Vol. 9 Chapter 6.2 – Breaking the Saint II

Combined chapter of 6.2 & 6.3

My penis stood magnificently erect, thrusting toward the heavens. When I deliberately shoved it right in front of her face as if to show it off, Yolanda-san, without needing to be told anything, began running her tongue over it on her own.

The cool, defiant look she had worn when she was first captured and brought here had vanished. Now, those eyes of hers had become weak and helpless, doing nothing but begging for my mercy.

“Uuuugh……”

Tears spilled down the grown woman’s face as she extended her pink tongue between sobs. She was a beautiful foreign woman, gorgeous enough that it wouldn’t have seemed strange to see her gracing the cover of an overseas gravure magazine.

She meticulously ran her tongue from the tip all the way to the base, carefully licking away the clear fluid that seeped out.

Her sorrow probably wasn’t an act. But contrary to that, the sight of her eagerly licking my penis wasn’t a lie either.

That was how I had trained her.

By now, she had become a dick junkie who simply couldn’t help wanting to take my penis into both her upper and her lower mouth.

“Hey, bitch! Does my dick taste good?”

“Yes, Confinement King-sama’s dick……tastes delicious.”

Yolanda-san immediately parroted the answer back.

Absolute obedience to me. Just how many terrible things had she been subjected to until now because she had refused to accept that?

There shouldn’t have been even the slightest fragment of defiance left inside her anymore.

If anything remained at all, it would be her concern for her younger sister.

Most likely, that was precisely the key to bringing her all the way to 『Enslaved』.

Still on all fours, she awkwardly craned her neck forward and licked the shaft through her tears. There was no other word for the sight but pitiful. Her sculpted beauty only made the misery of it all stand out even more.

She looked up at me with pleading eyes.

“Confinement King-sama……have mercy…… Please…… forgive my sister…… forgive Claudia. I-I’ll do anything…… please.”

At that moment, one of the maids struck her exposed buttocks hard.

“Kyahn!?”

“How shameless of you to make demands of Confinement King-sama! You bitch!”

Perhaps because she had been forbidden from speaking like a human for so long, Yolanda-san let out a dog-like yelp. When the maid glared at her, she timidly shrank back.

“If Confinement King-sama desires it, we could mince your sister into meat and serve her as your breakfast tomorrow, you know?”

The maid──I still couldn’t really tell which one was which, but I think it was Saito-san. At her threatening remark, I couldn’t help doing a double take.

‘I don’t want that! I said I don’t want that!?’

When I furtively glanced toward Claudia-san, her complexion had become even paler.

Perhaps she understood that the maid hadn’t been bluffing.

While concealing just how horrified I felt inside, I jerked my chin toward Yolanda-san and spoke in an emotionless voice.

“You can put it in your mouth.”

“Th-thank you very much!”

The instant I said that, she dropped to her knees, took my penis into her mouth and began working it desperately.

There was not the slightest hesitation in her movements. If she was told she could put it in her mouth, then naturally, she would do so. That was how I had trained her.

Even as tears streamed down her face, the blonde beauty mindlessly sucked away at my penis.

A sharply defined jawline. She stretched the area beneath her nose out as far as she could, ruining her beautiful features as she shamelessly stroked my penis upward with her lips.

Jubo! Jubo! Obscene, wet sounds echoed throughout the room, while Claudia-san, restrained from behind by Kishijo-san, let out a hoarse voice thick with despair.

“F-Fumio…w-we’re f-friends, right? P-please, that’s enough already. O-okay? I-I’ll apologize, so please let Onee-chan go.”

“Let her go? You don’t have to worry. Your Onee-chan is enjoying herself. Right? Isn’t that so?”

“Jubo, yesh, Confinement’ King-sama, I’m sho happy… jubuu.”

To Claudia-san’s eyes, Yolanda-san must have looked pitiful, her brows drawn together in apparent anguish and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked desperately on the dick.

But Yolanda herself was genuinely delighted simply by being allowed to have my penis in her mouth. At least, that part was real.

“Jupu… puha…Confinement King-sama, please. I don’t care what happens to me, but Claudia… p-please forgive her. P-please.”

“You—! You’re still saying things like that?!”

“Wait.”

I stopped the maid as she raised her hand again, then hooked a fingertip beneath Yolanda-san’s chin and tilted her face upward.

“Depending on how well you serve me, I might consider it.”

“Th-thank you very much!”

I could see a faint, fragile light of hope appear deep within her eyes.

‘…This slightly gives me excitement.’

Just imagining being able to fully enjoy watching these sisters care for one another while shedding tears and becoming covered in humiliation was already enough to make me feel as though I might reach my climax.

I reached toward the crotch of the kneeling Yolanda-san and wound the nectar already overflowing from her pussy around my fingers.

“Nn… ah, aah…”

“You really are a female dog. You’re already completely soaking wet.”

Keeping my hand there, I slid a finger into her slit and slowly stirred the soft flesh within. Thick fluid dripped wetly onto the floor.

“You keep saying it’s for your little sister, but the truth is you can’t stand waiting to have it put inside you, can you?”

“N-no, that’s not…”

“I see. If that’s not true, then I won’t put it inside you. Shall I send you back to the livestock pen?”

At once, she panicked and clung desperately to my leg.

“I-I’m sorry. I-it’s just embarrassing in front of C-Claudia…C-Confinement King-sama, the truth is, I’m already at my limit. P-please, put it inside me quickly! R-ruin my pussy completely… I want it! I want it so badly!”

When I glanced over at Claudia-san, her eyes were wide open in utter shock.

Since she possessed the ability to see through lies, she should have known perfectly well whether Yolanda-san’s words were merely an act.

The words of a miserable loser. A woman who, by now, had become the lowest kind of dick junkie.

Of course, she had not clung to me simply because she was being forced to.

They were nothing more than the honest feelings of a woman drowning in lust.

I moved around behind Yolanda-san and gave her an imperious command.

“Raise your aass, Yolanda. Get on all fours.”

She eagerly planted both elbows and knees on the floor, lifting her hips high into the air.

Her nectar glistened along her obscenely flushed lips, and I pressed the tip of my penis against them.

“Haa..nn”

Just from that, she let out a breath steeped in delight.

Then, pulling her hips toward me, I thrust my hard dick into her all at once.

“Ah! Aaaaaaaaaah!”

Arching her back like a leopardess, the detective high-school-girl onee-san cries out, completely losing herself.

Panting, she begins to sway her hips sensually.

“Ahh, ah! Aaaah! I-Iiiih! K-King of Confinement-sama, i-it feels so good! Hii! Ah, ah, ah…”

As she really starts moving her hips, the abundant nectar overflowing from her wraps around my penis, making obscene gucho-gucho wet sounds.

“How is it, you bitch! Does it feel good?!”

I shout as I roughly thrust through her fleshy folds, driving myself in deep to the base before stirring around as though gouging at her pussy.

“I-It feels good! Ah, aaah! It feels so goooood!”

Yolanda-san writhes her hips lewdly, tossing her platinum-blonde hair about as shameless cries burst from her lips.

“Hey, you pathetic cock-loving woman! Why don’t you tell your little sister exactly how good it feels?!”

I slam my lower abdomen against her buttocks with basun-basun sounds and begin pistoning even more violently.

“Aaaah! This cock-loving woman is so happiii! Your cock is swelling up inside my pussy! When you grind against the good spot like that, my head starts sparkling! Ahn! Aah, your cock is the best, I want to keep it inside me forever, I don’t want to let it gooo… hiiin!”

Yolanda-san babbles the words as though delirious, shaking her hips violently.

“Don’t you feel pathetic, getting violated by a younger man?”

“B-But… aaaah! I can’t! I can’t live without this cock  anymore! Ah, ah, ah…”

Claudia-san stares blankly at the sight of her screaming sister, who has fallen into a frenzy.

The younger sister can do nothing but watch as her older sister is swallowed up by waves of obscene pleasure.

And yet, that younger sister herself is no longer ignorant of pleasure.

To my eyes, the sight of her sister writhing in ecstasy seems to be stirring a sensual flame within her as well.

“O-Onee-chan… haa…”

I glance toward the pink-haired maid. Perhaps understanding my intention, she walks over to Claudia-san, kneels at her feet, and begins running her tongue along her pussy.

“Ah… w-what? S-Stop…!”

Claudia-san desperately twists her body.

But with the maid holding her down, she cannot even close her legs.

“Nn-ah! Aah! Ah, ah, ah, s-stop! Aah…”

Before long, she begins writhing her hips, letting out sweet, troubled moans.

“Looks like the little sister is dying to have sex too… What should I do? We’re in the middle of this, but should I pull my cock out here and switch over to Claudia?”

I pull my penis halfway out and peer into Yolanda-san’s face.

“Nooooo! Don’t pull it out! Please thrust more, more! I want to cum! I want to climax!”

Apparently, the only thing left in Yolanda-san’s mind is reaching climax

She has already become a slave to pleasure. Without the slightest shame, she begs me.

“If you’re only acting like this because you want to protect your sister, then that’s even more reason for me to give Claudia some affection too!”

Just as I finally start to pull my penis completely out, Yolanda-san cries out with a desperate expression.

“N-No… I-I don’t care about my sister at all! Don’t pull it out! Please don’t pull it out! Don’t take your cock out of meeeee!”

She had no choice but to say that in order to protect her sister. It was not what she truly felt. Perhaps she could simply explain that afterward.

If only that younger sister were not Claudia-san—the girl with the ability to see through lies.

Claudia-san’s expression twists in frustration even as she writhes under the maid’s tongue. Watching her from the corner of my eye, I curl my lips into a grin.

“What a hopeless little bitch.”

When I thrust deep inside her again and begin sliding my dick in and out, obscene gucho, nicho wet sounds echo throughout the room.

“Nn-aaaaah! It feels sooo good! Ah, ah, ah, ah!”

With her pussy being churned relentlessly, Yolanda-san spills copious amounts of nectar.

Those words had merely slipped out in the heat of the moment. Surely that was all it was. And yet, they had also been her true feelings. For that single instant, she had been completely ruled by desire, abandoning her reason, her love for her sister, and even her sense of morality somewhere far behind.

And now, there was no taking it back.

“Aah! Aaaaaah!”

Drool spilling shamelessly from her mouth, Yolanda-san continues swaying her hips sensually in time with each of my thrusts.

“It’s about time I finish you off.”

“Yes! King of Confinement-samaaaaa!”

I wrap my arms around Yolanda-san’s beautifully slender waist and pull her toward me, violently slamming my lower abdomen against her buttocks with basun-basun sounds.

My pistoning becomes faster than ever. I hammer violently against the deepest part of her, striking the hard spot of her cervix.

“How is it? Does it feel good?!”

“Yeeeees! Ahn! I-It feels too good, ngh, kuh…”

Her face twists with delight as she begins letting out sounds almost like sobbing.

“Haa… aaaah… ahn, ahn, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah…”

“I’m going to cum, Yolanda!”

I lean over her from behind, wrapping both arms around her front and grabbing her breasts with both hands.

While kneading her swollen breasts, far too large to fit within my palms, I bury my rigid dick all the way to the base inside her pussy and begin a rapid final burst of short thrusts.

“Hii! Th-That! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!?”

At the same moment Yolanda-san lets out a frenzied scream, the desire swirling in my lower abdomen bursts through its restraints and gushes forth.

Byuru! Byurururururu! Byururururu!

“Ah! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

As she arches her upper body backward and screams in ecstasy, milk bursts from both of her nipples with byubyuu!

Each time my penis throbs, her body jerks, her voice trembling in broken fragments as her blue eyes roll upward.

“Ah, ah, aaah… sh-sho gooood…”

A lewd expression melted into a sloppy mess of tears and drool.

As though she had lost even the strength to support her own body, she remained there with that pathetic ahegao plastered across her face, then collapsed flat onto the floor with a pesha sound.

Chapter 6.3 Breaking the Saint III

“Yolanda, that felt good.”

“Haa, haa, haa… thank you very mush…”

Still collapsed on the floor, Onee-chan smiles with a completely melted expression.

However, despite what he had said, Fumio did not look satisfied. For a brief moment, he seemed to be thinking about something, then leaned close to Onee-chan’s ear and whispered.

“I said it would depend on how well you served me… but fine. I’ll let you go.”

The instant he said that, Onee-chan froze with her mouth still shaped into a『Huh?』

“I’m planning to have some fun with your little sister next… but if she still doesn’t fall, I’ll release both of you from here.”

“Eh…b-both of us? Um… n-not just Claudia…?”

“Don’t worry. Both of you.”

“Eh, ah…”

Fumio turns his back on Onee-chan, who looks as though she still wants to say something, and fixes his gaze on me.

“So, if Claudia-san doesn’t submit by the time I cum, I’ll release both of you and I’ll never lay a hand on either of you again.”

While resisting the pleasure of having my clitoris licked by the pink-haired maid, I desperately rack my brain.

‘…What is he plotting?’

It is hard to believe, but the color clinging to Fumio’s words is blue.

Does that mean he is absolutely confident that he can make me fall?

Even so, I think it is safe to consider this our last chance.

Judging by the way things are… I can no longer rely on Onee-chan.

Seeking pleasure of her own accord is nothing but a betrayal of Angel-sama. At this point, Onee-chan is no longer someone I can trust.

‘…Angel-sama, please grant me your protection!’

I offer up a prayer in my heart.

Leaving Onee-chan behind, looking somewhat flustered, Fumio walks over toward me.

“Mako-san, good work. That’s enough now.”

“Y-Yes.”

When he smiles, the pink-haired maid hurriedly stands up and bows respectfully at the waist.

“By the way, Mako-san, it got pretty dirty with that bitch’s fluids. Could you clean it up a little?”

“Y-Yes! Gladly!”

Apparently delighted to have been given an order by Fumio, the pink-haired maid eagerly kneels between his legs and pinches his softened penis between her fingertips.

“It is an honor. T-To think I would be allowed to clean King of Confinement-sama’s magnificent dick…”

Overcome with emotion, she lovingly nuzzles her cheek against Fumio’s penis before carefully licking it all over with pero-pero strokes, then takes it completely between her crimson lips.

“Ahh… so strong and firm. I’m so happy.”

Looking delighted, she eagerly sucks on the thick penis coated in Onee-chan’s fluids and the semen that had flowed back out, making jubo, jubo sounds as she works it over inside her mouth.

“Ahh… it tastes delicious…”

She rubs her cheek against the fully recovered, rigid penis before taking it into her mouth again. The maid’s pink hair sways as she sucks along the thick shaft with a zuzuzu sound.

The way she looks now, she seems completely overcome with lust.

“…I’m jealous.”

The Mukade Maid restraining me in a full nelson accidentally lets slip a longing murmur.

Looking over, I see that the other two maids also have their eyes completely fixed on Fumio’s erect penis.

“Thanks, that’s enough now.”

“Eh? Ah…”

Fumio pulls his penis out of the pink-haired maid’s mouth and she lets out a reluctant little sound, as though wishing it could continue.

“…Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Then he stands in front of me and smiles.

“I-I wasn’t waiting. No matter what you do, it’s pointless, so stop wasting your time and let us go—ah! H-Hey! Listen to me…!”

Ignoring what I’m saying, Fumio slides his fingers toward my pussy.

My panties can hardly even be called underwear anymore, split wide open around the crotch. Through that opening, he starts touching me there.

“Looks like you got pretty worked up.”

“Drop dead, idiot!”

Even when I glare at him with all my might, Fumio only grins.

“Then I guess you don’t need any more foreplay.”

“W-Wait, hold on!”

Ignoring my panic, Fumio lifts my left thigh, positions himself against me, and pushes in all the way at once.

“Nngh!? Aaaaaaaaaah!”

It feels as though my body is being torn apart from both sides. The impact is like a red-hot iron rod being driven into me.

Then I become acutely aware of the foreign presence inside my body, pulsing to a rhythm different from my own, and goosebumps crawl across my skin.

Just because I’ve experienced it once doesn’t mean I can get used to it. No—I must never get used to something like this.

“It went all the way in to the base. How is it? You’re happy, aren’t you?”

“Ghh… o-of course I’m not happy!”

“Then I’ll make you feel that way. Very soon.”

Fumio grabs my chest with one hand, kneading it roughly as he begins moving violently.

“Ah… ngh, ah, ah, ah, ahn… aaah, ahn!”

‘I can’t let myself moan. That’ll only make Fumio happy…’

Even thinking that, I can’t suppress my voice.

Why is my body—why is a woman’s body—so sensitive? The frustration brings tears slowly to my eyes.

“Ah! Aaah! Nngh! No, stop—hiin! Ah, ah, ah!”

I struggle desperately to shake free, but the Mukade Maid holding me from behind doesn’t budge an inch.

Fumio stretches his neck toward my chest and puts his mouth on one of my nipples. When his lips close around it and his tongue rolls over it, sparks of pleasure scatter outward from that spot.

“Nngh! Ah, ah! S-Stop! Ngaaaaah!”

With one leg held up and my body being driven into without mercy, my legs are already trembling uncontrollably. Unable to escape, I’m left completely exposed at my weakest point.

With every movement, flashes seem to burst behind my head, while muscles beyond my control twitch and spasm.

“How is it? Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“F-Feels… ngh! N-No… it doesn’t! Aah, ah, aaaah!”

“Even now?”

Fumio pulls his hips far back, then drives himself deep inside me in one powerful thrust.

“Nngh!? Nn-ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

It is a long, forceful stroke, like striking a Joya no Kane bell. Deep inside my abdomen, I can feel my womb being crushed and mercilessly distorted. Joya no Kane¹

Each time Fumio’s rigid dick thrusts violently upward into me, a sharp, electrifying wave of pleasure shoots up my spine.

“Kishijo-san, you can let go of her now.”

“Certainly.”

At Fumio’s command, the Mukade Maid who had been restraining me in a full nelson lets go, freeing my body.

“Ah—ah, oah!”

But I am standing on one leg with him thrust deep inside me. On top of that, I am already utterly exhausted.

Suddenly deprived of support, I panic and cling to Fumio’s neck in front of me.

“Nn!? Fuuuh!?”

At that very moment, Fumio presses his lips against mine.

As though collapsing from the waist down, we tumble onto the floor together. With his weight pressing down on top of me, Fumio forcibly parts my lips and pushes his tongue inside.

As unwilling as I am, I end up in a position with both my arms and legs wrapped around Fumio’s body, almost as if we were lovers embracing each other.

“Fughuuu!? Uuuuuuh!”

I struggle desperately to pull away but Fumio gives me no respite.

Holding my head in place, he repeatedly kisses me fiercely, rubbing the broad surfaces of our tongues against each other.

The strokes of his hips become even more violent, growing faster and shorter while continuing to crush against the deepest part inside me.

“Nn-ah! Nnnnn! Ufuuuuuuuuu!!”

Contrary to the disgust swirling in my chest, I am aroused to a degree I can hardly believe myself. My blood feels as though it is boiling, and my skin burns scorching hot.

With every thrust, the pleasure intensifies and nectar keeps overflowing endlessly, seeping around my lower lips.

‘I won’t cum! I-I absolutely won’t cum!’

I desperately suppress what feels like an approaching climax welling up from deep inside my body. As I continue enduring it with everything I have, Fumio’s breathing suddenly becomes ragged. He releases my lips, grimaces, and clenches his teeth.

‘He’s about to cum!? Fumio’s already at his limit too!’

“C-Claudia, stop holding back and just cum already!”

“Nn! Ah! Y-You’re the one who’s already—ahn!—at your limit!”

‘I won! I can still hold out much longer!’

The instant I become convinced of my victory, Fumio’s weight suddenly seems to double.

“Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!?”

Fumio’s penis, already buried inside me, drives deeper than ever before, pressing against my uterus as though it might burst straight through. The pressure is so overwhelming that I let out an involuntary scream.

Still unable to understand what is happening, my hair flying wildly about, Onee-chan’s voice comes down from above me.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry. Onee-chan can’t live without the Confinement King-sama’s cock anymore. Fall! Fall with me! Let’s fall together! Okay? Okay?!”

I desperately open my eyes wide, and there she is—Onee-chan draped over Fumio from behind. With hollow eyes, she shamelessly throws her own weight into him, slamming her hips against his as she presses down.

“Y-You traitorrrrr! Receive the angels’ punishment! Burn in the fires of hell and die!”

The words burst out of me before I can stop them. Fumio twists his lips into a grin and stops moving his hips.

“Yolanda isn’t the only one who’s going to be punished! You’re coming with her, Claudia!”

“Why the hell am I being punished?!”

“You betrayed the angels a long time ago! Didn’t you notice? That cream stew you were served—the one made with Yolanda’s breast milk! And do you know what the main component of breast milk is? Blood with the red blood cells removed!”

“Eh…?”

At that moment, the angel-sama’s words flash through my mind.

『Once you have drunk your sister’s blood, you will fall and become a servant of the Devil. If that happens, it will no longer be possible to save you.』

‘I see… so that’s why Fumio was acting so confident…’

There was no way I could doubt the angel-sama’s words.

I see. So I had already fallen and become a servant of the Devil long ago.

Then…there’s no point in holding myself back anymore, is there?

As my head involuntarily droops, Fumio tells me:

“I wanted to make it so I’d brought about your fall head-on, rather than relying on an underhanded trick like this, though.”

Fumio pulls his hips far back. And then—

“Become mine, Claudia!”

—he drives forcefully into my deepest point.

×××

The sensation of thrusting up into her deepest point.

“Nn-ah! Aaaaaaaaaah! I-I’m cumming!”

The instant I thrust into her, Claudia-san’s body begins convulsing violently, arching backward like she is doing a bridge.

At that moment, an overwhelmingly powerful contraction attacks my penis, as though it were being squeezed with all the strength of someone’s palm.

There was no way I could endure something like that. A groan of『Ugh!』escapes me, and with no way to resist, I release my semen.

Byuru! Byururururu!

A sensation of being milked dry unlike anything I had ever experienced before. An incredible tightness.

“Guh… aaah!”

The sharp pleasure, like a needle being driven into my urethra, makes me writhe pathetically.

“Nn-ah, ah, ah, aaaaaaaaaah… ah, ah…”

Claudia-san pants as her hair thrashes wildly about and her differently colored eyes roll upward until only the whites are showing. Her beautiful features gradually transform into an undignified ahegao, drenched in sweat and drool.

Even then, my ejaculation does not end.

My penis pulses again and again with dokun, dokun throbs. I pour an amount of semen that surprises even me into her vagina, then collapse weakly on top of her.

‘Th-That was insane… she drained me completely… That got me ridiculously excited…’

As I remain sprawled over her, trying to steady my ragged breathing, the familiar electronic chime sounds.

Then comes that same narration in a voice whose gender is impossible to distinguish.

『Claudia Camellia’s status has changed to 『Submissive』. Accordingly, the following functions are now available.』

『・Stage Apparatus Level 6: Pyro──Allows spectacular but harmless pillars of flame to erupt from any chosen location inside the room.』

『・Reinstallation──Allows a previously installed 『Back Door』 to be relocated and installed somewhere else.』

Another electronic chime rings out.

『Claudia Camellia’s status has changed to 『Subjugated』. Accordingly, the following function is now available.』

『・A Room You Cannot Leave Unless You Do ○○──Allows you to install a door that will not open until the specified condition has been fulfilled.』

“What the hell is with that function?! It sounds like something straight out of an eroge!”

The instant I reflexively make that retort, a third electronic chime rings out.

『Claudia Camellia’s status has changed to 『Enslaved』. Accordingly, you may now share her Blessing.』

『・Eyes of Truth──Allows you to determine whether another person’s statement is true or false.』

I instinctively clench my fist tightly.

Everything went exactly according to plan. Just as Lili predicted, I succeeded in making her fall completely in one go.

Things went so smoothly that it was almost frightening.

In fact, Yolanda-san is already in the『Enslaved』 state as well.

The sound signaling her fall came while I was right in the middle of having sex with Claudia-san—at that exact moment when Yolanda-san threw herself on top of me.

Most likely, at that moment, Yolanda-san truly wished from the bottom of her heart to become mine.

And what deserves attention is that, just like with Yolanda-san, the announcement that played when Claudia-san reached 『Enslaved』 was different from the usual one.

『You may now share her Blessing.』

Presumably, that means I can now use the saintly ability Claudia-san possesses as well.

I cannot say for certain until I test it, but if it is a power I can also use outside the 『Room』, then its value would be immeasurable.

‘If I can obtain abilities like this every time I make a Saint fall…then hunting Saints might even be worth making my main objective for the time being.’

That said, I do not even know whether there are any other Saints, much less where they might be…

In any case, just thinking that these exceptionally beautiful sisters had now become mine in both name and reality was enough to make my excitement impossible to contain.

As that thought crosses my mind, I feel blood beginning to gather once again in my penis, which had gone limp after being thoroughly drained.

I pull my penis out of the unconscious Claudia-san and stand up, then turn toward Yolanda-san, who is still sitting behind me.

“Yolanda, your sister made a mess of it. Clean it up for me.”

“Yes, Confinement King-sama…”

The moment I expose my penis before her eyes, her gaze immediately melts with rapture.

By now, these sisters are completely captivated by me. There is no possibility of them defying me.

My half-hard penis gleams wetly with semen and Claudia-san’s love juices.

Without hesitation, she takes my penis into her mouth and begins stroking it with her entire mouth, while glancing sideways toward her younger sister.

Seeing her sister lying there barely able to breathe, perhaps she is overlapping that sight with the image of herself from several days ago, when she had been forced down on all fours like a dog and had her virginity taken by force.

For some reason, that is what I find myself thinking.

Yolanda-san licks and sucks my penis with good motions, as though savoring the taste of her master’s semen mixed with her younger sister’s love juices. Stimulated by her tongue, it awakens to fresh desire and begins swelling larger and larger.

Even though I had only just ejaculation, my penis quickly regains its hardness, and she lets out a hot, enraptured breath.

“So strong…this man is my Master… I’m so happy… Ahh, please, this time, please be kind to me.”

Recalling the look she gave me immediately after being captured—the way she stared at me as though I were something filthy and contemptible—the sight of her now, lewdly fawning over me, only stirs my lust even more.

But they are mine now. And I’m the kind of person who wants to take especially good care of the things that belong to me.

“This place is pretty bleak. Maybe we should move to another room…”

If I’m going to embrace her anyway, I want to do it on a soft bed.

I instruct the maids to clean up this room and carry Claudia-san, then wrap an arm around Yolanda-san’s waist and head with her toward the 『Bedroom』.

×××

I take a lick of an energy drink from the Demonic Realm to restore my stamina, then turn my attention once again toward the bed.

There, Yolanda-san and Claudia-san—the detective JK sisters—are lying sensually, completely naked.

There is no longer any need to treat them like livestock.

Yolanda-san’s enlarged breasts are still as they were, but the nose ring and nipple piercings have been removed, and the writing on her body has already been washed away by the maids, leaving her clean once more.

With the beautiful platinum-blonde sisters lying there together, the scene looks gorgeous, like the opening spread of a Western gravure magazine.

As I approach the bed, Claudia-san’s pale cheeks turn bright red and she shyly opens her mouth.

“Fumio… I really did fall, didn’t I?”

“That’s right. You belong to me now. From this point on, your life exists solely to satisfy me.”

When I answer her, her body gives a sudden twitch.

Apparently, merely imagining it was enough to make her feel pleasure.

“Honestly, Claudia. It’s not Fumio anymore—it’s Confinement King-sama, remember?”

I give a wry smile at Yolanda as she admonishes her.

“It’s fine. Claudia can call me whatever she likes. And Yolanda, you don’t need to worry about it either.”

When I turn toward Yolanda-san, she nods with an expression overflowing with joy.

“You are so generous and wonderful, Confinement King-sama…Just looking upon your face makes Yolanda feel as though she might cum. Ahh… I love you. I love you. Please keep me by your side for the rest of my life.”

With her fingers, she forms a heart around the left areola of her swollen, enlarged breast.

She had always given off a cool impression but the cuteness she displays after falling reminds me of when I made Ryoko fall.

“Then I’ll give both of you plenty of affection together… all night long.”

At those words, the two sisters exchange glances and nod to each other before simultaneously spreading their beautiful legs into an embarrassing M-shaped pose. And then—

“Please, shower us with your affection… our Master.”

—the detective JK sisters smile alluringly.

《End》

Afterword

Thank you very much for picking up my humble work, Confinement King ⑨.

It’s Masai, as always.

Now then, Volume Nine. How should I put this… if I had to sum this volume up in one word, well… it’s erotic.

This time, while working on the book publication, I went back and reread the whole part about breaking the saint, and I found myself thinking, Masai… dude, you were really getting into this, weren’t you…? Even I was kind of taken aback by myself.

A work and its creator’s personality are completely separate things.

It may sound strange for me to say this about myself, but I believe I’ve lived a reasonably serious life up to this point and I’ve always tried to be more careful than most about keeping an appropriate distance from women so that nothing I do could be taken as sexual harassment.

But lately, people have started being excessively wary of me.

This happened at another company. The other day, after a meeting, I happened to be taking the same train as a female manga artist for just one station. But the editor in charge declared,『There’s no way I can leave Masai alone with a woman!』and got on the train with us.

Even though the direction he needed to go home was completely opposite.

I jokingly complained to a friend, wondering why everyone was so cautious around me when I was trying so hard to conduct myself seriously, and the answer I got was…

“No…a guy who looks perfectly normal writing Confinement King is actually scarier.”

Yeah… fair enough.

That made an awful lot of sense.

And now, as usual, I’d like to move on to the acknowledgements.

To Editor-in-Chief H and everyone at Hifumi Shobo, thank you as always. I’m sorry for constantly asking you to indulge my selfish requests, and at the same time I’m extremely grateful.

Pei-sensei, thank you so much as always! I’m sorry for making unreasonable requests when you’re already so busy with your serialization. Tashiro Hatsu’s scallop  was the best.

To Ashimoto Yoika-sensei, who handles the manga adaptation, and everyone at KADOKAWA, thank you as always. I expect I’ll run into Ashimoto-sensei again at some party somewhere this year, so I look forward to seeing you then.

To my family and friends, who always graciously pretend not to notice and to everyone who has read the Orgis Novel edition, the manga adaptation, and the web version, as well as everyone who has left impressions and words of encouragement there.

And finally, to you, who purchased this Brave Bunko edition of Confinement King ⑨, I offer my heartfelt thanks.

With the hope that this book has provided everyone who read it with an enjoyable time, I’ll bring my closing remarks for this volume to an end here.

Masai