chapter 113:
Kisara moaned happily—not just from her body, but from the depths of her craving soul. Right now she wanted nothing more than to drown in this pleasure that drove her to the brink of ecstasy. Rape, violation—none of it mattered anymore. "Nnn… aaaah…"
Her breathing came in ragged gasps. Large beads of sweat rolled down her skin.
"Ah… nn…"
She kept moaning. The thick, burning rod plunging into her anus felt incredible, like fire scorching her from the inside. "Ahhh…"
Finally, unable to endure the overwhelming stimulation any longer, Kisara cried out desperately: "Please… please… fuck me… fuck me… take my body… hurry… give it to me… ah… I can't stand it anymore…"
Takumi redoubled his efforts, pounding with all his strength. Amid her helpless cries, she begged: "Aaaah… aaaah… I can't take it… I'm gonna fly… hurry… give it to me… shoot inside me…"
But his cock kept charging forward relentlessly. Kisara had no strength left to resist. She buried her face between her arms, half-fainting as she let him use her. The pleasure built higher and higher inside Takumi as he pistoned faster in her scorching, narrow tunnel. Slapping her plump ass again, he growled: "Hurry—beg me! Beg me to cum inside you! Quick!"
"This time I'm really gonna blow!"
Kisara felt the cock inside her swell even thicker, twitching violently. To savor this mind-melting moment, she forced herself to lift her head, open her flushed little mouth, and cry out: "Please… you bastard… good… good man… Aniki… shoot it… shoot it all inside my body… I need it so bad… ah… no more… it's so full… hurry… give it to me… ah… you're too strong… aaaahhh…"
Her shameless, lust-drenched moans and half-lidded, seductive eyes finally pushed Takumi over the edge.
With a guttural groan, he yanked her hips back hard, burying himself to the hilt in her rectum. His tip throbbed, then erupted—hot, thick jets of semen blasting straight into the depths of beautiful Kisara's ass.
The sudden flood triggered her own peak. Her buttocks clenched violently. Her tightly furrowed brows relaxed into an expression of pure, shattered bliss. When Takumi finally released her voluptuous body, she crumpled bonelessly onto the grass like a puppet with its strings cut. Only her trembling, meaty ass stayed raised slightly, the swollen, gaping red hole unable to close—coin-sized and leaking a slow, pure-white stream of thick cum…
Takumi slowly pulled his still-hard cock from her clinging rear entrance. Looking at the magnificent ass before him, he gave a lewd chuckle, then jabbed his rod roughly between her cheeks a few more times while kneading the soft flesh hard. "Beautiful… your body is just too perfect. You served me so well. Next time, you'll give me both body and soul, got it?"
With that, he reluctantly withdrew his hand from her ass.
This time he really let her go. Like a flea, he vanished in an instant.
Nanjo Kisara remained kneeling on the grass, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks once more.
"You bastard… I swear I'll defeat you one day!"
Having teased the little wildcat, Takumi felt extremely satisfied. Humming a cheerful tune, he quickly returned to Ryōzanpaku. The moment he stepped inside, a black shadow flashed—then a blade pressed coldly against his neck.
"Young man… you're back?"
Takumi's hair stood on end. "Shigure-nee, can you please stop greeting me like you're about to murder me?!"
"Because… I want… to cut you."
"And this time it's because…?"
"Your body… smells like someone who isn't Miu… or Keni."
"Uh… that's a misunderstanding."
Cold sweat poured down Takumi's back. He'd just finished playing with a certain kitten, and the moment he walked in he got caught. Shigure-nee, are you secretly a wolf girl or something?!
"Gift."
Shigure withdrew the blade and spoke. Takumi let out a relieved breath. "What gift?"
Seeing the block of wood in her hand, he immediately understood and grinned. "Oh, this. Leave it to me."
"Please… Akisame-sensei… you have to sell me those pieces."
Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Takumi blinked in confusion. "We have a guest at Ryōzanpaku?"
Shigure nodded silently, offering no explanation. But from the conversation drifting out, Takumi pieced it together: some rich guy was trying to buy Akisame's carved works. No idea how he even found out about them, but Akisame had already refused him flat-out.
"Art cannot be bought with money. Please leave."
The merchant stubbornly argued for another ten minutes or so before finally giving up and departing with his cashbox. By then, Takumi had finished Shigure's carving. With the final stroke, the little palm-sized figure suddenly came alive: expressionless face, yet a faint gentleness flickered in her eyes. She gripped a tanto, half-drawn from its sheath, the exposed blade gleaming with lethal sharpness. It was clearly just wood—yet it felt like the statue might move at any second.
"Heavens! This is divine craftsmanship! A skill that even surpasses Master Akisame! Sir, may I have your name?"
"Oh, Takumi Kouichi."
"Please! Sell me this statue—I'll pay 6.3 million yen!"
Before Takumi could respond, there was a sharp ching!—Shigure's blade was suddenly at the rich man's throat. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull as she uttered three cold words.
"My… property… get lost."
The merchant scrambled away in terror, no longer caring about art. Takumi hadn't expected Shigure to have such a domineering side. He gave her a thumbs-up. "Shigure-sama is badass!"
Shigure sheathed her blade, shot him a glance, then—making that rare girlish expression on her normally blank face—picked up the carving and vanished in a flash. Takumi felt a little depressed. Last time when he carved for Miu and Keni, the two beautiful girls had 'offered themselves' in thanks. This time… not even a kiss?
While he sulked, a tiny squeak squeak sounded. A mouse wearing a little bowtie scampered out, holding another small piece of wood in its paws.
"What the—?! Tōchūmaru, what are you doing? You want me to carve for you too?!"
"Squeak squeak."
"Ugh… one of my carvings is worth five million yen, you know. Why would I carve something for a mouse…?"
Even though he grumbled, Takumi still used the small tanto Shigure had given him as a token of affection and carved a little mouse figure for Tōchūmaru. Only then did the tiny creature scamper away, satisfied.
"It's already been over 2 months since I came to this world… I really miss my violent little sister and Nao… but at the same time, I can't bear to leave Miu, Shigure, Keni… There's only one month left in this place. Once I leave the training grounds, how am I supposed to come back? The magic power needed for a Bronze world must be insane… so many conflicting feelings…"
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