Adolescent Adam

There was a party hall located below Kobe’s largest hotel, the Fantsar Hotel. The hall was rented out every night for a variety of different events.

Once a month, it was rented out under the Kurosaki name and that custom had been ongoing since several decades ago.

The guests at the tables sneered as they watched woman after woman walk down the central stage like it was a fashion show. They would reach the stand in the very center, strike a predetermined pose for three seconds, and then walk back. That was all.

The only real difference from a simple fashion show was the kind of clothing they wore.

They only wore two strips of red plastic tape passing below their crotch and over their shoulders. The tape covered their nipples at first, but it slipped out of place with each step they took. As they walked, it rode up in their butt and even their labia, so everything was visible by the time they reached the center.

The guests could enjoy the nudity or enjoy the excitement of the hidden parts gradually coming into view during the walk down the stage. Either way, the show was enough to excite them.

This show was about showing off women’s bodies, not fashion.

It was a slave auction party.

It was a marketplace for the Kurosaki brothel.

Their customers were quick to lose interest and seek out something new, so the “employees” procured from the entertainment world were able to return to the TV industry with some assurance of fame. But the indebted schoolgirls, runaways, and girls who had been broken by the drugs they were administered would be used for further profit here. It was up to their own skill whether they would be bought by someone wealthy, hired into the ordinary sex industry, or unable to find a buyer and kicked out with their family register entry altered.

For the trainer named Shibaki, this regularly-scheduled party was a critical point in his job.

If he produced a slave who fetched a higher price than the others, it would prove his skill as a trainer, so it was worth watching to see what prices his slaves went for.

“You’re up next. Get up there.”

“…”

But today was different.

The runaway girl named Haramiya Koishi had sold her body in exchange for a large sum of money. His first job for her was to put herself up for sale at this auction.

However, he did not intend to actually sell her. He only wanted to see how she reacted.

“O-okay.”

Like the others, she was only allowed to wear the red tape. She was nervous and embarrassed enough to work up a sweat, but she had enough courage to move her trembling legs and climb onto the stage.

The hall filled with shouts as the audience began catcalling.

“Ugh…”

Koishi was briefly overwhelmed by those voices and came to a stop.

But after shutting her eyes and opening them again, her hesitation had vanished. She walked down the stage a step at a time. 𝗳𝓇ℯe𝓌𝚎𝚋𝓃𝚘𝚟𝘦𝑙.𝑐𝚘𝙢

Her body was still in the process of growing and her bust in particular was still only about an A-cup. Due to that, her breasts did not jiggle much and the tape hiding her nipples stayed in place even after several steps. Someone in the audience shouted “show us your tits”.

Two steps before the center, the catcaller got half his wish when the tape slipped away from her right breast. The light pink color briefly came into view and cheers erupted in the hall.

Koishi quickly fixed the tape and finally arrived in the center.

“…”

She had been told what to do next.

Lusty eyes were focused on her from every direction. That inspired too much embarrassment for even the strongest of wills to bear. Her face was stiff with tension and so pale it looked like she was about to pass out.

Shibaki stared intently at that expression.

“Kh.”

She again squeezed her eyes shut and reopened them. That acted as a switch to shake off her embarrassment, so as instructed, she turned around and bent her hips at a 90-degree angle.

She stuck her ass out toward the audience.

The red tape on her right shoulder was pulled right and the one on her left shoulder was pulled left. The two tapes overlapped at her crotch, but they pulled apart there and spread her butt to either side.

This revealed her anus and also spread her hidden crevice to expose her light pink vulva. A camera zoomed in on that and the TVs installed across the hall displayed a close-up of her flesh which looked like soft and sweet mizu yokan. The hall erupted in cheers and applause.

“Kh…hh…”

Koishi suffered through the three required seconds.

Shibaki continued staring at the look on her face.

“You did well.”

Once the show was over, they immediately left the hotel and took a tunnel back to the Kurosaki leisure facility.

When he used his phone to check the price she had earned, he saw she had reached 50 times the normal market value.

However, she had not been sold to those customers. Shibaki had chosen a random value above what they were bidding and bought her under his name. Now they were hurrying back to the leisure facility that was used for his training job.

Koishi kept her mouth shut and said nothing the entire time. Her expression did not change either, but she squeezed the coat he had given her and frustration filled her eyes like tears.

Shibaki observed that expression.

(She will make the finest product.)

He smiled in his heart.

Putting the girl in the show before training her was a form of test.

A girl with so little shame she could endure that humiliation just fine would never make a good product. They had to resist it, but if they were too soft and either sat down or cried before striking the required pose, they would be hard to train. On the other hand, it was not good for them to look resigned to their fate when they struck the pose. If they sulked about their humiliation, they would be a second-rate product.

They had to tremble with embarrassment while striking the pose.

They could not wholly give in or wholly refuse. They needed to maintain their pride and face the humiliation.

And then that same pride had to make them tremble in shame.

That type made for the best products.

Koishi was that type.

“You are a masochist. A born slave who truly loves serving men.”

“!”

Koishi snapped out of her daze and glared at him when he more or less rejected her entire personality.

He made sure not to look away. He had made slaves of more than 500 women, so his eyes seemed able to predict what this girl would do. She had not run from that humiliation, but…

“Kh…”

When facing another person, her eyebrows weakly drooped.

“Heh heh. Looks like you do know you’re a slave after all.”

He triumphantly reached for the chest of the coat she was holding so tightly.

She was not wearing anything underneath. He grabbed her breast which still had marks from the plastic tape. He lightly massaged it and rolled it around.

She clenched her teeth and bore with it…but she appeared to be quite sensitive. When he rolled her nipple around, a sigh escaped her lips. Shibaki was enjoying this now, so he moved his hand down.

“I bet you’re awfully wet. Well, are you?”

“Please…stop.”

Her skinny waist looked soft, but he felt her abs pushing back at him. It was more than just her temperament. The feel of her skin also seemed to tempt men to touch her. She would be able to manipulate so many men with that skin alone.

He slid his hand down to her tightly closed thighs and forced them open. He touched her secret flesh which was still hot from all the gazes violating it.

“Yes, you are wet.”

“Th-that’s sweat. …Yes, it’s only sweat.”

“Is it now?”

Shibaki of course knew that the dampness he felt was only a nervous sweat.

But that was not the issue here. As he softly massaged her down there…

“Ah…kh, stop…sto- ahn.”

She grabbed at his hand, but she could not pull it away and could only gasp from the sensation. Her body squirmed so much that she was more embracing his upper arm than grabbing at his hand.

The fact that he had bought her as a product was of course a factor, but this girl had a truly passive nature.

She probably was not aware of it herself, but a top-rate trainer like Shibaki had seen through to that fundamental aspect of her personality.

She was a masochist. She was a slave deep down. He had not been lying when he said that.

Whether or not someone had the temperament to be a slave ultimately came down to how passive they were at the core.

And when that was combined with her sensitivity…

“You will start working with a customer tonight. I will get you ready, so spread your legs.”

“Eh? A-already?”

“There is a man who likes girls like you. C’mon, I have some lubricant for you.”

He pulled a white cream from his pocket.

He used his phone to check the final price she had been bought for under the name Shibaki. He sent a price twice as high to the customer. After watching him do that almost mechanically, the girl relented and opened the front of her coat.

He rubbed the cream deep inside her vagina, but it was still a mechanical thing, like he was just doing his job. It must have hurt a little because Koishi groaned dully.

And then…

“Nhh.”

Shibaki did not miss the sweet nasal breath when he teasingly stroked her clit.

“Oh ho ho. This is wonderful. What a cute thing you are.”

Koishi was brought to an inn next to a golf course in the mountains.

They had entered a tunnel on the way there and she had not been able to see outside for a good long while, so she was unsure where she even was. While nervous about that, she was brought to a room in the back of the inn. A man named Ookura sat the seat of honor in a room where around 10 people were partying. That was her customer for the night.

They moved to an adjacent room with a few guards left outside. The room contained two futons laid out side by side and the man started laughing and removing his clothes as soon as they walked in.

“I’ve already washed up, so don’t you worry about that. Oh, and you don’t have to wash up. I like you as you are. Eh hee hee.”

“…Yes, sir.”

As Shibaki had instructed her, she removed her clothes, sat down, and placed her hands politely in front of her knees. When she gave a polite bow, Ookura grinned even more.

“Yes, yes, excellent. My granddaughter turned 10 last month and she says she doesn’t want to take baths with her grandpa anymore, so I was feeling a little lonely. Hee hee hee. Will you help comfort me?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

She had been told to never answer with anything but yes and to always address him as “sir”.

She faithfully did as told.

“I was born into money and I’m picky about my women, you see. But because of that, I’ll pay the price of a building in the finest district for a virgin like you who is free of disease and does not smoke or do drugs.”

What she had been told in advance, what he was saying now, and his looks only inspired disgust in her, but she clenched her teeth to bear with it. He was a short man, but he felt incredibly intimidating when he rolled on top of her on the futon.

She could not suppress a groan of disgust when he kissed her.

She had been told to go along with whatever he did to her, but her teeth were clenched too tight to accept his tongue. That was a mistake on her part, but Ookura was not angry and even seemed to like that innocence.

“Ahh, now this is a nice body. Shibaki-kun really knows what I like.”

That vile mouth left her lips and moved downward.

She had taken a shower after the show, but he seemed happy to find the sweat she had produced since then. His tongue crawled along her neck and armpit.

Her body was being passively devoured. Koishi grimaced at how gross it felt. He apparently really had taken a bath, but the mixture of a perfume-like luxury soap and the distinct body odor of the elderly made her want to vomit.

In a way, the intense disgust helped her. She barely felt like she was exposing herself to a human, so it felt less like her nudity was being observed.

“Oh, what’s this? You’re already wet.”

“P-please don’t say that, sir.”

So she calmly replied as the trainer had told her to.

The man’s tongue reached her lower stomach and he spread her legs. The glistening pink at the center of her spread legs was like a flower after the rain.

The cream applied in the car had melted, coated her vagina, and started to flow out. Only the perfect amount came out, which may have been a testament to the trainer’s skill. It covered her entire vagina, but not so much as to be unnatural.

Ookura was delighted and clung to her all the tighter. His dried-out old body slid atop her youthful skin.

And something surprisingly hard and stiff for his age touched her soaked garden.

“Impressive, isn’t it? I was only planning to play golf today, but when I heard about you, I made sure to add some softshell turtle and eel to the menu. Hee hee hee.”

He spoke proudly and placed his weight on her while pinning her in place.

“~~”

Koishi could not help but grimace for a moment.

But she did not say anything.

She did not sulk. She kept a strong will and gave no complaints.

“Go ahead, sir. Please be my first.”

The opposite sex entered her cream-coated body. She accepted the sensation of her first time.

“Kh.”

She lost her virginity.

The sensation of something bursting raced up from the base of her legs. This was her first time, so she had no idea if that was her hymen or if sex always felt like this.

She simply had a vague sense that she had lost something irreplaceable.

Nevertheless, she shed no tears.

Koishi’s deflowering ended after only two minutes.

She was not aware of it, but there was a magic in that body part that had just accepted a man for the first time and Ookura blew his load after just a little over a minute. For better or for worse, he had only used up two minutes of the promised two hours.

Shibaki had made some guesses based on what he felt with his fingers, but her vagina turned out to be even better than he had imagined.

This threw of his training plans. The deflowering was supposed to go slow and easy so it did not leave any trauma in the girl’s heart.

But the look on Koishi’s face was dark as she washed herself off in the shower.

After ejaculating almost immediately, the man named Ookura had managed a couple more erections during the two hours and had cummed simply by rubbing against her soft skin. The disgusting sensation of his saliva and semen all over her body seemed to have scarred her heart enough.

(Time to get started, I guess.)

Shibaki had stood at the head of his field for a decade, so he could instinctually guess the most effective method for this girl.

“I’m coming in.”

“!”

He entered the shower room without waiting for a response.

When the man walked in wearing only a towel, Koishi’s shoulders jumped in surprise, but then she looked the other way and gave no further response.

Ignoring him was the most she could do at the moment.

The scent of a man in perfume joined the oppressively-strong aroma of soap, but she did not leave or cry.

The awful deflowering had not broken her spirit. Shibaki breathed a sigh of relief.

“Ookura had nothing but praise for you. You did well today.”

He grabbed a towel from the edge of the shower and scooped some body soap out of the almost-empty container.

“You will make an excellent product. I guarantee it.”

“Ah…”

He worked up a lather and rubbed it into her white skin.

She jumped at first, but he was using soap through a towel. This was a cleansing act, so she did not feel any disgust from it. That allowed her to accept the man’s hand crawling across her body.

Shibaki, of course, was not interested in cleaning her up out of kindness.

He rubbed her fairly skinny body: her collarbones, her flat chest, her sides, her navel, her thighs, and…

“Ah…hh.”

He was especially thorough in the places Ookura had played with.

“Hh…hh…kh.”

How many times today had someone else’s fingers stirred up her labia? She could not hide the tension and disgust on her face. 𝒇𝒓eewe𝒃𝑛𝒐𝘃𝒆𝚕.co𝘮

That change in expression was exactly what Shibaki wanted.

He did not limit himself to her crotch. He gently massaged her entire body while occasionally returning there.

She initially just let him do it, but she gradually wrinkled her brow and tried to close her long legs.

She was protesting.

Ever since they had met, she had accepted every humiliation like a doll, but now she was protesting. She was showing signs that she did not want him to do this anymore.

Shibaki knew exactly what this meant.

“It didn’t hurt, did it? That is because of the special cream I gave you.”

“Eh?”

His words slipped into a gap in her heart.

“What I gave you was a drug that will turn any child into a whore.”

He dropped the towel.

“Well, it varies some from person to person, so it may not have taken effect yet while you were with the customer.”

He was now rubbing his fingers into her vagina directly.

“Ah, ahhh.”

The feminine core of her body was several times softer and looser than when it had accepted Ookura inside, so it easily swallowed his fingers.

And as his fingers entered her, the breaths escaping her grew sweeter and more nasal.

“Hm? Is the drug still in effect?”

He told a blatant lie while rubbing his fingers down from her clitoris, across her urethra, and then into her vagina to stir it up some more.

That cream had been nothing but lubricant. It had no other effects. He would not have given her anything else when Ookura had wanted a virgin who did not use drugs.

But the finger technique of a first-rate trainer was enough to get the girl worked up with the placebo effect alone.

She bit her lower lip to restrain her voice and her white shoulders shook.

She had been given an excuse for what she was feeling. She could accept this pleasure and blame it on a drug.

He could tell her barrier of pride was shaken and that her sensuality had doubled. She had acted like a doll at first, but now her face was red and she had to restrain her voice. Her butt wiggled around as if trying to escape his hand.

A trainer’s job was to construct an escape route that guided the girl in the direction he wanted.

“I should get clean too. Wash me.”

He circled in front of the girl, picked the towel up off the floor, added some more soap, and handed it to her.

He was muscular for his age and had a very male smell to him. The girl looked away uncomfortably, but she still obediently took the towel.

She already felt bad about the pleasure she was feeling, so being able to touch him instead of having him touch her would feel like an escape route.

Her awkward movements were more like touching his skin than washing it.

“That won’t accomplish anything. C’mon, use your entire body to wash me.”

“Kyah…”

Just as her hands reached his back, he pulled her close.

He held her so tightly her small bust squashed against his chiseled abs. Her shoulders shook in confusion, and…

“Eek.”

She moved her stomach away before her chest.

Her soft and slender waist had been pressed against a hard object on the front of his body. She pulled her lower body back to escape its heat, stiffness, and size.

He dropped the towel from his hips to reveal that manly erection to her.

Ookura’s had not been small by any means, but this first-rate trainer’s was on another level entirely when it came to size and presence. It had soaked in the sexual fluids of more than a thousand women and it gave off an intimidating aura.

“C’mon, get to washing.”

He let the girl have her small escape route of pulling her stomach away from it, but he told her to move the hands she had around on his back.

“R-right.”

She had been so focused on the penis that she was more than willing to wash the man’s neck and back with the towel if it meant she did not have to deal with that object.

And at the same time, the way she pulled her stomach back meant her butt was sticking out behind her.

“Ah…ahn!”

When he reached out his arms, she could not move her heart-shaped butt forward or back.

His fingers dove into the smooth valley there, stroked her cute anus, and then found her feminine garden once more. The fire had already been lit there, so it readily accepted his fingers.

“Ah, ahh…um, d-don’t touch me there…”

She finally verbally rejected him. She complained.

Confident that her pride had crumbled, the trainer stuck his fingers inside the hole instead of just rubbing all around it.

“Ah, ahn. I said…stop. Ahh.”

The towel fell for the second time, this time from the girl’s hand.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as if seeking help. He could tell she was scared.

She had tried to remain emotionless, but she could no longer suppress the feelings that accompanied the pleasure rising from her vagina. She childishly clung to the man in a mixture of fear and confusion.

“Heh heh. Don’t be scared. This will feel good soon enough.”

A trainer’s job was ultimately to foster this sense of reliance in the girl. He grinned at the progress he was making and he used his other hand to pull her close.

“Ah…hh…”

He felt the girl’s fearfully tensed muscles relax somewhat at finding someone to cling to and rely on.

The fingers in her vagina felt an even more powerful reaction. She was so wet inside you would think he really had given her a drug and she squeezed tightly on his fingers. When he shoved them deep inside, the inner flesh swelled out in a ring shape to tighten around those fingers.

She was ready to accept a man. That was a proper sexual organ now.

And that was why she could not remain a doll and had to try to escape using words of rejection like “stop” or “let go”.

At the same time, she moved her butt ever forward in search of a new escape route.

“Ah…”

The giant pressure returned to her stomach.

Unable to move forward or back, she froze in place. And this time, he did not give her an escape route. He pushed his hips against her and pulled her butt toward him with his fingers still inside her nectary hole.

“Ah…ahh, ahh.”

The combination of the pleasure and the heat on her lower stomach caused her to finally look up at the man with a tearful look on her face.

She looked like she was about to cry, but he could see a seductive masochism in the light pink of her flushed cheeks.

“Heh heh heh. To reiterate, you will make an excellent product. I will make sure of it.”

When he pulled up on her chin, she only worriedly shut her eyes.

“You belong to me.”

“Nh…”

When he stole her lips, the breath that left her nose contained a hint of relief.

Relief in this situation and in this man.

She seemed to be agreeing to leave herself in this trainer’s hands.

“Stick your butt out. Yes, and try spreading it yourself.”

“O-okay.”

Koishi placed her hands on the shower room’s tile wall and bent forward as asked.

She bent her white back in an S-shape and stuck her hips out toward the man standing behind her. Then she grabbed her own round butt and pulled to either side. She revealed everything from her lightly colored anus to her soaked vaginal fruit.

Five hours had passed since the show at the Fantsar Hotel. Her youth had erased all sign of the plastic tape from her skin.

She seemed like an entirely different person since then.

The shower alone could not explain it. There was a sticky pink heat in her. She gave off the faint aroma of sweat. And most of all, she trembled with embarrassment because she was aware of the man’s gaze on her.

(It took five hours to make a slave out of her. That was fast. She must be quite the masochist.)

Shibaki smiled in simple satisfaction as he worked out the training numbers in his head.

The confusion and fear would be assisting the process at the moment, but now that she had experienced it once, her slave side would show itself more readily. Humans tended to rush to the escape routes they had already found.

Once this had been normalized for her, she would be a proper sex slave. Thanks to his ample experience, Shibaki knew just how easy it was to corrupt the creatures known as humans.

“Okay, I’m putting it in. Thank me for using your hole.”

“But I-…”

She started to protest his high-pressure words, but…

“Nh…”

He pressed his large penis head against the vagina she had spread open with her fingers.

If he pushed in and penetrated her…

“I said thank me for using your hole.”

“~~”

“Say it.”

“Th-thank…you.”

She succumbed to his intimidating aura which was accompanied by a physical heat and she spoke the words of a slave.

He chose that moment to slip the head inside her. Her eyes widened at her second ever penetration.

“Gh…ah, ghh.”

The first time, she had only felt pain. She had clenched her teeth and waited for it to be over, like an elementary school child getting a shot.

But the meaning and sensation of this second time were different.

The pain and the weird sensation spreading through the bottom of her body pushed a groan out of her throat.

“Oh? You have a nice pussy. I bet Ookura was happy.”

“Kh.”

And that was why the trainer made a point of reminding her of the first time.

He reminded her of that pain and disgust.

“And a sensitive one at that.”

He spanked her ass while moving the tip up and down.

“Ah, nh…”

Shibaki’s ample experience told him exactly how much he had to loosen up a woman’s body before she would feel pleasure from his impressive size. He knew Koishi’s body had blossomed enough.

And he knew her small hole would feel no pain if he only gently teased the entrance.

The sensual feeling was supported by the reminder of Ookura. This small pleasure acted as an escape route because it was better than that pain. The feeling of “at least it’s better than that” was another factor that helped her look positively upon being fucked by a man she had never met before today.

“Ahh…nh, nhh…ahh.”

“Is it feeling that good already?”

“N-no…it…ah.”

When his flesh spear was halfway inside her, her contracting vagina seemed to form ridges and clamp down on his penis. That meant there was no reason to hold back. The trainer smiled at how quickly her body adapted. This was quick even in his experience.

He thrust his hips into that body which displayed a rare level of masochism.

“Hh…hhhh, hhhhh!”

His giant cock entered her like it was nothing at all and his hips slapped against her heart-shaped butt.

“Pant, pant… It…went in? It went…in.”

Her eyes widened tearfully at the intense pressure that felt like a deep hole opening in her body.

When she felt the foreign object spreading the inside of her belly, her breathing grew heavy, but she did not seem to be in pain. The man began gently moving his hips. Instead of thrusting in and out, he kept his hips against her small butt and moved the rest of his body like he was performing an intimate dance.

“Focus on the sensation of it inside you. From now on, you are a doll whose holes exist to pleasure this.”

“Ah…ahn, ah…ahhh.”

“But this is a give-and-take relationship. If you swear loyalty to this, I can promise you happiness. Isn’t it starting to feel good now?”

“Ah…ah…”

Once it was already inside them, no one felt pain from this movement. But the mere fact that it was moving inside her brought fear, so she naturally obeyed his movements and followed along with his dance. She started moving her butt along with him.

By whispering to her while she was choosing to go along with his movements, he knew he could slip suggestions into her mind like a form of hypnotism.

“How do you like my cock? Pretty nice, isn’t it? Feels great, doesn’t it?”

He pressed against her back and whispered in her ear.

The pain and the weird feeling would still be stronger inside her, but he was gradually placing some pleasure at the edges of those feelings.

He only had to let her find that pleasure for herself.

“Your body is saying it feels good. You’re remembering how happy you are to be fucked by me, aren’t you? You’re glad to be skewered by me, aren’t you?”

He massaged her sides, armpits, and hard nipples as he spoke.

He even poked at her clitoris which was fully erect due to the massive object inside her.

“Ahhh, n-not there…ah.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Heh heh. Why not thank me for fucking you? Tell me how happy you are to have my cock inside you.”

“Hh…nhh, I-I’m not sure that’s true.”

She still could not fully let go of her pride, but the truth was obvious to the man inside the part of her that gave the most obvious reaction.

Her vagina was squeezing tightly, just like it had to his fingers before.

“Ahhhhn!”

He removed his hips from her butt.

He pulled his sticky penis halfway out. A few folds of light pink flesh stuck to it and were visible at the bottom of her heart-shaped butt. Just as her flesh contracted and started to pull back inside, he shoved his penis all the way back in.

“Ahh, ahhhhhh, i-incredible…”

He repeated the process a second and third time.

He started thrusting in and out, but there was no hint of pain in her voice.

The simple hypnotism from before had convinced her the pleasure was greater than the pain. Once this happened, she could never defy the owner of this penis. When humans weighed pleasure against pain, they would always choose the former.

“Ah, ahn. Stop, ahh, wait…what is this?”

She must have known she was falling into depthless pleasure. She could no longer hide her moans and cries.

With pain or humiliation, she only had to bear with it. But no such breakwater existed for the pleasure of sex. The trainer was satisfied that this girl was approaching the same fate as the many other women he had trained.

“There is nothing to worry about. Now cum. Teach your body that this cock can make you happier than anything else in the world.”

“Nooo, stop, ahn, stooooop!”

He continued pounding her lower body while keeping the force just weak enough to not cause any pain in her undeveloped inner pathway.

They were sharing the sensual pleasure like they had melted together. As his large penis moved back and forth, her slender body danced side to side. She responded to his direct masculine movements with enveloping feminine movements.

“No…ah, I can’t…eh?”

“Say it feels good. Thank me for fucking you.”

“Ah, ah.”

Just as her emotionlessness gave way to complaints, he triumphantly rushed her.

Now that her emotions had been unearthed, she shut her eyes in resignation.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Y-yes…ahhn, it feels amazing.”

She answered while her soaked vaginal flesh squeezed the male meat attacking her.

“Thank me. Tell me how you feel about me fucking you.”

“Ahh, I’m glad, ahn, so glad. I’m so happy that you’re pleasuring me with your penis.”

She arched her slender back, scattered her hair, and looked up at him over her shoulder even though he had not told her to.

The top-rate trainer had seen those seductive slave eyes countless times before.

“Th-thank you for giving me your penis. I love it.”

Her own words seemed to supply the finishing blow.

“Ah…ah, ahhhhhhh, what, what, ahhhhhhhhh, what is this?”

Her body trembled while still twisted around to look at him.

Even the man was surprised that this was happening right when she gave in.

“You’re cumming, aren’t you? That’s good. But tell me you are.”

“Yes, ahn, I’m cumming, ahhhh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, cumming, cumming!”

She must not have had much masturbation experience because her entire body awkwardly shook while she achieved her first ever orgasm.

“Ahhhhhhhn, ahn, ahhhhh, ahhhhhhh.”

Since she was not used to it, she did not handle it well. She simply let the pleasure swallow her and she did not know how to trip the breaker.

She was proud, she was a masochist, and she was so sensitive.

Convinced he had found the best possible slave, the trainer began thrusting even harder to finish up.

He prepared sex as a product, so the only time he felt truly aroused was when he could stain someone’s first ever climax with his own DNA.

He rubbed the thick ridge of the head near her womb and pressed the head against the deepest point.

“Now cum.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

She experienced her first ever orgasm while the source of her sensuality was hit by a surge of thick heat.

“Ah, ah, ahh, ahh…”

Since she did not know how to achieve climax, she also did not know how come down from it either.

Her blank eyes remained unfocused for a long while afterwards.

“Phew…”

By repeating this, she would gain a habit of cumming when cummed inside and start begging for it. That calculation did come to mind.

But Shibaki was more focused on the simple release of pleasure.

She would be the best slave.

He had forgotten all about wondering who exactly Haramiya Koishi was.