Who was she? Where was she...
Everything had become fuzzy and unclear.
In Megumi Kato's mind, only one thought remained—
Want... want more...
As her consciousness drifted, Megumi Kato's eyes lost focus, becoming hazy. Her once serene, gentle face now held only the pink flush of pleasure.
"Completely fallen now, haven't you, Megumi?" Seiji teased, pinching her cheek.
The girl had no reaction.
"Hehe, already can't hear people talking."
Thanks to Seiji's superhuman stamina and Megumi's special constitution, the battle continued for three days.
By the first day, Megumi's brain had already begun shutting down.
He'd fucked her in every position imaginable. On her back with her legs spread wide. On her hands and knees like a bitch in heat. Riding him with her plump thighs trembling from exhaustion. Bent over the edge of the bed with her ass in the air while he pounded her from behind.
She was utterly incapable of thought, nerves hyperactive, skin burning and flushed as if placed in a steamer. Her pussy was red and swollen, thoroughly used, yet still clenching hungrily around him every time he thrust inside.
Her tear ducts were stimulated too, making her cry and moan uncontrollably—tears streaming down her flushed cheeks even as her body shuddered through yet another climax.
The second day.
When she woke from a brief bout of unconsciousness, the first thing she felt was the sticky mess between her thighs—his cum leaking out of her abused cunt, pooling on the sheets beneath her. The first thing she saw was Seiji's face wearing that amused smile.
"Awake?" Seiji's voice was low and magnetic. "Hungry? I've prepared a nutritional meal for you."
Megumi instinctively wanted to shake her head, to refuse.
But her throat was raw from screaming, unable to produce any sound.
She only felt as if every bone in her body had come apart, every muscle filled with exhaustion. Her pussy throbbed with a dull ache—sore and oversensitive from countless orgasms. But what made it even harder to bear was that emptiness and craving constantly surging from the depths of her body. Despite everything, her cunt was still wet, still hungry, still clenching around nothing.
Seiji seemed to see right through her, simply bringing a bowl of warm liquid nutrition to her lips.
"Open up," he said softly.
Smelling the meal's fragrance, Megumi's hungry body responded first, obediently opening her mouth. The warm liquid slid down her throat, moistening her raw esophagus, bringing a long-missed comfort.
She ate very slowly, like a pet being fed by its master.
Seiji patiently fed her, occasionally brushing her cheek with his fingertips or pushing aside the sweat-dampened strands plastered to her forehead—movements gentle, yet carrying a sense of absolute control.
"Good." He spoke softly. "You need to eat well to have strength to continue, don't you?"
Hearing this, Megumi's body involuntarily trembled again.
Her mind was blank, containing only the satisfaction of being fed and the instinctive fear and secret anticipation of what was coming. Her nipples hardened traitorously beneath the thin fabric still clinging to her body, and she felt fresh wetness gathering between her thighs.
Seiji seemed able to read every subtle struggle in her heart.
He smiled slightly, leaning down to whisper in her ear: "Stop resisting, Megumi. Your body is more honest than you. It's already fallen in love with this feeling."
His hand slid between her legs, fingers easily slipping into her slick, swollen pussy. She gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily, her walls immediately clenching around his digits.
"See?" he murmured against her ear, pumping his fingers slowly. "So wet. So eager. Your body knows what it wants."
Without giving her any time to think, he withdrew his fingers and pressed the girl beneath him once more, spreading her trembling thighs wide and sinking his cock back into her welcoming cunt.
By the third day, Megumi had completely lost her perception of time.
She only knew that every time she neared collapse, that man would always perfectly pull her back from the edge of the abyss, then push her toward another, higher peak.
In the girl's mind, only Seiji's face remained—his voice, his breath, the feeling of his cock splitting her open again and again.
Her body had been thoroughly trained now. The moment he touched her, her pussy would clench and drip. The moment he entered her, she would cum. She'd lost count of how many times he'd filled her with his seed, how many times she'd felt his hot cum flooding her womb, how many times she'd squirted around his cock like a broken faucet.
Consciousness had been completely filled with pleasure, incapable of thinking about anything else.
She began yielding to instinct, watching him with wet eyes, spreading her legs whenever he approached, making sounds she herself couldn't tell were crying or moaning. Her hips would move on their own now—rolling, grinding, desperately trying to milk more pleasure from his cock.
Seiji watched the girl transform from initial terror and struggle to later numbness and compliance, and now to instinctive craving. The way she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper. The way her cunt squeezed him so greedily when she came. The way she whimpered "more" in that broken, desperate voice.
An indescribable sense of achievement surged through him.
A shiver.
When the metal door opened again, it was three days later.
Piercing sunlight poured in, making Megumi instinctively squint.
She felt as if she'd passed through an entire era.
Her whole being was in an exhausted, dazed state. When Seiji carried her back to the main building's bathroom and placed her in the tub, she finally jolted awake as if from a great dream.
The memories of those three days and nights—hellish yet seemingly like paradise—instantly flooded back into her mind. Every thrust, every orgasm, every time she'd screamed his name while cumming on his cock. The feeling of being filled over and over, of his seed dripping down her thighs, of her own juices soaking the sheets beneath her.
An indescribable regret and terror seized her.
She regretted.
This intensity was too much!
There absolutely couldn't be a second time!
Seiji watched her dazed expression, tinged with post-trauma wariness, and laughed silently to himself.
"Go wash up." His tone was gentle, as if nothing had happened—just a considerate, loving partner.
Megumi glanced at him without speaking.
Splash—
The shower turned on.
The girl used hot water to scrub her body over and over, rubbing her skin red. Between her legs was a mess—his dried cum caked on her inner thighs, her pussy still swollen and tender, still leaking the remnants of three days' worth of loads.
She scrubbed desperately, trying to scour away all the memories, all the scents, all the sensations from those three days and nights. Trying not to notice how her body tingled whenever she touched certain spots. Trying to ignore how empty her cunt felt now that he wasn't inside her.
She warned herself again and again in her heart:
There absolutely cannot be a next time!
Absolutely!
After washing, Megumi emerged wrapped in a towel, finding that Seiji had already neatly folded a clean set of pajamas on the bedside.
"No more today, right." The girl said warily, keeping her distance as she carefully made her way to the dining room.
"Don't be so nervous. I need rest too." Seiji spread his hands.
Megumi remained vigilant. Only after confirming Seiji wouldn't approach did she secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
What she didn't know was that Seiji was laughing inside.
Being vigilant now was useless—the development was already complete.
After resting for three days.
Megumi finally recovered.
That evening, Seiji looked at the girl who had returned to her usual gentle, serene demeanor and spoke:
"Megumi, we're having guests tonight. Meet your other sisters—incidentally, one of them is this villa's original owner."
At his words, Megumi Kato's heart tightened, but she still nodded calmly: "Yes."
She knew clearly what she had to face—meeting Seiji's other women.
She carefully selected an elegant cream-colored dress that accentuated her qualities and applied refined, understated makeup. Looking at her still-dignified reflection in the mirror, the girl secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Only, there seemed to be some inexplicable, restless heat constantly coursing through her body.
But Megumi dismissed it as lingering aftereffects from those three days and nights, and quickly ignored it.
At seven that evening, Utaha and Eriri arrived at the villa, full of curiosity.
"Hmph, I'm back!"
"I'm back."
They announced as they entered the living room.
Hearing them, Megumi rose from the sofa, giving them a slight bow with a polite smile on her face.
"Kasumigaoka-senpai, Sawamura-senpai, good evening." Her voice was gentle as water, her smile serene.
The moment Utaha and Eriri saw Megumi Kato, they couldn't help but freeze.
The girl before them was even more beautiful than in photos and files. Every smile held a power that seemed to cleanse one's heart—gentle, serene, dignified, pure. That transcendent clarity made even these two outstanding beauties feel a touch of inadequacy.
"Hello... Kato-san." Utaha was first to recover, returning the smile.
Eriri simply stared, dumbstruck, before finally whispering to Utaha: "Utaha... are you sure she was really trained by that guy?"
"Saying this now is too rude!" Utaha first glared at Eriri, then quietly muttered: "Looking at her aura, there's no way she could have been trained. Seiji definitely failed!"
Utaha's eyes held a glint of schadenfreude.
The two exchanged glances, both seeing in each other's eyes that mischievous anticipation of Seiji's failure.
Just then, Seiji Fujiwara, who had been sitting in the main seat on the sofa, also stood up.
"Welcome back."
He walked behind Megumi and, right in front of Utaha and Eriri, casually let his palm rest on Megumi's pert bottom through her dress, giving it a light squeeze.
Just that one touch.
Megumi Kato's body froze in place as if a switch had been flipped. Those clear eyes of hers suddenly lost focus, becoming dazed.
"What are you doing!?"
Utaha and Eriri both frowned simultaneously.
Doing something so frivolous right in front of them?
Even if they were all sisters, doing this in front of them was too humiliating!
It wasn't even in a private room!!
However, the next second, the expressions on their faces transformed into ghost-seeing horror.
"Just finished Megumi's development, so I'll show you the results."
Seiji said leisurely, reaching from behind Megumi to probe between the girl's legs. His hand slid up her thigh, fingers pushing her panties aside to sink into her slit.
"Wh-what!?"
Under Utaha and Eriri's horrified gazes, Seiji's fingers stirred inside her briefly—one pump, two—before slowly withdrawing.
Under the lights.
Seiji's fingers glistened with clear, viscous liquid, sticky strands connecting them to the soaked fabric of Megumi's underwear.
This is?!
Utaha's and Eriri's brains crashed.
From just having her bottom squeezed, this pure-as-water girl had become this wet? Had she... climaxed?
Megumi herself had also recovered from that brief blankness. Feeling that uncontrollable warmth flooding between her legs, the shameful wetness soaking through her panties, she too was thrown into tremendous panic.
She couldn't believe that just a single squeeze had made her body react like this. Her pussy was throbbing, clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
The air fell instantly silent.
"See that?" Seiji's voice sounded, smug. "Megumi's special quality is that she's particularly 'durable.' So I could do a full 'deep development.' Three days straight. Her body remembers every second of it now."
As he spoke, he undid his belt.
Utaha and Eriri stared in shock at his thick, hard cock springing free—massive, veined, already fully erect—and before they could say anything, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.
Megumi Kato—the girl who just a second ago had been dignified and gentle as a pure lotus—upon seeing that massive length, felt her mouth water instantly. Her body moved as if controlled by invisible strings, dropping to her knees without a moment's hesitation.
She lifted her fair, lovely face, her eyes glazed with need, her lips parting unconsciously. She let him slap his heavy cock against her delicate cheeks, the lewd sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the silent living room, striking Utaha's and Eriri's hearts like a heavy hammer.
Then she opened her mouth and took him in, her tongue swirling around his thick head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him eagerly. Obscene slurping sounds filled the room as she bobbed her head, taking more and more of his length down her throat.
They couldn't believe their eyes!
Such a dignified, gentle girl would voluntarily do such a thing! On her knees, deepthroating a cock like a desperate slut, right in front of them!
And Megumi herself was screaming internally.
Why?!
Why did my body... move on its own?! Why does it feel so good to have him in my mouth?!
But alongside the shame, the craving for pleasure that surged from deep in her body drove her to pursue relentlessly, regardless of everything. Her pussy was dripping now, juices running down her thighs as she worshipped his cock with her mouth, her body trembling with desperate need to be fucked again...
"You two came back to Kyoto at just the right time." Seiji beckoned to the already stunned Utaha and Eriri, a demonic smile on his face. "Thanks to Megumi, I've found the method for deep development. I'll definitely apply it to you two in the future."
At his words, Utaha and Eriri both retreated a terrified step back, their faces full of rejection and fear.
"D-don't be ridiculous!" Utaha struggled to maintain her composure, but her voice trembled.
Eriri's face was ghostly pale. She clutched Utaha's arm desperately, her body shaking uncontrollably: "No... I don't want that!"
And Megumi had already wrapped her lips around his cock.
Her practiced technique combined with that saintly face—now furrowed with desperate need—created an extreme visual impact. She bobbed her head with devotion, tongue swirling around the thick shaft, taking him deeper with each stroke.
The girl was gentle yet meticulous, worshipping every inch.
As if she weren't sucking cock in front of her seniors, but performing her rightful duty.
The obscene slurping sounds filled the room. Watching that outwardly pure, saintly girl deepthroat him like a seasoned whore, Utaha and Eriri felt their minds under violent assault.
And Megumi Kato, while feeling shame so intense she wanted to find a crack to crawl into, found that the awakened desire deep in her body drove her to pursue, regardless of everything, that pleasure belonging only to him.
Soon, Seiji bent Megumi over the sofa right in front of them, hiking up her dress to expose her dripping pussy. Without ceremony, he thrust into her from behind.
"Ahhhn—!"
Megumi Kato's moan was shameless. Wanton. She pushed her hips back to meet each brutal thrust, begging for more, her dignified mask completely shattered.
Utaha's and Eriri's feelings had reached an extreme level of complexity.
But their thoughts didn't last long.
Because the next second, they too were stripped and pulled into the fray.
The next morning.
Sunlight streamed through the curtain gaps, illuminating the thoroughly disheveled bed.
Utaha and Eriri woke at almost the same moment.
Their bodies ached as if they'd fallen apart. But more chaotic than their bodies were their minds.
Everything from last night replayed like a bizarre nightmare, assaulting their perception.
They couldn't believe they had actually witnessed... Megumi Kato like that.
Thinking of this.
The two turned their heads in unison, casting their gazes toward the other side of the room.
There, wearing only a set of pure white lace underwear, Megumi stood quietly before a large full-length mirror.
She had returned to that dignified, gentle, serene appearance, brows slightly furrowed as she looked at her reflection—skin snow-white but marked with telltale traces—her eyes carrying a faint, touching air of melancholy.
This saintly image contrasted starkly with the woman from last night who had screamed for his cock, begging him to fuck her harder while her seniors watched.
Utaha and Eriri were about to say something when they witnessed a scene that made them stop breathing.
Megumi before the mirror, as if conducting some experiment, suddenly raised her hand and lightly squeezed her own chest through the lace bra.
Following this gentle squeeze.
Her body immediately gave an honest response.
A stream of clear, glistening liquid slowly flowed from between her tightly closed legs wrapped in white lace panties, quickly soaking through that pure white fabric.
BOOM!!
Seeing this scene, Utaha's and Eriri's minds went completely blank.
As if struck by lightning, they couldn't utter a single word.
And Megumi Kato, facing her body's terrifying response, showed no unusual expression on her face. She simply sighed softly, as if merely resigned or rueful.
Then, she calmly turned her head to look at the two stunned seniors on the bed, and said in that still-gentle, serene voice:
"You two should be careful."
"The next one to become like me... might be you."
At her words.
Utaha and Eriri only felt a chill run from their tailbones straight to the top of their heads.
They swallowed in fear, watching this clear-eyed girl calmly deliver her terrifying prophecy, unable to feel anything but terror.
Megumi Kato, having said her piece, paid them no further mind. She found a fresh, clean set of clothes from the wardrobe and walked into the bathroom.
Leaving only Eriri and Utaha sitting dumbstruck on the messy bed, staring at each other, as if plunged into an ice cellar.
They—and everyone in the group—had all been wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Seiji would fail?
That was nothing but their naive, laughable fantasy!
Even a resilient, gentle, serene girl like Megumi Kato couldn't escape Seiji's clutches, transformed into this.
That very day, Utaha and Eriri fled the villa in a panic.
They immediately found another high-end apartment in downtown Kyoto, locking themselves inside as if only this could keep last night's absurd, terrifying experience—and Megumi Kato's prophecy—at bay.