By the time I got home the adrenaline had burned out. Exhaustion set in.

I dropped my bag by the door, stripped off my cardigan, and collapsed face-first into the bed without even turning on the lights.

The smell hit me immediately. Faint, sweet, heavy. Kotoha’s juices still clung to my body. I buried my face into the pillow and exhaled slowly.

I felt a little bad. She had passed out in my arms, twitching, her body giving up before her voice ever did. I’d pushed her too far.

I knew it. But I couldn’t stop.

It wasn’t her fault.

Hikari’s image rose behind my eyes. The dress. The perfume. The faint blush from drinking. Her touch. Her smile.

Too tempting.

I love them both. I want to give them equal attention, but lately all my focus has been on Kotoha and it’s driving me crazy.

I’m too pent up. That tension carried over, and Kotoha took the full weight of it.

I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling.

Her scent still clung to me. My cock ached with the memory of her mouth, her throat, her ass tightening around the toy.

I wanted her. Wanted to push inside and finally claim that dripping pussy she begged me to use.

But if I gave in now, I’d lose control. Everything I’ve built, her training, her need to please me, would slip into her hands. I couldn’t allow that.

Kotoha is naturally submissive, yes, but her lust is uncontrollable. In my previous life she swept me up in her momentum, and our relationship collapsed because I didn’t understand her.

Back then I thought she wanted more than just being a cocksleeve.

I was wrong.

She’s a simple, pure girl, the perfect lover.

All of this training has one purpose: to make her easier to control, to prepare her for the harem.

In my last life she stole my first time, dragging me along before I even knew what I wanted. She broke me then.

This time will be different. My first, this body’s first, will go to Hikari. A gift to her, since I can’t give her much attention right now.

Once she understands, she’ll be happy. I can already picture her smiling to the moon at the thought.

But every time I look at Kotoha, trembling and dripping, begging to be taken, that vow wavers.

My heart pulls one way. My body another.

The answer is clear, even if it takes all my willpower.

With Kotoha, it’s anal only.

Her ass is mine now, trained and stretched until she comes harder from it than anything else. That hole is mine to use, to mold her into the perfect toy, until the day I decide she deserves more.

Her pussy stays untouched. Not yet. My first time isn’t hers to take. It’s Hikari’s.

The thought steadies me.

Kotoha can tempt, beg, plot with her lingerie and condoms. But the final say is mine.

This way, Kotoha stays under control and I can give Hikari the perfect gift.

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Kotoha stirred awake, the first light of morning slipping through her curtains. The sheets clung damp against her thighs, the faint ache in her body reminding her of everything Souta had done to her last night.

Her hand reached instinctively to the side.

Empty. Cold.

Souta wasn’t there.

“…He went home…”

Heat flushed through her body as memories crashed back. The way she begged, the way she lost control, the way she squirted all over him again and again. She pressed her palms over her burning cheeks, curling under the blanket.

“Stupid… stupid… I couldn’t even… nghhh, I couldn’t make him have sex with me…”

She pulled the blanket tighter, only then realizing the faint scent clinging to her shirt. Souta’s scent. How lovely.

Did he dress her last night?

She smiled.

She sat up slightly, brushing the hem of the shirt over her thighs. The towel on her desk was damp, neatly folded over. Her skin was smooth, no sticky mess left anywhere.

“…He cleaned me.”

Her chest squeezed, warmth spreading through her body. The memory of his hands, gentle after being so rough, made her eyes sting.

“…Souta-kun… you…” She pressed her face into the pillow, inhaling deeply where his scent lingered. “You took care of me after I passed out…”

For a moment, all the shame and lewdness faded, leaving only a fluttering warmth that melted through her chest.

But then the ache returned. The memory of the condoms under the pillow, the lingerie, all her effort. She hadn’t gotten what she wanted.

Her smile faltered.

“…But I still couldn’t make him have sex with me.”

She curled into the blanket, groaning into the pillow.

Was I too lewd? Did I ruin it by begging too much?

Her body tingled with every thought of him. His voice commanding her, his tongue drinking her dry, his cock stretching her throat until she couldn’t breathe. Heat pooled between her legs again, soaking the sheets.

“Ahhh… nghhh, I still want him… I want him so bad…”

But shame gnawed at her.

What if Souta thinks I’m disgusting? What if he doesn’t want me that way at all?

Should she hold back, pretend to be normal again, so he wouldn’t think she was disgusting?

Or… should she keep tempting him, push even harder, until he finally couldn’t resist anymore?

She sat up suddenly, clutching the blanket around her shoulders. Her cheeks burned, her thighs pressed together, but her eyes glowed with determination.

“…No. I’ll make Souta-kun want me. I’ll make him have sex with me, no matter what it takes.”

She glanced at the drawer where her other lingerie sets lay folded, untouched. A slow, shy smile spread across her lips.

“Next time… I’ll go even further. Souta-kun won’t be able to hold back.”