Chapter Six

A hot, rough hand shook Saori Hasegawa awake. Her soft gray eyes snapped open, skimming the shadow-filled bedroom as she instinctively searched for whatever had disturbed her peaceful rest. Something felt odd about the air, the atmosphere. A sickly hue seemed to have painted everything in a dim, grisly light - and then she saw it. Her.

A gasp tore out of the bookworm's throat, and Saori was suddenly paralyzed, trapped by her own whirling emotions, pure fear, fear of herself for conjuring a fantasy so startlingly real, so odd. She didn't care about anything but who a person was, gender had always felt oddly irrelevant to her, and yet Minako Arisato was standing there... completely naked and with a strange, jet-black cock in her hand, the odd tip gleaming with pearly white moisture.

Saori would've thought it was some kind of sex toy if she didn't look closer, and notice it was attached to Minako, as if made of her own flesh. Even with the twitching, alien dick in her grip, Minako seemed so soft and delicate, her shapely, athletic body begging to be worshiped. Such a pretty, perfect girl; Saori loved her.

This had to be a dream. Mina-chan looked so unreal, body awash with a ray of vivid, eerie yellow moonlight that poured in through Saori's bedroom window. Her medium-sized breasts, just about a handful, bounced slightly as she walked a few steps closer, shortening the distance between them. Such an amazing chest, and yet that wasn't what stole Saori's attention, it was what lay far above them. Those sunfire eyes stole away her attention, entrapped her; it was strange: they were no longer the warm mahogany hue that Saori adored so much. Now, Minako Arisato had irises of hot, molten gold. Minako's new, piercing gaze stared straight into the Hasegawa girl, peeled apart all the layers of self-defense and shame she bathed in nightly.

In a matter of seconds, her fears transformed into something else entirely. She really didn't care about that thing down south at all, she almost liked it. Whatever fantasies came to her, however real they felt, she wouldn't judge herself for them... if it was Minako, she'd accept any trait, any flaw.

Saori was like that... with those she loved.

"M-Minako," Saori reached out a hand, and moaned softly, her mind coming up with heaps of filthy ideas; she imagined all the different things she could with her close friend's dream body, she wanted to do it all. What face would Minako make as she suckled on that big, dripping cock? Minako never showed certain sides of herself... it was sad, how she'd only get to witness that reaction in a dream.

A shudder tore through Saori, making her throb. She wanted to lick Minako-chan between her legs, it was such an intensely invasive thought lately, even at school. Sometimes, the way Minako looked at her, smiled at her - she needed it. The wetness between Saori's thighs right now... she exhaled heavily, eyes growing half-lidded. She wanted to get fucked... something clicked inside her mind.

She had to move, stop being paralyzed. This was her world. This wasn't real, so she didn't have to think about her parents, the past, shame, holding herself back, dignity, all of those things humans clung to on their daily toil. She could let everything go, be her real self. While in real life, the waking world, she'd hide it all away. Saori's love was a cursed love; she could never fall for someone because she brought misfortune to those she cared about, and yet she was also incapable of banishing these feelings.

Minako entranced her. Saori, heavily invested in books about psychology in her free time, saw through her new friend's feigned facade of being an overly-cheery, popular girl. She recognized a fake smile... Minako smiled so she didn't cry and break down throughout the day. One time, she'd come across Minako during their library duties. Red eyes staring at nothing in particular, the Arisato girl had been standing there, a book half-way pushed into its place on the shelf. The look on her face had made Saori's entire body go cold. Minako was there, on Earth, but in a completely different place. She hadn't just disassociated, the girl, at that moment, felt like she was truly gone from this world, untouchable. It was the look of a woman as she fell from the highest height she could manage to find, it was the look of a girl that had already lost it all, discovered all the painful sides of her ego. It had taken calling the girl's name three times to get Minako's attention, in which case... and this scared Saori more than anything else had, she slipped her mask back on and mechanically transformed into the bubbly jock well-known around Gekkoukan High.

It was all an act... it was like looking in the mirror. After that, she couldn't stop watching her friend, thinking about her. At first, out of concern, and then she realized she was addicted to Minako's elusive smile. Not the fake ones she put on for everyone else. The pained ones, the genuinely happy ones, the silly ones, the victorious ones. She'd been sure she knew all of Minako's expressions, but she'd never seen this one.

Minako was staring at her like she was a stranger. Like it was the first time she'd ever seen Saori, and she was enraptured by the sight of her...

"Man, you can't take your eyes off my body," The gold-eyed girl suddenly scoffed, clicking her tongue, "I cannot believe she's such an idiot. That she's missed out on this, you're even hotter than the sports bitch."

What was she talking about? An odd thought ran through her head. Somehow... this almost felt real.

"Uhm, M-Minako," Saori said softly, eyes eating up the form of the girl that haunted most of her thoughts, asleep or awake. She pinched herself, wondering if that old saying was true. If it was, she was still here, and so was Minako.

"Yes, Saori?" The gold-eyed girl purred softly, her head slightly cocked.

"This is a dream... right?"

"Ah. Not really! But if it helps, you should think of it that way. You won't remember most of it anyways." She approached Saori and smiled like a hungry predator. It was a completely unfamiliar look. Saori's gaze lingered on her cock, tracked to every motion. "I'm not in that much of a rush, but... well, I don't have all the time in the world. They'll be out hunting for me you see. Ah, but you don't care about that. I'm just here to stick my cock in you, Saori. Forgive me for my crudeness, my other half is so freakishly nice, that I can't help but be honest in compensation. It's my nature, I suppose."

"I-I don't mind if you're crude," Saori said slowly, "but I'd like this moment to be special. Is that a lot to ask? I just... I... like you." The pale girl, with ancient eyes, smiled weakly, staring bashfully at the floor.

It was. And yet... the Shadow felt its hackles lower. Perhaps they were hunting her right now, it was the Midnight Hour, but - more likely - Minako Arisato was still burying herself in her room, avoiding the issue; all while indulging herself on the fruit of the shadow's labor during the day. So, maybe she didn't have to rush as much as she originally thought she did.

If they came now... it'd be unfortunate. Perhaps she could beat them, but it wasn't a guarantee, her prey wasn't quite ready yet. She'd set the seed in many of them, but there were still a few targets she had left, and really, that was just the start. Instinct told her that she was soiling their insides, in a very real, potent way... she was making them hers.

Her other half did not have much time left, and yet, the same reason this sexy as Hell library girl didn't question the monstrous cock between her crush's legs, why this was happening, was she could count on her 'true self' to remain unreliable, incompetent, and unable to face herself. These girls were so ready, aching for Minako Arisato, that they were willing to do almost literally anything for her, and she was so blind and full of self-hate and homophobia she didn't even see it.

What a catch, this one. That beauty mark was exceptional. She wanted to kiss it. And those eyes, the most enticing she'd ever seen. Bold, dark and gleaming, so full of hunger. The shadow's dick twitched as she felt her prey's hot probing stare stroking her off. She needed more than eyes, needed it rubbed, pushed inside that hot, gripping heaven, but no... Saori Hasegawa, the porcelain, delicate flower, with her oddly ancient aura, her detached way of speaking, her beautiful, mature face and body... was special to her cowardly self - and so this violation had to be special. She'd take her time, tattoo the sensation of her touch into Saori's mind, and replace Herself.

The shadow nearly laughed then and there. It was funny, wasn't it? Because the "real" Minako was not daring enough to sink her teeth in for just a little taste, because she was unwilling to step away from all of society's expectations and become her true self, the Shadow was going to devour all those near and dear to her.

The Shadow slowly let her gaze drag down Saori's mature face, absorbing every feature. So many dudes at Gekko were obsessed with this full-figured bitch. The girls who wanted to destroy her envied her. How could she blame them? With a face like that, with an ass and hips like that, no woman could possibly trust the dark-eyed succubus around their boyfriends, because no doubt everyone around her wanted her, or otherwise wanted to be her. And Saori was too kind to even embrace that beauty, become the cold, callous bitch she needed to be to survive in this world with such a curse.

The Shadow began to shake with excitement. She could wait no longer. She needed to feel, taste, Saori's flesh against her own. She'd make love to her other self's precious friend, the girl Minako was so desperate to 'save' from herself. From her feelings.

Minako climbed onto the bed where the librarian girl lay, slowly draping her body over Saori's. Her gaze didn't move from her prey's, even as their bodies met.

Minako was exceptionally soft, so warm, and although her curves were far less than that of Saori's, it still felt good when their chests brushed together. Saori gasped as her crush kissed her harshly, sucking and licking at her lips, her hands slowly stroking down the librarian's full form, lingering on her chest especially. She'd never had her breasts played with like this, so lovingly, rough although that wasn't quite the word for it. Mina's touch was possessive, it lingered in a certain way that made her heart thump, her belly warm.

Minako rubbed that odd, impossible cock against her, the flesh burning-hot. It twitched like a little animal, and Saori parted her thighs when the brunette nudged them with her knees, clearly trying to get access. The Shadow seemed shocked as Saori reached over, and pulled the covers over both of them, enveloping her fellow student in her arms. She pulled Minako as close as possible, and kissed her hard on the mouth in the comforting embrace of the darkness.

Minako's vivid gold eyes were her beloved suns, she didn't want to look away. Saori deepened the kiss, pressed her tongue within, and gasped when she realized just how long Minako's tongue was supposedly not a dream, yet the texture, length, of her beloved Mina's tongue was so odd. At least half a foot, it probed violently along her cheeks and inner gums, demanding, tasting. It did not caress, it slithered, so incredibly invasive. Down south, Minako started to press that other apparition into her hard, nudging the taller girl's sex through her clothing.

When Minako reached under her nightgown, found the waistband of Saori's panties, the shadow froze - an odd look on her face. "You're really not resisting at all. Rio at least pretended she cared."

"Resisting? You're finally going to become one with me. Silly girl, there's nothing to resist."

The Shadow looked like Saori just hit her, flinching back. Then, the surprise was replaced by something darker, amusement. "Become one? You really are a fucked-up girl. Your heads broken, your body. You love my monster cock, don't you? Slut."

"I disagree," she said firmly, "I just know that I love you, Minako. But you can call me whatever you want to, really... I kind of like it when you're mean to me." It was true, when Minako called her broken, derogatory things, it made her clit pulse. "You can do whatever you want to me."

"Tch."

It wouldn't do if Minako didn't believe her. She'd have to prove herself. Saori smiled slowly, unbuttoning her nightgown to reveal her big, milky white breasts. "Come here, Mina-chan. This might not be real… but I want to show the dream Minako my love, too." Minako gasped as Saori pressed her face to her tit. In real life, Saori could never be so bold. It was an emotion she was incapable of, she was destined in the shadows, to be left behind. But those gold eyes did something to her, invigorating some swirling, hot miasma within her.

This stupid girl! She'd already explained this wasn't a dream! And yet the shadow could not find it in her to be upset about being touched so lovingly. About having fingers combed through her hair, down her back... even with a body like this, Saori's pure affection for her shined through. She'd said it herself, perhaps it was best if Saori just embraced the idea of it being a dream, since she'd not remembered most of it anyway.

Her mind completely broke down for a moment as she took in Saori... She really was so fucking beautiful. It was almost inhumane. If you were to place Saori anywhere in history, she'd draw the attention of all around her. A timeless, unquestionable kind of beauty. Those narrow eyes, that odd, knowing little smile of hers, the twinkle in her gaze - this was the Saori Hasegawa that Minako coveted, and refused to let herself desire? She was so damn obvious about her feelings, even in reality - she truly despised that weakling. It was ridiculous.

She'd do everything her cowardly self wouldn't. Everything! Frantic, the shadow took one nipple between her lips, the demands of her cock a constant burning presence as she suckled, nipped, the stiff nub between her lips. She couldn't get any milk out, but she wished she could, and Saori looked into her face and started to giggle. She sucked desperately, caressing the rest of Saori's body with her hands, loving the taste of her flesh.

"You look so cute, sucking on my breast like that. It's like you're trying to nurse from me. My sweet little Minako. Well, how about you knock me up? Then you can drink my milk for real."

The Shadow's jaw dropped. She never, ever expected Saori to say THAT.

"Do you feel it, Minako-chan? How much I want you. I really want to be your girlfriend, I fixate on the idea all the time. But I'm... not like other girls. I want to do all kinds of things to you, and..." Saori paused now, then smiled in a broken way. "I'm not a virgin, someone I trusted took advantage of me. I wanted to save it for my precious person... and that person is you, Minako. I wish I was able to save myself for you."

Why was the Shadow's heart aching? Twisting, pinching?

"I... love you. You're so strong, Mina-chan, making it through the day... I heard Toriumi-sensei talking to one of the other teachers about your family. You've been through so much more than me, and yet you're able to smile at everyone. I can't even manage that anymore. Everyone thinks I'm weird, that... I think I'm better than them. I'm not better than anyone. Really, I'm not even worthy to look at you, and if I had my way I'd love anybody else because you deserve so much more. Whatever parts of me that are still innocent are yours."

Minako didn't care about any of that pointless mortal trash! Yet she couldn't ignore what she'd just heard, because of the shadows which lingered behind them. Such self-deprecation. 'Unworthy'! Hah! All the human girls that Minako loved so dearly were worthy. For some reason, it felt so terribly insulting. The Shadow bit back a snarl. This porcelain beauty with her haunted eyes was saying such pathetic things. She reached up, and placed a single finger on the girl's lips.

"Forget the innocent parts. I want you to be filthy for me, Saori-chan. Who cares if some guy raped you, you're mine now, right?" For emphasis, she grabbed Saori's hot sex through her panties, rubbing the stiff aching hotspot she knew she'd find there. Saori's legs jumped, her jaw unlocked, mouth drooping open.

Perhaps she was capable of softness, but why be gentle when harshness, cold reality, was so much better? Perhaps it was morbid, what she'd just said. But Saori's pussy liked it. Her body, her soul did. It recognized the profound truth in the words: Saori really did belong to her now. The shadow rubbed Saori's clothed clit back and forth frantically, giggling as Saori whimpered and humped toward her hand, desperate for more stimulation. She casually slid her fingers under her panties... and continued to do the exact same thing. Saori's clit was a bit larger than Rio's, and just as sensitive. Getting to know this part of a girl was a true privilege. Her true self was a fool!

"Once you have me, it doesn't matter who came before. I'm going to fuck all of them out of you. You're mine."

Saori didn't know how badly she needed to hear exactly that...! "M-Minako! When you say things like that..."

"It makes your heart race, doesn't it? Heh. Good. You're falling for the real me."

Saori reached up, took Minako's face into her hands, and gently kissed her lips, cheeks, and mouth. Over and over, tiny little loving kisses, showering the one she loved with as much affection as she could, grateful, so incredibly in love. She spread her thighs wide, reached down, and showed Minako everything. She kept herself trimmed down south, the dark curls framing her pretty, pale sex.

Minako didn't say anything for a very long time. She just stared at what Saori offered, but Saori didn't for a second feel insecure. Because Minako's eyes were on fire, she was trembling violently, clearly overcome with pure desire. Finally, she spoke, her voice coming out quiet, harsh.

"I-I'm going to devour you now." The Shadow grinned. That was the only warning she gave as, with one fast, fluid motion, she ducked her head, and latched onto Saori's wet sex. She took her clit between her lips, rolling it gently, lashing the tip with her exceptional tongue. She strummed Saori into a state of ecstasy as if the girl was her instrument, and when she was dripping all over the place, the shadow ducked her head... and pressed the thick, long length of her inky-skinned tongue into the lovely, soaked hole. So delicious, not quite sweet, a little sour even.

Saori buried her fingers in her best friend's hair, saliva seeping down her chin. She never wanted this night to end... Minako was turning her into the kind of slut that she was accused of being. She would've let Minako do anything she wanted. She wanted Minako to cum inside her raw, wanted all that sticky stuff poured inside... Her devilish tongue was awakening desires in Saori's sopping wet cunt she didn't know were possible.

The sensation of her clit getting worshiped so thoroughly almost made Saori want to pull her body away, the ecstasy was too much, rampaging through her, sending her temperature sky-high. But it wasn't just the feeling that was hot, it was the sound, and the sight. Minako's bright gold gaze was locked on her as the girl lathered Saori's inside, not missing an inch anywhere.

"This really isn't a dream?" Saori gushed, shaking her head, "But it feels so real... oh Minako, your tongue... why is it-"

"No questions," Minako snapped, impatience flashing across her face. She nibbled Saori's clit, giggling when the girl cried out.

"S-Sorry, forgive me! Then... i-if you don't want me to talk, ask questions... why don't you plug my mouth up?"

Saori just wanted to lick. She'd been waiting so long to taste what Minako had to offer. The Shadow recognized what she was suggesting, and grinned wide.

"You really are a pervy girl, but alright."

They laid on their sides, heads facing in the opposite directions, their bodies pressed tightly together. The Shadow shivered with delight at the fact that her human prey had been the one to suggest this, sixty-nining. She gripped Saori's thighs, spread them wide, and continued her tongue assault.

On the other end, Saori struggled to not be overcome by ecstasy. She wanted to suck, lick, Minako at the same time... but it was hard to focus on everything but that wonderful tongue plunging in and out of her almost like a dick would, tasting and scraping away her insides, scrubbing her clean. Felt so good, felt so, so good... she reached out, in a daze, and grabbed Minako's hips, pushing her face close to her crush's twitching, stiff length.

It had such a strong scent! Especially the tip. Minako gasped as Saori began to prod the seeping head with her tongue, rubbing it along the broad head in the next second, before ducking down... she scraped her tongue allll the way to the base, until her face was nestled in Minako's balls. While Mina tongue-fucked her, she inhaled the potent, almost masculine smell permeating from her friend's crotch. She shoved her nose deep, inhaled again, hard.

"Fucking slut," The shadow snarled, extracting her tongue for the briefest of moments, "You're enjoying my cock far too much. Would any dick satisfy you? Tch."

"I love Minako's cock," Saori whispered in an innocent voice, "isn't that a good thing? If it was anyone else's it wouldn't do."

The shadow groaned in blissful agony, thrusting her cock against Saori's mouth, it slid of and spread precum in a line across the girls cheek. "S-suck on it," she whined, "take it deep."

Saori ignored her demands for sucking, opting to lick, tiny little strokes, all over Minako's dick instead. From top to the bottom, she lapped at the sensitive skin, but especially the swollen head. By the end of it, there was so much precum she could barely keep up, and the girl was twitching with need. When she started to whine again, Saori finally gave her what she wanted. She opened her lips wide, and Minako plunged inside... she nearly choked then and there, but relaxed her throat. This wasn't her first time doing this, even if she wished it was... and then she banished that thought.

Didn't matter what came before. Who raped her. That's right, because she was Minako's to make love to and touch, to mold into whatever she wanted. Like a gold-eyed succubus, feeding all her most hungry, dark thoughts, Minako's dick fucked away all her doubts. What a relief, to be owned, to have her throat used like this by one she loved, to not have to hold the burden of her own violation, to be able to truly forget about it, feel safe in the sanctity that was being remade into someone else's property.

Saori shrieked, body trembling violently, as Minako suddenly pulled her mouth away... then slid her tongue into Saori's ass with no warning, and a finger into her pussy. She started to fuck both holes, grinning all the while. "How's that?" Her voice sent vibrations through Saori, and her clit, already swollen, throbbed and pulsed as an orgasm ripped through her unexpectedly, the hot probing finger in her pussy thrusting steadily as she came all over it.

Minako seemed amused as Saori finished. Even as she orgasmed she did not stop licking her arsehole, thoroughly delving inside, all while pistoning that single digit, the tip nudging against a swollen spot that made her toes curl. When Saori had no more to give, squirt slick cascading down her thighs, the Shadow pulled her finger out with a wet pop, and sucked Saori's juices off.

"Exquisite. So soaked and ready for me. It's time, Saori. Get on your hands and knees."

"B-But you didn't cum yet!"

Minako laughed. "Why would I waste it? I'm dumping it all out in your womb of course."

After hearing that, Saori eagerly obeyed, her round ass now pushed in the air, wet folds on display. It was impossible, but when Mina said that, it made her pussy pulse. She wanted to get knocked up by Minako... she realized then and there it was what she wanted more than anything. Nobody else would do... she'd always, always despised the idea of being impregnated. It was just not a future she desired.

But with Minako-chan?

She imagined a gold-eyed little Mina, with some traits from her, blinking up at her, face full of wonder, and gasped out loud, a shrill, high sound. "I-I want it," she trembled violently. "E-Every drop."

"Won't waste any. I promise... you get it. I'm going to fill you with me," Minako whispered, "I wish I had more time, I'd let you taste by cum with that lovely mouth too."

"Next time," Saori whispered, "right?"

"Mmm, that's right."

Saori shook her hips, offering Minako a fantastic view of her glistening folds, biting her bottom lip. "H-hurry, p-put a baby in me, Minako..."

The shadow froze. A darkness had seemed to cast over her face... she clenched her fists, then suddenly she lunged, spanking Saori's upturned bottom. With a few harsh slaps, she painted it crimson, the sudden, but not unwanted pain making Saori spread herself even wider.

"You want my child? Mine, mine, mine," The shadow hissed, "my dick, my seed, me me me." Between each repeated word, she swatted Saori's delicate porcelain bottom. It felt so good when Minako's hand struck her.

"M-mmmm! That's right, Minako... Give it to me. Please, I need it." This was a fantasy, so she'd say whatever she wanted.

It was like Minako was reading her mind.

"It's not a fantasy. Not a dream. Get that silly look off your face. This is real. While I fuck you... I need you to know that this is happening, Saori. Not just your imagination, your fantasies coming to life. I'm going to steal you from that bitch. It's her fault for making me exist. I couldn't do this without her, I'm doing this... because that's what she wants. No... I-i'm going to knock you up, because..."

The Shadow stared at Saori, then it seemed to have a realization.

"... Because I want to. Because you're mine. I'm going to do it - tarnish your womb completely, worse than all the rest. Don't forget... that you asked for this. She doesn't get to have you. No one does."

That was the last thing Minako said before, without warning, she began to push her thick dark cock inside of Saori's pussy. With a wet slurping noise, her folds eagerly parted, engulfing the stiff tip. With a few shakes of her hips, her beloved Minako properly entered her, a few inches shooting deep, making her body melt.

So good, so good! This stiff violation - Saori pushed her knees far apart, gripping her sheets and breathing heavily. She needed more. All of it.

"Nnn, so fucking tight," The Shadow hissed, her tongue unfurling. Gripping Saori tight by the hair, she let the grotesque black muscle hang around the side of Saori's face, desperate for a taste of her lips. The big swollen tongue sprang into the girl's mouth as her even larger, stiff cock worked its way deeper into her cunt. Saori gasped, spread her lips wide, and let Minako violate her as much as she wanted.

A shock of ecstasy ripped through her as Mina's dick plunged deep, every inch now swallowed by Saori's soaked, swollen folds. Squirting all over her crush's cock, she came again as she sucked on Minako's tongue, her mouth drenched in her crush's saliva. She was surely in heaven, sucking on the demonic tongue of Mina while taking her cock in her pussy... this had to be a dream, and yet "Minako" had made it clear. That this was reality. Her mind just couldn't grasp it.

Bent over, Saori panted like an animal as Minako took her from behind, Minako was stuffing her full again and again, she was messing Saori's head up! The librarian squealed, rocking back into the thrusting, jabbing violation. Her insides were being remade, she was being stretched! Saori slammed her fists against her pillows, and started to wail with pleasure, letting her head fall back.

"M-Minako don't- don't stop! Fuck!" Wet slick noises rang out so loudly, she was such a filthy girl, but wasn't that what her lover wanted? The way Minako held her hips, steadily pounding into Saori, biting her bottom lip and moaning. That filthy clapping noise, their sticky sexes slamming together, was there anything better than this?! She felt sheer joy at being used like this, it wasn't nearly enough. Her inner walls squeezed. "Gimme more, I-I need it."

The shadow gasped in disbelief, "Need it? So desperate. Y-You're a perfect match for me! You... you really let yourself go. You're a pervert. A filthy whore~!" She coupled her insults with more spanks, and Saori's mind went blank with bliss. Yes, this was heaven. Everything she wanted and more.

"No-" She whimpered.

Minako's eyes flashed, but Saori just smiled, and battered her dark lashes, coal-eyes gleaming. "Not a whore, your whore." She placed her lover's hands on her breasts, and the gold-eyed girl groped her gently, then rougher, continuing to pump, wanting to get as deep as she could. She was going to knock this slut up, she was going to make Saori completely hers, pay her back for her willingness to do anything for Minako.

"...!"

Losing all sense of self-control, Minako continued to pound away, the juicy, nasty noises setting off every nerve in her body. Saori rocked back to meet each thrust. She'd started out somewhat slow, but after hearing "your whore" she completely lost it. Their crotches slapped desperately together, broken only by the occasional spank. She loved the way Saori's perfect, round ass looked as it bounced against her, covered in Minako's handprints.

Despite it not being her first time, she was still so damn tight. The shadow felt no loss at her prey having been "used" before, saw no value in the concept of virginity outside of it being a unique way to torment the humans she planned to play with.

This was it... she chased the peak, wanting to go even higher.

It was coming. Crying out, she pulled her dick out, flipped Saori onto her back, and continued to fuck violently into her, a wet schlurp filling the air, like her dick wa announcing its re-entry in her cunt. In and out, she fucked Saori as hard, as fast as she possibly could, until her orgasm crashed over her. Even as she creampied Saori, she pistoned away... always needing more. She tasted Saori's breasts with her tongue, her throat, her armpits, her belly… every inch of flesh she lavished with her attention.

This girl was hers, all hers!

And then the flood was over. Saori laid there, splayed out on her back, gray-brown hair falling in every direction. She had that lovely smile that haunted the real Minako's thoughts. Such a sweet expression, eyes twinkling with so much genuine joy. She was like a portrait, legs spread, Minako's cum spilling out from her well-fucked pussy.

The Shadow licked her lips. She wanted to go again. Again and again. But this had gone on for too long. Her eyes flicked toward the window. She leaned over, placed a kiss on Saori's forehead.

"I'll be back for you. Soon."

Saori grabbed her hand as she got up. "W-Wait, don't go."

The Shadow glanced back. "I can't spend the night with you."

"Can you stay until I fall asleep?"

The Shadow trembled. Her heart was doing some weird thing again, twisting, it hurt. She grabbed at it, breathing heavily. Golden eyes flashing, she tore herself away, shaking her head. "You'll have to wait for it."

"I don't want you to go yet; you said I'll forget this. But I don't want to. I don't understand everything, your body... is exciting but scary. You keep saying her, talking about... Minako, like she's someone else. But you're Minako. My beautiful, golden-eyed Minako... visiting like a dream, it's cruel, don't you think? To leave so soon?"

The longer she was here the more dangerous it became. The last thing she needed was those SEES fools coming after her right now.

Yet, she walked back over to the bed, and climbed on top of it. She coiled her body around Saori, and sighed softly when the girl cuddled back against her, her ass firmly on the shadow's well-spent, soft cock. It hardened slightly, already eager for more. But poor Saori was exhausted. They fit together so nicely, the world felt soft, fluffy. Saori's body smelled good, the sweet scent filling her nose... she had her hand on Saori's heart. She felt it when the girl fell asleep. Her heart rate completely leveled out, became this soft, even pace. Minako stared at her prey's lovely face. Saori was even cuter when she was resting.

"I have to go. But Saori..." The Shadow stared at the Hasegawa girl long and hard, then smiled, a genuine, warm smile. "Get knocked up for me, 'kay?"


"Saori? Saori? Saori!"

Saori snapped out of it, dark eyes blinking. Minako Arisato, ruby-eyed and cheery, was staring at her worriedly. "H-Hey, are you alright? You zoned out."

"Mhm."

"Are you really okay? You're not working the way you usually do."

"I'm sorry," Saori murmured, staring at Minako's lips. They were so kissable. Somehow, she already knew what they felt like. The perfect amount of soft and moist, thin, lovely lips. "I just... had the oddest dream last night. It's making it... rather hard to think."

"... W-What do you mean?" Minako whispered, her face growing pale. "What kind of dream?"

Saori vaguely touched her stomach. "I have to take care of something, grow something... was given something? I-I don't know."

"So... you didn't have a dream about me?"

"Maybe I did. I don't know. I really can't remember... there's something missing," Saori rubbed her face with her hands. "I just can't shake this odd feeling when I look at you."

Minako cocked her head. "What do you mean? Saori, do you need me to bring you to the infirmary? What odd feeling?"

It was strange. She just couldn't describe it, was too self-conscious too, as she knew it made no sense. It was Minako's big, beautiful eyes. She used to adore looking into them, but... there was something off about the color.

And suddenly, it clicked.

When did Minako's eyes become red? Weren't they gold? But of course that wasn't true... even so, Saori couldn't shake the feeling. That the girl standing next to her was a stranger.

Reality, the familiar world she'd grown used to... felt unfamiliar to her now.


Minako Arisato came home around 7. She spent the day at the Paulownia Mall, lost in her thoughts. Lately, the routine of SEES had become dysregulated. Minako wasn't available when she needed to be, she was aware of how awful a leader she was. Saori's odd, hollow stare, the way it seemed like she was looking at someone else, had sealed her fate.

She had to talk to Mitsuru about this. The Kirijo was in her bedroom, working on something for the student council. She let Minako in within a few seconds.

"Ahh. Come in. Take a seat."

Mitsuru's room was almost scandalously bougie. It had a delightful scent, and everything was neat and orderly. Minako sat on the little loveseat, staring at her hands, trying to figure out how to word this. Mitsuru, for her part, saw her kouhai was in distress, deep in thought, and didn't push her. She got them both a glass of water, and waited patiently.

"We have to go after me. The Shadow me. I think that..."

Mitsuru waited.

"I think that... it's an amalgamation of my dark, fucked-up feelings. Or at least, it started that way. But something... something feels different. About my mind. Like a piece of me is missing. I don't know for sure, but I think what she's doing to Fuuka she's doing to all the girls in my life I adore. My female classmates, my..."

Minako sighed.

"All the girls I have crushes on are acting weird."

"Including Yukari," Mitsuru nodded. "I've already taken notice of this. I've been waiting for you to get out of your own head."

"W-what's wrong with Yukari?"

"It's not my place to say. But, it's very clear... we have to find her. The other you."

"And we have to destroy her." Mitsuru's face twitched when she said that, and Minako narrowed her eyes. "What?"

"And if destruction is not the proper choice? You said a piece of you feels like it's missing. What if destroying her destroys that part of you? Perhaps, you have to accept that she could be a part of you, accept the shadow-"

"I will never do that!"

And somehow, Mitsuru knew the words were true.

"We have to destroy her, Mitsuru. There's no other option."

The Kirijo Heiress wondered if defeating the shadow was even possible with Minako in this state. Her perceptive mind refused to accept that possibility. Destroying it... that almost felt too simple. But maybe she was wrong. Either way, confrontation had to happen.

"Fuuka said that the shadow mentioned coming back for her. She hasn't had sex with Fuuka or me yet. Possibly, she's targeted your classmates, and she had her way with Yukari, and Fuuka's friend, Natsuki. That means only one thing... we have to lay a trap. Minako, go grab the other girls. I have an idea."