"Who are you exactly?" Seiran Hoshi stood up, her beautiful face stern. As she moved, her nearly naked, curvaceous body was fully revealed to Yuu. It was indeed a sight to behold, especially those officially certified long legs, which were even more captivating than those of the model Nana Osanai.
Yuu smiled helplessly. "Why does everyone like to ask that?"
He understood her shock, but he was too lazy to explain. Besides, since he was forcibly capturing her, he had no intention of reasoning with her. Possession came first.
"Who I am doesn't matter." Yuu closed the distance. "You have two choices: submission or death."
If Seiran were a woman of unyielding virtue who would rather die than submit, Yuu wouldn't be shameless enough to force himself on her. Such a woman deserved respect. However, if she had offended him, his "flexible" moral baseline might lead to a different outcome.
Seiran was a wanted criminal, a "bad woman," but she hadn't personally wronged him, so he wouldn't torture her unnecessarily. That said, Seiran clearly wasn't the type to die for her chastity. Being beautiful was her advantage, one she had exploited many times. Enjoying the benefits of her looks meant accepting the corresponding risks.
Seiran had long considered what would happen if she fell into enemy hands. She was prepared. Yet, when the moment arrived, she couldn't suppress her indignation and grief. She stared at Yuu, a myriad of thoughts racing through her mind, but ultimately, defiance took the upper hand.
She was unarmed, hadn't eaten or drunk in a day, and was weak, but she felt she still had a chance. She hadn't seen Yuu during the capture, and hearing him called "Boss" made her assume he was just a figurehead with powerful subordinates. It was one of life's three great illusions: I can clutch this.
Her fate, however, would be predictably grim.
Just as Seiran shifted her weight to launch an attack, Yuu suddenly took a step forward. It was a single step, yet it closed the gap instantly, bringing them close enough to feel each other's breath. Seiran instinctively stepped back, shock flashing across her face.
Yuu leaned down, whispering into her ear, "Miss Seiran, it seems the lesson from the other night didn't stick."
Seiran's heart pounded. The coldness on her face vanished, replaced by disbelief. She stumbled back two more steps, her gaze trembling as she realized the true reason for her capture. It was all because of this unfathomable, mysterious man. Looking into his calm eyes, she finally understood why he dared to confront her alone.
As Yuu actively released his aura, a tangible pressure nearly suffocated her. This was unlike any opponent she had faced. Even if she were armed and in peak condition, she had zero confidence in defeating him.
Under this crushing pressure, a flicker of stubbornness returned to her brow—her last stand. She stared daggers at him, suppressing her turmoil to ask coldly, "Mr. Hoshimiya, what do you want?"
She no longer cared about his identity; she just wanted to know his purpose.
"What do I want?" Yuu chuckled, his eyes narrowing as his sharp gaze swept over her exquisite face and fiery body. "Didn't I make it clear? I want to fuck you."
Seiran was fluent in Chinese, but she clearly missed the nuance. It took her a moment to process the pun. She wasn't Japanese; she was Russian. Both Chinese and Japanese were foreign languages to her. Since entering the room, Yuu had spoken exclusively in Chinese, and she had instinctively replied in kind.
If there was a difference, Chinese was harder. Though her mastery was excellent, Yuu could still detect a slight accent. Even so, it made him happy. After over twenty years in this world, this was the first time he could converse freely in Chinese. It felt nostalgic.
There were no genuine "Chinese girls" (China Girls) in the Conan world for him to collect. Since Seiran liked pretending to be Chinese, she would fulfill that role for him. Whenever he felt homesick, he would have her wear a cheongsam and use her warm embrace, long legs, and slick harbor to soothe his longing.
"If I refuse, do I die?" Seiran didn't feel shame or anger, just resignation. She couldn't fight, couldn't run. To live, she had to accept his terms. The question was born of lingering unwillingness, even though she knew the answer.
Yuu shrugged, not answering, but his attitude was clear.
Silence stretched in the cramped rest area. Knowing resistance was futile, Seiran still struggled to accept it. This was the purity she had guarded for 27 years. No one gives up something they've protected for two decades willingly.
Seiran hesitated, unwilling, but Yuu had no patience for dalliance. Even ignoring the trade for her life, sleeping with a high-quality male like Yuu was hardly a loss for her.
"Go next door and wash up. I'll wait here," Yuu ordered.
The temporary rest area didn't have a bathroom, but the facilities were nearby. He wanted her clean; he had broad tastes, but not dirty ones. No matter how beautiful she was, she needed to be pristine before he would put his mouth or "brother" anywhere near her.
This was also a final test. He hoped she would be smart and obedient. If she tried to run... well, he wouldn't be gentle anymore. What awaited her would be unimaginable torment.
Seiran's expression shifted before she finally walked past him on her bare feet, her long legs carrying her out the door. When she saw the environment outside, her last hope died. As an experienced criminal, she recognized she was underground immediately. And such a massive facility meant the surface territory was entirely under his control. Even if she escaped this room, she was still in his cage.
Experience was useful, but she underestimated the sheer scale of the Suzuki estate. The underground training ground was just the tip of the iceberg. The estate was so vast that driving was necessary to get around; walking from east to west would take all day. It had everything but a beach, which was why Yuu made it his base. It was comfortable and perfect for secrets.
Seiran didn't disappoint. She returned clean and noticeably more submissive, having clearly done some mental work on herself.
With no clean clothes, she wore only a bath towel wrapped around her chest and hips. Being tall and busty, the towel was precariously short. As she walked, her snowy thighs flashed, offering glimpses of gray shadow and pink flesh that might have been imagination or reality.
As the teasing vision approached, Yuu felt the heat rise. He walked up to her, placing one hand on her thigh and grabbing the towel with the other. Seiran's tall body trembled, the water droplets on her shoulder shaking off. She closed her eyes, enduring the shame as her only cover was ripped away.
Under the lights, a flawless, snow-white body was revealed.
It was a masterpiece of erotic perfection. Her skin was smooth as milk. Her breasts were large, round spheres, D-cup globes of perfect shape and whiteness, topped with pink points that looked like delicious desserts waiting to be tasted. Her legs were famously long—42 inches of perfection—but also fleshy and elastic, captivating even a connoisseur like Yuu. Between those white pillars lay the bloody, alluring sanctuary, guarded by a thick patch of gray grass.
Despite her curves, her waist and abs showed the sleek muscle tone of a fighter, adding a dangerous vitality that only served to heighten Yuu's arousal.
With Maya's "Top-Tier Ride" experience under his belt, Yuu knew how to handle a tall beauty like Seiran. He burned with lust while she kept her eyes shut, whether from shyness or avoidance. Yuu didn't care about her thoughts, only her body's cooperation.
He reached out, his hand sliding over skin that felt like warm satin. He caressed her waist, moving down past her hip bone to her soft belly, over the mound of Venus, until four fingers pressed firmly against her hot, mysterious "Jade Valley."
When his fingers touched her sensitive skin, Seiran's heart hammered against her ribs.
"Mmm..."
As his hand slid further down and invaded her, the gray-haired beauty lost control, letting out a soft, hot gasp. Realizing how lustful she sounded, she felt a wave of shame. I'm being forced... how can I feel like this?
Yuu's hand began to move with practiced skill inside her.
"Ah... uh..."
Seiran panted, the intense stimulation bringing both pleasure and tension. Her hands instinctively grabbed Yuu's wrist, trying to stop him.
Yuu frowned. Her resistance annoyed him; his patience was gone. Bad women need to learn who the master is.
Just as Seiran relaxed, thinking he had stopped, she felt a grip on her wrist and the world spun. With a cry, she was flung onto the bed. Yuu pinned her wrists down instantly. His eyes were cold and mocking.
He leaned in, his voice low and threatening. "Since you made your choice, commit to it. Otherwise..."
His breath hit her face, his aura crushing her last shred of defiance. In that moment, the ruthless international criminal was gone, replaced by submission.
Yuu kissed her violently, a dominant invasion. Seiran's eyes widened, her body stiffening as her first kiss was stolen. Pinned down and violated, she dared not resist again. She feared ruining his mood would cost her her life. Between chastity and survival, she chose survival.
After tasting her mouth thoroughly, Yuu stripped naked. Seiran thought she was ready, but seeing his massive weapon brought a fresh wave of fear.
"Why is it so big..."
Yuu laughed. "Big? Your ancestor Rasputin was rumored to be 50 centimeters."
Seiran knew the rumors were exaggerated—he was gifted, maybe 30cm, similar to Yuu's length, but nowhere near this thick or hard. Seeing it in person was a different shock entirely.
Yuu didn't elaborate. He knew that past 20cm, length didn't matter much; most women only had a depth of 8-10cm. 12cm was enough to reach the cervix, and 18cm was enough to breach it. Girth and hardness were far more critical for pleasure—and for opening the womb.
He positioned himself, holding his "Great Sword" like a butcher preparing a lamb.
"Mr. Hoshimiya... please... be gentle..."
Feeling the tip against her entrance, she pleaded. But seeing his cold gaze, she knew there was no escape. She closed her eyes and prayed for mercy.
She didn't know that with a weapon of this scale, "gentle" wasn't an option. Quick and decisive was the kindest way. Yuu knew this. Since she was obedient, he wouldn't torture her, but for his own pleasure and efficiency, he drove the sword home in one fierce thrust.
"Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much!"
The pain made her scream in Russian.
"Speak Chinese!" Yuu barked, showing no pity. Russian girls were easy to find—Natsumi was right there—but a Chinese-speaking beauty was rare. He wouldn't let her break character.
Seiran, used to hardship, gritted her teeth as the sharpest pain faded. She realized they had been speaking Chinese the whole time. She wanted to ask why his Chinese was better than hers, but Yuu gave her no chance.
The Great Sword plunged in and out, shattering her defenses.
"Ugh... it hurts... down there..." "It's so full..." "But... it feels good... ❤..."
Her tight passage was forced open, and after hundreds of thrusts, it could no longer close. What started as pain transformed into the overwhelming pleasure of being a woman under Yuu's powerful assault. Her criminal constitution gave her stamina far beyond a normal woman, so Yuu showed no mercy.
"Harder... Mr. Hoshimiya... I'm coming..." "Give it... to me... ugh..."
Seiran forgot she was being coerced. Her 27-year-old body, experiencing primal joy for the first time, let instinct take over. Her long legs tensed and relaxed in spasms. Yuu felt a flood of warm fluid wash over him, diluting the blood of her virginity.
Even so, he didn't stop. He continued his attack, determined to break Seiran Hoshi completely.