Nanaya's fingers slid lower, tracing the soaked fabric between Hiromi's thighs. A sharp gasp tore from her lips as he pressed down, rubbing slow, torturous circles over her clit through the damp material.
"N-No—! Don't—!" Hiromi thrashed, but the bra binding her wrists held firm. Her hips jerked involuntarily, betraying her. A sharp smack cut her off, his palm leaving a stinging red mark on her rear.
"Liar," Nanaya purred, hooking his fingers into her panties and tearing them aside with a single rough tug. "Look at you. Dripping for me already."
Hiromi squeezed her eyes shut, but her body couldn't lie—her thighs glistened, her cunt clenching around nothing as his thumb dragged through her folds. A whimper escaped as he pushed two fingers inside without warning, curling them just enough to make her back arch off the bed.
"Ah—! S-Stop…This is just—ah!—biological—!"
"Stop?" Nanaya smirked, adding a third finger, stretching her ruthlessly. "You're sucking me in like a greedy little slut. Your sister's never made this kind of mess for me."
The humiliation burned hotter than the pleasure. Hiromi bit her lip hard enough to taste blood, but her hips rocked against his hand on their own, chasing the shameful pressure building inside her.
"P-Please…!" she begged, though even she didn't know what she was asking for.
Nanaya leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Since you're so eager, I'll give you a real reason to cry."
He withdrew his fingers, ignoring her broken moan of protest, and unbuckled his belt. The sound of his zipper made her flinch—but when she peeked, her breath hitched.
Thick. Veined. Already leaking.
Hiromi's thighs trembled as he gripped himself, rubbing the head through her slick before pressing against her entrance.
"N-No, wait—! It won't fit—!"
Nanaya didn't wait. He shoved in to the hilt in one brutal thrust, tearing a scream from her throat.
She sobbed, hips jerking as her orgasm ripped through her—wetness gushing over his thick cock. "Ah! It hurts, but is that all you've got?!" she spat, voice shaky.
He pinned her hips down, grinding deeper while silencing her with his other hand and a smack on her rear.
Hiromi choked on her own moans as he set a punishing pace, each snap of his hips jolting her body up the bed. The pain blurred into something worse—something addicting. "D-Daddy—!" The title slipped out unbidden, her nails scraping the sheets as her legs locking around his waist on instinct.
"Daddy...?" Nanaya questioned but Hiromi refused to let out anything afterwards. She felt shame, and guilt her herself. Not trying to fight back anymore, she just laid there and let it happen while moaning into his hand.
She hated how her body burned at the threat. How her clit throbbed when he insulted her, calling her a "disgusting pervert" while his cock stretched her obscenely.
Then—just as the pleasure crested—he stopped.
Hiromi whimpered, hips jerking desperately. "W-Why…?"
Nanaya smirked. "Beg properly."
Tears spilled over. She hated him. Hated how empty she felt without him.
"…P-Please," she whispered.
"Louder."
"Please!" Her voice broke. "P-Please let me cum…! I-I'll do anything—!"
Nanaya rewarded her with a single, brutal thrust that rammed on her uterus—and Hiromi shattered. Her vision whited out as her tight and wet walls clamped down on him, her scream muffled by his hand.
But he wasn't done.
"Ah—! Ahn—! T-Too much…!" she sobbed as he fucked her through the oversensitivity, his grip bruising her thighs, she kept trying to resist. Trying to deny what she's feeling.
Then—
"By the way," Nanaya murmured, slowing just enough to make her feel every inch, "did you know I'm the majority shareholder of your parents' company?"
Hiromi froze.
"I could ruin them with a phone call." He pulled out just enough to tease her gaping hole. "Or… you could be a good pet and take my cum like a good cum-dump."
Her breath hitched. Her body ached.
And she nodded.
Nanaya's grin was vicious as he slammed back in, fucking her raw until his release flooded her insides, hot and shameful. Hiromi came again just from the feeling of it, her toes curling as he whispered:
"Good girl."
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Kato Hiromi felt completely numb after being mercilessly disciplined by Nanaya, as if she was no longer herself, unable to even feel her own body.
Nanaya, on the other hand, let out a long sigh of relief—the feeling of complete release was exhilarating!
"Do you know what to say to Kato Megumi now?" Nanaya lightly patted Hiromi's cheek beside him.
"Y-yes... this pet understands..."
Ordinary punishment would never make Hiromi submit. Even if she said such words, she'd only pretend obedience while secretly planning to report Nanaya.
But during the "disciplinary process," Nanaya had "casually" revealed his current status:
Major shareholder of Futabasha Bunko
Shareholder of Private Kazenaki School ...and even fabricated some identities, like being a shareholder in the sisters' parents' company.
This filial girl, upon hearing Nanaya's hints (and even as he pretended to make a call), urgently wrapped herself around Nanaya in a panic—actively admitting her mistakes and accepting his "lesson."
Her clever mind was clouded by white corruption, blinding her to the truth.
Under Nanaya's explanation—
"I just want to chat with Megumi, nothing more."
"If you serve me well, I won't lay a hand on Megumi."
—Hiromi truly began to believe it.
Why would she believe it so easily?
Because Nanaya's "lesson" was effective. Teaching while disciplining isn't contradictory.
After Nanaya left, Hiromi lay in the bathroom for hours before finally regaining enough strength to move. She cleaned herself up, staring at her reflection:
Red marks covered her body, far more than her sister's.
Her once-lush "black forest" had been completely cleared, with humiliating words written in black marker.
(At least the handwriting's neat, she thought bitterly, finding solace in misery.)
She tried to expel the dragon's breath filling her belly, but it was futile.
Hiromi sat blankly until the sound of the door opening startled her—her sister was home. She hurriedly dressed and forced a smile at the mirror.
...So ugly. She hated her own expression.
The sudden movement tugged at her wounds, bringing both pain and... stimulation.
Even a hint of wetness.
Megumi hadn't seen Nanaya all afternoon. Distracted, she couldn't focus in class—though her teachers often overlooked her anyway.
After school, she hesitated before heading to the rooftop, but found it locked. She then went to the second-floor infirmary, but it was empty too.
Returning home feeling hollow and tired, she saw her sister, Hiromi, wrapped head-to-toe in a bathrobe.
Did she just shower?
"Megumi, you're back."
"Mm. Sister, are you feeling better? You still look pale."
"I'm fine. Just need rest and water."
Hiromi watched her sister, guilt gnawing at her. But Nanaya had promised not to touch Megumi—and if she obeyed, their family would be safe. She buried her remorse deep.
I'll make it up to you, Megumi...
"Did that person do anything to you today?"
"No. Nanaya was... well-behaved. I didn't see him after noon." Megumi set down her bag and removed her coat.
(Of course you didn't—he was busy with me...) Hiromi kept that thought to herself.
"But... rumors say he has a girlfriend." Megumi couldn't help confiding in her sister, relieved to share her worries.
"That's probably fake. Why would he bother you if he had one?"
Megumi found that odd. Is Sister defending him?
"If it's true, though, that'd be hard to accept."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing. Today was fine." Megumi brushed it off.
"Maybe he really is what he claims." Hiromi subtly nudged her sister's perception of Nanaya.
"You rest. I'll get the laundry."
"Let me. You should recover." Megumi gently pushed Hiromi toward her room, missing her sister's pained wince.
While folding clothes, Megumi found Nanaya's coat. She ran her hand over it softly. I'll return it tomorrow.
Later, while changing, she noticed strange droplets near the sink—slippery to the touch. She sniffed her finger. What is this?
In the bathroom, she found similar stains on the toilet seat, plus dried white specks at the edge. They were sticky and smelled sharply of... hawthorn flowers?
Flushing with inexplicable embarrassment, she scrubbed everything clean.
Sister's usually not this careless...
After her bath, Megumi approached Hiromi's slightly ajar door. She wanted to talk—aside from Nanaya, Hiromi was the only one who truly noticed her.
Inside, Hiromi was asleep, the room carrying that same hawthorn scent.
I shouldn't disturb her. Megumi tiptoed in to adjust the blankets.
Hiromi, sleeping on her side (to ease the pain), suddenly flailed as if in a nightmare—her robe falling open.
Megumi reached to fix it... then froze, eyes wide in shock.
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