Yuu and Sayuri were locked in a passionate, sweat-soaked embrace, completely unaware—or perhaps indifferent—to the fact that the bedroom door had been nudged open. The crack was widening by the second.
Sayuri, pinned beneath Yuu's powerful frame, was oblivious to the audience. Yuu, on the other hand, didn't give a damn. He knew the only other people in the house were Ran and Serena, and he secretly hoped the heiress would drag the shy martial artist into the fray.
If Serena had been alone, she would have pounced immediately. But she couldn't bring herself to leave her best friend alone and lonely downstairs. This was exactly why she had worked so hard to convince Ran to watch the "live broadcast."
Sayuri didn't realize her most shameful moments were being broadcasted, but under Yuu's unfiltered, dirty talk, she felt like curling into a ball of sheer embarrassment.
After a moment of admiring the view, Yuu leaned down and grabbed the music teacher's well-maintained feet. He pressed his face against the soles, inhaling deeply. He caught a scent of expensive leather mixed with a faint, floral perfume—a combination that intoxicated him.
Her toes were petite and elegant, encased in a sheer layer of flesh-toned silk stockings. Through the fine mesh, her toes were squeezed together, their nails painted a blood-red that shimmered under the bedroom lights. Yuu pressed her foot against his cheek, feeling the silk friction, and groaned in pleasure. He could have spent all day worshipping her legs if time allowed.
Reluctantly moving on from her ankles, Yuu gripped her thighs and spread them wide, exposing her most intimate, precious treasure to the air—and to the eyes at the door.
Sayuri's mound was smooth and plump, her dark pubic hair providing a stark, erotic contrast against her pale skin. Her "forest" wasn't overly thick, starting a few inches above her pubic bone and tapering down into a neat triangle. The soft, dark curls couldn't quite hide the swollen, wet lips of her pussy, which glistened with arousal.
As Yuu admired her, his fingers didn't stay still. He began to toy with her petals, sliding his fingers through the slick nectar she was producing. Sayuri tried to cross her legs to hide herself, but Yuu was relentless.
At the door, Serena and Ran grew bolder. They weren't just watching now; they were critiquing.
"Look at him, Ran," Serena whispered, her lips brushing her friend's ear. "Yuu has a massive thing for feet and legs. Every time we have sex, he spends more time worshipping my legs than my tits or ass."
"Mmm..." Ran's breathing was becoming heavy. This was the first time she had seen the act so clearly and up close. She tried to focus on the "battle" on the bed while processing Serena's insights into Yuu's kinks.
"Is that why you've been wearing all those stockings lately?" Ran asked, her voice trembling. "Because Yuu likes them?"
"Exactly." Serena's eyes gleamed. "Ran, you see how good she feels. You should just give in already. I want to team up with you and take him on. Together, we could actually make him break!"
Inside, Sayuri was reaching her limit. Yuu's "dragon" was a force of nature—sometimes slow and agonizing, sometimes fast and brutal. He never let her find a steady rhythm, keeping her on the edge of a precipice.
"Wait... slow down..." Sayuri gasped, reaching back to press her hand against Yuu's rock-hard abs, trying to push him away for a breather.
It was a mistake. Yuu grabbed her wrist like a rein, pulling her closer as he began a series of violent, deep thrusts.
Ran watched in shock as Yuu's massive cock disappeared entirely into the narrow canal. The force was so great that a visible, rhythmic bulge appeared on Sayuri's flat, white stomach as he hit her cervix.
The music teacher arched her neck like a dying swan, her eyes rolling back. She let out a silent scream, her body convulsing for several seconds before she collapsed face-down on the mattress. Yuu's seed erupted deep inside her, some of the excess spilling out to coat the small of her back.
"I'm going to... get pregnant..." Sayuri mumbled, her mind a haze of post-orgasmic bliss and fear.
Yuu, knowing the system protected his women from unwanted pregnancies, chuckled. "Don't you want a little baby, Sayuri?"
"Don't tease me, Yuu," she whispered, blushing. She was fine being his mistress, but an unplanned pregnancy would drive her father, Kiyonaga, to a murderous rage.
Yuu didn't forget his goal. Before the system prompt faded, he leaned in. "Sayuri, do you want to be mine? My exclusive?"
The question was blunt, but under the system's influence, Sayuri understood the weight of it. She hesitated. The idea of never being touched by another man—of feeling sick if they even got too close—was a heavy commitment. She thought about it for two seconds, ready to say yes, but the "Destiny Chain" window had timed out.
"I'm sorry, Yuu. I took too long to think," she said apologetically.
"No, it was a sudden question," Yuu replied. He wasn't disappointed. He just needed to trigger it again. He could see his "little Yuu" was already hardening again.