The wall shared between Sayaka-san's private suite and Harold's master bedroom was a masterpiece of architectural discretion, but it couldn't silence the rhythmic, visceral thumping of a body being claimed.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Harold's fist against the stone was a blunt, arrogant sound, the sound of a man who owned the land, the house, and the woman currently being desecrated three inches from his knuckles.
"Sayaka? I know you're awake. I can hear the bedframe," Harold's voice drifted through the ventilation, muffled but heavy with the weight of possession. He didn't sound worried; he sounded like a landlord checking on a tenant who was making too much noise.
Sayaka-san was a "wrecked masterpiece" beneath Hiroki. Her emerald silk robe was a green wound against the white lace, her ivory thighs pinned wide by Hiroki's weight. Her eyes were fixed on the wall, her pupils dilated with a terror so deep it had become indistinguishable from arousal. The Sincerity Serum was screaming in her blood, turning her fear into a "taboo fuel" that made her skin burn to the touch.
Hiroki didn't stop. He sat on her chest, his cock—thick, iron-hard, and glistening with a glassy bead of pre-come—resting against her chin. Through the Predator's Eye, he could see the exact frequency of her panic. It was a beautiful, jagged wave.
[CRITICAL CHOICE: OPTION B - DOMINATION] [OBJECTIVE: FORCE THE TRUTH WHILE THE HUSBAND LISTENS]
Hiroki leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. He used the Charm Speech, turning his voice into a velvet vibration that seemed to coat her internal organs.
"Answer him, Sayaka-san," Hiroki breathed, his hand fisting in her hair to pull her head back. "Tell the 'Lord of the Archipelago' that his charity case is currently choosing which of your holes to ruin first."
"I... I can't," she gasped, her voice a shredded thread. "He'll hear the... the wetness in my throat. He knows that sound."
"Then let him hear it," Hiroki countered, his eyes dark and predatory. He shifted, dragging the head of his cock across her lips, leaving a trail of "forbidden nectar" on her mouth. "You wanted to be ruined, Auntie. You wanted to forget the Thorne name. Well, there's no better way to forget than to be used like a common whore while your husband asks for a status report."
Thump. Thump.
"Sayaka! Answer me, or I'm coming around there. I won't have you having another 'episode' without my supervision."
Hiroki felt the power of the Sovereign Protocol surge. He looked down at her body—the heavy, plush breasts swaying with her frantic breath, the nipples dark-cherry and "scraped raw" by the silk. Then, his gaze drifted lower, to the "lake of her mess" between her thighs.
"Decide for him, Sayaka-san," Hiroki whispered, his voice a low, lethal hum. "Harold is waiting. Should I answer him with the sound of me splitting your womb open? Or should I show him how his 'perfect wife' begs to have her tight, nervous little asshole stretched wide for the first time in twenty years?"
Sayaka-san's entire body convulsed. At the mention of her "other" hole, the one she had guarded like a Thorne heirloom, her asshole clenched and winked rhythmically in a shameful, involuntary invitation. The skin there was pale pink, glistening with the overflow of her pussy juice that was now running down the crease of her ass in thick, obscene rivers.
"Which one, Auntie?" Hiroki teased, his thumb circling that "forbidden ring" of muscle, feeling it flutter against his skin. "The pussy is already a ruin. It's begging for my 'stain.' But this... this little hole is where your pride is hiding. If I take this, there's no coming back. You'll just be my private, two-holed fleshlight."
"The... the pussy," she sobbed, her voice barely a whisper. "Please... not there... I can't... he's right there..."
"Wrong answer," Hiroki snarled.
He didn't wait. He grabbed her by the hips and yanked her toward the head of the bed, her ass now inches from the wall where Harold was knocking. He flipped her over, pinning her face-down into the pillows, her ass high and "shamelessly open" in the moonlight.
"Say it, Sayaka-san," Hiroki ordered, his voice a commanding rumble. "Tell him you're fine. Tell him to go back to sleep while I decide if I'm going to break your 'Thorne Dignity' from the front or the back."
The sound of Harold's footsteps retreating slightly came through the wall. "Sayaka? Is someone in there with you?"
Sayaka-san bit her own hand to keep from screaming as Hiroki's thumb dove into her pussy, mauling the swollen, purple lips, while his other hand spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing the "glistening, puckered secret" of her anus to the cold air.
"I'm... I'm alone, Harold!" she screamed into the pillow, her voice a masterpiece of "Sunday-best" deception fueled by agony. "I told you... a nightmare! Go to sleep! I don't want you... I don't want you in here right now!"
"Hmph. Fine. But if I hear another sound, I'm calling the cleaners," Harold grumbled, the sound of his bed groaning as he settled back in.
Hiroki didn't give her a second to breathe. He grabbed his cock, lining it up with her "greedy, dripping cunt," and drove in with a single, brutal, claiming thrust.
The sound was visceral—a wet, slapping squelch that echoed off the stone wall. Sayaka-san's back arched like a bow, a raw animal howl tearing from her throat that she barely managed to muffle in the lace.
"You hear that, Sayaka-san?" Hiroki asked, his voice a dark, cynical hum as he began a "merciless, mechanical rhythm." Slap. Slap. Slap. "That's the sound of your husband's failure. Every time I bottom out, I'm hitting the spot he hasn't touched in a decade. I'm marking your womb with a 'charity case's' sweat."
He fucked her until her "cunt was a ruin," his cock disappearing into the "clamping, frantic heat" of her walls. Each thrust made her heavy tits bounce against the sheets, the soft flesh slapping together with meaty thuds. He reached down and grabbed her asshole again, stretching the delicate ring of muscle as he fucked her from the other side, feeling the spasms of her second mouth as it "begged for its own destruction."
"Look at the wall, Auntie!" Hiroki snarled. "He's right there! He's dreaming of mergers while his wife is gaping and drooling under his nephew! Tell me... tell me which hole I should finish in. Should I fill your womb with my 'stain'? Or should I paint your 'Thorne pride' white?"
"The... the ass," she finally broke, her voice a shredded ruin of shame. "Please... fill it... stretch me... make me your filth... oh god, Hiroki... break the ring... ruin me for him!"
[DING!] [SUBJUGATION PROGRESS: 75%] [REWARD: SOVEREIGN STAMINA UNLOCKED]
Hiroki felt the load boiling in his balls—a "bestial, primal roar" of energy. He pulled out of her pussy with a slow, deliberate drag that turned her "pink inner walls inside-out," leaving her gaping and leaking a thick, creamy soup of fluids onto the sheets.
He didn't waste a second. He moved to her other hole, the one that was now "fluttering and desperate" after his mauling. He pressed the head of his cock against the "tight, nervous muscle."
"One last chance, Sayaka-san," Hiroki whispered, his voice a hypnotic lash. "If I go in here, you're never the Matriarch again. You're just my aunt-slut. Do you want it?"
"Yes!" she wailed, her fingers digging into the mattress until the fabric tore. "Break me! Fill my ass with your filth! Make me your two-holed whore!"
Hiroki didn't ease in. He fisted her hair, yanking her head back, and drove into her "virgin ring" with a single, devastating thrust.
The sound of her internal walls "shattering" was silent, but the physical reality was a wet, tight pop. Sayaka-san's eyes rolled white, her body seizing in a state of overwhelmed bliss.
He fucked her asshole with a "merciless, mechanical rhythm," stretching her until she was nothing but a "gaping, red wound" of submission. And then, he felt the load explode. He unloaded pulse after pulse of "scalding, forbidden seed" deep into her bowels, marking her "Thorne pride" with his white ruin.
He held her there, both of them shaking, until the last drop was wrung out of him.
But as Hiroki began to pull out, a new sound echoed from the hallway. Not from Harold's room.
Click.
The sound of a phone camera activating. A tiny, muffled shutter noise from the hallway.
Hiroki froze, his cock still "wet and thick with her mess," as he looked toward the door.
Through the wood, he could see a heat signature. Someone was standing there. And they had just recorded everything.
[DING!] [TABOO LEVEL: MAXIMUM] [MISSION UPDATE: THE FALLEN DYNASTY] [OBJECTIVE: HANDLE THE VOYEUR... OR BECOME THE ARCHIPELAGO'S BIGGEST SCANDAL]
The phone screen in the hallway lit up, and a text message notification chimed on Sayaka-san's nightstand.
Message from Ryota: "Nice view, Mom. I didn't know the 'charity case' was such a specialist in 'back-door' mergers. See you both at breakfast."