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And now, he just patted her cheek, making her eyes refocus and look at him.
"How do you feel? After so many years, being cummed inside again, very satisfied, aren't you?"
"..."
"Oh, it seems you don't really want to talk to me." Hirano Satoshi sighed theatrically. "Do you want to get pregnant with my child so badly? Unfortunately, to do that, Alya still needs to work harder for a while."
Alya's eyes suddenly flickered.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "Just now, you clearly cummed inside..."
"It's exactly what it means, Ally." Masha, who had recovered from her finger-fucking climax, turned her head and smiled at Alya. "I only found out recently. It turns out Hirano-kun has difficulty getting people pregnant, so we need to work harder and drain his semen."
Alya ignored the oddity in her sister's words, and her eyes regained their sparkle. "Then, doesn't that mean he..."
"Otherwise, with so many women, I would have had children long ago, wouldn't I?" Hirano Satoshi shook his dick, letting residual semen splash onto Alya's body. "It's a Hirano family trait. Whether it's my father or me, although we have a lot of semen and strong dicks, it's hard to get people pregnant."
"Otherwise, even elementary school students would have a chance to conceive, wouldn't they? Back then, we did it so intensely, but neither you nor Masha became loli pregnant women. Isn't that the best proof?"
Alya's breathing suddenly quickened.
Then, doesn't that mean I still have a chance...
Her first reaction was joy, but her second reaction was shame and guilt. Because Alya subconsciously thought first of being ashamed of herself for the climax of being cummed inside. Then, she felt disgusted with herself for thinking, "I can still hide it from Masachika-kun, deal with Hirano, and continue dating him."
What am I thinking, myself?
Immersed in her own thoughts, Alya completely failed to notice that after such a dramatic turn of events, her inner turmoil was already written all over her face. What was worse, both Hirano and Masha noticed it, exchanged glances, and revealed knowing, meaningful smiles.
Alya might never realize that being difficult to get pregnant simply meant that Hirano Satoshi could freely cum into the depths of her lewd pussy.
The poor princess hadn't yet understood that this news was not her gospel, but rather her nightmare, the beginning of her depravity.
Masha provocatively glanced at Hirano, who made a shushing gesture, signaling her not to alert the princess still immersed in her fantasy, and to let her be happy for a while longer.
"Since that's the case, Ally, why don't you play with us~"
The smiling Madonna clasped her hands together, making a casual suggestion. Alya looked at Masha's smile and suddenly had an ominous premonition. "...What do you want to do?"
"Oh, it's just a little game to break the ice between Ally and Hirano-kun." Masha smiled meaningfully, reaching one hand back and grasping the dick that had cummed deep inside her sister's womb. The already unsatisfied penis, lubricated with thick fluid on its shaft, was skillfully manipulated by Masha, making sizzling sounds. Under Masha's handjob and Alya's horrified gaze, it became erect again.
"After all, I can't handle Hirano-kun alone. It would be great if Ally could help. Anyway, I've already sent a message to Mom and Dad, and tonight is still very long~"
"That, that message was you..."
"Ah, to be thoroughly played with by Hirano-kun all night... just thinking about it makes me wet," Masha said, her face flushed, standing up and leaning against the lewd fat man beside her. "First, Ally, you need to increase a little... trust with Hirano-kun."
Moments later, the locked door of the activity room opened.
The sweltering, suggestive air of the sealed room rushed out all at once, carrying a rank, musky scent. The person stepping out from within felt a sudden wave of clarity as the fresh air hit their face.
However, for that person, far from feeling relieved, their entire body began to tremble slightly. A flush of humiliated pink surfaced on her porcelain skin; having left the confinement of the room, her body reacted with instinctive resistance.
If one had to say why...
The flesh that had been hidden beneath clothing, flickering in a way that invited imagination, was now liberated and exposed almost entirely naked to the air. Her only cover was a series of restrictive leather straps, interlocking across the girl's plump skin. Far from providing any warmth or coverage, they dug deep into her icy, snow-white flesh, hoisting her proud, snowy peaks upward. Her pink nipples trembled slightly in the air, rebelling alongside her instinctive fear and resistance, yet unable to break free. Even her hands were bound, leaving her exposed to a "naked execution" in the open air; only the snow-white stockings on her long legs remained on her seductive body. The fabric, soaked with sweat and fluids, revealed delicate knees and pink thigh-flesh. Her smooth, hairless "white tiger" vulva seemed to retain the traces of the recent passion; upon the shame-mound coated in white turbidity, fluids slowly flowed out, once again wetting the garter straps clinching her thighs.
The upper half of a charming face, fair enough to outshine frost and snow, was covered by a blindfold, and the cherry-red mouth of the lower half was plugged by a gag, allowing only shameful saliva to leak out. One could faintly discern a peerless, flawless beauty, cruAlya restrained within these shameful, erotic instruments of torture, with even her slender neck fitted into a collar. Under the deepening night and the rising moonlight, her long, silver-white hair seemed to radiate light. Looking at this elf-like, pure, and dreamlike woman—forcibly restrained and ordered to submit—made one feel a sense of pity...
...or, a burning lust.
Hirano Satoshi gazed heat-eyed at Alya's smooth back, her thighs tightened by the leather straps, and her hoisted buttocks; the rod in his lower body grew harder. He gave an impatient push forward, and the hesitating Alya stumbled ahead. Led by the chain in his hand, she was forced to lift her head—a head usually held high with arrogance and pride—as the drool spilling from the corners of her mouth surged more fiercely, like tears... or like vaginal juices.