"Hold her."
He didn't need to say more.
Orina already understood her husband's intentions. She took the girl he handed her, cradling her upright against her chest. As she gently spread the girl's soft folds with one hand, she lifted her own hips with the other.
In an instant, the intimate areas of the two beauties—one adult, one child—were laid bare before Hiashi.
Faced with this erotic spectacle, he could no longer restrain himself. He aligned his cock with his wife's entrance and thrust violently inside her.
Though he was clearly fucking his wife, the sight of the girl beneath him created an illusion that he was actually penetrating the young girl. This illusion intensified with each brutal thrust, as the girl's entire body trembled violently.
Yet even this wasn't enough to satisfy him. His gaze fell upon the ninja uniform the girl still wore, a garment resembling a traditional Chinese qipao. He hadn't removed it earlier for a touch of perverse excitement, but now it served no purpose.
"Out of the way!" he growled.
As the words left his lips, his hand seized Izumi's ninja uniform. Under her terrified gaze, he tore the garment with a savage yank, ripping half of the top away. The fabric tore with a sharp rip, exposing her barely developed breasts—delicate, tender, and as small as steamed buns.
Izumi jolted as if electrocuted, her body convulsing instinctively as she tried to cover herself.
But Hiashi's cold command stopped her.
"Don't cover yourself."
Izumi didn't dare resist, sobbing pitifully, utterly helpless.
Hiashi reached out and pulled the remaining half of Izumi's upper clothing down to her waist.
In an instant, only a sliver of fabric remained around her waist, leaving her completely naked before him.
The young girl's body was so smooth. If Oriana and Kushina's skin had reminded Hiashi of milk, then this young girl's body was like polished white porcelain—tender, luminous, and, thanks to years of rigorous training, firm and elastic. Touching her felt almost irresistible.
Especially now, with Izumi looking so pitiful—her hair disheveled, her eyes pleading, her face streaked with tears.
Hiashi could feel his arousal growing stronger.
As he thrust into her roughly from above, his hands began to play with her breasts, kneading them as if they were soft candy, pinching her nipples between his fingers.
Izumi could no longer endure it. Her body writhed, and she pressed her hands against Hiashi's, trying to push away the hands tormenting her breasts. But it was futile; his rough handling only made her nipples stiffen and stand erect.
"Waaah..."
She had lost count of how many times she had tried to struggle, but each attempt ended in despair.
In her final act of defiance, she covered her face with her hands, letting her tears fall as her last desperate gesture.
But even this small act of defiance was denied her. Hiashi grabbed her hands, tearing them away to expose her flushed, despairing, tear-streaked face.
Izumi began to sob even harder, but this only intensified Hiashi's pleasure, his thrusts growing increasingly brutal.
At that moment, Hiashi felt a strange sense of detachment. Though his cock was buried deep within his wife's body, the pained wails of Izumi made it feel as if she were the one being ravaged.
The forbidden pleasure of defiling a young girl made his eyes crimson as he thrust even more wildly.
Now Orina truly suffered.
Hiashi's thrusts were merciless, each one driving deep into the very core of her womb.
She felt as if her stomach was about to burst from her husband's relentless pounding.
Pleasure and pain intertwined, making her feel as if a fleshly rod were stirring within her brain itself.
She couldn't endure it anymore. Her brows furrowed, her eyes glazed over, and she gasped for breath, certain she would shatter if this continued.
At that moment, her husband was more terrifying than he had been on their wedding day.
She could only wail instinctively, pleading-
"Darling, I can't take it anymore... Ngh... Ah... Ah... Nnn... Ah... I'm going to break... Mmm... Aah..."
But Hiashi seemed deaf to her cries, relentlessly pounding away without any sign of release.
"Dear, please, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die... Ahh..."
She didn't know how many times she had climaxed. All she knew was that her husband seemed deaf to her pleas, relentlessly pounding into her with his cock.
At that moment, the pain overwhelmed the pleasure. A burning, searing agony radiated from her core.
She was utterly lost. But one thing was clear- if this continued, her husband would really fuck her to death.
Suddenly, her unfocused gaze fell upon Izumi, her husband, atop her. A thought struck her, and she uttered words she never thought she'd say-
"Father... It... it hurts so much... Ahh..."
Slap... Slap...
"Please, stop, I'm begging you... Father... Hinata can't take it anymore..."
Slap... Slap...
"Father, wake up! It's me, your daughter, Hinata! We can't do this... We're father and daughter... Ah..."
Slap... Slap...
Slap... slap... slap...
"Father, I don't want this anymore, Hinata doesn't want this... wah... If this keeps going, Hinata will die... wah... Ah..."
Slap... slap... slap...
"Ah... Father is fucking Hinata to death... Mother, where are you? Hurry and save Hinata..."
Slap... slap... slap...
"No... Father, don't come inside me... Hinata will get pregnant..."
Slap... slap... slap...
"Ah... He came inside me... Hinata is going to have Father's child..."
These words seemed to flip a forbidden switch.
In that instant, as the last word was spoken, Orina felt her husband's cock thrust brutally into her womb, deep into the very core. Then, like a floodgate bursting, scalding, searing hot semen gushed into her flesh, wave after wave.
Along with one final phrase.
"Thank you, Hinata... Daddy feels so good..."
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