The locked door of the West Wing suite felt like a thin, wooden dam holding back a tidal wave of social annihilation. On the other side stood Harold Thorne, the man whose name was synonymous with power in the Emerald Archipelago. His heavy, rhythmic knocking echoed through the room, a sound that should have been the tolling of Hiroki's death bell, but instead felt like a frantic heartbeat punctuating the "taboo symphony" inside.
The air in the room was a "cloying, viscous fog" of spent lust and crushed dignity. The scent of Sayaka-san's "ripened, used pussy," Nanami's "shattered virginity," and the sharp, metallic ozone of the Sovereign Protocol was thick enough to taste. It was the scent of a kingdom in ruins, and Hiroki was the architect standing amidst the rubble.
[DING!] [CRITICAL THREAT: HAROLD THORNE] [SITUATIONAL MISSION: THE PUPPETEER'S DECEPTION] [OBJECTIVE: MAINTAIN TOTAL SUBJUGATION WHILE DECEIVING THE PATRIARCH] [REWARD: SOVEREIGN INVISIBILITY (PASSIVE)]
"Sayaka? Why aren't you answering? I can hear the air conditioner humming, so I know you're in there," Harold's voice boomed through the mahogany, thick with the casual authority of a man who never expected to find a locked door in his own home. "And Ryota? I saw your car in the drive. Is everyone in there?"
Hiroki didn't move. He stood behind the massive canopy bed, his shadow stretching across the "wrecked masterpiece" of the Thorne women. He was still naked, his skin glowing with a faint, predatory aura from the Sovereign Sincerity serum he had just consumed. His cock, already recovering and "pulsing with a rhythmic life of its own," was inches from Nanami's face.
Nanami was a "broken sculpture of lace and fluids". Her eyes, once cold and curious, were now "flooded with a total, addictive submission". She looked at the door, then back at Hiroki, a single string of "obscene, silver spit" connecting them.
"Answer him, Nanami," Hiroki commanded, his Sovereign Persuasion turning his voice into a velvet vibration that seemed to reach inside her and pull at her core. "Tell the 'King' that the family is just having a late-night discussion about... 'inherited debts'."
Nanami's throat worked as she swallowed the "forbidden nectar" of the night. She drew in a long, shaky breath, her fingers digging into the silk sheets that were "soaked in Hiroki's seed".
"We're... we're fine, Dad," Nanami called out.
Her voice was a miracle of deception, though it carried a slight, breathy rasp that Hiroki knew was the sound of a "cunt still twitching from its first-ever ruin".
"We're just... Ryota had a bit of a crisis. Mom and I are helping him through it. We'll be down in a few minutes."
There was a long, agonizing silence from the hallway. Harold's heavy footsteps ceased. Hiroki could almost visualize his uncle standing there, his brow furrowed, his hand resting on the brass handle.
"A crisis? At three in the morning?" Harold asked, his suspicion flaring. "What kind of crisis requires a locked door and a dark wing, Ryota? Speak up, boy."
Hiroki looked down at Ryota. The "Golden Son" was still on his knees on the rug, his "trust-fund smirk" long gone, replaced by a "pathetic, shaking mess of privilege and fear". He was masturbating frantically, his eyes wide and "locked onto Hiroki's cock," his mind completely shattered by the Sincerity Serum.
"Answer him, Ryota," Hiroki hissed, his voice a low, lethal rumble. "Tell your father you're just 'learning the value of service'."
Ryota let out a broken, animal sob. He looked at his mother—the "Ice Queen" now "gaping and leaking" on the bed—and then at his sister. He found the voice of a Thorne, even if the man inside was dead.
"I... I messed up, Dad," Ryota yelled, his voice cracking with a manufactured shame that was almost too real. "I had a... a breakdown about the Shujin exams. Mom and Nanami found me in the hall. We're just... we're talking. I'm sorry. Just give us ten minutes."
"Hmph. You're becoming soft, Ryota. Just like your cousin," Harold grumbled through the door. "Fine. Ten minutes. Then I want everyone in the study. We have things to discuss before the market opens."
The sound of Harold's polished loafers hitting the marble echoed as he walked away. The "King" was retreating, unaware that his "throne" was occupied by a "predator" who had already "gutted his dynasty".
[DING!] [MISSION SUCCESSFUL: DECEPTION COMPLETE] [REWARD: +100 SOVEREIGN POINTS] [CURRENT BALANCE: -50 POINTS] [SOVEREIGN INVISIBILITY UNLOCKED]
As the sound of Harold's retreat faded, the tension in the room snapped like a "taut wire." Sayaka-san collapsed back into the pillows, her "cunt a gaping red wound" that continued to "leak thick, silver ropes of Hiroki's load". She looked at Hiroki with eyes that were "ruined and reborn".
"He's gone," she rasped, her voice a "shredded ruin". "You... you forced them to lie to him. You've turned us into your 'private harem of broken vows'."
"I haven't turned you into anything you didn't already want to be, Sayaka-san," Hiroki said, stepping onto the bed and kneeling between the two women.
He fisted his hand in Sayaka-san's hair and Nanami's hair simultaneously, pulling their heads back until they were staring at the ceiling, their "throats long, exposed lines of surrender".
"The night isn't over," Hiroki whispered, his Charm Speech vibrating through the room. "Harold wants a meeting in ten minutes. That means we have exactly nine minutes to make sure you're both 'leaking' so much you can't even sit straight in his presence."
He didn't offer a "Sunday-best" warm-up. He grabbed Sayaka-san by the hips and Nanami by the throat, and in a single, "brutal, dual motion," he began to "maul their bodies" on the "altar of deception".
He fucked Sayaka-san's "ruined pussy" while Nanami "licked the sweat from his balls," her eyes locked on her brother's shattered face. The sound was visceral—a "wet, rhythmic slapping" of meat against meat that echoed off the mahogany bookshelves.
"Look at them, Ryota!" Hiroki snarled. "This is your legacy! This is the 'Thorne Pride' being 'painted white' with my ruin!".
He fucked Sayaka-san until she was nothing but a "sobbing, drooling mess of emerald silk and cream," and then he shifted to Nanami, driving into her "tight, red wound" with a "merciless, mechanical intensity". He bottomed out with every thrust, "punching her cervix" until her "virgin walls finally gave way," becoming a "gaping, red wound of submission".
As the nine-minute mark approached, Hiroki felt the load boiling in his balls—a "bestial, primal roar" of energy. He fisted both their hair, pulling them together, and unloaded pulse after pulse of "scalding, forbidden seed" into them, "marking the dynasty" with his white ruin.
He pulled out with a "wet, obscene pop," leaving them both "gaping and drooling" on the silk.
"Now," Hiroki said, his voice a "low and lethal" rumble. "Clean up. We have a 'King' to meet. And Sayaka-san... make sure you wear that emerald dress. I want to see how much of my 'stain' it can hide before it starts to soak through."
They moved to obey, their bodies "cock-drunk" and heavy.
But as Hiroki began to pull on his jeans, a new notification detonated in the center of his vision, one that turned his "Sovereign blood" cold.
[WARNING!] [TARGET DETECTED: MRS. KANZAKI (THE RUDE NEIGHBOR)] [LOCATION: OUTSIDE THE STUDY WINDOW] [STATUS: LIVESTREAMING TO THE ENTIRE ARCHIPELAGO]
Hiroki's breath caught. He looked toward the window. Across the gap, on the opposite balcony, Mrs. Kanzaki was standing with a professional-grade camera, her face twisted in a "venomous grin of triumph".
She wasn't just recording. She was broadcasting.
"I told you I'd catch you, you little predator!" her voice screamed through the open air.
[DING!] [MISSION FAILED: EXPOSURE IMMINENT] [SYSTEM ALERT: HAROLD THORNE HAS JUST RECEIVED THE NOTIFICATION ON HIS PHONE.]
The sound of Harold's roar from the floor below shook the mansion.
"HIROKI! SAYAKA! GET DOWN HERE!"
The sound of a heavy safe being opened echoed from the study. The sound of a shotgun being racked.