"E-Eriri... slow down...!"
Sayori watched her daughter's frantic movements with concern—the blonde had barely taken Nanaya inside before she was already...
"Sayori-nee, if you don't want Eriri to break..."
"I know..."
As Sayori joined the fray, the remaining girls exchanged glances before throwing themselves into the orgy. Though none of them could explain why they'd gathered so many women—nor why they'd all been either forced or semi-forced into this debauchery by Nanaya—what could they do about it now?
There was no escaping him.
They tore off the sexy outfits they'd prepared—useless now—and joined the carnal battlefield.
At some point, Nanaya's restraints came loose by "accident." In an instant, his powerful arms seized Eriri mid-ride, crushing her against his sweat-slicked chest.
"Eriri, this won't do..." Nanaya growled, his thick fingers digging into her slender waist. "If you don't take me all the way, you'll never feel real pleasure."
"N-No—!"
Eriri's protest died in her throat as she felt his hips begin to piston upward, each brutal thrust stretching her tighter than she thought possible. Her body betrayed her, inner walls clenching greedily around his monstrous length as if begging for more. The obscene squelch of her overflowing arousal only encouraged his animalistic pace.
SCHLICK! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
"HYAAAAAA—♡!"
Eriri's back arched violently, her signature twin drills unraveling into a golden halo as Nanaya hammered her cervix. Stars exploded behind her fluttering eyelids.
"M-Mama... save me...!"
Though terrified of becoming Nanaya's next victim, Sayori couldn't ignore her daughter's pleas. Surely this wicked little brother would show some mercy to his elder?
She was wrong.
Not only did Nanaya force Eriri to "help" her mother with his unbearable thickness, he seated himself between them, hauling both onto his lap—one impaled on his cock, the other grinding against his face—until mother and daughter were pressed flush together. Their swollen breasts mashed together, stiff nipples dragging across each other in time with Nanaya's relentless pace.
"Ah! Ahn! N-Not there—! Nanaya-kun, I'll—!"
Sayori came first, her body convulsing as she flooded his mouth and thighs. Eriri followed soon after, collapsing beside her mother with a punched-out moo, hands clutching her distended belly.
Nanaya's predatory gaze swept the room for his next prey.
Kato Ran trembled—her dripping slit already prepared—but the hunger in his eyes made her hesitate.
Not now... not in front of everyone...!
She ruthlessly shoved Megumi forward instead.
"Oh? You drugged me, didn't you?" Nanaya's grin turned feral as he snatched the trying-to-sneak-away girl. "Seems you've volunteered to break in this tight little hole~"
"N-No! Not there! Onii-chan, I—!"
"Too late."
With a sadistic chuckle, he bent Megumi over, spreading her untouched backdoor with thick fingers before ramming home in one stroke.
"Oho? Already cleaned out? You were expecting this~"
"GYAAAAAH—♡!!"
Megumi's scream morphed into broken hiccups as her body betrayed her, ass clenching around his invading girth. Her weak slaps at his thighs only made him pound harder, each slap of flesh echoing through the room until she collapsed—twitching, drooling, ruined.
The remaining girls scattered.
Nanaya stood amidst the sea of unconscious, cum-stained bodies, exhaling deeply. Even with [First Kiss Bonus: Infinite Stamina], this was exhausting.
Not just because these succubuses could rotate shifts, but the mental fatigue of dominating so many at once.
Time to rest.
He could always pause this world's timeline.
As for Aki Tomoya still foolishly trying to make his game? Nanaya smirked. Megumi, Eriri, and Utaha had already handled that—luring his cousin, the blue-haired musician Michiru Hyodo, to his villa. The video of her screaming through her "initiation" (plus Eriri's whispers about Amane's cuckold fetish) broke her resistance beautifully.
And his editor, Machida? She'd been so distressed by Utaha's transformation that she invited her industry rival, Akasaka, for a "friendly drink"—only to deliver the drunken woman to Nanaya's bed. Now both "rivals" fought side-by-side (usually on all fours) as his personal playthings.
But those were stories for next time.
Surveying his conquests, Nanaya noted with pride how many might bear his children. Not that it mattered.
Time to go.
He clicked [EXIT].
Real World
Nanaya stretched in his apartment shower, letting scalding water wash away phantom sensations. The mirror reflected his enhanced body—each stolen "first kiss" had stacked abilities until even he lost track.
After days of recuperation (and testing his powers), he was ready.
The Saeko world had grown stale.
Next stop: Detective Conan.
An easier universe, relatively speaking. But what truly called to him were two things: Koizumi Akako's magic... and that fascinating time distortion.
Imagine possessing both.
As he rewatched episodes, planning his approach, one thought persisted:
This ride's just getting started.
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