"It's a good thing that they didn't give you any weird shot." Q chuckled.
"Stupid Miho-chan! You're supposed to fish the fish in the lake. I didn't tell you to fish out in the ocean!" Kurisu was rather not happy with Miho's decision of venturing out of her 'fishing spot'.
"At least the vomiting gave you a clear head." Rex said.
"Yes…" Miho leaned heavily on the seat of the van.
"Say, are you sure that she didn't...you know?" Eddie raised a concern.
"Already double checked."
Kurisu showed the pregnancy test kits. The result was negative.
"She's stupid, but not that dumb of doing it without the pills."
"I…just might…" Miho muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Really didn't expect our Mi-hoe has upgraded to be the trash slut." Q continued on with his motormouth.
"You should be lucky that I didn't kill you. You're supposed to be kept an eye on her." Kurisu glared at him.
"Getting moody now, ain't ya?" Rex was amazed to see his dark expression.
"Here is your punishment, Miho-chan." Kurisu turned to her.
"No cocks for you for three days."
"…What?"
"No cocks for you to suck, to fuck for three days. That's it!"
The guys only laughed.
"Go back to school and riding on those tanks."
"If you try hook some random guys, I'll know."
The van soon arrived at the designation: Miho's apartment.
"We're here. Get out."
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…
It may very well a blessing.
Because as soon as I returned home, I was hit by fatigue and a light fever.
For two days, I avoided all the interactions, even my friends who came to visit me.
I only laid myself there on the bed.
Half-alive half-dead…
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…
"…Miho. Miho."
Hearing someone's calling, Miho opened her eyes. At some point, the night already settled in so the room was relatively dark, but she was able to spot a familiar face, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Marcus? H-how did you get in?"
"I break in."
"What…why would you do that?"
"I knocked the door, but you didn't respond."
"That doesn't mean that—cough! Cough!"
"Easy. Here, have some water." He handed the bottle of sport drink to her.
He also brought her some food as well.
"You're weird, Marcus…" Miho sighed.
"Treating me nicely when I'm vulnerable like this. Just like that time…Why?"
"Just…odd timing." He answered.
"Odd timing? Then the day you ambushed me back at Saunders, was it an odd, or right timing?"
"…" The silence was only thing Marcus gave her.
"Whatever…"
Miho turned her back to him.
"Why didn't you do it?"
"Do what?"
"…Touch me. Do me. Just like Rex, Q, Eddie and Kantarou. Like every man."
"But you didn't, just like Kurisu. Both of you didn't."
"Well. Chris said he's your number one fan."
"Yeah, and he has one hell of a kink of set me up to fuck all kinds of men."
"But really, what's your excuse?"
"…Your face." Marcus finally answered.
"What about it?"
"I see you as a big sister."
What?
"Big sister?"
"At least that's how I remembered her when I was young." Marcus looked outside the window. Thanks to the moonlight, she could see the sadness on his face.
"Anyway, I'm here to tell you that…your redemption has come."
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At the Babylon Studio, Miho presented herself before Kurisu, the Handler.
On the table, there were two A4 papers placed side-by-side. Each bore a title, the name of the course.
[8 Hours Non-Stop Course of Endurance]
[7 days Course with Oji-san]
"I prefer you pick the one with the gangbang, Miho-chan. We also have permission to film it as well." Kurisu said.
"The 8 hours course?"
"Oh yeah, 8 hours straight of gangbang sex. Make your head go straight up in the cloud."
"…and leave my ruined body behind."
Miho's unexpected line amused everyone in the room.
"Oh no. Wrecked and wasted, sure. But not ruin."
He tapped the other paper.
"This one does."
"If you win. You move the rank. You'll never see me again." He stated the possibilities.
"If you lose, well, I'm happy to twist your life around. Have you to become the biggest star. Forget the school and tanks. Just do the porn all day long."
"The game is not rigged, Miho-chan. You will be judged…by your own effort."
"Come on, Miho-chan. Pick the gangbang, I—I mean, we will be there as well." Eddie urged.
"All of you?" Miho asked them.
"Oh yeah!"
"Can't leave our favorite girl in the hands of someone else, right?"
"Besides, the 8 hours non-stop doesn't mean that you do it non-stop, we can assist by giving you a small break in between."
"Yup, it will be easy."
The gang was feeling confident.
"…I see, it's that easy hah?" Miho asked again.
"Uh-huh."
"Then I will…choose this."
She picked the choice and presented before Kurisu's wide eyes.
"Really Miho-chan? After going through all those fresh, healthy and even BBC, now you're decided to chase after the cock of an old man. Did I mention the part that he's nearly 60-year-olds?"
"What the fuck Miho, are you out of your mind!?"
Within her expectation, the boys were roused up by her decision.
Just before anyone would try to do anything to her. A loud voice erupted in the room.
"ALL OF YOU! SHUT THE FUCK UP! !"
"Leave the room. Now!"
Begrudgingly, the four exited the room.
"Why do you have to go for such a hard way?"
"This is hell you're walking into, Miho-chan. Literally. No girl had ever succeeded the Oji-san course for the past two years."
"No one?"
"No one. Na-da."
"Soooo, with that said. I'm willing to give you the re-roll." He pushed the other choice toward her.
However, Miho remained firm with her first choice.
"…There's no need for that. I will do it."
"You're serious huh? You're willing to go for it?"
"Yes."
"Yeah…some guy cock had totally knocked some screws out of your brain that night."
"This ain't some Disney story, Miho-chan. You only get the bitter shit ending here."
"Even so…I'll do it."
"Why?"
"…" She stayed silence, no longer answer.
"Daring today, aren't we?"
"Welp! That's fine with me." Kurisu spun the office chair.
"…You're not angry?" Miho was rather surprised by his easy attitude.
"What? Are you trying make me disappointed? Hehe, I'm quite mature than you are, Miho-chan. Since I have learned some lessons in life. That life would be boring if everything goes your way."
"…" Miho felt rather…annoyed, as if her decision was already within his expectations.
"Show me your nipples."
It's rather out of nowhere, but she complied.
She removed the shirt and the bra, exposing the parts he had asked for.
Kurisu approached her, and reached out to…
"I'm taking this back."
The peridot piercing. The mark which Kurisu had put on her since the day she became his D-ranked Asset.
"And there's one more lesson for you to remember: You will get used up and discarded once they have something better." He proved the point by tossing the expensive gem into the trash bin.
When the hitting sound was made, Miho couldn't help but had a little jump.
"That's just how it is."
"You should get out of here now, before the gang wants to make a jump on you for the last memory or something."
Miho heeded his warning. There's no reason for her to stay here any longer.
She turned around and went to the door.
"Make Oji-san falls in love with you."
"What?"
"Good luck. Till our paths cross again. Miho-chan~" Kurisu waved his hand goodbye.
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The D-Day has arrived.
Clear Condition
The participant must stay in Oji-san's house for 7 days.
If walked out of the house prior to the seventh day, the participant will be deemed to fail.
This was the message Miho received, along with the address.
Far away from the blocks of neighboring houses, a lone dark house was filled with trashes. From left to right, piles of garbage were the only thing it greeted her.
She pressed the doorbell, but heard no sound.
Assuming it's broken, she walked to the door and knocked.
After waiting for a while, she decided to knock again.
Just before she was able to do so, the door opened.
The first word came to mind when she saw the man in front of her: smelly. As if the hygiene was not something he would care about.
"H-hello, nice to meet you. My name is Mio—" She introduced her alias.
"Yeah-yeah. Whatever, I don't care."
"I was hoping for the one with a long hair though. But a cunt is a cunt so I wouldn't complain."
W-what is up with this person?
Without a warning, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into the house.
From the outside to the inside, the garbage bags lining up on both sides of the hallway.
It reminded her of the first time when she met her first client, but this one however. No doubt, spelled the word trouble.
"Here we are." He took her to the spacious room, presumably the living room connected to the kitchen, there were TV, some cabinets but the trash bags were the majority.
"Now do it." He said curly.
"Do what, sir…?"
"Don't you act all dumb on me! You have come to me to do one thing and one thing only. Getting fucked by me!"
Even though Miho had mentally prepared but this was something she did not foresee.
He pulled down his pants, displaying his meat rod which bore a strong odor.
"So you better drop on your knees and start using that stupid mouth of yours!"
Overwhelmed by his attitude, Miho followed his directive.
"If I feel the teeth, I will fuck your brain out!"
The threaten took a hold of her mind.
"Suck it!" So she did.
Such a foul odor, but it doesn't matter. I have to endure it.
All of sudden, the old man took control and began to pump her head up and down at the pace he wanted.
"Guo-huh-hau!"
Miho tried her best, opening her mouth further, taking his length.
"Yeah, you're finally getting in the bitch mode now."
She had endured many men. She could endure this too.
"Ohhh, here goes…!"
He unloaded everything he had onto her face.
Miho felt the impact of the boiled fluids. It hit her face, her neck and dripping down onto her shirt.
"Hmm, not bad. At least you know how to suck."
"Go on, what are you waiting for? Strip."
Unreasonable…
The moment she removed the shirt and skirts, he suddenly grabbed her hair and twisted her body down on the floor.
Her meek cry gained no consideration.
"No. S-stop, please…Why are you so…violence?"
"Violence? Violence you say?"
"You should be grateful when it's ME! !"
"Guk?!"
He punched her. The first kind of physical abuse Miho had ever experienced.
Even though she had been through some of the worst kinds. The impulsive slapping on the face. Her arms or legs being bent hard at the odd angle, but they never land a fist on her.
And this man, had done just that.
On her stomach. Not just one.
But two, and then three.
"I don't give a fuck about your reason of doing this." He gripped her by the neck.
"But I'm here to enjoy every new cunt they brought in."
"You want to quit? By all means, the door is unlocked. You can exit out of my house anytime."
"But if you stay here and trying to win the game, then you better stop with that attitude of yours. Be a good cum-dumpster, don't they teach you that?"
He released her.
Miho gasped for air, hugging her stomach.
"I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I won't do it again…forgive me…"
"If you're done complaining, then get your ass over here. I'm gonna fuck you from behind."
"Let's see it can go all the way."
The old man moved with confidence and experience, against her breasts the floor, she realized he had done this…sort of things many times before.
She felt him enter her deeper, faster with every thrust. It's rough.
"Not bad, your pussy is not bad, bitch. But a dirty body is a dirty body. You're not some girl, but Onahole!"
A negative feeling started forming in her chest.
He is different. Much different than any other man I had encountered.
There're worse types of people. They viewed women merely as tools to relief their lust.
But this man, he is the worst of them all.
I can only endure it for now…
Then came the inevitable…
"Have a big load!"
*Spurt**spurt*
The well-known sensation came pouring inside her with little hold back.
"Hehe, cumming in you this much. You probably should get pregnant by now."
"I'm sure those Establishment guys have that sort of fetish."
"Please…allow me to have the pill first…"
"Those things, eh?"
He grabbed the parcel and without another word, he tossed it into the sink and turned the valve, flushing everything down the hole.
"No-no…!"
Her action trying to salvage the pill was stopped by the man as he put her down.
"Why bother with those. Back in the days, all the prostitutes played the dare game."
"They fucked all the men as much as they can until a lucky tadpole hit the egg."
"It's just a matter of luck."
"Get ready, bitch. I'm gonna breed you."
"No…please…!"
He slapped her again.
"Now listen up. I always hate the kind of snorty bitches like you. I've always want to break one of you bitches apart. But they always run to the door before I have the chance to."
"So do your best for as long as you can. Don't try to run away from me too soon, yeah?"
There's no other choice for me.
What's important now is to endure and do what he asks for.
"And don't underestimate me. Don't think I'm spent after two rounds."
"Do you know what this is?" The old man showed her a small brown class bottle, similar the energy drink.
"A refreshment for me, provided by your agency. I don't know what's in it, but…"
He drank the bottle in one go.
"It can revive my vigor." The rod stood back up.
"We are going to have fun all day long."
Like Oji-san had said, he pinned Miho down for the rest of the day.
She was assaulted with relentless unprotected sex.
His cock swelled up further inside of her and then the warmness of his seed pouring out into her.
"How does it feel? My sperm is swimming in your womb?"
There's nothing Miho could do except endure and hope it would end soon…
It's only when the clock hit 11:23 PM, Oji-san finally had enough.
"Alright, that's it for me today."
The girl remained on the floor, stained heavily in bodily fluids.
"Not bad, I thought it's loose but it's actually not bad. I think I can have good fun with your holes for the next few days."
"You can go use the bathroom over there. Or go home if you want. The door is unlocked."
Hearing it, Miho summoned the last of her strength to go the main door, the old man watched the girl limping, but didn't show any intention to stop. He closed his bedroom door and locked the bolt.
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I must get out of here.
She opened the door. Just before she would place her first step outside…
If I get out of here…what will happen to me next…
"…"
She closed the door.
After a moment to recompose herself, she decided to go back to clean her up…
The bathroom, at least it was supposed to be.
In Miho's vision, there's a faucet, a plastic bucket along with a scoop. All placed next to a squatting toilet.
At this point, she wasn't sure if she was going to make it by the end of tomorrow, let alone the seventh day.
"Oh no. Wrecked and wasted, sure. But not ruin."
"This one does."
It's too late to regret her own choice at this point.
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D-Day+2
The morning of the second day arrived, followed by the beeping alarm clock.
The old man exited out of his bedroom with somewhat drowsy state. He looked around the main room, there was no sign of the girl. He proceeded to the hallway.
There she was, sleeping on the cold hard floor, with the trash bags put up nicely. She must have tidied them in order to create a space for her to lie down. Since he didn't provide any mattress or a blanket, she had used some clothing as a makeshift pillow and the jacket to cover her up.
Not only that, but she also had a small tower placed on her ear, probably to prevent the annoying buzzing flies from ruining her sleep.
Since the 'blanket' was small, she had to sleep in a fetal position.
"…"
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…
"Wakey! Wakey! Rise and shine, bitch!"
Miho almost jumped by that loud voice. With a hazed mind, she slowly registered her surroundings and the man standing next to her feet.
"Put this on."
He tossed a blue-colored school swimsuit.
"Go on. Strip away those cumbersome clothes and put it on."
He wants me to change it right here?
"Can I…can I have some breakfast before we start…?" She timidly asked.
"You stupid girl! It's half-past-eight now. This is the time when everybody is working, and you are late for work."
"…"
Her hesitation earned a slap on the face.
"Quickly!"
The colors on her face turned pale.
There're two things that Miho has learned today:
One. Try not to be hesitant before this man.
Two. It's far more humiliating in putting the clothes on before someone than taking off.
The ordeal of her second day with the Oji-san has already begun.
While she's sleeping, she didn't realize that he had already set up the contraption in the living room.
She had a chill on her back upon seeing it. The BDSM set up that offered the extreme play to the recipient who was hanging in the air by many ropes. She gained this insight thanks to Kurisu who often gave her the link or the flash drive bearing these kinds of clips to watch them at night.
Miho was mentally prepared that she would be put in one of those, however, her fear really didn't come. Until now…
Oji-san knew what he's doing as the preparation of putting the harness on her was swiftly.
Miho was blindfolded. Her arms were bound tightly behind the back. Her mouth was gagged with a ball.
"Right, here we go."
"Bguk?!"
With one sudden pull, her feet were lifted up in the air as her head fell forward.
Just like that, the JK was suspended in mid-air successfully.
With her vision was blocked, Miho can only use her hearing sense to figure out what the old man was doing.
Unexpectedly, he turned on the television and tuned the volume loud.
It's the news, broadcasting the world's events. He then switched to some on-going drama show.
Is he just leaving me in a state like this?
Miho grimaced by the thought as the TV continued showing what's on the screen for about ten or fifteen minutes.
All of sudden, her nipples were under attacked.
!? Oji-san?
To her surprise, the fingers creeped tightly around her chest. He pinched. He even bit them hard, leaving teeth marks on.
Not just at her nipples, but all over her breast.
"Hmmg!"
After one final bite, Miho was left alone again. Leaving her in the state of fast-beating heart.
The sounds coming from the TV were suddenly turned off.
Is he going to…
Miho braced herself for whatever is about to happen, the continued mauling on her breast or the assault on her genital, but it…didn't come.
Hearing footsteps, the old man simply walked pass her, into the hallway. Later, the sound of main door opening and closing. The silence then settled in afterward.
Miho finally realized that Oji-san had just walked out of the house while leaving Miho in suspension…
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…
How long did he go out?
One hour? Two hours? Maybe it's longer than that…
The living room Miho was in became hot and humid. There was no fan for her. the window remained close, not letting any breeze to come in or letting out the foul odor coming from the trash. The scent became thicker and thicker as if it had filled her lungs.
The beads of sweat from parts of her body started dripping down to the floor rapidly.
Unable to move. Unable to see.
If this goes on, I might go crazy…
"Ahh! The sun sure is intense today." Upon hearing the door's opening sound along with the old man's voice, Miho couldn't help but relieve, but a moment later she started to wonder if it's alright to have such feeling.
He might start to do things worse from here on now.
"Hey Onahole, I'm home."
He seemed had went shopping, hearing the shuffling noises of plastic bags.
"Do you know what the time is it?"
With the mouth was gagged, Miho only shook her head, saying no.
"It's lunch time. You must be hungry, right?"
He removed the ball gag. There was a visible mist of heat coming from her dry mouth.
"Would you like to have some food?"
"…Yes please."
"Open your mouth wide then. Say ahh."
"Aahh—bugk!?"
The familiar sensation kicked into her brain. It's no food, it's just his meat rod.
Her first instinct was to bite it but knowing his violent attitude from the day one, Miho had no choice but to endure.
"Ohh, it seems that you're getting used to your role as a bitch. Good. Good…!" He grabbed her head as he pushed his length deeper.
Miho took every thrust as her throat passage was being pried apart.
"…Here goes…take it!"
"Ugk! Mghf!"
The man's thick contents gushed straight into her belly.
Is this…is this something I should be deserved? This person has done nothing but enjoy torturing me.
"What? What's with that face, huh?"
Her expression was spotted by Oji-san.
"I'm giving you my best protein here and you look displease."
"Young people these days, never appreciate what they have!"
He gagged her mouth once again. He then spun her around thanks to the contraption. Her exposed genital was soon examined by his hands.
"What's up with your cunt? It's wet. Too wet."
Miho's mind only ran with many excuses, but because her mouth was gagged, she couldn't give him any answer.
"I have my suspicious from yesterday. Maybe you do really have a thing with masochism." Oji-san entertained himself with his own theory.
"Ugh?! Nugh!"
"You hear it, bitch? The sound of your wet cunt drooling and sucking my fingers."
"Just how many cocks have been put inside you huh? Fifty? Eighty? A hundred? Don't tell me it's more than that?"
"Mghh…buhk…"
"Fuck. Did they bring me a fuck toy by mistake, because I think that's what you are."
"Is your hole can do this though…?"
He stirred his two fingers inside her vagina. The sensation that she found enjoyable from time to time, especially after taking a creampie shot.
She realized something, Oji-san was pushing his hand further in…deeper.
He's going to do it! No…! STOP!
Her muffled cry filled the room as a hand had inserted itself in the vagina.
"Damn, this is the first time I get to do this. Not bad Onahole, not bad."
Her entire body convulsed heavily. Fortunately, the torment was brief when he pulled his hand out.
"Hey, maybe I should do this after I creampie you. That way, my semen won't reach your eggs. What do you say, should we try it out now?"
He's crazy! If I stay here any longer I will—
"Bugk!?"
Her thought was cut short as the man penetrated her.
Like on the first day, it's abrupt and violent.
"Your cunt is in the good mood or something? It's swallowing my dick so greedily."
It's not like she couldn't help it. Her body had grown accustomed to the sexual abuse.
"Hey, squeeze harder with your pussy. Make it quick so I can eat my lunch!"
His cock swelled up further inside of her and then the warmness of his seed pouring out into her. As soon as he was done, he inserted the dildo.
"I change my mind Onahole, I rather to have my seeds to occupy your womb rather than get spill out wastefully."
"Mhuk…bhum…!"
Throughout the rest of the day, Oji-san casually making use of her holes whenever he felt like it. When he's close, he pulled out and spun her body around, stopping her face by his crotch as he released the built-up contents.
"Just as I thought, your face looks better with my cum on."
Not only her physical body was being abused, but also mentally.
During his break, he used the wooden clamps and constricted them at three points on Miho, the nipples and the clitoris.
It hurts!
Her reflexively writhed herself but the strings attaching to the clamps cause her 3 points to pull from one to another.
"I will go out and have some fresh air now. Don't worry, I will have a few buddies of mine to accompany you."
Hearing it, Miho was shivered by the possibility that old man had invited some strangers to come into his house and use her while she's in this state.
The truth however, was much worse than that, so much that she actually prefer some stranger at that point.
"Here you go, boys. Get acquaintance with her."
What is he doing? There's no one else except him…wait, something is…crawling on my back…?
"How do you feel, my buddies. This is the first time you get to know about a female body, rather crawling around the piles of trashes."
It didn't take long for Miho to realize the horrible truth, an image she wouldn't dare to see if her blindfold was removed: An unknown number of cockroaches crawling all over her body.
No! Get them off of me! Get them off!
Miho promptly struggled, trying to shake the insects off of her, however, the motion only caused agony to the nipples and the clitoris.
In the end, it became a self-inflicted torture device.
To have the cockroaches focus on the genitals, he put a plentiful amount of sugar over it. Immediately, they picked up the scent and rushed towards the place where the sweet was there.
"Bwwhum!?"
No! Stop! Don't go there! Ah! They're biting me!
"All right, Onahole. Have fun with the guys. I will go out now."
"Bhuw?! Mghuk! Nguuh!"
No! Don't go. Please!
Her unformed plead did not reach his ears.
Once more, Oji-san left the house, leaving the girl at the complete mercy to the disgusting and vicious insects…
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…
Miho endured the ordeal through 14 hours, with several orgasms (to her disbelief) in between.
"Hah…hah…hah…"
"You're thirsty right? Don't worry, I will give you some water now."
Miho heard some noises, assuming he went over some items. She then heard the running water from the tap.
"Drink."
Her noise picked up an odd odor. It's hard to tell whether it's safe to drink, but she wanted to quench her thirst.
"Drink!"
She accepted the water.
Little by little, she gulped the water down.
But something's wrong, he didn't stop. He didn't stop feeding her the water. As a matter fact, he began to force her to drink!
"You better be grateful for my precious water. Don't you dare waste it!"
He took a hold of her chin as he kept the water coming down into her mouth.
"Aren't you so lucky to have a lenient Oji-san like me?"
I'm scared…is he going to kill me at this point…?
All of sudden, a pain throbbed within her stomach as her brain was giving out an order, a need that she must fulfill.
"Please sir, I want to go the toilet…"
"What?"
"I need to go the toilet, I beg of you."
"The piss or the shit?"
"It's…the shit, sir. I have to…go now. I can't hold it…!"
"Alright then."
There were shuffling sounds behind me, as if he's trying to find something.
"Ah, this can be a nice shit container."
A container?!
"No please sir, please release me. I beg of you. You can tie me back up again once I'm done."
"Oh come on, you stupid Onahole, I don't have the energy for that. It's already getting late."
"Beside I'm already holding the container close to your ass. Might as well to let it out now."
"I can't…please…"
"Let it out. Come on!"
He prompted her by hitting on the butt.
"N-no! Please stop!"
"If you shit on the floor, I will put it into your mouth."
Miho only shivered as she feared his threat might be real.
Must I do this?…I had no choice…
With tearful face, she relaxed the bowel muscles as everything came out in an instant.
"Shit! You're really at limit, huh? But really, your shit is fucking stink! Even worse than my own shit!"
"Hu…hah…"
"Feeling so good right? You don't even care it's your own clothes."
What? My own clothes?
At this moment, the man removed the blindfold from her.
It took a few seconds for Miho's eyes to adjust to the lightning, and soon, the horror appeared on her face as she saw the bag, stuffed with her changing clothes and some necessities, became the container of her own fecal matter.
"Quite an amount you just shit out. Too bad for your clothes though. Some of them look high quality."
"No…No…"
Like history had repeated itself, the choice Miho had made, only turned out to be the worst of all.
"Don't worry, you can always get naked, become an Onahole."
"Isn't that what you want? Coming to this pigsty. Coming to me."
"Treating you like a lovely pet? Giving you all my love all day."
"Let's make some good memories together, you and me."
"Now that I think about it, I also need to go."
Opened her bag lip fully, the man put his bottom over the mess Miho had made and soon relieved himself.
Whatever clothes Miho had prepared, all became unusable by her and his bowel movement.
"Hehe, thanks a lot for your shit container."
"Don't worry. I will toss them out now. Can't exactly live with the smell, right?"
"But you go home now, you might be able to wash them off."
He laughed in a crude manner.
Did I…make a wrong choice again?
Once more, going through such humiliation…
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…
"Thanks to your scat show, now I have to clean your stinky hole. You better be grateful."
He prepared the enema kits and a bucket of soap water.
The enema play was no stranger thing to Miho, but what this man did…was beyond what she's gone through.
After pumping all the water from a bucket into her ass, he proceeded to fill up for a second load.
"No more…there's no room…no stop! Please! Why are you doing this to me?!"
"Why? Because I like it. How about a third load?"
"Huah…nugh…no…Nooo…!"
The incessant torment only stopped when the abuser started to feel sleepy. Oji-san finally unbonded Miho out of the contraption. Without saying any word, he retreated back into his bedroom and locked the door.
Physically and mentally exhausted, the naked girl just lied down and closed her eyes while the dull pain remained all over her body.
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D-Day+3.
The naked bruised girl sitting in the hallway.
The door was there, not locked.
A presented option.
Unlike the time she had spent with the sailors, she could walk out of this one.
She would fail the redemption, sure. She may very well just stick to D-rank. Continued to be a girl doing porn behind everyone back.
It wasn't so bad. She had improved the relationship with the four guys. Even though she had dampened it by her choice.
She may have to accept whatever punishment they had in mind.
But what's the reason she is still sitting there, not moving?
"You're still here? Good. You're tougher than other bitches I have played."
"Open your mouth. I'm giving something to you."
A blowjob for his morning wood. Miho only sighed as she thought of it.
With a resigned sigh, she turned to him with her opened mouth, ready to accept…
But once again, her assumption was wrong.
Without warning, he pushed his rod deeper into her throat before he released the strong fluid known as urine.
"Bghhk!?"
"Oh yeah, who needs the toilet when I have you?"
The urination lasted for more than two minutes before he withdrew out of her.
Ignoring her status of coughing and gasping for air, he asked a question.
"Hey, real question. Can you eat shit too?"
"N-no! Please no! Anything but that!" Like a terrified mouse, she had her back slammed against the wall.
Her action invoked a laughter from him.
"Gahahah! Now that's the expression I missed from a bitch like you."
"Don't worry. I'm not into scat or the rim-job."
"I need to kiss you from time to time, right?" He leaned close to her face but then pulled away.
"I want to kiss you now, but your mouth stinks, like a toilet."
The longer I stay here, I will be broken in pieces.
"Go wash your mouth. I will prepare a meal for you."
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…
A meal.
Something Miho didn't have properly for the last two days. She only hopes it's something filling the stomach.
Without any clothes to wear, she only kneeled on the futon, bare as she was. She watched Oji-san started preparing the Tamago kake gohan (hot rice mixed with an egg).
Although it's a simple dish, the aroma made her hungry.
"Hmm, the soy sauce is run out. Oh well. I can use this as a substitute."
He placed the bowl by his crotch and…a disgusting sight that Miho really didn't want to look.
The 'substitute' from him soon unloaded onto the rice.
"There you go. Plenty of protein for ya. Enjoy!"
"Itadaki…matsu…"
"Ah-ah!" He suddenly took the bowl away from her.
"Now I remember that you are a pig now. So you don't eat like a human."
Cruelly, he poured the mixed rice on the floor.
"Eat. But do not use the hands. Use your mouth and your tongue to scoop it up."
"…"
"Eat!"
Holding back the tears, Miho put herself on all four and ate the food on the floor in the manner he wanted her to.
I have to survive…
She's determined. Endure this humiliation until day 7, that's what she chose to.
As she's eating, she felt Oji-san's hands caressed her bottom.
"What are you…?"
"Don't mind me. Keep eating the food."
Miho realized what this man was going to do to her, but she had no choice but ignored him and focused on consuming the food on the floor.
"Ah yeah, that's good…"
The tears finally leaked out from the corners of her eyes. Never had she felt such humiliation.
She continued to devour whatever before her like a low intelligent animal while being taken from behind.
She felt her organs were in some kind of whirlwind as two sources of proteins were pumping toward her belly…
"Damn, semen is spilling out. Don't you tighten up your pussy after someone creampied you?" He grabbed her hair and had her look close at the batch of cloudy fluids on the floor.
"That's your dessert. Lick it clean."
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…
The food play was not ended yet as Miho endured the raw eggs stuffing by Oji-san. Four of them were able to put inside her vagina.
"These are your dinner tonight, so try not to squeeze them much."
"Oh, can't have these goes to waste."
He stuffed the leftover rice into the same hole.
It's hard for Miho to describe the experience of being stuffed with food.
Horrendous? Disgraceful? Inhuman?
"Ain't you so lucky. You will have good meal tonight." He put heavy tape over her redden labia.
"Totally warm with that cunt of yours."
"…"
"In the meantime, I will enjoy your ass thoroughly for today.''
"Quickly bitch. Show me your stinky ass."
Despite the fullness inside, Miho managed to put her into the bottom-up posture.
"Spread them wide."
Miho soon felt he inserted something.
It's not his cock, nor some phallus-shaped toy. What are they, little balls?
She felt multiple objects were filling up in her rectum.
"What are you putting inside me?"
He didn't answer but he showed the wrapper of the product.
Mentos?
"Have you watched the internet lately, there are a lot of fools playing with those mint candies, and this."
In his hand, was a bottle of coke.
Mentos and coke…no, it can't be!
"You can't be serious…No please, not that! Please!"
"Why not, it's not like it gonna kill you…maybe."
Miho trembled with knowledge of the dangerous play that Oji-san was about to pull.
For the first time, she put up the struggle by trying to get the mentos out, but her body was pinned down by him.
"St…op! Please stop!"
"Oh, shut the fuck up!"
He punched the girl in the stomach.
"Kuk!"
She felt the impact was twisting her organs as well as the stuffing in the lower abdomen was leaking out.
The man raised his fist again.
Out of reflex, she tensed her abdominal muscles as much as possible.
Unexpectedly, the second strike did not come.
"You better stop struggling. Piss me off and I will do worse than that."
"…"
There was nothing she could do. He's going to do his thing anyway, regardless of her objection.
Might very well just let this…happen, and hope it ends fast.
"Point your ass this way. Good, good. Let's me see that little firework!"
He shoved the coke bottle.
The sensation of the liquid pouring inside her rapidly.
Please…let it be nothing happen!
To Miho's knowledge, there were cases that the reaction did not happen, or simply fizzing away.
Unfortunately for her, her wish was not fulfilled.
A terrifying pressure built up abruptly within her intestine.
The shockwave traveled up to her head.
At this point, there were so much of it inside her that it was expanding her organs.
Her teeth ground against each other.
"Noo….WWAAHHHH! !"
Unable to hold, she ejected everything out, including the rice and eggs from the other hole when the tape came out, weakening by her own running fluids.
The pain was severe that she thought something was broken inside of her.
"Beuwh!"
She soon vomited afterward.
"Ah-ah, there goes the meal you were just having a few moments ago."
"You know what to do right, little pig?"
"Yes…"
She put her face low, without using her hands, she licked and ate the spilled food.
"That's it. Swallow it. Savor every last drop! Swallow it all down!"
Another urge to vomit assailed her but she held it back.
"Very good. And don't worry about the dinner. I'm feeling generous so I have bought some Soba for you."
"You better keep your body temperature low though. Otherwise, they might get too…soggy."
"No…no…!"
…
…
That day, not only Miho had to endure the enema play, but also the Candle Wax and Nipple Torture and the agonizing fisting.
"You feel it? Your pussy is clamping me tight as if it doesn't want to let me go."
"Bhmg! Kgghn!" Miho only shook her head profusely when her mouth was gagged like the other day.
The old man kept on the abusing and scorn her.
"Is spreading your legs the only thing you are good at? Maybe you are. Otherwise, you wouldn't be in this position in the first place! Serve you right!"
The man went such length to see her agony face and to have her vagina squeezing his penis a little bit tighter.
Her entire body went numb from the pain.
"Don't stop moving your hips while I still have a boner!"
"Haa…ahh…hmuh…" Miho did her best. She really did. Moving her hips back and forth like she'd done so many times before but for some reason, she's no longer able to move in a steady pace.
"Ahh, stupid bitch. I have to do everything by myself, huh?!"
"Hguk?!"
It was something that can't be called sex.
With the hand buried deep in her anus, he stroked the cock in her other hole.
He used her body like a piece of meat.
He used it only for masturbation…
"It's not over yet, I will keep on fucking you until I'm exhausted!"
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…
By the time he's done, Miho was a sorry convulsing mess. Her bruised body was plastered with all sorts of fluids.
"I must admit, you've held out pretty well today. Other bitches before you simply tried to kick me and flee."
"You can go to sleep now. Or get away while you still can move."
"Otherwise, I might break your legs tomorrow just for fun."
With that, he entered back to his room, like a creature had finished the tormenting on some poor village and returned to his domain.
"…"
After fifteen minutes or so, the beaten JK finally regained some of her strength. She limped to the toilet room.
She only had the cold water to wash off the filth on her.
Why am I doing this?
Why am I enduring this?
I could have walked out by now
Is this all my fault?
I don't even know which choice is right or wrong now
What should I do?
"You're JK."
"Make Oji-san falls in love with you."
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D-Day+4
"I'm surprised you're still here. You must be a true masochist, or did I just awake that instinct of yours?"
He looked at the girl who leaned against the wall in the hallway.
"…"
"Hey, you hear me?"
When he touched Miho lightly, she suddenly crashed herself on the floor with a thud.
"O-oi, what's wrong?"
The moment he grabbed her arm, he felt hot.
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…
Where am I?
Hospital…no. Someone's bed? But whose…?
A room she's never been in before.
Things were somewhat messy, but not as unbearable as the ones she has been in
She almost jumped out of the bed by Oji-san presence.
"Oji-san…this is…"
"Stay still. I'm not…gonna do anything to you."
"You have a fever."
"Go ahead and eat that porridge."
"Over there some fresh clothes for you."
"You…are taking care of me? Why?"
"Why? Because I know I'm the worst kind of person you have ever met. I know that I have done…cruel things to you."
"But I'm not…some fucked up in a mental hospital. Maybe I am. But still, I'm not that crazy and heartless."
"Once you feel better…" He tossed the cellphone on the bed.
"Make that call so that those people can send a car to take your home."
Miho remained on the bed, looking at the phone.
She tried to progress what had just happened.
…What is up with that man?
I though he's set on destroying me, ruining me…
Have I already failed the redemption? No, it doesn't look like it.
Maybe he wants me to fail though…the moment I pick up this phone and call…
Or maybe he's just…a pitiful and sad Oji-san.
The trash. The filth.
Got thrown away once it had been used up.
No longer valued in the society.
So he tried to take what he can, what he wants by force.
He did the horrible things, because he believed he's a lowlife.
No longer care about morals and what's right.
A selfish man.
A bad man, but not a monster…
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…
Oji-san returned when the sun came down.
The first thing he expected that the young girl would be already out and back to her own house, however…
"What the hell…? Why are you still here?" He was dumbfounded to see her still in the house, showing no intention of getting away from him.
"What's wrong with you? Do you really want me to fuck you up that much? Then I will—"
"Oji-san. What's your name?" Her unexpected question came.
He looked at her for a while. Not with a face of annoyed, but contemplating whether he should answer her question or not.
"…Miho."
"What?"
"Nishizumi Miho. That's my real name. You can call me Miho."
Oji-san thought about it for a moment. The name sounded familiar to him.
"My name is…Takeshi. Just Takeshi." Finally, he answered.
"I forgive you, Takeshi-san. What you have done to me…since…day one. I forgive you."
"…" Oji-san didn't say anything, but his expression was softened.
"So you really don't want to quit, hah?"
"Yes."
"Fine whatever, go ahead and sleep. I won't bother you."
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…
The fifth day arrived. Oji-san didn't touch Miho like he's said. He let her focus on recovering her strength.
The day passed by quietly without any incident.
He brought her medicine, lunch and dinner. Although they're cheap foods from the convenience store, they're filling the hungry stomach.
The night then came.
"How are you feeling?" Oji-san asked.
"I'm okay now…thank you, for taking care of me."
"Hmm." With that, the old man decided to settle on the futon.
Fifteen minutes or so passed by, Miho finally gathered her courage and asked him.
"Uhm, Takeshi-san…if you want to…I can…"
"What? You want to have my child that much?" He mocked her.
Of course, how could she forget about it?
The pills were gone.
The scenario of abortion started to form in her head…
"No matter. I'm…infertile. So it's no matter anyway."
He revealed the information to which Miho was dumbfounded.
"So you don't have to worry about being conceived."
"Whatever this…Establishment is about, they sure pick the right people. To torment you, to make sure you fail."
"Do you…want to see me fail?" She asked.
"In a way, I thought that by making you give up. You can quit this cruel job and start over again." He responded in an unexpected way. "You're young, have a whole life ahead. Unlike me."
"…"
He's not a bad person.
Only a pitiful and sad man.
He is cruel, but all he wants is to be loved.
Oji-san decided that's that and turned his back to sleep, however he heard the shuffling noise and soon found out Miho was…over him.
"I…want to have yours."
"Have my what?"
"Your child. You and me."
"I want to bear your child."
"Didn't I just tell you that I'm not—"
His words were cut off when Miho placed her lips over his.
"It doesn't matter. Let us…just live in a moment, together."
Yes. The reality is cruel. It doesn't care about your feelings, or mine.
And so, let us together dive into together this fantasy. In this illusion.
Forget for a moment that you're incapable of seeding.
Forget the reason you have become like this.
"Let's make some good memories together, you and me."
"Please…focus on me…" Miho guided his hand to her beating heart.
"Miho."
On that fifth night, it's a good harmonization between the two.
As if making up for all the bad experiences happened on those previous days.
"Let it all inside. I want to feel your sperm!
"Miho…Miho! Miho! Have my child…!"
"Yes! I will! All of it…TAKEEEE-SHIIIII…! ! !"
For the very first time in the trashy house, JK Miho and her Oji-san had orgasm at the same time.
"Thank you…Miho." He hugged her sweating body gently. "Thank you very much."
"Takeshi-san…" The two shared the kiss. "Please more…"
"Please…pamper me more…"
The fantasy was not yet faded…
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…
The morning of the sixth day arrived with a blanket of black clouds, then came the heavy rain.
While everyone in the city were struggling to get to their workplace in time, the different-in-age couple continued having sex with little care to the outside.
The sex was vigorous, but he did Miho with a sense of being more careful. No longer pushing it too far.
He loved her like a tender husband, but…
"Takeshi-san, do you want to…do something else, other than this?" Miho asked.
"…I don't know. It would be…heinous on you."
He looked over the sexual tools.
"And quite painful too."
"Please do it." Her words surprised him.
"Inflict more pain on me if you must, Takeshi-san."
With her composed tone, Takeshi had a goosebump.
"Are you…really alright with that?"
"It's okay. For Takeshi-san, this is what I can do. I will accept anything. Your fantasy is not over yet."
He wants to express his desire.
And I want to feel the love of him.
"Thank you, Miho." The man embraced her.
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…
Looking at herself on the mirror, Miho was rather amazed of seeing how…lewd she was.
The bondage suit, which she wore, exposed all her private parts while they were being clamped and linked together in small chains.
Oji-san was behind her, seeing the same reflection.
"I will hurt you, Miho. I will do it a lot. I won't stop even if you cry and beg." He stated. "No safe word or anything. I only stop when I'm bored, got it?"
"Yes. Please do so, Takeshi-san. You can do anything you want."
Miho knew not what she would receive, only that she would take whatever it was.
"Please…torment me."
Following her consent, Oji-san kissed her one more before he put Miho's dirty panties into her mouth, something that she can bite hard over rather than her own tongue.
He then put a blindfold on her face, finishing the preparation for the recipient.
My heart is beating so hast.
Not because I'm scared, but because I'm anticipating what he would do to me.
With the contraption, he strung her arms up in the air.
Like the forewarning, the first pain she received was the punch to her gut.
"Ghoh-hohgb-gohh!"
"Feeling pain, Miho? You feel hurt?" He landed a second blow on her.
"Bhugh! !"
It doesn't hurt...It doesn't hurt at all...
She tried to manipulate her own senses.
"What's wrong Miho? Are you getting tired?"
She shook her head between her laboured breathing.
"Good. We still have a long day ahead. Don't let me down."
The old man played and tortured the young girl in the most sadistic manner, in every way he could.
Over the years of hurting every girl the Establishment had sent to him, Takeshi couldn't help but grew fond of it.
It excited him. It twisted him. He became addicted to it.
Hurting the defenseless girl, was rousing up his dominating instinct.
The humiliated feeling of being looked down upon by everyone in the past no longer lingered in his chest.
Only the blood pumping of rage and excitement!
"Now I have just realized that you are that Nishizumi Miho, the famous champion tank girl." He caught on with Miho's true identity.
"You look nothing more than a fucking bitch to me. I really don't know or care why you're doing this. But I'm really grateful for those fuckers have chosen me to be in this role."
"You're wanted to be trained to become more erotic, right?"
"Your family must be so proud when they know you're doing this."
Miho shook her head weakly.
"Oh, they don't?"
"Or maybe, they are doing the same thing like you, keeping that façade while swinging their asses, open their legs as wide as they could to every sponsor."
"If you're like this, then there's no doubt that your mother is the same."
"Like mother like daughter, am I right?"
No! You're mistaken!
Her thought was converted by the profusely shaking head.
"Whatever. I should have the obligation to have you do what you're trained to do."
He removed the saliva-soaked panties from her mouth.
"Lick my ass, you stupid Onahole."
"Ha…hah…Yes sir…"
No more dismay, only a sense of comfort to obey.
"If your mother doesn't do this. Then she should be damn proud in birthing you, a toilet."
The humiliation. The wrongness. The cruel words.
When she heard them, it seemed that she came to realize that. She earned them.
Everything she did. She earned them.
"On hands and knees now."
Miho obeyed the man like her second nature.
"Lift your ass high and keep it still."
He made her re-experienced the things she had suffered two days ago.
The raw eggs. The candles.
He hurt her, and he wanted to hurt her more.
"You better keep that crevice of yours tight!"
The fisting. Things that make her entire body convulse.
"Buwwh!?"
It hurts. It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! !
But I want to feel more. More...!
The restraint on Miho was at an absurd level, she was no longer able to feel her arms and legs as the man continued plunging deep in her inner flesh with his cock and hand.
It hurts so bad, but it's so good!
After hours of craziness, it's hard to tell the difference between the two, the pleasure and the pain.
It was totally a new sensation.
A pleasure I would never have known if I had not been fucked by Oji-san.
The ball-gag was removed.
"Here's the cock that was just in your ass, Miho. Lick it clean."
"Buh-bom-muah…buwh?!" Her wet mouth was filled abruptly by the shaft.
"You must be happy right? You're eating my cock and your ass at the same time."
Feeling like a conquer, he took a firm hold of her throat with both of his hands and clenched it.
"I'm gonna rape your throat-pussy until I'm done, Miho."
With that, the man unleashed his uncontrollable emotions.
"Take it! Ora! Ora! Ora!"
At a certain point, her colors went pale by the lack of oxygen while thinking that he might kill her accidentally by pushing it too far.
But it's strange. I'm not afraid at all.
This is his love to me.
I must accept it.
That's right. I'm not scared.
He trusts me.
All I have to do is to endure it.
Just a little longer. Just a little longer…!
"I'm cumming again, I'm pouring everything into your stomach, Miho!"
Only after his throbbing glans started pumping out the thick contents through the esophagus, he finally let go of her throat.
"Get your face on the floor!" Without giving a chance for her to catch a break, he pushed her down again, telling her to keep still.
"Now I know all women are sluts after all." He stood before her while holding the soften wet cock.
"They always wish to be bullied, fondled and raped. I should have done this to my wife when she wants me to sign that paper!"
The flow of yellow fluids started pouring out from his tube and splashed all over her hair.
"Please, forgive m—"
He stomped on her head, pressing her face on the puddle.
"No!"
Miho endured everything he lashed at her.
Demand everything out of her.
He insulted her.
He tortured her.
He tormented her.
"Go on, cum! You fucking ONAHOLE! ! !"
He said it out loud as he fisted her, not only her vagina, but also her ass. Each plunged by his hands.
"GYYAAAAA—AAAAAAAHHHHH! ! !" Her tormenting cry was drowned out by the downpour and booming thunders outside.
Despite enduring such cruel treatment, the fluttering in Miho's heart remained.
He's cruel.
"I love you, Miho."
He began to kiss her after he granted her a moment of respite.
And yet, he's also kind in his own way.
"Takeshi-san, please…"
That's why. It's up to me to take him.
"Rape me."
To accept him.
"…Miho. Miho. Miho!"
His fiery rage soon shifted to loving affection.
The sex was engaged properly as the couple did everywhere in the house.
In the hallway.
At the front door.
In the kitchen, and in the living room.
Every spot in the house was covered with the odor of sex and their bodily fluids.
"I'm cumming again…!"
Miho was happy and graceful as Takeshi's filling her with his love, over and over…
If he's trash, then I am filth, a stain. Together in this small, dirty place.
"Ahh, more…rough me up more! Takeshi-san! Stronger. Rougher…!" She reciprocated to his affection.
"Fuck my pussy harder! Fuck it deep so that I won't forget it!"
"I'm amazed, Miho. You are no whore. You're just a perverted pig, a sow!"
He pulled her hair as he came up with an idea.
"And your kind should go play outside, not indoor."
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…
Removing the bondage set up, Oji-san took Miho out to the backyard, naked and bruised as she was.
He told her they would go through the backyard, through the damaged wall, then beyond it, the bridge.
"We are…doing it, out there?"
"What, are you scared?"
"N-no. It's just that…"
It's not that Miho was against it, but she was concern about the rule…
"It's technically not going out of the front door, so you're still in the game, Miho. And as long as I'm with you."
Oji-san then started removing his clothes. From the tank top down to his underwear.
He then stepped into the rain, welcoming the drops with open arms. As if the man had returned to his child-self, he played in the rain. He laughed while spinning round and round like a helicopter blade.
"Get out here, Miho. The rain is not as cold as you think."
"Alright…"
The temperature of her body against the cold rain was even out.
It feels good.
She felt the soft, marshmallow-likeness as soon as her bare feet touched the ground.
At this point, Miho had to admit. She may very well have grown fond of this exhibitionist play…
After a moment for their bodies to soak up in the rain, the pair walked to gate.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"And remember, you are a sow now."
"…Yes."
She put her hands and knees on the muddy ground and started crawling out in the open.
No collar. Nothing.
For she's a sow.
And she would be skewed mercilessly by this Oji-san.
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…
Under the drops of heavy rain,
There was a pair of horny beasts, devouring each other madly, right in the middle of the street.
Miho felt the rushing wave of water slashing all over her body while her breasts were pressed onto the hardness of the asphalt pavement.
"This is your fault, Miho!" Oji-san said out loudly as he's humping her. "You are the one who's driving me to do this!"
"If someone see us now. Make sure that you declare your name loudly, and this is all consensual sex! You got it? You are just a perverted girl, who loves this pathetic old man!"
"Yes! I will! I will do everything you say, Takeshi-san! I love you. I love you! I love you!" Miho declared.
"Do you want to have my child?"
"I do! Takeshi-san, I do!"
"Then why are we here? Normal people would do this sort of thing in a hotel. On a bed!" He asked this as he grabbed a fistful of her wet hair.
"Why are we here? Copulating like animals…in the middle of the road. In the rain?!"
"That's because…I'm a perverted girl…It doesn't matter where or when. I only got excited when you're fucking me like a bitch…!"
"So you've come to me, because you're hoping for it!?"
"Y-Yes! Yes! I did! I chose you!" She turned her face to him. It's hard for him to tell if they're the drops of rain, or the tears streaming down from her redden eyes.
"I could have picked a gangbang option. Letting all kind of men to fuck me. Just for eight hours, and then I'm done. Get it over with my own redemption thing. But I picked you!"
"Why?"
"It's because…I want to become a true Joufu plus Koibito (Mistress plus Lover)! I want to…devote my entire body, solely just for the one before me…"
He was surprised by her answer. The first thing popped up was 'is she stupid?' then he started to contemplate, about why she's here, in this position in the first place.
His train of thought was cut off when he spotted a certain light coming toward them.
"…Hey. Look over there, Miho. Someone is coming."
He pulled her up, letting her back against his chest. Her legs opened up like a M letter all the while still having his stiff rod buried inside.
"Let them see everything about you, yeah? A JK devotes her body solely to this Oji-san. Just like you want."
"…Yes, please. Let them see it. Let them see me, a perverted sow who had fallen in love madly with Oji-sannnn!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Shaking your hips, bitch! Shake them hard until I cum! !"
Like some sort of limiter has been removed, because with his words. Miho moved on her own madly. Tightening her cunt as she rocked up and down repeatedly, feeling the hardness of him hitting the right spot.
The ball of light was coming closer and closer. Soon, it will be revealed. Like the light on stage. Nowhere to hide. Showing everything to the audience, a perverted young girl was making love to this despicable old man.
"I'm…cum-MINGGGG…!"
Admist the cold and piercing drops, the boiling seminal fluids gushed into the girl's womb…
…
When a loud boom of thunder came, the person stopped pedaling their bike immediately.
"Damn, that was loud. Like a storm is coming…"
After scanning over the condition of the weather, the person looked toward the road again. It's wet, filled with many puddles of rainwaters, but vacant of people. They then started pedaling again, hoping to get back to their own home as quickly as possible.
Not too far from their location, under the bridge, JK Miho and Oji-san let out laboured breath from heaving chests.
"That was close, hah?" Takeshi chuckled.
"Hah…hah…"
Miho couldn't register what the man's said because her head was a completed mush.
A moment ago, she had an orgasm when he abruptly pulled out and dragged her off the road.
She felt his seeds spill out from her, running down on her thighs.
"Let's pick up where we left off." He had his hard cock by her mouth.
After the ejaculation, came the urination. Miho drank it all along with the semen mixed in it.
It didn't take long for his vigor to return. He put Miho against the concrete leg of the bridge.
"No, wait…"
The moment he penetrated Miho again, she had another orgasm.
"Kek!?"
"Hehe, your vagina is squeezing me a lot. Did you just cum?"
"I'm sorry. It's just…too good…!"
"It seems that you're enjoying yourself too much. Are you serving me, or am I?"
"I'm…I'm sorry."
"Whatever, I'm gonna do your ass now." He pulled out and readied to insert the said hole. "Keep that ass of yours tight. And you better not shit on me!"
The sound of blowing wind along with gushing rain resonated through the area, in concert with the flesh of old man and the young girl slamming into each other.
His hips bucked as another volume of white spurting inside her rectum.
"Hehe, if Miho is in some school co-op with the boys, no doubt that they will jerk off thinking about you."
He spanked her rear hard. The moment he did so, Miho dropped on her knees with hand on her stomach.
"Ahh…!" She groaned in pain.
"Oi? What's wrong?"
"I…I have to go, Takeshi-san…"
It took a moment for Takashi to understand her words.
"Since you can't help it…the running water is right behind you. Go ahead and shit in it."
He gave her the order like the owner to his dog.
Defecating in public. It's something Miho had done a few times, but they always happened under the overwhelming pressure of enema.
It never happened with a sense of willingness though.
"Hah…haa…" Squatting by the river, she's readied to go.
"Let it out all. I want to see it."
"Uh…hah…"
This moment, it would be her first, and it's very…liberating…
"You sure shit out a lot. Did you eat something while I was sleeping? You're truly a pig."
At this point, Miho should have felt ashamed of herself but instead, she chuckled. She either took it as a joke, or a verification of her true self.
"But just to be sure…Stand up and stand still."
She obeyed his order. She stood up without wiping herself yet.
At that moment, he shoved his fingers right into her dirty rear and started prying.
"Uh?! Takeshi-san, what are you—?"
"Stay still."
His two fingers soon joined by the rest. It didn't take long for him to insert a whole hand in it.
"Guah!?"
Miho supported herself on Oji-san's shoulders heavily as he was fisting upward her anal canal. His other hand also pitched and pulled her swollen clitoris cruelly.
"Takeshi-san…Take—shiiiii…!" She cried out his name, feeling the pending eruption.
He played them until she squirted and let out a new batch of liquidized waste.
She dropped to the ground, heaving her chest heavily.
"Lick them Miho." He put up the hand, stained with brown matters, before her half-focused eyes.
"Mmhn…" Like a dog, she licked, sucked and ate the substance…
"Good girl."
His praise put a smile on Miho's face. The awful and bitter taste still lingered heavily in her mouth and nostrils, but his words filled her happiness…until he slapped her face.
"Don't be so surprise, Miho. That's my reward for you're being a good bitch."
"…thank you, Takeshi-sa—" He slapped her other cheek.
"Don't say my name so casually. What would happen if someone heard it?"
"I'm…very sorry, master. Please forgive this stupid bitch." Miho bowed her head lowly in a dogeza form.
"Lick them." He put up his right foot before her.
Without a hint of hesitation, she licked them dutifully, like a good dog she was.
"Hehe, serve you right. You sow!"
Takeshi was not someone who has been cruel like this.
He was a kind man, a respectful member at a small company.
He also had a good wife.
Then his infertile condition was found out.
He tried many medicines and other methods, but they didn't work.
Turmoil, frustration, depression, anxiety, hopelessness, guilt, and feelings of worthlessness started to build up in his chest. Until…
"Isn't that great? It means you can pump your loads into any whore as much as you want without worrying about paying child support!"
That one tasteless joke was the trigger for his rage.
He soon lost the job.
His wife divorced because she could no longer tolerate his behavior.
He retreated himself into the life of secluded, away from society.
Until one day. an agent from the Establishment knocked on his door.
Obviously, he's bewildered to be given such a job, to be able to do the JKs they sent however he wanted.
However, he accepted the role. For a reason of his own.
On earliest days, he wasn't cruel to the girls they brought in.
He was trying to be…kind, in fact.
The girls who stayed with him was appreciated, but then one day, one girl…
He overheard a certain JK talking to her friends.
She told them he's easy and threw a comment that he is infertile.
He didn't know how she came by such information, he only assumed that she probably had snooped around his belongings when he's out.
"No matter how much he pumps inside me, I won't get pregnant. Isn't that great?"
That haunting tasteless joke before became the catalyst.
In that moment, he entered the room and assaulted her.
Before he was able to release it, the JK managed to kick him and ran out of the house.
His attitude soon changed.
The Establishment took note of the development, but they decided to keep him as…a real challenge to the D-Ranked JKs.
It has been going on like that for two years.
"You monster."
"Die. You old fuck!"
"I hope you rot in hell!"
Insult came after the JKs ran out of the house with tearful faces.
By his ruthless treatment, almost all girls were not able to withstand him for more than 3 days.
With every failed girl, he would receive the remuneration, but he didn't need it. However, he's willing to accept the sexual tools to aid his wildest and cruel fantasy.
The cruelty took a root in his mind, but one thing remained in his yearning heart.
All he wanted was a companion.
Their understanding.
Their affection.
But who could endure his warped feeling and cruelty?
"I'M CUMMING!"
Following a feminine cry, the JK let out another squirting show. The fluids flew and hit on his face.
Returned back to the reality, the old man realized that he had tortured Miho's genital by a piece of blunt-end object.
"I…I'm sorry…" The girl before him was horrified and apologized to him.
"No need to apologize, Miho." He said. "I'm very…happy."
"Master…?"
He kissed her gently.
"You've done well. Let me…reward you."
Beneath the cold concrete bridge, the two immersed themselves in each other's warmth.
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…
When the riverside was completely dark and the streetlights illuminated over the structures, the pair returned to the backyard.
Just before they would enter the house, Oji-san pushed JK down and skewered her right there and then once again.
Wallowing in muddy ground, they continued the animalistic copulation.
"About what you have said before, Miho. You're truly stupid."
"You're a stupid sow! And you're deserved to be breed by me!"
Oji-san knew that he couldn't get the girl pregnant, but he wanted to try.
"YES! Breed me! Let me take all of your sperms!" Her face was so distorted by the pleasure. "PLEASE LET ME HAVE YOUR CHILD! ! !"
Lying on the cold wet mud, Miho was soothed by Oji-san's spreading warmth.
…
…
"Keep it still…"
Putting in a piledriver position, Miho became a urinal as Oji-san was peeing straight into her cum-filled colon. Overwhelming by the pleasure, she couldn't help but started relieving herself as well.
"Good…! It's so good…!" She disgraced herself as the arched yellowish flow hit squarely on her elated face.
"Drink it, Miho." Oji-san gave her the remaining drops from his bladder.
"Now you stay just like that. Keep it still. I'm gonna find something to plug your stinky holes."
"Yes, Master…"
If one took a picture at this moment, it'd be an unreal painting.
A single hanging light bulb cast its warm yellow light upon the backyard.
In it, there was a JK, holding her entire body in a top-down bottom-up manner. A provocative piledriver posture displayed the absolute submission.
The smell and the fluids slowly soaked into her skin. Her flesh. Her womb. Her colon. Every part of functioning organ that normally shouldn't receive those essences.
At this moment, Miho became a piece of meat, being marinated by everything that came out from Oji-san's tube.
'Disgusting'. 'Horrible'. And other synonym words to describe this treatment.
But not for Nishizumi Miho.
For she had accepted them.
His heinous act.
His desire.
His dream.
Everything.
She accepted all of them.
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D-Day+7
After taking a quick bath, eating a healthy breakfast meal, and changing new sheet for the mattress, the different-in-age couple indulged together once again.
This time, there was no sexual tools. Only the good old fashion sex.
"Ohh…that's good, Miho. Keep going."
The JK granted Oji-san pleasure with her trained mouth, her breasts' technique.
She didn't let a single drop of his semen go to waste. She received them with grace, like a tribute.
Each changed their initiative role.
She would ride on him before it's his turn.
"One more time, Miho?"
"Yes, Takeshi-san."
The two mated earnestly.
"I'm feeling I can knock you up now, Miho."
Following his words, Miho had a small giggle.
"Hihi."
"What is it?"
"I'm sorry, it's just that…you look manly, Takeshi-san."
Hearing it, he's stopped what he's doing.
"…Oh Miho, I wish that I could have meet you much sooner." He's touched.
"Or the very least, I want to have more time being with you." He began to sob.
Miho gently grabbed his face before she kissed him.
"We still have time."
"Forget the reality."
"Go wild with your desire."
"Let the lust take over you."
"Let us melt together in our little bubble, just the two of us."
With only one day, one night left for them, Miho wasted no moment.
She bent over before him.
Up against the wall.
On top of him.
Below him.
Hands. Mouth. Pussy. Ass.
No part of her body was denied to him.
"JK Miho, from the bottom of my heart, I thank you."
Each sought out feverishly and even more.
To forget everything and anything.
In their own little bubble of fantasy…
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The morning of the eighth day inevitably came.
When Miho woke up from the bed, Takeshi was not there.
She checked the house while calling out his name, but Oji-san were nowhere to be seen.
The man was no longer in his house.
The front door was opened wide.
At this very moment, Miho realized that her session; 7 days Course with Oji-san, has finally came to an end.
She could go out now but for some reason, she didn't want to. Maybe the fatigue was still lingered, or the brightness from the outside made her uncomfortable.
Whatever the reason was, Miho decided to lie down in the hallway and fell into her slumber once more…
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When Miho opened her eyes again, she was looking at a white ceiling, a strangely familiar sight.
The hospital?
"Hello Miho-kun. How are you?" A familiar voice called out.
"M-san?" A familiar face which Miho assumed she'd never seen again.
"Most of the assets have gone in there never made it through the fourth day." M continued on without waiting for her answer.
"I'm amazed that you've managed to survive."
"…I didn't." Miho finally responded.
"I didn't survive."
"I simply…spent my time with him…"
"Where…did he go?" She asked.
"The old man, he has a cancer, late stage." M revealed.
"I guess he wants to spare you the sight of seeing him gone."
"Takeshi-san…"
"Don't be sad, Miho-kun. In fact, you should be proud. You have soothed away his long-years agony."
"…"
"You have done well!" He clapped his hand once, bringing Miho's attention back to him.
"With this redemption, you're back to the position you have fallen from."
"Back? That means…you're…" She understood the meaning behind his words.
"Indeed. Welcome back." He leaned close to her with a hint of anticipation.
"Let's us work well together from now on. This time, for sure."
Probably everyone: Holy shit, what the fuck did I just read?
Me (with post-nut clarity): Holy shit, what the fuck did I just cook?