on her face.

"So, you're still close to that girl?" She asked, and then murmured some words I could barely hear. "I suppose I can allow him to have a little bit more practice."

"Huh?" I shot mom a look, but she already downed her glass of sake and had rolled up on the couch, turning her television up to full volume.

That was always Mom's way of letting me know that the conversation was over. Not really understanding what she was on about, I turned and went to my room to make the call. The phone started ringing.

"Hakaru?" Kira answered after a few rings, somewhat out of breath.

"Your mother asked me to come over. Any idea what this is about?"

"…" Kira didn't say anything for a moment, "Hakaru-kun… I'm sorry, but I'm going to need to ask you for a favor."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"I need you to come over to the house and pretend to be my boyfriend." She said softly.

"Your boyfriend?" I responded in disbelief. "Why, what about your real boyfriend?"

"Mother… she can't know about him. My only choice is to bring a decoy."

"Is that so…" I didn't feel thrilled about the idea.

I could already reason what happened. Kira's mom came home and perhaps found a used condom or something, and then started pushing Kira about it to hide her guilt about her on infidelity. Kira finally claimed she had a boyfriend, but not wanting him to see her mom, she thought of a childhood friend who was already at a point where he could keep a secret. Now, Mrs. Fukumi called me to invite me over to chat. It was possible she wanted to give us the talk, or something like that.

"Kira… about that…"

"My father is gone tonight…" Kira said suddenly.

"Really?" I asked, mostly confused at why she suddenly brought that up. "What's that got to do…"

"If you want to blackmail my mother and rape her, tonight is your best chance."

I let out a noise of surprise but then sighed after thinking about it for a few moments. Kira was the student council president. She was a brilliant girl, not a dunce. She must have figured at least some of my goals out. She figured out I was aiming for her mother the entire time. I had no clue how to respond. I was caught red-handed. At this point, there was only one way I could respond.

"I'll be there."

"Be careful…" A voice drifted into my ear as I walked down the street.

I didn't take my bike. Kira only lived a few blocks away, and I wasn't exactly in a rush to head into her home. That was when Netori decided to appear next to me.

"Be careful about what?" I asked.

"Kira…" She responded. "I think she might be a player."

I stopped for a second, my eyes turning to the beautiful goddess floating alongside me. "NTR Crush? Are you sure? Can a girl even be a player?"

"Of course a girl can be a player!" Netori said with a pouting expression, "And no… if I was sure, the rules would prevent me from telling you."

"It didn't stop Netorare from telling Jack everything!" I shot back.

Netori winced. "You must play by the rules. You, especially."

"What, why is that?"

"Because if you don't, none of this will matter." Netori almost sounded like she was speaking to herself.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

"Ah! That… n-nothing!" Netori turned away, touching her smartphone while she avoided my eyes.

I sighed, recognizing there were some things the goddess just couldn't or wouldn't tell me. I decided to ignore it instead.

"How many points are left?" I asked. "I should have earned some this weekend, right?"

"Eight hundred," Netori said.

I winced. "So many?

"You're in a good position now." Netori shrugged. "You just need to score things with Mrs. Fukumi."

"Unless Kira is a player too… in which case, I might be falling right into her trap."

Netori frowned for a moment. "Or… you can spring a trap for her instead."

"What does that mean?" I turned to see that Netori had vanished.

She had grown more and more elusive lately. There was the time she had vanished for a week, and nowadays she gave off a kind of mysterious vibe like she always had something else on her mind. I wrote most of it off as goddesses were mysterious, but it still left me a bit uneasy. Why did she even start this game in the first place? It felt like it had far more purpose than me just becoming a popular guy who banged women. Furthermore, she had picked me for a reason. I couldn't forget that.

I reached Kira's house shortly, and earlier than I wanted to. I knocked on the door, and the person who answered was none other than Deacon. He didn't even live at home anymore, so seeing him here caught me off guard. By the surprised expression on his face, it seemed like Deacon similarly did not expect to see me.

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

"Ah… that, it's about your mo- ahem… I came to see Kira."

I was going to say I came to see his mother, but that would be really suspicious and open up a lot of questions. Fortunately, he didn't seem to notice the slip-up. If anything, he seemed to be in a great mood as he let me in and then sat on the couch. Kira's parents were both Japanese, but unlike my mother, they embraced westerner culture a lot. Things like house slippers weren't needed, and their atmosphere was a lot more casual.

"Ah… I knew you and my sister had a thing going on. So, she's finally bringing you home to meet the family?" He said as he cracked open a can of soda.

"Yeah… something like that." I didn't really know what else to say, as I am pretending to be her boyfriend upon her request and couldn't start denying things now.

"That's cool man…" He put on an awkward expression for a moment. "But do you mind simmering down on the sexting? I think mom is catching on to it, and I don't like glancing over my sister's shoulder and seeing pictures of your dick."

"Ah!" I blushed, even though this undoubtedly had nothing to do with me.

It seemed like Kira had an entire life I didn't know anything about. It could actually be a lot worse than that though. If she was a player, she could be stringing along dozens of guys. Wait… did she fuck my father for points? That was seriously a possibility now. Seeing her as a player, suddenly, a lot of her actions made sense, and that only caused me more worry.

"Well, whatever dude, I'm not some creep who gets jealous over who his sister bangs." Deacon let out a chuckle. "Rather, I'm way more interested in her classmates. Hehe… that file you let is amazing. I know I told you to look up some information, but I never expected you to be thorough. Although, a lot of the girls you gave me information on I couldn't find the videos for. Ah, well, it's still enough I can have a little fun."

"I'm sorry, my file?" I didn't understand what he was talking about.

"You know…" He leaned in closely, "The thing you left at the door. The names and identities of all of the girls at your high school who had visited our den of depravity. You even got stuff like who they were dating and what their interests were."

"O-of course…" I put on a fake smile.

Of recent, I had become better at lying and faking things. He had caught me off guard, but I didn't want to admit that I didn't do things. In truth, the last few weeks I hadn't really done much for the job. However, this list of his was very interesting to me.

"Speaking of which, I forgot to make a copy, can I see…"

"Haha… way ahead of you!" He laughed. "I've already scanned it all, here, I'll send you an email now."

He opened his phone and a moment later I felt my own in my pocket buzz. I thanked him in appreciation and then opened the mysterious document. It contained exactly what he had talked about. Each page contained a picture of a girl, followed by her name, class, age, year, likes, dislikes, sizes, and more. It was a treasure trove for any man, but for someone playing NTR Crush, it was practically a bible.

The list contained many faces, but only a few I recognized. It included girls in my school, but also girls from other schools too. I recognized a few girls who had come in and engaged in sex once or twice. In fact, many of these girls I recognized as women Jack had brought in. I began to have a sinking suspicion that this wasn't a list of random girls, but specifically, a list of girl's Jack had relations with.

Did Netori do this? Netorare had told Jack all of this information about me. It was considered completely cheating. Netori said she wouldn't engage in that kind of stuff. However, if she just happened to leave a file lying around and it happened to come around and end up in my hand, how could anyone know? I felt a bit of warmth in my heart. She was still looking out for me after all this time.

Maria showed up on the list, and so did a girl I recognized from last week. Then, a certain name popped up, and when I looked at her information, I couldn't help but gasp.

"Gina?"

"Ah?" Deacon looked up. "That's right… that girl. I saw your video. You didn't even go all the way. Was it because she told you who she was? Well, whatever, just be thankful I deleted that thing. I bet you had no clue when you were sticking it in her that she was the sister of a Yakuza boss."

"The… the Yakuza aren't as strong since the American's cracked down on them…" I responded nervously.

How could I not know this important detail? She had seemed like a completely random girl, but in the end, she had a boyfriend. Was he Yakuza too? I had a feeling he was! The guy gave off a bit of a severe attitude Jack seemed to know the guy and he had some gang connections himself. The Yakuza controlled the underworld. Any high school gang would at least have some ties to them.

"Yeah, whatever man…" Deacon shrugged. "I just wouldn't take my chances sticking my dick in crazy. Eh… no worry, I won't tell sis."

"Won't tell me what?" A voice suddenly came from the stairway as Kira walked down the stairway.

"Ah! Kira!" Deacon let out a noise and stood up, nearly spilling his drink. "Is mom home?"

"She'll be home soon. You didn't come to beg for more money, did you?" Kira asked.

"What? Th-that…"

Kira turned to me. "You're a bit early. Let's go to my room."

Deacon grinned. "Ooo… Kira is so daring."

Kira blushed slightly but otherwise ignored her brother as I followed her back up the stairs. I had been in her bedroom, but that had been many years ago. Now, upon entering, I could see she opted for a cleaner and plainer room. Everything was tidy. The bed was made. The desk was organized. She used to have a thing for pink, but now the colors were fairly basic white and tan. It's exactly what I would have thought a student council president's room would look like.

She gestured for me to sit on her bed. I was feeling a little weird being there. The more I heard, the more I was aware that there was a bit of a wild side to Kira. I needed to figure out if she was playing the game, though. She went into her desk and pulled out a folder, handing it to me. I opened it up, and then immediately slammed it shut. The folder was full of obscene images.

"What is this?" I demanded.

"After we parted ways, I returned to the spring and snuck into their party…" Kira explained.

"Se-seriously? You were in a gangbang?"

She shook her head. "The event was catered. They were short someone, so I got them to let me in as a caterer. I wore a disguise so I wasn't recognized."

"So, you saw your mom and my dad some more…" I finally opened the folder, noticing this time that there were various images of my dad wearing his mask while in various positions with different women.

"Mother… she left that morning after getting into a fight with your dad. She didn't remember the previous night, but she didn't want to get involved in any more of that stuff. Your dad claimed he'd leave too, but then he stayed."

"So… this is just images of my dad then…" I realized, noticing a lack of her mom collaborating this evidence; her not remembering was why my points were low. "Why are you giving this to me?"

Kira sat down in her desk seat and shrugged. "If you show this to my mother, she'll become enraged by the betrayal. It'll make her more malleable to your desires."

"And why would you help me there? Are you a player?"

Kira shook her head. "I don't sleep around."

"No… I mean…" I stopped myself, not sure what I meant.

Even if I asked her if she played NTR Crush, she could lie. On the other hand, If I asked, she'd know I played without a doubt. So far, she hadn't mentioned points or anything like that. I was going purely off of Netori's guess at the moment.

"What?" Kira asked.

"What if… the woman I want to be with is you?" I came up with that question instead.

Kira didn't blush or grow flustered. In fact, her expression was strangely one of sadness and regret. Her mouth twisted and for a moment she looked hurt.

"I… it's too late to be with me. I'm already ruined. You'd be better off chasing after someone else."

I raised my eyebrows. "Someone else like your mother?"

"I've thought about it for some time," Kira responded. "My mother needs to be taught a lesson. Her actions have consequences."

"And I should deliver them?"

"As her student and the son of the man she loved, it would be the most devastating coming from you. Plus, you're a sexually active boy, and wouldn't reject the chance to be with a woman like her. I know you were already blackmailing my mother, so this is just an escalation. Finally, there is also Akiko."

"Akiko? What about her?" I asked, frowning.

"I have my sources," Kira said. "I know that she broke your heart… but I also heard you retaliated. I don't know how, but somehow, you punished your old girlfriend severely. You made her suffer."

"Ah… that…"

Kira stood up and suddenly bowed her head low. "Please… punish my mother. I-if you do… you can have me too!"

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"Kira!" Mrs. Fukumi let out a call before I had a chance to respond to Kira's strange offer.

I knew my mouth was caught open, and I was completely stunned. I was staring at Kira as she casually stood up and walked to the door.

"Yes, mother?" She called back after opening it.

"Your brother said you're up there with that boy. Both of you, come down here immediately!"

Her voice came out as somewhat displeased. Kira pushed the folder into my hands, straightened her clothing, turned around, and then left without another word. Was she really serious about this? Rather, did I have a reason to refuse? In a small way, I needed this, right? I had 800 points to go, and the first time was always the most profitable. Of course, I had been with Mrs. Fukumi once before, but it wasn't under these kinds of circumstances. She didn't even remember the night.

Well, having two women at once was always a fantasy, having them be related was a dream. I needed to earn the points as well. I couldn't back down now that I was at this state. I didn't feel any malice from Kira at all. Instead, it felt like her anger was directed at her mother. I couldn't guess what any of this was about, but since this was the direction we were headed, I decided to enjoy it.

I took one last breath and then followed after Kira, heading down into her living room. Mrs. Fukumi was standing there with her arms crossed and her foot tapping. She had made this same pose in school, particularly when a student was acting out and she wanted her displeasure to be known.

"The pair of you, sit." Mrs. Fukumi ordered.

Kira moved in a somewhat relaxed manner. I could only follow after her. Although I was certain what this was about, I didn't know how much Mrs. Fukumi knew, nor what assumptions she had jumped to.

"Hakaru, according to my daughter, the pair of you have begun to go out. Is this true?" Mrs. Fukumi asked.

I glanced over at Kira, but she was staring at her mother, not showing a single sign of jumping in to help me. Apparently, this was my show. Was this some kind of test she was giving me? Was she playing the game, or was this something else?

"She is." I finally nodded.

Mrs. Fukumi sighed, glancing at Kira. "You're lucky that your father doesn't know about this. To act so disgraceful."

"Disgraceful?" My words came out with just a tinge of disbelief.

I didn't realize that my teacher could be so hypocritical. After all, I had seen her act a dozen times more disgraceful.

Mrs. Fukumi pulled out a smartphone which looked a lot like Kira's and brought up the gallery. On it were images of Kira. She was in various shameful poses. It was actually really erotic. I sort of wish she had sent me these pictures. They were turning me on. I was also glad to see that I didn't run into any of the dick pictures that Deacon had commented on. Those would certainly ruin my mood.

"Asking my daughter to take these kinds of images…" Mrs. Fukumi said, putting it away. "What kind of boyfriend do you think you are."

I didn't like being lectured even when I was at fault. Considering that these images and Kira's choices had nothing to do with me, this made the way she was talking to me even more irritating. Although, part of it could be that it was only a little while ago when I had fucked her myself while she rolled around drunkenly. It was hard to look at my teacher with the same respect now that I had seen her in such a compromising situation.

It was more than that though. She chose to lecture me on the very same crimes that she herself had committed. Knowing how ridiculous she was being, of course my expression was hardly repentant. That seemed to make Mrs. Fukumi even angrier.

"Hey! Hakaru!" Mrs. Fukumi crossed her arms. "If you want to see my daughter again, you'd do well to follow what I say."

Having enough of her words, I crossed my arms and spoke in a similar arrogant manner. "Actually, if you want your home life to survive, it'd be better if you listened to my words."

"What did you say?" Mrs. Fukumi blinked, clearly taken aback by my sudden change in attitude.

As a student, I had always been respectful. Even when she thought I was blackmailing her, it had always been from a direction of polite discourse. This time, I was acting completely dominating.

"Don't preach to me about being disgraceful. Aren't you the woman who has been having an affair on your husband? Where is your sense of honor then?"

Mrs. Fukumi's face flushed and she shot her daughter a look. "You… naturally… your lies have no place in this home."

I felt Kira next to me tense slightly as she heard her mother tell a bold-face lie.

"Lie… huh…" I spoke simply.

"What happens between adults is no business of children. I've been meaning to have this conversation with you for some time. I will tell you that whatever you think is going on between your father and I, it's just a result of your overactive imagination."

I could only give a tight grin. She was really going for broke, huh? She intended to offer nothing but lies in retaliation. She was just hoping that it was my word against hers at this point. That was right, she had my dick picks. I could see her touching the cellphone. That was the leverage she hoped to use over me. She had deliberately not shown them, but when things go desperate, she would make me be quiet.

Perhaps, that was her goal from the beginning. She probably didn't care who Kira fucked at all. However, when Kira said it was me, she saw a way of fending off my blackmail indefinitely. We could work out a simple deal. She'd do her thing with my dad, and I'd do my thing with her daughter. Well, if that was her angle, I was never going to let it reach that point. Rather, Mrs. Fukumi had already lost the moment she had tried to tangle with me.

"Let's be honest with each other hear, Sasori." I dropped her honorific and called her by her first name, flustering the woman for a moment. "I'm not really dating your daughter in the slightest."

"Wh-what?" Mrs. Fukumi blinked in confusion, her entire planned narrative breaking apart in a single sentence.

"What you've found, they're not photos your daughter has sent me out of some sense of eroticism or arousal. Look at her face in the images again. She clearly doesn't want to be taking the photos. These are the photos I've been using to blackmail your daughter into sex!"

My announcement even caught Kira's attention, as she turned to me, but she still kept her head down and her face expressionless. As for Sasori, her mouth fell open in complete shock, her eyes going wide.

"You… you… blackmailed m-my daughter for sex?"

"She's the student council president. Do you think she could keep going on as she did if I leaked such naughty pictures? After getting one, I just kept getting more and more, and now I have a stockpile of Kira smut. It's enough to ruin your daughter's life, and her reputation. So… if you care about your daughter, you won't say anything about any of this. If you do, perhaps they'll end up being pinned up all over the school."

A mixture of emotions spread over Sasori's face, but eventually, it fell on anger. "You… I thought you were a good kid… but here you are, destroying my daughter's life. I won't allow this! I will be going to the police immediately."

She pulled out her phone and started dialing the number. Kira gave a hurt expression, and I could only grimace and shoot her a look of sympathy. Her mother didn't flinch at all. Her daughter's livelihood should have been enough to at least give her pause, but she was willing to risk Kira's school life being destroyed by me, just to bring me down as swiftly as possible.

"Perhaps, before you run to the police, you take a look in the mirror," I said casually, holding my phone out in front of me.

Just as Sasori went to dial the last number, her eyes rose up and she saw the picture on my screen. This picture wasn't of Kira at all. Rather, it was a picture of Sasori. She was in a very lewd pose. In fact, I picked this one because it very closely resembled one of the lewd images Kira had been in from the previous set of images. She lowered the phone, her mouth dropping open.

"Wh-where did you get this?"

"It seems like your mother has been a bit of a slut," I said casually, showing the image to Kira.

Kira did her part, gasping and giving her mother a disdainful glare. The effect hit her exactly how we wanted it.

"Mother… how could you…" Kira said. "But father…"

"Tsk…" I shook my head. "You thought you could just pretend that your affair didn't happen. Or… should I call it affairs? I never expected you to actually participate in that inn's nefarious activities. This isn't even my father in this image. There are others."

I switched to one showing the pair embracing while I was in the closet. Sasori's expression went white. She may not have recalled the night, but she recognized the room. I also put the idea in her head that this had all been planned out from the beginning. It was better to make her think that I was completely in charge and had her wrapped around my finger.

"What do you want?" Sasori demanded her head down in a defeated direction. "To continue to have my daughter?"

The way she said that it was almost as if letting me rape her daughter was completely fine. Most people who would cheat on their marriage were a bit selfish, but it seemed like Sasori was especially selfish. Kira once again hid an expression of hurt on her face.

"All I want from you is a promise," I said.

"What?" She asked bitterly. "Top grades?"

"Of course… I want you to be my sex slave."

Sasori's eye flashed angrily. "How dare you…"

I leaned forward, causing her to back up with a sudden look of fear and uncertainty. "Oh, come on, it's not like we haven't been together before."

I flipped the image on my smartphone screen, and this time it was one with me and the teacher together. She let out a gasp.

"You…"

"That's right, I'm the other guy you banged that night. Let's see… how would your husband take it? Your school? Banging students? Going to group sex? Leaking erotic photos. Forget your daughter's life, how will you survive?"

"I-I get it…" Sasori collapsed. "V-very well. Delete those photos… of me… and Kira… and I'll be your sex slave."

"Delete? I need collateral! Well, I promise they'll never touch the light of day as long as you fulfill your part of the bargain."

Sasori clenched her teeth and then nodded. "Very well."

"A kiss then…" I puckered my lips. "Say it all with I promise… and then kiss my lips."

"I promise to be your sex slave," Sasori said, then leaned over and kissed my lips.

I grinned. "I'll hold you to that. Now, your husband is away and so is your son. Since that is the case, let's have a little bit of fun. Come on, girls, the night is young. Take off your clothes. I have so many games we can play.

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After making my declaration for them to take off their clothing, Sasori had remained staring at me with her mouth open, as if disbelieving that I wanted to go farther after just a kiss.

"Must we do this with Kira watching?" She asked, turning her head away shamefully.

"Kira, your mother still doesn't seem to understand the gravity of the situation. How about you strip her yourself?" I asked, leaning into Sasori. "I plan to keep having your daughter as well."

In this portrait, we decided to paint me as the villain. If that was the case, then the villain I would be. If I acted timid now, Mrs. Fukumi might remember that she was an adult and a teacher, and find some way to wriggle her way out of my trap. I needed her to realize that there was no such thing as resistance. Sasori was my plaything, and as far as she understood, so was her daughter.

"Please… anything else…" Sasori's words came out weak and helpless, even as Kira started to unbutton her shirt.

I sighed, realizing her resistance was still there. I didn't want to just weaken her or break it down. I wanted it annihilated. I wanted her to fall quickly and completely, without feeling any hope that she could pull herself out of her pit of despair. Was it a bit harsh? Probably. However, I was juggling with fire now, and I needed to take these risks or lose everything. I had come so close to losing everything just a few weeks ago. The threat was real, and only by attacking would I have what I wanted.

I pulled out my last card, the files full of the images obtained by Kira. I threw them in a way that the images slid out of the side of the folder and spread out before Sasori. In an instant, I revealed every naughty image to her. They were all of my father. He had the mask on, but his body was pretty unmistakable. He was at the orgy on Sunday, and the images included pictures of him getting his cock sucked by at least five different girls, and penetrating another three. I wasn't certain, but I think one of the women was even that one that had hit on us in the pool last weekend.

Sasori's eyes widened in shock as she realized what she was looking at. "He told me he wouldn't go."

"That's Father for you." I shrugged. "Do you think he really loved you? No. He just wanted to use you to trade up for other women. Well, he still got his wish. Do you think he was trying to get back with my mom? No. He just found another woman to bang on the side. I reckon you're one of at least five women he enjoys on a regular basis."

"I… thought I was special…" She said, as tears were forming in her eyes.

"Oh… you are special." I chuckled darkly. "Only you were slutty and stupid enough to let dad trade you for other women. After all, you were happy to ride my dick this weekend so that he could enjoy your own daughter!"

She let out a gasp, her entire body freezing. Kira winced but then continued on, finishing with the last button on her mother's shirt. I went a bit off script there, huh? She probably didn't want me to reveal it was her who was at the weekend thing with me. I reckoned that once Sasori calmed down and thought about it, she would have realized the truth eventually anyway. Attacking her with it right now though, it was exactly what I needed to bring her down into a more submissive position.

"Honey… I…" She wanted to look at Kira, but couldn't, as she was too ashamed.

"Mother decided to ruin her relationship with father over him." Kira spoke quietly. "It was only right that I had a taste of what Mother felt was worth losing our family."

Sasori looked away, covering her mouth and looking slightly ill. Finally, her shoulders collapsed, the last light of defiance leaving her eyes, a hollow look taking over. It was the same kind of look Akiko had when I had made her my slave. It was a look that said she had run out of directions to run and there was no more hope left. It was exactly the expression I was hoping to see from her.

I pulled down my pants. It felt strange doing this in the family room of my childhood friend, where we used to play together, but Sasori's chest was now exposed, a white bra showing her large mammories, and I was already at full mast.

"Start by sucking my dick. Both of you." I commanded, not letting up in the slightest.

Sasori didn't move, just staring dead-eyed in front of her. Perhaps I had shocked her system a little too much. Kira swooped in for the rescue, she grabbed the back of her mom's head and then leaned her forward, I brought my cock up to her lips, and Kira had to force her mouth open so I could slide my cock inside. With a warm hard member inside her, Sasori's muscle memory seemed to return, and she started sucking my dick of her own accord.

Meanwhile, Kira looked up at me through her specs, one hand on the back of her mom's head and the other holding her chin, moving her mom's head back and forth on my dick. The feeling wasn't the greatest BJ ever, but something about a daughter using her mother's mouth to pleasure my dick made it extra stimulating, and I was already really close to blowing my load. I met Kira's eyes and gave her an awkward smile. Her face was expressionless, and I couldn't begin to guess what was going through her mind.

Once her mother's head was moving in rhythm, she pulled her hands away and then cupped my balls with them. I was a bit surprised that Kira was taking the initiative. I knew she had claimed she would join her mother in sex, but I hadn't completely believed it until she brought her mouth forward and sucked lightly on my balls. With the lips of two girls on my sex organ, I was in complete heaven. I had increased my endurance significantly from the virgin I had been, but all of this anticipation mixed with a dual blowjob, and my load couldn't be contained.

"Ahn… I'm cuming." I announced to the two girls under me.

I blew my load into Sasori's mouth. She barely reacted as my cock swelled and cum came out. Kira actually responded to my announcement, as she began to suck my balls more enthusiastically as they pumped cum down her mom's throat. I came for a solid minute, and Sasori sucked it all down like a good girl. By the time I was done, my knees were wobbly and I was a step from falling back down into my seat.

"Now… both of you, pull down your skirts, turn around. Show me your pussy and assholes. Spread them!"

Sasori once again seemed adrift, but Kira spun her around and pulled down her dress. Soon, I was looking at both daughter and mother bent over on the couch. Their knees were on the ground and their upper halves were lying on the seat of the couch. Kira put Sasori's hands back behind her, and she opened her cheeks instinctively. Had my father made her do this pose so often that just putting her hands out there made her do it?

Amazingly, Kira did it too. She showed no restraint. She could have not spread it and just looked like it to her mother, but she was going all out. Pushing the coffee table out of my way, I got on my knees behind the two girls. Licking my fingers, I stuck one in each girl. Both let out very cute moaning noises, although Sasori's sounded considerably more mature. Both girls had many similarities too. One of my many curiosities with my mother was whether she was similar to her daughter when it came to her pussy. I didn't have that answer, but these two women supported that belief.

Sasori was a lot looser than her daughter, but both lewd women had a similar smell and feel to their pussies. I found I could get three in Sasori, but her daughter only took two. Both women were moaning loudly now. This was right in the living room, with the entrance only a few feet away. If there was a reason her dad got back early, he'd see me finger banging his daughter and his wife.

My cock started to recover thanks to the lewd feel, smell, and sight of these two women. Although Sasori seemed to be running on autopilot, her body was still very erotic. I decided to pull my fingers out of the pair of them, and then stick my cock into Sasori. I did want to taste Kira, but I still didn't know where I stood with her. Our friendship was a strange and unstable thing. I couldn't imagine it becoming more stable now that I was banging her mom.

Either way, I respected her enough to not put it in. I touched her a little, but I wouldn't go all the way with her for now. She was probably messed up emotionally, and I wasn't so much of a scumbag that I wanted to take advantage of my friends.

"I'm going to stick it in!" I declared, grabbing my teacher's rump and giving it a little squeeze.

"…"

Mrs. Fukumi had seriously shut down. I suppose the only thing I could do was give her a good time. I started rocking my hips, taking my teacher from behind in the middle of her living room. Her daughter looked back, watching me as I banged her mom. At the moment, most of my clothing was still on, and I didn't plan to pull it off here. Even if Deacon came back for some reason, things might turn serious and I wanted the ability to leave in a hurry.

"Ahn… ahh…" Sasori finally started moaning, unable to take the rough treatment of my cock any more.

Her daughter also slid her hand between her mother's legs and was now stimulating her clitoris, forcing the woman to have pleasure she was trying to pretend wasn't there.

"N-no…" She moaned to herself, a seeming denial of her own reality.

"Ah… I'm going to cum." I told Kira.

She nodded. "Cum inside her. Cum in my mother."

Her words came out expressionlessly, completely devoid of any romance. However it wasn't those words that motivated me to do it or not do it. Rather, I couldn't stop myself at this point, the taste of my teacher being too tantalizing to resist. For my second time, I dumped a load in this woman, this time from the other side.

"Ahhn…w-wait…" Sasori gave a measly resistance but was cumming herself, my cock injecting stuff deep inside her, while her pussy contracted and sucked it all in lewdly.

Finally, I pulled out, my cock going a bit flaccid. I looked over at Kira. She cocked her head, but then sat back on the couch and spread her legs slowly. Her body was extremely erotic in this pose. Her mother had collapsed on the floor, a bit of my cum leaking from her wet and slightly gaping vagina. In order to fuck Kira, I'd literally be doing it on top of her mother.

Looking into Kira's eyes, I saw no sense of regret or hesitation. She said that I could have her if I took her mother, and she was fulfilling her promise. Part of that made my heart feel a pang of regret. Closing my eyes for a second, I calmed myself down.

I leaned forward and kissed Kira on the lips. At first, she was surprised, but her eyes finally closed and our tongues began to entangle. Her body grew more and more excited. She wrapped her arms around my back, kissing me more roughly. There was almost a neediness, a desperation in the way that she kissed me. Her legs started to wrap around me too, pushing my dick up against her naked bare pussy.

I reached out and grabbed her legs, gently pushing them back open. I moved my hands gently to her shoulder and then applied pressure, pushing away from her. My lips separated from hers and she finally took in a breath. Her ferocity was tempered for just a moment, and she looked up at me with confused eyes. I smiled at her.

"Kira… you're still the best friend that I have." I said, causing Kira's expression to widen.

For reasons I couldn't even understand myself, I pulled my pants back up and put away my pecker. Reaching down, I smacked my teacher's ass enough that she looked up.

"We'll be enjoying many more nights together," I told her, causing the woman to shake slightly.

I then stood up and walked to the door. Kira had closed her legs but was still sitting on the couch naked. Her arms were wrapped around her, making her look somewhat vulnerable. She was watching me with expressionless eyes. No one could tell what thoughts were going on behind them. When the door closed behind me and I was outside, I stood there for a moment.

"Was it enough?" I asked, letting my heart calm after what I had just done.

Netori appeared next to me. "Congratulations, you've met your goals."

"Then, let's end this."

"You have 10,100 points. You can get one level-three skill, two level-two skills, or five level-one skills." Netori explained once I reached my house.

We were now in my room, and I was pacing back and forth with just a bit of agitation. I had listened to Netori entirely in this. This was my best chance of getting everything back that I had lost. That's what she had told me.

"True feelings, that's the skill you want me to pick, right?"

Netori nodded. "Although Jack's skills are provided by Netorare, and thus differ from my own, he must have been given something akin to manipulation. The best way to fight manipulation is with honesty."

"How does it work?"

"If you see the person, you can use it on them. It has limitations. It makes their next 'choice' or 'action' be based on their true feelings. It will cut through other abilities, but it's not like it rewires the brain. What choices you choose to use it on are the most important. Jack and Netorare don't know you have this skill. If you want to use it effectively, you have to choose your choice carefully."

I stopped walking for a second, my fist tightening. "What if… What if my sister really does not have any feelings for me? What if… she chooses Jack?"

Netori's smile turned slanted and she looked away. "I don't think you give yourself enough credit. You're her brother. How could she choose some two-timing asshole from school over you."

"Because… I'm not a good person." I responded. "Because, I'm selfish, and self-centered, and arrogant."

"Most guys wouldn't be able to admit that."

"I'm serious here, Netori. What do I do if it fails?" I demanded, feeling a tinge of anger.

"It won't…" Netori's face went red.

"How do you know?" I spoke, growing even louder.

"Because I chose you." Netori shot back.

My mind blanked, and my mouth fell open. It opened and closed a few times.

"I… chose you, to play this game." Netori turned away, hiding her face. "Clearly, I wouldn't pick a loser. I saw something in you that made me think you had a chance to win my game. That's why I picked you. If a goddess like me would put her faith in you, then how could your own sister not?"

"R-right, that's what you mean." I sighed, my heart feeling strange for a second.

"What else could I mean?" Netori finally looked back, crossing her arms irritably. "Enough with your insecurities, will you choose the skill I recommended, or are you wasting more of my time?"

"I'll take it. Give me True Feelings."

"Very well…" Netori nodded, but then her face flushed with panic. "A-and don't be thinking that this kind of skill will work on a Goddess. My oath binding Netorare in that manner was a fluke…. A fluke! We're very resistant to the charms of mortals. I would never give you skills that would work on the likes of me!"

"Huh?" I turned around, my expression incredulous at her sudden strange accusation.

Netori's face flushed with pink. "Remember, timing is everything. I recommend you wait until she makes the decision to leave for the party, and then strike her then. You'll have your answer."

"Right…"

"I'll be busy, don't call me unless you need me!" Netori snapped her finger and disappeared without another word.

Ignoring Netori's unpredictable behavior, I looked over at the wall that I shared with Maria. Part of me just wanted to immediately walk over there and use it on her. I just wanted to ask a question like "do you love me?" and then get the truth out there. Was that really so hard?

The Halloween party was on Friday. That left an entire work week to wait for the big day. I took Netori's advice though. What was the point of having a trump card if I used it prematurely? My only choice was to wait until the night of the party, and then attack when it would have the greatest effect. At the moment she was to leave, I'd put the choice to her. She could go to the party, or she could stay and be with me. Then I would hit her with True Feelings and see what happened.

I went through the plan a million times. How would I approach her? What would I say? That was just about all I thought about during that week.

"Hey man, thanks for that folder of information, my boss intercepted it, but it was really useful." I reasoned out that it had to be Derek who sent me that information on Jack.

Only he would be so thorough as to even have a girl's measurements.

"Folder?" Derek laughed. "Of course, what are friends for? The enemy of my enemy and what not. Hey, you eating on the roof today?"

We ended up on the roof, going through the list of names. I told him about my part-time job and confirmed that many of the people on this list Jack had personally brought to my place to taunt me. I told him about what he was doing to my sister as well. I didn't mention anything about goddesses, special abilities, or NTR Crush, but he sympathized, made the appropriate negative remarks toward Jack, and frankly, it was nice having a friend again.

With Akiko out of the way, I felt a certain bit of comradery with him. He was an NTR Crusher without even having the advantage of the game. I hated to admit it, but we were actually a lot alike. As long as we weren't focused on the same women, I had no particular beef with him. With a common enemy, I could even almost see him as a friend again.

"You know, with this list and those videos, there has got to be something we can do," Derek said.

I nodded. "I've already planned it all out. You heard about the Halloween Party this Friday?"

"The one being held in that spooky mansion? They say it's owned by the Yakuza. Supposedly a bunch of seniors are involved."

"Jack's got his hands in it somehow."

"Damn… now my interest in the party has gone down. An open invite to upperclassmen though? It's going to be interesting.

"You might want to consider crashing." I shrugged. "I have a feeling the party is going to end with a bang."

Derek looked over at me questioningly, but I didn't give him any more answers. Only an idiot shows their trump card early, isn't that what I decided? Still, I told him this much since I had already Dirt Scribed him to make sure he was trustworthy. There were no secrets there to reveal. He was mostly angry and embarrassed at being one-upped. He was an asshole, but no one to concern myself with.

In class, Mrs. Fukumi mostly tried to pretend I wasn't there. I Dirt Scribed her a few times, and her thoughts seemed to constantly be on me, but she managed to keep a level head in class. Her thoughts mostly sat around wondering when I'd make her do stuff again. It was honestly weird, since sometimes her thoughts almost sounded excited or in anticipation of the event, rather than dread. Her mind felt truly broken, and each day she grew more nervous as she waited for the moment I'd strike and attack her again. Thoughts of worrying for her daughter didn't even seem to be present.

My mind was almost completely focused on Friday, so I didn't pay my teacher any attention at all. Rather, I decided to let her stew. I was causing her more hell by doing nothing than I could by blackmailing her some more. When it came to Kira, we didn't chat at all. It was a little lonely, and if I hadn't been able to talk to Derek, I might have thrown myself at Kira for emotional support. As it was, she kept her distance and didn't acknowledge me at all. Whenever I saw her in the hall, there was a flash of her naked, spread open on the couch, and I decided talking to her would be too taxing.

I continued to work at the gaming center, and Jack continued to come in and taunt me. However, every time he entered, I didn't feel regret or pain. Rather, a bit of delight shot through me. Every girl he brought in, I made sure to copy the resulting film. I also made sure to get her full information from her identity card. After they were done and left, I'd casually google their names, clicking on their Facebook profiles, and looking into their history. There was some very interesting reading if you looked hard enough.

Gina wasn't the only girl with a unique past. Many of these girls he had acquired were in similar relationships. It truly was a shame his relationship with them was so shallow. It was Netori who had mentioned this to me, but he didn't have as many points as I thought. He was only a level 4. Considering he had almost two dozen sexual partners, that seemed surprising, except that the women he dated were either floozies that slept around, or women that were manipulated, coerced, and blackmailed. Simply put, none of these women liked him.

Once I realized this, I began to see it in their faces. Most of the women looked bored, anxious, or like they were fulfilling some kind of duty. Few of them looked genuinely into it, and few of them left with pleased expressions on their faces. He didn't treat these women properly at all. Well, he was using them essentially to browbeat me into the ground, so they were already being used as a show. Why would these girls be endeared to him in the slightest?

The week past by, and that final Friday, I felt extremely anxious the whole day at school. Part of me wanted the day to pass quickly, and the rest of me felt that it took forever. Finally, school let out. I had asked for this day off, and Deacon grudgingly agreed. I went straight home, as a result, just waiting for my sister to finally come home from school.

The door finally opened and she didn't even face me as she walked straight past the living room and to her door. This was the usual way of things. She never even came out to eat. As for me, I decided to cook dinner, and made some spring rolls, rice, and panko breaded chicken dipped in soy sauce. By the time mom got home, I had an entire feast laid out on the table. Still, in the apron, I brought out the better tasting sake that she usually didn't guzzle down and poured her a glass.

"What's the occasion?" Mother asked, a very pleased expression on her face.

"I'll be going to a party tonight, and I want to make sure Mother is well taken care of before I go," I said on the spot.

I didn't want to speak the truth, that I was really anxious and just couldn't think of anything else to do.

"A party?" Mother pursed her lips. "That reminds me, I'll be going to one with your father tomorrow night."

"Be safe, mother…" I bowed.

At this point and time, the door to Maria's bedroom opened and she walked out of her room. She was wearing a long coat and was holding it around herself. She had kitty ears on her head, and a tail was hanging just from the bottom of the coat.

"Wait… girl." Mother declared as Maria walked by. "Open the coat."

"M-mom…" Maria glared at mom angrily.

"I said, Open it."

Maria sighed and opened her coat. She was wearing a black outfit with just a little fur around the breast and crotch. However, the cloth portions covered her shoulders, belly button, and down to her knees like capris pants. Overall, it was suggestive and sexy, but not unreasonable.

Mother looked her up and down and then nodded. "You look okay enough. I know what girls your age wear at Halloween parties these days. I won't have my daughter dressed like a slut."

Maria looked away. "Yes, mom."

Mother nodded, and Maria went on her way.

"I'll be going too." I told mom, even though I wasn't' wearing any outfit.

I got up and followed Maria out the door. About ten feet out the door, she pulled off the coat and then ripped off the fabric from her outfit. In an instant, she went from something somewhat presentable to something little more than a bathing suit. My sister really was dressed as a slutty kitty! Those fur parts on her boobs and vagina didn't just accentuate those body parts… they were the only part of the costume that remained! A car sitting in front honked, and Maria started to run towards it.

"Maria!" I called out, running up behind her.

Maria spun, immediately covering her body. Well, if you're too embarrassed for me to see you in this, why are you going out in public with it?

"H-hakaru?" Maria said in a panic. "Don't tell mother."

"Don't go…" I ignored her outfit and declared.

"What?"

"You heard me. Stay with me, Maria. Don't go to this party. Look into your heart. I love you and I want you to stay with me. Please." That wasn't what I had planned to say, but that was what came out.

"Hakaru… the thing about us…"

I activated True Feelings.

"Please, you need to pick. You can be with me, and I can be yours, or you can pick Jack. I want to know how you truly feel."

Maria blinked, and then took a step towards me, her hand coming out and her lips parted. "Hakaru… I…"

"Hey!" Jack shouted standing outside the driver's side of the door and glaring over the roof. "You coming, Maria?"

Maria looked back and him, and then to me. There was a brief moment of resolution forming in her expression as she finally made her decision. She smiled at me, a sad smile.

"I'm sorry, Hakaru. Thank you… for being my brother, but there was never a choice to begin with." She turned around and headed back to the car.

As I stared with my mouth open in shock, she slid into the passenger side door. Jack was looking over the hood of his car at me with an insufferable smile on his face.

"Too bad, dude. I told you. What world would you ever win against me?"

He got in the car, started it, and then the pair of them drove off into the night.

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"Netori…" I spoke the words.

I was sitting on my bed, a sheet wrapped around my body. Netori didn't come. I remained sitting in the darkness alone. A grimace formed on my lips and I nodded to myself. Of course.

"Netorare."

"Yes?" A girl appeared in the corner of my bed, sitting cross-legged with a gloating smile on her face.

I chuckled dryly. "I thought I smelled your stench."

Her face suddenly went red. "St-stop smelling me, you perv!"

"What have you done with Netori?" I asked.

"Done?" Netorare tapped her finger on her lips. "Maybe she just gave up on a loser like you."

"Loser, huh?" I leaned back, dwelling on her words.

Netorare nodded. "Right now, my boy Jack is bringing your sister into a mansion full of eager guys. They'll do this to her and that to her. Give up. You have no power. You lose."

So, that's how it was. I hadn't realized it before. I supposed I was just so worried about losing everything, that I didn't see the truth that Netori wanted me to see. It wasn't about losing or winning. It wasn't about playing the game better, or having a higher level, or being the better man. It was all so simple, now that I saw it.

"Netorare…" I said, my head lowering down.

"Hmm?" She responded with a catlike grin.

"I was never going to win this. That's what Jack said."

"Yup…"

"That's right…" a grin formed on my face. "But your fate is worse because you are always going to lose."

Netorare blinked. "Eh?"

I threw off my blanket and stood up. As it flew to the side, I turned to Netorare, my eyes burning with fire. I was dressed in a full suit and tie, a bit fancy, it gave a vibe like I was a wealthy businessman or a millionaire. I had spent my entire check on this expensive suit. Perhaps it wasn't a costume in the traditional sense, but it was the way I chose to dress tonight. I grabbed the fox mask which I had saved from my trip to the hot spring.

"Wh-what is this?" Netorare's eyes widened.

I reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her. She was light and hadn't expected to be suddenly grabbed, so she floated into my arms with ease.

"I want you to watch as you lose everything to me," I said, smiling down at her.

"I-impossible." She said, unable to look away from my eyes.

I leaned close to her ear. "Don't worry, I'll keep what I take."

My lips moved towards hers. Netorare's eyes closed and her lips parted. It was mere millimeters before our lips touched when her eyes widened and she vanished from my arms. She appeared on the other side of the room, her face beat red and her body shaking.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Netorare cried shrilly, not able to meet my eyes.

"Just watch." I grinned, putting on my mask and walking out the door.

As I walked out to the front of the house, a car drove up. I got in smoothly, and we took off. I wouldn't be riding a bicycle tonight. The guy inside was wearing an outfit too. It was a grim reaper outfit, with a scythe in the back and his hood down. Comparatively, he looked like something from a cheap Halloween store, and my outfit looked strangely classy, like I belonged in the mansion we were heading to.

"Nice, where did you get the mask?" Derek said, glancing over at me.

"I stole it." I chuckled.

"Alright, fine, don't tell me." Derek laughed nervously. "You know, crashing this party. Seniors will kick our asses if they find a couple of underclassmen there."

"Possibly," I responded calmly. "It's too bad they'll be too busy."

"You, okay, man? You seem… I don't know… different."

"Heh… maybe I am."

"So, your sister really did take off with that loser, Jack?"

"Just watch the show," I responded. "It's what I owe you for that information. You… inspired me."

"Of course…" Derek laughed. "That's what I'm good for. A regular muse."

The remaining chat was light as we drove to the high-class area of town where many rich from overseas had built their pricey mansions. Most Japanese construction was intended to break down and be replaced in 15 years. It wasn't uncommon for many homes to only last one generation. Only complexes and castles were built to last in Japan, yet the Americans seemed to want to build everything to last. I thought it silly that they spend so much effort and money-making buildings that can stand earthquakes and hurricanes, and then patching up all the damage until buildings were just patches on top of patches. Wouldn't it be better to just build cheap, bulldoze the place, and then build again?

We approached a three-story mansion. The music was loud enough that neighbors would be complaining if the place didn't have a yard that pushed the neighbors a football field away. There were cars everywhere, and there was nowhere to park close by.

"Drop me off at the front," I said.

"Yeah, no problem." Derek agreed. "Go protect your sister."

I nodded and left the car slamming it shut and immediately half running up to the front door. There were people on the yard already drinking and dancing, and the music was playing over a system that permeated the entire house, the front yard, and the backyard. Except, Maria wouldn't be in the front yard or the back yard. She'd be up in one of the bedrooms.

"Did you hear?" I overheard a voice as I slid into the mansion. "Upstairs, some slut is going to fuck every guy she sees."

"What a skank!"

"You know what room?" I asked.

"Really? You're going to fuck some skank?" The girl looked me up and down, and then suddenly she smiled flirtatiously. "Actually, why bother with her? My friend and I are free. How about you take us-"

"The room, please," I spoke intently.

With a pout, they finally gave me the location and pointed me towards the stairway. With no time to rest, I took the stairs three at a time and pushed my way past drunk guys and tipsy women alike. Without pausing, I kicked open the door and walked into the room those two had indicated. In front of me was my sister. She was still clothed in her skanky cat outfit, but she was sitting on the floor. Her arms were wrapped around her chest defensively, and there were about a dozen guys all around her. Some had their dicks out.

Akiko was sitting in the corner, a camera in her hands as she recorded the thing. A few guys looked my direction, but most of them were intent on advancing on my sister. I took five smooth steps to Akiko's side, grabbed the camera from her hands, and then slammed it against a wall, causing it to shatter into a dozen pieces.

"H-hey!" She cried out, but then she saw my masked face, her mouth fell open, shock apparent in her expression.

I spun away from Akiko and grabbed my sister. Without even a pause, I picked her up in both my arms, sweeping her up and away from the circle of men, and then headed for the door. It was done so smoothly that few even had time to react. People were left staring at each other in wonder as their sex toy was pulled away by a masked man in a suit.

"St-stop, who…" She struggled for a second, but then she looked at my mask carefully and gasped.

"B-brother?" Her face turned pink, "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you home," I said simply as I carried her down the stairway.

"You… I said it already… there isn't a choice…"

"That was my mistake in the first place." I smiled guiltily. "I gave you a choice. When have I ever done that in our relationship."

"Th-that…" Her pink face went red.

"Your mine, Maria. Not Jack's. Not Ronnie's. Mine… I was just too insecure to realize it. Well, I'm done with that shit. I don't need to play games, because I steal what I want!"

"B-brother… you don't understand." Maria's voice came out weak. "I can't be with you. It's not that simple."

I finally put her down, we were in the front lawn now, just where the music was quiet enough that we could actually talk.

"It is that simple," I responded back.

"Hakaru…" She looked up at me, her eyes watery. "Please… when you look at me that way, I can't stop feeling-"

"Hey!" A voice screamed out, causing the crowd of people to turn and the buzz of conversation to die out. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The source of that voice was Jack, who was standing at the door. He jumped down the front steps and walked over with his chest puffed out.

"You've already lost! You want to die?" As he said this, other boys piled out from the door, all angry upperclassmen, and many who were in the room with my sister.

I let out a chuckle, noticing my only backup, Derek, running up, but when he saw the massive group of older guys, he immediately stopped and found a hiding spot to watch. So much for friendship. Well, it didn't matter. He was just a tag along anyway.

"Here's the thing, Jack." I sighed. "You can't lose if you don't play by the other guy's rules. It was your goddess who taught me that. After all the cheating you've done, that sort of lesson just came to me."

"Who's cheating?" Jack's eyes flashed. "Maria! Walk back to me. Now!"

I used true feeling on her again, but I knew it didn't matter. I had made my decision. She gave me one look, but it said everything I needed to see. She took one step forward towards Jack, and then I pulled her back into my arms.

"I can't!" She cried out, tears falling down her eyes. "I have to go back to him!"

"Why?" I asked, looking at her determinedly.

"Because he's blackmailing her." A voice shot from the crowd.

A group of people parted, and Akiko walked out. She was wearing a sexy maid outfit, although it wasn't at the level of Maria's revealing attire. She had her arms crossed and a strange smirk on her face.

"Blackmail?" I blinked, shaking my head. "He plans to record all of that compromising stuff from Maria and show the whole school, what's the point of blackmail, I don't get-"

Maria leaned close to me, whispering in my ear. "It's not blackmail of me, it's blackmail of you! I don't know how he got it, but he has images of the night we had sex. He told me ahead of time if I didn't go through with it, he'd show our…our… incest to the world. Our parents, our family… you… I couldn't…"

"Do you see?" Jack laughed. "So hand her over… or I'll…"

I pulled Maria into a kiss.

"Mm!" Maria let out a cry as I kissed her roughly on the lips, my tongue conquering her mouth without hesitation.

Those that knew we were brother and sister looked on in shock.

I pulled back, Maria gasping. "Hey! Everyone! This is my sister! I fuck her!"

Maria let out a cry, trying to grab me and cover my mouth. I stopped her, grabbing her wrists as she stared at me helplessly.

"Brother… what are you doing?"

I looked at her with a smile. "I won't be denied what I want anymore. I'll take it, and I'll deal with the consequences too. Watch."

"B-brother…" the look she gave me was a very un-sisterly look.

"Just trust in your brother, okay?"

She threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly, tears still falling down her face. "Okay…"

"You…" Jack's entire body was shaking. "You…

"More like you!" Akiko declared. "Hey guys, do you know how many of your girlfriend's he's fucked? Find out!"

Akiko threw up a giant folder of papers and names came falling out. I recognized one paper that fell by my feet. It was a print out of one of the files from the folder I had gotten from Deacon. It was the same folder that I had credited to Derek. It was clear it had been Akiko who had given it to me.

"Akiko!" Jack shouted, seeing some of the papers. "What are you doing? Be a good little dog and get back inside!"

Akiko's eyes narrowed. "I'm no dog… I'm a bitch, and I've never been your bitch, not since the beginning!"

"Wh-what?"

"That was your problem, Jack. You just couldn't stop stroking your own cock. You talk too damn much. You told me everything!" She spun to the girls all around her. "You don't need to be frightened anymore! Rise up, ladies. You know what he did. You know what he's been doing!"

One guy behind Jack picked up a sheet from the floor, "H-hey, that's my girlfriend!"

"He blackmailed me!" The girl on the paper suddenly shouted, tears in her eyes. "I wanted to tell you, but he said he'd ruin my life if I spoke."

"He blackmailed me!"

"Me too!"

More shouts flooded across the party. More and more women came forth, especially those who had been forcefully outed by Akiko. Soon, people were screaming and someone threw something at Jack. The upperclassman at his back was now trying to distance themselves from him completely. Within a moment, the entire atmosphere had changed, with everyone looking at Jack with pure loathing.

"That's the thing, Jack," I spoke up, catching his attention. "You're a one-trick pony. As soon as that trick is used up, you have nothing else. Let's face it. You lost."

Rage exploded on Jack's face. "You… this is your fault. Akiko's your spy!"

Akiko giggled, pulling her eyelid down and sticking her tongue out at Jack.

"I'll kill you!" Jack screamed, running at me.

He was still several years older and quite a bit bigger. I had pushed him to the limit, and now that all of his strategies had failed, he was going to attack me physically. As the fist raced towards my face, a smirk appeared on my lips.

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Bang! Jack's fist landed… into a palm that reached out in front of me. With a casual push, Jack stumbled back several feet.

"Huh?" He looked over to see a group of suited guys wearing sunglasses even though it was night.

They immediately started spreading out across the front lawn. Hushed whispers started spreading over the entire group. People were whispering to each other in fear or excitement.

"That's the Yakuza? Isn't that Yakuza?"

"The Japanese Mafia?"

"What are they doing here?"

Jack let out a smile. "Big brother? What are you doing here? Doesn't matter. I was just about to beat on this jackass here. How about you guys help me out…"

His voice drifted off as he saw all the men standing there with frowns on their faces.

"Big brother… that's rich, my friend. I thought we were brothers. I helped your gang out. Even gave you a little setup money. If I knew you were going to throw it in my face, I would have never looked at you twice."

"B-brother… what are you saying? Of course, we're bros?"

"Do brothers sleep with each other's women?" His voice came out razor sharp like the edge of a knife. "Was that a thing brothers do that I don't know about?"

"That's not me!" Jack cried out.

"I'd have never believed it of you, except I saw the videos myself." The man who was talking to him turned to me. "You the kid that sent the video?"

I bowed politely. "Yes, sir. I saw him making a mockery of the prestigious Yamaki family and I knew it just couldn't stand."

"You delete all those videos?"

"Of course! You have the only copies, oyassan."

"Please, my dad is oyassan." The guy straightened his suit, but still looked pleased. "You've done well, kid. Nicely dressed, we approve."

"You…" Jack's eyes narrowed darkly on me, "I'll get you, I'll-"

"The only thing you're getting is a concrete block and a quick drop." The guy interrupted Jack. "Men, take him inside. Clear out the brats. Then break his legs. This is going to take some time."

"N-no… Gio… it's a mistake!" Jack screamed as five men grabbed him and started yanking him inside. "It's a mistake!"

The door slammed, cutting off his voice. A moment later, the speakers were cut off, and people started flooding out of the house in a rush. Some left, running in fear, while a few stayed behind and watched curiously. As I watched the scene unfold, my phone suddenly started ringing. I pulled it out and looked at it, but before I could answer, the Yakuza in charge lifted his phone, showing he had called my number.

"I thought you were the same guy. I just had to know." The man, Gio, said.

"Eh?" For the first moment, I was a bit confused.

Why did he have my phone number? I mean, it wasn't difficult to get, but I was a little confused. It seemed unrelated to the reason he was here.

"Haha…" The man laughed looking at my sister holding me tightly. "No need to get all upsy, this girl really your sister?"

I looked at Maria, and she looked up at me, and then the pair of us nodded to him.

"You keep your family close. We like that. My dad married his cousin. It was a whole thing. The family didn't like it at first, but his kids turned out alright." The guy seemed to be half talking to himself before turning to me. "Hey, look, my sister's not all that bad. She has her rebellious side, what kid doesn't, but maybe you should give her a try?"

"Your sister?" I asked in confusion.

"Gina! Man…" Gio shrugged. "I've been seeing her, you know, looking in her phone, pondering about calling this number. So, I took her phone and broke into it. You know, a big brother has got to do what he can for his sister. Just like you do for yours, you know?"

Actually, that's a massive invasion of privacy! He talks about breaking into his sister's phone so casually! I nod my head in complete agreement. He was still a very scary guy. Why argue with him?

"Anyways, I saw a strange number, your number. I also saw your image, rather, an image she took while you weren't looking. Gina don't do that for a guy she don't have a thing for. I'm just saying, think about giving her a chance. She likes ya. Ah, forget about it. I'll let her figure out her feelings herself. Just give it some thought."

"Ah… I well…"

"And you know… if it don't work out, and you break her heart, I'll just have to kill ya." He burst out laughing and slapped me on the back. "You kids enjoy the rest of your Halloween. I'm going to take a few whacks at the human pinata inside."

Yakuza were really scary! I wiped the sweat off my brow and thanked the gods Gina didn't tell her brother about what happened between us. If he knew I had taken his sister's virginity with blackmail, I shivered to think about what would have happened next.

"S-so…" A quiet voice caused me to glance over at Akiko who had approached us, her head lowered shyly.

"So… what?"

"Did I… do good?" She asked, smiling at me strangely.

"Ah… what do you want my approval for? Derek's right over there, pissing himself behind the bushes."

She growled, "I don't want Derek. You… you… stupid!"

"Huh? Who's stupid?"

"I did all of this for you!"

"Wh-what?"

"Hakaru… I… I can't give up on us." Akiko responded.

"What? I said it already. I'm not interested in you."

"I… don't care!" She said stubbornly. "I'm your girl. You're just going to have to deal with it. I'm the girl who will do what the other girls won't. I don't care who else you're with as long as you don't throw me away! Use me, punish me, hurt me… but never ever throw me away!"

"I don't even-"

"I love you! Stupid!" She said angrily, blushing as she said it. "When you tried to send me away, I realized that what I really wanted was you. I've always wanted you. That's why I worked so hard for your sake, so you'd take me back."

"Well, I won't."

"I don't care!"

"Excuse me?"

"You said it yourself! You take what you want! Well… I do too! I'm taking back my position as your bitch!" She suddenly leaned forward and kissed me.

"Mm?" I immediately put my hands out and pushed her off me.

She wiped her lips and looked up at me with bright, wild eyes, and I realized I recognized those eyes. I had seen them before. They were the same eyes that Mrs. Fukumi had shown my father. They were eyes that said she would do anything for that relationship. When had this happened? How had Akiko turned out this way? A glint of pure obsession showed in her expression, and I realized there was no answer I could give her that would keep her away.

"Akiko… just go home."

She leaned close and whispered in my ear. "Okay… Master. I'll come back around later… for more… orders."

She winked, her hand grabbing my butt and squeezing before she turned and walked away, grinning from ear to ear. My mouth was wide open as I stared at her leaving. A moment later I heard a car screeching by. I caught a look of it from the corner of my eye. It was the car I had come here with. Derek must have seen that kiss and been none too pleased about me getting Akiko. Well, that looked like our friendship took the final bullet.

I wasn't particularly upset. Derek wasn't really my friend to begin with. The olive branch I had extended to him had been for something he didn't even do. We talked at school, but it was never like I forgave him or anything. Now, I knew that there was no going back, not that I actually wanted to go back.

At that point, most of the witnesses were starting to leave, the majority of the show now over. Maria pulled away from me and I looked over at her. She had a pouty expression on her face.

"Gina? Akiko? It looks like little brother has been getting around." She said angrily.

"I do. Women come and go, but my sister will always be my sister. That's why I want you by my side from now on."

Her face turned red and she spun away, touching her fingers together nervously. "When did brother become such a sweet-talker. When you say things like that, it makes me think things a sister shouldn't think."

"You should go with your instincts," I responded.

She spun back around and stuck out her tongue. "Let's get going. It's still Halloween. You owe me."

"A scary movie?" I suggested.

"With gratuitous nudity?" She shot back.

"Snuggling together under the covers?" I asked, walking up to her.

"Wearing nothing but our skin?"

"And popcorn." Our lips were nearly together.

"And kissing…"

"Just kissing?"

"Is brother suggesting naughty things?"

"You're one to talk."

"I think we think too much alike. It's scary."

"I love you, sister."

"I love you too."

We kissed gently and then pulled away again. She was blushing, and I was a bit breathless.

"Let's go home." She smiled.

"Let's- guh…" I looked away. "Ah… it seems I didn't prepare a ride home."

"Ah… and brother was looking so cool for a moment in his suit and mask." Maria smiled. "I'll get us an uber."

As she went to get her phone, sirens started blaring in the distance. They were coming closer and closer.

"Are they coming here?"

Honk. Honk.

I jumped as a car pulled up. The person in the car was none other than Akiko. She rolled down her window and looked out at the two of us.

"I may have sent all of my evidence of blackmail and rape to the police station. That's them coming to arrest Jack. Don't worry about what he has on you. I destroyed it, and he's going to be spending a long time in jail. Get in. It's better if we aren't here when the police arrive."

My sister and I looked at each other and then got into the car. We got into the backseat together, and Akiko took off, leaving the sirens behind.

"See… I'm looking out for you always." Akiko said smugly.

"You mean, you override my plan in which that Yakuza would beat him to a pulp. The police are going to save his life and he can have police protection and some healthcare followed by a comfy stint in jail."

"Geh!" Akiko let out a cry. "Th-that… I'm sorry Master!"

"For that matter, you were recording my sister in that room? Does a faithful bitch record his sister's gangbang?'

"Ah… that…" Akiko looked back tearfully. "I wasn't recording! I left the batteries out! I was fake recording. Plus, I had already called the police. They were supposed to break the party up before you even got there."

"Huh? The police? Why wouldn't they-"

It suddenly occurred to me that the Yakuza had their hands in many things, and it was often said the police were in the pockets of the local gangs. If they were going to make a move, one of their first acts might be to delay the police. Perhaps tell them to stay away from a certain home for a while. If they hadn't gotten an influx of calls from panicked children and had to act or get in trouble with the public, they might have never come at all.

If that was true… that would mean that the only reason Maria was so close to being used as a sex dumpster was because of me! It seems like while Akiko interfered with my plan, I also interfered with Akiko's! I let out a cough.

"Actually, let's not split hairs on whose fault it is." I quickly backtracked.

Akiko cocked her head in confusion, but I wasn't going to explain my thoughts.

After getting home and sending Akiko rudely on her way, I made the popcorn and we got settled with a movie, just like we promised. Mother was in the family room, already passed out on the couch, so we took the loveseat and turned on some B-rated horror movie. Maria came out of her room and slid under the covers with me She was wearing a loose-fitting shirt with spaghetti straps and very short shorts which almost exposed as much as her kitty outfit.

Maria snuggled in my arms as we watched the movie. After checking mom out a few more times, I confirmed that she was indeed asleep. My fingers slowly slid down Maria's leg and up her thigh. I found her not wearing any underwear at all. Slowly, I started to kiss her neck.

"Is this… really okay?" Maria asked. "This feels, too good to be true. What will you do on Monday? What will I do?"

"The good thing about schools is that they have short attention spans. Nearly a hundred women were outed for infidelity a few moments ago. There isn't a person in school who's going to have time to talk about a guy in a mask and someone who may or may not be his sister. By the time the fallout is over, barely anyone is going to mention our names, and if they do, it'll be right next to a strange connection with the Yakuza. I don't think we'll face trouble."

Maria giggled. "You really do have this all figured out, don't you?"

"Not at all." I shook my head. "But with you by my side, I'd like to start."

The pair of us met with a kiss. That kiss soon became more passionate, and the pair of us fell back onto the couch.

We didn't notice as mother opened one eye, looked at us moving suggestively under the blanket, rolled her eyes, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

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The next day was a Saturday, and after spending all night watching movies with Maria and doing various other activities, the pair of us slept in. Mother had already left with dad for their party by the time I was waking up. I went and made myself a late afternoon breakfast. I made a portion for Maria too, but I held off bringing it to her door. The previous night was like a dream, and I didn't want to risk bursting that bubble. For the moment, I'd let her sleep.

My cellphone began ringing, and I picked it up without checking who it was.

"Hello?"

"Ah… hey… you answered. Thank god. Um… man, I'm going to need a favor." A voice came over the phone.

"Deacon?"

"Uh… yeah… as it turns out, I need you to contact my Mother."

For a second, I felt a surge of panic. Kira's brother couldn't possibly know about my relationship with them, right? He wouldn't be talking so casually.

"What for?"

"Ah… well… It turns out I need bail. I'm in jail right now?"

"Seriously?" I answered in disbelief.

"Yeah… turns out, recording minors having sex and then blackmailing them was not a long-term strategy. I guess some asshole banged a bunch of women at our location and was blackmailing the women. Long story short, the drama caused other women to come out… women I had been… um… acquainted with. The investigation ended up hitting us, and they found all of the videos."

"What about me?"

"Ah… you don't need to worry. I didn't even put you on my books. You got your last paycheck Friday, right? Well, just walk the other way. No one will know a thing."

"So… you're saying you're firing me."

"Ah… I'm so sorry. But the place is shut down for good." Deacon said. "Can you please contact my mother? I really don't want to be berated over the phone, and I definitely don't want to get my ass kicked by Dad. I'd have Kira do it, but she didn't answer her phone."

"Sure…" I sighed.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll head over to your house after I've eaten."

"Thanks, buddy, you're a lifesaver." Deacon sighed in relief. "Oh, and… can you be gentle letting my mother know?"

"Don't worry." I grinned. "I'll take real good care of your mother."

"Thanks again! Ah… I'm out of time, gotta go!" He hung up the phone.

I hung up on my side and looked at the phone, chuckling slightly to myself. I supposed it was as good of a time as any to farm points. Mrs. Fukumi had a good week to stew in her juices. I was in a good position to play with her some more. I was always willing to do a favor for a friend.

"I hope you're happy." A voice spoke up angrily.

I looked up to see Netorare. She was sitting at my table on the opposite side of me, her arms crossed, and a hateful expression on her face.

"You lost, Netorare." I shrugged. "Just admit it. It is in your nature."

"Fine… I may have lost… but that doesn't mean you've won."

"That's the thing," I said, wiping my mouth. "I don't need to win. I just need to have the strength to take what I want and hold on to it. Do you think there is winning in life? Do you think a business has won? Take the largest business you can think of, let's say, Toyota? Has Toyata won as a company? Of course not. Winning is a contrived concept created by losers. There is no winning, and there is no end game. I'll simply take everything I want until I am satisfied, and then I will hold onto it. That is the nature of NTR Crush!"

"Well said!" A voice declared, another girl exactly like Netorare was floating nearby.

"Ahh!" Netorare cried out, her body shaking. "You're here?"

"I am…" Netori's expression turned really sour. "You're done, Netorare."

"Wh-wh-what does sister possibly mean?"

Netori pulled out a rolled-up sheet of paper and dropped it in front of Netorare. "You signed when we started the game. Your champion is done. You admitted defeat, I heard the words myself. You know what that means."

"W-wait… that… it's not…"

"It's magically binding! Created by Sancus himself. No more distractions! No more humiliations! I'm restraining you now. You won't keep me from my game any longer!"

"No!" She tried to stand up, but suddenly a hundred chains appeared wrapped around her, binding every appendage.

It was many times more than when I had used my points to rape her.

"It's time to rein you in, sister." Netori shrugged.

"No! Hakaru!" She cried out with frightened eyes, but with a snap from Netori, Netorare disappeared with a puff of smoke.

I casually brought a cup of tea to my lips and drank. "So… where have you been-"

"I'm sorry!" Netori dropped down, bowing her head so low it might have been a dogeza.

"Get up…" I sighed, "I just want answers."

Netori floating back up, a wry expression on her face. "I suppose I owe you that much. You've been doing so splendidly lately. I'm really proud."

"Yeah, yeah… enough sweet talk. What's going on?"

Netori sighed. "Netorare has been fighting unfairly. The last few weeks she's been sending out missives to other gods in my name. I've been desperately trying to deal with crowd control. Gods and Goddesses have been continuously demanding my attendance, and most of them are more powerful than I am. Simply put, when a big name goddess like the goddess of love comes knocking, I can't say no.

"What kind of rumors?" I asked.

"Rumors… about my availability…" Netori spoke wryly. "It's, about this whole competition. It started out as a means for me, Netorase, and Netorare to settle a dispute."

"Which is the best form of NTR?" I asked.

Netori chuckled. "Yeah, something like that. Is it better to steal, to accept loss, or to share? We put our philosophies to the test. But then, Netorare made public the competition. All of the gods and goddesses were informed and even encouraged to join in. There are literally thousands of deities in this world. The last few weeks I feel like I've talked with all of them. Had they all flooded into the mortal plane and picked a champion, the world would have fallen into extreme crisis. With a thousand gods playing around in Japan, you can't imagine the consequences.

"It took me an exhausting amount of work, but I've limited the number of gods who are joining in massively. However, there was a cost too."

"A cost?"

Netori bit her lip and shook her head. "That damn Netorare spread rumors as to a certain prize for the winner. That was actually part of the reason I was so distracted. In the end, the upper gods ruled that the competition stood, even though I never agreed to it. I'm now bound by their law, just as assuredly as Netorare was bound by my law. It's about the nature of the game. Rather, it's about the reward at the end of the game."

"There is a reward?" I asked.

Netori nodded. "There is now."

"What is that?" I swallowed, looking at her dark expression with interest.

Netori was usually light-hearted and prone to teasing. It was rare to see her so serious. It made me understand just how serious this situation was to Netori.

"My hand…" Netori said.

"Huh?"

"For the winner of NTR Crush, goes my hand in marriage." Netori grimaced. "There are many suitors that have been eyeing me for a very long time. I've turned most of them down, but a few remained hopeful. After the rumors spread, they started harassing me, trying to catch me in an agreement. The elder gods finally settled it by declaring my game as the deciding factor.

"The champion with the most… assets… by the end, wins the game. And that god or goddess will proceed to take my hand in marriage, whether I want them to or not."

"There… has to be something we can do!" I said, dropping my fork.

She nodded. "There is something you can do. You can win."

I smiled wryly. I had just made a big speech to Netorare about not caring about winning or losing. Now, that seemed to be the most important thing.

Netori smiled helplessly at me. "All you need to do is what you promised to do with Netorare. I don't have a problem with anything you said. Take what you want, and keep it."

"What if… what I want… isn't as much as what other players want?" I asked cautiously.

Netori giggled. "Then… I guess I'll need to increase your… appetite?"

"Is that an offer? So, if I win, do you become mine?" I reached out to grab Netori.

She avoided me by floating just out reach, as she always did, while pursing her lips seductively. "If you win, then I won't have to marry anyone? If you want me… you already know what you need to do."

I smiled, taking the last sip of my tea. She was right. I really did know what I needed to do. When it came to NTR Crush, every player had their own play style. I had the goddess Netori by my side, and she only had one way that she played.

"I'm going to steal you, and everyone else I want too!"

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My name is Hakaru. It'd been almost two months since I had killed myself. However, my death was stolen by a goddess, and I was enlisted to play a game. My goal was simple. I was to take women and bang them. The more I possessed them, the more points I earned. The more I took them from someone else, the more I earned. So far, I have done things the old me would never have imagined.

I turned my ex-girlfriend Akiko into my sex slave. For a time, I had her date her dream boyfriend while banging me on the side, but somehow her loyalty to me had grown obsessive, and now she follows me everywhere. I had raped my sister and soon made her my lover. We now played regularly for fun. I had blackmailed and raped my teacher, and fucked her front of her daughter, who was my childhood friend. I even went up against a notoriously dangerous guy with ties to a gang. I played a dangerous game, and every day I took things to the next level.

That was why I was dressed in black, outside at night. My breath was unsteady as I sat in the bushes, looking into the brightly lit window of the home in front of me. An attractive woman came into my sight. Even though it was dark out and her blinds were up, she seemed to be completely unaware that her body could be seen completely through the window. Well, there was a fence around the property, so for all intents and purposes, you'd need to be very deliberate if you wanted to sneak a look into her window.

She had her hair up in a towel, and a second towel wrapped around her body. She opened it and let the towel fall to the ground, revealing her naked body. She was a pretty Japanese girl, only 18, with medium-sized breasts and a thin, yet sensual body. Her skin was pale and soft. The mounds of her breasts were pert and perfectly shaped. Her snatch was shaved and tight, a landing strip of brown hair accentuates her lustful pink slit.

As I feasted on her unaware body, she looked around the room completely unaware she was exposed to me. She bent over to pick something up. I was able to see her round ass, which faced the window completely. Her pussy and asshole were bared to me as if she was begging me to rape her. Fucking this woman meant points. Points would help me when the game. I had committed to doing whatever I had to do to progress in the game. Rape was no exception.

The girl started stretching, almost seeming to tease me with her body. It was when her back was to the window that I carefully, moved up to the wall of the house and grabbed the window. I very slowly lifted it up, trying to avoid giving her any warning. Thankfully, this girl didn't have any kind of screen protecting her from the outside world. Once I had the window open, I noticed her busy doing jumping jacks. I could only stare flatly and sigh. While watching her butt bounce with each jump was very erotic, there was a limit to how desperately a woman was looking to be raped.

I started advancing on her quickly, and I was only a step away when she finally noticed me. She let out a cry, but I grabbed her immediately and tossed her to the bed, putting my hand over her mouth. She immediately started struggling, trying to kick me off of her.

"Help!" She let out a scream. "There is a guy in here trying to rape me!"

"Shut up!" I snapped, slapping her butt, "Keep your mouth quiet or I'll kill you!"

I didn't feel comfortable threatening people's lives. I had done many bad things in the name of the game, but I at least wasn't someone who killed people. However, in this situation, it seemed to most fitting to get the results I wanted. It seemed to work as well, as she quickly quietened down and didn't attempt any more resistance.

I reached out, grinning as I began to fondle her bare breasts. They were soft and just a bit cold from her recent shower. Her nipples almost seem to react instantly, growing hard at my touch.

"Oo…. You're really a lewd slut, aren't you…"

"No… impossible." She cried out, trying to pull away again. "I'm a virgin. Please leave me alone."

"V-virgin!" I stopped myself with a cough, "Ah… that may be, but don't think I'll go easy on you!"

"Please, no… what did I ever do to you to deserve this!" She cried out.

"Hehe… you talk too much. How about you put this in your mouth instead!"

I scouted up and pulled out my cock, turning her head and shoving the large thing at her. My dick wasn't always so large, but thanks to the point system, penis growth was one of the many advantages of the game. I went from on the small size to having a beast penis. It could still go bigger, but at roughly 8-inches-long and 2 inches thick, I was pretty happy with the results so far. This girl seemed to like the length too because she didn't resist as I shoved it in her mouth

"Mmm… slllurp… mmsss…" She made cute lewd noises as she sucked on my dick.

Despite protesting a moment ago, now that she had my cock in her mouth, she sucked it like a pro. Her tongue danced around the bottom of my shaft, and she kept sucking the head with lewd wet noises. Her mouth felt amazing, and even though I couldn't get my cock all the way down her throat, she tried her best to swallow the beast.

"Ahh… shit… your mouth is good." I let out a moan.

While she kept sucking my cock, I continued to play with her tits. I could tell she was getting really aroused now. Her legs were squeezing tight and I could see moisture on her inner thighs. She was practically begging for my dick. However, her mouth was really enjoyable too. I tried to last as long as I could, her slurping sensations bringing me to the brink.

"Alright," I had to force my cock out of her mouth. "Now, it's time to fuck your virgin pussy."

She wiped her mouth and crinkled her brow. "Oh, no… please don't mister?"

"Mister? Cough…" I shook my head. "I mean, shut up, and spread your legs, your whore!"

"Ah… I can't resist it!" She let out a moan as I went between her legs and spread them.

"I'm going in!"

"No! You can't!"

I slid my dick inside her. It went in smoothly without much resistance. It felt really warm and good. Wresting my hand on her pelvic region, my fingers running through her pubic hair, I put my thumb at her clit and began to run it in concentric circles.

"Ahhn… yes… baby… I mean… no, stop!" She stuck out her tongue at me, giggling slightly before putting on a look of horror. "It's inside me, you're tearing me apart! Ahn… it's so big! I can't believe it fits!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" I pinched her nipple. "Just spread yourself well, I can cum in you right now, right?"

"Oh!" She rubbed her nipple, giving me a mock hurt look before giggling. "Why would I agree if you couldn't cum! And why are you asking! You're not supposed to ask. You're ruining the video!"

"A-actually…" another voice spoke up from behind us, "I can just cut out your voices in post, but all I can see is Hakaru's butt back here. I couldn't get a camera shot of him entering."

"R-really?" The girl under me sat up. "That's the best part. Shit! Watching a perfect little flower get penetrated the first time, and then afterword, once it's all stretched out and leaking white stuff! Stupid Akiko! I knew I should have asked someone else!"

"Who else would you want to ask?" I scratched my head. "Even if we found a professional into shooting hardcore stuff, a brother, sister incest rape scene with a 17 yo boy and an 18 yo girl is a bit problematic."

"Ahn… it's okay…" Akiko declared. "Here, we can just do a new position and he can slide it in again."

"N-no…" Maria pouted, "It's just not the same. My thighs are already all wet, and my flower is a little gapey. It'll be a few hours before it looks pure again.

"Th-then, we can film him entering my vagina and then switch to you right after!" Akiko suggested.

Maria blinked. "Actually, that might work!"

I shook my head. "What are you saying, Akikos a whore. Her pussy is so overused that calling it a flower is an insult to flowers!"

"M-master… hah… hah… when you say such mean things, you know it makes me horny."

"Look, it's still a few weeks to your birthday, Maria. When you said what you wanted for your birthday was a video reenacting our first time, I was a little hesitant. I don't think we can get it done in one go though. We got the hardest shot, me jumping in through the window and pushing you down. Pornos are done in multiple shots all the time. We'll just focus on entrance next time."

"N-next time…" Maria cried. "I'm really horny now. You're not going to leave your sister hanging, are you."

Akiko flopped down next to us. "Can I join in? That blowjob was really hot. I want some too!

"You're the bitch who ruined the scene!" Maria reached out and grabbed Akiko's nipples, one with each hand and twisting them.

"Ahhn… I'm not a camera person, I'm doing my … ahn…" She cried and moaned at the same time. "M-master, your sister is turning me on! You definitely must take responsibility for her actions!"

"Responsibility!" Maria shouted, "Stop trying to take personal time from me and my brother for your depraved mind. I'll shove a bowling pin up your ass and see how you like it…"

"R-r-really?" Akiko looked away. "I… don't think it'll fit, but…"

"Fucking slut!" She jumped on top of Akiko and started pulling her hair.

As much as I enjoyed watching the two women wrestle on my bed, Maria naked while Akiko panted like she was close to orgasming, I decided to put a stop to it before things got too serious.

"Maria. Hike up your butt. Let's get a little doggy in here. I'll pull your hair."

"O-okay brother!"

She immediately got off of Akiko and got into position. Maria always griefed me whenever I asked for anything around the house. The only exception was sex things. If I asked her to take out the garbage, she griped about it or flat out refused. If I asked her to suck my dick, she was on her knees faster than I could believe. Now, she was wagging her butt excitedly, naughty fluids dripping down her legs from earlier as she waited to get violated from behind.

"Akiko!"

"Yes, Master!" She saluted.

"Record it!"

"Mmm…" She looked down. "Wh-what about me?"

"If you get a good doggie scene shot, I'll let you clean the mess with your tongue, okay?"

"Y-yes!" Her expression grew excited.

There was a time I swore Akiko was a normal girl. However, while farming her for points, at some point I had broken the old Akiko. This new one did whatever I wanted without question. Her obsession and desire were without limits. She was truly my slave in every sense of the word. Occasionally, her exuberance would take her a bit too far, and I frequently had to punish her, but she never shied away from what I gave her.

"B-brother…" Maria said uncertainly, her head in a pillow. "I don't want her to lick down there… it still feels weird… with a woman."

"Hmph… you say it feels weird…" Akiko snorted. "I'm the one with my tongue up your flower."

"Maria, at some point I'll be bringing more girls home," I explained. "You should become used to it, okay?"

"R-right…" Maria lowered her head. "F-fine… clean me good, Akiko!"

"Y-yes!"

"Brother?"

"Yeah?" I asked as I positioned my dick behind her.

"You've been saying there will be more girls, but it's already been a few weeks. When will the new girls come join us? It just makes me anxious. I know I'll have to share you. It'd be best if they were mindless sluts like Akiko."

"H-hey!"

I slid my dick into my sister from behind and she let out a gasp while Akiko got the camera rolling. "Soon. I've already got several other women wrapped around my finger. You'll meet them soon."

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"I don't know what the heck I'm doing!" I complained with a sigh, flopping on my bed.

The reality was that the last few weeks, I'd mostly just been spending time with my sister and Akiko. There were no women wrapped around my finger ready to do my bidding. In fact, making any attempt to bring other women home was beyond me. I had already pushed myself to the limit to bring home the two women I had. How shameless would I have to be to start preying on a third? I didn't want to end up a scumbag like my father. The girls in my life were important to me. I'd rather Akiko and Maria never leave me, but that didn't mean I needed a third.

For as much as guys always went on about wanting harems, two girls were honestly enough for me. I was pretty much happy with what I had. Why would I want more girls? The more you have the more likely you are to lose it! This resulted in me turning a bit stagnant in the last few weeks. Yet, Netori had been on my case recently. Knowing I had to go out and seduce women and actually doing it was two different things entirely.

"You have been focused on your sister lately." Netori sighed. "Why don't you give your teacher some more attention? Or how about that Kira chick?"

Of course, there was my teacher, but the last time I had pushed her into sex she had acted almost robotic. It unnerved me how dead her eyes were. She really just lay there while I pumped away. On top of that, every time I slept with her, I kept seeing Kira's face, and it made me feel wrong. Simply put, I wasn't finding any enjoyment over banging my teacher. Deep down, Maria, Akiko, and even Gina had wanted the attention. Pursuing a woman who genuinely wasn't interested required a skin thicker than my own.

"Kira? She's not interested in me." I slapped my pillow over my face and spoke in a muffled voice. "Especially after I banged her mom, how could she even be interested?"

"How about that girl, Gina?"

"Do you want me to die?"

I had met her brother. He was a very scary guy. I wasn't about to recruit her into my harem here. Even if she was willing and happy to do it, a single word to her brother and every bone in my body would be broken twice. There was just no way.

"Okay, didn't you also have some interest in your mother?"

"She's my mother! Even if my dad is an asshole, cuckolding him is a little… plus she's my mother!"

Netori crossed her arms and sniffed. "Well, you didn't seem to mind your sister at all."

"My sister I at least had an idea about what she wanted. I've Dirt Scribed mom and it doesn't work."

"Doesn't work?" Netori frowned. "Oh… of course… right… it wouldn't on her… would it."

I blinked, raising my head. "What's that mean? On that thought, didn't you say that your skills only wouldn't work on other gods and goddesses?"

"Ah… that…" Netori let out a laugh. "There are also god's protected. It appears that she's protected by a god more powerful than me. You don't need to worry about it."

"Don't worry about it! This seems like kind of a big deal!"

Netori shook her hands. "It really isn't! It just means your mom did a service to a God or Goddess and they gave her their blessing. It's not that infrequent, I swear!"

I frowned, crossing my arms. A few weeks ago, mom had come home from her Halloween party drunk and announced that she used to be a shrine maiden. I had thought it all drunk talk, but it might be true. That would explain why I couldn't use dirt scribe on her in the slightest. However, I hated going in blind. I had three skills now, Locked Promise, Dirt Scribe, and True Feelings. None of them left me feeling particularly strong. Locked Promise was an ability that allowed me to make people keep a promise. Dirt Scribe allowed me to temporarily read a person's darkest secrets. True feelings made a person express how they truly feel. Of them, Dirt Scribe was what I used the most.

"What are my points at now?" I asked.

"6580," Netori said after clicking on her smartphone for a bit. This also means you have 3420 points left until you reach level 4."

"Damn…"

"At your current rate, it'd take about six months to earn them with the two girls you have. Their affection for you is just about maxed though, and there are few style bonuses you haven't already gotten out of it. Had this game gone the way I wanted, I wouldn't rush you and allow you to enjoy this time with two women, but since Netorare leaked the game and the other gods and goddesses have joined, you no longer have the time to play it safe."

"Akiko is strangely obsessed with me and Maria is my beloved sister. Do you think either could be easily taken from me?" I asked.

Netori shook her head and sighed. "You're missing the big picture here. I know you're afraid of losing what you have, but the best defense is a good offense."

"I think you have that backward."

"Whatever, the point is, there are things you can lose that you haven't even considered yours. The safest way to win is to keep getting points and to level even higher." Netori encouraged. "You can always buy a new skill. There is Second Chance, Orgasmo, Rape Forgiveness, Confusion, Cuck Break, or Slut Scale. You could afford any of those. Once you level, you'll be able to pick up the 10,000 point skills."

"Can I presume the level 4 skills are going to cost 20,000 points?" I asked.

Netori nodded. "You can always work towards them."

"Can you tell me what to look forward to?" I asked.

"Inner Desires allows you to determine what a girl truly wants. It differs from Dirt Scribe, which reveals a girl's dirtiest secrets and shames. One exploits their fears, the other exploits their desires. Trust Worthiness makes you instinctively trustworthy. People will believe you, and more easily forgive lies. Pleasure points allow you to pinpoint the parts of a woman's body that drives her crazy. It's a roadmap to any woman. Gift of Gab is exactly what it says. It makes you talk smoother and increases your charm. Finally, there is Perfect Penis, which makes your dick more pleasurable."

"More pleasurable? You mean, like bigger?"

Netori snorts. "You know, bigger isn't always better! No… this is more about the feel. Have you ever tasted something that tastes really good, but in your mouth it feels kind of gross?"

"Ah… I guess that sounds familiar, yeah…"

"Well, it's like that. It improves the mouth and pussy feel. Your dick just feels… better than normal dicks. Soft in the right places, hard in the right places… what? Don't look at me like that!"

"Eh? What am I looking at you like?"

"N-nothing…" Netori spun around, turning her back to me and crossing her arms. "It doesn't matter anyway, it'll be some time before you can afford any of those skills. Your methods of NTR are still too amateur."

"Would you rather I be like Jack?" I responded bitterly.

"No… nothing like him." Netori's voice sounded strangely distant. "I like the way you're turning out, but the problem is that time is no longer on our side. The others that seek my hand in marriage will not sit back idly and allow you to play favorites. You must become better, cleverer, and smoother than before."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

Netori sighed. "I never wanted to take too active a role in your development. I wanted you to naturally come into your powers so that one day you can… no… never mind. The situation has changed. We're going to have to start training!"

"Training?"

"That girl Akiko, she's aware of NTR Crush, isn't she?"

I nodded. "To an extent. I don't know if she truly believes there are powers, and the part about gods has been kept form her, but she does believe there is a game with a point system, and she wants me to win."

Netori nodded floating back and forth across the room as if she was pacing. "Perhaps she can help, but still, if I really want to… wait… I can use her!"

Suddenly, Netori's eyes brightened as she turned back to me. Her expression looked quite excited.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I know how we're going to train!" Netori snapped her fingers. "I have the perfect partner!"

"What are you talking about?"

Put all your side hobbies away. We're going to start intensive training next week. Be gracious human! This goddess herself will teach you everything she knows about getting women!"

"Do you even know anything about getting women?" I asked wryly.

"Hmph! Don't look down on me! I'm the goddess to every sex, so of course, I go both ways."

"I don't know if that sounds hot or a little perverted."

"Can't it be both?" Netori responded coyly, "Besides, this is only fair. Those stupid gods think they can bully me just because I'm weaker than I once was, I won't allow it! I will make you into an NTR machine!"

"Ah… that strange gleam in your eyes is creeping me out a bit." I growled.

"Tonight!" Netori snapped. "The park! 8:00 pm sharp! You have a date! This will be your true time to show that you are capable of becoming something more than just a loser."

"Hey, who is a loser? I have two beautiful women in love with me!"

"Your banging your sister and a Stockholm syndrome victim."

"Tsk… when you say it like that."

"Tonight! Be there!" Netori disappeared in a puff of smoke.

I sighed, grabbing a soda from the fridge and plopping down on the couch. With Netori gone, I had nothing to do. It was the weekend still, but Maria was out. I supposed I could call Akiko, but I didn't want her to start feeling like she was wanted. She was already way too far into my business at school. She started to be quite pushy. Lately, she was on a kick about studying for exams and insisted I had to get into a good school.

It was at that point my phone rang. I checked the ringer and was surprised to find Kira calling. We hadn't talked since that night I screwed her mom in front of her. Part of me felt really conflicted about Kira. She had pretty much offered me her body, but she had done it so casually that it left me feeling like something was off. In the end, I decided to not touch her out of respect for the friendship we once had. Maybe she wondered if I was still blackmailing her mom. She had made me promise to punish her mom.

"Hey. It's Hakaru." I said, picking up the phone.

There were muffled noises on the phone. I heard rough breathing. These sounds actually felt very familiar to me. Akiko had called me on the phone before while she and my old friend Derek had sex. Those background noises reminded me of that. Before I could say anything, a voice suddenly came over the speaker. It was Kira's voice.

"Please… Hakaru… save me…" She sounded like she was in tears.

I stood up, my eyes widening. "Kira?"

"I'm… sorry…"

"No! No, no, no…" A distant male voice said as it got closer.

"No!" She cried out as the sound of her phone cut with static.

"Hehe… so this is the guy you called?" The voice came through clear now as if the phone was now in his hand. "How interesting…"

"Who the hell is this?" I shouted.

"Hehehe… Naughty Kira needs a punishment for that one. Open wide!" Click.

The phone disconnected and I stood there in silence, my mouth open and a dead phone pressed to my ear.

"What the fuck?"

Shit! How could I possibly hear a phone call conversation like this and then completely ignore it? No! Kira was definitely in trouble, and it sounded like she was being abused by someone. That guy sounded older too. Damn it, what was going on?

Many years ago, Kira had been my best friend. My girlfriend at the time got really jealous over Kira, despite the fact she cheated on me with numerous guys, and the end result was that I stopped being her friend. Kira had always been aloof and distant since we had stopped being friends. I took it to be respect for me and my future relationships. Similarly, I had always tried to give her space. Honestly, I was too embarrassed to try to return to being friends after my girlfriend dumped me.

However, this was something completely different than letting her have her own love life! Especially after that weekend we had shared and everything she had done to help me gain the extra points I needed to blackmail her mother. She had even offered me her body casually. A shiver shot through me. How casual she was with sex meant she had to have experience with it before. Damn it! These thoughts were getting me nowhere.

Who should I contact regarding this? Would Netori be able to tell me where she was? No, she's busy putting together her new training camp idea. She'd probably get really annoyed if I tried to interrupt it so I could lament over a girl I wasn't even really pursuing. How about Akiko? She was my information network right now, but even she wouldn't know where Kira was right now. Then, it would have to be her!

A person's face popped up in my mind and I grabbed my coat and left. Grabbing my bike, I sped down the street to a house that wasn't too far away from home. That house was none other than the house of my teacher. It'd also be the house of Kira, her daughter. Dad wasn't with Mrs. Fukumi right now, and her own husband's schedule was something Kira had given me herself. I jumped off my bike and ran up to the door, still breathing hard. Knocking the door aggressively, I waited for her to open it.

The sun was setting and it was starting to get late. The door finally opened with several clicks, and Mrs. Fukumi's head poked out. She had the same dead-eyed stare she always gave me when I stopped by these days. Her face was flat and emotionless.

"Now is not a good time." She said in a deadpanned way. "I am on my period. Since there is blood-"

"I don't give a fuck about you or your period, Sasori!" I growled, pushing into the room and shoving her aside.

Sasori gasped, the first expression on her face was shock as I ran through the house, heading straight for Kira's room. She started to follow me, her flushed face growing genuinely angry.

"Kira!" I shouted, even though I didn't expect her to be there.

I shoved open her door and stepped inside.

"E-excuse me!" Sasori yelled as she blocked the door, a fist on her hip. "This is absolutely inappropriate! We may have made some… agreements, but that doesn't mean you can just barge in here like you own the place and-"

I ignored her yelling, which came off in the same disciplinary tone she used as a teacher when she was trying to make a student submit. Instead, my eyes were scanning the room, looking for anything that stood out that would explain where Kira was at the moment. Unfortunately, Kira was absolutely meticulous. Her room was cleaned perfectly, without a single door ajar or a letter left open. I touched her computer sitting on her desk, but it was locked. When Sasori saw me touching her daughter's computer, she finally had enough, walking up and grabbing my wrist to forcefully pull it away.

"You go too far!" She snarled hatefully.

My eyes matched her in ferocity and she could only stop in pause when she saw them. "Do you know where your daughter is right now?"

Sasori looked uncertain for a second but then said. "She's with friends."

"Bullshit!"

I pulled away from her and started going through the dresser, desperately looking for an address or something that might indicate where she had gone. I thought back over the last few months since I had reconnected with her and she helped me get a job. I had run into her in the red-light district. I was so focused on myself that I hadn't noticed that she was in love hotel central. Well, new western ordnances made most of the love hotels go out of business, but a few were still there. Why else would a high school girl just be walking around that area? It certainly had nothing to do with visiting her brother's new place.

Ah! That was right. She made a big noise leaving her brother's place which looked like a love hotel. Why would the careful and otherwise experienced Kira be so oblivious? Unless, she had just left a love hotel earlier, and wanted to be seen leaving this building as a cover. That way, if rumors sprouted up that she was seen in a love hotel, she could just claim she was visiting her brother's new game center and she'd have several people vouch for her. How long has this all been going on? Why was she putting herself through it?

Sasori's eyes narrowed and a dark grin formed on her lips. "Oh… I see what's happening. Has my daughter found a boyfriend? Now you're all jealous because you're not the only guy she fucks? Well… to hell with you! My daughter can date whoever she wants. We may have promised you our bodies, but that doesn't mean we have any loyalty to you!"

I grabbed her blouse and pulled her to me, causing Sasori to squeak. "You listen to me! Your daughter is out there right now being hurt, and you're such a shitty, selfish mother, not only are you not aware of the signs, but you dare mock the one guy who gives a shit about her!"

I let go of her shirt and then stormed out of the room. I felt frustration and anger. I hadn't meant to burst out against Mrs. Fukumi, but I still remembered how selfish she could be, and the look on her daughter's face when she put her own satisfactions above her family. Perhaps, that was part of the reason I didn't pursue Sasori Fukumi harder. In a way, she reminded me too much of my father. She was a carefree cheater who didn't care about her family in the slightest.

My next location to search was Kira's school backpack. I opened it up and brought out some papers. This time, Sasori was flustered, walking towards me much slower while rubbing her neck, an odd expression on her face.

That's when I stumbled on a group of photos. They depicted Kira in a variety of lewd positions. I forced myself to look through them, trying to see if there was even a hint. Sasori finally reached me, glancing over my shoulder at the images. She made a noise of disgust.

"You're still having her do those? I thought we had an agreement."

"These aren't her photos," I said softly. "And they're not mine."

"E-excuse me?"

"The night I came over here and blackmailed you, the reason you invited me over… I thought the same thing you did. I thought you caught Kira sexting with her boyfriend. There is nothing between Kira and me. She's just a friend. When she found out about the affair you were having with my dad, she wanted you to suffer. That's why…" I shook my head. "It doesn't matter now. I wasn't with Kira enough to notice, and her own parents didn't give a shit enough to notice. Now, she's out there somewhere…"

Sasori wrapped her arms around herself, her angry expression finally dissipated into the worried expression you'd expect to see on a parent, but she still said. "I don't… believe you."

I stood up and handed the last picture in the pile to her. It was a picture of Kira giving a victory sign, a frown on her face, her eyes just as dead as Sasori's were, and a cock cumming on her face.

"You've tasted my cock," I said. "Tell me, is that it?"

Sasori glanced down at the image, blushed, and then turned away. "No…"

"Is that a teenage boy at all? To me, it looks like a guy in his fifties. Look at his hands."

Sasori forced herself a second time and then nodded. "Y-you're right…"

"She called me about twenty minutes ago asking me to save her," I said. "Do you have any clue how to find out where she is?"

Sasori finally looked down, her expression turning defeated. "You really… the both of you… what you've done to me…"

I reached out and touched Sasori's face lightly, she shivered for a second, but didn't turn away. "There is a lot of anger both ways. I won't say I'm proud about what I did, but I'm not going to regret it either. My father is a cheat, and an asshole. It's taken me some time to decide the kind of man I am, but I've decided it's someone who won't throw women away."

I thought back to a time I had tossed Akiko away and shook my head. No, I won't do it again.

"You… said she called you?" Sasori asked.

I nodded. "She gave me her smartphone number a while back and-"

Sasori turned and walked over to the couch, opening up her laptop. "My daughter's phone would have pinged off a cell tower. Part of the agreement my husband made Kira agree to in order to have a phone was that we'd be able to track where it is."

My eyes widened as I sat down right next to her. "Of course. You're brilliant!"

"Hmph… I'm your teacher, did you already forget that?" Sasori pulled out her glasses from her pocket and put them on, her voice just a bit bitter.

The screen said loading, and a few moments later an address popped up on the screen. "Google it!"

"On it…" Sasori immediately copied the address to a search engine and looked it up.

I reached out toward the screen at the same time she did, our hands ended up touching. "The Fushumi Love Hotel!"

We turned to each other with smiles on our faces and it was only at that point did I realize how close we had gotten. Her lips were only a few centimeters from mine. With her glasses on and her expression no longer dull, she looked every part the teacher from my class than many guys had fantasized about. I realized my other hand was also on her lap.

"It'd take me too long to get there from my bike…" I said, suddenly feeling attracted to her for the first time since that first night we had sex.

"I-I have a car." She spoke back, her cheeks growing red.

"Then, I'll have to ask you to give me a ride," I said, pulling away and shaking myself from my daze. "Kira is in trouble."

"Y-yes…" Sasori nodded, closing her laptop and stood up, brushing off her dress.

"The keys?"

"R-right!" Sasori shook herself and then grabbed her purse pulling out her keys and pointing to the garage.

I followed her into the garage and the pair of us got into her car. It was a blue Mazda with a hatchback. I jumped into the passenger side and she started the car, opening the garage door. She paused for a second and turned to me before setting the car in reverse.

"Hakaru…" she spoke uncertainly. "Do you think I can become… a better mother, for Kira?"

I blinked and glanced over to her. "That depends."

"Depends on what?"

I shook my head. "What happens next."

Sasori nodded slowly and then pulled out of the garage. In short order, we were heading toward a certain love hotel and hoping Kira was still okay.

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It was night time when we pulled up in front of the location where Kira had called from. It wasn't located in the same red-light district where Deacon had opened his gaming center. This place was several districts away in a much seedier part of town where old eastern construction was still in use. A lavish-looking hotel with many neon lights caused the place to stand out in the crowd. It looked somewhat pricy as far as love hotels went, and I had a suspicion this place was able to hold on by being a spot frequented by many politicians and the like.

I got out of the car once Mrs. Fukumi found a place to park. I didn't hesitate to start heading for the entrance to find Kira. As she noticed me aiming for the love hotel's entrance, she let out a noise of surprise.

"W-wait for me!" She called, locking her car and half-running to my side. "You're being way too bold! Don't you see this is a love hotel? How can you just walk right in?

"Because I'm worried about Kira and I don't care about appearances." I rose an eyebrow.

Sasori blushed, "Well, that may be so, but I am your teacher, and the pair of us are walking into a love hotel, this could seriously cost me my job!"

I frowned. "Your daughter is in there, and you care about your job? Besides, any rumors that could spawn from this we both know are completely true! Don't act like you deserve to be a teacher after what you've done."

Sasori lowered her head. "You used to be such a nice boy, why have you turned out so awful?"

I sneered. "What can I say, I guess I'm my father's son."

Sasori winced at those words. She knew now that my father had been manipulating and sleeping with her for fun, and he didn't care a thing for her. However, even though she knew that it didn't stop her heart from feeling some pangs of hurt and anger. Well, I wasn't being particularly nice either. The fact that she uselessly allowed her daughter to end up in this state seriously angered me.

Then again, Kira was a teen who could make her own choices. It really wasn't fair to blame Sasori for this. I could just as easily blame myself as her supposed friend. Perhaps I was being a bit too hard on her. In fact, Sasori looked about halfway to tears. I sighed and then touched her shoulder gently.

"Sasori… I'm not my father. If it was you who called instead of Kira, I don't think I'd be acting a single bit different."

Sasori blinked, looking up at me with a strange glint in her eye. I shrugged and turned back toward the love hotel. This time, she followed me without complaint, but she made sure to keep her distance too. She couldn't help but blush again as she entered the doors. I turned back to her and gave her a questioning look.

"Didn't you hit up these things with my father?' I asked.

Sasori turned away. "O-of course not. He always got a full night hotel. Ne-never something so…"

She let the rest of what she was going to say drift away. She looked uncomfortable and uncertain. I ignored her and walked up to the clerk. It was a middle-aged woman. I was glad to see it wasn't an old couple like the ones who ran the hot springs. At least this woman looked like she fit in this environment. That wasn't to say she looked sexy or lewd. Quite the opposite, in fact, she looked like a plain nondescript wallflower just doing their job. When you worked a job in this kind of business, the less discomfort the better, so it was always preferable to have a weak presence that was quickly forgotten.

"Hey, have you seen this gir…" I asked, pushing the image across the counter.

Before I got it half way to her, I was hugged from behind and a hand pressed affectionately against the top of mine, stopping the picture from sliding forward. "Sweetie… I'm bored. Let's worry about this stuff later. Get the room for now."

I blinked as Sasori was suddenly touching me really affectionately, her chin on my shoulder, and a lewd expression on her face. Like the flip of a switch, she suddenly went from awkward to fitting in with this environment perfectly. It caught me off guard to the point my mouth fell open.

With my stunned silence, Sasori picked up the picture and slid it into my pocket. She made it look like she was taking a credit card from me, but it was actually her own. She tossed it on the counter in front of the woman.

"We'll take a suite. Four hours minimum?… that's fine… my baby can last!" She gave the clerk a wink.

The clerk barely even made a noise as she took the card and rang it without question. She handed the card back with some keys.

"Thanks… sweetie. Come on… honey, let's go to the suite!" Sasori slapped my butt and then dragged me into the back hallways.

As soon as we were alone, I turned to her, "Okay, what the hell was that?"

Sasori similarly looked angry. "Are you stupid or what? You're just going to ask! Do you know what kind of people run these hotels? It looks very suspicious! You may have gotten yourself in serious trouble if I hadn't saved you!'

Once again, I found myself shocked looking at the red-faced Sasori. She looked genuinely scared on my behalf. I had assumed at this point she'd hate me to the bone, so seeing the concern on her face was definitely not something I expected. She had been surprising me time and time again. Perhaps the Sasori I had built up in my mind after that single weekend with my father was not all there was to her. Still, I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of apologizing, so I stubbornly crossed my arms.

"Wouldn't it help you out if I ended up in trouble?"

Sasori lifted her chin. "I'm still your teacher. Whatever else has happened between us, I can't allow you to be hurt!"

When she said that, it felt to me like she genuinely believed it. I dropped my arms and shook my head, giving in.

"Okay… then if we're not going to ask, how do you want to go about searching for your daughter. That thing didn't give us a room number, right?"

Sasori's face started to return to normal and she wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head. "No, I'm not sure we'll be able to find Kira until she leaves. I was just planning on waiting in the car until she came out. Whoever she came out with I'd call the police on. You're the one who came barreling into the hotel like like some knight in a tale rescuing a damsel."

Sasori's face twitched and it looked for a second like she might actually smile. Somehow, the thought of me heroically saving her daughter amused her. I wasn't amused at all. I had saved Maria in exactly this kind of fashion a few weeks ago. I wouldn't hesitate to walk into a group of a hundred men and take her out of it with me. Even though Kira wasn't mine, she asked for my help and I was determined to give it.

"Hahahaha." A loud voice broke out in a boisterous laugh.

Two men appeared to be walking down the stairway and heading in our direction. Sasori gasped and then grabbed me. Before I could say a thing, she shoved me into the linen closet that some maid staff had left open and closed the door by all but a crack.

"Wha-mMmm!" I tried to say something, but her lips struck mine before I could.

I was left completely flummoxed as my teacher, a woman I had blackmailed and raped on two occasions, was kissing me in the closet of a love hotel. It was so surreal that I wondered if I had passed out. As we smooched, the men in the hallway were walking by.

"Well, I have to say, Mr. Chambers… you do have a good eye for women."

"I'm glad you enjoyed. I'm always a man who likes to share." The one named Mr. Chambers answered.

Wait, Mr. Chambers sounded familiar. That voice also sounded like one I had heard before.

"I'll say… it's a shame I have to go early. Will your girl be alright? She sort of just disappeared."

"She does that. You don't need to worry about her. I also must take my leave. I have some meetings I must attend early tomorrow and wouldn't be able to stay and play longer even if she was up for it."

"That girl was a real goddess…"

"Oh, you have no idea…" Mr. Chambers broke into another laugh as the pair left the hallway into the lobby and out of hearing range.

Sasori finally broke our kiss, gasping slightly. "That was close."

"Mr. Chambers…" I worked the name through my memory. "Our principal?"

Sasori nodded. "I can't believe we ran into him here. If he had caught us, it would have been awful."

I shrugged. "I'm not so sure about that."

Sasori looked up at me with a disbelieving look.

"Hey, we ran into him in a love hotel. He's a married man. I don't think he'd want his affairs getting out any more than we'd want ours."

I also noticed he spoke of sharing and goddesses. He couldn't be… I shook my head. It didn't matter right now. Whoever he was talking about didn't sound like Kira, and it was Kira who I came to find.

"I think if we want to find your daughter, we should head up to the room and come up with a strategy."

Sasori nodded. "Alright… let's go."

She peaked out into the hallway a few more times and when she was certain the coast was clear, she grabbed my hand and headed out. Glancing at the tickets, she headed for the stairway.

"We're on floor three." She informed me.

The pair of us headed up two flights of stairs. We could have taken the elevator, but the pair of us were on edge and an elevator felt a bit dangerous at the moment. No sooner did I reach the third story when I saw someone walking toward us. There was no reason to hide unless we knew the person, but I flinched anyway. It was only after that I realized I actually did know the person.

"Hakaru? Is that you? Shit, man… I never thought I'd see you in this place."

"Ah… it's you!" I said, grimacing. "Um… Gio, right? You're Gina's brother."

The man, Gio, chuckled as he approached. The last time I saw him he was wearing a suit and sunglasses, looking every bit like a Yakuza. This time, he was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and slacks. However, even this casual wear didn't hide his large build and intimidating facial features. He was no less terrifying to look at here than he was the last time I had met him.

As Gio reached us, he held out his hands. "Hey, what's going on here? This doesn't look like my sister. Not that I want to see you taking my sis to a place like this."

"Ah… actually… she's my…" I really didn't want to piss Gio off, but I had written his sister off a long time ago.

What are the chances that I would run into this guy again? How bad was my luck, seriously!

"I'm his teacher," Sasori said, and then immediately froze, realizing how that sounded.

Gio looked back and forth between the pair, and then burst out laughing. "Shit… man… you're hardcore. I was going to give you shit for holding out on my sis but damn it, a teacher. Now I respect you too damn much to care!"

Sasori looked down, blushing, while I put a forced smile on my face and pulled her close to me, selling my prowess.

"Ah, yeah. Things just sort of ended up this way. How about you, Gio? I never thought I'd see you in a place like this."

"How so?" Gio raised an eyebrow. "My dad owns this place!"

I coughed. "Oh… really?"

Gio laughed. "Ah… shit, you didn't know? Haha… that's too funny. Yeah, dad has his hand in all kinds of stuff. I only came out today cause dad's friend wanted to have a bit of a party. Guaranteed pussy, he said. Turned out it was just one pussy. I'm a man of culture… my friend, I don't stick my dick in no fucking meat toilet. I was just looking to see if I could find something classier, like maybe a hooker."

Sasori and I glanced at each other, the same thought spiraling in our minds. The meat toilet… it couldn't be… Kira?

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After some convincing, we were finally able to get the location of this so-called meat-toilet from Gio. We had to convince him that we weren't going to partake in the meat toilet, and it was more of a morbid curiosity. In the end, I told him it was something that excited my teacher. In the end, he was giving Sasori some very cold eyes and lowered his head to me.

"Look, I know banging a teacher is a major fantasy for guys, but this girl is a freak! Just don't stick your dick in something you'll regret, man."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said helplessly.

"See that you do…" He sighed, handing me the VIP guest pass to the room. "She's all used up anyway, so perhaps it'll be good if you see her in that state and decide to avoid it yourselves. Finish soiling your roots so you can give my sister a responsible man, okay?"

"Ah… yeah…"

Gio shook his head and shot Sasori another cold look before finally leaving.

As he walked away, he muttered to himself. "The kind of women they make teachers these days. Damn… and my dad sent me to an all-boys school. I think I'll need two hookers tonight."

I let out a breath when he finally left. As for Sasori, she crossed her arms, her expression pouty.

"You didn't have to blame me for everything." She said tearfully, "You made me look like a creeper!"

"It's for your daughter." I shot back.

As soon as those words were said, a somber mood crossed over the pair of us. Was this what happened to Kira? She got in some kind of debt with the mob and was now being shared as a meat toilet? Worst of all, could Netorase be involved in some way? This was truly a horrible situation, and neither of us was eager to find out the truth.

This was the reason we had come here, though. We couldn't abandon Kira now, especially coming this far. I tried to promise myself that no matter what situation I found Kira in, I wouldn't think anything less of her. However, my imagination put some pretty horrible circumstances in my mind, and I wasn't sure if I could keep the promise in my heart.

We approached the door, which was inconspicuous, just another love hotel room only just down the hall from our own. Any number of perversions could have been occurring in any of these rooms at this moment. The more I thought about it, the less comfortable this love hotel became. I had always seen this as an erotic place of excitement, but now it was starting to make me feel a little sick.

Taking one last look at Sasori, I slid the card door through and walked in. My sight immediately went to the naked woman on the bed. She was tied up, her butt in the air. She was on the bed, and it was covered in wet spots of various fluid. At various points throughout the night, she had been dragged all over the bed, and sex stains permeated the room as proof to that. Furthermore, the room was thick with the smell of sex, so much that I almost felt like gagging. Without saying anything, Sasori walked over to the window and opened it just a crack. That was all it would go, but even that much fresh air was welcome.

The girl herself was completely naked other than her restraints which left her arms and legs hogtied and restricted to the four posts of the bed. However, she was in an all four position. She looked like she had recently been used in this position, as there was some cum leaking from her pussy, and her asshole was gaping as if it recently had been stretched. Sasori distinctly avoided looking at the person.

As for their identity, that was impossible to tell. They had a bag over their head, and by my guess, a gag in their mouth. They were basically faceless. A hole you could fuck, well, two holes when it came to this girl.

"I-is it her?" Sasori asked nervously.

"Can't you tell?"

"H-how could I?"

"I don't know. You're her mother…"

"I can't say I've ever seen my daughter in this… this position!" Sasori grimaced.

I sighed, "Well, I guess there is only one way to find out."

I walked around to the head of the bed, where her head was wrapped in a breathable canvas bag and pushed into the bedding, in position to be ridden by any other man who walks into this room. I reached out and grabbed the bag. Sasori looked over at me and then gave a slight nod.

In a swift motion, I peeled off the bag. As I did so, the way I grabbed it got her mouth gag too. I ended up pulling it off in a rip. I immediately saw light brown hair and let out a sigh of relief.

"It's not her," I said, almost feeling like laughing.

However, if the person here was not Kira, that meant that Kira was still somewhere in this hotel. She could still be suffering too.

I turned to leave, but I barely took a step when the person on the bed spoke. "Hakaru?"

I froze, realizing that I recognized the voice. I looked back down at the girl on the bed. This time, I made sure to get a really good look at her.

"Eiko?" My eyes widened as I realized that the girl in front of me was my first truly serious girlfriend, Eiko.

"Did you come to fuck me too?" Eiko spoke unsteadily, her voice almost delirious like she was half in a dream-state. "Did you want to stick your dick in the girl who got away?"

"Got away!" Anger started to rise up inside me. "You cheated on me! A lot!"

"Hehehe…" Eiko started giggling, drool coming out of her mouth. "So, you want to spank me then? Fuck my ass and hurt me?"

"Are you on drugs?" I asked incredulously.

Her eyes looked somewhat dilated, and her speech was very slurred. The Eiko I knew had at least some shame, but this girl was wagging her bruised butt even as a gob of some guys cum leaked to the bed. Suddenly, she burst into tears, crying.

"Hakaru… I should have… fucked you when I had the chance. I just thought you were too nice. Hakaru is nice."

I shook my head, giving Sasori a look, who had a concerned teacher-like expression on her face. "I'm not nice. There are those who can attest to that."

"No… but you are!" She said, her sobbing stopping. "I would have fucked you so badly when we were dating, but I knew you weren't a freak like me. I knew you wouldn't do the things I wanted done."

"And is this what you wanted to be done?" I said, gesturing to her entire naked body.

"I don't know…" She started crying again. "I want to go home. Everything hurts. Have I paid off my debt? Can I go home now?"

"She's on some kind of cocktail of drugs. I don't know what, but you won't get any straight answers from her tonight." Sasori said. "She's not my daughter, but she is a student at my school. I believe she turned 18 recently. To see a student fall so quickly."

I shook my head and started undoing the straps. Sasori didn't say anything. As a teacher, she too didn't want to leave someone like this. She began to help on the other side. After a bit, we got her removed from the bed. Without saying anything, I guided her to the bathroom. She could barely walk and tried to grab my dick twice. In the end, she ended up vomiting on the floor. I finally got her in the shower and turned it on.

She fought and protested for a bit, but I cleaned her up the best I could and only then did I put her in some clean clothing that she had brought. It was our school uniform. It had been taken off carefully and put aside in a drawer as if it was her dignity being set aside for later. She had no panties or a bra on though. Those had been torn to shreds and covered in fluids. There was nothing worth recovering.

Eiko occasionally said things, slipping between crying and laughing, but she eventually just started to act sleepy, leaning on anything and anyone nearby with her eyes closed. We ended up leaving the hotel room with Eiko clinging to me. Now that she was cleaned by me, she had the fresh floral scent of this hotels shampoo. She smelled and looked like the Eiko. I had dated all those years ago. This was the woman who forced me to stop being Kira's friend. This was the one who had given me trust issues up until now.

By all accounts, I should hate Eiko with every fiber of my being, but I mostly just felt sorry for her. It went so far beyond disgust or hatred, that it wrapped around back into pity. Her braless chest was pressed against me and her legs wrapped around mine making it difficult to walk. Eventually, I took her down the hallway with Sasori's help. The lobby person didn't even look twice as we walked out of the room with the clearly drugged up student. I used my coat to try to hide as much of her school uniform as possible.

The pair of us ushered the sleeping girl out to Sasori's car. As soon as we lay her down across the back seat, she was already asleep. Although several bruises remained, she looked nothing like the meat toilet we had run into. Instead, she looked like an innocent high school girl. The difference would be jarring to anyone who saw it.

"Hakaru…" Sasori wore a complicated face. "Thank you… for helping me take care of her. I wouldn't be able to get over it had you just demanded we leave and search for Kira."

I stroked her hair one last time before closing the door. "Eiko was once a girl I dated. She's actually the reason I stopped talking to your daughter for a while. In a way, you could say she was the reason your daughter is in whatever plight she is right now. Had I not dated her, I'd still be close with your daughter, and maybe could have stopped whatever brought her here tonight."

"So… that's why the pair of you drifted apart. Another girl… I never knew…" Sasori responded simply.

It appeared she wouldn't hold any grudged on Eiko. Well, blaming Eiko for Kira's actions was a bit ludicrous anyway. I chose to end our relationship. If I hadn't done it for Eiko, I could have just as well done it for someone else.

"With regards to Kira…" I said, my shoulders sagging a bit. "I don't want to go back to that hotel. It makes me a little queasy. Your original plan was the right one. Let's just wait here and catch her when she leaves."

"Okay…" Sasori nodded, "Hakaru… you're actually pretty dependable."

I rolled my eyes. "Spare me, Sensei."

"No, Hakaru, I mean it." Sasori looked over at me. "You're not what… I expected. I've gotten to see another part of Hakaru today, and it honestly makes me feel a little bit happy."

I shot the woman a look of disbelief, preparing to shut down whatever delusions she was cooking up to justify our relationship, but right at that point a familiar face popped out of the hotel. Kira had her head down. She was wearing a long coat that hid her body, and she had a beanie covering her head and hair. It was a very inconspicuous dress, and if we weren't looking for her, we might not have noticed.

"K-" I stopped Sasori from shouting Kira's name by grabbed her mouth and body at the same time.

She blushed, shooting me a look of appreciation, but strangely enough, didn't pull my hands away that were wrapped around her. Her shout was enough though that it got Kira to turn towards us. We were both standing in front of a car she likely recognized as her mother's car. She might have been being conspicuous, but I realized quickly that we were doing a really bad job at it.

"We need to talk." I finally said, removing my hands from Sasori.

Kira sighed and then began walking towards us. Now was the time for answers.

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"Mother? Hakaru? What are you doing here?" Kira asked, her face turned away so she didn't have to meet our eyes.

Sasori and I glanced at each other and then I crossed my arms. "What do you mean? You called me? You said you needed help."

"That…" Kira shook her head, "I'm sorry, that was just a joke. You didn't need to come out here."

"A joke?" I responded in disbelief. "What joke?"

"Kira!" Sasori stepped forward, a no-nonsense expression on her face. "What are you doing coming out of a love hotel here in town so late at night? I'm your mother, and-"

Kira's expression turned angry in an instant. "Oh, you're my mother now? When have you been my mother? When you were fucking other men? When you decided to destroy our family? You, and dad, and Hakaru's dad… you're all cheaters, you all deserve each other!"

"Your father? What do you mean by that?" Sasori's brow furrowed as she reached out to grab Kira' arm.

"Forget it!" Kira brushed her off, pulling back. "Just keep doing whatever you want to do. That's how things have been so far!"

"Kira…" Sasori's expression looked hurt for a moment.

"Kira… if you're in trouble, I need to hear it." I cut in.

If I just let Sasori keep going, she'd likely just be arguing with Kira all night.

"You…" Kira's glare was no less diminished when it turned to me. "What right do you have to care! When have you ever cared about me and any trouble I'm in. Aren't you too busy banging your sister and Akiko? Yeah… I heard about that!"

"Kira, my sex life has nothing to do with this." I said, neither confirming nor denying her statements, "You're a friend of mine, and I want to help, especially when you call me asking for it!"

Kira stepped back, looking uncertain for a moment, but then she shook her head and her angry expression returned. "You haven't been my friend in years. Even you chose sex over me."

When she said that, her eyes immediately snapped to the backseat of the car. She seemed to have noticed Eiko was there from the moment she had walked over. She was still unconscious and sleeping steadily. Kira shook her head, an ugly expression on her face.

"Kira…"

"It seems that some things never change. We should have left the past in the past. My calling you tonight was a mistake. My only mistake."

"Kira, we're worried about you." Her mother spoke up.

It was then that Kira glanced at the pair of us again. Her eyes danced back and forth between the us like she was suddenly having a revelation. Suddenly, her anger turned into disdain and a sneer filled her face.

"So, that's how it is… I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you betrayed me."

"What?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"You were supposed to make my mother suffer! You were supposed to blackmail her and make her miserable. Yet, here the two of you are, practically acting like a married couple."

The pair of us turned to each other. We were standing together, our bodies touching. We were all but holding hands with similar expressions on our faces. We had approached Kira as a united front. Sasori wasn't distraught or angry. Rather, her concern was completely on Kira, as was my own. From the look, it was like we were a couple admonishing our child after we caught her doing something bad. Except, I was a high school kid no older than Kira, and I was supposed to be ruining Sasori's life in Kira's eyes. I realized now how it would seem like a betrayal.

"That's not…" Sasori stepped away from me, but couldn't stop a blush from reaching her cheeks.

Well, that wasn't helping things at all! I let out a sigh.

"Kira, I used Sasori to find out where you are. I'm concerned about you. You called me, and I came."

Kira lowered her head, her angry expression only diminishing slightly. "Well, next time, don't."

"Kira…"

"Goodbye, Hakaru…" Kira sniffed and I realized tears were falling down her face. "If you're going to keep fucking my mom, and least have the decency of being a bit more discrete about it. It wouldn't do well if the school found out about it like they did with your sister."

Kira turned around and started walking away.

"I won't give up on you!" I said, my eyes narrowing.

Kira paused for a moment. "I've already given up on myself."

She continued on, walking away. Sasori shot me a look. She seemed a little upset.

"What?" I said, shooting Sasori a blank look.

"You should have done more! Why are you letting her leave!"

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm not her parent? What can I tell her to do? She's right. We're barely friends anymore. Let's just go. Whatever happened is over. She can make it home safely on her own."

Sasori lowered her eyes. "I've… never been good with being open with my daughter. I always kept a distance between us that could not be crossed. Tonight just made that feeling much more solid. You want to hear something strange?"

"…"

"When you started to blackmail me, and I heard my daughter was similarly being blackmailed, somewhere, deep down, I felt it was something the pair of us had in common. I hoped… somehow, that it would bring the pair of us closer together. Instead, I found out that my daughter had planned this from the beginning, and I'm farther from her than I ever was."

"Sasori…" I said… not sure how to finish it.

Her eyes wandered towards the love hotel and she suddenly gasped, turning away. "Damn it, is everyone frequenting this hotel tonight?"

I looked over her shoulder, seeing a familiar face near the hotel. It was my father. Except, the woman on his arm was not Mrs. Fukumi, but some girl who didn't looking much older than 20. They were holding each other affectionately and she was giggling while he whispered things into her ear and kissed her neck. It was about as damning a scene as one could find in public.

I didn't know what to say. I had told her that dad was a cheater. However, being told something by the guy blackmailing you and seeing it for yourself were two very different things. For the first time, she was truly realizing what a piece of shit my dad was. Well, maybe those words lost a little power when they came from a guy like me.

The pair of them ended up slipping into the hotel. Sasori stared at the door for a long enough period of time that I started to get a little antsy.

"Are we going?"

Sasori finally broke her vision away and then turned back to the car. She got in the driver's seat and I got in the passenger side. Sasori began to drive home, but she was incredibly silent. She wasn't crying, so that was good. I didn't know how I could handle it if she was bawling her eyes out. We didn't see Kira on the way, so she must have taken some way that took her off the streets. About half way to the final destination, Sasori suddenly turned and pulled in between two buildings.

She slowed the car to a stop and parked. It wasn't in a bad area of town, but it was still an area that was dark and devoid of people, which gave it a slightly dangerous feeling. I glanced back and Eiko.

"Are we going to drop her off at her home? I know the address." I said.

"…"

Sasori continued to stare ahead, her eyes wide as if she was completely lost in thought.

"What is it?" I asked, feeling a little weirded out by her current behavior.

Sasori suddenly unbuckled her belt. Without a word, she swung over her legs and the got on my lap. I let out a cry of surprise as her lips suddenly attacked mine. Her hands went down to my pants, unzipping them and pulling out my dick. I pushed her from my lips.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"Just put it inside me." She said, her entire body shaking, "I want to feel it."

"S-seriously?"

I could barely process what was going on. I had blackmailed Sasori into sex a few times, but now she was coming on to me heavily. She was still my teacher, so I had always seen this relationship as a one way street.

"Wait… Eiko…" I tried to protest as she successfully pulled out my dick.

I was very hard. I had been for some time. We had been in a sex hotel for some time, and now this older woman was pawing me frantically with need. Compared to Maria and Akiko, Sasori was far more sexually alluring. It took a woman who had sex frequently and for her own sexual pleasure to truly show eroticism and lewdness. Maria had always had sex for stuff, whether it be a social standing or to satisfy her partner. Akiko was still learning, and doesn't really have everything figured out yet. However, Sasori was a woman. She knew what she wanted and when she wanted it, and right now she wanted my cock.

She lifted up her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, and within a minute I was inside my teacher. She closed her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure. Then, she began to rock up and down on my hips. When I initiated sex, it was easy for me to be in charge and remain in charge, but I quickly realized I had a weakness when the woman came on to me. I could act cruel and dominating to any girl, pushing her down and having my way with her for my own enjoyment. However, when that girl threw herself at me, I'd grow flustered and freeze, my control disappearing like smoke.

Perhaps that was the reason I still slept with Akiko. She gained me no points and my feelings about her were complicated, but I rarely initiated sex with her these days. Instead, she would push herself on me, and then I wouldn't say no. In this instance, Sasori Fukumi, my teacher, was forcing herself on me with another student unconscious in the back of the car.

Her body felt hot, but soft. Her butt was lifting up and down, allowing my cock to slide in and out of her. I wasn't doing anything and Sasori was taking care of everything. Even with Akiko, I usually played an active part in the sex. She might kiss my neck or suck me off until I was horny enough, but inevitably I would push them down and have my way with them. Yet, my teacher was in complete control in this instance.

"Ah… shit I'm going to cum…" I let out a moan.

Sasori kissed me again. "It's okay… you can cum in me. I'm on the pill now."

"Sasori…" I leaned forward and kissed her neck, causing her to gasp, her chest pressing against mine as her head tilted back.

"Yes… please… cum in me. Hakaru…"

I grabbed her but and pulled it down, pushing myself deep inside her.

"Mm… In deep…" She moaned.

My cock had enough. I didn't know if she came at all, but I couldn't last a second longer. My cooked swelled and I shot myself deep inside Sasori. She held me tightly, continuing to rock her hips as I jazzed deep into her womb. When it was done, she kissed me one more time, then pulled my dick out, fixed her underwear, and swung back into the driver's seat like nothing had happened.

Clearing her throat, she turned the car on and then headed off. She asked for directions to Eiko's place. We managed to leave her on her on a canopy swing inside the porch. She then proceeded to take me home without another word. When we stopped up in front of my house, I turned to her with a complicated expression on my face.

"Sasori… about everything…"

"Hakaru… on Monday at school… I won't be wearing any panties."

"Wh-what?" I let out a cry, my eyes widened. "Why are you telling me that?"

Sasori put on a strange smirk. "You're the only one who gets to know. What happens because of that… well, that depends on you."

I opened the door and stepped out. Sasori drove off, leaving me standing in front of my house. What just happened? Whatever it was, I had a feeling my life at school was now going to be changing radically.

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"Ah, crap!" My eyes shot down to my watch.

It was 10:15 pm. I had been thinking about Kira and Sasori so much that I completely forgot about Netori's training regimen. With a sigh, I considered whether the goddess and her so-called date would be there or not. Deciding it was far too late, I shrugged and took a step towards the house. At that moment, a person suddenly appeared out of thin air.

"You… stupid!" the girl cried, stomping her foot on the ground. "After I came to the park and everything!"

She was a beautiful goddess. She looked exactly like Netori, but there were a few subtle differences that you got used to if you saw the pair next to each other enough. She was just slightly shorter and just a pinch more baby fat. She also did her hair slightly differently in a braid. I was surprised to see her there though.

"Eh? Netorare?" I hadn't seen her since Netori had made her vanish over a week ago.

A second later, Netori appeared right next to Netorare. She crossed her arms as well and gave me a dark look.

"What is this? Are you saying that super training I was supposed to be doing was dating Netorare?" I made a face of disgust, not even able to imagine it.

Netorare hissed and then pouted. "I'm a goddess, don't you know? How dare you look down on me so much! I did all of this for you! Netori asked me to help train you on how to handle women! So, after I graciously decided to go out, I found that you didn't even show up!"

"Ah… I'm sorry… as to that…"

"Don't be… I had to drag her out kicking and screaming every step of the way. It's probably better you didn't come, or she would have made both of our lives miserable," Netori sighed, floating up into the air like she was lying down to take a nap after an extremely stressful day. "Besides, you've earned points today, I know. When a flag appears, you have to take it. I'm not too upset."

"What flag?" I snorted. "I was just worried about Kira."

"Kira?" Netorare incessant whining ended for a moment as she looked over in curiosity.

"Yeah, she's a childhood friend and she called earlier today wanting help. That's why I completely forgot about the training session."

"Is she your next target?" Netori asked. "I don't know… her mother seems much more willing. You've been making a lot of points off her today. If you play your cards right, you should be level 4 within a week. You can definitely get the remaining points out of your teacher, especially if you get her to play with Akiko or Maria."

"That woman…" I grimaced. "Mrs. Fukumi is just using me to hide her own insecurities. It's the same way as with my father. She's just throwing all of her desires and happiness onto me, hoping I can make it all better."

"Isn't that good?" Netorare suggested, cocking her head. "It makes her a really easy conquest. All you have to do is keep pushing her and she'll become completely infatuated with you."

"And who says I want that!" I shot back, causing Netorare to stick out her tongue.

Netori chuckled. "I agree with my player here. There is little point to a cheap win."

Netorare shot her sister an ugly look. "Is that the kind of advice you give your player? Do you want him to lose? You don't seem particularly helpful at all!"

"Lose? You're one to talk!" Netori returned the look, but then shrugged, "Well, I'm not going to cheat if that is what you are suggesting. I want Hakaru to win of his own ability. If I just walked him through everything, then there would be no point to any of this."

Netorare crossed her arms and sniffed. "You still think he's the one? Here I thought Netorase was the hopeless one."

"Enough sister!" Netori's expression grew angry. "You lost… predictably, so now you must follow along. Whether Hakaru has what it takes to win is none of your concern. What is your concern is giving him the best chance to do it!"

"It's not me who ditched our first date!" Netorare defended. "I'm honestly doing what sister says! Please, don't throw me back in the box!"

Netori's expression looked somewhat dangerous for a second, and Netorare looked genuinely afraid of whatever it was that Netori could do. Was that when Netori made her disappear before? I shook my head. I only had a partial understanding of anything they were talking about. After glaring at Netorare for a few moments, Netori spun away, turning toward me.

"Although it is true that Sasori is a bit questionable in her intent, it is also true you need the points. You gained many points with her recently, and with a small push, you can reach level 4 before next weekend. That should be our goal for the moment."

"But…"

"Hakaru… I know you are worried about Kira. You're afraid that if you continue to chase Sasori that you will drive Kira farther away. The fact you follow your heart is one of the things that lead me to picking you. However, you're just going to have to trust me on this one. Okay?"

I sighed, lowering my head. "Fine… Sasori it is. Of course, that leads to the next question. How do I get Sasori to stop running away from her problems?"

"Mm…" Netori nodded. "That is a tricky one. The answer to that… will come from my sister here!"

As Netori suddenly gestured to Netorare, she let out a cry. "Eh? Me?"

"She is the goddess of betrayal and loss. Only she can truly understand the psyche of a woman who is willing to betray her own loved ones."

Netorare eyed her sister suspiciously, but as she seemed to say good things, her attitude instantly improved. "Hehe… I'm glad sister has noticed her weaknesses and my strengths. That is right! I, Netorare, the beautiful goddess of loss, can truly help you understand a mere human's mind."

"That is why Netorare and Hakaru will be sleeping together every night from now on." Netori nodded.

"Eh?" Netorare looked back.

My eyes widened too, staring at Netori. There were a few seconds as the words truly started to set it. It was Netorare who exploded.

"What are you talking about!" Netorare cried out. "I am a beautiful and sexy goddess! You dare to tell me to lay with th-th-this human!"

I was also protesting. "Netori, I have Akiko and Maria, there is not much she can teach me in bed-"

"First off!" Netori turned to Netorare. "You've already banged Hakaru before. Don't give me crap about your purity. That body of yours has already been ruined!

"You… that… even though…" Netorare was puffing out her cheeks with indignation.

"Secondly, you agreed to aid me in any way I needed. This is the way I need! Maria and Akiko have already delivered about all of the points they can. There are many points to earn from a goddess, and you will give him all of them!"

"I-impossible!" Netorare spun away. "Points only come with feelings… even if you… even if we… do that… every night… a goddesses' feelings won't change so easily!"

"Hmph!" Netori crossed her arms. "I wanted to ease the pair of you into this slowly with a date, but I have a feeling we don't have time to take things slow anymore. Forcing you two to begin a sexual relationship is the quickest way for my goals to be achieved."

"You're crazy… I can't believe you would destroy your sister's chastity. You know you're asking me to basically give up all of my power, right? Mortals corrupt! It'll be a thousand years before I can return to heaven after doing what you want."

"That is… if we don't succeed."

"You…" Netorare lowered her head. "Success… you really do think he will-"

Their eyes turned to me, and then both women suddenly closed their lips. As to what they were talking about, it just seemed like sleeping with Netorare would allow me to gain points quickly. It was something like that. Still, I had my own feelings on the matter.

"I'm not really interested in Netorare. It's the same as with Sasori. I'm not someone who just chases people without reason."

"Hakaru… I admire that you're a man of principle, in fact, I am thrilled. However, your only success so far has been with your sister and a high school girl. Your practices have been in the small leagues. You need to graduate to someone a bit more in control.

"You saw it yourself, didn't you? When it's a high school girl, someone with a low body image or someone off guard, you can dance circles around them. However, as soon as they grow assertive, you back off. Sasori Fukumi is your teacher and a prime example. When you're blackmailing her or she's drunk, you can easily push her down and tell her whatever you want. However, when she comes on to you, you lose control of the situation.

"It was the same way with Kira. As soon as she put her foot down and refused to tell you anything, you began to back up. Your confidence is better than it has ever been, but you've never needed to butt that confidence against another person who was just as assertive."

"Wait… were you guys watching?"

The two girls looked away.

Netori shrugged. "When you didn't show up at 8, of course, we'd come to you. We saw most of your time in the love hotel and your time with Sasori and Kira. We also saw you let Sasori take complete charge! You aren't assertive at all!"

"Th-there was Jack!" I threw out. "I was assertive with Jack!"

"You had Gio backing you up, and Jack was not an assertive guy. He had no beliefs or desires. He simply pushed his way forward with violence. In many ways, he was a weakling, more insecure than anyone."

"H-hey…" Netorare raised an eye, and then sighed. "It's true. In the same way, you sit back and leave things to fate because of your insecurities, Jack would overcompensate because of his. That was his failing in the end. If you don't learn how to face a challenge head-on, you might as well give up NTR Crush.

I bit my lip. I wanted to say something in my defense, but they were absolutely right on their account. I was never someone who was assertive. Once getting enough, it didn't occur to me all that much to take more. If I took more, there was always the chance I could lose it. Suddenly something occurred to me.

"I mentioned once that I was worried that I wouldn't want what other players wanted. You told me you'd increase my appetite. Is Netorare your way of doing that?" I asked.

Netori let out a chuckle. "Who knows?"

"H-hey! I'm a goddess! Sister… you're not treating me like some sacrificial lamb, right? Wait, that's exactly what you're doing, isn't it! I can see it now! Have my body used for points until I'm nothing but a husk of a goddess!"

Netori ignored her sister. "Netorare will sleep in your bed every night. Make sure to use her to her fullest."

"Netori!" Netorare looked like she was being betrayed, a step from breaking into tears.

Netori's eyes snapped onto Netorare. "You must do as I say. Both of our futures depend on it! Stay close to Hakaru. Don't give him your usual bad advice, but teach him how to be the man we both want him to be."

"Netori?" I raised an eyebrow. "What's going on? You sound strange when you say that!"

"Netori?" Netorare's eyes widened.

Netori sighed. "I'll be leaving for a while. I have something in heaven I have to take care of. It should only take a week or two."

I frowned. "Really, you're leaving already? And you're leaving me with her?"

"S-sister… this couldn't be about…" Netorare's eyes flashed fearfully.

Netori nodded. "I need to make sure that he doesn't learn about the game."

"I didn't tell anyone associated with him!" Netorare took a step forward. "I swear! Even I wouldn't go to the extent of letting him know. She keeps him on a short leash, you know? His circles are small these days. It could be another decade before he hears a peep."

"Or…" Netori sighed. "He could be on his way already."

"Impossible…"

Netori shrugged. "It's probably just paranoia, but now that things have settled down with the decree, I'm going to make sure that no one accidentally tells him."

"Netori? Netorare?" The two girls got real serious suddenly, and I had no clue what was going on.

Netori shot me a forced smile. "I'll be going. Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it. Netorare will be taking my place. You can cash points with her. She'll also put out, or heavenly law will make her do it like before. If you want to have sex, Netorare will do her best."

Before I could say another word, Netori vanished.

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Monday came too quickly, and I was back in class with everyone else. The previous two nights, I had ended up sleeping with Netorare. Well, we slept in the same bed. No sooner had nighttime fell than I went to bed. With the lights out, I flopped into bed next to her. My hands reached out to touch her, but halfway to her body, her eyes snapped open.

"Don't even think about it!" She growled.

"Eh? But, Netori…"

"I'm not sleeping with you! I'm not!" She huffed.

"Is that so?" I asked, grinning.

I reached over and touched her leg gently. She let out a cry, trying to move away, but instantly chains appeared, preventing her from resisting it. Just like Netori had said, Netorare was completely defenseless. She was stuck under the law and I had the full right to do whatever I wanted to her. She let out a cry, desperately fighting her chains, but she couldn't stop it as my hand slowly went up her robes.

"Stop!" She cried out. "Don't! E-even if you do it with me, you'll never earn points! I hate you! You're a pervert! Worse!"

My hand stopped suddenly, my lips only a few inches from her own. I smiled, removed my hand, and then flopped down on the bed right next to her. I closed my eyes and sighed. She blinked, staring up in confusion before finally turning to me.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She demanded suspiciously.

I opened one eye. "Eh? You said stop? What do you want now?"

"Y-y-you actually stopped?"

"What's the point if I'm not going to earn any points?" I shrugged.

"The point?" Netorare's eyes widened, and then her eyes narrowed. "Are you speaking of sleeping with a goddess like it's a chore!"

"Huh?" I blinked. "I'm just saying if there is no point…"

"No point? No point! I'm the best fuck you'll ever get! I'm a goddess. You should feel lucky for even being within an inch of my greatness!"

"Then, are you saying you want to fuck?" I asked incredulously.

"Of course not!" She sniffed angrily. "But that doesn't mean you shouldn't want it."

"Whatever…" I rolled away, "You just better not snore."

"I'm a goddess! I don't snore!" She cried out.

She remained in a huff for some time after that. I felt her eyes watching me deep into the night until she finally fell asleep. As it turns out, she snores really badly. A particularly loud snort in the middle of the night woke me up.

I grabbed her and tried to turn her over so she'd snore into her pillow at least, and then she suddenly grabbed me.

"Geehee… Hakaru… no touching…" A strange smile formed on her.

"I'm not touching!" I growled.

"Oo… naughty boy… well… maybe just a little. No… stop… You lowly mortal. Yes… you can be my slave. Gee hee…"

I realized her eyes were closed while she had that creepy grin, and all of her words weren't being addressed to me at all. Her talking was worse than her snoring. I sighed, collapsing next to her and using my music headphones to block out her talking and snoring.

So, school returned quickly with my nights spent like that. Sitting in class, I watched Sasori who was wearing a long skirt that went down to her ankles. I supposed in school she should be Sensei or Mrs. Fukumi, but I was having a harder and harder time not just seeing her as a woman. Was she really not wearing any underwear? I kept glancing at her skirt wondering about that. She gave nothing away in class. She was really good at keeping her face free of emotion while she was teaching.

After school, I planned to take her over her school desk. If there was one thing, I was good at, it was milking a girl for every point she was worth. If my teacher wanted to play sex games at school, then I would happily play with her until she was completely mine. It'd be better if I felt her emotions were genuine rather than escapism, but there wasn't much I could do about that. The game must continue.

"Hey, Hakaru… how's it hanging?" The bell had just rung for lunch and I looked up to see Derek smiling down at me with a harmless expression.

"What is it, Derek?" I responded flatly.

"I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch together." He smirked.

I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you weren't talking to me anymore? What happened to Halloween?"

Derek and I had sort of made peace after Akiko left him like she left me. He did have a bad personality and he was an asshole, but in some ways that made it easy to be his friend. You didn't care what an asshole thought about you, for example. You also didn't care if you screwed them over. I also had to admit I had fantasies of Derek getting into a relationship with a new girl, and then me NTRing him, in the same way, he did me. When I did it with Akiko, it was

Derek shrugged. "Sorry, man. I was being childish. I mean, Akiko was your girl, to begin with, and then I took her away. The fact she ran back to you is whatever. Bros before hoes, right? Why let our relationship fall apart because of women."

This was pretty interesting. Of course, I didn't trust Derek a single ounce, but to see him suddenly trying to regain my friendship, I was definitely suspicious. He held out his hand to me and shaking it felt like shaking hands with the devil. However, I was curious was his game was about. I had mostly left him alone. We were friends for a while and so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. However, if he wanted to push things, then I still felt like he had gotten off light.

I took his hand and smiled. "Sure man, oh, wait, there was something I needed to do for the student council during lunch. Sorry…"

Derek smiled back at me, his expression just as passive. "Of course, man. The offer is always open."

The pair of us separated and I headed out into the hall. I went to the boy's restaurant and waiting for most of the halls to clear out. Only then did I pop out into the hallway, heading for the student council's room. Checking carefully as I moved, I made my way over to the room they used to carry about their activities. I carefully kneeled and listened at the door.

"What are you doing?" A voice came from behind.

I spun around to see the vice-principal. I stood immediately and bowed.

"Mr. Fukumi, I'm sorry, I was just checking to see if the student president is in. I didn't want to disturb them otherwise."

The vice-principal, Mr. Fukumi, was Kira's father and Mrs. Fukumi's husband. I bet he didn't know his wife came to school today without panties on. Whatever went wrong in Kira's life, I had a feeling that this man was involved. She had said that previous night they were all cheaters. She spoke of her mom and her dad. Her dad was cheating as well. That was something she let slip. I suspected Mrs. Fukumi picked up on it too, which might have been part of the reason she started throwing herself at me, especially after already seeing my dad in another woman's arms.

"Ah, you're looking for Kira?" Mr. Fukumi's eyes brightened. "That's right, you used to be close friends with her. My wife was just talking about that recently."

"R-really, Mrs. Fukumi mentioned me? Nothing bad I hope?" I smiled innocently, even though I felt a bit awkward speaking to Mr. Fukumi.

I had banged his wife. Unlike most of the people I had done this to, I had no anger aimed at this man. When it came to Jack, Derek, or even my father, they were all assholes that I didn't mind stealing from. As far as I knew, Mr. Fukumi was an okay guy. Even if he was a cheater, it wasn't nearly at the level of my father, and he seemed to genuinely care about his daughter, which is more than I can say about my dad towards me.

"No… she was just mentioning that you and Kira had rekindled your friendship and you may be coming over to the house occasionally."

Leave it to Mrs. Fukumi to already create alibis. If Mr. Fukumi ever saw anything suspicious where I was involved, Mrs. Fukumi would undoubtedly blame it all on her daughter.

"Yeah, Kira is a good friend. I've had some friendship issues lately and Kira has been nothing but supportive." I gave a vague answer that still complemented Kira.

"Ah, I have heard a lot of rumors about you lately, some disturbing." The man's eyes narrowed, but then he laughed. "Children can be so cruel, making up any story they can to discredit each other. My daughter has always been the selfless type, doing things for others when she should worry about herself. I'm glad she has been able to help you. People you can trust are hard to come by, so I'm glad you had her. Actually, on that note, could you perhaps do me a favor?"

"What is that, sir?" I asked nervously.

"Make sure to look after my daughter too. Her grades are still good, but she comes home very late and has seemed very distant lately. Honestly, so does my wife, but she can take care of herself. As for my daughter, it'd be good if a friend she could trust would watch over her as well."

"That…" I nodded. "Of course, Mr. Fukumi. On that note, do you know…?"

"Ah! That's right, you're looking for her. The last I heard she had some business with the basketball team. She was discussing club fund allocations with their team leader. If you go out to the sport's shed, you might find her there."

"Thanks!" I said.

I bowed again and parted ways with Mr. Fukumi. I only felt worse that I was having such a relationship with his wife. The guy seemed genuinely normal. I headed outside. It was a chilly day and we had both indoor and outdoor basketball courts. Thus, I was surprised when I headed out to the sports shed and I saw the basketball team huddled around the sport's shed.

As I got close, a guy turned and put his hand out, stopping me in my tracks. "Heh… this is a basketball team exclusive. You're not allowed"

"What?" I asked.

Another guy turned and blocked my way. "You heard him, beat it. Coach says this is our award for reaching regionals."

A strange feeling came over me, and two fists launched into each of their guts. The two men made shocked sounds, but I was moving before anyone else even realized I was there, let alone that I had attacked two of their teammates.

I shoved through the group of guys brutally. I got curses and a few elbows, but I fought my way in, a sinking feeling growing in my gut. I finally burst through into the sport's shed. There was a sports mat in the middle of the floor, and Kira was on her knees in the middle of it. Her shirt was pulled down exposing her breasts. She had two boys with their shorts pulled down and their dicks out, one in each hand. Several others had their erect dicks out and were stroking them, while still more filmed it on their phones.

She was jacking the boys off, and by the look of wet spooge on her face, chest, and the floor, they were not the first. Kira was currently servicing the entire basketball team with handjobs! Someone shouted from outside, likely one of the guys I punched. This brought notice in the dimly-lit room to me. Kira looked up from her duties, her eyes locking on me for the first time. They widened in shock for a moment, but then the light seemed to dim out of them.

"Kira…" It was the only word that came out of my mouth.

What else could I say?

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Without a thought, I reached out a grabbed Kira. This was no different than the times I had run into Maria or Akiko. Maria was placed in a situation exactly like this. I just arrived right on time to keep her from making a mistake. Akiko had ended up even being raped by several guys. I managed to pull her away too. This time, the only difference was that it was Kira I was holding. I might have been a little late, but it was never too late to save her.

I ignored the damp feeling as I picked her up in my arms. She let out a cry of protest and struggled. Her body was wet and oily, and my grip slipped. Her leg fell down. No, I would definitely save Kira. She was my friend. Perhaps she was the only friend I had ever really had.

"What do you think you're doing?" A guy suddenly shoved me.

Kira slipped from my hands, landing on her feet and skidding a few steps away. I reached for her again, but she looked startled and pulled away. A knee slammed into my gut. I let out a wheeze, backing up a few steps. It was only then I looked away from her, only to see a fist slamming into my face. This time I collapsed on the mat.

"Fuck…" I groaned.

"Hey!" Someone shouted. "This is the fucking guy who bangs his sister!"

"That fucking pervert?"

"He's trying to feel up the student council president all to himself!"

"Kick his ass!"

This call didn't go unheeded. A shoe slammed into me. And then another. I lashed out, hitting someone. I then attacked someone else. More people came to their aid. I was shoved down by at least a half-dozen guys. I looked up to see basketball players all around me. I hadn't moved fast enough, and now they were all kicking me. Pain shot through my body and more and more bastards were kicking me. I had to stop reaching for Kira and start protecting myself. Unfortunately, I had already taken too many blows.

I didn't know how long the beating went on. The kicks and punches all sort of blended together, and it became just one long continuous feeling of pain. When it finally settled, the world was blurring and I could barely see shadows. A certain shadow seemed to come out of the darkness. It was a naked woman, but her features were too indistinct to see.

"I'm sorry, Hakaru," She said, her voice was the familiar voice of Kira. "I know you wanted to save her like a hero out of a story. I'm sorry. It was never going to work out that way."

The distant shadows grew until there was complete darkness, and then my head hit the mat as I slipped off into unconsciousness. When I awoke, I was confused for a few moments. I sat up, only to feel my head throb with pain.

"Hakaru!" Two large soft things suddenly pressed up against me.

"Ah… wh-what?" I shook my head and tried to make out the person holding me. "Sasori?"

"I heard about it earlier and came here right away. Since you're my student and we had no nurse at school today, the vice-principal allowed me to watch after you. Some boys had brought you in. Who did this to you? I tried to get answers, but no one admitted to anything!"

"Ah…" I touched my head, feeling a surge of pain. "That… the entire… basketball team."

"The basketball team?" Sasori blinked. "Why would they bully you?"

I tried to work through everything that had happened. Kira was there, and I tried to save her, and yeah, I got my ass handed to me by a dozen boys. No, before that, they were getting an award. It was the couch! I started explaining everything that I saw to Sasori, my tongue getting tied several times. She had to ask questions to clarify a bit, but eventually, I managed to work through the entire story.

When I was done, Sasori had her head down, her expression hidden by the relatively low lighting for the infirmary. The infirmary was a typical medical center for a school. Most people who had to go to the nurse's office just wanted to lie down in the dark for a while, so the place usually had the blinds up. Thus, I was lying in bed in a fairly dark room with Sasori sitting next to me, still in her traditional teaching attire. As for why there wasn't a nurse today, that seemed odd to me. Maybe Sasori made some kind of deal with the nurse?

"Kira can do whatever she wants," Sasori spoke up, bringing me back to looking at her.

"What?" I said, my voice tinged in disbelief. "Seriously?"

Sasori shrugged. "What am I supposed to do about the girl? She won't talk to us. She goes to love hotels in the middle of the night. She sexts and takes erotic photos. Now, this. She's barely recognizable from the girl I raised. I don't know what to say. I have a slut of a daughter."

"Sasori!" I sat up, grabbing my head as I grew dizzy. "This is your daughter! How can you say that about her?"

Sasori gritted her teeth. "You've seen the pictures she takes! Maybe… maybe she wants this to happen? Did you ever think of that? She could have gotten my help, but she doesn't want my help! She doesn't want me!"

"It's not about want!" I snapped. "You're her mother!"

"St-stop!" She said, her face flushing, "I don't want to talk about this right now."

"You…"

"Let's just talk about you… and me… okay?" Her face seemed to turn lewd as she looked me up and down.

"Me and you?" I said incredulously.

Her hand reached out and touched my thigh. "I saw you looking at me in class. You were wondering if I was really not wearing panties, weren't you?"

"Sasori…" I shook my head.

Sasori stood up, and then unzipped the side of her skirt and slid it down her long legs. As soon as they fell to the ground, her naked lower half was exposed. Her dark bush, pink slit, and round butt were on complete display for anyone in the infirmary. Fortunately, I was the only one there.

I wasn't in the mood. My thoughts were still wrapped up on Kira. Meanwhile, Sasori was trying to abandon any responsibility. She was trying to entice me because flirting and having sex felt better than dealing with the reality of her broken home. I wanted to say exactly that, but I didn't think it would do any good. Worse, her naked body was enticing, and I grew hard looking at her.

Her eyes snapped to the tent in my pants instantly, and she licked her lips. I tried to grab her hands and stop her, but she was very forceful, and soon my dick was out in the open.

"I locked the door." She purred. "I'm your nurse, so you definitely have to listen to what I say!"

She ended that sentence by going down on my cock. I leaned back and moaned as she engulfed my cock in a way only an experienced woman like her could. Netori and Netorare had both told me that I needed to get whatever points out of her that I could. In some ways, it did feel better to forget about my problems with Kira and to just have sex. At the very least, I wasn't going to resist.

"Mmmm…" Sasori moaned and gasped as she sucked lewdly on my member. "Hakaru's cock is so tasty. And you're so big too. You're going to split me open."

She climbed on top of me and started riding me. I eventually got into the rhythm of it and played with her tits while she bounced up and down on my cock. She was very enthusiastic, which was much different from the dead-eyed girl I had blackmailed before. In a way, she was like a whole different person now. She may be an older woman, but she was sensual and erotic, and the way her large hips gyrated and my cock felt amazing.

"Cum inside me, it's okay…" She moaned. "Come inside your teacher."

"Sh-shit…" I moaned as she bounced up and down on my cock.

The bell rang just as I exploded my load. I came deep inside of Sasori, my balls emptying inside her. She graciously took it all with an excited look. With that done, I actually did feel a little bit better. I felt like I could think a bit more and my headache went away. It wasn't a great time for it, but I genuinely felt like it had been a good therapy for me. It was just what I needed at that moment.

"The bell rang," I said after catching my breath.

"Mmm…" She giggled lowering herself and kissing me, even while she continued to grind her wet pussy against my softening cock. "End of the school day. Time to go home."

"Ah… is that so?"

She nodded, biting my lip before pulling away. "I'll go first. Tomorrow… I'm going to wear a shorter skirt, but I still won't have any panties on."

She winked as she slowly got dressed, putting on a show of sliding her dress back up her nice curves. When she finally left, I shook myself out of my daze. Overall, I didn't know what to do with Kira. For all intents and purposes though, did I have to do anything? I already had Sasori. There were other women in the world. Perhaps it was a mistake that I had been focused on Kira. It wasn't even like I wanted to use her for points or anything.

I got dressed and then headed out the door. As soon as I opened it, I ran into Mr. Fukumi. A strange feeling washed over me.

"Ah! Vice-Principal!"

He smiled in a friendly manner and patted my shoulder. "Are you doing okay? I heard you got into a fight? I'm glad my wife could watch over you for a bit. Sorry about the lack of a nurse today. Budget cuts. Technically, we'd get cited if the board found out, so if you can keep it hush, hush."

It was at that point that I realized that while Mrs. Fukumi didn't care about her daughter, Mr. Fukumi was different. I wouldn't tell him the truth, but I could tell him a bit about what happened to his daughter, at least a subdued cliff notes version. I couldn't get to her myself, and Mrs. Fukumi had completely tapped out. So, he was my best hope of finding help for Kira.

"Um… Mr. Fukumi. About that fight…"

Mr. Fukumi shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I already questioned the boys. They said that you thought you saw my daughter kissing someone on the team, grew into a jealous rage, and started attacking people.

"Sir!? I didn't."

"It's fine… I'm glad you protected my daughter. You're a good man…"

"No!" I shook my head. "We need to talk! This is about your daughter. I need to tell you some things?"

Mr. Fukumi raised an eyebrow. "Is there really a problem?"

I bit my lip, and then slowly nodded. "Yeah, I think it'd be best if we talked."

Mr. Fukumi scratched his chin and then gave a distinct nod. "Very well, then please, head to my office. I have something I have to fetch, and then we'll have an honest discussion. How does that sound?"

I let out a relieved noise. "Yeah, that sounds great."

Mr. Fukumi directed me to his room and then went into the nurse's office to get some information, as he called it. I felt a little awkward talking to this man, considering I just slept with his wife. More than that, I was depending on him to help Kira because I couldn't. Considering what I had done to him, this all seemed kind of strange. However, this was my best bet toward helping her. This might be Kira's last chance at salvation. I just hoped her father knew what to do.

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I walked into the office of the vice-principal and sat down nervously. The room was much smaller than the principal's nearby. Other than the desk and two chairs, there was a TV on the wall and a bookcase. The whole room felt a bit claustrophobic.

As I waited, I thought back to everything I had witnessed. Kira's downfall had certainly caught me by surprise. Part of that was because I had always thought she was such a rock. She had always been so steady and capable, that it never occurred to me that she'd be in any real trouble. Even if something happened, I always thought that she'd be able to handle it.

There was also part of me that felt that it didn't really matter. I didn't owe Kira anything, there was no particular reason I had to protect her. She was a childhood friend, but we hadn't been close in years. This all felt like more work than it was worth when it came to her. Okay, at the very least, I'd let her father know. I began working on what I was going to say to him. By the time he came into the room, I had settled on a story.

Mr. Fukumi sat down across from me and smiled. "Hello, Hakaru. So, what is it you need to tell me? Remember, this is a safe space, so you can share anything and you won't get in any trouble, okay?"

I nodded, deciding it was easier to look at his desk than at the man himself directly. "I believe your daughter is being blackmailed or somehow coerced to do things she doesn't want to do."

Mr. Fukumi made a noise of surprise. "My… my… what do you mean?"

"A few nights ago, your daughter called me late at night. She asked for my help, but then a man spoke on the phone. He seemed… dangerous, and then he hung the phone up and wouldn't let her talk to me. I've tried to talk to her, and she avoided me. Then today… today… I saw her with a boy. They were… doing stuff on school grounds. That's why I got into the fight. She's a student council president, so I know she wouldn't act that way on her own."

"She's a teenager like any other?" Mr. Fukumi suggested.

I shook my head. "He… um… he said something about the coach. The coach gave her to him as a reward!"

Mr. Fukumi's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure that is what you heard?"

I nodded. It was as close to the truth as I was going to get. Was the coach an NTR player? Was he blackmailing her? What could he have on her? I didn't know the answer. I also wasn't going to reveal everything to Mr. Fukumi.

Mr. Fukumi leaned back, shaking his head. "Wow. That is incredible. These are very serious accusations to be leveled at a teacher. You understand this, right?"

I nodded. "I just felt you needed to know."

Mr. Fukumi sighed. "This is truly worrisome. And to think… I sent you there to see that."

My body froze for a second. After being beat over the head and in all of my concern, I had let that little detail slip from my mind. He was the one who suggested I go there. She was exactly where he said. Plus, he interviewed all of the students. There was no way they would have been able to cover this up as a lie. He definitely would have talked to his daughter, and even if the boys said I was the aggressor, I still didn't think Kira would sell me out like that.

Of course, these thoughts of mine were crazy. He was her father! Even if her mom was unreliable, her father was someone who cared about her. How could he know what was happening to his own daughter? How could he allow it to happen? He couldn't be the blackmailer, could he? I suddenly felt danger in the air. I no longer felt welcome in this supposed safe space.

"Ah… well, I've said what I saw. I think I'll go then." I tried to make an excuse to leave.

"Before you go…" He said as I stood up. "I'd like to give you a piece of advice. It's best not to lie when you tell stories."

I stopped. "I didn't lie."

"Really?" Mr. Fukumi's smile grew until it looked sinister. "You said there was only one boy fucking my daughter. I seem to recall the entire basketball team having a turn."

Silence permeated the room. I was frozen in place. He had said it. He had actually said it. I had hoped to leave with him thinking I wasn't suspicious, but he went and made sure I knew the truth. My body trembled, and my fist clenched. I truly fought the urge to leap across the table and beat his ass. He was a bigger man than me, though, and even if I won, I could face horrible repercussions attacking the vice-principal.

"You… to your own daughter?" I said with bitterness in my expression.

"Of course…" Mr. Fukumi chuckled. "She is mine, after all. I made her. I can do whatever I want with her."

"You…"

"You could say… it's how the game is played."

I hissed, backing up until my back hit the door. It was only two steps. "What do you want?"

"I want to show you something. He grinned, pulling out a disk and sliding it into a DVD player that he had next to his desk. It was connected to the tv. With a click of the remote, a video started playing. It only took me a few moments to realize what it was.

"Ahhn…. Hakaru… fuck… fuck… fuck… keep it up!"

It was an image from not long ago. Mrs. Fukumi was riding me. Her exposed ass showed on the camera as she bounced up and down on my cock. The camera appeared to be hidden on one of the cabinets, recording the whole thing. That's why Mr. Fukumi went back to the nurse's station. My mouth was dry. I made five attempts to work moisture back into it.

"You… you think you've got me? Blackmail?" A cruel smile formed on my lips. "I don't give a fuck about your wife. She's just a toy I stuff with my big cock! You leak this video. It'll hurt her. It'll hurt you. Somehow, I think the underaged student who fucks his teacher will walk out of it just fine. You'll only ruin your family, your reputation, and your life!"

Mr. Fukumi blinked, and then he burst into laughter. "Oh… my…, aren't we the serious type! My, my… you completely misunderstand me. I'm not the bad guy at all. I may play the game, but that doesn't mean we must be opponents!"

I narrowed my eyes. "Aren't we though? Why else would you record me with your wife? Why else would you send me to see your daughter?"

Mr. Fukumi smiled again, his expression not changing from before. "Because… I want you to keep doing what you're doing!"

"Wh-what?"

"Haha… when my god came to me and revealed that my wife was cheating on me, my heart hurt so much. I was convinced that I was going to die. That feeling was horrific, painful, and also exciting. He showed me another way. He showed me to embrace my pain and in it find pleasure." He paused the recording of me and his wife just as she was cumming, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "Do you see that look on my wife? I've not been able to make her look that way in years. Yet, here you are, making my wife ride you on top like some kind of slut. She's never looked sexier to me!"

"Th-that's crazy!"

"I heard you're fucking your sister. Well, I see my daughter in the same way. Except, I don't want to fuck her myself. I want to see her defiled by other men. I admit I lied too. I didn't talk to the basketball team. I was there! I was in the shadows, watching as one man after another blasted it all over my daughter's face. As a father, it made me feel sad the state my daughter has fallen to, but as I man, I've never felt more alive!"

"You… you…"

"The reason I've come to you today is that I want to work together." Mr. Fukumi's lewd expression turned more serious. "I want you to keep banging my wife. Defile her. Make her your little tasty slut. I heard that your father almost had her in gangbangs. I won't say you must go to this extent, but it wouldn't be bad if you at least got her swapping partners.

"You can enjoy my daughter too. And my girlfriend. Haha… you haven't met her. She's a 15-year-old Freshman. She was totally into me so I couldn't help having her virginity. She's as timid as a mouse though and absolutely infatuated. If I tell her to play with you, she'll definitely put out."

"Why would I do any of this?" I demanded, my mind still struggling to keep up.

"Why… so I can watch?" He chuckled. "Have my wife. Have her on our marital bed. Make her do the lewd things she'd never do with me. I'll be in the closet, touching myself, cumming on a pair of her underwear!"

"That's disgusting! How could you win that way?"

"I won't win!" Mr. Fukumi laughed. "Who cares about winning anyway? You'll be the one who wins. After all, you get way more points for stealing than I get for watching. However, I keep earning points, and I get what I've always wanted… I'll get to see my family happy!"

I put my hand over my mouth. "I feel sick…"

"There are other men playing this game. Dangerous men… and dangerous gods to boot!" He turned serious. "You need me! If we work together, I know we can win."

"And your god is okay with this?"

"He's the one who wants this! He's only ever wanted to help his sisters!" As he spoke this, a form suddenly appeared next to him.

I let out a cry of shock. He was a man who wore nothing but a black leather mask that covered his entire head. He had no shirt and wore a black thong with leather straps. He truly looked like a pervert, the god of perverts! The god didn't speak a single word, merely crossing his arms and looking at me through a mask with eyes I couldn't see.

"What the hell?" I cried out, shocked by his frightening appearance.

Mr. Fukumi patted the guy's arm and smiled at me. "As long as you keep having an affair, I'll keep benefiting. You might as well take my offers and earn even more points. It also doesn't just go that far. I'm happy to help you with my skills too. We can both earn skills together, and synchronize them. Why do you think none of this ever gets out? God's powers are truly wonderful. Being able to force every participant to keep quiet, unable to say what they did. We can do anything in this school. We'll be gods. That's what this has always been about. That's the prize at the end of this game."

"What are you talking about?"

"These powers… we're not like humans anymore. They'll only grow stronger and more incredible. We're being turned into gods. When you win, you will be a new god, and I'm happy to be the lesser god by your side. So, what do you say?" He put out his hand to me.

I stared at it. "A-about Kira. The blackmail… I'll only take her exclusively…"

Mr. Fukumi's mouth turned bitter for a second. "I'm sorry."

"Seriously? You want to be my ally but you won't stop doing that to your own daughter!"

Mr. Fukumi shook his head sadly. "You misunderstand. I'm not the one blackmailing Kira. I already told you, there are other players, dangerous men. This is why I've come to you. You've already won a goddess. I'm tired of being under that bastard's finger. My God and I, we don't have the strength or the personality to fight back. You, however… you might just be able to stop him. So… do we have a deal?"

He reached out his hand once more. I stared at it. More points. More women. Less effort. No guilt. Mr. Fukumi's offer really was an incredible one. My hand started moving towards his. I didn't really know if I planned to clasp it or hit it away. However, before I could decide, there was a slap, and a woman was standing in front of me. My eyes widened.

"Netorare…" I said.

She had knocked away his hand, a furious look on her face aimed at the leather-faced man.

"Cuckold! You dare seek to push my man into a corner." She said angrily. "I will never allow it!"

A stormy feeling filled the room as two deities faced each other.

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"Netorare…" I let the words out in surprise as I saw her standing there for the first time looking genuinely angry.

The god, Cuckold, stared at her through his mask silently, watching her with interest. As for Mr. Fukumi, his eyes widened at the sudden appearance of another god, but then he smiled, retracting his hand casually.

"So, you must be one of the goddess sisters I've heard about. Cuckold has told me about you. He also mentions how you've shunned him all these years. He just… wants you to let him in. Is that so much? He is your close kin, after all."

"Yet, he still won't speak for himself?" Netorare sneered and then turned to me. "Cuckold is a coward. Don't let their soft demeanor fool you, these guys are pushovers. You don't want to work with anyone Cuckold chooses. It will only end badly. Let's go, Hakaru."

"Ah…" I looked at Mr. Fukumi one last time. "You really… won't help your daughter?"

Mr. Fukumi put on a sad smile. "Only you can save my daughter, and I'll just keep on watching. Help me, or don't help me. You're still going to have my wife. You're still going to fight for my daughter. Points will come to me one way or another. Just think about it. I can passively earn points off you, or I can be the one used by you, and help you achieve your goals."

"Come on, Hakaru!" Netorare grabbed my hand and pulled.

Mr. Fukumi didn't stop me as I was dragged out the door. Soon, I was walking down the hallway with Netorare holding my hand. It was a little strange. She was wearing the school uniform, so it was likely she could be seen right now by other people. She was being seen with me, and anyone who saw us might think we were dating. After finding a spot free of people, she stopped and spun back to me.

"Hakaru, Cuckold isn't really my brother. He's just another god like my sisters and I. He wants to latch cuckoldry onto our great name, and use us for his own success. He's a parasite. The man he chose is no better. They won't propel you to greatness, they'll hold you back."

I scratched my head, "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm not really sure I understand the difference between Cuckold and NTR anyway. You're Netorare. Aren't you just like Cuckold?"

Netorare gritted her teeth irritably, reaching out and pinching my arm while glaring at me. "How dare you compare me to that man!"

"S-sorry." I shook my head. "Rather, it's just that you two are often spoken of together!"

"Tsk!" She finally let go of my arm so I could rub it while wincing. "I am the goddess Netorare. I am the goddess of being cheated on and losing another. Netori is my counter, she believes in theft and taking what you want. Netorase is our balance, she believes in sharing. Our champions will reflect who we are. For example, I chose Jack because he was a boy who understood loss. He lost his mother when he was young, and came from a broken home. He wanted to take because he had suffered so much loss. Do you understand?"

I frowned. "I'm not sure. What is cuckoldry then?"

"Cuckold is giving up. It's changing your world view to fetishize failure. It's about losing everything, and pretending you like it! Just because I represent having someone taken away doesn't mean I don't want their company!" Netorare declared passionately. "Don't you understand? I am an essential part of relationships. I allow those who wish to find someone better suited for them to do so. I allow those who fail to learn from the experience and become better.

"When it comes to Cuckold, there is no improvement. There is no better. You give up, and convince yourself that the pain you're experiencing is actually something you enjoy. It's the ultimate coward's path!" As Netorare spoke, the disdain and disgust in her voice were readily apparent.

I had never thought about it all that much, but Netorare had a point. She may be the goddess of loss, but that also put a certain degree of sadness in her aura. I had always wondered why she picked a guy like Jack. In fact, Netori had picked a guy like me, who seemed like the last guy who personified stealing women. Picking a champion has to come down to something a bit more than your past. Maybe it was your driving force. Jack was all about making cheaters of every girl he met, whereas I preferred to play for keeps. Meanwhile, Mr. Fukumi was happy scrapping out what little points he could by apathy.

There was one major thing to take away from that meeting. Mr. Fukumi was not the one who was doing this to Kira. There was another who was keeping the vice-principal under his thumb. Would that be the coach? Was he also playing the game?

With those thoughts, the sight of seeing Kira like that came flooding back into me. My heart sank, and I felt a massive feeling of loss. Perhaps, it was because I was next to the embodiment of loss herself, but I suddenly felt an extreme connection with her. Seeing Kira like that, it had to be a kind of feeling which Netorase must have put up with all the time.

Suddenly, it all seemed to click in place. I looked at Netorare with new eyes. It started to make sense to me. How had I been so foolish all of this time?

"What's with that look?" Netorare suddenly grew startled.

"Netorare…" I sighed, pulling her hand which was still absently holding my own and then hugging her tightly. "You're mine now."

"Wh-wh-wh-what are you on about!" Her entire face turned red as I held her tightly.

"Whatever losses you've had before. Whatever happens in the future, I absolutely won't allow you to be lost. I'm Netori's champion, but I'm yours as well, Okay? I won't turn to Cuckhold. I've decided. I'm going to build a harem."

Netorare jerked for a second, but then she looked at me with eyes as if she had never seen me before. "R-really?"

"I'm only one man. For a time, it felt odd to be with more women. I kept telling myself one more was enough. If I had Maria, then I wouldn't need Akiko. If I had them, then I didn't need Kira. I wanted to steal the girls, but I was afraid of loss. I don't know why, but suddenly it doesn't feel so scary anymore."

"Y-you can still lose everything." She whispered against my shoulder.

"Then I will take it back!" I said, shaking my head. "I get it now. You said it yourself. Netorare, loss, is about learning from your mistakes and growing. If I'm better than any other man, then I would never need to experience loss."

"Hakaru…" She said breathily, her eyes starting to brighten for the first time since I had met her.

"I was just like Mr. Fukumi. I was just like Cuckold, right? I was settling to keep me happy. Saying I was just happy with Akiko or happy with Maria… or that I didn't need to keep getting stronger. It was just another form of cowardice! Deep down, deep inside, I was scared of losing. I was scared of you!"

"Ah!" She made a surprised noise.

"That's why Netori was pushing us together. She understood the lesson you could teach me. It just took seeing Cuckold… receiving that offer… until I truly understood what I must do."

I grabbed Netorare tightly and smiled. "I'm going to win. This isn't a game where you can take what you want and then leave peacefully. It's all or nothing, and I'm in it for everything!"

Netorare broke into a smile, a subtle look of wonderment in her eyes. "You really do get it. Netori was right… maybe you can…"

Her voice drifted off, but she wasn't pushing away from me. Rather, a smile floated on her face and she put her head on my chest, her soft hair pushing against me and a pleasing godly aroma drifting from her feminine body. I was reminded that this was a goddess after all. More than that, she looked just like Netori, a beauty I hadn't touched since our first time together. I had slept with her once, but it had been somewhat rough and desperate. The thought of having Netorare in a more intimate encounter caused me to grow aroused.

"You know… you mentioned back there that I was your man."

"Wh-what!" Her voice came out high pitched. "Th-that… I misspoke. I meant champion, you're my champion."

As she said this, she held me tighter, her eyes refusing to meet mine. I eventually reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up. The goddess didn't resist at all. Her face was rosy with embarrassment, and it looked impossibly cute. Finally, her eyes looked at mine. They held a tinge of fear and confusion, but also of want and desire.

"I'll be your man, as long as you accept there will be other girls who may steal my time."

"I'm Netorare…" she said with watery eyes. "I'd be angry if I didn't have to fight for your time."

Our lips met, and we started to kiss. She tasted cool and sweet. Her lips were warm and plump, and her body was the perfect feel to it. Her small tongue darted out into my mouth, and I realized quickly that a goddess was a really good kisser. While Netori wanted me to learn some lessons from Netorare, perhaps becoming a better lover was also part of it. I was eager to allow Netorare to start teaching me at that moment.

"Ahem…" Someone cleared their throat behind us as we made out.

I pulled away and looked back and then made a noise. "Ah, Eiko?"

Eiko, my ex-girlfriend and the school slut, was standing behind the pair of us as we made out. Netorare used the excuse to pull away. She immediately straightened her outfit, even though her cheeks were still red.

"I'll be going then." Netorare turned and fled before I could stop her.

The second she turned the corner; I could no longer hear her footsteps. I was certain she had dissipated as soon as she was out of sight.

"Tonight…" I whispered under my breath as I turned to Eiko.

Somehow, I had a feeling that Netorare heard me. I felt a sense of anticipation in the air, or maybe it was just me. I finally turned to Eiko. I wasn't excited to see her in the slightest. In fact, I wore a frown on my face. I still had a lot of resentment when it came to her. I may pity her, but that wasn't anything close to caring about her.

"Hakaru…" She said, crossing her arms, an uncomfortable expression on her face. "This last weekend, I remember parts… you brought me home."

I nodded shortly.

"I don't know what you were doing in a place like that. It's not suited for you." She said.

"I had a friend I was trying to save. I thought you were them. It was simply that."

Eiko nodded. "You're speaking of Kira, aren't you?"

I paused for a second, but not seeing any reason to lie, I nodded my head. "Yeah. It's her."

Eiko remained silent for a second, looking like she wanted to say something but was resisting. Eventually she just gritted her teeth and shot me a look.

"I… owe you for what you did. So, if you ever need a favor let me know. Also some advice. You need to stay out of it. This entire school… it's… wrong."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Let's just say… the corruption goes all the way to the top." She said. "I won't pretend I'm an angel. I have… a sex addiction. It's why I left you. However, it's also why I know there are a lot of people here who will take advantage of that…. And I'm not talking about students."

"What are you saying? I asked, lowering my eyes.

"I'm saying, stop showing interest in Kira. She's in a situation just like me. I've had boyfriends in the past who tried to bail me out, only to end up expelled, in prison, or worse. You won't be able to save her. Just let sluts like us find whatever enjoyment we can out of it."

Her words suddenly felt like Mr. Fukumi's defense so much. In a way, Eiko was a coward too. She just fled, using sex as her means of retreat. She said it goes to the top. Wouldn't that be the principal? The superintendent? The school board?

"Are you happy?" I asked instead.

Eiko blinked, and then lowered her head. "Of course… I'm not happy."

"Then… neither is Kira." I responded, shaking my head. "I'm bringing it down. I'm bringing it all down."

"You…" Her eyes widened as if she was staring at a complete stranger. "Who are you?"

"Just watch…" I chuckled. "I'm the man who is going to take everything."

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"So, what do we do?" I asked, pacing back and forth in front of the girls.

"Eh? I think you should move out of my way; I'm watching the tv." Maria whined.

"No, I mean, the school is corrupted and students are being used as sex toys. Shouldn't we do something about it?" I demanded with a furrowed brow.

"Why is it my problem?" Maria shrugged. "I'm graduating this year."

"And what about it? Maybe you're the one being blackmailed next!"

Maria smirked and glanced up at me. "Is that it? Brother is afraid his big sister is going to leave him for another man?"

I lowered my brow and growled. "You wish! You even think of doing something and I'll definitely make you pay!"

Akiko giggled, "You should listen to him, he has his ways."

"That's not helping!" I shot her a look. "Don't you have any information on this?"

Akiko sniffed and crossed her arms. "What are you suggesting? Are you saying I'm the kind of slut who would know about such scandals?"

I coughed, turning away. "As to that, it's just… you were so informed when it came to Jack…"

I hastily put together an excuse. It wasn't really fair to drag either girl into this, but I didn't know what I was getting into. Eiko was only willing to warn me away. As to telling me more on the subject, we weren't that close. Maria appeared to be completely apathetic to what was going on at school. That left only Akiko as someone who could truly help me get information. At the end of the day, I was still a guy. Women talked, and they may talk about things that would never reach my ears. It was that kind of thing.

Akiko giggled. "Well, if you need me to go get information, I will. I can find out what's going on pretty easily."

"Can you make me a promise then?"

Akiko raised an eyebrow. "Another one? Are you saying you don't trust me?"

I gave a grim smile. "These people… they're not like Jack. Maybe it's better to say they're exactly like Jack, but way more dangerous. It's not a matter of trust. No matter how loyal you feel towards me, there are ways they could strip that feeling away from you."

"S-seriously…"

I nodded, glancing at both girls, "Maria, you pay attention to this as well. The people that I'm going up against now, they may defy common sense. Even your best intentions and desires may not be enough. They know that I'm in a relationship with the two of you. That story is all over school now. That means… you're both in danger."

Maria finally lifted her head up from the television. "Are you for real?"

I nodded, trying to instill every sense of seriousness and warning into my look. "They will try to take the pair of you. If they can't do it through traditional methods, they'll try blackmail, or rape, or anything else."

"What kind of people are you hanging with?" Maria asked incredulously.

"It doesn't matter." I shook my head. "What's important is that you don't give them anything. Even if they promise they'll help me in some way, don't listen to them. If you suddenly find yourself doing something you regret, don't be afraid to tell me. Come home immediately, tell me what you did. I mean it. I don't care if you blow a hundred guys. I'll still be waiting for you."

"You don't care if I blow a hundred guys?" Akiko tapped her cheek. "How interesting!"

"Of course, I'd care!" I growled back, causing her to snicker. "I want you to promise you'll never cheat on me with another guy. Or a girl for that matter. A person! Swear you won't cheat! Then, if you do it, I know there was really something shady going on."

Akiko sighed and then stood up, holding her hand over her heart. "Alight. I promise I won't cheat on Hakaru with anyone else. Okay?"

I took her lips, sealing the Locked promise. Maria made a similar pledge, but she looked a bit more confused. Even though I kissed her for effect, I actually didn't Locked Promise Maria. I could only use it on one person anyway, and Akiko was a lot more likely to cause trouble. When it came to trusting, I still had none when it came to her. She had helped me a bit, but she was also the one who cheated on me in the first place. Once a cheater, always a cheater, or something like that. Plus, Akiko was sociable while Maria was a bit of a recluse. I had no doubt she'd spend most of her time hiding in her room, where Akiko might very well end up right in the enemy's lair.

With them both hearing what I had to say, I felt a little better. Part of me wanted to tell them everything about this game. I still didn't mention anything about goddesses. I just said that there were people who wanted to steal the women in my life, and I was encouraged to steal their women as well. With that resolved, I decided the next course was to go to Mrs. Fukumi's house. I did want to see Kira and see if she was doing okay, but I was also concerned about Mrs. Fukumi the most. Sasori was quickly becoming one of my women. That meant that she was most vulnerable at the moment. Given that her husband wasn't on my side, that meant I needed to find some way to warn her.

I ended up calling her on my phone after I sent Akiko home.

"Sasori…"

"Ah… Hakaru… naughty boy, calling me like this."

"Are you… alone?" I asked.

"Hehe… Kira is in her room. Would you like us both again? You don't really need my daughter anymore. You can have me twice as much."

"We need to talk; I'm going to head on over."

I didn't bother to take my bike this time. I dressed somewhat nicely and walked to their house. I wanted to make a serious expression on Mrs. Fukumi. Plus, I wanted to give her as little reason to push this into sex as possible. If I came over wearing shorts and sweating, she might think I rushed over for a booty call or something. I needed to be careful when speaking to her. She may be my teacher, but she was also unexpectedly fragile in many ways.

When I knocked on the door, it was not Mrs. Fukumi who opened it. I immediately froze, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Oh… Hakaru? Here to see Kira?" Mr. Fukumi said in a chipper voice, smiling.

"Ah… Mr. Fukumi. It's good to see you home." I only just managed to keep myself from frowning as I forced my cheeks up.

He opened the door but as I passed, he whispered. "Or are you here to enjoy my wife?"

I tripped, barely managing to catch myself as I walked inside. The smile on his face didn't change. In fact, it seemed to grow even brighter, as if the thought of me touching his wife excited him. I thought the tension of knowing that I was banging his wife would make any interactions with this man extremely awkward. Somehow, the fact that he knew made the interactions even more awkward. I'd rather be cheating behind the back of a good man than knowingly banging a pervert's wife.

"Is that Hakaru?" Sasori's voice came from the kitchen. "I know he came to see Kira, but send him in here. I'd like him to try something I'm cooking."

"Yes, dear!" Mr. Fukumi called emphatically and then gently pushed me towards the kitchen door. "Go on, stud. I appreciate the meal I'm about to receive."

My skin crawled, but I had no choice but to go into the kitchen as Mr. Fukumi watched. As the doors shut, I looked to see Mrs. Fukumi at the oven, grilling some vegetables with chopsticks in her hand. Although she was wearing an apron, I was relieved to see that she had something under it as well. At least she had full clothing on. They hadn't devolved so far yet.

"Sasori!" I hissed, walking over to her while watching the door to make sure I didn't see Mr. Fukumi peeking in. "You told me your husband was out!"

Sasori giggled, turning around and suddenly grabbing me. She pulled me into a kiss, and I had to pull away to keep her from going farther.

"Isn't it a little exciting with him here? We could get caught at any moment." She purred, eyeing me lewdly. I could blow you in the bathroom, or give you a handy under the table. The possibilities are practically endless!"

"This is ridiculous." I shook my head. "You're my teacher! How can you act this way?"

"You're the student who blackmailed me and forced me into sex." She responded poutily, who started acting ridiculous first?"

"Sasori, we need to talk. About us. Your daughter, your husband. We need to make things clear."

"My… my… aren't you trying to act mature." Sasori giggled. "It's kind of hot. You know, I'm still not wearing panties. Anything could happen."

"St-stop!" I growled as she started opening up the buckle of my pants, turning me around and pinning me against the kitchen counter.

"Come on… Hakaru…" She said, licking her lips, "Just stick it in for a bit. If you just stick it in, I'll behave the rest of the night. I promise."

"You…" I growled angrily, but she had already managed to open my pants and was stroking my cock. "You promise?"

It grew to full length instantly, and I rolled my eyes, gasping under her machinations."

"I promise…" She whispered in my ears. "Just fill up my aching wet pussy for a bit, and I'll be Hakaru's perfect bitch."

Damn it! I didn't really want to do this, but if it settled her down, a quickie was leagues better than being touched and bumped for the next hour while I tried to explain things. Plus, in her apron, Sasori was a real hotty. It wasn't that I was letting her take control again. It was simply that I found this to be the quickest way to get what I wanted.

She raised her leg on the countertop, lifting her skirt and exposing her pussy. Using her hands, she spread it open for me, licking her finger and then rubbing her clit excitedly.

"Come on, inside, real quick, before the veggies burn. Then I'll be a good girl."

I went and lined up my dick, but I had never done it standing before, so the logistics were foreign to me. I stabbed her twice, missing both times, she eventually grabbed my dick, lining it up herself. Just as she told me to thrust up, I looked over her shoulder. My eyes landed on the kitchen door. It was now open just a crack, and there was an eye watching me. I pulled away as if I had been shocked.

"What is it, Hakaru?" Sasori looked confused as I pulled away from her, knocking her leg off the counter.

"Nothing… Kira… I need to speak to Kira!" I said, trying to change the conversation instantly.

"You're… so naughty…" Sasori suddenly blushed.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You made me so hot and bothered and now you're going to taste my daughter. Hakaru is really cruel. I can't stand it. You don't know how bad I need your cock."

I shot a look at the kitchen door to see that the eye was gone. I sighed, letting my heartbeat return to normal before grabbing Sasori's cheeks.

"Sasori, I don't like this version of you. I just want my teacher back."

Sasori blinked, staring at me dumbly. I sighed and pushed past her, heading up the stairs to Kira's room. My first attempt to talk with Sasori ended in a disaster. I was just hoping that my talk with Kira went a bit better.

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I knocked lightly on Kira's door. If it was Akiko or Maria, I might have just pushed my way in, but with Kira, we didn't really have that kind of relationship.

"Yes, Come in?"

A voice said. I pushed opened the door and stepped into Kira's room. Once inside, I made sure to close it behind me. I didn't want Mr. Fukumi thinking he could peak. No sooner had I entered than I realized that her room that was usually immaculate had seemed to fall apart. Just in the last week, it looked like a tornado had rammed through it. I mean, it was probably as clean as my room ever was, but compared to what I came to expect from Kira, this was extremely worrying.

She looked up from her phone, her eyes expressionless even when she saw me. "Oh… Hakaru. You're here."

That was all she had to say. She immediately glanced back down at her phone again, as if my presence didn't change anything.

"What is going on, Kira?" I asked.

"What does Hakaru mean?" Kira raised an eyebrow.

I reached out and grabbed her phone, pulling it from her. It was a cellphone, and on it was a message line. There was definitely some guy's penis, and then there was a picture of Kira naked being returned.

"Don't bullshit me!' I snapped, tossing her phone to the floor. "What is going on with this crap?"

A flash of rage appeared on her face. "What do you want? You don't own me? I can do whatever I want?"

"And this is what you want?" I demanded.

She turned her head away, unable to meet my eyes. "Who cares what I want? Not my parents. Not you!"

"I don't even know what you want." I shot back.

"I want to run…" She said, her body shaking. "I want to run away."

"What?" I blinked.

"I want to run away. I want to get away from my family. My home. This place." She said bitterly. "I want… I want you to come with me!"

I took a step back, completely surprised at her words. "Come with you? Where?"

"Does it matter? We can just… get away from them all. My whore mother. My dickless father. That bastard. All of the pigs at school who've used me. All of them."

I shook my head slightly. Of all the things I thought she'd say, I hadn't prepared for her to so boldly ask me to come with her. Then again, I had no clue what to expect when it came to her either.

"Why do you want me to come with you?"

"Because…" She shook her head. "Because… Because… it doesn't matter. It's just what I want, okay?"

"That's not good enough."

"It never is!" She snapped angrily. "I never am. That's why you're with Akiko and your sister, and I heard about Tori at my school. You even have my mom wrapped around your finger. There is no room for me."

"There is room," I said.

She rolled her eyes, turning away. "How could I ever be happy with that? You're going to date multiple women, and me? I'm too jealous for that."

"Jealous? Aren't you the one that wanted me to fuck you with your mother?"

"That doesn't matter. I've changed my mind."

"Changed your mind? What are you even…"

I was really struggling to understand her. I'd have thought perhaps she was on drugs just like Eiko. Her mind seemed to be all over the place and her face seemed to be twitching as if she was unstable. I had a feeling there was nothing I could say. This feeling of helplessness was shooting through me.

"Just… leave. go… have my mom. Close your eyes, pretend she's me. Honestly… she's probably more innocent than I am. I'll keep him… I'll keep him away from mom, even though he's recently shown interest."

"Him? Who is it?" I demanded, "Who is pulling all the strings? I need to know. Who is blackmailing you?"

She shook her head. "It's too late. Just forget about it. The more you get involved, the more dangerous it becomes."

The helpless feeling overcoming me was echoed on her face. I didn't know what else to say. I attacked her with Dirt Scribe. Like with my mother, it didn't work. I blinked. God was protecting her mind? Wh-why? What was the point of this ability if everyone I needed to hear I couldn't get through to? I only had one other ability, True Feelings.

"Then, let's go," I said, sighing.

"Excuse me?" She blinked.

"Let's go. You wanted to run away together. So, let's go."

It was her turn to look surprised. "H-hakaru… you can't mean it."

I reached forward and grabbed Kira. "Pack your things, we're leaving."

I let her go and then went to her bedroom door, locking it.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her expression extremely complex.

"Your dad is some cucked pervert. Your mom is some delusional slut. Your right, there is no point in staying here any longer."

"I-I… won't… share…" She said stubbornly.

I smiled sadly. "My sister will always be my sister. Akiko… well, I never cared about hurting her. I talk a big game, but what have I really gained since this all started?"

"What started?" Kira asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Look, we go. We go as far as we can. We just run from this all. Okay? Just you and me. We outrun your blackmailer. We outrun the gods themselves, okay?"

This was the only thing I could think of to do. I'd leave a message for everyone, but then we'd take off for a week or so. Perhaps it'd do us good to just get away for a bit. I could get Kira to fall for me, forget about her family, and maybe even get her into a Locked Promise. Was it manipulative? Fine. But the alternative was worse. I couldn't leave her to be corrupted any more by this bastard.

At the very least, I could keep my voice sincere. Kira was buying it too. Her eyes started to brighten with just a bit of hope. I just needed a bit. I needed to rekindle the fire inside her. She was my friend, and the least I could do was take her away for a while, away from the coach and her apathetic family.

"A-re you certain?" Kira asked. "You'll really leave everything for me?"

I grabbed Kira and hugged her. "Kira, I love you. I won't let you go."

"A-and the other girls?"

"You're my one and only."

"Liar…" The voice didn't come from Kira, but from a disembodied voice nearby.

Slowly, a form materialized in the middle of the room. Kira's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"You're… Tori? How are you… what is going on?"

"Netorare!" I hissed, "What are you doing here?"

The girl who appeared looked like Netorare. It took me a moment to realize that she wasn't. She wasn't Netori either. There was something different in her. She had a smoothness to her. Where Netori was cocky and defiant and Netorare was sad but caring… this girl held a cold aloofness that chilled my bones.

"You're a liar." She said. "You shouldn't play with a girl's feelings like this."

"Wh-who are you?" Kira asked.

"I am Netorase…" She said the words, rising up and floating a few steps until she was next to Kira, and then reaching out and wiping a tear from her cheek. "Everything that has happened to you. It can be laid at my sister's feet, and this man is her agent."

"What are you doing?" I snapped. "Was ruining her life with your champion not enough? Now you have to come here and cheat?"

Netorase ignored me. "The man who blackmails you, your father, even the boy you love here, they're all playing a game, and you're just a piece."

Kira's face fell and then she turned to me, a shocked expression. "I-is this true?"

"Don't listen to her!" I said, "She's just trying to confuse you so her champion wins. The man doing this to you. She's the one who gives him that power."

"You… know this? And you didn't say anything?"

"We can still leave," I said helplessly. "She's one of the people we need to get away from."

"You never had any intention of quitting or leaving. You just wanted to trick her into submitting to you." Netorase sighed. "That is the problem with my sister. When you steal, it's difficult, to be honest. I'm the only one willing to show the truth. Girl… he attempted to use a skill to read your mind to help himself manipulate you. I shielded you from this. Now, I will return the skill unto him, and you can see the truth for the first time."

"What?" My eyes widened.

Kira's eyes suddenly focused on me, and she gasped. I felt nothing. Then again. Dirt Scribe never was something that people could feel. What was she seeing? Was she seeing the fact I wanted to build a harem? Was she learning about the game? Did she see the things I had done with her mother? The things I knew about her father? The sadistic things I did to Akiko? The disgust I had over seeing her with other men? I felt completely naked. What was she wearing?

"That's enough…" Kira turned away from me, a complicated look on her face. "I've… heard enough."

"You… you can't listen to her." I begged. "She just wants to share you… with… with everyone. She wants to use you like a sex doll."

"Is that better than what you want?" Kira demanded. "To treat me like some trophy in your game?"

I winced, lowering my head. How had this gone so badly? These gods and goddesses didn't play fair. How could I have done anything in this situation?

"I think… you should leave." Kira spun away.

"I'm not leaving you!" I said.

"Well, I'm done with you!" She shot back.

"I am Netori's champion. I am the champion of theft! I don't need your permission. So, what, Rosy here wants to cheat. Who says I would allow it! If you want to run away with me, then I'll just take you!"

I took a step forward, reaching out to grab Kira. I'd take what I want! I wanted Kira out of this mess. I'd make it happened, no matter what thoughts this goddess tries to implant into her brain. I barely took my second step forward when the world suddenly turned to white.

"I already told you once…" a voice echoed in my head, but this time it sounded like Kira's voice had been overlapped with Netorase's. "It was never going to work this way."

I took my next step as darkness plunged around me. I blinked several times, white spots in my vision. Looking around, I realized I was standing in the middle of the street. I was somewhere between Kira's house and my own. As my thought recollected, fierce anger burst through me. That damn Netorase! Was she ever going to play fair?

"Netorare!" I immediately called out. "Netorare! Get your ass out here! Your sister is a cheating bitch!"

Only the darkness of the outside was there to answer me. Damn it. Was she abandoning me too? Or did Netorase distract her sister for a bit so she could do this to me? I believed that. Netorare had done the same to Netori. In fact, it seemed like all the god's and goddesses could cheat and screw around, and no one had my back in the slightest.

"Fuck all of you!" I shouted, screaming at the stars. "All of you gods. You can all fuck off!"

As I was shouting, a car was driving down the street quickly. I jumped to the side, but the car seemed to be following me.

I had already back up to the sidewalk, and then the car bumped over the sidewalk. At the last second, I leaped back, narrowly avoiding it and falling on my ass.

"What the hell?" I cursed.

Before I could say anything else, a bunch of men got out of the car. They were wearing suits and sunglasses. Was that, the Yakuza?

"What?"

"This is for what you did to Gina!" A man shouted, kicking me in the gut.

I keeled over, and as that happened, someone shoved a bag over my head. A bunch of men grabbed me, picked me up, and threw me into the back of the car. Before I could take my next breath, we were already speeding away. Damn it, what now?

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The car continued to drive for some time. Any time I started to move or fight back, someone ended up punching me in the gut. I was lucky I didn't throw up in my mask. Well, I was someone who didn't vomit really easily. Even when I caught stomach flu, I could lie crouched in pain for days where a quick vomit would make me feel better. In this particular situation, my high tolerance was a blessing. I spoke up a few times, but I was basically ignored, and if I got too loud, I ended up getting punched again. Eventually, I settled into a sullen silence as I tried to work through what was happening.

After some careful thought, there was only one conclusion in my mind. Gina had finally revealed the blackmail in which I had forced her into sex. That would certainly bring the Yakuza heat on me. They had even mentioned Gina when they snatched me off the street. Worst of all, I had no defense for myself. I had chosen to molest a woman I didn't even know. Maybe she was just being vindictive because I had turned her down. Could I have avoided this if I had just given her more attention?

The car finally stopped and I was pulled out. I still couldn't see anything, but I could hear voices. Two men had me by each arm and were dragging me somewhere with the bag over my head, all I could see were shadows. I was aware when we passed indoors, but that was it. Eventually, I was sat somewhere, and my hands were tied down to the chair. They didn't pull my pants down, so I was hoping they weren't going to come up with any abstract or miserable forms of torture.

I remained in the room in the dark for nearly two hours. I realized I was alone, but I was pretty sure calling out wouldn't do me any good. There was one person I could call to though. Netorare hadn't answered me before, but whatever distraction she had by Netorase had to be resolved by now.

"Netorare?" I asked.

"I'm sorry…" I heard a faint whisper in the darkroom. "As soon as you were grabbed, I came… but Netori sent me a message. She said… don't get involved."

"What?"

Netorare had to be lying, right? Why would Netori leave me here to be tortured?

"Hakaru…" her voice sounded at the point of tears. "I must listen to sister. I lost and thus I am bound to follow her orders. That was the agreement, and it's now enforced by the greater gods. Netori said that I shouldn't get involved in earthly matters. She said it will be resolved by another, and I must only watch. Please… be strong."

I felt a surge of anger and hopelessness. Why was she forsaking me? She was really just going to allow me to be tortured by these goons? This wouldn't even have happened if Netorase wasn't a cheating bitch in the first place. This was all their fault, and I was the one who had to be punished for it?

I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was surprisingly warm and comfortable. Netorare was extremely close to me, although I could see her, and I had a distinct feeling even if my mask was off and the lights were on, I still wouldn't see her.

"I promise you…" Netorare said. "I will make this up to you. I will…"

"If I survive…" I finished bitterly.

Before Netorare could say anything further, the door opened with a loud raspy noise suggesting metal scraping against metal. Her hand on my shoulder disappeared just as the lights were turned on. I could see the light through my mask, but everything else was obscured. Two sets of steps were approaching me until a hand grabbed the bag and some of my hair besides and yanked it off. I gritted my teeth as I felt some hair go with the bag.

I blinked a few times trying to get used to the light, and my eyes finally fell on the person holding my mask. It was none other than Gio. The guy next to him was just a random tough whom I didn't know. I blinked a couple more times and then shot him a look.

"What the hell, Gio?"

"I could say the same thing." He said, his expression looking bitter. "After that disaster with Jack, I was thinking I'd be a better judge of character but aren't you a piece of work."

"I don't get it… I didn't do anything…" I said.

Gio nodded and the guy next to him stepped forward and punched me across the face. I wasn't a guy who got into a lot of fights, and being punched was extremely painful. I could only grimace as the pain spread throughout.

"You remember my sister, don't you?" Gio asked. "I can't believe you'd do that to her."

Shit… he knows everything. Damn it. Do I keep lying, or do I apologize?

"I-I'm sorry… GAH…" My breath came out as a fist landed in my gut and I let out a gasp. "Fuck…"

"No… no… you don't get to be sorry." Gio continued. "Pops is furious. You think me getting my anger out is bad, just wait until pops has at you. He's going to tear you apart."

"Look, man… I didn't know…" I said, coughing. "It was an accident… I… Ahhhh…" This punch made my jaw feel like it was loose.

"Didn't know? You didn't know you got my sister pregnant and then told her to fuck off?" He cursed. "You know… maybe if that was it, I could forgive you, but then you hit my sister and try to make the baby aborted. That's a Yamaki family baby, and you were going to murder it. That shit just ain't flying…"

What the hell was he talking about? I didn't get her pregnant. This really was a setup! Before I could voice anything else, the man next to Gio started punching me some more. The pain was awful, I let out screams, but the hits kept coming. I was just starting to think they would never end when the door opened again. This time, There was a bigger group of people coming in.

There was an old man with a cane, a least six toughs in suites, and standing at the very back was Gina. I shot her a glare, but she didn't seem to be looking at me at all. Rather, she was looking down at her hands and fidgeting.

"Gio… son… I know you want to remove some of your anger, but you need to be careful." The old man said, moving up to Gio and patting his cheek.

"Damn it, dad, after what he did to sis, this is light."

"You speak the truth, son… He may be a no-good shit… but he's also the no-good shit who is the daddy to my grandson."

Gio made a noise. "You don't honestly plan to leave this guy alive, do you?"

"Well, that shall remain to be seen." The old man shrugged, finally turning to me.

"I didn't get her pregnant!" I growled, finally getting my breath under control. "This is bullshit."

"You dare!" Gio took a step forward, but the old man raised his cane.

"Gina?"

The girl started but then stepped forward. "It was definitely him! He asked me out on a date but he really just wanted sex. He pushed me down, and then when I came to him and said I was pregnant… that's when… that's when… he punched me!"

"That's a lie!" I shouted, trying to move out of my chair, even as pain shot through me. "Why the hell are you lying?"

She shrunk back at my alligations, but all the men in the room only grew more agitated. I wanted to use Dirt Scribe, but it was once a day. I wasted my attempt on Kira, which in turn was blocked by Netorase. The only ability I had right now was True Feelings. Given its failure to give me what I wanted in the past, I had a feeling that True Feelings wouldn't do anything to help me now. She probably truly wanted to fuck me over.

"You bastard…" Gio pushed forward but didn't push against his dad's cane.

The old man looked down at me and pursed his lips. "You got some guts kid, calling my little girl a liar right in my face. I know no one wants to be a daddy, and some men have rage issues, so I was willing to overlook some things as long as you paid your due and swore your loyalty to my family, but you're making it really hard to forgive you, even if you are a runt."

As he was talking, a man slipped in and then approached him. He immediately whispered something in the old man's ear.

"What is that?"

The guy spoke louder and I could hear him. "I said, there is a woman out front. She asked to see you."

"Tell her I'm busy. Why are you bothering me now? This is family business."

"She said…" The man looked uncomfortable for a minute. "She used a name. She called you… the bone breaker. She said her name was…"

"Hellcat." he finished the words, catching the man by surprise and leaving him just nodding numbly.

The old man's face suddenly froze. It was almost like all the air in the room had managed to vanish, and then he shook his head as if shaking off his daze.

"Damn… now?" The old man seemed completely flustered. "Go, bring her in immediately. Yes, straight here. No delay."

The guy nodded, turned and then left for the door. As for the old man, he started to straighten his tie and coat. He looked like he was about to see a girl he had a crush on.

"Dad?"

"Not now… Move him behind these crates. We have a guest, Look your best." He seemed really anxious.

Two men grabbed me and pulled my chair so I was facing away from the door. As they were pulling me, one man whispered to another.

"Didn't boss used to be called Bonebreaker back in his early days?" he said under hushed breath, "Who is Hellcat?

"An old flame…" The other whispered back. "Or some kind of childhood friend, maybe? I heard they were rivals. Her gang wouldn't fall in line with the Yakuza. She used to cause us hell a long time ago. That's where she got the name hellcat. He's in love with her, but I heard she shot him down and settled down herself…"

That was all he had time to say before the door opened. Turning my head, I couldn't see her or the door, but I could just make out the old man. He raised his hands and then walked out of my sight.

"Pussycat! My… it has been a long time. Why would you suddenly show up at my door? What has it been, twenty years? The last I saw you, we were still teenagers."

"Hello, Bonebreaker. I'd like to say the visit was casual. Regrettably, that just isn't the case." A woman's voice came out.

The voice felt oddly familiar, but I had been hit so many times I wasn't sure if I was just dizzy and imagining things.

"Ah… business then. Is there something I can do for you?"

"Of sorts. It seems like you've decided to touch my property."

The atmosphere that started out cordially suddenly turned silent and tense. There were a few moments before the old man responded.

"Th-that's impossible."

"I thought we had an agreement. I leave your group alone, and you don't touch what is mine."

"I haven't touched that shrine! I still don't get why you gave so much for us to leave it. I heard you became a shrine maiden too, right? Look, I can't help that the shrine went under. I was under no obligation to support your little cult."

"I'm not talking about the shrine. This is personal. This is… family."

"That man…" He sounded even more uneasy. "I haven't touched him. Even though he goes around banging any girl and disrespecting you… why the hell did you marry that fucker? Look, pussycat, I got the message years ago. You turned me down. I moved on. If your husband is in trouble, it's some other guy he's pissed off over the years. Don't act like I'm the only man that fucker has cucked over the years."

"Don't act so naïve…" The loud steps left him and were getting closer to me.

The two people who were guarding me were looking over my shoulder with their mouths open as hands grabbed my chair. I was pulled out from behind my restraints and spun around. I looked up at the women who grabbed my chair, and the familiarity in her voice finally came slamming home. I had been suspicious. It was too difficult to believe, but it really was true.

"Mother?" I said, my eyes popping out.

"Sweetie…" she rubbed a hand across my cheek, causing me to wince.

As she looked over my body with extreme affection and carefulness, her expression darkened at every bruise she came across. A strange miasma seemed to begin to grow around her, and I could feel the air start to chill in the room. She spun around and shot the group a glare, and several of them gasped or took a step back. The pregnant Gina grew weak in the knees and held the wall to keep from falling over. As for the old man, his face had gone completely white. She was facing a group of nearly ten armed men in suits… yet the person who looked most afraid was the big boss himself!

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"Mother, what are you doing here?" I forced through my lips, even though my jaw was sore and it hurt to talk.

"Shush… sweetie, mommy is dealing with it." Mother shot me a quick affectionate look before it turned ugly as she glared at Gio's supposed father.

"M-mother!" The old man took several steps back and held up his arm like he was physically defending himself. "That's… that brat is your… that's…"

"I still have little mice that feed me information, and when they said my son was pulled off the street by men in suits, I told myself it couldn't possibly be Gakuto. That old man wouldn't dare touch my precious children."

The old man shook for a second, lifting his hands. "Ma petite fleur, it was an accident. A mistake. Had I known he was your son, I would have never handled things in a way that disrespected you. Of course, you can have him back. This was my son and daughters doing. You know how kids can be. They never concern themselves with blood ties and alliances. The youth is hotblooded, right? They just weren't checking who they were offending."

He shot Gio an extremely angry look. Gio looked back in confusion. It was clear he had no clue why his father was so flustered and angry. In fact, the shock on his face showed he had never seen his father act this way in his life before. Still, he seemed to fail to read his father's mood and stepped forward defiantly.

"Pops… you can't seriously let him go after what he did to sister…"

The old man's hand clenched like he wanted to smack some sense in his son, but it was too late. My mother cocked her head and her gaze shot to Gina.

"My son? And what do you claim he did?" Her voice was extremely cold.

"He got my sister pregnant!" He said. "And then tried to make her abort it!"

"So?" Her voice was spoken so casually, that it made everyone shiver.

Gio's mouth fell opened and he blinked, unable to understand how she wasn't moved by his words.

"Whoever my son deposits his baby batter in, it's none of your concern, and if he doesn't want to keep the baby, who the hell are you to force him to be a father? I don't give a shit about some dumb twat teenager who thinks herself a prochoice mommy. She certainly didn't hesitate to open her legs to accept my son's seed, but now that it's making something, she suddenly doesn't want to be rid of it but still wants him to take care of it? Where the hell is his choice? That sounds like more western feminist bullshit. The last I checked, this was still Japan!"

"Ma petite fleur…" The old man tried to force a smile while looking like he was pleading. "I was suggesting we make this boy family. I was never going to hurt him. Is it so bad that our family takes care of his baby? Our house will pay, of course."

"Is this the girl?" Mother pointed at Gina, who was trying to hide behind the crowd now, her entire body shaking.

"Y-yes…" The old man gestured his daughter to come to his side. "This is my daughter Gina. The two met at his job. They had sex, and after she got pregnant, she says he started shafting her."

"That's not tru-" I started but when mom held up her hand, I instantly stopped.

For some reason, all the fear and anxiety I had been feeling was completely gone. It felt like Mother was going to make everything right. The terrified expression of the old man was only the icing on the cake. Not everyone there was scared. Most just looked confused, as if they couldn't understand why this woman was allowed to talk to their boss this way. However, no one would move without the boss's orders, and I had a feeling deep down that he wouldn't make that order, no matter what my mother said.

"Girl…" Mother reached into her purse and pulled out a long gohei. "For many years, I worked exclusively as a shrine maiden. When I turned 18, I was blessed by a goddess, and given the ability to see the hidden truth in all things, do you know what this means?"

The girl shook, content with not saying anything, but her father nudged her forward, nodding at her to speak.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't…"

"Hmph…" Mother gave a displeased noise while she shook her Gohei, the paper rattling with a soft sound. "Stupid, and a cumdumpster besides."

Mother began to walk towards the door. Gina tried to step back, but her father didn't allow her. She was shaking but didn't move as my mother approached, shaking her paper stick as she got closer and closer.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"You could say… I have a knack for smelling out bullshit. It served me well as a Sukeban and it only got stronger as a maiden. The last sixteen years with my husband has only made it flawless." She stopped, the paper just touching Gina's belly. "I'll give you one chance. Speak the truth of things."

"This is- it's Hakaru's baby! It's-"

Mother's eyes I couldn't see, but they suddenly made Gina's words catch on her lips. Mother leaned forward, her lips right next to Gina's ears.

"Liar…" She whispered simply.

It sounded like a sentence though, and Gina's knees grew so weak, that she collapsed to the floor.

"This is ridiculous!" Gio took a step forward. "Father, between your own daughter and this woman, who will you-"

"I'm sorry!" Gina suddenly screamed. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to… I didn't want to lie."

Gio's mouth fell opened and closed a few times. "S-sister?"

Gio's father closed his eyes and looked away as if he had just experienced a slap across the face.

"They made me… they had pictures… pictures of me… they wanted to embarrass the whole gang. Said they'd show everyone if I didn't… If I didn't… then he got me pregnant. He told me to pin it on Hakaru… he wanted me to… to say it was Hakaru's!"

"Daughter!" The man's eyes opened and he slammed his cane down. "Enough!"

"I wanted it to be Hakaru's. I wish it had been… you should have taken me when you had the chance…" Gina started balling. "I wanted you… why couldn't you take me when you had the chance…"

Gina was crying and reaching out towards me, her eyes pleading. My mother suddenly smacked her hands with the Gohei.

"Because my son could see your sluttiness from a mile away!" Mother barked. "Even if he had you, you still would have spread your legs for others. Your nature is nothing but a cumdumpster. Even I can smell the slut on you!"

"Ma petite… no… Hellcat… you've made your point." The man spoke solidly even as his pregnant daughter wailed on the floor. "It appears we were in complete error here. You have our apologies. Please take your son…"

Mother looked unmoved. Instead, a dark smear formed on her face.

"And what of compensation?"

The old man blinked. "Th-that… I will definitely make it up to you…"

"Make it up? You believed the lies of a whore, kidnapped my son, beat him, tried to pin false accusations on him… look at his body! Do you think a favor is what I want?" Mother snapped, shoving her shrine maiden's device away. "No… we do things the way we always have. Blood for blood. Your daughter should receive a punishment equal to her guilt in all of this."

"My daughter isn't in a state to be beaten… I will receive it in her place…" The man sighed in resignation.

"No, father!" Gina cried out.

Several other men made noises of alarm. Watching the old man get beaten would certainly demoralize the entire gang. No one there wanted to see that.

"That's not what I want…" Mother's lip turned up cruelly.

The big boss eyed her with a worried look, "What do you propose?"

"Your whore of a daughter opens her legs for any man. It was her own lewd images that got you here, so it seems like you should just make the title official. From now on, you no longer have a daughter. You have a cumdumpster. That will be her name."

"You want me to change her name?" He said in disbelief.

"No… I already said it." Her eyes flashed angrily. "Don't you understand? I want her to be used to dump cum. I want every man here to use her pussy to ejaculate in and on her. I want tattoos at every entrance including on her forehead to insert cum here. I then want her to go to one of those hotels I know you have. I want an advertisement online… free cum dumpster at that location and I want everyone invited. For the rest of her days, I want anyone who wants to deposit cum in her to be able to so. I want her reprogrammed so that she will never resist, never say no, and never dispute what she is and always will be! I want people to walk down the street, see her lying on her ass with her legs spread open, another fatherless baby in her womb, and cum leaking out of every hole and I want people to point and say… oh, there is the local cumdumpster! You do that, Bone breaker… and we can be done here."

"N-no…" Gina shook her head.

"Father… this is ridiculous!" Gio shouted.

The old man looked like the light had gone out of his eyes. His face was white, and he was shaking. All of the men glanced over at him. The looks on their faces were rage. They were waiting for him to give the order to attack my mother. She had gone too far.

He worked some moisture back into his mouth and then dropped his hand. "Do it… grab her, put her over that crate…"

Everyone froze. No one knew what to make of his orders. Fury suddenly flushed the old man's face and he pointed down at Gina.

"Grab the cumdumpster and fill it with cum, are you fuckers deaf!"

The men ran forward and grabbed Gina. Only when she realized that this was actually happening did her eyes start to turn to full panic. She struggled and screamed, but the two men forced her over a crate and pulled down her pants, just as the old man had ordered. At this point, Gio howled and leaped forward too. Five other men had to pile on him to keep him from running to save his sister.

Gina's ass was exposed in an instant, and with everything else prepared, one of the men was pulling out his dick. He kept shooting looks to the boss, but the man mom called Gakuto was looking the other direction as if ignoring the screams of his daughter. As for my mother, she watched the entire scene coldly. It was only at that moment I finally snapped out of my own daze.

"W-wait! Mom!" I cried out.

Mom's cold expression suddenly disappeared as she spun to me. "H-Hakaru… oh… I'm sorry baby, you're still all tied up…"

She ran to me and suddenly her chest was in my face. It took three attempts to talk through her breasts before she finally gave me the room to say what I wanted to say.

"I'm not that hurt… and I think this Gina girl has information I need. Can we… can we change the punishment. I need information more than this. Please… mother?" I was uncomfortably pleading with her, especially after the show she put on.

However, her response to me was immediately a blush. "Ah.. d-did mother go too far?"

Why did mom suddenly look so cute when she was looking at me like that. It was like the cold woman who threw down righteous vengeance was a complete lie! The cute, uncertain mother who blushed and looked at her son with her head lowered, wasn't that my real mother?

Everyone else in the room seemed to have frozen too. Mother's change in demeanor between how she treated Gina and how she treated me, it was way too exaggerated!

"No… mother was really cool!" I said, "But… We have to see the big picture. Someone made Gina tell those lies, right. That means, my true enemy is yet to be revealed. We can't be caught up on the ones who pulled the trigger when the one who gave the order is still hiding!"

The entire room was silent. Even Gina and Gio had stopped struggling. Everyone was waiting for my mother's next proclamation. The entire fate of the Yakuza most likely rested on her next words.

Mother thought about what I said very carefully, tapping her lips before she suddenly smiled and then said. "Hakaru thinks I'm cool!"

Everyone in the room collapsed.

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"I swear, Hellcat, someone is going to pay for this." Gakuto said, "This wasn't just an attack on your son. My daughter was impregnated and blackmailed. No one fucks with my family that way."

"I'm glad to see there still is a bit of fire in you, Bone Breaker, I was afraid you'd gone soft."

"Oh, Ma Petite Fleur, for you, I'll be harder than any man…"

"Ahem…" Gio cleared his throat and then took a step towards me.

I was out of the chair and my restraints now, and we were no longer in the scary warehouse, but an adjacent office that looked a lot less threatening and scary.

"Gio…" I responded flatly.

"Ehhhaa!" Gio suddenly turned and smashed his head on the solid would desk.

"Ah!" I let out a cry as he looked up at me with blood running down his forehead.

"I'm sorry, bro!" Gio said, tears in his eyes. "When it comes to my sister, I don't think that good. You did nothing wrong and always treated my family right, and I wronged you."

"Ah… that…"

"More than that… even after my sister did you wrong, you still chose to forgive. I owe you, man. I just can't believe sis. We're the Yakuza! We're the ones who do the coercion! Whose got her scared so bad that she not only didn't tell us but she also still won't admit who did it?"

After being stripped down and almost turned into an impromptu cum dumpster while her father did nothing, Gina was still in a bit of shock. She thanked me, pulled her clothing back on, and then was taken out of sight after we asked her a few questions. Unfortunately, she wasn't very helpful and most of her answers were that she didn't remember or couldn't say. I didn't find that particularly surprising.

I shook my head and patted his shoulder. "Don't be too hard on your sister. These people I'm dealing with, they… have a way about them. They can mess with your mind, especially when sex is involved. I have no doubt they had the ability to convince your sister, she had to go through with this, and also made it impossible for her to remember who did it."

"So… you do have an idea of who did this?" Gakuto said, giving off a dangerous aura.

"I've only heard rumors," I explained. "The younger girls who get into your… um… parties… particularly when they come from my school, a lot of them are being blackmailed. There's some kind of sex ring taking place at the school. I know the vice-principal is involved, but he's just a patsy. The principal…"

I shook my head, that was about all I knew. The principal had been at that hotel where I met Eiko. He was even talking about sharing and a goddess. Did he really have some involvement with Netorase?

Gakuto was scratching his chin thoughtfully as I spoke. "How interesting. I did find it odd the ease of young women volunteering for these events lately. The idea that a woman was tricked or made into a slut like that, I might have said something like good-riddance for dumb girls making dumb mistakes. Then it was my own daughter, and it looks like I need to reflect on some of the decisions we've been making lately. If we really have a rat providing us coerced goods… well, that's not good for our image, I think. As I said, we'll be taking care of this."

Mother shrugged. "It's none of my concern. If someone threatens my child, I will destroy them. Otherwise, do whatever you want."

Gakuto put on a forced smile, and the two finally gave their farewells. I gave a farewell to Gio too and he forced me to promise to get a favor from him in the future.

"Anything, Bro…" Gio said. "I'm a man who pays my debts. Oh, yeah… and if that enemy of yours, if you ever find out who he is for certain, give me a call. Whatever man thought he could fuck with my sister, I want to make him pay."

Mother's car was waiting in the parking garage. We really were in a place far from anywhere. I couldn't even begin to guess how my mother found this place. Of course, it was more horrifying wondering what would have happened to me had she not found this place. There was a very good chance I'd be dead right now. I clenched my fist just thinking about it. Tomorrow, at school, I was going beat the shit out of Mr. Fukumi and get him to confess his source. I'd make sure Netorare fucks with Cuckold too so he can't block my Dirty Scribe. I would get my answers, and then I would get Kira out of her predicament.

A hand suddenly touched my knee gently, and I looked over to see mom watching me. She had started the car, but she wasn't driving yet.

"My son, whatever you choose to do, do it with a cool head."

I blinked and then tried to unclench my body. It appeared like my inner thoughts were a bit too obvious when it came to Mother.

"Ah… that…" I smiled at her. "I was just thinking about the people who need to pay."

Mother nodded and turned to me. "Vengeance is fine, just make sure it is directed at the right people."

I blinked. "What do you mean? I think I'm pretty sure who did this."

Mother shrugged. "The group I was a part of back in the day was all women. We didn't have the numbers or strength of our male counterparts, but we still managed to carve a nice place for ourselves. This was because we were cunning. Only fools attack their enemies directly. If I had two enemies, and I wanted to strike at them, I'd never hit them head-on. I wouldn't have the strength. What I'd do instead is try to make them fight each other. If you drive a rival street gang into a war, there is a good chance they'll destroy each other for you."

Her words went through my mind, and I was reminded that there were more people in play. As to how many, or how far wide they were, I couldn't even guess. I knew in my school there was already Netorare, Netori, Netorase, and Cuckold. Were all the gods in my high school? Well, if they wanted to get their hands on Netori, they kind of needed to be.

"Who would be ballsy enough to start a war using the Yakuza?" I asked.

Mother shook her head. "I don't know, my son. But whoever it was, they'd be the person to benefit from it the most. Probably the last person that you would expect as well."

I didn't know how to respond. Mother's words made a certain kind of sense. That didn't mean I still didn't need to chase after whoever was wronging Kira. Netorase's champion was still my greatest threat at the moment. This other god who sent Gina my way, they were still sitting in the dark like a spider. I could only respond to the threats I could see.

"Mother…" I finally asked after we drove in silence for a bit. "Who are you?"

"Foolish child, I'm your mother." Mom said as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ah… r-right…" I shook my head. "You know that's not what I mean. What's with the gangs? Why were you a shrine maiden? Why did you even marry someone like dad?"

"I suppose I can answer those questions, but the answers will cost you something. Are you sure you can pay the price?"

I gulped and then nodded. "Yes, I really want to know."

With her being somehow protected, I wouldn't be able to Dirt Scribe her. The only way I could find out more about my mother was to ask her directly.

"Although Japan was annexed by the United States a long time ago, it was in the 70s during the Vietnam War when they really started enacting policies that spread the white idealism movement. It only got worse in eighties and nineties when I grew up. I ended up running away from home and joining some youth groups that tried to fight American Supremacy, and that eventually snowballed to me running a small gang of women. We weren't drug dealers or anything. We were more about spraying anti-American tags on anything and everything.

"I grew to the head of the group by the time I was your age. I dropped out of high school, and I was on a one-way pass to doing worse things. Even though men like Bone Crusher wanted to tempt me and my women, I managed to keep them from getting into the more illegal rackets. Although… there were other groups that thought we were pushovers because we didn't sell drugs. One thing led to another, a war broke out, and a lot of my girls were taken into other gangs, often by being raped.

"As for me, I avoided rape and kept my chastity, but I ended up half-dead on the doorstep of a shrine without a memory of how I got there. The shrine head bandaged me up, cleaned me up, and taught me about their god.

"I had performed a one-woman rampage across the gangs. I had used every trick I could to bring them down. I spread a lot of lies and started a lot of battles. I had gotten vengeance for every girl that had been taken from me, and all that was asked in return was that I become a shrine maiden.

"The shrine head was your grandfather, you see. I owed that man a lot. He never touched me or took advantage of me, but he taught me all about his god. He helped me overcome my rage and become a better person. So… to thank him, I cut a deal with the remaining gangs that I would stop going after them, and then I trained as a shrine maiden."

"What god is it?"

"He said there wasn't one."

"What?"

Mother chuckled. "He said the god had left his post a long time ago. The reason he maintained the shrine wasn't because of the god that was but because of the god that will be."

"Will be?" I blinked, not really understanding it, "So, you're a shrine maiden without a god?"

"And without a shrine… it was torn down about the time you were born after your grandpa died from a heart attack." Mother smiled sadly. "You can imagine why I never talked about it."

"So, you met dad as a shrine maiden?"

"Mm…" Mother nodded. "He was a major playboy, your father. He hit on all the girls. I was one of three eventual shrine maidens. He slept with the other two frequently."

"I mean no offense mom, but I think he slept with you too…"

Mother let out a laugh. "I actually found your father repulsive. I'm sure you don't want to hear it, but I fancied your grandpa much more."

"Th-then why dad? Why did you sleep with a player?"

"Because…" Her lips quivered for a moment. "I had to…"

"Huh?"

"I won't get into the specifics, but for a time, we believed your dad was the reincarnation of that shrines god. I believed it was my duty to be with him."

My eyes widened as the implications reached home. "You thought Dad was going to become a god?"

The car stopped, and I realized we had reached home. Mother turned to me, a serious look on her face.

"I was young, and I believed that if I gave my virginity to your father, I would make him a god. I was young and foolish, and as he grew older, he exuded less and less of the divine traits of the abandoned mantle, and that's all there is to it."

I shook my head. "I don't know what to say, mom. I think dad's proven he doesn't have what it takes to even be a decent man, let alone a deity. It might be best if you moved on."

Mom chuckled. "My son really has been changing. I can see it. There was a time you'd never say things like this so boldly to me."

"I just…" I lowered my head. "I want you to be happy, okay?"

Mom's smile widened. "I'm happy. Do you know why?"

Her expression started to turn predatory. I gulped.

"U-um, why?"

"Because… Hakaru… I've answered your questions. Now that we're home, it's time you pay the cost!"

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"AHH! Hakaru!" Mom moaned. "Harder… do me harder!"

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Y-yes… Hakaru… you won't break your mother. Give it all to me!"

"Okay!" I went all out on my mother.

"Ahh! Ahhh! Yes… yes… right there… keep going… keep going… don't stop!"

"Mother, I can't keep up."

"Don't stop! Baby… don't stop!"

The door opened and dad looked inside. He had creases in his forehead.

"Um… I just got home to find the two of you like this. To do this kind of thing with your son…"

"Shut up!' Mom grabbed a pillow and flung it at him. "You haven't touched me in years!"

"Ah! Th-that! Still…"

"Ahhn!" Mother cried out, "That's it… that's it, baby… it felt so good."

Mother finally stopped, and I pulled away from her. While panting, she straightened her hair as if she had all the time in the world and her husband hadn't just caught her in bed with her son. A moment later, the door opened another crack, and Maria glanced inside.

"What do you want?" Mom collapsed down on the bed. "We're finished, are you happy now?"

"Ah… I heard you through the walls…" Maria blushed. "I want what mom's having."

The two girls turn to me. I threw up my hands.

"It's just a foot massage!"

"Ah… Hakaru's giving foot massages?" Maria's eyes brightened. "Hakaru, come to my room and do me next."

Mother snorted. "You think Hakaru should just give you a foot massage because you're his sister? I had to bribe him well to get it this good."

"I-I can give him stuff too!" Maria insisted.

"An inexperienced girl like you?" Mom shrugged. "You're way too young to properly give anything, girl."

"Hmph! Shows what you know… Hakaru and I… I mean…" Maria's face suddenly went red as she almost said something.

Meanwhile, mom was shooting her a smug look, and dad just looked confused.

"Hakaru! C-come rub my feet! I'll let you rub whatever you want!"

"Uhhh…"

"Go, dear," Mom reached out and patted my head, "You've satisfied me plenty for now."

"We're talking about foot rubs, right guys?" Dad said, scratching his head.

"R-right…" I decided the situation was feeling weird with the two women, mother, and daughter, shooting daggers at each other.

It was probably best if I retreated anyway. I got up and immediately headed out of the room.

"Eh? I'm the head of this household… Can't I get a foot massage?" Dad asked.

"Go rub your own feet!" Mom slammed the door in dad's face.

Sister grabbed my hand and pulled me into her room, the door shutting behind us. Dad was left in the living room, completely abandoned. Maria was fuming pretty bad about mom. She was never that jealous about Akiko or the other girls. I was surprised to see her being so competitive because of mom. In many ways, it was kind of cute. She insisted on finishing up with a blowjob after I rubbed her feet for a while. I didn't complain as she sucked me off. Plus, because of the previous incident, even if weird noises were heard from the room, they wouldn't raise suspicions.

Wait, was that mother's plan from the beginning? By being loud during our foot rub, was she starting to condition the household to ignore her loud moaning sounds? That couldn't be possible, right? Mom certainly wasn't that nefarious. After finishing with my sister, I would have returned to mom's room and possibly pushed our relationship a little farther, except dad was currently home.

As for me, I had to get my head into the game. As far as I reckoned, there were at least three gods I was fighting right now. There was the mysterious god who had sent Gina after me. There was Cuckold, who was subordinate to some yet unknown god or group of gods. There was also Netorase, who seemed to be going after and somehow manipulating Kira. Was she the head of this school blackmail conspiracy? Based on my previous interactions with her, somehow, I felt that didn't fit. Netorase seemed almost protective of Kira, insisting on telling her the truth.

I dreaded to think what Kira thought about me now that she knew everything. I had seen the tears in her eyes. I had seen her turn away, unable to look at me. Somewhere, deep down, I realized that I wasn't ready to face her again yet. The blow that had been done was too much for me. I couldn't charge in like last time. That didn't mean I planned to do nothing. Rather, I needed to start making plans. I needed a strategy on how I was going to deal with them. I wouldn't be able to save Kira directly… but I could take down her blackmailer.

The biggest problem was that I didn't know who I was dealing with. I needed to find some way to get into this group. The obvious choice would be to use cuckold. He could help me with everything. However, I didn't want to use that guy's help. I remembered Netorare's warnings clearly. What I needed was an event, like the time when Eiko was used as a meat toilet, where everyone who might possibly be involved in the conspiracy would gather.

Okay, now I just needed to find someone who might be involved… I stopped pacing, and my eyes landed on my dad. He was out of his work uniform and sitting in a white tee-shirt and striped boxers, staring at the television. I checked my phone and found that it was a little past midnight. It was very close to bedtime for me, but it was also a new day!

My eyes finding their target, I sat in the loveseat across from the couch dad was on. Dad was a sexual deviant. If there was anyone in town who was up to nefarious acts, he was bound to be involved in it. He had been involved in that weird orgy thing at the hot spring resort. Now, I was betting he had at least a visitor's pass when it came to this high school sex ring.

"What is it?" He asked, frowning.

I had been staring at him a bit creepily. I quickly coughed and organized my thoughts. "Uh… dad… there was something happening at school, and I was hoping you could help me?"

"Eh? School?" Dad shook his head. "Hakaru, I told you before. Men handle their shit themselves. You got problems with bullies or some teacher, step up and fix it."

I nodded, even while compressing my lips bitterly. That had been dad's motto. There was a time when I really thought he just wanted the best for me. Now, I knew it came from laziness. Even when it came to permission slips and things he was required to do as a parent, I had to take those things to mom or they wouldn't be finished.

Amusingly enough, if it was my sister asking for help, he'd say that it was the responsibility of women to help women since women knew women best. In other words, she should go ask her mom.

"It's something way illegal." I continued before dad completely shut me down. "An ex-girlfriend of mine, I think that she's being coerced into having sex. I think it may even involve some of the teachers at school!"

To a normal parent, this accusation would likely send waves of shock and fear and startlement. Some might dismiss it instantly as some kind of paranoia, while others might fly into a frenzy, wanting to protect their child. As for my dad, his reaction was nonexistent. I might have said something simple like water was wet for all of the worries that grew on his face. At that moment, I struck with Dirt Scribe.

Damn, this kid is irritating. Why did that bitch Sasori cancel on me tonight? She's been weird since the hot springs trip. Ah, whatever, she's the slut who banged some other guy. If she feels guilty about it now. That's on her. I should teach that slut a lesson…

"D-dad!" I spoke passionately, bringing his eyes to me. "Do you think there is some kind of sex organization who is abusing students?"

I had limited time to use Dirt Scribe, and my previous question apparently wasn't enough to have him focus on that. Plus, I really didn't want to hear dad's filthy thoughts when it came to Mrs. Fukumi.

Hehe… so Hakaru's found out about the God of Lust Society, huh? Maybe I should throw him a bone and bring him along to the event next Friday. Naw, let the kid figure it out on his own. If he's too dumb to get in on his own to enjoy free pussy, well then he doesn't deserve it. Hey, actually, that gives me an idea, I think Sa-

I clenched my teeth and resisted hitting the table angrily. Why did dad have to be such a slow thinker! It didn't matter, he gave me what I needed to know. The God of Lust Society. I had a name now. I also had a date. Next Friday there would be some kind of meeting, a meeting with free pussy involved.

"Hakaru…" Dad finally answered my questions. "You're just paranoid boy. If something like that existed, it would cause a complete scandal. I mean, an organization the blackmails young women and turns their bodies into sex toys for wealthy older men? That would implode explosively in an instant."

"Yeah…" I smiled forcefully. "I guess you're right, Dad."

Yet, you were oddly specific when describing such an organization. You weren't even subtle at all. Did Dad do that so that I continued to look in on it and discover it on my own, or was he really so full of himself that he thought he was being subtle? Honestly, either option could be true when it came to father. He was an arrogant, selfish man who thought he was better than everyone else.

"It's getting late, Dad… I'm going to head to bed." I sighed, standing up.

"Yeah, see ya." He didn't give me another glance.

He'd probably look at me if I gave him my girlfriend to bang. Hell, he'd probably trade his own wife for some fresh pussy. I felt a bit sick, so I returned to my room. Once I got in privacy, I made a call.

"Hey… yeah… Gio? Find out what you can about something called the God of Lust Society."

"The God of Lust Society?" Gio asked. "Wait… are they the fuckers who got Gina pregnant? Damn… that sounds like something dad is involved in. I got the impression earlier that dad might know more than he is letting on. He seemed oddly regretful like he might have played a hand personally into what happened to sis. He keeps talking about reevaluating his business prospects and moving in a new direction. I think he knows something."

"Well, don't pump the head of the Yakuza for information," I said helplessly. "But, some discrete questioning, very discrete, might be helpful."

"Haha… yeah, dad might kick my ass. I'll be discrete."

After ending the conversation with him, I called Akiko.

"The God of Lust Society? I've heard rumors, but never the name. I'll look into it at school tomorrow."

"Don't get caught up in it." I shot back. "I don't want you to be their next blackmail target."

"It's hard to blackmail a girl who already has nothing."

"I mean it!" I said, but then there was a silence that started to worry me. "Akiko?"

"Hakaru worried about my safety. It makes me feel so happy." Akiko said.

"Your my slave, bitch!"

"Hehe… that makes me happy too!"

Click. I sighed after hanging up on her. After a moment, I looked up.

"I know you're watching. Come out."

A moment later, Netorare appeared out of thin air. She looked somewhat depressed and melancholy.

"You seem to have things worked out." She said stiffly.

"Netorare…" I turned to her.

"I should have… I should help…" She suddenly broke into tears.

I lifted a hand and wiped a tear from her cheek. "Netorare, I have a question I need answered. How far am I from level 4?

Netorare lowered her head. "Barely any. Just over 100 points. You could easily earn it with your sister tonight."

I shook my head. "My goal isn't to reach level 4. I want 20,000 points by Friday. It's time I got another skill."

"That would need almost 10,000 points, how do you plan to get that by Friday?"

I reached out and grabbed Netorare's shoulders. "I'd like you to help me reach my goal."

I wasn't sure how I expected her to react. However, it wasn't how she ended up reacting. She looked up at me with watery eyes. A small smile formed on her lips.

"Okay."

"Hakaru…" Netorare breathed, allowing her robe to fall to the floor.

Even though I had been with many women at this point, Netorare wasn't just another woman. She was a goddess, and her beauty seemed to know no equal. It wasn't that Kira, Akiko, or Maria weren't beautiful woman, but the goddesses always had something extra. They had a certain degree of perfection, of divinity that seemed to flow out of them. Her body was perfect and smooth. Her nipples were pert and lush. Her legs were smooth, and her pubic region had just a small strip of hair. Yet, there was absolutely no evidence of shaving or shave bumps. Her hair grew exactly where it needed to be.

The differences between her and Netori were minuscule, but the more I familiarized myself with the two women, the more easily I could tell them apart. Netorare was just a bit shorter and just a bit pudgier. She had a more innocent feel about her, but at the same time she felt more resilient like she had experienced more heartbreak. It gave her an aura of desperation and loneliness that made someone want to hold her, where Netori came off more like an aloof firecracker.

"Believe it or not…" Netorare said shyly. "I'm not that knowledgeable when it comes to this body."

"This body? What do you mean by that?" I asked.

I remembered that Netori had spoken that way a few times before as well. She had implied that her body wasn't her own.

"I'm a goddess." She explained. "My true body sits outside your comprehension. If you were to see it, your eyeballs would probably melt."

"Ah…"

She giggled. "Well, my form isn't as glamorous as it once was. That's a trait of the strongest of the gods. For me, you'd probably just see a blinding light. It'd be like looking at the sun if the sun was so beautiful that you couldn't look away no matter how much it hurt. This would include blindness, of course."

"So, you end up using that body?"

"Mm!" She nodded. "I found a girl who is devoted. It would often be a shrine maiden or the like. We'd ask them to lend us their bodies, and after they agree, we'd take over their body and use it as our own. They go to sleep, and we're free to walk amongst mortals until we finally return to heaven."

"And they… agrees to this?"

"Why would you refuse a goddess?" She cocked her head to the side.

"And what about you? So, did you just pick one of a three devoted sisters?" I mean, all three of you look the same."

"Oh?" Netorare's eyes widened for a moment. "My face is my face. It's the face I'd like to be perceived as. It's an illusion, well, I wouldn't go that far. It's more like we're using her body, but we've projected our proper forms."

"W-wait… so there is a different girl under there?" I said in a fluster, "A girl with a different face?"

She nodded and suddenly her body changed. She was still pretty. It was a completely different naked high school girl in my room. She had lighter hair which was cut short and was a bit squat. However, her butt was nice and round and her body was extremely sexy, although not in the same shocking way as Netorare's perceived form.

"She was a schoolgirl at an all-girls religious academy." She spoke, her voice unchanging from her previous form.

Furthermore, the expression she gave off didn't change either. Despite her face being a different girl, her facial movements and the way she held herself remained the same. It was clear that deep down, it was still Netorare there.

"Wait… so Netori… she's also…"

Netorare's perfectly godly form restored and she nodded. "Yes, all gods must use a vessel when dealing with mortals, even our own champions."

"So, when… when I had sex with Netori… with you…"

Netorare chuckled. "That's right, you deflowered a poor innocent girl whose body we control! You're such a bad man, Hakaru!"

"…"

"Oh, don't give me that look." She laughed. "As I said, these women were happy to give their bodies in the service of a goddess. In exchange, they receive our blessing. They are protected from various curses, resistant to diseases, and have long lives. It is that kind of thing."

"Wait… a blessing of a goddess? My mother also has a goddess' blessing. It kept me from using my abilities on her. Does that mean… as far as my mother…"

Netorare shrugged, "Probably? There are other ways to gain a blessing. For example, some male gods will have sex with a mortal woman. If she pleases them or they get her pregnant, they may also bless her. It's likely some time in your mother's youth, a god or goddess used her body. They don't usually remember the event. We goddesses clean up our messes."

"Gods can have mortal babies too? Is this like Hercules and stuff? Demigods?"

"Grrr… you have a naked girl in front of you and you want to talk about family?" Netorare put on a pouty face. "To be clear, it doesn't work that way. A god or goddess isn't born. They're made. We are a reflection of society and its people, and society is a reflection of us. Do you understand enough?"

She looked really agitated now. I didn't mean to ignore her, but Netori had always been vague and lacking in information. It was intriguing hearing more about exactly what gods were. Information as simple as what is a goddess is pretty important to know when I was needing to fight against their champions.

"I'm sorry…" I said, reaching out and touching her cheek. "You really are very beautiful."

"Hmph! You think I don't know I'm beautiful!" She snorted, but even as she said that she closed her eyes and pushed her cheek against my hand.

I pulled her into my embrace, hugging her naked body tightly. Netorare seemed to be happy letting me lead the way. I thought she was supposed to be helping me become a better lover, but she wasn't taking the initiative at all. Perhaps the only training I was getting was how to keep my wits instead of pushing her down, considering her looks were so appetizing.

Our lips found each other, and I breathed in her sweet godly smell. Her lips parted for me, and I sent my tongue on an expedition past her plump pink lips. Her body felt perfect in my hands, and a part of me grew scared that I didn't deserve this kind of goddess. However, after everything I had been through, I wasn't the same scared little boy who tried to hang himself.

Of course, back then, I had pushed down Netori, but that had been more because of the atmosphere. Netori had led the way, and I had been desperate, angry, and confused. I understood what Netori meant when she said that it was meaningless sex that didn't earn me all that many points. It didn't invoke any emotions of trust or love. It was done out of need and desperation. In fact, the first time I pushed down Netorare, back when she decided to pose as Netori, it had a similar feel to it. Only this time did it feel like I was truly opening up to a goddess, and in turn, she was opening up to me.

Our bodies fell back onto my bed. My hands began to roam her naked body, appreciating the soft warm skin even as my tongue tasted her sweet saliva and clashed with her smaller, more dexterous tongue. Her fingers worked on removing my clothing too, and soon our naked bodies were holding each other. I wasn't lewdly toying with her chest or slapping her ass. Rather, I felt something far more intimate, the need simply to feel her naked body against my own.

"Mmmm… MM!" She moaned into my mouth, even as we still kissed each other hungrily.

She spread her legs open for me, and everything seemed to line up without any fuss, almost like it was natural for our bodies to merge together in this manner.

"Rory… are you sure?" I asked after pulling my lips away from hers.

She smiled sadly, "It has to be you, doesn't it? You're our last hope. Please, put it inside me, and take what should have been yours the first time."

"Hmm?" I furrowed my eyebrows, not sure what she meant.

She smiled, stroking my arm lovingly. "It may be my sister who chose you, but it is I who gave herself first. Tell my sister that I am no coward. Tell her… I'm all in."

"Huh?"

She reached and grabbed my ass, pushing me up, and forcing my dick into her. She let out a moan as she was pierced for the second time with my dick. Immediately, she began using her hips, rocking my cock inside and out of her enthusiastically while squeezing my behind tightly.

"Netorare…" I gasped.

"Ahh… yes… like that…" Rory smiled. "Keep going. Take me, champion. Take your goddess!"

With her encouraging words, I began to pick up the pace, thrusting into her wet, tight cunt with vigor. She felt incredibly good. Every part of her felt amazing. I sucked on her neck while our sexual parts continued to slap together rougher and rougher. With the body of a goddess, she really was enough to drive me crazy.

"Yes… yes… keep it up." She moaned, biting my ear. "Please, Hakaru… please… take me…. Take all of me. I'm yours."

I graciously continued to take her harder and harder, holding tightly to her soft, perfect skin even as it formed blemishes under my fingertips. I was plowing her wet cunt hard, and combined with the perfect sounds, smells, and feel that was the goddess under me, I couldn't last another moment.

"I'm cumming!" I cried out.

"Yes… do it, take it!"

I thrust into her like a piston, and it was only as I looked down at her writhing body that I noticed she was starting to glow. When I lost my seed and started to cum inside her, her body similarly exploding in a blinding light.

"Ahn… yes! Take it!" She cried out.

I stopped thrusting, plunging my dick deep in her womb as I came uncontrollably, but I also had to shield my eyes from the extreme light she was letting off. I couldn't even understand what was happening. I felt an extreme warmth flood into me. It was almost like her entire body which was under me suddenly could wrap around every inch of me and fill me with warmth and sexual satisfaction through every cell of my body.

"Thank you… Hakaru…" her voice didn't come from under me, but from right in my ear. "Please watch over me."

The light suddenly went out as quickly as it had started. I collapsed on top of Netorare. I was gasping for breath. The feeling had been out of this world. I could still feel her body under me. Her tight pussy still had my dick in it, and I had just blown a load of cum inside her. That moment of being carpeted in light felt like it had been an illusion.

"Mm… ah…" Netorare started to shift and move under me groggily.

I stroked her face, kissing her lips.

"Mm!" She made a noise of surprise, suddenly, she started moving, as if she was trying to get out from under me.

I pulled back. "What? What is it?"

My eyes still had trouble adjusting to the relative darkness of the room, especially after that extreme light, but as the dark patches faded away, I saw a girl under me. It wasn't Netorare at all, but the form she had shown me a few moments ago, the schoolgirl. Her eyes were open and her expression was completely unlike any I had ever seen on Netorare's face. In fact, she looked like she had no clue who I was.

However, there was one thing we were both aware of. We were both naked, and I was inside her. The girl began to scream.

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"Ah, she passed out."

A moment after screaming, the girl under me closed her eyes and went limp. I pulled away, getting off of her, not that my confusion had been alleviated at all. Where had Netorare gone? What the heck just happened? Suddenly, there was another girl under me. I could see cum leaking from her crotch even. She was still cute, but she wasn't the goddess I had gotten on top of.

"Congratulations. You leveled." A voice came from behind me.

I spun quickly around. "Netora- no, Netori…"

She gave a sad smile. "You did it. I can't believe it. You both did it."

I blinked. "What? What did I do?"

Netori coughed. "Ah… that, that's not important. It seems like you won another heart. That leads to some major points-"

"No… I don't care about the points. Who is this girl? What the heck just happened? Where is Netorare?" I demanded, feeling a bit of irritation as she tried to side-step the issue.

"She's gone. Didn't she tell you? That's the person who she was possessing."

"What do you mean? She's gone? Where did Netorare go? Back to heaven?"

"You don't need to know, for now…" Netori tried to answer coyly.

"To hell with that! Netori, if I'm your champion, I need to know what the hell is going on! You need to tell me the truth."

Netori froze for a moment, and then sighed, floating over to the side of the bed next to the girl, "Hakaru… I never expected sister to do that. You were supposed to have a sexual relationship that built gradually. Her divinity was supposed to go into you a little at a time. I never thought… I never realized Netorare would give her everything so simply. I suppose I should have seen it. Giving and loss is within her nature after all."

"You need to speak clearer, Netori, I don't understand." I frowned.

Netori lowered her head. "I had wanted to wait for later to tell you, but now it seems like Netorare has once again quickened my plans."

"Your plans? What are you doing? This isn't just a game to fill up the time of bored gods, is it?" A flash of realization shot through my mind. "You made this game long before there was your hand on the line, why? What's your goal?"

Netori shook her head, "Our story, the story of me and my sisters, it occurred a long time ago."

"Cuckold says he is your brother, but it's different between you and your sisters, isn't it?"

"Cuckold has appeared?" Netori's eyes widened, but then she made an annoyed sound. "Tsk, that man. No, he is not my family, and he is no brother of mine. In fact, gods and goddesses don't have families. We're not born, we're created. Sure, relationships form. Some gods and goddesses bond and form close relationships, but there is no blood relationship between them."

"Wait… when I used a skill on Netorare intended for you, it worked. You said it was because you were related."

She slowly nodded her head. "Netorare, Netorase, and I are an exception. We truly share the same blood."

"How is that?"

"Because… a long time ago, we were the same."

"Wh-what?"

"A long time ago there used to be a powerful goddess, the goddess of NTR. There was… an event and I was split into three, Netori, Netorare, and Netorase. We don't simply share magic or share blood. We aren't simply sisters. We were once the same person!"

My mouth fell open as I stared at her. Some part of me had already guessed it might be something like that, but thinking it and hearing it were two completely different things. Still, she didn't answer the question. I had to stay focused if I wanted to get answers out of her.

"What does this have to do with the game?"

"I had a dream. A dream of putting us back together again. NTR Crush is about making a god… I mean a goddess." She blushed.

I could only shake my head. "How am I involved?"

"You're the glue." She continued. "The reason we split apart was because our heart was torn apart. To fix it, I needed to align the hearts of all three of us. Each girl picks a champion, and the champion who won all three of us would align our hearts and allow us to reform NTR. That champion will be you."

"Me? But there is still Netorase's champion, right?"

She nodded. "That was supposed to be the case. There was supposed to be time. You were to gain our divinity a little at a time. You see, we can control the loss of divinity to a certain extent by blocking our hearts. Meaningless sex would take very little. If a champion with a little bit of divinity failed, it'd be no big deal. However, I never imagined that my sister would give up everything to you in one go. Now, she's inside you."

"She's… wait…what?"

"You must take Netorase as well, and when the time comes, me."

I shook my head, scooting back on my bed, "S-seriously? You want me to… what… incubate a goddess inside me? Forget it. Use the other champion."

"I already said," Netori's expression turned sour, "It's too late. Netorare is in you now. It was supposed to be simple. You'd beat their champion and win the hearts of my sisters, then… maybe I could come to… well, it doesn't matter now. Netorare decided to blow the event out by leaking my plans, and I'm not even sure if Netorase is playing the game at all. She seems to be off playing her own games. I feel more separated from my sisters than ever before. You must win… or…"

"Or what?" I demanded taking a step forward and fighting back a pang of anger deep in my gut.

"Or… we die." She responded simply.

Stunned, I stepped back again, propping myself against the wall. "Die? Death? Seriously? All of you? Not just Netorare?"

She nodded. "We were all linked. Now that she had regressed into her divinity, the two of us will also lose power. You must conquer us and reforge our divinity, or we will eventually cease to be."

"Wh-why me?" I demanded. "Why did you pick me?"

Netori smiled gently. "Because… it had to be you. You're the one I chose since the beginning."

My emotions turned into a jumbled mess. I felt anger, disgust, and frustration. I felt like she had used me for her own devices. Yet, at the same time, I'd have been dead if she didn't steal my death first. From the moment I tried to kill myself, didn't I forfeit my right to care what happened after? I shook my head, I just didn't have a good answer. Now that Netori told me the truth, I felt more confused than ever. Maybe I should have listened to her and remained clueless.

"I… think I need a bit," I said softly.

Netori's eyes flashed with regret, but then she nodded. "Very well. However, you have earned many points. Netorare gave her heart and trust to you completely. You're level 4. That is 5 vanity points and 32,115 points."

"32,000! I'm nearly level 5 then." I said.

She nodded. "Only 8,000 points to go. You also can earn one level 4 skill and 1 level 3 skill if you wanted."

"Why are skills so expensive… and so seemingly weak." I said bitterly.

"Weakness is relative. These abilities already break the limit of being a human!" Netori sniffed. "What, did you just want to snap your fingers and have girls throw their panties at you? I could give you such a skill, but it'd earn you nothing when it comes to the game.

"I give you what I think you can use to grow. This isn't about banging as many women as possible. Despite sleeping with hundreds of women, your opponents aren't any higher level than you. Banging women was never the nature of the game. It's about stealing the hearts of women. How could you win a goddesses' heart when you can't even sway a single mortal?"

"Well, I already have Netorare and you… that leaves Netorase left." Although I had to admit that Netorase would be difficult.

"Hmph… Do you think you have me? Just because I chose you doesn't mean I've given you my heart!"

"But doesn't this make everything simple? All I have to do is focus on you and Netorase, and then we're done. What's the point of playing then…"

"This is one thing and that is another. The other Champions only need to defeat you to win the game according to rules set by the elder gods. As for you, you must keep and win both of our hearts. You must fight against everyone!"

"I didn't ask for that!" I said.

"It doesn't matter, it is what has to be."

"Then you should help me more! Tell me who the other Champions and Gods are."

"Enough of this! If you were to cheat to get what you want, there would be no point in any of this. I'm helping you become the person you need to be. You just have to accept that. Now, you wanted time to think… so quit stalling and pick your abilities!" Netori was clearly getting agitated.

Just accept it? At first, I thought I was in some kind of harmless game from an immortal. The rules were cruel, but everything was fair. Now, I learned I was a single soldier versus an army. That I was expected to somehow alter the fate of a goddess and do all the heavy lifting for her. Worse, she had known this from the beginning but said nothing!

"Tsk… what's the point in picking a skill? They were all carefully selected by you in the first place, right? You've been manipulating everything for your own convenience anyway. Isn't that really why you left Netorare alone with me? You knew she'd be the first to fall for me, right?"

"Hakaru…" Her eyes flashed angrily.

"Tell me I'm wrong? Tell me that every skill, every interaction wasn't something you had planned out just to fix yourself?"

"Pick your skills." She responded simply in a low voice.

"Pick them yourself." I shrugged. "This has always been your game since the very beginning."

"That's not… that's not true." Netori responded. "It doesn't work that way. You have to pick."

She had a stubburn look on her face, and I got the feeling that she wouldn't leave until I picked. It wasn't like I hadn't thought about it. I just went with my previous decision.

"Fine… Inner Desires." I shrugged, turning away from her and looking out the window. "Throw all of the vanity into looks."

"Inner desires has no limits to the amount you can activate it, but it is dependent on how the girl feels for you. If her feelings are superficial, you'll only hear superficial wants. But that is a foundation for-"

"It's fine…" I said curtly, without turning back around.

"Okay…" She said, her voice still low.

Her word was followed by silence. I turned back and saw that she had disappeared without saying anything. The girl who had been lying on my bed was gone too. She had taken the girl with her. I supposed that was one less worry I had to think about.

I didn't even know why I felt so angry. Was it because she had kept things about NTR Crush from me? Was it because Netorare disappeared suddenly? Was it because I suddenly had all of this responsibility? Was it because the game felt rigged? Maybe, it was a little bit of everything.

Deep down, I knew I was being unfair. Netori had saved my life. I'd be dead without her. However, it didn't stop the flood of emotions from running through my mind. Just as I was about to collapse on the bed, a scent reach my nose. It was Netorare's unmistatakable aroma, still clinging to the sheets from when she was here only minutes before.

Playing through my head were Netorare's last few moments. Tell sister I am no coward. Tell her, I'm all in. Netorare's sadness wasn't present when she said that. In fact, the melancholy that always affected her was completely absent. You're our last hope, she said. She had given her trust in me, and I didn't even wait for the cum to dry before I was betraying it. I felt a pang of regret.

I might be Netori's Champion, and we might have flirted a bit, but Netori wasn't mine. Then there was Netorase, who seemed to have no interest in me at all. Not only did she destroy my attempts to get close to Kira, but she wouldn't even look at me when she did it. Two sisters who had lost everything, and I couldn't say I was in a better situation with either one of them. Only Netorare chose to put her faith in me. She opened her heart to me entirely, even though it could be burned.

At that moment, my smartphone started ringing. I reached and picked it up. The caller ID showed me it was Gio.

"Hey… I found out some information on that name you gave me, the God of Lust Society. They're old, been around for ages. My old man was in the group. Apparently, recently, something happened and they've been getting bolder. It used to be one girl a year they'd blackmail and turn into their sex puppet, but this year has been a bit of a free for all. Even dad doesn't understand what's going on. I managed to get a hold of the entry code. You busy Friday?"

"Yeah, I can make it."

"These people messed with my sister. My dad feels remorse, but even he won't touch these people. That's how terrifying they are. However, I ain't no coward. For every one they wronged, I want to take these fuckers out. Are you down?"

"What can I say?" I shrugged, my fist tightening as resolution formed deep inside me. "I'm all in."

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"Hello, Hakaru-san." Sasori Fukumi purred.

"What do you want, sensei?" I asked, my voice flat and my expression hinting at nothing.

"Hakaru…" She said, sitting right in front of me on my desk, crossing her legs in a short miniskirt that was barely acceptable for a teacher at school.

I could tell just by looking at her that she was wearing extremely sexy underwear. Part of the reason was that it was just slightly visible through her shirt. She picked a shirt just opaque enough you could barely make out the sexy black bra underneath.

Over the last week, Sasori had started doing things like this to try to catch my attention. Since I had disappeared after visiting Kira early this week, I had tried to keep my communication with Sasori strictly as a teacher and student thing. I had a lot to think about, especially when it came to Kira and Netori, and Sasori just wasn't of interest right now. I really didn't want to deal with her escapist crap. She flirted, cheated, and had sex as a means of escaping reality, but that just wasn't what I wanted to do.

The culmination of all of that was that once I started ignoring her, she started acting out to try to get my attention. Her outfits at school had grown bolder and bolder. Right now, she showed significant cleavage, had a skirt that some would call indecent. Her hair was done up in a long ponytail braid. She had on makeup in a way that enhanced her features like that of a movie star. She truly was stunningly beautiful, and she had been the talk of the entire school the last few days.

"Did you see what Mrs. Fukumi is wearing today? Damn that vice-principal is a lucky man!"

"Damn, what I wouldn't give to stick my head in those breasts."

"She bent over in front of me yesterday and it took everything I had not to put my hand up her skirt."

"Hehe… I bet she's not even wearing underwear."

This kind of talk was floating everywhere if you stopped to listen. It was enough that you'd think the vice-principal would be embarrassed and furious at the mockery his wife was making. However, that would only be the case at a normal school. This school was controlled by the God of Lust Society, and it seemed like several of its members were Champions of gods. This was a school where the Student Council President was given to the sports team as a means of encouragement.

The Vice-Principal walked through the halls with a grin on his face, apparently quite pleased that his wife was being ogled by other men. When he saw me, he always took the time to give me a smile and a wink, as if to ask if I noticed his wife and suggest I take her for a ride. That was one of the other reasons I had cut off things between myself and Sasori. I didn't want to give this man a single point, even inadvertently.

As far as Kira, I hadn't been able to find her at all. Even when I asked after her, she was always gone by the time I got there. I suspected that Netorase must be warning her or something. I complained about the level of cheating that her sister was doing to Netori one of the few times she would talk to me after our argument. She only sniffed and crossed her arms.

"The other gods and goddesses don't do as much as you may think. Rather, why do you assume all of your failures are because others are cheating? You've also had many advantages others did not receive. You started first, and I even offered myself to put you on your way. Netorare sacrificed her body and heart for you. Meanwhile, you go around the school with rumors that you have connections to the mafia and stole both your sister and Akiko out from other men. Any player would be foolish to not guess you were a player, and I bet many of them would call you the cheat!"

Her answer was at that level. If I wanted to win Netori's heart, it seemed like I was farther than I had ever been.

Of course, all of that culminated today, the day before the Friday event where I'd finally expose these bastards for what they were. Sasori had used her power as a teacher to make me stay after school. I still thought about walking out, but I didn't put it above her putting me into detention and making me serve it privately with her. At the very least, I didn't want to give Sasori even an inch right now, even as she sat on my desk with her ass practically in my face.

"Hakaru, you haven't stopped over to my house in some time." She said, her lips pouting. "You're making a girl feel lonely."

"Sasori…" I sighed, "Mrs. Fukumi, what is it you're looking for?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" She blinked, and then a small smile formed. "Do you mean, top or bottom?"

Her hand reached and she tried to put it up my shirt. She had an eager expression on her face and was licking her lips seductively. It was pretty clear what she was expecting. I pulled away, causing the smile on her face to slip into confusion.

"I mean, your life is a mess. Your husband knows you've been cheating on him with me. He's known all along."

"Th-that's impossible." She laughed like I was joking, and then tried to put her hands on me again, but I backed up another step. "Hakaru… you shouldn't make up-"

"It gets him off. He likes seeing other men use you. He likes watching his daughter get raped too."

Finally, the humor in her expression fell, and a stern look appeared. "Hakaru, these kinds of accusations…"

"I don't really care if you believe me. I just thought you should know. However, you've been denying everything else in front of you, so why should I be surprised that you'd pretend even my words are a lie. It must be convenient interpreting things for your own convenience."

"That's not fair! How dare you!" Her expression started to turn angry, but I couldn't stop now.

"I love Kira. Even if the pair of you won't protect her, I will." I said.

"So, you only care about the younger model, is that it?" She said bitterly.

I sighed. It really didn't matter what I said. It would take something truly shocking to break her from her comfy lies. I just didn't want to be a part of them. I grabbed her arms and pulled her close to me. Her lips parted slightly, but I made no attempt to kiss her. Instead, I looked her in the eyes carefully.

"Mrs. Fukumi, I would protect you too." I said, "However, I only steal a woman worth taking. That woman is no longer you."

I released her and turned around, grabbing my backpack and heading for the door. Sasori watched me with her mouth open, but she seemed to not know what to say. In truth, I didn't even know myself why I didn't just use her for sex. Perhaps, I just like the idea of enabling her. Perhaps, with her husband giving her to me and her throwing herself at me, I didn't feel like she was truly mine. It was a jumbled up knot of emotions that I simply didn't want to explore.

When I entered the hallway, a familiar face was standing there. He made me feel a well of deep bitterness and anger, but also resignation. At the very least, I knew I had made the right decision.

"Hakaru…" The vice-principal smiled. "You truly like to tease my wife too much. I'm afraid she isn't as into denial play as I am."

"I'm done with your wife," I responded. "You can find some other player to milk points off of."

He scratched his cheek and laughed. "Is that your answer? That truly is unfortunate. I thought you had what it took to be a winner, but it looks like you'll be crushed under his foot in the end. Well, this was to be expected. Actually, I came to tell you that Cuckold is withdrawing his offer to aid you."

My eyes widened. "Withdrawing? Why?"

"He has sensed what you have done to his sister, Netorare. He said he knows what you all are planning now, and he wants no part of it. In fact, if you continue along this path, he says you'll have to excuse him if he starts playing unfair."

What path was the vice-principal talking about? Was he talking about the fact that the three sisters are combining as one? Why does he want to get in the way of all of that? I truly didn't understand the goal of anyone involved.

"I'll keep that under advisement," I said, not really knowing how else to answer.

"Oh, and one more thing. This isn't a message from Cuckold. This is a personal piece of advice. After all, you're still a junior at my school, and I do not want to see you hurt."

"What is that, Vice-Principal?" I remained polite with my words, but my tone was sour and my eyes felt like ice as they stared at him.

All of this seemed to just roll off the other man who remained smiling. "It's simply this. There is a certain event tomorrow that I think Hakaru is thinking about joining."

I tried to keep my face as expressionless as possible. "Oh? I've not heard of such a thing."

"Well, perhaps you have now." The man chuckled. "I'm simply advising you not to go. What can I say? You won't like what you see there."

"You're talking about another sacrifice, right? Another girl being gang-raped? Is it Kira? Are you seriously going to turn your daughter into a meat toilet for a bunch of men?"

He laughed. "Ah… but watching my family being forcibly raped over and over again, it's the ultimate tease! I heard how you truly feel about her, so I recommend you don't show up. I wouldn't want your childish mind to break under the notions of love. However, if you do come to enjoy the show, remember that if you had joined me when you had the chance, none of this would have been necessary."

I fought the urge to punch him in the face. I really wanted to at that moment, but if I did, I would certainly get into major trouble, and it would damper my capacity to do anything. Mr. Fukumi broke into laughter and there was nothing I could do as he pushed past me and entered the room with his wife. She was probably shocked to see him, especially with me having just left. No, I was just trying to distract myself from what he said.

To the best of my knowledge, Kira had been abused, had sex, and done group sex stuff, but it hadn't been at the same level as Eiko. Now, it seemed, Netorase, that bitch, was finally making her move. She was going to share my Kira with everyone, and in the end, Mr. Fukumi figured I'd be powerless to stop it.

Of course, I wouldn't be able to just barge in, sweep her off her feet, and then take her away as I had done with Akiko and Maria. This event was going to take a lot more finesse and planning. I looked through my phone, found the first number to call, and then dialed it.

"Eiko? Yeah, it's Hakaru. It is time that I called in that favor."

It was time to prepare for war.

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Friday night, I was sitting at a bench on the side of the street. The light of the sun was just starting to set. A nondescript, black vehicle pulled up to the side of the street, stopping right in front of me. Without a word, I walked up to it, opened the door, and stepped in. Sitting in the driver's seat was none other than Gio. As soon as I got into my seat, he shoved a pile of folded-up clothing into my lap.

"So, what's the deal?" I asked, unfolding the items he gave me.

Inside the bundle was a dark cloak with a hoodie. There was also a kind of identification card. The card had nothing on it but a single symbol. The symbol was 'V' surrounded by a circle. God of Lust Society, huh? There wasn't a V in the name, so perhaps it stood for a woman's vagina? Talk about literally putting the pussy on a pedestal.

"Put on the cloak," Gia said. "No one is supposed to know anyone else's identity. That's kind of the point of the society. In our case, it's doing us a favor. You don't want to be identified in there."

"No masks?" I asked, remembering the animal masks we had to wear as part of that hot spring's orgy event.

"No, it's considered bad etiquette to look at others directly. Keep your head down, bang the women, say very little. Anyone who obtains membership is allowed to enter. There is nothing barring either of us entry, but I don't want my face associated with that place. It defiantly has a cult-like feel to it."

Pulling apart and eyeing the robe, I definitely couldn't disagree.

"The most important thing isn't the badge or the robe. It's the phrase. The phrase is what gives you entry into the next meeting. 'May the bonds of matrimony be broken, and he return onto this world.' That's the saying."

"Bonds of matrimony? Do you mean marriage? Saying it like that makes it sound like a prison sentence."

"Yeah… it's definitely odd, but I don't really want to be asking too many questions about a cult I'm planning on sneaking into." Gio sighed. "My plan is to find the name of the person who wronged Gina. I'm going to find her baby's daddy, and then I'm going to break his legs. If anyone else was involved, I'll make them pay too. What is it you plan to do there? I have a feeling that once we get inside, we're going to be on our own."

"I have a camera I'm using. I just want to get some incriminating photos. I might not be able to blackmail them, but I should be able to keep them from blackmailing me." I explained. "Although the cloaks will make things a bit more difficult."

That was the story I was willing to tell him, but that was only a small part of what I wanted to accomplish. I also wanted to find information on anyone who was supported by a god or goddess, free Kira, and get a little revenge of my own. I had discussed my plans with Akiko, Maria, and Netori. I had gleaned every piece of information I could from Eiko as well. I wasn't planning on going into this blind. Although, I didn't want any of them actually coming to the society. I feared for their safety above all else.

The location where they were meeting was a rented-out club. It looked like it used to be a strip joint or something. I could see other cars pulling up, and men in robes getting out. They seemed to be coming from all walks of life, with some in beater cars, while others were in a Lexus. We found a secluded spot away from the entering people, put on our robes, and then headed towards the door.

Like Gio had recommended, he moved with his head lowered. It was a strange sight to behold, although I couldn't see his face. It was hard to imagine the normally hot-headed Gio acting docile. He must have been using all of his restraint to keep quiet. I suspected he wanted to kick the door down and yell out that whoever touched his sister better surrender or die. It spoke to the seriousness of this all if even he was frightened to act out at this event.

That was actually part of the reason I didn't mind splitting and going on my own once inside. I needed to move secretly, and I didn't need Gio causing a ruckus. Actually, with us separated, it'd be great if he caused a ruckus at the right time. That might actually make what I needed to do even easier. We ended up approaching the front of the doors. There was just a nondescript door that seemed like it was locked. If I wasn't following Gio or had seen other men knock on it not a few moments ago, I would have assumed there was nothing happening here.

Without missing a beat, Gio knocked three times on the door. At least for this part, it seemed like he was very comfortable with this kind of thing. There was absolute silence on the other side. Had I been alone, I might have started looking around confused. However, Gio leaned close to the door and spoke.

"May the bonds of matrimony be broken, and he return to this world," Gio said, although his voice showed some strain like he was forcing himself to enunciate every word.

There was another second of silence, and then a click, scrape, and the door opened. On the inside was a man easily twice the thickness of the both of us. He was wearing a robe too, but his hood was up. He was a bald, middle-aged tough who looked like someone I did not want to bounce with. Gio's shoulders relaxed upon seeing the door open. Had the code been wrong, then our night would have ended right there.

"Well, passed the easy part." He mumbled under his breath and then stepped in.

I followed behind with a nod. It seemed stupid repeating the same code that he had just said. Obviously, I'd know it because he knew it. Thankfully, the big man didn't bar my path, only looking at my pass and then closing the door behind me.

As soon as the door shut, I could hear the sound of music playing off in the distance. We were in a long hallway with curtains up over every window. It had a somewhat skuzzy feel. It wasn't nearly the rich lavishness I had imagined from that gold embroidered card with the V. Rather, this looked like some club that depended on bribes to the health commissioner to allow them to keep going. We took a look at each other and then followed the only path made available.

The music continued to increase until we came out into a bar-like area with a stage. On the stage was a stripper. God of Lust my ass! This really was just a bunch of guys at a strip club, wasn't it? All the secrecy had gotten into my head that this was some kind of deep, dark conspiracy. I was expecting virgin sacrifices, goats, and rich aristocrats. The reality was something far sillier.

The men were all robed, but they were just drinking and ogling the stripper women. Most of them had their hoods up now that they were indoors and were chatting quite casually. Occasionally, a man slipped a woman extra and the pair left into a backroom, likely so he could get a lapdance or a blowjob. Admittedly, I had never been in a strip club before, so this was all new to me, but I had seen movies and stuff. In the end, this big secret society of the Goddess of Lust was actually a group of middle-aged men sneaking out to bang strippers!

No, that wasn't all they had. There was also the main event, an unwilling high school girl who was being coerced into providing her body. These may just be normal men, but they were normal men that were doing something despicable in secret. I couldn't forget that. Just because many of these men looked like normal people, I couldn't let myself be distracted. That guy could be a gardener. That one might be a doctor. The one over there was the vice-principal.

My eyes widened as I located him so easily. Of course, he was the one I was most interested in following. It was his daughter at this event, so if I wanted to get to her, he was my best bet. I shot Gio one last look and the pair of us nodded and split up. As for me, I didn't head straight to the vice-principal. Even with my cloak, there was too much chance that he would recognize me. Instead, I found a table close enough to his that I could listen. It was close to the strip tables, so I didn't need to engage with the other men. They were too busy playing with the stripper, trying to slip ¥1000 bills into her thigh.

I sat down, in my seat and watched the woman dance. Admittedly, this really was stimulating, but I had tasted a goddess and beautiful teen women. This woman was at least ten years older, and couldn't compare to the beauties in my life. Even so, I found it difficult to remain seated and listen to the conversation happening at the table the vice principal was at.

"And then… that little slut told me she was married! I was like, so? That's your problem for being such a hoe!" A guy broke into laughter.

The other guys chuckled along with him. It seemed like the men were regaling stories of their sexual conquests over the week. It was… such a regular thing to do.

"What about you?" The man continued after he finished laughing at his own story. "You're a teacher or something, right? All those hot high school students, you must get all kinds of youthful pussy."

The vice-principal laughed while scratching his balding head. "Ah, I occasionally get a good taste. However, I'm more about bringing people together. It's pretty easy. Teenagers are always horny. You just put a male and a female in the same room, and they just start fucking. Then, of course, you film it."

"Is that how you blackmailed all those girls to come to these things?"

"Haha… you show them caught on tape and talk about explulsion, and they never even question why there was a security tape in the closet. In my office, I have tapes of half the students in the school banging in one position or another."

"Sloppy amateur porn… what about feeling the girls."

"Excuse me, sir, do you want something to drink?"

My attempt to listen to them was cut off by a busty woman with big breasts who came to get an order.

"Ah… yeah, jack and coke." I ordered without missing a beat.

I wish I had thought of it on my own, but it was actually my dad who said if I wanted to look like a man but order a sugary drink, Jack and Coke was my best bet. It was half soda, so I could get away with drinking something sweet without ordering something too fruity like a Pina Colada or something.

The woman left, but then the stripper on the stage started harassing me, shaking her ass in my face. I could smell the baby oil and perfume. I guess the men she had previously been hitting up were dwindling on bills. I sighed and went into my wallet to find something to pay her to go away. Unfortunately, I only had some ¥2000 bills. I grabbed one and quickly tried to shove it in her g-string.

As soon as my hand went to leave, she reached down and grabbed it. While holding my hand, she removed the twenty with the other. At first, I thought maybe I had a counterfeit and she was going to call me out on it, but she took the money up to her lips and then pushed them against it. When she turned it around, a red lipstick stain was on the folded-up bill. She then put it in my hand and had me stick it between her chests She was still a hot stripper, even if she was older, so naturally I responded with a gulp as I slid it down her chest.

She finally let go of my hand, and the men who were around the table with me cheered. As for the girl, she jumped down from the table and started straddling my lap. Apparently, giving her a ¥2000 bill made her think she could get more from me with a lap dance. She started grinding on my lap, and my member started to grow. This seemed to encourage her more as she jammed my face in her chest. I only just managed to keep my hood on.

Behind me, I heard the vice principal's voice. "Come on, I'm going to go prep the special prize. It's about time we enjoy tonight's sacrifice."

"She's upstairs?" Another said, "I can't believe you're offering up your own family."

"Hehe… the more, the merrier I always say!"

The guys were heading upstairs where she was. I was running out of time. However, now I had a stripper riding my lap and way too many eyes on me. Damn it!

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"You Mother Fucker!" A man shouted and then a table was overturned.

The identity of that man was none other than Gio. It looked like he had finally lost his patience, and was now taking it out on one of the people at the table he was at. His timing was accidental, but also completely perfect for me. I used the distraction and shoved the stripper off of me. She made a little cry of surprise as she was pushed against the stage.

"Hey, Buddy, no touching!" She snapped, clearly misinterpreting things as I shoved her over the edge of the stage.

Most of the crowd was ignoring her though, and I did the same, instead, grabbing my hood and holding it up while I jetted to the stairway. As for the vice-principal and his group, they too were stopped, looking at the escalating scene as Gio leaped forward and struck a guy in the face. Three robed men tried to mob him, but these weren't gang members, just regular men, so he was able to hold his own and knock one into another. More tables fell over and there was a scream, but I ignored it, racing up the stairway.

With luck, no one saw me, but I didn't really care very much if I was seen anyway. At the top of the stairs, I ended up in another long hallway with doors on either side. When I pushed them open, I more often than not saw a man in a robe getting a blowjob from a stripper or something of the like. A few shouted 'occupied' when the door opened, but some didn't even bother saying anything, just continuing like animals.

It was the fifth door down that when I shoved it open, I saw a familiar woman on the bed who wasn't engaged in sex. When I saw her, my expression immediately froze. It wasn't Kira like I had been expecting.

There was an older woman on the bed. She was wearing skimpy lingerie. Her hair had been done up, and she had makeup on. She looked quite pretty lying there. She looked droopy, almost sleepy. I bit my lip irritated. All of that work and Kira wasn't even here. I didn't even have to check the other rooms. Just remembering the look in the Vice-Principal's eyes told me all I needed to know. As soon as Sasori couldn't get what she wanted from me, she was just ripe for the plucking by the Vice-Principal.

I felt a little bitter, a little sad, and a little disgusted. I shook my head. Maybe it was better just to cancel my plans. It looked like this entire night would just be a giant bust. I went to close the door, turning away from the scene. Sasori 's fate was her own.

"Mmm… Hakaru…" The words came out in a murmur, but something about the tone caused me to stop.

I stood there in the hallway for a moment, and then I could hear a sniffling, crying noise. I opened up the door and walked in, letting it shut behind me. Walking up to the bed, I could see chains binding her to the headboard and the footboard. She didn't just look out of it she was genuinely unconscious. More than that, she appeared to be crying in her sleep. Even like this, she was incredibly beautiful. I reached out and touched her cheek, catching a tear.

"Hakaru… I'm sorry…" She said… her voice filled with despair. "I'm so sorry… please…"

Her eyes twitched, deep in sleep. These were not things she was saying to me. She appeared to be having an upsetting nightmare. I slapped her cheek lightly.

"Oi… sensei… wake up."

She jerked, her eyes opening, but then slowly closing again. A smile formed on her face and then she pushed her cheek against my hand. Her smile looked so happy.

"Hakaru… you came…" her voice sounded pleased, but a moment later her breathing steadied and it was clear she was asleep again.

"You're drugged," I said in realization.

She wasn't there by choice. It wasn't some offer given at a time of weakness. Her husband had slipped her some knockout drugs. She'd probably slowly wake up in the living nightmare of being used as someone's meat toilet. Suddenly, I felt a wave of anger. I knew I didn't have the right to be angry. I had thrown her away. Yet this… this was absolutely reprehensible. I couldn't allow it to continue.

Looking down at her, I reflected over my actions recently. I had focused on Kira and pushed Sasori aside. At first, I just wanted to use her to earn points, but after finding out about Mr. Fukumi's perversions, I had grown disgusted by the idea. I had pushed her away and held her personally accountable for everything Kira experienced. However, she was no less vulnerable than her daughter. She had been no less victimized by her husband. I'd been so desperate to put the title Mother on her, and blame her for failing to do it well, that I forgot she was just a woman too, with the same fears, and desires.

I stroked her cheek. "Mrs. Fukumi, what do you want?"

When Inner Desires was given to me, so too was the knowledge of how to use it. That's how all of the skills worked. Inner Desires had one other set back that made it radically different from Dirt Scribe. That was, the question and answers were always given out loud. I couldn't sneak around and apply hidden knowledge. When all else failed, I could only ask, and hear my answer. Of course, she was barely conscious, so I wasn't sure how well it would work.

"I…. want to be loved…" I looked down, shaking my head. "by Hakaru…"

I looked back up with a shocked expression at those last words. "Why? Why me? Why do you want it to be me?'

She didn't answer. Inner Desires only told you what they wanted, not why. However, I refused to give up, I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. However, she only looked around drowsily, barely conscious I was there. In a sudden spark of inspiration, I used the True Feelings ability.

"Please… tell me, why do you want to be loved by me!" I demanded.

"Because…" She smiled again, her eyes opening up. "I've seen how you love my daughter. I feel like, if it's you who love me, then at least it'd be genuine and real. If it was you, I could allow myself to feel the happiness I have been… huh? Eh? Hakaru!"

Her eyes opened like she was coming out of a trance. Her cheeks exploded in red and she tried to pull up. It was only then that her arms and legs were stopped by the chains.

"Wh-what's going on? Where are we?" She said, pulling on her restraints, her eyes full of fright.

I was just as stunned. She had completely woken up. What had caused that? I had used True Feelings on her. It was described as an ability that cut through everything and made their next choice be based on how they truly felt. Did cutting through not simply mean abilities, but anything that messed with the way the brain functioned? I mean, how could a drunk person be said to make a clear choice based on their heart without a clear head? Suddenly, I understood why True Feelings could be such a powerful ability.

I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my heart. Looking down at the flustered teacher under me, I felt an affection and desire for her that I had kept buried in the past. Up until that point, I had always assumed her feelings for me were phony. She was forcing herself as some form of adaptation. She was clinging to me to escape reality. I had been completely wrong.

Sasori was clinging to me to find reality. The fake relationship was the one she had with her husband. He was a perverted man, and deep down she must have felt the falseness in their relationship. It was no wonder she had lost touch with reality when all she had was that man to support her. He was a monstrous, egotistical bastard who used the women in his life like toys.

Sasori saw something genuine in me, and it was her first true taste of it. At first, it scared her, but as it continued, it became like a drop of water in a desert. She was so desperate to drink in a genuine relationship, that she went overboard. At least, that's the impression she gave me now.

"Sasori… I'm sorry I ignored you."

"Oh…" She made a noise, her body shaking as she seemed to melt under my touch. "Hakaru… I know I'm not a good person. I'm a bad mother and a bad wife. But as long as I'm with you… I believe I can become something better. Please… please don't leave me behind."

Those were her True Feelings. That was the choice she made. To tell me how she truly felt with a clear mind. My lips found hers. Despite the fact she was in restraints, this proved to not be an obstacle as the clothing was scattered to the side of the bed. Of course, I locked the door too. Those men all planned to fuck Sasori tonight. Instead, I'd have her, and they'd have nothing. I felt a bit of delight at that thought.

The pair of us lay naked together, our bodies pressing. Sasori was tied down, giving me complete control. Even if she wanted to attack me aggressively, she had no choice but to bear it as I kissed her body from top to bottom. When my lips reached a ring on her left hand, I hesitated for a second.

"Remove it." Her words held no hesitation whatsoever.

I pulled off her wedding ring. It slipped off surprisingly easy. I then tossed it onto the nightstand. It hit it but slid right off, clattering somewhere behind the bed. Sasori didn't take her eyes off me for a second. I lightly kissed her fingers, one at a time.

"Hakaru…" she said wistfully. "I want you inside me."

Those were powerful words that were always difficult for me to resist. I carefully lifted her knees and pushed inside her. I had fucked Sasori several times now. Sex with her should have been familiar. Yet, as my naked body pressed against hers, I felt like I had entered a completely new territory. Our bodies writhed together as I pushed in and out of her.

"Mmm.. yes… Hakaru.." She gently whispered in my ear, holding me tightly.

Every touch, every motion seemed to carry the affection of something real. Sasori was my teacher, but she was also my lover, and I no longer felt disbelief and shock when I thought about it. Rather, it felt extremely natural that this beautiful woman was mine. The same should be said about Netorare, Netori, Aiko, and Maria. These were my women. It wasn't luck that brought us together. It was the true feelings that we possessed for each other. Those feelings might have been warped or changed thanks to our life experiences, but that didn't make them any less true.

Did Netori recommend the True Feelings ability to me all that time ago because she was hoping I would come to this realization? Did she realize I needed to step out of the fantasy and embrace my reality? I couldn't even guess. However, I felt like I owed her an apology anyway. She was blunt like Netorare, and I couldn't always see what she was doing, but it seemed like she did everything for a reason.

"Hakaru… yes… yes…" Sasori's back arched as she started to climax.

Simply the feeling of being desired and loved was enough to bring this woman to her limits. I heard someone try to open the door. Then there was some knocking. I sneered inwardly while continuing to kiss and fuck Sasori silly. Sorry boys, this room was occupied.

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