Seppuku to follow master is sex slave's romance... [English] (Pixiv Fanbox)

This is an English translation of my work.

Recommended for those who are not good at Japanese.

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Author: mani

Translator: Mosaic

Fujiki Shinami, a member of the Student Council's Disciplinary Committee, and a model student at RL1 School.

She was a well-behaved honor student who excelled academically and was regarded by other students as a strict, unemotional member of the disciplinary committee, evoking a sense of fear. Despite her graceful beauty, charming figure, and straightforward personality, she wasn't exactly disliked; however, students tended to keep their distance from her.

That is exactly why when the day of her slaughter finally arrived, it attracted even more attention amongst the students than usual. To think that the fearsome disciplinary committee member, Shinami Fujiki herself - unbelievable as it seems - was going to carry out a ritual suicide.

"RL1 School High School Division Third Year, Class-X, Fujiki Shinami..."

When the school live broadcast begins, the students gather in front of the TVs, fixing their eyes on her every move.

There, on the screen, Shinami was saying with plain and indifferent tone:

"I will now carry out seppuku to follow my master in death..."

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"I... Fujiki Shinami... was a certain person's sex slave."

In a thatched hut built specifically for seppuku on the academy grounds, Shinami sits alone in a white kimono, seiza-style, facing the camera for her final confession in life.

"Despite my position as disciplinary committee member, once I took off my armband, I was his possession. Obedient and meek... I did anything. Using my throat and my anus without hesitation, making loud and lewd moans. There were days I spent providing anal service nonstop."

While she was confessing all of that, Shinami's cheeks were gradually becoming bright red and flushed. From her sensuous body wrapped in the white kimono, an intoxicating feminine scent wafts thickly, almost palpably, even without touching her.

This sexy appearance of Shinami was simply unthinkable to most students, seeing just how she usually was.

While numerous students grew aroused at the gap from her normally prim self, Shinami continued her confession, her breathing faintly trembling.

"Despite the fact that I'm a disciplinary committee member... It was me who got on my knees and begged him. On that day, I said: 'Please, keep me as your sex slave. I don't need to be your girlfriend. I don't even need to be your sex friend. Just being a mere cum dump was more than enough for me.' And I will never forget that fateful day."

Reminiscing about the past and looking forward to what the future was going to bring made her feel so elated and excited unlike never before. At this moment she was feeling the supreme kind of excitement, the one that only a livestock ordered for the slaughter would be able to feel, and it was already pricking at her genitals. Also, her nipples were already so erect that they were pressing against the white kimono, making their presence known through it.

"However... he passed away in a traffic accident a few days ago."

Even the sadness that Shinami was feeling after losing her dear master was nothing more than a climax fuel for her at the current moment.

"Please, everyone. Watch closely as this bitch who calls herself a disciplinary committee member. She was committing all kinds of shameful acts with her beloved man joins him in death as a result of a honorable suicide."

After encouraging a number of students to go into heat or get an erection, she finally closed that mouth that was so good at oral sex.

"Whenever you're ready, Shinami-san."

"Y-Yes... I am now going to cross-cut my abdomen open, cut the arteries and die..."

Urged by the member of the student council executive serving as her assistant, Shinami proceeded to perform her last ritual.

After finishing the last cup of sake handed to her, she slid the white kimono off her shoulders, exposing her beautiful upper body that she had never shown anyone other than her master. She stirred the students' imagination with her abundant naked body, then untied her belt and undressed completely.

The assistant took clothes and the empty cup, taking them away to the back room. After she came back, all preparations were finally over.

Shinami bowed towards the camera lenses, took a short sword that was placed on the white wooden stand and drew it from its sheath.

She neatly wrapped the sharp end about 10cm with white paper and placed it against her lower left abdomen.

"...Here I go... to my death."

Flashes of memory raced through Shinami's mind. Each one reminded Shinami of her own disgraceful conduct; feeling an extreme surge of excitement, Shinami started to apply force to the dagger in her hands.

"Hngh - !"

The blade pierced her smooth lower abdomen, bringing up vivid crimson blood.

Excruciating pain shot through Shinami's body - yet in addition to that, the rapture made her let out a moan that sounded like gasping.

While she was starting to drown in pleasure as a livestock, Shinami continued with her seppuku.

She carefully slid the blade further into her abdomen, watching to not tear apart the layer of fat and to prevent it from spilling out. The blade continued to slip through Shinami's beautiful abdomen, and when the crimson cross-section was finally made fresh blood started to gush out from the wound.

Shinami's cries was no longer easy to categorize. It was similar to the cry of a wild animal; she let out wordless vocalizations many times over, softly jiggling her ample breasts as if they were melting, enrapturing the audience with the contrast against her slashed abdomen.

The lustrous seppuku woven by a lascivious female body does not stop there. With one hand Shinami clutched at her breast and strongly twisted and pulled at the nipple, showing the students how she felt pleasure even amidst the pain between life and death. Shinami's figure gasping in masochistic pleasure, so different from her normal strict self, brought the students' testes to a boil.

Shinami twisting her body wildly as if doing a striptease dance, and then picked up her short sword once more and stabbed downwards with the blade towards her navel.

Now no longer caring about anything, she stabbed the entire 10cm in.

The excruciating pain of the blade reaching her muscular layer exceeded everything prior. Shinami let out an inhuman moan, her body stiffening. The color left her face, sweat beading on her forehead.

Yet still she did not drop the blade, perhaps out of obedience to her master, or perhaps out of a desire to indulge in even greater pleasure.

In any case, Shinami likely squeezed out her final ounce of strength, and with the last controlled movement in her life, cut down with the short sword all at once.

Letting out a cry resembling a lower life form, the state of her abdomen was shown in a close-up to the students.

Her belly, ripped beautifully in a cross-shape, spewed out a muddy tide of blood, slightly spilling its contents.

Now completely devoid of reason, Shinami plunged her own hand into the wound, pulling out her intestines. The excruciating pain mixing with pleasure had long since burnt out her capacity for thought, leaving her in a state of profound euphoria, grateful for her existence a livestock.

While a mixture of blood and fat flowed down her sensual thighs and spilled over the tatami mats below, the assistant's murmur echoed strangely through the room, albeit very quietly.

"Then, I will assist you."

Shinami could hear those words through the veil of her ecstatic and painful climax, and she barely managed a slight nod.

The assistant beautifully raised the blade over Shinami from behind.

The moment Shinami heard the sound of the blade being swung down and its cold edge touching her skin, she climaxed.

In the face of pleasure surpassing all else, an intense stimulation assailed her entire body.

-- In the next moment, Shinami's head was flying through the air.

After that, the headless corpse that was once known as Fujiki Shinami falls and twitches for a few more moments, as blood is sprayed.

Having thoroughly provoked the students' lust right until the end, Shinami passed away while being wrapped up in a supreme feeling of bliss.

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Afterwards, Shinami's corpse was permanently petrified according to her own wishes.

In other words, she became a sculpture.

A headless sculpture sitting naked in seiza-style.

That sculpture, which perfectly preserved her innate beauty, is not just of sexual attraction but has the value of a first-rate art piece.

On the lap of the body that still arouses sexual desire even after petrification sits her head.

Her expression seems as if she is still immersed in ecstasy.

Shinami, asleep in tranquil silence, was placed in front of her beloved master's grave.

Exposing all of her body parts permanently, she will dutifully keep accompanying her master forever.

However, those who had witnessed it could not restrain their desires.

That beautiful and strict member of the disciplinary committee confessed her deviant nature in stark contrast to her life, then perfectly preserved her naked body after death.

Shinami's seppuku video became legendary, and would continue being watched and masturbated to tens of millions of times by students over the next decades.

It was now unimaginable just how many students had indulged in masturbation after witnessing her demise - the beautiful girl who had risen from a disciplinary committee member to a sex slave.

Shinami would continue being eye-raped at and used as masturbation fodder forever.

And so, desired by countless men and women, she would eternally continue serving her master --

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