My Little Sister Is the Best F*p Material - Volume 3 Chapter 9: Little Sister's Sexy Temptation,Hellish Ejaculation Management

Volume 3 Chapter 09: Little Sister’s Sexy Temptation, Hellish Ejaculation Management “Rape Her, Onii-chan” Part 2

Tap, tap, tap – Miyu unlocked her smartphone with a tap of her finger, navigating through the password screen. She had scoured through Yuka’s device, deleting any suspicious emails and searching for any trace of the incriminating data. With my expertise in online matters, I assisted her in deleting the data, but the task was far from complete without access to Yuka’s home computer. 

“Ugh… egh… uu…”

Yuka’s tears soaked into the cushion, a silent witness to her anguish. Three used condoms lay beside her, a testament to the three rounds of sex that had just concluded. Yuka had been crying ever since, her face hidden from my view, just as I could not see hers. The cushion beneath her head, no doubt, was now heavy with her tears. 

“Hey, Yuka…”

Just as I began to feel a sense of relief, thinking the punishment was over, Miyu’s sharp voice cut through the air. 

“The password for the account that posted the photos isn’t working…”

The SNS account Yuka had used to post the naked photos of her friends was logged out. Even if the login information was stored within the device, deleting the account still required the ID and password. 

The SNS Yuka had used was a major platform, with many companies offering related applications. Deleting the posts was one thing, but with the underlying web connection, there was always a chance the content could be restored through caches. Thus, even deleting the account didn’t guarantee a solution, but it was the maximum concession Miyu was willing to make to forgive Yuka. 

“Password… not working…? T-That… that can’t be…!”

Yuka’s reaction was filled with fear and surprise. It seemed she had no intention of lying, even at this late stage. 

If she had told the truth, and the password was wrong, it could only mean she had forgotten it. Yuka didn’t seem like the type to meticulously record her passwords, and if this account couldn’t be deleted, the torment she would face would be far worse than this. 

“I’ll unlock it! Give it to me…”

Miyu hesitated for a moment at Yuka’s proposal, but eventually, she handed over the smartphone. 

“If you make the account public, you know what that means, right?”

“I know! I know! I won’t do that!”

Yuka, with unsteady hands, dropped the phone multiple times as she frantically entered the password. A minute passed, then two, but still, it wasn’t over. 

“Why… why…!”

Yuka had tried all the passwords she could think of, but none were accepted. 

“No… no… no… it’s a lie… why… why can’t I log in…?”

Miyu simply watched, neither urging her nor scolding her, just keeping her gaze fixed on Yuka. 

“Ah, ah…! I changed the password for this account… um, the new password… that… e-etto!”

Yuka desperately tried to convey that she was attempting to delete the account. Meanwhile, Miyu tore open a new condom wrapper. 

“No…! No! No, no! Wait, Miyu! I’ll remember it! I don’t want my crotch to be used anymore!”

Ignoring Yuka’s pleas, Miyu handed me a new condom. 

To Yuka, I was now the fourth rapist. Her legs were forced open, my penis was thrust inside her without her consent, and she was made to ejaculate. This agony was about to begin again. 

She couldn’t hear the voices of the men who were about to rape her. The room’s door didn’t make a sound as it opened and closed. Despite these unnatural circumstances, Yuka didn’t question them. Instead, she panicked, and her doubts turned into disturbing fantasies. Perhaps Yuka was imagining a situation far worse than I could ever conceive. 

“Insert it.”

Miyu instructed me, while Yuka’s head was still freed from the box. 

“No! Please stop! I’ll remember it! I don’t want to be used like this!”

Her legs were spread, and my repeated insertions had stretched her vaginal opening. The sight of the juices flowing from her aroused vagina made my penis harden again. How could I get aroused by this? Was it my latent desire to rape girls? 

I didn’t want to admit it. Even after ejaculating so many times. I felt guilty during sex, just like with Sachiko. Back then, I had developed feelings for my sister, and to escape that guilt, I had frantically made love to Sachiko, ejaculating multiple times. 

It was Miyu who was forcing me to have sex like this. My body wasn’t aroused by the act of raping Yuka; it was aroused by the command from Miyu to rape Yuka. 

Such an excuse is of no use, but it’s not the rape that excites me. At least, I’m not aroused by the act of raping girls. 

“Ah, aah, your hardness is hitting me again… uu… please stop… I’ll delete it properly…”

Yuka was still fiddling with the smartphone. Urged by Miyu’s gaze, I put on the condom. The head of my penis, swollen like a rubber ball, was submerged in Yuka’s honey pot. 

“Ah, aah… don’t come in… wait… aahn!”

I apologized once more in my mind, saying “sorry,” and thrust my penis into Yuka’s vagina with force. The punishment would continue until I ejaculated twice more. The sooner it ended, the sooner Yuka would find relief. 

“N, a, aah, no… haan, this one also doesn’t work… password, I can’t remember… aah, an, aah!”

This was different from the senseless rape she had endured before. Yuka’s body seemed to be adapting to the situation, and there was a clear sense of pleasure in her reactions. 

“U… kuh…”

Her vagina was drenched, enveloping my entire penis in a slick, slippery embrace. It was becoming increasingly difficult to remain silent. This was dangerous. I was starting to feel genuine pleasure. 

“Agh, aahn, that’s a lie… o…! Input, invalid… agh, aah, it’s not spam… aah, uu…”

Yuka had entered the password incorrectly so many times that the system had recognized it as an attack. A five-minute password lockout. For Miyu, this was the deadline. 

“That’s enough. Give it back.”

“Ya, aahn! Gof, nnn! Wait… just a little more… I can delete… it… ugh, kyuu!”

As I thrust my penis deep inside her, her body convulsed, jumping violently. It seemed that moving her hips in an upward motion made Yuka orgasm quickly. 

The end of the punishment was in sight, and I needed to ejaculate twice more. I wanted to finish quickly, for Yuka’s sake.

“Ah, aaa… Miyu… wait! I’ll keep trying, please don’t take it away, no, no, ah, I don’t want to ejaculate, an, fun, aaaah!”

Yuka’s hopes were slipping away, her voice trembling with fear echoed through the room. Yet, I couldn’t stop penetrating her. 

“Ugh, aaaah! This time, really, really, really… iiiiiaaaah, I’m sorry, I’ll do it… aah! Forgive me… uuuuug…”

“That’s enough. You keep saying next time, next time. Humans you see, if you’re too lenient on them, it never ends.”

Miyu slowly took her hands off the box, gradually taking away Yuka’s light. 

“That’s why today. From now on. Yuka will become a flesh hole for people to lose their virginity to.”

“Gyaa, yaaaaah, noooooo! Miyuuuu, no, I’m sorry! Forgive meeeee!”

The door was closed with a thud, muffling Yuka’s voice. I pressed my penis deeper into her tightly gripping vagina. 

“Agh… ughua… aaaaaaag!”

As Yuka’s voice became more sorrowful, her vagina squeezed my penis tighter. 

“Aaaauuuh, aah! Ihyaaaaaa! Aaah, aaaaauuuh, aaaah!”

Abandoned by Miyu, it seemed to be the final blow, as Yuka could only scream, even though her mouth was free to move. With my excitement growing, the tightening vaginal muscles and the overflowing love juices enveloped my shaft in intense pleasure. 

The sensation of raw insertion, with the thinnest condom, was tormenting my nerves. Even after three ejaculations, my stamina showed no signs of waning. With each thrust, Yuka’s cries grew louder, further fueling my arousal. 

“Haa… aah… Yuka… Yukaah!”

With each forceful spread of Yuka’s vaginal opening, the rationality in my mind seemed to peel away. The sound of water, with each thump of my hips, like a pendulum, stimulated my brain with its regular rhythm. 

Hearing Yuka’s cries of pain, my heart ached. I felt the weight of my guilt, yet my brain was filled with pleasure, craving both sin and delight. 

Yuka’s screams were arousing. The suffocating sense of guilt was exhilarating. Obediently following Miyu’s commands, having sex with a reluctant girl, my genitalia was being satiated with blood and semen at an unprecedented rate. 

With my vicious penis, I relentlessly tore into Yuka’s vaginal muscles. Pushing my rigid shaft against her uterus, stimulating her G-spot. Paaaan, paaaan, the sound of love juices scattering, I relentlessly dug and pounded. Repeatedly, as Yuka’s vagina, now soft, entwined around my penis. Reaching my limit of endurance, I thrust my hips with all my might, and Yuka’s lower body began to tremble and convulse. 

“Gaah, guah, ihyaaaaaa! Aahn! Nyaaaaaah!”

“Aaah, haa… Yuka, I’m… coming… I’m coming…”

Bubu, doopyu, gupyu, buru, pyururur, bu, bu—!

The fourth ejaculation was prolonged. As the semen was released into the condom, my desire diminished, and my rationality returned, bringing a sense of calm. Understanding the dire situation, I became even more aroused, expelling every last drop of semen. 

“Haa… haa…”

The act was over, I tied the opening of the condom, swollen with semen. Miyu released Yuka from the box, and they faced each other again. 

“A… uuh…”

Yuka was weakly inhaling, her lungs strained. 

Physically and mentally, she was exhausted. 

“Yuka. The fourth one. It’s over.”

Dosa, four condoms filled with semen were placed before Yuka. All of it had been released inside her vagina. 

“I felt sorry for you not knowing how your first sex was, so I took a video.”

Miyu showed Yuka the screen of her smartphone. The video captured me raping Yuka through the box, ejaculating, and removing the condom. It only showed Yuka’s body and my lower half, leaving the identity of the rapist unknown. 

The video continued, showing Yuka having sex with a stranger. Her virginity was taken away, as the man’s erect penis was mercilessly thrust into her body. The moment was forever etched onto Yuka’s retina. 

“A… aah…”

I couldn’t tell what expression Yuka had at that moment. She said nothing. 

As the video ended, Miyu began to clean up the box. Removing the tape, she disassembled it, revealing Yuka, her body folded forward, tightly bound in a straw mat. To distribute the pressure, she was placed on a blanket, with her body restrained to prevent movement. As each restraint was released, the exhausted girl lay limp, spread-eagled. 

She was now in a vegetative state. Her eyes rolled back, only a faint sound coming from her throat. No light or sound reached her. She wasn’t unconscious, but it was difficult to say she was conscious. 

“Haa…”

It was over. Everything. 

Both Yuka and I had lost something precious as humans. Removing the condom, my penis, covered in semen and Yuka’s love juices, was now a mess, and I no longer had the energy to think. 

I wanted to wash off the sweat sticking to my back, so I quickly got dressed and prepared for a bath. 

“What are you doing?”

“Bath. I’m going in.”

“Hmm. Well, that’s fine, I guess. But…”

Miyu stopped me. 

In her hand, she held a packaged condom. 

“Hey… wait… what…?”

“A promise is a promise.”

Miyu waved the last condom, instructing me to sit in front of Yuka. 

“Come on, t-that’s enough, right? Yuka’s barely conscious… she can’t even answer questions in this state.”

“I deleted the SNS account via email and changed the password, so it’s fine.”

Then what was the point of this final torture? Yuka was already exhausted and her brain was rejecting any further stimulation. She couldn’t even comprehend being raped by me. 

“Get into the same position as before. Lift Yuka’s legs and cover her. If you’re not aroused by then, I’ll end this.”

Miyu spoke coldly, but from the start of the punishment, I couldn’t sense any real anger from her. Friday night was a reward for me, and even on Saturday morning, although she said she was angry, she didn’t seem that upset. 

Miyu didn’t seem as angry as she claimed. She wasn’t one to show her emotions, but still. 

“If I’m not aroused… You’ll stop this, right?”

“That’s right.”

I had already ejaculated four times. My mind was calm, and there was no way I could have sex again. 

The naked girl on the floor had been raped multiple times, her senses were closed off. Raping her body, which could only moan in despair, was more despicable than taking advantage of someone while they slept. 

When I lifted her legs, I felt a weight beyond my expectations. Unlike before, when I could only see her waist and buttocks, now I was facing a real girl. Her long hair, tired and limp, her breasts flowing to the side, and her fresh, delicate tips, all were exposed. 

Because she was too stimulated to be conscious, I didn’t have to worry about waking her up with excessive force. I didn’t need to worry about her seeing my actions and judging me.

“Haa… fuu…”

I held Yuka’s ankles and spread her legs. Her twin tails, disheveled as if dropped on the floor, and her body, not yet fully ripe, exuded a sense of sin. The relaxed hole still dripped with love juices. Her vagina, still wet, belonged to a body that had lost consciousness while awake. Here, the ultimate flesh-made onahole was complete. 

Bringing our waists closer, I bent Yuka’s knees and held them with my arms, covering her from the front. The limp penis, hanging down, approached the cleft, and the lower body, without the condom, sensed the warmth of Yuka’s body just a few centimeters away. 

— Pikun, pikun. The penis reacted, and the sensation spread throughout the entire member. Just by covering her, my penis was reacting. Calm down. Don’t let it get hard. 

“Fuu… haa…”

I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind. If I got hard in this state, it would be too much. A raw penis, in a raw flesh hole. 

“Uhh… kuu…”

The penis, recently freed from the condom, still had semen on it. Even touching the cleft was dangerous. I couldn’t let it get hard. It was forbidden to let our genitals touch without protection. I had to avoid it at all costs. But if it got hard, the glans would surely enter Yuka’s vagina. 

“Onii-chan. Do you need a condom? If you say so, I’ll put one on for you.”

Miyu tore open the packaging and took out a condom. I wanted to put it on, but if I did, I’d be admitting that I was about to get hard, and I’d be ordered to ejaculate again. I didn’t want to insert my penis into the hazy consciousness of a girl and treat her like a tool. 

“I… I…”

“Huh? You need it or no?”

Urged by Miyu, the blood flow to my penis accelerated, and my semi-erect penis grew harder and pointed upwards. I couldn’t stop the erection. 

“I need a condom… I can’t do it without one… please put it on…”

“You need it, huh? I understand.”

Miyu moved behind me. Her small hands, reaching around my waist, grabbed my penis, still coated in semen. 

“A… aah… guh…”

Nuchu, nuchu, guchu.

Miyu began to stroke my penis from behind. Squeezing from the base, and covering the head. 

“Miyu! Haa… uaaah! It’s dangerous… aaaah!”

“Just don’t cum, okay?”

This was just a preparation to put on the condom. Thanks to Miyu holding my penis upwards, even with the erection, it didn’t touch Yuka’s vaginal lips. 

Miyu’s body temperature, touching my skin cooled by my sweat, was a sensation I couldn’t ignore. Even though it was the fifth time, my libido was still high. When Miyu saw that my penis was fully erect, she skillfully put on the condom, making sure no semen touched the outside. 

“You can still cum, right, Onii-chan?”

Miyu’s whispers brought back my ejaculatory urge. If she told me to cum, my body would produce semen without my consent. My testicles were boiling, and I couldn’t resist the urge to ejaculate. 

“Insert it. Cum inside Yuka’s vagina.”

“Uhh… guuuh… haa, a…!”

Jubu—.

Guided by Miyu’s voice, I began the fifth round of sex. 

Yuka no longer made a sound. The room was filled with the sound of rubbing vaginas, my breath, and the vibrations of the air conditioner. The smell of sweat and semen filled my nose, and I had never felt such a real and lewd sensation. 

Embracing Yuka’s body tightly, I grinded my waist, thrusting my hardened penis in and out, over and over. Greedily, I devoured her. 

“You’re so into having sex with an unresponsive girl. It must feel good.”

“A… no… uaaah…”

Yuka’s naked body, its temperature, the sound of my waist hitting hers, and the overwhelming smell. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to satisfy all my senses. I wanted to enjoy this lewd onahole to the fullest. 

“You can use Yuka however you like.”

Miyu’s breath, whispered into my ear, snapped the last thread of my rationality. 

“Ugh… aah… haaaah…”

Breathing in deeply, I clung to Yuka’s naked body, her eyes vacant. I sucked on her small breasts, swaying with each thrust, and rolled her nipples with my tongue, chubu, chubu. 

Using the girl’s body, which offered no resistance, I continued to give pleasure to my penis. With my hard, swollen penis, I relentlessly stirred Yuka’s vagina. 

The vaginal wall, melting with love juices, and my penis, now felt like they were one, with no sensation of the condom. 

I wanted to ejaculate inside her. I wanted to inject my semen into her womb. I wanted to go crazy, filling her vagina with white semen. 

“Aah… I’m cumming… haaaah! It feels so good… aah! It feels so good! A… guh, aaaah! I’m cumming… cumming inside… uuuuh, aaaaaah… I’m cumminguuu…”

Embracing Yuka tightly, I thrust my penis deep inside her, injecting semen into her womb with force. 

Aligning the mouth of my penis with her uterus, bu, bu, with each ejaculation, my heart felt fulfilled. Under my sister’s command, I was raping a girl and planting my seed without permission, and it brought me joy from within. 

Surrounded by a pleasant sense of fatigue, I finally realized the truth. Yuka had been raped, her eyes vacant, until the very end. 

“Good job. Tie the condom at the end.”

The tip of my penis, as I pulled it out, was filled with the largest amount of semen of the five rounds. Just because Miyu told me to cum, I became a compliant beast, driven by my libido. It felt good to be like this. 

When Miyu asked me to cum, the amount of semen increased drastically. The pleasure of ejaculation came from the friction of the semen flowing through the urethra. My body had learned that ejaculating for Miyu was the ultimate pleasure. 

“I might be beyond saving…”

“You were already beyond saving when you ejaculated with your sister’s pee. Here you go.”

Miyu showed me Yuka’s smartphone, and I felt like she had just said something outrageous, but I remained silent. 

“Is this a chat log? Did Yuka say something terrible?”

“No, not really. Just read this.”

Miyu showed me a series of messages sent by Yuka. It was a chat before she started blackmailing Miyu and Haruki with the nude photos. 

“Sachiko had sex with Miyu’s brother, right? I mean, I wouldn’t mind having sex with Miyu’s brother…”

“Lately, Onii-san doesn’t seem like an otaku anymore, he’s looking good! I’m so jealous of Sachiko…”

“If I had sex with Onii-san, I’d be fine with it raw. Either way, it’s a win-win. Oh, does Miyu-san hate that? You can call me ‘onee-san’, you know? Upupu.”

These statements, which seemed to deliberately provoke me, were erasing my regrets about the rape. 

“Wait, she was serious about this…?”

“Yeah.”

She was willing to have sex with me. I had heard similar things at the internet cafe, but I thought it was just her way of teasing me. 

“But why show me this?”

Reading this would, at the very least, lighten my heart. Yuka really wanted to have sex with me. If she had me rape her for punishment, she shouldn’t have shown me this. 

“You did a good job, so I guess this is a bonus?”

“Yeah…”

I was serious about it, not just acting. 

“Also, I wanted to confirm something this time.”

Confirm something? She said something similar when she made me cum with the onahole. Was it related to her drinking my semen, or was it just about this incident? 

“Did you find out anything?”

“No, not really. Other than how having sex with you would turn out to be, that’s all.”

She said it was just that, but her voice sounded displeased. 

“I don’t plan to keep today’s events a secret from Yuka. Tomorrow, you can tell her it was you.”

There’s no way I could just say I raped her… 

“Well, Onii-chan, you should go take a bath…”

Miyu was about to give me my release, 

But just then, the smartphone pinged, indicating a new message. 

[Yuka-chan, I think you should apologize to Miyu-chan for that thing ]

The message was from the chat app. 

The sender’s name was displayed as “Sachiko.” 

“It’s from Sachiko. When did Yuka start chatting with her?”

As Miyu spoke those words, she replied to Sachiko’s message while pretending to be Yuka, thinking, “What do you mean by ‘that’? Is it about Haruka?”

The reason Yuka and Sachiko started keeping in touch was that thing from when we first met at the net café.

“Haruka-chan? What do you mean? Are you messing with her too? Don’t do that. Miyu-chan would be really angry.”

It was a warning far too late. After all, she was already receiving her punishment—no, her torture.

“When Miyu-chan was getting measured, you secretly passed her bra around to the other classmates, didn’t you? That kind of thing isn’t okay. The only reason no one’s saying anything is because they’re waiting for you to apologize, Yuka-chan.”

I was at a loss for words.

Miyu’s chest size was her biggest insecurity. It was the one thing that could deal her a psychological blow so severe that she’d lose all self-control.

What kind of face was Miyu making right now? I was too afraid to look.

“And also, about that photo. I hope you’ve deleted it by now.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I stopped breathing. Sachiko didn’t know Yuka had taken nude photos of Haruka. Therefore, the “photo” could only refer to one thing. 

“Photo? The one where Miyu changed into a T-shirt before the measurements? Did I show it to you?”

Miyu continued to reply to the messages. No one but Yuka should know about the nude photos of Haruka and Miyu. If Sachiko knew about the photos, it meant Yuka had shown them to someone else. 

“I was in the first half group too, you know. You showed it off to the girls waiting, and they all turned pale. You should apologize to Miyu before someone else tells her.”

Yuka had said that Haruka was her target during the physical measurement. But whether it was something instinctive or not, it seemed she couldn’t help but drag Miyu into it as well.

“Miyu… what are you going to do…?”

I looked at Miyu, afraid of what I might see. 

“Hmm…”

Miyu just stared at the smartphone, her expression cold. 

“Well, it’s up to Yuka, I guess.”

Miyu’s reaction was surprisingly casual, but she wasn’t one to show her emotions. Perhaps deep down, she was seething with anger. 

Miyu threw the smartphone onto my bed and knelt in front of Yuka. She sat in seiza, placing Yuka’s head on her knee. 

“Uuu…”

As Miyu stroked her head, Yuka’s consciousness returned. 

Was Miyu going to reconcile with her? My work was done, I thought. I would go take a bath. 

“Yuka?”

As I prepared my post-bath clothes, Miyu spoke to Yuka from behind me. 

Her voice was calm. Was she really not angry? Or had she forgiven Yuka for today’s punishment, including the incident with her bra? 

“Miyu… aah… Miyuuu… I’m sorry…”

Yuka rubbed her cheek against Miyu’s knee. It was astonishing that Yuka could still be attached to Miyu after all that had happened. It was beyond the understanding of ordinary people. 

“Do you regret it?”

“Yeah. Yeah. I regret it. So, please forgive me.”

Yuka pulled Miyu’s hand, which was stroking her head, and rubbed her cheek against it. 

“Do you want to trouble me so much?”

“No, that’s not it. At first, I didn’t mean to. Miyu always looked so unhappy, so I just wanted her to relax a bit.”

Yuka had said she started playing pranks because she wanted to make Miyu smile. She wanted to see some emotion in Miyu’s frozen expression. As she tried various things, she realized that the means had become the end. 

“Do I look that unhappy?”

“Yeah…”

“I guess so. I didn’t think so lately, though.”

Miyu patted Yuka’s forehead. Perhaps she looked unhappy because it had become a habit. As I remembered my conversation with Miyu, I recalled how she had changed in third grade. She used to wear idol-like clothes every day, but suddenly lost interest in them. 

I didn’t know the details of what had happened, but after that, Miyu did indeed seem bored every day. Perhaps that was why I started keeping my distance from her, and I had misinterpreted her emotions, thinking she hated me. Yuka must have had similar experiences that built up over time. 

“Well, but…”

Miyu placed her hand on Yuka’s cheek. 

“Maybe I’m feeling better now because I don’t remember the past thanks to Yuka.”

In the quiet summer room, time seemed to stand still. 

Miyu smiled softly, a small smile. 

“Haa… aah… aaaah! Miyu…!”

The sparkle in Yuka’s eyes. Her face seemed to have regained its vitality, as if the pain of the past had disappeared. 

“Miyuu…! Hehehe. Aah, Miyu… I’ll do anything for you…”

Yuka rubbed her cheek against Miyu’s knee multiple times. She was such a smooth talker. It was a world I couldn’t understand. But finally, it seemed like everything was resolved. 

Reassured, I got dressed and quietly opened the door, trying not to make any noise. 

“Really? Anything?”

As I stepped into the hallway, about to leave, I heard unsettling words. It was like the solemn sound of the chapel bell suddenly turning into a dissonant chord, filling me with terror. 

“Yeah, anything!”

“But, Yuka, you’re a liar, so I’ll only believe half of what you say.”

“Eeeh! I’m really telling the truth! I won’t lie anymore! Right?”

“Is that so?”

I stopped, my hand on the doorknob. I couldn’t help but be curious about Miyu and Yuka’s conversation. 

“So, Yuka, you didn’t show that photo to anyone?”

“Huh? Photo? I-I didn’t?”

“Not even my photo?”

“Yeah! I didn’t show it to anyone, but…”

Yuka and Miyu’s eyes met. 

Miyu just looked at Yuka, neither intimidating nor mocking her. 

“Ah, ah! I’m sorry! I showed Miyu’s photo to… to the girls who were measured after me. I’m so sorry…”

Finally, Yuka spoke the truth. It aligned with Sachiko’s warning. 

“Hmm.”

Miyu removed her hand from Yuka’s face. 

“Why did you lie at first?”

“It’s not… well, it is, but it’s just a habit…”

“That’s right, it’s a habit. I guess you’ll do the same thing again, right?”

Miyu’s expression, which had been bright, began to darken. For Yuka, it must have been a loss far more unbearable than losing her virginity. 

“No! I’m telling the truth! I won’t lie anymore!! Absolutely, absolutely not!! I won’t lie even once!! Please believe me…”

“Then, about doing anything I say… was that a lie too?”

“No, it’s not a lie! I’ll do anything Miyu says!”

Yuka was desperate, no, determined. She was ready to do whatever it took to gain Miyu’s trust. 

“Alright then.”

Miyu picked something up and held it above Yuka’s head. 

“Drink it.”

The command Miyu gave to Yuka, who had signed a slave contract. It was to drink every drop of the semen collected in the condom. 

“Ehh… that’s… semen from a man I don’t know…”

“That’s right. Semen from the man who raped you. Drink it.”

It was like the devil had returned. It was an act so depraved that even the residents of hell would be appalled. 

“I don’t want to! I don’t want to do that! It won’t do any good for Miyu!”

“It’s not about whether it’s good for me or not. I just want to see if you’ll obey any command, like you said. This is my command, so you’ll do it, right? You said you’d do anything, and it’s not a lie, right?”

Miyu’s voice carried a weight. 

This was the real test. 

“Ne, Yuka…”

Miyu loosened the knot of the condom as she asked. 

“You knew I was self-conscious about my chest size, right? I even consulted you the night before the physical exam, saying I was very nervous. So, was that why you targeted that day?”

It seemed that, just as I had consulted Miyu the night before the physical exam, Miyu had also consulted Yuka. 

“It’s not… well, it is, but…”

“I heard you’ve been passing my bra around. You know, I’ve been wearing a tighter bra to school lately, telling everyone my bust size is just a little over eighty. Even then, I still get teased occasionally.”

Miyu’s bust size has reached ninety, an impressive feat given the rarity of such figures in her surroundings.

“Yuka never touched my chest, I trusted her with that. I believed she wouldn’t target my insecurities. But then, she showed off those photos, and I felt so betrayed.”

Miyu’s face loses all emotion, leaving Yuka with only one path forward.

“I wish you could have been honest with me in the end. Hey, Yuka, from now on, you won’t lie, right?”

Miyu emphasized her point. Yuka, like a rabbit, nodded, her head tucked in. 

“Then, you’ll drink it, right?”

“Y-Yes…”

Yuka took the condom, with its bottom filled with semen, and lifted it by the tip. She tilted the condom, pouring the semen of the unknown man who had raped her into her mouth. 

“Uhh… uguuuueeeehhhh!!”

Yuka jumped like a fish and immediately spat out the semen. 

“Uuu, n… guh, ueh, uhh… up…”

She got on all fours and spit out every liquid in her mouth onto the floor. 

“You shouldn’t be spitting it out.”

Miyu, standing next to Yuka, untied each knot one by one. The four remaining condoms from the rapists. Miyu placed all of them, filled with semen, in front of Yuka. 

“There’s still so much left.”

The room was filled with the pungent smell of chlorine. Semen from the rapists. The command to drink it all made Yuka’s body tremble. Imagining the unimaginable pain that was to come, an excess of adrenaline was making her legs shake. 

“If you don’t drink it, I’ll never talk to you again.”

With those final words, Yuka lost all her strength, and yellow liquid began to flow from her crotch, her body unable to control itself due to the spasms. 

“Oh, you’ve made such a mess.”

Miyu held Yuka’s jaw and made her look up. 

She stuck her finger into Yuka’s mouth and pulled out her tongue. 

“Guee…”

Miyu showed no mercy as Yuka cried in pain. 

“I’ll make you clean it all up.”

And then… 

I don’t know what happened. I couldn’t bear to watch, so I left the room. 

I took a bath, washed away the sweat, and soaked in the bathtub for a long time. After drying my hair and changing into fresh clothes, I sat on the sofa, my head bowed. 

I had nothing to do, just waiting for time to pass. 

The ticking of the analog clock could be heard. Every few hundred ticks, a dull sound echoed from upstairs. 

I didn’t hear any screams. I didn’t hear any sounds of violent struggles either. 

I waited and waited. After about two hours, I finally heard the sound of the upstairs door opening. Yuka, dressed without any tears in her clothes, came down the stairs, her footsteps unsteady, but she was walking on her own. 

“Yuka…?”

I called out from the living room, and Yuka, who was putting on her shoes at the entrance, turned to me. 

“Ah. Miyu’s Onii-san. Thank you for your hospitality.”

She bowed politely, her posture perfect. Our eyes met, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. 

Her eyes were deep black, as if the irises had been painted over with darkness, not a single ray of light reaching the depths of the abyss. 

The broken girl, who had closed off all her emotions to accept her punishment, was looking at me.