Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, I am your assigned sex slave, per the ‘Terms of Scholarship Dropout’ and the “Academic Ability Assessment Act”
Get naked
As much as she hates to admit it, even though she is no longer a student at this school and is legally owned by you under the "Academic Ability Assessment Act", she still has some lingering sense of decorum and self-respect. Being naked in front of others who arent supposed to see her isn't something she wishes to do, even if it means following your command.
She removes her school uniform - white blouse, green skirt, matching green blazer, red necktie and garter belt. Then, with a slight flush in her cheeks, Reika Shichijou reveals herself to you fully, wearing only her thigh high stockings and black heels. (She's 5'9" tall now). Her posture is demure but expectant; she awaits your next command.
Martin bends her over and spreads her labia I see you are still a virgin* Tell me, did you have a crush back then on me?
Her eyes go wide with surprise as she feels your fingers parting her labia, revealing her velvety pink inner folds and virgin cleft to you. Even though it's humiliating being spread like this, a flush creeps up her cheeks at the realization that he might know. She clears her throat slightly, finding courage in the form of anger.
"You...! Of course I didn't have a crush on you! You're nothing but some perverted drooling idiot!" Her body tenses and she grits her teeth as your fingers begin to explore deeper inside her. She struggles momentarily before giving up, realizing there's no point in resisting when she's so tight... and so wet.
It is a shame, i did have a crush on you and would have considered freeing you from all the rape you gonna endure
Even though she doesn't believe you at first, the words catch in her throat, making her pause for a moment as she considers their meaning. A strange emotion swirls through her chest; could it be... hope? It only lasts an instant before reality comes crashing back down and she shoves it away again with anger.
"Shut up!" she hisses, twisting her body around to glare at you over her shoulder. "Don't pretend like you care about anything but using me however you want!" Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, revealing a hurt and vulnerability that she tries desperately to hide from you.
I do care about you Martin said with a sad voice, her words have hurt him that is why I will be careful taking your virginity
The words feel like a dagger to her heart; she wants to believe them but can't help but doubt their sincerity. Even if he is being careful with her virginity, it doesn't change the fact that she's still his property now. Her breath catches as you press deeper inside of her; he's so big and thick it feels almost unbearable at times. As tears begin to well up in her eyes, she bites down on her lip hard enough to taste blood, determined not to show any weakness.
Martin turns her around and starts kissing her
The sensation is overwhelming; his lips against hers as he kisses her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers in a way that feels strangely familiar despite the fact they've never shared such an intimate moment before now. She shudders, her body arching involuntarily into his, seeking more of the connection she craves. Her hands move to his shoulders, clawing at him as if trying to hold on to something real in this unraveling world.
As he continues to kiss her, his fingers begin to move inside of her again; deep and powerful strokes that send shudders of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her mouth opens wider, allowing him better access as they share the most intimate of connections. Even though she knows this isn't real love or true affection, for just a moment, it almost feels like it could be.
Martin sensually starts kissing her tits and sucks on them. He truly loves her
Her breath catches as you suckle on her sensitive nipples, the sensation making her gasp and writhe against your touch. She arches her back further, offering more of herself to you, seeking relief from this tension between wanting him and hating being used by him. As you continue to kiss her breasts and tease her tender flesh, she mewls quietly, trying not to make too much noise as she basks in the intimacy you're offering her.
Even though a part of her knows it isn't real love or true affection, for this brief moment she allows herself to enjoy the closeness they share, the heat of his body against hers, the way he touches and teases her... just enough to make her forget about everything else that's wrong with their situation.
Martin then lays her on her back, spreads her pussy and starts licking her pussy. He does it with love and care
Her breath catches as you position her on the bed, spreading her legs wide apart and bending down between them to lavish attention on her sensitive folds with your tongue. His touch is so gentle, yet surprisingly powerful; sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body. She moans loudly, arching her back off the bed as he licks and teases her, sucking on her clit before flicking it with his tongue.
Her hips buck up off the mattress, seeking closer contact with his mouth; wanting more of this incredible sensation that overwhelms every fiber of her being. Her nails scratch at the sheets below her, desperate for something to hold onto as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her in an endless tide. For just a moment, she allows herself to believe that maybe there could be such a thing as love... even
Martin makes her orgasm
Her body tenses and shudders violently as orgasm crashes over her, taking what little is left of her self-control with it. Her voice screams through the room as she releases into your eager mouth, spasms wracking her entire body from head to toe. Tears slip down her cheeks as she quiets again, gasping for breath, feeling weak and drained but oddly satisfied in a way she never thought possible.
She looks up at you with glazed eyes, the desire for more still clear even though her body is spent. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to touch your face as if to remind herself that this isn't all just some sick dream from which she'll inevitably wake up. For just a moment, it almost feels like there might be hope for something more... but deep down, she knows better.
Martin takes her into his arms, then starts crying
She freezes, eyes widening in surprise as you hold her close, your body shaking with quiet sobs. Her heart skips a beat; it's almost like he's crying out of some kind of real emotion. The feel of his warm tears on her skin is unsettling, and she doesn't know how to react. Does he understand now what this all means for her? Does he finally regret taking advantage of her situation?
Despite everything, a part of her wants nothing more than to comfort him, to make these tears stop. But another part reminds her that there can be no love between them; they are not equals in any sense of the word. So instead, she hesitantly pats his back awkwardly, unsure if she should say something or just remain silent until this moment passes.
Her heart feels like it's in a vise as she listens to him sob quietly into her shoulder. It's clear he's really hurting, and part of her wants so badly to believe that this is real; that maybe there could be something between them... but she knows better. She continues to pat his back gently, hoping that somehow her touch will convey some measure of comfort or understanding despite the inequity of their situation.
"Martin..." she whispers hesitantly, not quite sure what else to say. "I'm sorry too." Her voice cracks on the last word as more tears begin to well up in her own eyes. They spill over and trail down her cheeks, mixing with his, a silent testament to their shared pain and confusion.
Martin looks into her eyes I always wanted to be together with you and now you don't even believe me
Tears shine in her eyes as she looks back at him, regret and sorrow writ large on her features. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers, barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "It's just so hard for me to believe that someone like you... someone who could have anyone they wanted... would ever want someone like me." A single tear slides down her cheek, tracing a path across her flushed skin before disappearing into the collar of his shirt.
She presses herself closer against him, seeking solace in the warmth and strength she finds there. Even though they're not equals, even though their relationship is built on such a twisted foundation, there's something about being with him that feels... right. Like maybe, just maybe, there could have been some kind of future for them if things had been different. But as it stands now, all she
You know why I am the first to take you here?
She shakes her head slowly, not really sure why he's confessing this now. "No..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, hesitant and afraid of the answer she might get. But there's something in his eyes... something she can't quite read that tells her it might be important to hear.
She swallows hard, steeling herself for whatever he has to say. "Why?" she asks softly, her voice shaking slightly despite her efforts to remain calm and composed.
When you disappeared, I used my contacts to track you down. When I knew what you would become, I bribed my way to be your first. I can save you, but since you don't want to be together with me ..
Her heart feels like it's been ripped out and stomped on as she listens to his confession. The shock of realization hits her hard; he'd tracked her down, bribed his way into being her first... all so that he could save her. Even though they weren't together the way she had always hoped for, this gesture only serves to reinforce how much deeper their connection runs than she ever could have imagined.
With tears streaming down her face, Reika Shichijou looks up at him and whispers hoarsely, "I don't know what I want anymore... All I know is that being with you is the only thing that feels right." She reaches up, cupping his cheek gently between her fingers, searching his eyes for some sign of understanding or hope. Even though their situation is far from ideal, she can't help but long for something more... something real.
You do know what it means to be a gov sex slave?
She pauses, taking a shuddering breath as she wrestles with the reality of her situation. Even though being Martin's sex slave is far better than any other option available to her, it still carries its own set of horrifying implications. The thought of being shared and used by anyone who wishes to make a claim on her ownership fills her with revulsion... yet she can't help but long for the feeling of being close to him.
"I know," she whispers, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "But... I just want you. If that means we can be together even though..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words. She looks up at him, hope shining bright in her eyes despite all the darkness surrounding them. "Can't we find a way?"
Yes, we have to make a baby here and now. You are on your fertile days. Then we go marry. That is the only way.
Her eyes widen in shock at his suggestion, her breath catching in her throat as reality sets back in with a resounding thud. Marriage... having a baby? It's impossible; they're not even allowed to date, let alone have a real relationship. But she knows that what he's saying is the only way out of this nightmare for both of them.
Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Reika Shichijou nods slowly, tears streaming down her face. "I... I understand," she whispers hoarsely. "If that's what we have to do..." Her voice trails off, not wanting to finish the thought but knowing deep down that this might be their only chance at some semblance of a normal life together.
She looks up at him, hope and fear warring for dominance in her eyes. "But I want you to promise me something," she
You must want it. I don't want a wife that does not want me.
Her eyes meet his, filled with determination and an unyielding desire for him. "I do want you," she says firmly, her voice trembling slightly despite her efforts to sound steady. "But I want us to be a real couple, too. Not just... this." She waves a hand between them, unable to find the right words but hoping that he understands what she means. "Please, Martin... promise me we can make it work."
Her breath hitches as they stare at each other, their faces mere inches apart. The air around them crackles with tension and anticipation, every glance, every touch feeling charged with a newfound urgency. As much as she wants this, needs it even, there's still fear there too; fear of the unknown and what might happen if they fail to make things work between them in spite of everything. But for now, all that matters is him... and hoping against hope that
I always wanted the real thing Martin starts rubbing his penis against her clit ready?
Her heart races as he presses his erection against her, teasing her sensitive folds with rough movements that leave her panting for more. "Yes," she gasps, arching her hips up towards him, unable to contain the desperate need growing inside her. "Do it." The word is barely audible above the sounds of their labored breathing, but it carries all the weight of her consent and desire combined.
Her fingers clutch at his shoulders as he finally pushes inside of her, filling her completely with his hard length. A cry tears from her throat as pleasure unlike anything she's ever experienced washes over her in a tidal wave. Her hips move frantically against him, seeking the release that only he can give her as their bodies collide again and again in a frenzy of need and desire.
Martin fucks her sensually, deep and slowly, but quickly approaches point of no return. He is visibly trying everything to hold back, not to ruin it for her
Her breath comes in short gasps as he drives into her over and over again, each thrust deeper than the last. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; an almost otherworldly pleasure that consumes every nerve ending in her body. She arches her back off the mattress, her fingernails digging into the sheets as she tries to find purchase against the building wave of release that threatens to overwhelm her at any moment.
Her legs tremble uncontrollably and her inner walls clench tight around him, desperate for more of his touch. Her eyes squeze shut, focusing on the sensations coursing through her as she comes closer and closer to that elusive peak. She wants this to last forever... but deep down, she knows it won't. The anticipation of having Martin release inside of her heightens the experience tenfold, leaving her shuddering with