"Posture upright! Circulation steady! Unify the waist and the stance! Sink your breath to the Dantian!"
Inside the main hall of the Busujima Dojo, Adrian was earnestly instructing Kotonoha Katsura on traditional breathing techniques.
If one were only listening to the audio, it would sound like a serious, disciplined martial arts lesson.
"Ugh..."
However, the visual reality was quite different.
Kotonoha's face was flushed a deep crimson. Her legs were spread wide in a deep horse stance, her hands clenched into fists, and her teeth gritted in concentration.
But who practices a horse stance completely naked?
And why was there a sheet of pristine white rice paper spread out on the floor beneath her hips?
"Come on. First, write the word 'Bitch'!"
Adrian, holding a long bamboo teaching pointer, tapped it against the side of Kotonoha's heavy, swaying breast.
"Y-Yes... Master!"
Kotonoha nodded tearfully, then began to wiggle her snow-white buttocks in a rhythmic, desperate motion.
A purple-haired wolf-hair calligraphy brush was inserted deep into the girl's anus—a tight, virgin passage that had never been touched before this training began. Maintaining the horse stance, Kotonoha had to control the brush solely with her hip movements, attempting to write the characters for "Female Dog" on the paper below.
It was an impossible task.
Trying to write legible Kanji with a brush inserted into one's rectum was a pipe dream for a novice.
In no time, the white paper was a mess of ink blotches and unintelligible scribbles.
"Stupid dog!"
Whap!
Adrian flicked his wrist. The bamboo pointer lashed out, striking Kotonoha precisely across her sensitive nipple.
"Ahhh...!"
Kotonoha immediately let out a moan that was more seductive than pained. Her nipple, struck by the whip, instantly hardened, standing erect like a bright red agate.
Over the past two days, in addition to the medicinal baths, Adrian had been feeding her a considerable amount of internal aphrodisiacs. The drugs were achieving a truly nourishing and corrupting effect from the inside out.
Now, Kotonoha was in a constant state of low-level arousal. Her mind was foggy, unable to think clearly. Her body was always flushed, always on the verge of needing release.
Like right now.
It was clearly a punishment, but to her rewired brain, it felt like a reward.
"For a virgin, you certainly act like a seasoned whore," Adrian sneered, poking her erect nipple with the tip of the pointer. "Why are you so horny?"
"Oh... uh... slut... this slut... is naturally lewd... ahhhhhh—!" the busty girl answered without hesitation, her voice trembling.
Adrian smiled. This girl was inherently timid and sensitive, but after just a few days of intensive breaking, she was almost ready.
"I think it is time to shave you," Adrian mused, sweeping the pointer down her stomach and resting it against her pubic mound. "Tell me, when do you want me to take your virginity?"
While some men preferred a thick bush—like the one Manami sported—Adrian decided that for his first virgin pet, a clean, hairless look would be more aesthetically pleasing.
"You slut... ah... um... whatever you command, Master!"
Kotonoha felt the cold bamboo pressing against her mound, and she was instantly overcome with desire. Her hips involuntarily arched forward, trying to rub her swollen clitoris against the stick.
Two days ago, the girl had tried to masturbate to relieve the drug-induced heat. Adrian had caught her. As punishment, he had tied her limbs in a spread-eagle position and left her there all night, denying her release until she was sobbing and begging.
Now, conditioning had set in. Without a direct command, Kotonoha didn't dare touch herself. She could only beg and hope.
"Looks like you need a chastity belt," Adrian said with a slight smile, seeing her desperation. "If I look away for a second, you might scratch yourself raw."
Admittedly, he knew that with just one word, she would beg him to deflower her right now. But it wasn't the right time.
He was here to play the game, not to rush to the ending. He didn't want Kotonoha to become a loose, chaotic mess like her mother. He wanted a perfect, obedient doll.
Creak—
Just as Adrian was considering which model of chastity belt to order, heavy footsteps sounded outside the dojo door.
"Master!" a servant announced loudly from the corridor. "Madam Katsura is here to visit!"
As a servant of the Busujima family, discretion was key. He didn't know what the Master was doing inside, nor did he know why the alluring Mrs. Katsura visited so frequently. He simply announced the guest and waited.
"Tell her to wait. Come back in five minutes," Adrian ordered calmly, not rising from his chair.
"Yes, Master."
The servant acknowledged the order and withdrew. If the Head of the Household said five minutes, he would ensure the guest entered exactly five minutes later. Not a second more, not a second less.
"Open your mouth."
Adrian opened a drawer and pulled out a red ball gag.
Kotonoha, hearing that her mother was just outside, was clearly flustered. The calligraphy brush tucked into her behind wobbled erratically as she trembled. Even after days of training, the deep-seated shame of being discovered by her mother still lingered.
"G-Go in...?" she mumbled as the gag was strapped tight.
Adrian pulled out a large, reinforced black suitcase from the corner and opened it.
"Inside. Now."
Without a second thought, Kotonoha crawled toward it.
It was a tight fit. The box was narrow, designed to hold a person in a specific, restrictive pose. Kotonoha had to curl up, her knees pressed to her chest, her head forced back.
Her breasts, unusually large for her age, were smashed against the sides of the transparent inner lining.
Click. Snap.
Adrian closed the lid and locked the latches. He then set the case upright.
Inside the box, Kotonoha gasped into her gag.
To her astonishment, the walls of the case—which looked black and opaque from the outside—were completely transparent from the inside. It was one-way glass.
She was trapped in a dark, tight space, naked and gagged, but she could see the entire dojo clearly.
"Master!"
Before she could process her situation, the dojo door slid open.
Manami Katsura walked into the room, her face beaming with delight and hunger.
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