Prompt: Fuuka's Descent (Persona) (Patreon)

Summary: Fuuka Yamagishi never could say no to anyone. So when a perverted, younger boy demands she be his girlfriend, she accepts, ignorant of the dark descent she was about to take herself, and those closest to her, down. Involves: Harem Ending, Corruption, Anal, Reluctance, Dom.

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Fuuka Yamagishi had been rendered dumbfounded. She clearly must have heard the boy wrong. She put on a friendly smile, and tried not to look disappointed as she asked him to repeat what he had said. There was no way she had heard him correctly. 

“Will you be my girlfriend?” 

Her cheeks turned hot, and Fuuka’s lips parted in stunned silence. This strange boy had just walked up to her on her way out of the school, and simply dropped this bomb on her. There was barely any dialogue beforehand. Just a question and a smirk from her admirer.

“Y-you must be mistaken.” No could want her as a girlfriend, she reasoned. The very idea was preposterous. This must have been some kind of prank…

The boy had short, blonde hair, making her think he was either foreign or dyed his hair. He was clearly younger than her, a freshman who had just begun his first year. He almost looked too young for the school, were it not for his size. He was barely taller than her, but it was his width that showed his age. 

The boy was rather… rotund, to put it nicely. Fuuka didn’t want to insult the boy, not even in her thoughts, but factually speaking, he was overweight, to the point that his belly pushed against his school uniform and some of his bare skin was out for anyone to see.   

“I-I should go…” she muttered, turning away, only to stop as his hand caught her wrist. She turned her head to face him, her eyes bouncing between their linked hands and his round, grinning face. 

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” He licked his lips, stepping closer as Fuuka trembled in place. “You’re really pretty, and I want you to be mine. So be my girlfriend,” he stated plainly.

The teal-haired woman swallowed spit down her throat as her heart betrayed her. She was not a popular girl. She knew that. Fuuka was alone, with no one to talk to, no one to be with, and it pained her every day to be so alone. Other girls called her a loser, called her ugly and fat, and other terrible things…

Maybe this boy would be the company she needed. A friend to light up her life… A chance at love. The boy seemed eager to be with her, how could she reject him without giving him a chance?

The little voice in her head screaming not to accept such a horrid request was ignored and brushed away. Her mind couldn’t comprehend saying no to someone, and so she bent over for him. 

Fuuka’s confused expression gave way to a gentle smile. Her right arm slipped behind her back and caught her left as she bashfully spoke. “Um… A-are you sure? Y-you want me…?” 

“Yeah!” The boy nodded his head, before licking his lips. “You’re just my type! A total babe.” His hand reached forward and Fuuka gasped as it landed on her butt. He pulled her closer, and she stumbled, falling onto him, her hands placed on his shoulder as their lips stayed inches apart. “How could I not want a woman like you?”

Fuuka had never been called a babe before. She had always just been a girl. Never a woman. Women were meant to be sexy, beautiful, and mature… This freshman actually saw her as all these things, and Fuuka’s heart skipped a beat. She nodded her head as her cheeks burned a rosy hue. 

“O-okay. In that case, I accept. I’ll be your girlfriend, and you’ll be my boyfriend...” Just saying those words brought a spark of joy to her heart. She had a boyfriend, for the first time in her life! She fantasized about the dates and romantic walks they would share, and she opened her mouth to voice her happiness, only for her lips to caught in a kiss.

The younger boy didn’t give her a chance to react. He hand one hand on her butt, and the other in her hair, combing through her light-blue locks. Her eyes widened, and Fuuka lifted her hands up to push the larger teenager off of her, but he was far stronger than her. He pulled her closer, and her hands were trapped between their bodies as his lips began to nibble and suck on hers. 

Fuuka struggled to breathe, her lips parted, only to be filled with the boy’s tongue. His tongue plunged into her mouth and swirled around her own. His muscle slapped against the walls of her mouth, staining her with the taste of his saliva. She shuddered, her eyes rolling upward as she shivered in his hands.

If anyone were to see them, they would assume the two were simply a pair of horny teens who had been dating for a while. The kiss went on for a few more minutes as the boy’s tongue coated the inside of her mouth while one of his hands began to knead her ass, squeezing her butt. She moaned in defiance, but it could have easily been heard as one of arousal. He finally freed her, releasing her as his tongue came out of her mouth. 

He smirked at her, smacking his tongue in his mouth. Fuuka gasped for air, trails of saliva connecting their two mouths. The boy placed a hand on his girlfriend’s cheek, gently patting it. “Not bad for our first kiss, Fuuka, but you’re gonna need to work on it. Don’t want me feeling like I have to do all the work,” he chuckled.

“I-I’m sorry,” she whimpered. She didn’t mean to say those words, but they were practically a reflex for her. To apologize when she was accused of a mistake. Fuuka wiped her lips with the sleeve of your uniform, before trying to pull away, only to gasp as the boy’s hand rubbed her legs, lifting up her skirt until his hand was on her panties-covered rear. “W-wait, I-I don’t even know your name!”

“Connor,” he replied. “Connor Ito. Now come on.” He spanked her ass, making her jump. “Let’s go somewhere private…” Fuuka opened her mouth to protest, but one glare from her boyfriend’s eyes made her lips slam tightly against one another. She was pushed forward by Connor, his hand groping her ass as they walked. 

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Fuuka felt like she was in a trance. Any attempt to disobey Connor was quickly silenced with just a look in her direction. In what felt like minutes, they arrived at a small, empty house near the school. Connor unlocked the door and led her inside.

The home itself was nothing spectacular. Simple, and rustic, with nothing out of the ordinary or extravagant.

“Mom works all day, so we got the place to ourselves. Come on, let me show you my room,” he grinned, patting her butt and pointing towards a white door.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, I-” Fuuka’s protest quickly died as Connor spanked her butt, slapping it with enough force to make her gasp again. It didn’t hurt. Far from it. What affected Fuuka the most was how the gesture made her feel… 

Weak, submissive, and… bad in a good way. The timid girl shivered at the sensation as they entered the boy’s room.

The girl’s blush only got worse as she looked around the bedroom. Posters of scantily clad women covered the walls. Women in bikinis, and dresses, gorgeous models with large breasts and curvaceous bodies. Her eyes fell to the floor, the only place she could stare at without being embarrassed. 

“Hey, eyes up, I’m doing you a favor.” Fuuka obeyed without a second thought, and she looked at Connor. His hazel eyes traveled up and down her body as he grinned. “I’m gonna teach you how to kiss.”

“W-wait, I-”

“Hey, I’m the one helping you, Fuuka. You shouldn’t talk back to me,” Connor growled, losing his smile for a moment. Immediately the teal-haired girl deflated, nodding her head.

“S-sorry.”

“That’s alright.” He placed a hand on the back of her head, petting her like she was an obedient dog, and Fuuka couldn’t stop herself from melting at the warm, affectionate gesture. “I know we just started dating, but you’ll find I’m an amazing boyfriend. Now pucker your lips, slut.”

Fuuka’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth to object. She couldn’t believe what he had just said, but any thought of retaliating or standing up for herself when he kissed her and his tongue filled her mouth once more. 

She moaned as his hands fell on her butt again, and he lifted up her skirt so he could feel the soft silk of her panties. Fuuka closed her eyes, squeezing them as her mouth was filled. She could feel his tongue again, and she was surprised at how sweet it was. She felt heavy, all of a sudden, and his hands felt like they were all over her, covering her in his warmth. 

Was this that spark so many romantic movies and stories talked about…? Fuuka felt a jolt run up her spine, and she shivered against Connor as she struggled to place her hands somewhere. First his chest, then his shoulders, then around his head. She wrapped her arms around him as she tried to rub her tongue with his. 

Connor must have liked that, because suddenly she was picked up off of the floor. Fuuka moaned against his lips as she was swept off of her feet, and she broke the kiss for a moment to stare into his eyes. 

There was something animalistic in him. Something fiery. It made her shiver as he flashed his teeth. “Good. Let’s move on to the next step.” Fuuka blinked, before she felt herself falling back. She fell onto Connor’s bed, and he moved on top of her, pinning her down with his body. Her eyes widened as his hand pawed at her shirt, trying to take it off. “Strip for me. I want to see my girlfriend naked.”

“W-what?”

“What did I say about talking back, Fuuka?” 

She crumbled once again, before looking down at her clothes. Connor moved to the side, freeing her so he could better watch her. He motioned for her to start, and she obeyed, gulping down her nerves.  

Fuuka began to pull her school uniform off of her body. Her shoes and stockings came off easily, and then her top, but it was her skirt that she struggled on. She slowly shook her hips out of it, until she was in her light blue panties. All she had left was her turtleneck sweater, and she hugged herself as her cheeks burned red. 

“Well?” 

“I-I have a secret,” she muttered. “N-no one knows about it…” He raised his brow, and she avoided his stare. “I-I bind my chest.”

“What?”

“T-to look less fat,” she whimpered. “So I’ve been binding my chest ever since I came to Gekkoukan.”

“I want to see.” Connor was quick and firm in his command. “Show me.”

Fuuka had never shown anyone what she looked like. How ugly she was. Somewhere in her heart, she knew that when Connor saw, he would leave her, and that pained her. The first boy to show a real attraction to her, and she about to ruin everything…

She pulled her sweater off of her and dropped it onto the floor. Connor stared at the white sarashi around her body, his eyes never leaving it even as Fuuka began to undo it. Her breasts jiggled as they expanded into the open air.

Connor’s eyes widened, and his jaw hung open. He must have been horrified, but Fuuka’s sense of worthlessness steered her mind. Connor saw Fuuka for what she truly was. A gorgeous girl with a heavenly pair of tits. 

“W-what size are you?”

“Um, I’m an F cup.” Fuuka avoided Connor’s eyes, before she was suddenly stunned by another kiss. She closed her eyes on instinct, kissing back as her hands returned around his neck. His hand grabbed her breast, squeezing and groping the tit. The other hand pinched her nipple, making her moan again.

Fuuka had never felt such a sensation before in her life. His touch was firm, and hot, and electrifying. She shivered as she moaned, melting into his touch. She could feel it in his kiss, in his hands. H-he still thought she was pretty…

“You are so fucking hot! God, those are biggest jugs I’ve ever seen. I can’t stop keep my hands off of them!” Connor panted, moving down to kiss and nip at her neck.

“T-thank you,” she mewled, shivering at his kisses. She was overjoyed, tears in the corners of her eyes. Fuuka was being loved. Adored by a boy who truly, truly liked her.

“Enough foreplay,” he panted. “Time to pop your cherry.” She blinked in confusion, before gasping as she fell back, landing on the bed.

Connor placed his hand on her panties and he wore them off with surprising speed and strength. She was naked now, completely barren for him to see. Fuuka lifted her hands to cover herself, but Connor silently demanded she stay still. She obeyed.

“Good.” Then Connor unzipped his pants, and he threw them aside. He hadn’t been wearing boxers, and Fuuka’s eyes widened at the large, throbbing tower that hung between his legs. “Lay down and hold still.”

She obeyed the command, her hands resting on her breasts, yet her fingers were parted so that her nipples were uncovered. The tips of her chest were hard from his hands, and she wondered just what Connor would do with her next. Some part of Fuuka knew this was wrong, told her to stop, but she didn’t listen. She just watched with bated breath as his girthy, veiny penis was angled between her legs. 

Without a word of warning, he thrust inside of her, and Fuuka cried out in pain. Her fingers fell off of her chest and onto the bed, digging into the sheets.

“It’s gonna hurt, but we got to get you used to my dick. Just bare with it,” he ordered her. He kept pushing, deeper and deeper into Fuuka as her cries continued.

It hurt, but she obeyed the command. Her boyfriend gave her an order, and she wouldn’t betray his expectations. Connor clearly saw her as someone worthy of fucking, and Fuuka would not disappoint him.

He didn’t stop until she felt his testicles press against her thighs. The entire length of his dick had entered her, filling her to the point that she could see the outline of the cock around her pussy. Connor was so big…

The boy, no, man did not move. He simply laid on top of Fuuka as she slowly began to adjust to the rod inside of her. He leaned down to kiss her, and she sighed in relief, the passionate kiss easing her body. 

The change was quick, or perhaps the kiss simply made it so. From pain came pleasure, and as Connor pulled his hips back, Fuuka whimpered at the empty sensation left behind. Then he thrust forward, and she cried out again. Not out of pain, but out of ecstacy.

“How’s that feel?”

“S-sow gwood,” she moaned, quivering around his shaft. 

“Heh. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Connor placed his arms by her head and began to plow into her, again and again, fucking her body like a piston, building up speed with each movement. The bed began to rock as Fuuka cried out. The room was filled with the sounds of the creaking springs and their moans and cries. 

Fuuka’s eyes rolled into her head as she arched her back, pressing her tits into Connor’s chest.  They bounced with each thrust, and her nipples rubbing against his shirt. The girl wrapped her arms around Connor, squeezing their body together. He kissed her once more and she returned the affection, their tongues smacking against one another as her body exploded with pleasure. 

She felt her first real orgasm in that moment. She had cum before, touched herself before, but that was nothing compared to this. Her pussy’s walls tightened around his dick and he let out a low groan, firing his semen into her pussy. 

Fuuka’s body went limp and she laid on the bed unmoving. Her arms fell from his body as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Not done yet,” he growled, pulling his cock out of her pussy. Semen leaked onto his bed as he got off the bed. Fuuka watched in confusion, before gasping as he pulled her closer to the edge. He turned her body around so her large breasts were resting on the bed and he smacked his dick against her butt. “I’m not stopping until I’ve popped all your cherries, slut.”

There he went calling her that again. Rather than be offended, Fuuka blushed. She turned her head to look at Connor with one eye, and she smiled at him. 

“Do it,” she whispered. Whether or not Connor heard, or even cared for her permission, she would never know.

He rubbed the bulbous head of his dick against her asshole, before he pushed forward, stretching her ass apart. She screamed, only to bite her lips closed. Fuuka’s fingers dug into blankets as she hyperventilated.

Conor chuckled, before moaning as his dick was stroked by her tight butt. He pushed forward, bending her knees were closer to her breasts. He grabbed her legs, holding onto them as he rammed his dick in and out of her. 

Fuuka had no idea how to describe the sensation. The pain was already numbing down, replaced with a fire in her chest. She felt that fire coursing through her veins, warming her nerves. Her tongue fell out as her eyes rolled into her skull. She couldn’t see the pleasure, which just made her body even more sensitive to the butt fucking.

She came, the fire exploding in her body. Fuuka was shaking at the orgasm, before crying out as another orgasm hit her. It was like a hammer pounding a piece of hot metal. Every thrust into Fuuka’s ass changed her, bending her mind into something new.

He came inside of her again, and she trembled as another geyser of white, warm cum filled her body. It felt thick, like syrup, and it clung to the inside of her as she struggled to catch her breath.

Her body went limp, before she shivered as another orgasm rocked her body. They were like little aftershocks, small orgasms that made her twitch and moaned. It felt amazing. She had never felt so happy.

“Clean my cock.” He commanded her. Not a suggestion, or a request,  a command. He sat on the bed next to her, crossing his arms as he waited for Fuuka to serve him. 

Her light blue eyes looked at him, before following down his body to gawk at his dick. It was covered in pussy juices and globs of white semen. It should have been disgusting, and the very idea of licking something that had just been inside of her should have revolted Fuuka.

But her tongue dashed across her lips, and her pussy twitched with desire. She pushed herself up, sitting on her knees and she fell forward, her lips brushing against bell-shaped tip of Connor’s cock. She marveled at the taste, the feel, the smell… Her fingers hesitantly rose up to stroke the veiny flesh tower. She inhaled deeply, before she closed her eyes and obeyed her Master.

She took the cock down her throat, pushing her head as far as it would go. She didn’t even make it halfway, her jaw aching from the large dick. Tears pooled in her eyes as she pulled her head up, before bringing it back down halfway again. She did this again and again, each time going just a little bit lower.

Her tongue rubbed against the underside of his penis, feeling the salty taste of his shaft. It was hard to describe, sparking so many different sensations on her tongue. Savory, salty, sweet, and so much more. 

Fuuka gasped as she pulled the dick out of her mouth. Her jaw ached as she wrapped both of her hands around the shaft and began to caress it up and down with her small, tender hands. Drool and precum dripped from her lower lip as she looked up at Connor, her light blue eyes shining with eagerness to prove her worth to her boyfriend.

He smiled in approval, placing a hand on her head to bring her back down onto his cock. She accepted the position, and began to suck on the tip of his penis. Fuuka rubbed her tongue against the tip, alternating between coating it in her saliva and sucking on it.

It wasn’t long before Connor pulled her off of his cock and held her still as jets of semen fell upon her face, staining her fair skin and coating her hair in his thick semen. 

Fuuka shivered at the shower, her body shaking as her tongue swept across her lips to taste the thick seed. She felt amazing. Weightless. Tears fell down her face, mixing with the sperm. They were tears of joy as she rubbed her hands against her face, wearing his mark with pride.

She had never felt so loved before in her entire life. Fuuka looked at Connor with bright, almost innocent eyes as she uttered a single word. “More…?”

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Fuuka’s life changed after Connor entered it. Even after she became a member of SEES, she would sneak away to meet the young man. They would hide away in dark corners of the school, lips pressed together before she bent down to her knees and sucked his cock. 

Sometimes they would even fuck inside the school, and the fear Fuuka felt mixed with the pure ecstasy Connor gave her. She knew they could be caught at any moment, but rather than terrify her into stopping their game, it just made the sex all the more passionate.

The way Connor would fuck her when she went out of her way to keep quiet was some of the best sex they had. When Fuuka thought someone was just beyond the closed doors they hid behind, she would cover her mouth to hold back her moans. In return, he would slap her ass and thrust into her faster and faster until all she could do was cry out in pleasure.

They had yet to be caught, and whether that was because of pure luck, chance, or some higher power, Fuuka didn’t care. Even if she was caught, she didn’t think she would stop. She couldn’t. Connor’s cum was like a drug, and she was addicted to it. She had spent countless nights touching herself to the thought of her loving boyfriend pounding away at her ass...

Their relationship had gotten to the point where Connor didn’t even have to touch her to make her cum. He just had to convince her to push an egg-shaped vibrator into her cunt, and she bent over for him without a single argument.

That was how Fuuka found herself in her current situation. She shivered as she sat in her seat, the quiet hum of the vibrator audible only to her acute ears. The teal-haired woman moaned, biting her lower lip as the egg brought another orgasm to her. She was sure her panties were soaked at this point…

Somewhere in the school, her younger boyfriend had a remote control in his hand. At random, he would shift the pace of the vibrator. It could fluctuate from a slow, almost relaxing sensation to mind shattering orgasm after orgasm. She had no control over her own body, and Fuuka loved it. 

Fuuka loved surrendering control to him. She loved the joy he made her feel. She loved him, and she fell deeper and deeper in love with every passing orgasm.

Speaking of which, Fuuka could feel the egg inside of her shaking faster and faster inside of her. She bit her lower lip as her hips ground against her seat. No one watched her. She was a ‘timid’ girl, as far as they knew, shaking from anxiety. They had no idea she was cumming into her panties, imagining a large cock between her legs. 

Fuuka felt something wet touch her thighs, and she wondered for a moment if she had made a small puddle on her seat. She never found out as her mind went blank with ecstacy, and she shook from another orgasm. 

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Going out on dates with Connor were like dreams come true for Fuuka. 

Well, they were for the new Fuuka, who practically submerged her mind in lustful thoughts. There wasn’t an hour that went by without at least one dirty fantasy from the girl. The Fuuka would have never dared to dream such fantasies, but that was because she needed Connor to fill the void in her life. 

Every date was like another fantasy. They would go out into the town together, and Fuuka would let her breasts hang free underneath her clothes. She only wore the binds at school, alone with her Connor, she hid nothing from him. She would have walked around town naked if she could, just to please Connor.

Tonight’s date was no different. Another fantasy came to life. To the average person, they were just another happy couple in love, but under Fuuka’s sweater were several ropes, tied together to best capture her body. 

They wrapped around the base of her tits, but perhaps most importantly was that they slowly rode against her pussy with every step. A small knot pressed against her clit every time she walked, going down her wet slit and back again. 

It got to the point that she had to cling to Connor’s arm to keep from falling. She was so desperate to cum, but he made it clear that she wasn’t allowed to cum until he found a place to revel in their love. 

She was panting by the time he finally found somewhere to fuck her. It was deep in the recess of the town, and he pointed down a dark alley where no one would see them, but they still be easily found. Fuuka didn’t argue against him, pulling on his arm as she chewed her bottom lip.

Fuuka was desperate for his cock, and he smirked at how eager she was to be filled again. Once they were hidden in the shadows, she lifted her top to reveal her large breasts and the red threads that made up her bondage. She turned away from Connor and placed her hands on the wall, pushing her ass towards him. He licked his lips, lifting her skirt to find she didn’t have any underwear on her.

Connor spanked her ass, before unzipping his pants. She shivered as the cock rubbed against her inner thigh. He moved the rope aside, before shoving his cock inside of her. Her muscles seized as he pushed his dick into her tight pussy, stretching the wet tunnel once again. Fuuka did her best not to make a sound, but Connor just saw that as a challenge. He spanked her butt again, before he began to move his hips back and forth. 

It didn’t take long for his balls to slap her body with every thrust. Connor knew just where to hit to make the slut mewl, and he slammed his cock against it without mercy. He leaned forward, pressing his body into hers as his hands grabbed at her large breasts, squeezing and groping her succulent form. She was so soft in his hands, and her moans still contained a fraction of innocent splendor. Even as she met his thrusts, moving her hips in rhythm with him, she felt a pure, almost holy love in her heart for her boyfriend.

“I want you to call me Master from now on, slut,” he hissed in her ear. “Whenever we’re alone, you’ll call me that, got it?”

“Y-yes, Master!” The order fell into Fuuka’s mind, feeding a depraved need to be Connor’s perfect slut. “I love you, Master!” she mewled, tongue hanging from her mouth as her legs shaked. She had just came from his cock, the first of many orgasms.

“Heh. Love you too, slut! Keep it up! I’m gonna fill you up soon. You want that?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, Master! I need your cum, Master. I want your child!” Fuuka had dreamed of becoming his housewife. Staying at home, making him food for when he came home, preparing a nice bath for her as her pussy dripped with need…

Connor moaned as he squeezed her breasts against her chest, and he came inside of her. His jizz splashed into her, staining the wet walls of her womanhood. His dick throbbed inside of her, pouring more and more semen into her. She cried out in pleasure, her back arching as her eyes were squeezed shut.

No one came to investigate the sounds, and Connor started round two without a moment’s hesitation.

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Nothing was more important to Fuuka than Connor’s happiness. Not even the sanctity of her bonds. She was willing to betray any of them for her Master, and that terrified and excited her. Connor had filled the hole her life was afflicting by, and she adored him for it. 

He was the key to her existence, and she gave him anything he wanted, including a tour of Mitsuru Kirijo’s room. She smiled as he examined the room, and she did nothing as he opened a drawer and pulled some yen out from it, stuffing it into his pocket.

“This is a pretty nice place,” Connor commented aloud. “But let’s see what secrets the student council president keeps in her closet.” He smirked as he pulled open Mitsuru’s closet, looking inside to examine the many outfits she had inside. 

Fuuka stayed by his side, watching him pull clothes out of the closet with a frown. “Boring, boring… Come on, a slut like her has to have something good in here.” The idea of defending her friend and upperclassmen didn’t even cross Fuuka’s mind. She merely looked inside the closet with her boyfriend, trying to find something that would satisfy them.

“What about this?” she inquired, pointing at one outfit hidden in the back. Connor took it out and marveled at it, a grin forming on his face.

“Holy shit. Yeah, this is perfect for what I had in mind, slut. Good work, Fuuka.” Her cheeks lit up at the compliment, and she smiled proudly as he looked the outfit over. 

Fuuka had no idea why Mitsuru had such an outfit in her closet. The clothing resembled battle armor from some sort of fantasy movie. It sacrificed any sort of practicality on the battlefield with a focus on showing off the wearer’s skin, creating an alluring vision for anyone staring. It had golden armor for the arms and legs, with long black cloth going down each limb. The main piece was more like a bikini than anything else, with a golden bra to cover the chest and blank panties connected to them. Finishing the ensemble was a gold collar, and headband.

Connor looked at Fuuka and grinned, holding the outfit to her. “Put it on.” Her eyes widened in surprise, before she quickly nodded her head and obeyed.

He watched her change, drinking in every detail of her naked form. He seemed amused by her struggle. Fuuka’s body was far more womanly than Mitsuru’s, outclassing it in almost every regard. She tried to pull the bra onto her body, moaning as she strained to fit her much larger tits. Her red-haired leader must have been a whole size smaller, probably two. 

Eventually Fuuka was able to wear the outfit, but it strained against her curves, as if about to snap off. Connor smirked and pulled his girlfriend into his arms, and they kissed as they fell onto Mitsuru’s bed. He sucked on her tongue as he unzipped his pants and freed his cock. Without opening his eyes, he moved the black cloth out of the way and shoved his dick inside of her.

The slut was already waiting for him, already wet with need. He pinned her body down with his as began to rutt her, thrusting in and out and making the bed creak. Fuuka broke the kiss, moaning as he hammered away at her, finding just the right spot to make her scream.

She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against him as he picked up the pace. Her tits should have bounced from the force of his thrusts, but they were too tightly held down by the gold bra. 

She opened her teal eyes, staring into his eyes. She mewled, before cooing, “Fuck me...harder, Master. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Her voice grew louder with every repeat of those words. He pounded away at her body, the wet sounds of their sex filling the room. Fuuka’s juices stained Mitsuru’s bed as he came inside of her, firing cum into her like his dick was a geyser. 

Fuuka screamed in pleasure, uncaring if someone heard her climax. More of her own juices fell on Mitsuru’s bed. She arched her back, and the sound of torn cloth cut through the air. The black cloth holding the bra against her body snapped, ripped apart. The hard material popped off as her huge tits bounced up and down. The outfit was ruined, the black cloth torn in several spots as Fuuka took long, slow breaths. 

Connor pulled out of her creampied pussy to let his cum flow out, further staining the sheets. He leaned down to kiss Fuuka’s lips, and she clumsily kissed back. The kiss didn’t last long as he stood up, off of the bed.

“That was amazing, slut. We should fuck in your friends clothes more often.” Just hearing him say those words made her shiver. Thoughts bubbled inside her mind as she felt the aftershocks of her orgasm. 

“Master…?” Her voice was quiet, barely a whimper. He looked at her with an arched brow, and her lips curved into a smile. 

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“Mitsuru, Yukari, I’m so glad I found you!” Both girls looked up from their work as Fuuka approached the two. She smiled at them, a tray in her hands with cups and a teapot on top. “I made some tea and was hoping you could try it. It’s a new recipe!” 

Both girls’ eyes widened for a moment, but while Yukari held up her hand to politely decline the offer, Mitsuru spoke for the both of them.

“We’d be happy to try your tea, Fuuka-chan.” Yukar flinched, before she nodded her head.

“Thanks, Fuuka. You really didn’t have to, though.”

“I wanted to! Please, have some!” Fuuka beamed, pouring both girls a cup. She handed a cup to each girl, and they took the offered drinks. The teal-haired girl watched with eager eyes as the two girls blew on the steaming tea.

It was a new recipe. A very special one. Connor had helped her make it. He spent a few minutes of his precious time standing over a teapot of hot tea for her, letting her kiss and pump his dick. He came into the pot, filling it to the point that it was almost overflowing with the mix. Fuuka made sure to stir well, before she tried a cup of it herself. 

She waited with bated breath, licking her lips as she watched Mitsuru try the tea first. The cup rested on her lip as she sipped the tea, blinking in surprise. She pulled the cup from her lip and gently touched the corner of her mouth.

Yukari and Fuuka watched as Mitsuru’s lips curved into a proud smile. “This is lovely, Fuuka. Some of the best tea I’ve ever had, I think.”

“Really?” Yukari’s mouth hung open, before she glanced at her tea. She took a sip, closing her eyes to enhance the taste, and just like Mitsuru she smiled. “Wow, that is good…! It’s so sweet…”

“You’ve outdone yourself, Fuuka.”

“Yeah! Great work!”

“Oh, thank you. I can’t take all the credit, though. A friend helped me, actually.” The three girls grinned at one another, talking to each other as they continued to drink the cum-tea blend. Fuuka was proud to see the other girls’ insatiable appetite for the concoction. They emptied the teapot together, and Fuuka knew both girls still hungered for more.

She stood up eventually, bidding farewell to them as she took the pot and cups to the kitchen. After placing the used items in the sink, she let out a quiet moan. Fuuka lifted a hand to touch the leather collar around her neck. She felt the smooth surface, before her fingers felt the gold plate.

No one could see the collar. It was perfectly hidden under her clothes, but just knowing it was there was enough to make Fuuka beam. She traced the small plate the collar had, reading the letters through her sense of touch.

“Property of Connor Ito,” she cooed, closing her eyes as her pussy moistened. 

She had to do something amazing for her love. He deserved only the best, and she knew the first step to giving him the life he deserved...

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Connor moaned as he felt his bitch’s lips on his balls. He sat on a sofa, leaning back against the soft cushions. His new home was spacious, and well furnished, and he enjoyed his movie on his new TV. His bitch sucked on his nuts tenderly as he watched the porno. 

“Your boss sure knows how to take it up the ass, whore,” he commented, glancing down at his maid. 

“Yes, Master. She’s a slut,” Kikuno replied from between his legs. The older woman was dressed in a maid’s outfit, fitting considering that was her official job, but Mitsuru had made it clear that her new job was whatever Connor wanted it to be. 

Today, it was to clean his balls with her mouth. 

Mitsuru moaned on the TV screen, crying out in pleasure as Connor jizzed inside her ass, marking her as another slut. She looked into the camera, right at the real Connor, and smiled. 

“My name is Mitsuru Kirijo, and I’m Connor Ito’s slut. He is my Master…” The redhead moaned, quivering as she came yet again.

“Master, your dinner is completed.” Aigis’ voice announced. She walked into the room, her body naked. Her robotic frame had gotten a few upgrades since becoming his slave. A more shapely body, a synthetic pussy and womb, the ability to actually feel every inch of his dick when he fucked her… 

Connor loved having Mitsuru under his control. The woman was practically throwing millions of dollars his way, and she promised all of this was just a fraction of the power her company had. He could do whatever he wanted, and all he had to do was fuck that bitch once a week.

Yukari and Kotone followed Aigis into the room, each smiling and swaying their hips. All three girls had been Fuuka’s friends, and all three were now part of his harem. Each of them carried a plate of food as they sat on his sofa to feed him.

“Here, Master, try this!” Yukari beamed, lifting up a sandwich for him.

“Master, I made this for you!” Kotone added, holding up a bowl of sliced fruit. 

“Master, I have prepared a steak for you cooked to acceptable parameters. I hope you enjoy it,” Aigis smiled, inching closer so her body was pressed against his arm. She kissed his cheek, to the jealousy of the other girls. 

“Calm down, ladies. The night’s still young. Are you done making the cake yet?” All three girls nodded, and he loved seeing how happy they were to serve him. Even Kikuo moaned against his balls, trying to answer her Master.

“Good. Tonight’s a special oca-” There was the sound of a doorbell, and Connor beamed. The party was starting. It was rare he could get his entire harem together, but like he was going to say, tonight was a special occasion. 

He stood up, and all four of the girls followed him like he was the leader of their pack. Even Kotone, the field leader of SEES eagerly followed him. They walked to the front door of the house and he opened it to find almost a dozen beaming faces waiting for him.

Ten beautiful women swooned at the sight of him, all of them staring at him with hungry, submissive eyes. They must have just come from the school, because many of them were still wearing their school uniforms. The girls ran to embrace him, giving their practiced greetings to the man they loved and adored.

“Master! I thought about you all day!” Miss Toriumi swayed forward, kissing his lips and tasting his tongue with a moan. The older woman sucked on his tongue, before she broke the kiss and walked inside. Connor spanked her ass when she walked past him. 

Rio ran forward and replaced the teacher, throwing her arms around Connor’s neck to kiss him. She peppered his cheek as she cooed, “Love you, Master!” He had to pull her off by her ponytail, grinning. 

Chihiro pulled her glasses off and slammed her lips against Connor. She moaned as they made out, the usually shy girl burning with desire for him. She pulled back, swallowing his spit as she walked i with an eager smirk. 

Saori, an older student, hugged her Master tightly. She moaned as Connor groped her ass and kissed her neck, leaving hickies on her pale skin.

Yuko and Natsuki, the two ganguro beauties, were practically humping his body as they both kissed his lips. Their tongues rubbed against each other as they fought for the taste of their Master. 

Chidori was next, and she moaned and quivered as she kissed the large man. She broke the kiss, lovingly staring into his eyes. “I’ve missed you so much, Master… Junpei isn’t expecting me back until tomorrow. I’m yours all night.”

The next girl was one of his favorites. She said her name was Elizabeth, and she came out of nowhere to join in the fun. Kotone just came with her one day, and Elizabeth begged for his cock. He fucked her like he did all of his sluts, and he’d been one of his favorite slaves since. She was a strange, excitable woman, but damn she was good in bed.

Elizabeth tossed her hat to the ground and threw herself at Connor, jumping onto him. Her arms and legs wrapped around his body as she giggled, kissing his lips, then nose, cheeks, before his lips again. 

“Master! My magnificent Master! How wonderful it is to be with you! Mistress Fuuka was helping me shop for something to special to wear on our next date!” She kissed his lips again and released him, smiling. “I cannot wait to show you.” Without another word, she walked into the home.

That left his first and second girls outside still. His favorite lover, and her own, personal slave. Mitsuru and Fuuka’s relationship had changed over the months since Connor began forming his harem. It was almost as if they had switched personalities. 

Fuuka stood before her Master in an outfit that clearly didn’t follow school procedure. Her skirt was too short, showing off her slender legs, and her sweater had a hole cut into it to show off her ample cleavage. She glowed with confidence, a sensual smile on her lips as she held Mitsuru’s leash.

The rich woman was wearing her usual attire, save for the collar that should have been hidden under her collar. It would have been, were it not for the leash in Fuuka’s hand. She pulled on it, silently ordering Mitsuru forward and the older woman bowed her head.

“Master, I take it everything has been to your liking.”

“It sure has.” He spanked Mitsuru’s ass, and she moaned at the touch. The once proud and noble woman shivered, blushing at his gaze. “Go get inside,” he ordered her, before kissing her lips. It was a quick, chaste kiss, one that left her starving for more as Fuuka released her and allowed Mitsuru to scurry inside.

That left the two alone, and Fuuka beamed as she embraced her Master. The two kissed, and they moaned, their lips and tongue fitting perfectly together. They wrestled, almost like equals, before Fuuka surrendered herself to him and gently suckled on his tongue. They broke apart and she leaned in close to nuzzle his face.

“Happy birthday, slut,” he whispered.

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The party was all in Fuuka’s honor. The other girls congratulated her and handed her presents, almost as if nothing had ever changed. Connor stood by his favorite lover’s side, holding her against him as cuddled against his side. Neither wanted to part from the other, it seemed. 

Eventually the cake was rolled in, and it was a beautiful sight. A tall, multiple layered cake that had to stand on a cart to be brought in. It was decorated with pink and blue flowers made of icing, and it had a single candle on top of it, with a small flame dancing on top. Connor allowed his girlfriend to pull away from him, and Fuuka stood before the cake with an awed expression.

“Time to make a wish,” Connor declared, motioning to the candle. 

Fuuka looked at it, before glancing back at her boyfriend. She closed her eyes and stood on the tips of her toes, before blowing the candle out. The girls clapped and congratulated their friend as Fuuka licked her lips. 

“What did you wish for?” he asked.

She just smiled, before picking up an icing flower from the cake and placing it between her lips. Fuuka kissed her boyfriend, moaning as he licked the sweet cream away, before simply kissing her. 

They pulled apart as Fuuka whispered against his lips. “Use your harem, Master…”

And use him they did.

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The other women laid around Fuuka and Connor like some kind of depraved ritual. Each of them was filled with semen, cum dripping out of their pussies, moaning in their half-sleep as the couple continued to make love in the center of the room. 

Fuuka was the only slave able to keep up with their Master, and she kissed his lips as he came inside her. They gave up counting over an hour ago. The woman moaned against her boyfriend’s lips, and they parted to smile at one another.

They shared a tender moment in each other’s arms. Fuuka gently stroked his face as she whispered, “You deserve all of this, Master…”

“Heh. God, I love you.”

“Not as much as I love you.” And they kissed again as their love fueled them onward. Fuuka continued to bounce on Connor’s cock as they cried out in pure ecstacy.