The neko experiences her total transformation and surrenders without reserve to a night of lust and submission, while Yuuto faces the complex reality of his control and conflicting desires
Yuuto watched with bright eyes his neko, whose transformation was now complete. The human voice she had acquired resonated in the room, loaded with desire and submission. She lay face down on the worn-out mattress of the inn, her flexible and agile body offering her rear without reserves. The innkeeper, a man with a lewd gaze and expert hands, did not waste time. He settled behind her, adjusting her position before sinking his thick, veiny member deep into her womb. A hoarse groan escaped the neko's lips, her body trembling upon receiving the invasion.
The room, previously intimate, became a chaos of lust when other men, attracted by the sounds and smells, joined the scene. They were strangers, dirty, and with hungry looks, but the neko did not seem to mind. Her rear, flexible and voracious, opened to receive multiple members, one after another. Her moans mixed with the men's grunts, creating an obscene symphony that filled the air. Semen began to splash inside her, her ass turned into a toy for others' masturbation. The fluids accumulated, covering her skin with a sticky, shiny layer.
One of the men, with a mocking laugh, grabbed her head and turned it towards him, forcing her to open her mouth. He spat inside, and she swallowed without hesitation, her throat working with avidity. Another approached with a bucket of urine and poured it over her face, mixing with the semen that already covered her. She moaned, her eyes closed, completely surrendered to the pleasure they provided her. Yuuto, excited and fascinated, masturbated in a corner, his member hard and throbbing in his hand. He watched as three men took turns every minute to fuck her mouth, her ass, and her pussy, treating her like a cheap whore.
The neko was a whirlwind of sensations, her body responding to every stimulus with a groan or a tremor. Her pussy, soaked and dilated, expelled semen with every contraction, creating an obscene spectacle that Yuuto could not look away from. He approached, captivated by the intensity of the moment. The enormous members of the men crushed her rear, marking her with every thrust. She moaned, her voice hoarse and full of need, and Yuuto wondered if she really enjoyed it or if she was just an object of desire, a flesh doll for his pleasure.
The rhythm became frantic, almost brutal. The men moved with urgency, their sweaty bodies gleaming under the dim light of the room. The neko came again, her body arching as she expelled semen in a hot stream. Yuuto came closer, his breathing accelerated, fascinated by the total surrender of his neko. His hand squeezed his member harder, his semen about to burst.
When the last man finished, withdrawing his member from her ass with a groan of satisfaction, the neko fell onto the mattress, exhausted and covered in fluids. Yuuto remained silent, looking at her with a mixture of desire and confusion. Who was really the owner of whom? Him, who had bought her and controlled her, or her, who had dragged him into a world of pleasure and degradation?
The room smelled of sex and sweat, the sounds of the men gradually moving away. Yuuto approached his neko, his hand extending to touch her tangled hair. She opened her eyes, her gaze cloudy but satisfied.
—Are you alright? —he asked, his voice soft, almost a whisper.
She smiled, a lazy smile full of satisfaction.
—I have never felt so alive —she responded, her human voice still new and fascinating.
Yuuto looked at her, his mind spinning. Was this what he wanted for her? A life of limitless pleasure, of total surrender? He wondered if he would ever understand the line between pleasure and degradation, or if that line even existed in their world.
The scene slowly faded, leaving Yuuto alone with his thoughts and the image of his neko, exhausted and covered in fluids, sleeping deeply on the worn-out mattress. The question remained suspended in the air, unanswered: who was really the owner of whom?