Guh... just kill me.
Biting the collar, her face burning and her ears red with shame, Sakiko wanted to disappear from this world.
But... she couldn't.
She hadn't apologized to Mutsumi properly yet.
Karen opened the door, and the first thing Sakiko heard was a wanton, melodic whimpering from Mutsumi—a sound she had never, ever heard from her friend.
So Mutsumi wasn't cold when she was with him. She was completely different than when she was with Sakiko... How did I not notice this for years?
Sakiko wanted to see what Mutsumi looked like with him, but she was wearing nothing but a cat-girl outfit (minus the tail). She didn't dare lift her head to look at Rin and Mutsumi, letting her blue hair sweep the floor. Because her mouth was occupied by the collar, she couldn't swallow properly; silver threads of saliva dripped down the deep red leather.
From Rin's perspective, all he could see was her smooth ivory back and the curve of her slender waist. She didn't have Karen's pear-shaped flare, but she was petite and exquisite.
"It seems the Toyokawa heiress is a fast learner. But if you want me to collar you, we have to wait until Mutsumi is satisfied."
"UUU~~~!!!!"
A wanton shriek escaped Mutsumi. Rin didn't know if he was using Mutsumi or Mortis right now, but it didn't matter... they were both getting bred!
Rin showed no mercy and no tenderness. Every thrust felt like it was rearranging her internal organs.
Her rounded toes curled tight, unable to touch the floor. Her slightly distended stomach was being massaged and squeezed with every breath. Her thigh muscles tensed and relaxed in sync with Rin's rhythm.
Saliva and tears ran down her face, mixing with the fluids leaking from her other mouth, dripping onto the carpet in front of Sakiko and Karen. Occasionally, a spray of "warm rain" hit the pair on the floor.
"Don't look down. Look at how much Mutsumi is enjoying being filled... you're next."
Rin wickedly forced Sakiko to look up and witness the shameful scene. She desperately wanted to look away, but she couldn't stop staring at the point of connection.
It wasn't just Mutsumi and Mortis—though their consciousness was blurring as they rapidly swapped personalities—they both tried to burn the image of the humiliated Sakiko into their minds.
Satisfying.
Mortis is so satisfied.
The proud Toyokawa heiress was actually in such a shameful pose, making such a shameful face.
It's not enough!
Sakiko has to be bred too, until she makes the same face Mutsumi is making!
Rin didn't waste too much time on Mutsumi. Sakiko was the star of the show.
After using Mutsumi like a living fleshlight and filling her to the absolute brim, Rin set her aside on the sofa. Mutsumi lay there, gasping for air, thick cream puffs slowly leaking out of her with every ragged breath.
Rin reached out and wiped the saliva from Sakiko's lips.
The hyper-proud Sakiko never imagined she'd be in such a depraved state before a man—nude save for a cat outfit, biting a collar and begging him to put it on her...
"Don't be nervous," Karen whispered in Sakiko's ear. "The first time is the most embarrassing; after that, you'll start to love it~"
There will not be a second time!
Sakiko grit her teeth. She wanted Rin to collar her quickly and end this, but she couldn't speak with the leather in her mouth.
Besides, she was currently the "victim" being coerced.
"Hah..." Sakiko opened her mouth, letting the collar fall to the floor. She glanced at Mutsumi and put on her best "blackmailed" act. "Just... hurry up. Do whatever you want. Then give Mutsumi her photos... back."
"Did I give you permission to speak?"
Rin's gaze met Sakiko's. His eyes seemed to say 'I'm sorry'.
But his actions said the exact opposite.
"Disobedient pets need to be taught a lesson."
"YAAH~!"
With a cry from Sakiko, Rin's palm landed hard on her rear. The tight, elastic feel of her skin made him linger, kneading the flesh after the strike.
In adult fiction, "Ojou-samas" often have sensitive rears. This trope actually has some psychological weight.
It's not that their butts are biologically different, but they possess immense pride. Toying with an "unclean" area like the rear is a direct assault on that dignity. Since the rear is adjacent to their most sensitive spots, the psychological shame often triggers physical arousal.
In that double-stimulation trap, they fall much faster.
It's perfectly logical!
Rin's hand continued to fall. To a girl as proud as Sakiko, this was the ultimate humiliation. Rin alternated between slaps and teasing, his fingers brushing the crevice between her cheeks in a "now you feel it, now you don't" dance.
The goal was to wire her brain to associate humiliation with pleasure. He didn't hit hard enough to bruise, only enough to make her ivory skin turn a flush pink. He didn't go deep, just gentle kneading.
With every slap, the teeth-gritting Sakiko let out a muffled groan. It started as pure pain and shame, but slowly, a wanton edge began to creep into her voice.
Mortis, on the sofa, was overjoyed. If she weren't playing the "victim," she would have been clutching her stomach in laughter.
"Tch, tch, tch..." After a while, Rin shook his hand. "I didn't expect the Toyokawa heiress to get wet just from a spanking. My hand is covered in your juices."
He was lying.
His hand was dry. Unless a girl is spanked until she pisses herself, it's rare for a novice to reach that level of arousal so quickly.
"This is getting a bit boring... How about this? Mutsumi, you do it. If you don't spank her until she squirts, I'll make you squirt instead." Rin picked up the discarded collar and held it to Sakiko's mouth. "Bite."
Sakiko took the collar and let out a silent sigh of relief. It seemed he really was letting Mutsumi vent her anger.
But... 'spank her until she squirts'? What did that even mean!?
Sakiko's knowledge of sex was limited to textbooks. To her, "pleasure" was just a vague sensation of clamping her legs together. A sheltered princess had no idea how many ways a body could be played with.
Mortis and Mutsumi, however, knew much more.
They were happy, but they had to maintain the act. Mortis knew Sakiko knew she was acting, but they had to keep the surface professional.
"Saki..."
"Mmm-ph..." Biting the collar, Sakiko nodded. From Sakiko's blind spot, Mortis's face broke into a grin. And then...
SLAP!
Mortis delivered a heavy palm strike to Sakiko's already reddened rear. Her own hand stung from the force.
Mortis: [One for me, one for you. We take turns.]
Mutsumi: [Mmm.]
The two personas swapped rapidly. Every slap rang out with a sharp crack. Mortis hit hard; Mutsumi hit soft. On the other side of the room, Rin had already pulled Karen into a deep kiss.
Eventually, the sisters stopped their spanking. One of them reached between Sakiko's legs, mimicking Rin's technique—a gentle, rhythmic teasing of her sensitive spot.
It was enough to make Sakiko feel "damp," but nowhere near the "fountain" state Mutsumi had reached earlier. Rin didn't mind.
The "Little Dog" Karen was already starving for attention. She clung to Rin's neck, nipping his earlobe and licking his neck like a puppy.
Karen stole a look at Sakiko and spoke loud enough for her to hear.
"Master~ make your little dog forget everything~"
With that, Karen captured Rin's lips.
Without a shred of shyness, Karen's wanton moans filled the room. Sakiko cautiously lifted her head to watch. Straddling Rin, Karen moved her hips in a frantic rhythm, lifting her lush rear and sitting back down with bone-jarring force.
Watching Karen's wild movements, smelling the concentrated masculine scent wafting from Rin and Mutsumi, and feeling Mutsumi's fingers between her legs, Sakiko felt a wetness she couldn't explain.
Hot spray occasionally reached Sakiko's face. Watching Karen's state of mindless, depraved bliss, a thought formed in Sakiko's mind...
Forget everything...
Can I really... forget everything through this?