Riselle tried to close her legs, but she only managed to place her thighs around the red-headed girl’s belly. She uttered an embarrassed moan.
Enju giggled at how her every reaction was so cute.
“FeTUS is done for. I can’t wait to absorb their weapon’s research. Kurosaki’s tool development leaves something to be desired.”
“…They still have my sister and my teacher,” said Riselle in reference to Miss B and Miss A. “We can’t let our guard down yet.”
“Oh? Riselle, whose side are you on?”
“…”
The two exchanged a look of challenge.
Then they pressed their lips together. They moved their chins to the left and right as they sucked at each other’s lips as if it was a contest.
Enju and Riselle were both less than 140cm tall, but when viewed side by side, their bodies and the personality on their faces could not have been more different.
Enju had strong-willed and slanted eyes with bright cheeks. She was short, but her body already had an adult liveliness to it. As an alternative body to Jiyuuni Ange, the strongest angel, her body and expression gave off the selfishness of a capricious wildcat.
On the other hand, Riselle was harder to describe. Her body did not look fully grown, her expression lacked confidence, and she oozed a childish helplessness, like she was a doll.
Their temperaments were simply split between seme and uke respectively.
“Siding with FeTUS, Riselle? What a naughty girl.”
“Ah…nhh.”
Their kiss found its winner soon enough as Enju stuck out her tongue
and unilaterally violated Riselle’s mouth.
“And naughty girls…must be punishedd”
“Nooo, nn, nhhh.”
Their kiss continued as Enju leaned over Riselle even further.
Her lower stomach had been between Riselle’s legs before, but now it was her hips there.
“Hh, ah, wait.”
A hot sensation pressed against Riselle’s unguarded crotch and the girl blinked her deep purple eyes.
Enju clearly had a girl’s body, but a fleshy organ as thick as two fingers grew from the top of her labia – exactly where her clitoris should have been.
As a demon girl, she could use her demonic power to change the sex of just a portion of her body.
“N-not that. I’m…I’m for master’s use only…”
The penis applied pressure to her vaginal flesh and she moved her hips in protest, but…
“Heh heh. Just this once.”
The man helped while grinning at the cute girls’ embrace. He spread the juvenile gate to reveal the location of the hole.
“Noooooo! Master, you dummy!”
She had sworn her love and body to this man, but he immediately betrayed her and she screamed before she could complain.
The male organ was hardly skinny, but her juvenile hole accepted it surprisingly easily.
It was not that she was loose. She spread open with surprising flexibility and then wrapped tightly around the penis once it was inside her.
This man had made her his hundreds or even thousands of times, so she now had technique that would put a prostitute to shame.
“Ahh, ah, no, hhn?”
Yet she maintained the sensitivity of a virgin, so she moaned loudly when Enju began a cruelly rough rhythm.
“Ah? Ahn? Ah? Ah?”
Riselle was at her female friend’s mercy. Which meant being fucked, in this case.
The rubbing at her inner flesh produced enough pleasure for her expression to melt.
“You really are a masochist, Riselle. What happened to being for our master’s use only?” Enju remained calm as she thrust her hips. “Heh heh heh heh. How about you come out and tell the truth? Say you’re a slut who will spread your legs for any penis that comes along. Say you’re overwhelmed by pleasure as long as there’s a penis inside you.”
It was cheating, but Enju had lowered the nerves coefficient in the penis she grew.
That allowed her to keep her cool no matter how much stimulation it received and it was a lot like using a strap-on made of flesh.
On the other hand, Riselle only had her own body which had its most sensitive weak point mercilessly stimulated. Even now, her breathing grew heavier as she rose toward climax.
However.
“…That’s not…true.”
There was a light in her eyes other than pleasure.
“I belong…to our master. He’s special.”
She did not give in even as she was unilaterally fucked.
Briefly, Enju was overwhelmed and widened her eyes.
“…Heh heh.”
The man got up as if to say he already knew that.
“Hee…!”
“Hee…!”
The connected girls gasped in unison.
His hands reached toward their hips and then moved to their butts. Enju’s was slender with little excess flesh. Riselle’s was soft and plump. He spread them both at once and stuck his middle fingers inside.
“Hwaaaaah? Ahh, wait…master, you dummy!”
“Nkh, hey, s-stop th-…hwahhhh?”
Their red anal flesh was tensed as they pounded their sex organs together, but this surprise attack broke through and the two girls forgot all about their fight as they cried out.
“Wait, no, no…”
Each middle finger used a skillful beat to stir up that secret garden.
“Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhn!”
“Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhn!”
The two girls reached climax before they could prepare at all. They swung their hips toward their butt, which twisted their point of union until it came apart. The flesh strap-on slipped out and unreliably sprayed a translucent fluid that was likely a girl’s love juices.
“Heh heh. Enju-chan, you can’t just play around forever.”
The man pulled his fingers out like it had all been nothing.
If what those girls had been doing was “sex”, then what the man had done was “conquering”.
He controlled the girls by their pleasure with the ease of someone hitting a switch.
His name was Kurosaki Shuntarou. He was Kurosaki Keigo’s only son and the heir to the Kurosaki family that had made its fortune with research into black magic – the combination of human knowledge and demons.
He had been developed as someone to conquer the bodies and minds of the
Witches as women.
“Papa needs you, so go help him.”
“…Okay.”
She seemed a bit miffed at being interrupted at the best part, but Enju brushed back her red hair and got up. Her penis had disappeared and she wrapped a sheet around her crotch as she got out of bed.
Riselle seemed satisfied that it had ended as a draw and she rested her body for a while so her heavy breathing could calm down.
“…”
Finally, she seemed to remember something and her expression clouded over.
“What is it?”
The man rubbed her hair.
“Tomorrow…do we have to go to that Adam boy’s school?”
“That’s what he said. Papa can be so impatient.”
“Even though they’re having a cultural festival?”
“Oh…that’s right. You might end up ruining that.”
“And after my sister put so much effort into it. I feel bad.”
She frowned.
No matter how much he corrupted her, that girl remained the cousin of Lavriel Baran, aka Miss B.
The man chuckled at how worried Riselle was about her beloved cousin.
“Well, whatever happens happens. As long as things go well with Black Cat-chan, I can’t imagine the festival will be outright canceled.”
“Good…”
“More importantly, Riselle-chan.”
“…Ah?”
He showed the somber girl the thing that had grown big and swollen watching the two cute girls’ embrace.
All melancholy immediately vanished from Riselle and she turned toward it in delight.
The aroused look in her eyes showed no sign of the kind young girl worried for her cousin’s festival.
“…Heh heh.”
While she remained Miss B’s cousin, the girl’s thoughts – no, her very worldview – valued nothing higher than this manhood.
Ruling thoughts and overwriting worldviews.
Those were the Kurosaki methods.
Keigo, the current head of the family, did the same thing.