Tuesday, April 30 – 11:47 p.m.
The rain has stopped.
Aoi is asleep on my chest, tiny body curled around me like a koala, my cock still buried inside her, soft now but plugged deep. The collar is warm against my skin. Her breathing is slow, peaceful, happy.
I stare at the ceiling and feel… nothing new.
Three hours ago she was riding me reverse cowgirl, crying "Daddy please breed me" while I filled her for the fourth time today.
An hour ago she was licking me clean, whispering she'd kill herself if I ever left.
Now?
Cute. Predictable. Done.
I'm bored.
I place my palm over my heart.
The arrow pulses once (warm, almost reluctant).
"Remove," I whisper.
The pink glow flares beneath my skin, then shoots out like reverse lightning.
Across the alley it flies, silent, straight into Aoi's sleeping heart.
The change is instant.
Her body goes slack.
Her pussy loosens around me.
She makes a tiny confused sound in her sleep, brow furrowing, then relaxes completely.
I slide out of her carefully.
A thick river of cum immediately follows, pouring onto the sheets.
She doesn't stir.
I dress in silence, carry her limp, naked body back to her own apartment, lay her in her own bed exactly as she was the night before the arrow hit (on her side, knees drawn up, hair fanned across the pillow).
I remove the collar and place it on her nightstand.
By the time I close her door, every memory of the last thirty days is gone.
Tomorrow she'll wake up sore and confused, wondering why her body feels used and why there's dried cum between her thighs and a faint heart-shaped bruise over her heart.
She'll shower, blush, and never know my name.
I walk back to my empty apartment, cock already stirring at the thought of fresh prey.
Wednesday, May 1 – 00:01 a.m.
The Cupid System's voice returns, bright and teasing.
‹ Arrow refreshed. ›
‹ New month. New target. Who's the lucky girl, Host? ›
I already know.
Her name is Riko.
Seventeen (legal, tiny, baby-faced). Works part-time at the maid café two stations away.
140 cm tall, flat chest, huge sparkling eyes, voice like sugar.
I've seen her there twice (wearing the frilly pink uniform, calling every customer "Onii-chan" or "Master").
Every time she bent over to serve tea I caught the outline of her puffy little pussy through the white panties.
She blushes when anyone looks at her for longer than two seconds.
She is perfect.
Day 1 – Wednesday, May 1 – First Sight (Again)
I walk into the café at 4:12 p.m.
Riko greets me at the door in her uniform: pink-and-white dress with puffy sleeves, white apron, thigh-high stockings, tiny ribbon choker.
Her voice is pure helium.
"Welcome home, Daddy~♡"
The word hits me straight in the cock.
She leads me to a corner table, hips swaying, skirt so short I can see the bottom curve of her ass every time she steps up on tiptoes.
When she bends to set down the menu, the dress rides high enough to flash pure white cotton panties with a tiny strawberry print and (yes) a visible wet spot already forming in the center.
I order the "Princess Parfait" just to watch her bounce away.
The arrow burns under my skin, hotter than it ever did for Aoi.
Day 2 – Thursday, May 2 – The Shot
I time it perfectly.
She steps out the staff door at 9:03 p.m. for her break, still in full uniform minus the headdress, hugging a plush bunny to her chest.
The alley behind the café is empty.
I'm waiting.
She sees me and freezes (those huge eyes going even wider).
I raise my hand.
The arrow glows soft pink, heart tip shimmering.
She tilts her head, curious, not scared.
I release.
It strikes her right between her tiny breasts.
For one heartbeat she just blinks.
Then her knees buckle.
The plush bunny falls.
She drops straight to the ground, landing on all fours, little skirt flipping up to show strawberry panties now completely soaked through, dark patch spreading fast.
A high, trembling whimper escapes her throat.
"D-Daddy…?"
Her voice is even smaller now, breathy, needy.
I step forward, tower over her.
She looks up (eyes glassy, cheeks flushed cherry-blossom pink, lower lip trembling).
"Please… I don't know why… but I need you to take care of me… I'm so little and empty and I need Daddy's big thing inside me right now…"
She crawls forward on hands and knees, nuzzles her face against the bulge in my jeans, and starts mouthing it through the fabric like a kitten looking for milk.
I thread my fingers through her twin tails and smile down at her.
"Such a good tiny girl for Daddy."
May has officially begun.
Twenty-nine days, twenty-three hours, fifty-eight minutes remaining.
And this time…
I'm going to take it even slower. Day 3 – Friday, May 3 – First Full Night: The Carrying
9:27 p.m.
Riko is still in her full maid uniform when I carry her through my front door (bridal style, her tiny 140 cm body weighing almost nothing in my arms).
Her twin tails bounce with every step. The frilly skirt is flipped up from the walk home, strawberry panties completely soaked and clinging to her puffy, hairless pussy lips. The wet spot has spread so far it's reached the waistband in the back.
She has her arms wrapped around my neck, face buried in my shoulder, whispering "Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…" over and over like a broken music box.
I don't put her down until we're in the bedroom.
I set her gently on the edge of the bed. She immediately kneels, knees together, hands folded in her lap, huge eyes staring up at me with pure, trembling adoration.
"Daddy… may I please take care of you now?"
I nod once.
Her tiny fingers (shaking with excitement) reach for my belt. She undoes it slowly, reverently, then the button, then the zipper. When my cock springs free (thick, veiny, already drooling pre-cum in a long silver string), she gasps like it's the first time she's ever seen one.
"It's… so big… Daddy's thing is too big for Riko's little hole…"
But her small hands wrap around the base anyway (they don't even meet), and she leans forward, pressing soft, shy kisses along the underside, starting at my balls and working her way up, little pink tongue flicking out to taste every bulging vein.
She spends thirty full minutes just kissing, licking, and nuzzling (never taking me fully into her mouth yet, just worshipping with her lips and tongue, eyes never leaving mine).
Drool and pre-cum mix and drip down her chin, onto the frilly apron, staining the white fabric translucent.
When I finally thread my fingers through her twin tails and guide her forward, she opens as wide as her tiny mouth allows.
Only the head fits past her lips. Her cheeks hollow instantly, eyes watering, but she never gags (just hums happily, tongue swirling, small hands stroking the rest of the shaft in slow, loving twists).
After fifteen minutes of this gentle sucking I pull her off, lift her like a doll, and lay her on her back in the center of the bed (still fully dressed in the maid uniform).
I push the skirt up to her waist, hook my fingers in the waistband of the strawberry panties, and peel them down her slim legs.
They are absolutely drenched (thick strings of girl-cum stretching between the fabric and her puffy, bare pussy).
Her entrance is tiny (pink, glistening, already fluttering open and closed like it's breathing).
I spread her legs wide (knees almost to her shoulders, she's so small) and line up.
The head kisses her entrance.
She whimpers, hands clutching the sheets.
"Daddy… please be gentle… Riko is very little…"
I sink in.
One slow, relentless inch at a time.
Her pussy is impossibly tight (hot, velvet-soft, gripping every ridge and vein like it was molded for me).
When the head breaches her fully she squeaks, back arching, tiny toes curling in the thigh-high stockings.
Halfway in and her lower belly already shows the faintest bulge.
When I finally bottom out (balls pressed to her ass, head nudging her cervix), she comes instantly (eyes rolling back, whole body shaking, a high, keening "Daddyyyy~♡" spilling from her lips).
Clear fluid squirts gently around my shaft in rhythmic pulses, soaking the frilly skirt bunched at her waist.
I stay perfectly still for five full minutes, letting her ride it out, feeling her tiny pussy milk me in waves.
Then I start to move (long, slow, grinding strokes that never leave her completely, just pull back until the ridge of the head tugs at her entrance, then sink back in to the root).
Every thrust makes the little silver bells on her maid headband jingle softly.
I fuck her like that for two straight hours (slow, gentle, deep).
She comes eight times (each one announced with a breathless "Daddy I'm sorry, I'm cumming again~♡").
When I finally let myself go, I push as deep as her tiny body will allow and flood her (thick, endless ropes painting her womb white).
Her belly swells visibly from the volume. Cum immediately bubbles out around my shaft, running in creamy rivers down her ass and soaking the sheets.
I stay inside her, plugging every drop, and pull her into my chest.
She curls into me instantly, still in the full maid uniform, skirt still bunched, face nuzzling my neck.
"Thank you, Daddy… Riko is so full and happy…"
We fall asleep joined, her tiny body completely impaled, my arms wrapped around her like she's the most precious thing in the world.
Day 5 – Sunday, May 5 – The Bath
I bathe her like a doll.
The tub is filled with warm water and strawberry-scented bubbles.
She sits between my legs, back to my chest, tiny body completely dwarfed by mine.
I wash her slowly (soft cloth over every inch, lingering on her puffy little nipples, between her legs where she's still swollen and leaking yesterday's loads).
She giggles and squirms every time I clean inside her, then sighs and melts when I slide two fingers in to scoop out more cum.
After the bath I dry her with the fluffiest towel, dress her in one of my white dress shirts (it reaches her knees, sleeves past her hands), and carry her to the kitchen.
I feed her pieces of strawberry cake from my fork while she sits on my lap, shirt riding up, my cock buried inside her again (slow, gentle rocking while she eats).
She comes twice just from the fullness and the taste of strawberries.
Day 7 – Tuesday, May 7 – The Onesie
I buy her a pastel-pink onesie with bunny ears and a flap in the back.
She wears it all day (and night).
Whenever I want her I just unbutton the flap, push the fabric aside, and slide into her from behind while she's coloring on the floor or watching cartoons.
She never complains (just looks over her shoulder with those huge eyes and whispers "Daddy's home~♡").
#### Day 10 – Friday, May 10 – The Bedtime Ritual
Every night is the same now, and it is perfect.
8:30 p.m. – Bath, lotion, hair brushed into perfect twin tails.
8:50 p.m. – She kneels beside the bed in her onesie, hands folded, waiting for permission.
9:00 p.m. – I carry her to bed, lay her on her back, push the onesie up to her neck, and fuck her slow and deep for two to three hours while she calls me Daddy and tells me how full and safe she feels.
When I come she always thanks me, kisses my cheek, and falls asleep with me still inside her, tiny hands clutching my shirt.
Tonight is no different.
She is curled against my chest, onesie bunched under her arms, pussy softly fluttering around my softening cock, cum already leaking again.
She murmurs in her sleep, voice tiny and sweet:
"Twenty days left… Daddy please never leave Riko… Riko will be good forever…"
I stroke her hair and feel the arrow pulse warm and steady under my skin.
‹ Twenty days, two hours, and fourteen minutes remaining. ›
‹ Target devotion level: 89.94 % ›
‹ She's rooting deeper than the last one, Host. ›
I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes.
For the first time in two months…
I'm not thinking about the next arrow at all.
May is still young.
And Daddy's little girl is perfect exactly where she is.