While gumi was conditioning her body at the villa—
Far away at Genesis headquarters in Tokyo, two ssages reached Seiji Fujiwara.
[Utaha]: Seiji, Eriri and I are being transferred back to Kyoto headquarters next week for the trono ani project. The Gyofu villa should probably be cleaned out by now, right? Eriri and I don't want to move into a studio that's been gathering dust for months.
[Eriri]: That's right, Seiji! We're coming back to Kyoto next week! Make sure soone cleans the villa!
Seiji looked at the two ssages on his phone screen and paused briefly.
Coming back already?
Well, that made sense. The reason they'd gone to Tokyo was because the Madoka project needed negotiations with TV stations, and they'd tagged along for a trip.
Now that Genesis was partnering with streaming platforms, the project team no longer needed to deal with TV stations.
The two had played enough and it was ti to get back to work.
With this in mind, Seiji tapped on the screen and replied:
[Bastard Scumbag]: That villa is temporarily being used for sothing else. I'll arrange new accommodations for you in downtown Kyoto.
The ssage sent. The reply was almost instant.
[Utaha]: Used for sothing else?
[Eriri]: What for? Company filming for a new drama?
Seiji chuckled softly and typed again without the slightest sha, each character dripping with scumbag nonchalance.
[Bastard Scumbag]: I'm having a good ti with a new girl I t, gumi Kato, at the villa.
On the other end of LINE, silence fell for a full minute.
Utaha and Eriri could imdiately picture the lewd expression on that man's face when he said those words.
"Having a good ti"... coming from his mouth, that phrase could only an one thing.
Training, submission...
[Utaha]: ...Truly a vile taste.
[Eriri]: Pervert! Scumbag!
Both imdiately started cursing.
[Bastard Scumbag]: shrug.jpg
Though they cursed, neither said much more.
A scumbag like Seiji Fujiwara not eting new girls would be the strange thing.
They'd long since accepted it.
At the sa ti, they were curious about this "gumi Kato."
[Utaha]: Introduce us soti.
[Eriri]: Agreed.
[Bastard Scumbag]: I'll have you et her.
Over the following days.
Kasumigaoka Utaha and Sawamura Eriri used their connections within Genesis to discreetly gather information about "gumi Kato."
The employees they questioned all knew these two beauties were Seiji's earliest won, so naturally they didn't dare hide anything.
Soon, extensive intelligence about gumi Kato reached them.
"Toyonozaki Academy, second year... sa grade as ?" Eriri looked at the file, her golden twin-tails swaying unconsciously. "Personality... gentle, serene, low presence? But with keen observational skills... seems like nothing special."
"No, Eriri, you're missing the key point." Kasumigaoka Utaha's wine-red eyes flashed with insight. "Look here, family situation: 'Both parents perished in the NH915 flight disaster two months ago, has been living alone ever since.'"
She pulled up a news page on her phone—the report about "a mysterious private force recovering NH915 wreckage."
"Connect these two things, Eriri. What do you think?"
Eriri's eyes widened instantly.
Of course she understood.
Seiji's classic trading tactics!
He'd recovered this gumi Kato's parents' remains, and in exchange, she'd beco completely his possession.
"Another one?" Eriri bit her lip, murmuring.
"Yes, another good, pitiful girl falling victim to our demon king." Utaha sighed, though her tone carried a hint of schadenfreude. "But Eriri, don't you find it interesting?"
"Interesting how?"
"Look at her personality description—'gentle yet resilient.' Girls like that usually have extrely strong inner principles and psychological defenses." Utaha analyzed: "If that scumbag thinks he can conquer her with his crude 'training' thods, it'll probably backfire."
"I can't imagine such a gentle, dignified girl being successfully trained. That picture is just too incongruous."
Eriri nodded in deep agreent: "Exactly! Soone like her, if pushed too hard, might just run away! Then let's see what that bastard does!"
The two exchanged glances, both seeing the mischievous anticipation for Seiji's failure in each other's eyes.
With this popcorn-eating ntality, they shared this "latest intel" in the LINE group called "Fujiwara Wives' Tea Party."
[Utaha]: @everyone, it seems our sisterhood will soon have a new mber~ A good, gentle yet resilient girl nad gumi Kato.
[Eriri]: That bastard Seiji Fujiwara is planning to spend a whole month on her!
The mont the ssage appeared, the group exploded.
[PA-san]: Eh? A new person again? Soone's energy sure is impressive... (sweat)
[Ijichi Seika]: Tch, that man is getting more and more shaless.
[Hiroi Kikuri]: Ooh~ A gentle serene type? That's rare, Seiji picked up a treasure.
[Yamada Ryo]: A month? That's about average, right?
[Ijichi Nijika]: Ryo! Is now really the ti to talk about that! Kato-san... how pitiful...
Utaha watched the varied responses flooding the group, shook her head with a smile, and typed:
[Utaha]: Everyone, the point isn't the new girl—it's Fujiwara-kun's "sche" this ti.
[Utaha]: According to our intel, this Kato-san isn't so easy to deal with. She's gentle but internally resilient, like an uncut jade that needs slow simring. Yet Fujiwara-kun is preparing to forge her with crude, fierce flas.
[Eriri]: Exactly! That idiot! Does he think everyone is as easy to bully as us?! He's definitely going to fail this ti! I bet within a week that girl will completely hate him!
Eriri's words imdiately drew agreent from most group mbers.
[Ijichi Seika]: Though it feels like I was just insulted... but true. You can't force a sweet lon from a twisted vine. That guy is sotis just too full of himself.
[PA-san]: This might not be nice to say... but I'm actually kind of looking forward to seeing Seiji fail...
[Shimizu Eliza]: If he fails, I'm doing a hundred-pull gacha celebration!
The group atmosphere instantly heated up.
In their view, though Seiji was powerful, the human heart—especially that of a girl like gumi Kato who had experienced great trauma and possessed inner resilience—couldn't be conquered by re authority and crude physical relations.
They all eagerly anticipated this ever-successful bastard tasting failure for the first ti.
What they didn't know was that the resilient gumi Kato they imagined was, at this very mont, experiencing intense inner turmoil.
At the villa.
gumi Kato's body had indeed reached an unprecedented peak condition.
She glowed with health, her serene water-like quality even more pronounced.
But contrary to this calm exterior, the primal desire inside her had grown increasingly turbulent.
She discovered that the libido she'd desperately tried to "suppress" hadn't weakened at all. Instead, as her body grew healthier by the day, it had beco unprecedentedly vigorous.
One evening at dinner.
Seiji ca to the villa to dine with gumi Kato.
gumi ate quietly, her movents elegant and graceful. But she didn't notice that her gaze kept drifting uncontrollably toward Seiji.
Her eyes seed to trail threads, carrying a misty, hazy longing.
Seiji ate at a leisurely pace, not looking at her, yet seeming to have eyes in the back of his head.
"gumi," he suddenly spoke, his voice not loud but making gumi Kato's body instantly stiffen.
gumi quickly withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and answered softly: "Yes."
"What are you looking at?"
"...N-nothing." A trace of panic entered her voice, but she quickly regained her composure.
Seiji watched her with great interest—that face trying so hard to stay calm, while the tips of her ears had already flushed pink, completely betraying the girl's feelings.
"Is that so?" He chuckled lightly. "Why do I feel like you want to do sothing to you?"
"!"
gumi Kato's head snapped up, a flash of embarrassed panic crossing her eyes at being caught out.
But she imdiately suppressed it, even furrowing her pretty brows slightly, saying in a helpless tone: "...It's probably because the mories Fujiwara-sensei left before were too deep, and my body hasn't forgotten yet. I think, after a bit more ti, it should be fine."
"Oh."
More ti and it'll be fine?
Seiji scoffed internally.
He naturally knew her little thoughts.
Desperately trying to build a dam to contain the surging flood of desire.
But was it useful?
Seiji said casually: "gumi, this isn't mory—it's instinct. Your body's desires have already been awakened by . This isn't sothing ti can erase."
"Is that so?"
At his words, gumi replied blandly, then lowered her head to continue eating.
Instinct?
She secretly rolled her eyes, internally complaining: It's just the aftereffects of your perverted behavior. As long as I maintain a normal routine, I'll definitely return to normal.
Thinking this, she picked up a piece of tempura, placed it in her mouth and chewed carefully, trying to use food to divert her attention.
Seiji didn't mind her disbelief.
His gaze drifted to the annex building on one side of the villa, where a "secret room" without any windows had been specially renovated.
Top-grade soundproofing materials, constant temperature and humidity air circulation system...
He could hardly wait to lock gumi Kato in that secret room, in that sealed space, to thoroughly conquer this serene, water-like girl.
The month passed quickly.
The villa's "secret room" completed its final renovations.
Utaha and Eriri had also arrived in Kyoto, moving into the new residence Seiji Fujiwara arranged for them.
Everything was ready.
This day, Seiji had gumi skip all training and simply led her out of the main building.
"Fujiwara-sensei, where are we going?" gumi asked curiously as she was led along.
Her voice was as steady as ever, carrying a hint of compliance.
"Taking you to see my favorite place in this villa." Seiji's tone was casual, as if introducing a tourist spot.
He added: "By the way, this place used to belong to Eriri's family. I bought it from her father. Her childhood art studio is just ahead."
At this, gumi simply gave a soft "Mm," her face even showing a hint of curiosity.
Eriri-senpai's art studio?
I'll have to visit soti.
She thought with mild interest.
For the past month, the girl had strictly followed her "detox plan." Apart from the uncontrollable wet dreams and increasingly strong physiological cravings, she believed she had properly regulated her body.
Although the month was up and she had to accept Fujiwara-sensei's so-called punishnt—
She believed tonight's "punishnt" would just be the sa shaful gas she was used to, in a different location.
Cooperate, make Fujiwara-sensei happy, and afterward, everything would return to normal.
With this attitude, gumi followed Seiji's footsteps unhurriedly. When passing through a carefully maintained bamboo grove, she even had the mood to appreciate the arrangent.
Until she was led to a standalone annex building.
Inside the annex was a heavy tal door.
Seiji entered a long string of code, then perford fingerprint and iris triple verification before that door finally opened inward with a muffled chanical sound.
Behind the door was an impenetrable darkness.
"Let's go." Seiji held her hand and walked into that darkness.
"...Yes."
Looking at this darkness, gumi felt instinctive fear, but led by Seiji's hand, she couldn't think much before stepping into the void.
As she entered—
BANG!
The tal door behind her slamd shut, completely sealing off the outside world's light and sound.
Interior sensor lights activated, but the light was strange—an ambiguous shallow red, like blood, yet also like so kind of mood lighting.
gumi surveyed the secret room.
It was enormous, easily two hundred square ters, but the interior was unusually empty.
In the center was a circular bed, absurdly large. On the surrounding walls hung tal shackles of strange designs and leather restraints she couldn't identify.
Nothing else. The air carried a mixed scent of leather and disinfectant.
'Coming to a place like this?'
gumi frowned slightly, oblivious to what was coming.
She even had the presence of mind to think: 'What kind of fetish and aesthetic sense does Fujiwara-sensei have?'
However, just as this thought surfaced, Seiji swept her up and threw her roughly onto that massive circular bed.
After a month of recovery, the girl's body had been nourished plump and ripe—her curves fuller, her breasts heavier, her skin glowing with a dewy softness that practically begged to be touched. Her thighs had filled out beautifully, and the swell of her hips strained against the thin fabric of her dress.
He didn't waste ti with foreplay.
Seiji hiked her dress up past her waist, yanked her panties aside, and drove into her in one brutal thrust—burying his thick cock to the hilt in her tight, wet cunt.
"Ahhhh—!!"
gumi's eyes flew wide, her back arching off the bed. The sudden intrusion stretched her walls painfully around his girth, the mix of sharp discomfort and overwhelming fullness short-circuiting her brain.
But her body—that treacherous, conditioned body—was already dripping wet. Her pussy had been aching for this for a month, and despite her mind's protests, her slick walls welcod him greedily. The discomfort vanished almost instantly, replaced by a fullness that made her toes curl and her thighs clench around his hips.
He didn't give her ti to adjust.
Seiji pulled back until just his swollen tip remained inside her, then slamd forward again—and again—setting a punishing rhythm that made the massive bed creak and groan beneath them. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, slamd her deeper into the mattress, the obscene wet slapping of flesh against flesh echoing through the sealed room.
"Mmph—! Ah—! Fujiwara-sen—ahhhn!"
Her first orgasm crashed through her before she could even finish his na. Her pussy clamped down on his cock in rhythmic spasms, her whole body shuddering as waves of pleasure radiated outward from her core.
But he didn't stop. Didn't even slow down.
Seiji gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and kept fucking her straight through her climax, his thick shaft dragging against her quivering walls with each stroke. Before the first orgasm had even fully subsided, a second one was already building.
"No—wait—too much—!"
The second hit even harder than the first. Her back arched sharply, her nipples straining against her dress, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her cunt convulsed violently around his cock.
Then a third. A fourth. A fifth.
Each orgasm crashed into the next like waves during a storm, giving her no ti to recover. Her pussy was a clenching, spasming ss, milking his cock desperately even as he continued his relentless assault. Juices gushed from where they were joined, soaking the sheets beneath her, the lewd squelching sounds growing louder with each thrust.
By the tenth orgasm, gumi had lost count entirely.
Her mind had gone white. Her body moved on pure instinct now—hips bucking up to et his thrusts, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper, needy whimpers spilling from her lips between gasping breaths.
How was this possible?
She'd cum more tis in the last hour than she had in her entire life. And each one hit harder than the last—deeper, more devastating, threatening to shatter sothing fundantal inside her. Her pussy was swollen and hypersensitive now, every ridge and vein of his cock sending shockwaves of pleasure through her overstimulated nerves.
Her face still tried to hold onto so dignity—that serene, composed mask she always wore.
But the way she moaned like a bitch in heat, the way her hips rolled desperately to grind her clit against his pelvis, the way her cunt squeezed him so greedily she could feel every throb of his cock—all of it betrayed just how thoroughly he was breaking her.
"How is it, gumi?"
Seiji seed very satisfied with her reaction.
He paused briefly, leaned down, and whispered in her ear like a demon:
"This is just the appetizer... don't think it'll be as easy as before."
At his words, gumi Kato's heart lurched.
An unprecedented panic began spreading from the depths of her heart.
No... sothing's wrong...
She breathed deeply, forcing herself to stay calm.
...
"It's okay... it's okay..."
'Humans have physiological limits.'
'No matter how intense the pleasure, once it reaches a certain threshold, the body will go numb from self-protection, or simply pass out.'
Right!
As long as she held on until then, everything would be over.
gumi was like a drowning person who had suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw.
However, Seiji's next actions crushed this straw—along with all her hopes—to dust.
An even more violent assault descended.
gumi felt her body had finally reached the "limit" she'd anticipated within that endless cascade of climaxes.
But the expected numbness and unconsciousness never ca.
Instead ca a terrifying change that nearly shattered her soul.
She discovered with horror that not only hadn't her body gone numb, but it had broken through so kind of shackle and beco several tis more sensitive than before!
The flow of air, the friction of the sheets, the droplets of his sweat falling on her...
Everything beca kindling to ignite her desire.
Her entire body, in this mont, had beco one enormous sensitive organ, existing solely to carry pleasure.
How could this be happening?!
gumi lost her composure, her expression turning to alarm.
"Hehe... you've noticed, haven't you, gumi?" Seiji's voice sounded again. "I told you—your constitution is special."
"What's special about it is that your body won't go numb from reaching the pleasure limit. It'll only... beco more hungry!"
"How could..." At his words, terror surfaced in gumi Kato's clear, water-like eyes.
Seiji keenly caught that flicker of panic in her eyes and smiled aningfully.
"In this room, there is no ti, no space, nothing to distract you." He pointed around, speaking quietly: "You can't escape, gumi."
gumi looked around and finally understood this secret room's purpose.
Complete soundproofing ant she couldn't hear any sound from outside. No windows ant she couldn't perceive the passage of ti.
The constant dim red light made her lose all sense of space.
This was a prison stripped of all real-world coordinates, forcing her senses to be confined to this tiny area, compelled to fully accept the assault Seiji Fujiwara brought.
It's over!
This thought seized her heart like an invisible hand.
"Fujiwara-sensei, this is a bit..." gumi tried to say sothing.
But Seiji wasn't listening, only continuing his relentless assault.
Every ti gumi tried to speak, she was interrupted by the intense waves of pleasure, unable to form complete sentences.
With no other choice, gumi could only try to withdraw her consciousness from this uncontrollable body.
But all was futile.
The secret room's air circulation had no escape. His sweat, her arousal, and the thick musk of sex—it all hung heavy in the air. Every breath she took was saturated with the sll of him, of them, of the cum he'd pumped into her over and over.
Her pussy was a ss. Sore, swollen, dripping with the evidence of countless loads. And still her body craved more.
Under the triple assault of endless orgasms, sensory deprivation, and that overwhelming scent of raw fucking, gumi Kato's mind finally broke.
She couldn't think anymore. Didn't want to.
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