Adolescent Adam

Volume 7, Chapter 4 - Encounter in the Dark

A place could look very different between day and night.

If asked for examples of such places, a school would probably be on anyone’s list. There was a large gap between the energy of daytime and the stillness of night.

Megutono Academy’s cultural festival was finally beginning the following day. The school was covered in decorations and that enhanced the odd atmosphere.

The space changed even more for Schwarze than anyone else.

During the day, she walked through the school building as the teacher named Katsue Subaru, but now she was her true self. Walking here as Schwarze Katze made it all feel quite different.

“…Heh heh.”

This was the best place to relax on her own. She stepped inside her classroom.

Her true age was less than 20. She had been raised without any kind of non-combat education, so she had been hesitant when first told to work as a teacher. But at some point, she had grown accustomed to standing at the lectern like this.

In truth…she had wanted to be a student.

“…”

With that thought, Ren and Machina, the two who had been sent here as students, came to mind.

She had not wanted to remember either of them. That was why she had fled here instead of staying in their FeTUS hideout.

“Sigh.”

She forgot all about enjoying the nighttime school and breathed a long sigh.

Miss C, aka Schwarze Katze, had been born in the Schwarze Laboratory. The lab had been attempting to isolate the elements introduced by the Fruit of Wisdom as part of what was now known as the Holy Grail Plan.

Originally, they had been researching a way to artificially create a Witch, a human who showed especially strong signs of the Fruit of Wisdom. Naturally, only one Witch would appear in a group of several million or even dozens of millions.

The project had been suggested by a witch from 300 years ago: Miss Elisabeth. The research had begun with producing clones from her genes. Due to the Cold War’s influence, a bodily reinforcement experiment had been carried out in parallel and it had resulted in Schwarze’s creation.

The project had been absorbed by FeTUS afterwards and become a part of the Holy Grail Plan. Instead of using a clone, they had calculated back to Eve who bore the original Fruit of Wisdom and created her. That was Machina. Completing the perfect womb had been deemed a success, so the plan would be gradually brought to an end from here.

…But besides FeTUS, the research team that had joined Kurosaki was making progress with their Bioroid Plan which would reinforce the human body even further. A human with demonic elements had shown up recently and she had to be the result of that.

Schwarze smiled thinly.

“A failure like me…hm?”

This was the first time in her life she had expressed self-deprecation.

Someone with even greater bodily reinforcements had made an appearance. And the position of Eve had been officially taken by Machina due to the greater presence of the Fruit of Wisdom within her.

Schwarze could tell the rest of the world was making progress.

But she was being left behind…

“Yes, you are a hopeless failure.”

“!?”

Sudden and vulgar laughter broke out.

Even if she had grown careless, she should have noticed something before now. Schwarze frantically put up her guard.

Because she immediately recognized this voice.

“But that is no reason to feel down. Even if you are a failure…no, because you are a failure, disciplining you is so much fun.”

Someone else inexplicably stood in the room with her.

It was a large but elderly man. He was bulky and had some fat below his black suit, but the breadth of his shoulders and thickness of his pecs gave him a very solid look.

“Isn’t that right, Elisabeth?”

“Kurosaki Keigo…!”

She recognized him. She instantly extended her metal claws from her hands and prepared for battle.

She was willing to take off his head no questions asked.

“Heh heh… Why the scary look? I created the Schwarze Laboratory. So you could say I am the father who raised you.”

At the moment, FeTUS saw him as a greater threat than the angels or demons. He was the head of Kurosaki, an old Japanese family and an organization that had rebelled against Miss A and attempted to hold absolute authority over the hidden side of the world.

“Now, Elisabeth, come to me. I can pat your head for the first time in a long time.”

“! Sh-shut up!”

But when he defenselessly held out his hand, she pulled back instead of moving in to attack. And yet she could have taken off his head then.

The man continued chuckling.

“You are so rebellious, Elisabeth. But fine. A pet cat that loses its wild side would be a bore.”

His behavior remained entirely calm and composed.

For some reason, Schwarze felt herself trembling due to a strange tension rising from within her.

“Don’t call me Elisabeth… I am Schwarze. I am FeTUS Witches Miss C. I am Schwarze Katze!”

“…A black cat, you say?”

The warrior threatened him with bared teeth, but the man was unfazed.

“Do not be ridiculous. You are indeed as capricious as a cat, but the name on your collar is Elisabeth.”

He only held out his hand and he was entirely open to attack.

“I should know since I put that collar on you.”

“Sh-shut up…shut up, shut up!”

The mention of a collar made her self-conscious about her throat which of course had no collar.

She was painfully aware of how dry her throat was.

“Heh heh. You’re breathing heavily. A true testament to the Schwarze Laboratory. Your sense of smell is remarkable if you can detect my scent from this distance.” The man approached. “You’ve heard from Miss A, haven’t you? Every single homunculus created by the Kurosaki Laboratory – including you – has a safety installed, preventing them from defying me.”

“…”

She had not heard that, but she had guessed as much. That was likely why her job as Fujita Mutsuki’s bodyguard had been given to Miss B recently.

“This is that safety.”

He approached only slowly, but Schwarze found herself unable to attack or flee.

An instinctual part of her was interested in that outstretched hand.

––I want to smell it.

“Pheromones.”

“Gh…”

The slowly approaching hand slowly grabbed her mouth.

She breathed on his palm and he had her inhale the scent of his sweat. Particles of his bodily fluid entered her nose, passed through her windpipe, and reached her lungs.

“Mhhhh…?”

Not even she could believe how sweet her voice sounded.

“Heh heh. That worked better than I expected. Even your vomeronasal organ must be more effective than a human’s.”

“U-uuh.”

Black Cat could not even move anymore.

Like a drug addict, she could not stop sniffing the man’s hand.

Most of what is commonly known as a “sixth sense” refers to a sensation coming from a mammalian organ that has degenerated in humans.

But with all of her organs reinforced, Schwarze was not like your average human.

The vomeronasal is a sensory organ that still exists in cats and horses.

It is primarily used for the detection of sex attractants and the transmission of arousal substances. In other words…

For the detection of pheromones.

“And yours is special since I injected you with my cells during early childhood.”

“Gh…nn, nnhhh?”

“As you grow, your brain shuts off information from the vomeronasal organ, but due to the so-called dormitory effect, my cells had embedded themselves deep inside your sexual senses. So instead of shutting out everything, it refuses to accept anyone but me.”

Black Cat was so focused on the man’s hand that she could not hear what he was saying.

“How many times have you had sex, Elisa? Have you experienced orgasm?”

“Hhh…hhh…hh…”

She felt dizzy and incredibly intoxicated.

“Heh heh heh. Then this will be even harder on you. All of your arousal is brought by my cells…my pheromones. Everything you feel when having sex and orgasming is inextricably attached to my scent.”

“Ahhhh…ahhhhh.”

The intoxication was joined by euphoria. Her mind grew distorted and was filled by a baseless feeling of happiness.

Just as he had claimed, simply smelling his hand brought all the sexual pleasure and climaxes she had ever experienced rushing back into her mind.

From her first time to her most recent time with Mutsuki.

And all of those sensual feelings were tied to her memories of this hand…this scent.

Her memories were being rewritten to say all of that pleasure had been brought by this hand.

“Stop!”

She gathered her focus and brushed aside the hand.

Kurosaki Keigo’s eyebrows twitched.

But Black Cat wrinkled her brow even more as she jumped back. They pressed together in an upside-down V and she looked on the verge of tears.

(Blood…there’s blood.)

Her metal claws must have touched him because three wounds ran across the man’s hand.

She had attacked the enemy. That was all, but she shuddered like this had been a horrific act.

The same unnecessary guilt felt when crushing an ant rushed in at her like a surging wave.

She just about apologized. She just about prostrated herself before the man who owned that hand and that scent.

“Not to worry. The Bioroid tech that forms the foundation of your body has already been applied to me as well.”

The wounds instantly vanished. The surrounding cells wriggled and sealed them.

He reacted just like Lucia who could shrug off being bisected. The man already had demon cells residing in his body.

This was clearly the power of Kurosaki…of the enemy, so Black Cat felt a new wave of hostility rising within her.

“But I suppose a disobedient cat needs to be disciplined.”

“Hyah!?”

It happened in a split-second. The man’s next action filled her with yet another mysterious feeling.

He threw a slap at her. He struck her cheek and she fell onto her butt.

She had seen it coming, but she had been unable to dodge it. She did not know why. The best explanation she could manage was that she had not felt like dodging it.

(Wh-why not…ahh.)

“How dare you raise a hand against your father.”

The man grabbed her black hair, violently yanked her up, and slapped her again.

“You belong to me! You have from the moment you were born!”

“Stop…u-uuh…”

She wobbled and her kitten hair clip fell away. Her silky, waist-length hair flowed down.

He slapped her cheeks again and again.

She could see every blow coming, but she found herself unable to dodge or even brace for them.

She felt a sharp pain deep in her nose. The next thing she knew, tears were dripping down from her angular eyes.

(Ah…ah, ahh.)

She was crying. She could not understand it for the first few seconds.

From the moment of her birth, Schwarze had never consciously cried.

“Mh.”

The tears dislodged her contacts and the impact against her cheek sent them flying from her face.

The hidden golden color of her true eyes was revealed. Keigo stopped when he noticed.

He must have remembered that she was in disguise. He grinned, reached for her chin, and peeled back a thin layer of skin.

It was a layer of foundation on which she applied her makeup. Female Teacher Katsue Subaru had to disguise her race and age, so she used a special foundation cream that let her change her skin color, reduce its luster, and add an appropriate amount of wrinkles.

Once that was peeled away…

“Heh heh. You’re so beautiful.”

The unique milky-white skin of a white person seemed like the perfect mixture of elegance and sex appeal. The man smiled when he saw the alluring face of someone on the borderline between girlhood and womanhood.

(Kh… Calm down. Dammit, dammit.)

Meanwhile, Schwarze felt something far more unpleasant than makeup trailing down her cheeks, so she desperately tried to wipe them away.

Why was she crying? Why couldn’t she stop it? She did not know.

That warrior was confident she would not shed a tear even if a bullet pierced her heart, so she was hopelessly shaken by this.

The man in front of her grabbed her chin and pushed it upwards. She could not stop herself from facing upwards. The damp corners of her eyes clearly rose as she glared at him.

“Don’t cry, Elisabeth. I did not hit you because I hate you.”

“Shut up. Don’t call me Elizabeth! I am…I am Schwarze Katze. I am FeTUS Witches Miss C!”

“Miss C? Heh heh. Enough of that. You are my daughter.”

She shook off the hand on her chin and stood up. She tried to move away from him, but her legs tangled together and her back hit the wall.

“Now call me father. Do it.”

Kurosaki Keigo was not concerned. He approached ever so slowly, like a father playing tag with his child.

“You know the truth, don’t you?”

“Uuh…”

He stuck his hand in her suit and tightly grabbed her left breast through her blouse.

“Every drop of blood flowing though this heart should tell you: You must obey me. Listen to it race. And all I have done is approach you. And touch you.”

“Kh…hh, ah.”

He squeezed the sensitive piece of flesh and Schwarze grimaced from the sharp pain.

But at the same time, she noticed her pulse racing within it, just as the man said. And…

“Ah…ah!”

Her heated pulse sent something horribly sticky throughout her body.

Her body heated up from her blood vessels and the first part of her to react was her legs.

The long legs extending from her tight skirt pressed together so that the thighs bumped against each other.

She could not help it when she felt an intensely odd feeling running through the base of those thighs.

“…Heh heh. You can barely stand it, can you?”

The man laughed with confidence and then changed how he applied his strength.

He lovingly kneaded the bowl-shaped bulges pushing out against her white blouse.

“Ahh, kh…stop. U-uuuuh, let go.”

He tightly grasped the breasts as he massaged them, and Schwarze found herself unable to escape and brush off his hands.

All she could do was allow an endless stream of tears to flow from her eyes.

“There is nothing to worry about. You are getting worked up in reaction to this, but the one smell your vomeronasal organ can detect will calm you. Once you are used to it, the calm will come.”

The man gently embraced her as she sniffled and wiped away the tears with her wrist.

(Ah…)

Her forehead hit a surprisingly muscular chest for such an old man and she was unavoidably surrounded by his scent.

And she could not stop the extreme sense of calm rising within her.

(Wh-what is this feeling?)

Alarm bells rang in her mind. She had to push his arms away right this instant. She needed to defeat him or at least run away.

But despite those thoughts, her body went limp and she leaned into the man’s chest.

“Ah…hahh, hh.”

A sweetly ticklish pulse came from her breasts as he continued to massage them. It was carried by her blood which raced around her body at an increased rate thanks to her pumping heart.

She was in the enemy’s hands, but she could not put up a fight and simply rubbed her thighs together.

“Heh heh. Aroused? Even if they were to ensure your loyalty, they were originally a type of sex pheromone.”

Her pure white hills of flesh bounced and a plumply sweet softness filled the already soft skin. Despite his age, the man breathed heavily and squeezed the breasts in both hands.

“Oh, oh. Groping them with both hands is truly incredible.”

“Ahh… L-let…go. Don’t touch me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can see that lewd look on your face as you enjoy having your breasts groped. As your father, it is my duty to fulfill your indecent desires.”

He was clearly enjoying the heated softness and the firmness pushing back at his fingers.

But he was not entirely lying.

“A lewd…look…nkh.”

His fingers arrived at her nipples and toyed with them.

Schwarze wrinkled her brow and endured the humiliation. He might have taken her ability to resist, but she still had her pride. Or so she thought.

However…

“Ah…ah, ahhhh…?”

With a single stroke of her nipples, a strange pulse raced from her heart to every cell in her body.

She moaned, her face was sweetly heated, and the corners of her eyes were obscenely damp. If she had seen herself in a mirror, she would have thought she looked like sex itself.

“You are clearly trying to seduce a man with that look. It makes me ashamed to be your father.”

He laughed happily and must have felt freely kneading her bust was not enough because he lowered one hand.

The lines of her slender waist was apparent even through her suit, so he rubbed down along the sensual curve of her hip and then touched her butt.

“Uuh…ahh, stop…stop that.”

Schwarze had the ideal model’s figure. Her hips were positioned high and everything was perfectly tight. But her flesh itself had the unique milkiness of a white woman and seemed to absorb your finger like cream when you touched it.

The man smiled even more vulgarly as he touched her sweetly plump butt through her skirt.

“Let’s see what we have here. I need to know how much my daughter has grown since I last saw her. I need to know how lewdly my future slave’s body has been polished.”

“Ahh…”

When he gave her a shove, she was unable to react and fell over.

She now lay face up on her beloved teacher’s desk. Her knees were up on the desk as well, so her feet had left the floor and she felt like she had completely lost control of the situation.

(Kh…no, this is where…Fujita and I…)

She naturally ended up looking at the ceiling, which reminded her that this was the classroom she taught in every day.

Not only that, it was where she had first slept with Fujita Mutsuki and where he had changed her worldview.

The memories of that day returned to her. She had been placed on top of the desk much like this, he had lovingly caressed her, and he had gradually made her body his…

“Hee…”

She felt an entirely different sensation in her skirt.

“So you’re already wet. You must have known quite a bit of pleasure for someone who isn’t even 20 yet.”

He stuck his hand in her black skirt and used his four fingers to press against the crotch of her panties.

The searching movements were more like an examination than a caress. He was seeing just how soft and puffy the vulva below was.

(Ahh… ah, no. This is…too much. I can’t stand it.)

Even this mechanical movement was enough for her feminine land to grow hopelessly swollen. The inside of her panties was already drenched and she could feel her flesh bud growing.

“Heh heh. You’ve spread your legs. Hm? I seem to have raised quite a slutty daughter.”

“Ah, ahhh…no, nooo.”

Her legs had already been too weak to stop the man’s hands, but now they grew even limper.

They moved to the left and right as if to accept the sexual monster’s fingers.

“A would kill for flesh like this. Heh heh. I need to enjoy it for myself.

It was not just the type of caress that differed from Mutsuki. This man only observed her reactions and gave no thought at all to whether she was enjoying it. He abruptly unzipped his pants.

He got up on the desk, adjusted the position of his hips, and brought his hideous cock next to the woman lying on her back.

“Uuh…”

Schwarze grimaced at her first sniff of the aged and matured male hormones.

The manhood she saw to her side was grotesqueness itself. It had discolored almost to a purple, it was enormous, and it had a few large bumps that may have been what was known as pearling.

This was not an organ meant to impregnate a woman. It looked more like a tool used to violate and enjoy a woman.

“You can start by sucking it. Heh heh. But mine is pretty big, so make sure you don’t dislocate your jaw.”

“Go to hell… I-if you don’t want me to bite it off, you’d better keep that nasty thing away from me.”

Schwarze twisted around and growled at him, but…

He mercilessly slapped her. She was lying down, so the back of her head hit the desk, increasing the pain.

He grabbed her black hair and forced her head toward the penis.

“Don’t talk back to your father.”

“Uuh…uuh.”

Just like before, that one hit caused tears to well up in the warriors’ eyes.

It was not the pain; she was afraid. She was hopelessly afraid of making this man angry.

And he seemed to know exactly what state of mind she was in.

“C’mon, Elisabeth, start licking it. I know you’ll like it. Your DNA was designed to accept mine.”

“Hh…gh.”

Just as his tone grew soft, he pushed the precum-oozing head against her lips.

A film of tears covered her angular eyes and she was horribly confused.

The kind tone so soon after the violence softened her heart. But even more frightening was what she felt instead of nausea when the penis head touched her mouth. Her lips and flesh did not reject hat slightly salty flavor.

(Th-this flavor…is the same as the smell from before…)

The softness in her chest spread to her head, and in no time…

“Ngh…m-mhhh.”

She swallowed its extra-large size that pushed her jaw to the limit.

“Yes, yes. Ohh, so you can swallow it.”

The man looked satisfied as Schwarze’s soft breasts jiggled within her suit and she desperately moved her head back and forth.

The faint moonlight was enough to see the luster of the straight black hair that fluttered behind her. He likely enjoyed the gap between that silky beauty and the raw sensation of his vulgar thing shoved inside her mouth. Keigo’s lips twisted into a grin.

(U-uuh… Bite it, bite it… B-but…)

No matter how much her warrior’s instincts demanded she fight back, she only obediently pleasured him. The pride remaining in her mind had already succumbed to her fear.

And…

“Nh, nmh, hn, nn, nn.”

The hard cock moved in and out of her soft red lips with warm saliva rubbed all over it.

“Is this your first time sucking one with pearling done? Fun, isn’t it?”

“Nn, nnn.”

“Enjoy it while you can. Once a woman has been penetrated by this bad boy, the feel of the pearls is enough to get them soaked, so a blowjob is enough to drive them insane. Before long, this won’t be something new and fascinating to you.”

The man narrowed his eyes when he felt her wrap her tongue around the bottom to feel the bumps.

“No? This is already more than just fascinating for you.”

“Nhh?”

The hand still on her panties sensed the change there and his smile grew.

“You’re even wetter than before. You whore. Seeing the pearling made you more horny than scared, didn’t it?”

“Gh, kh, khhhh.”

The flesh between her shamelessly spread legs grew hotter and dripped with more nectar. Schwarze groaned at having her embarrassing secret pointed out.

But she could not resist with the strong scent of male hormones filling her mouth.

The male DNA she had sensed in her hand earlier was now setting a fire in something built into her body. Her foggy mind had decided she must not defy this man.

“Heh heh. How does my cock taste? You seem to be enjoying it.”

“Nhh, hhhh?”

And she had never experienced a manhood this large or with those bumps in it, so as it reached her throat, she found herself enthralled in sucking it.

It applied an almost painful level of pressure on her jaw and it pierced her throat. Her womanly instincts reacted to it by creating a sharp throb in her womb.

Keigo gave a satisfied smile at the masochistic blush in the corners of her eyes and he stuck his fingers inside her panties.

“Uuh, hhhhhn? Mhh, pwah…ahhhhn?”

“You’re soaked. Your desire for me has you dripping with juices.”

“Kh…”

Moans of obscene pleasure escaped the corners of the mouth filled with his penis and she wrinkled her brow in frustration.

He was exactly right. Her body and her womb would not stop its female reaction to the maleness filling up her mouth. Her vaginal walls were loosening and growing wet to allow for a better penetration. They kept wriggling as if begging it to hurry up.

(…I-I…I…)

Through her tears, she saw the ceiling…the classroom.

This teacher’s desk was the site of a few turning points in her life as a born warrior.

In April, she had stood here and taken the name of Katsue Subaru as a teacher. In June, she had been loved here and become Fujita Mutsuki’s lover.

But the massive shaft in her mouth dredged up another memory.

It was from before becoming a lover, before becoming a teacher, and before becoming a warrior.

From the moment of her birth, she had been a slave to this cock.

The man pulled back his hips and removed the large penis from her mouth.

At the same time, he pulled out the fingers he had snuck into her panties. The crevice gate produced an obscenely wet sound as its contents stuck out as if to pursue the finger.

“Pant…pant…”

She had so despised Kurosaki Keigo’s touch, but now that it had ended, she felt so forlorn that new tears wet her eyes.

The man only waited. He could predict what she would do next.

He simply waited…just like a father disciplining his daughter.

“Please…put it in.”

Schwarze forced out the words of her defeat.

“Please, ahh, I can’t wait any longer. Please show my dirty body some love.”

“…Heh heh.”

“…Father.”

She accepted it without him having to force her.

She accepted that he was a father with absolute power over her.

“Well done, Elisabeth.”

“Ah…?”

Like he had offered before, he reached out and touched her hair.

He patted her head.

Schwarze narrowed her eyes and accepted the ticklish feeling. Hers was the look of a daughter receiving her father’s praise.

As delight filled her mind, nothing else remained there. Not FeTUS and not Fujita Mutsuki.

Black Cat got up from the desk and placed her hands on the floor.

She pushed up her tight skirt and lowered her panties. Her round ass looked like a juicy white peach and she stuck it out toward the man.

Both her precious sex organ and her butthole were spread open and exposed. It was the completely submissive pose of a wild cat.

“Look how wet you are. Even a virgin boy would not hesitate to fuck that horny pussy.”

“Ahh…I’m sorry, father.”

“Not to worry. As I have been saying, you are my daughter no matter how much of a slut you are.”

The man took his time and slowly rubbed her butt.

“Ahhn? Father, don’t tease me.”

That was enough to fill her with ecstasy and send new fluids dripping down her inner thighs. She indecently wiggled her hips to beg him for more.

“Father, please give some love to your Elisabeth.”

She lowered her hips while even her anus twitched. Her pussy flesh swelled out when it touched the flesh sword.

FeTUS Witches Miss C, aka Schwarze Katze, had been reborn as Elisabeth, daughter of Kurosaki. After confirming that, the man pushed in his penis head.

“Ah, ah, ahhhhh!”

“Oh? You’re wet as can be, but you aren’t loose. In fact, you’re very tight.”

“Ahn, ah, father, that’s because…you’re too big, hyah? Hahhh!”

The giant thing sank inside of her with a rapist’s lack of restraint.

The female flesh was warm, stickily wet, and wonderfully tight. The folds seemed to catch at the cannon barrel as they traced across its contours. Any man would have hurried to complete the union.

But even though he was rough enough to make her scream, Schwarze had no hint of pain on her face.

“How do you like the pearling? Intense, isn’t it? Hm?”

There were some artificial bumps rubbing at her internal flesh and they transformed the man’s girth into an even more brutal weapon.

“~…Hhhh?”

But she still showed no sign of rejecting him.

This was not due to a warrior’s pain resistance. There was something masking the shock. The shock to her flesh was softened by his skin…no, it was something else.

“Heh heh. It seems my cells are affecting you more than the pearling.”

“Ahhhhh, hahh, father…I can feel you…inside meeee?”

“Heh heh heh. Given how you reacted to a single hand, being penetrated must be hard to bear.”

She shook her entire body and writhed at the sensation of the massive cock buried deep inside her heart-shaped butt. She was already tall, so taking it from behind with her legs straightened was enough for her every movement to be quite dynamic and provocative. The bulges of her breasts in her blouse bounced around in circles.

“Have a good taste. Your vagina was born, raised, and grown to contain me contain my DNA.”

“Ahhh, ah, ahhh…yes…ahhh.”

Sure enough, Schwarze’s honeypot was reacting differently than to any previous sex she had had.

(This is…ah, ahh? Too good. It’s going to…change me. Change me forev-…ah, ah?)

Her mind went blank.

She had smelled his hand, touched it, and had it shoved in her mouth. Those devilish instincts had been enough to shake her thoughts from foreplay alone, but now they were inserted inside her vagina. By allowing it to dock with her womb – with the core of her womanhood – it had entered the final phase.

“Your slutty honeypot can’t get enough of this, can it? Have some more.”

“Ahhhhn, ahhhh, no, don’t move so much…ahhnnnn, father?”

He moved around as if to show off his great size and he roughly dug into her stickily melted body.

He seemed to be implanting his presence in Black Cat’s instincts.

(…No, that isn’t it.)

The corners of her angled eyes narrowed as she had sex that was mostly a violation.

(He’s…reminding me.)

He was not implanting it. Nor was she changing.

(He’s reminding me…that I’m his daughter.)

“Ohh, you just tightened up some more.”

(I remember nowwww?)

Her internal flesh sucked at the penis more and more. Not even Keigo could believe how incredible her pussy was.

“Ahhhhn?”

While thrusting roughly into her, he skillfully turned the tip to the right and left.

Her soft vagina tried to fight the action by latching onto the tip even more. The more he attacked her, the more she sweetly reacted. A wild look entered the man’s eyes.

“How is it, Elisabeth? Hm? Can’t stand it, can you?”

“N-no, ahhhhn? Father…ahh, this is…too much?”

By this point, Schwarze was responding like a daughter being spoiled by her father. Her black hair fluttered behind her and she looked back over her shoulder with a deeply sensual look of feminine beauty that was also somehow juvenile.

Her flesh of course reacted as an adult. Her flushed back and her slender waist twisted as if she could not bear it. Her butt was the shiny and milky color of a white woman and it wriggled in a desperate fashion. The way her exposed anus twitched only encouraged the man’s wild side.

“Ahhhn, no, no? Father, I’m going to cum…ahhhh, I’m going to cum!”

Even so, the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice were sweet.

“Heh heh. Is that so, is that so?”

She was roughly rubbing up against him, so he let her handle the thrusting after burying his sword into the center of that plump roundness.

Instead, he reached his hands around and grabbed at the bust bouncing around as it hung down.

“Kyaaahhhn!”

He suddenly grabbed her breasts through her blouse and squeezed the tips that were solidly erect from the stimulation to her womb. She cried out in surprise.

“You’re grown a lot here as well. Heh heh. Look, look. When I squeeze them, you get even wetter deep inside, my slutty daughter.”

“Ah, ahn. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being so slutty, father. Ahahhhh, but…but it feels so good?”

He had stopped moving his hips, but the pearling and the girth had not changed. They rubbed at the tight vagina from within to attack her.

“Hyahhhh.”

Her sexy body writhed around even with the man’s arms around her.

The massage of her wet vaginal walls was enough to fill her cells and DNA with the pleasure of meeting her forgotten master.

When he toyed with her breasts as well, even the direct sensual pleasure was eaten away from her mind.

“Ahhh, ahhhhhh?”

Her dignified eyebrows sharply bent and her long, tear-damp eyelashes trembled.

With each rough attack from the giant stake and with each rub from the pearls, she forgot about the sweet and gentle pleasure that had been carved into her vaginal flesh. It was overwritten.

The boy who had given her that sweet pleasure was no longer a part of her. The name Fujita Mutsuki could not be found inside her.

“Good, good. I am about to cum as well. I will fill your womb with the cells you love so much. Let’s cum together.”

“U-uuhh…yes.”

He did not say so, but Keigo was overwhelmed by how incredible her body was.

Amid the waves of pleasure, Schwarze could sense the trembling of the stake driven into her vagina. Sensing that proof of his pleasure, she opened her scarlet lips and sweetly moaned.

“Please…father. Fill your Elisabeth with your cum.”

She bent back, extended her long legs, and pressed her hips against the man’s cannon barrel.

She knew what he was about to release. Just one whiff of that scent would alter her values. This would be the undiluted version. This would be his DNA itself.

What if that entered into the deepest level of her sex organ? What if it soaked in and implanted itself? There would be no coming back. She could never defy him again, she could never fight the angels and demons as part of FeTUS again, and she could never be by Mutsuki’s side again.

If she ran away now, she might be able to recover. If this scent could not catch up to her, she could return to her usual self. To FeTUS’s Miss C.

But she rejected that idea.

“Ahhhh, cum! Spray it all inside me!”

She offered her ass to the man at the perfect angle for him to thrust inside her.

“Kh…!”

“Hwah…?”

The pure white engraving was poured inside her madly throbbing womb.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! I’m cummiiiiiiiiiiiiing???”

Schwarze could tell how her donut-shaped cervix was hit by the powerful stream, pried open, and forced to expose the inside of her womb. Her DNA made sure to examine and taste the DNA of the owner who had been imprinted into her from the moment she was born.

“Mh, ahhhh? Ahahhhhh, father, fatherrrrrr?”

The sexual impulse was so great that Black Cat succumbed to a corrupting orgasm.

This was entirely different from what she had experienced with Fujita Mutsuki. The pleasure did not fulfill her like it had then. This pleasure seemed to make her vanish away. It worried her somewhat.

But she noticed something sad.

From the moment of her birth, her body had yearned to be melted by this roiling pleasure.

From the moment of her birth, it had been her owner giving her this pleasure.

“…Hello? Papa? What is it?”

The bell of an old-fashioned phone rang loudly in the darkness.

It was answered by an arm that reached out from below the sheets of a king-sized bed. The arm was so fat that it could be mistaken for a part of the down blanket in the darkness. The arm’s owner spoke into the receiver sleepily.

There was more movement in the sheets and two girls stuck their heads out. They were both young and slender girls who looked skinnier than the man’s arm.

One had purple hair and the smooth skin of a white person. Overall, she was slender, but her breasts alone were obscenely large and gave a sexual aura to what was otherwise just a child. Her name was Riselle.

The other had red hair that had recently been cut to shoulder length. Other than that, her face and body were indistinguishable from the angel’s. She was the demon created from Ange’s human body. Her name was Enju.

None of them was wearing any clothing, so they had likely fallen asleep after some wild lovemaking. They rubbed their eyes and scratched their heads at the sudden phone call.

“Tomorrow already? …Yes, yes, understood.”

The call did not last long and the man set down the receiver before rolling back onto the bed.

“Who was it?”

Since they were awake, Riselle used his arm as her pillow like usual.

“Papa. He says he’s defeated Black Cat-chan.”

“…Ah?”

And also like usual, the man reached his arm around her slender shoulders and to her chest.

Her breasts looked quite large, but she was only a child and had the small body to match, so he could fully cup one in his hand.

Gravity had pulled her bust to the sides, but her cheeks flushed as he rubbed them.

“Heh heh. That stubborn Black Cat-chan didn’t even take him a full night. Papa is quite the lady-killer.”

“Ahn…nhh. Well, he is…your father.”

Her reply was a quiet one.

Her voice was filled with masochistic joy. It was the voice of a slave.

“Heh heh. Elisabeth Nee-san is pretty loose, so of course she didn’t last a full night.”

Enju lay on top of Riselle’s twitching body as if asking to join in.

She kissed Riselle’s belly and rubbed her thighs. The childish body continued to tremble and the pleasure loosened her small legs, so Enju slipped her body between them.

“Ahn…”

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 punished?”

“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.

He had defeated Black Cat. The phone call just a bit earlier meant that a member of FeTUS had had her life entirely remade.

Yes, it was just as Enju had said:

“FeTUS is done for.”