"Fuck… What am I supposed to say…?"
Kagura took deep breaths, locking eyes with Nao, who smiled as if watching a spectacle. "What would you like to say?"
"Should I say I regret it?"
"Regret not claiming me sooner?"
"Exactly…"
"I mentioned before, didn't I? Ai's unavailable, so you can come to me with your needs… You're not that forgetful, are you?"
"I do remember…"
"Look, your massive cock is ravishing my breast-pussy… Are you pleased?"
Nao remained serene, squeezing his cock, her snowy breasts swaying.
"No man would say he's displeased now, right?"
"No—you should say you're displeased."
"Huh…?"
"Go on, say it."
She blinked, urging him.
"Ahem, I'm displeased!"
Kagura coughed, stifling a laugh.
"It seems you find this lacking, then…"
Nao lowered her head, extending her pink tongue. Each time his purple-red glans peeked from her cleavage, she licked it swiftly, sometimes taking it and a bit of shaft into her mouth. When his cock withdrew, her saliva-dripping tongue stayed extended, wrapping around it when it returned, licking thoroughly before engulfing what she could.
"Ah… This is… incredible…"
Experiencing tit-fucking for the first time, Kagura was stunned.
Sahi could do this, but he hadn't suggested it, and she likely couldn't match Nao's uninhibited flair.
"You can shay wha'ever at thish moment…"
Nao's words were muffled, her mouth often full.
Kagura gripped the sheets, sweat dripping. This breast-and-mouth onslaught felt like torture; he could burst any second, especially after her ball-warming prelude. But cumming so soon (his second release) would be embarrassing, so he endured.
Nao sensed his restraint, shifting her rhythm. After a few breast-strokes, she swallowed his cock, deep-throating fiercely, as if eager to devour it. Kagura held on briefly, but soon his mind blazed.
As Nao took him in, Kagura lunged, hugging her head, pinning it between his thighs, pressing her skull to thrust his cock deep into her throat. Standing slightly for leverage, he rammed it in.
"You slutty maid, drink it all!" Kagura roared, unfiltered.
His cock bent slightly, the glans diving into her esophagus. Nao's shocked eyes nearly buried in his pubic hair, her lips brushing it. Hugging her head like a warm, sucking sex toy, he unleashed a torrent of thick semen.
With his semen set to expand tenfold, it swelled in her esophagus, like a syringe pumping sperm. He sprayed relentlessly, wave after wave, pinning her head. When the flow weakened, he thrust harder. Nao's pained whimpers escaped her nose, but she didn't resist, accepting his cock's forceful pulses like an obedient vessel.
She felt her stomach fill without swallowing, nearly 100ml for him but a liter for her, stuffing her breakfast-less stomach with porridge-like semen. Its potent scent clouded her mind, and she thought: Master Kagura's clearly pleased with my service. So much… such a youthful, intense flavor… If only I could drink it daily.
Though Kagura could alter his semen's taste, this was the flavor Nao craved.
"Huff… huff…"
Kagura slowly withdrew, pushing Nao's head away, collapsing back, legs weak, panting.
Nao slumped to the floor, coughing, covering her face.
"S-Sorry… I was rough."
"It's fine, it's my duty… Or, whenever you need, come to me… cough—"
Nao coughed, suppressing nausea from the briny semen, offering a maternal smile.
Kagura cast cleaning spells on them and the bed. What more was there to say? His cock, teased last night, couldn't resist the tender meat before him now.
Before he signaled, Nao climbed onto the bed, her stamina unfazed by footjobs, tit-jobs, and oral. Facing away, she knelt, legs spread wide in white garter stockings, toes curling, heels plump, her lush buttocks shamelessly bared to Kagura, her sex fully exposed.
Kneeling, she propped herself with her right hand and knees, her left sliding from her chest to her wet slit, fingers parting the soft jade leaf, revealing engorged, honeyed flesh.
Juices dripped, pooling in the tender leaf, sliding to her clitoris, glistening brightly, then hanging in crystalline threads, soaking the bed, darkening it.
Lowering her face nearly to the bed, she thrust her hips up, displaying her most shameful parts. "Though it's a maid's duty… no raw insertion, Master Kagura. You must wear a condom~"
"I don't want you doing this just for duty, so—"
Kagura positioned his cock, knees on the bed near her hips, pinning her legs apart. His left hand gripped her gartered waist, his right slapping his cock against her clitoris and mound. "From now on, you're my woman. I'll cherish you… No need for a condom, right?"
"With your volume, I'd conceive easily. If Madam questions… Ngh…"
"I'll take responsibility."
Though, Kagura knew he couldn't impregnate her now. "No, I can't shame you. Please use one, or…"
"Tch… Fine."
Not wanting to force her, Kagura grabbed a condom from his closet, letting Nao put it on with her mouth.
"I'm not skilled, sorry…"
Nao took the condom in her mouth.
Kagura paused, yanking her hair, slapping her face with his cock, venting his condom frustration.
Once on, he moved behind her, thrusting his middle and ring fingers into her parted slit without lubrication, stirring roughly, making her arched back nearly bow again. Intentionally painful, Nao bit her lip, legs trembling, enduring his petty complaint.
"I'm going in. Relax."
"Yes…"
Nao lowered herself, adjusting.
Instantly, a ferocious glans stormed her honey-drenched slit. Unsparing, venting his condom grudge, Kagura thrust violently, effortlessly piercing her slightly flattened cervix, swollen glans and shaft plunging into her itching womb.
"So deep—! Master Kagura… too deep…! Please, be gentler…"
Nao's left hand, parting her slit, grabbed his hand on her waist, pleading for softer thrusts.
"Nao-nee…" Kagura draped over her, as if engulfing her, licking her earlobe. "I wore it as you asked. Now obey me fully, hmm? Slurp~"
"Master Kagura… You're… too rough… I can take it, but other… ah… girls…"
"If you can take it!" Kagura straightened, gripping her waist, pulling out long, slamming back in, pounding fiercely. "Then stick your ass up! I've gone deeper in Ai, and she never complained! You don't want to lose to your daughter, do you?"
In truth, he hadn't gone as deep in Ai, unable to breach her cervix then, only striking it. Now, his glans and shaft mashed Nao's womb into soft pulp.
"I… understand… Use your massive cock to ravage my naughty pussy and womb. Punish this insolent maid for making you wear it, ngh—ngh… So deep! So deep…!!"
Nao bit her lip, enduring his brutal thrusts.
Her slick slit's rugged flesh flattened under his cock, regaining shape when he withdrew. Each thrust pried open her cervix, stripping her refined grace, leaving her moaning like a punished courtesan, her tightening slit only hardening his iron rod.
After thousands of thrusts, still unsatisfied, Kagura grabbed her wrists, suspending her waist and chest, her luscious breasts swaying with his relentless pounding. The wet slap-slap of their colliding flesh and her unbridled moans sent shivers through his bones.
Even such rough coupling sent Nao to climax, her drenched flesh spasming, locking his cock in a tidal surge from her cervix, splashing their joined sexes, soaking the sheets. Kagura gritted his teeth, plunging deeper, his glans grinding her jade-like womb.
Finally, with his roar and her feeble whimpers, he came, his left hand choking her neck, right crushing her breast as if to ruin it. After four or five seconds, they noticed a problem.
The condom had torn… Semen flooded her delicate womb, the "expansion" effect filling it instantly.
Nao didn't struggle, nor did Kagura speak, holding her until the violent act ended, slowly withdrawing.
Her slit, unable to close, gushed thick semen, pooling on the sheets, still leaking. The condom covered only the shaft, clearly torn at the glans.
"Uh… Nao, sorry… It broke. I didn't mean to."
"No need to explain… I'll clean you…"
Nao crawled over, brushing her hair, giving him a cleanup blowjob. They rested in silence afterward. "Nao, what time is it? Grab my phone."
"It's 11:47." In just her garter stockings, Nao leisurely fetched his phone, handing it with both hands. "Here you are."
"Good. Go wash… I'll lie here a bit."
Kagura's legs dangled off the bed, waving her off. "I'll wait. You wash first."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"No maid bathes before her master. I'm not that improper."
"…"
Kagura's lips twitched, sensing Nao's subtle jabs at Ai. "It's fine, go wash. Master's orders."
"I see~" Nao covered her lips, eyeing him slyly. "If you want to peek, just say so… No need to hide. I won't judge."
"Ugh… I'm not peeking. Just go, obey!"
Kagura shook his foot, urging her.
"Then, excuse me."
Nearly nude, Nao bowed, grabbing clothes from the bed, modestly covering her chest, retreating to her room.
She needed fresh clothes before bathing.
Kagura checked his phone, finding a flood of LINE messages from Yuihama. She'd found nine 50,000-yen Amazon gift cards under her pillow—cards she hadn't bought, couldn't afford, and weren't from her mom or Miko. Only one explanation: Kagura slipped them there.
Excited, she rambled, but he'd slept early, missing them.
Some mentioned her mother, Chiyo: [Mom was shocked, but she guessed it was you, Sawamura-kun.][So embarrassing… Mom says no more next time, or you're not welcome!][But she'll accept these, as they help a lot. We'll use them gratefully, thanks!]
Kagura replied: [No problem, use them. I caused trouble visiting.] Then he opened the friend-add interface, entering Chiyo's number from memory.
Chiyo's avatar was Scone, their dachshund, her nickname "ちよ" (Chiyo).
As Nao emerged with fresh clothes, nodding to Kagura, she entered the bathroom.
Though the door locked, it wasn't for Nao—like their rooms, maids had no locking rights.
Chiyo hadn't confirmed the friend request, likely working. Kagura sent a panda emoji and: [Hello, Ms. Chiyo. I'm Kagura, your guest last night. Thank you for your hospitality.] In every sense, he was grateful.
Especially for her lush, fragrant pubic mound and slit.
Just as he grinned, a notification popped up: "Breaking News: Chiba Prefecture Makuhari house fire, entire residence destroyed, family of three perished."
His heart sank. Fresh from pleasure, this tragedy stung.
He clicked instinctively.
The news started fine, but midway, something felt off.
The location… wasn't it the street he'd dropped off "Miru Hakawa" last night?
Then he saw the site photo—shit!
Kagura bolted upright.
Staring at the ashen ruins and the fallen "Hakawa" nameplate, he was dazed.
"Miru Hakawa… just burned away?"
He questioned himself dryly.
A sudden guilt hit—had his kindness backfired?
If he hadn't sent Miru home, bringing her to his place instead… would this have been avoided?
"But, weirdly, such a huge fire didn't even char the neighbors' walls. Strange…" Kagura frowned, reading on.
[Confirmed victims: Mr. Yuji Hakawa, 37, Ms. Ryoko Hakawa, 36, and their 11-year-old sixth-grade daughter.] For privacy, the daughter's name was withheld, but Kagura knew—definitely Miru Hakawa.
"The fire broke out around 2:30 AM… Firefighters tried but failed… How could it burn like that? Steel melted."
Kagura's brows knitted, sensing the fire's abnormality.
Neighbors' interviews echoed the eerie inexplicability.
Clutching his phone, he wandered to the bathroom, entering the changing area, sliding open the frosted glass door. "Nao, I'm heading out later. Could you… uh—"
Nao sat on a stool, rinsing with the showerhead.
"Don't mind me. I figured you might come in, so I left the door unlocked."
"…Sorry, I was distracted."
"Is something wrong?"
Nao paused the shower, brushing wet hair, holding the showerhead to her chest, covering herself, blinking at him.
"Forget it, you wash. We'll talk after."
Kagura closed the door, letting her bathe, casting cleaning spells to scrub himself thoroughly, then brushing his teeth, rinsing, and combing at the sink.
Though clean, he splashed cold water on his face repeatedly. Staring at his suddenly haggard reflection, he mused: I saved at 10 PM last night. If I reload, rush with Nao to warn them, could I save that girl?
But he shook his head.
Lives end every second. If he reloaded for every passing acquaintance, it'd be unfair to the world.
And if reloading altered the timeline—say, a successful surgery failed due to the shift—wouldn't he unknowingly harm others?
Sure, not sending Miru home might've saved her, but he couldn't shoulder all blame for her death just for doing a good deed.
Unless he directly caused their deaths—like an enemy mistaking their house for his, or someone framing him by killing them—he wouldn't reload. Or if a lover or family died, he might. But Miru Hakawa…? Not quite enough.
"Phew… Am I a heartless bastard…?"
Kagura shook his head, wryly.
Reloading would make now a hypothetical future. Last night's Kagura and Nao hadn't been intimate—wouldn't that mean he'd "freeloaded" off her via reload?
—Even if she was willing.
Golden Week's third day passed with Nao in bed. After the first time, she didn't make him wear a condom.
With his ferocious style, they'd break anyway.
Fourth Day, 8:30 AM
As Kagura prepared to leave, a call came in.
It was Ms. Tsurumi. In the car, he gestured to Nao and answered.
"Hello, Ms. Tsurumi, this is Kagura. Enjoying your holiday?"
He was heading to her place to meet her 11-year-old daughter, Rumi Tsurumi, to assess her as a potential piano student.
"Um… fine. Have you left, Mr. Sawamura?"
Her hesitant tone suggested trouble at home.
"Sorry, I'm just getting in the car, making you wait."
"No, no… I just tidied up. No rush, I'm grateful you're making time."
"You're too kind." Kagura shifted gears. "Everything okay there? Can I head out?"
"Well… Rumi's… ugh, let's talk when you arrive. I think your visit might help."
Her heavy tone sparked a realization. Wasn't Ms. Tsurumi's house near Miru Hakawa's?
She'd emailed the address, which he'd skimmed and passed to Nao for navigation. But now, it seemed close to the address Miru gave the cab driver.
"Was there a big fire near your place yesterday morning…?"
"Oh, that!" Ms. Tsurumi jumped in. "You saw the news? The Hakawa family—so tragic. A fire at 2:30 AM. Their daughter was Rumi's best friend at school… Rumi's locked herself in her room, not eating. I'm so worried."
"Ah…"
Kagura clicked his tongue, thinking: Both sixth graders, 11 years old. Classmates, no wonder.
"I'm so sorry, could you come? I'm a useless mom. Rumi idolizes you. Your guidance might help. She hasn't eaten—I'm scared."
Her pleading tone grated on him.
"Alright, if it's okay, I'll head out. You've helped me a lot at school."
"Please, don't say that. Just come."
She waited for him to hang up.
Rubbing his temples, overwhelmed, Kagura told Nao, "Let's go."
Today, he'd reverted to his refined young master look, dyeing his yellow hair black to avoid attention, pleasing Nao's eyes.
"What should I do there, Master Kagura?"
"Find a parking lot, wander, wait for my call. I might need a quick pickup or have you wait at a shop."
"As you wish~"
Nao replied playfully.
Her driving was swift and steady. In twenty minutes, familiar streets appeared. Last visit was at night; daytime felt similar yet different.
He recognized it.
"Uh, sorry, turn left at the next intersection."
"Understood."
Nao obeyed without question. A large, cordoned-off estate appeared, with cones and a "Danger: Do Not Enter" sign. The interior was ash, nothing left but the plot and walls.
Even the car had melted into slag, flowing from the garage, solidified like cooled lava.
"So tragic…"
Kagura's heart ached.
If he hadn't sent Miru home… But what fire could do this? Melting steel needs thousands of degrees, like a furnace, not an open residential blaze.
He couldn't fathom it, nor could experts. The area had sparked occult debates, dominating gossip shows.
"…Let's go."
Kagura shook his head, closing his eyes.
Burned so thoroughly, no bones remained—just ash mixed with wood debris, indistinguishable. No burial, no cenotaph. He couldn't even visit Miru's grave.
"Do you know this family?"
"A passing encounter… Never mind."
Kagura rubbed his temples.
Nao drove on silently, turning toward their destination.
Before opening his eyes, Nao said, "Master Kagura, Ms. Tsurumi is waiting outside."
He looked out as the car stopped. Avoiding pomp, he exited, forcing a smile to greet Ms. Tsurumi. "Hello."
Likely due to being a single parent with one child, her house was half the size of Yuihama's—a narrow two-story without a covered garage. A polished, old red Toyota sat there, probably her commute car.
Ms. Tsurumi bowed. "So glad you're here! Come in, and your driver… join us?"
"No, I'll go alone."
Kagura waved Nao off. She nodded, driving away. Ms. Tsurumi opened the door, ushering him in.
She'd dressed formally, with rare, meticulous makeup, but her figure had thickened, wrinkles etched her face. No amount of effort could reclaim beauty. Kagura sympathized with the struggles of a single mom raising a daughter.
The kitchen and living-dining area were merged, the stove against the wall, space cramped like Yuihama's. A side door revealed a Steinway grand piano.
"Tch… No expense spared," Kagura thought, not voicing it.
Her daughter's skill was unknown, but the instrument was top-tier.
"Please, sit. I'll pour tea."
Ms. Tsurumi pulled out a chair at a fairly new round wooden table. The chair's cushioned back was comfy, firm yet soft, kind to his backside.
Not lingering on small talk, Kagura sipped half his tea, then set it down, serious. "Your daughter's room is upstairs, right? Please lead the way."
"Of course, follow me."
Her face showed worry and apology as she rose.
Kagura followed, climbing the stairs.
"Here…"
At the landing, she pointed to a brown wooden door on the right. The second floor had only two rooms; the left was hers.
Kagura nodded, and she mirrored him, knocking softly. "Rumi? Please open the door. The new piano teacher Mommy invited is here. At least say hello…"
Her tone mixed parental concern with embarrassment. She'd gone to great lengths to bring Kagura, but Rumi's refusal to emerge was, in parental eyes, "shameful."
She hadn't told Rumi it was Kagura, only a "secret piano teacher."
Inside the Room
In a light purple lace nightdress, Rumi huddled in her blankets, trembling. Starving for over a day, an unshakable guilt kept her from leaving or eating.
She'd only drunk the "Lohas" water bottle from that night. As for relieving herself… well, she used the empty bottle, though it was tricky.
"It's not my fault… not my fault… I didn't burn your house… I didn't… Sorry, Miru, it wasn't me… I was just passing by… It wasn't me…"
Her teeth chattered, curled into a ball, sweating coldly, muttering endlessly.
That night, sent home by the oddly dressed "punk Kagura," Rumi had a terrifying nightmare.
She dreamt she wore an ornate furisode kimono, appearing in Miru Hakawa's home. Like a specter, she glided through rooms, flicking blood-red ghost flames with a wave. Gazing at her sleeping friend Miru, she tossed a flame under her bed.
Mr. Yuji and Ms. Ryoko's rooms weren't spared.
Finally, in the courtyard, she flung flames like blooming manjusaka, scattering them. Clasping her hands, she prayed—"Boom!!" The flames exploded, tongues of fire engulfing the estate.
The blaze roared as she walked unscathed, expressionless, watching liquid flames climb Miru's small body, charring her skin, blackening her hair, turning her into a fire-wreathed figure.
Agonized screams and sizzling flesh should've terrified Rumi, but she felt eerily calm, even elated, as if avenging a betrayal.
—Ah… The betrayers are burned! Yes, the Hakawas deserve to die! All of them!!
Fire everywhere, passing through her. She saw rescuers—firefighters, neighbors with buckets, basins, and extinguishers.
Someone dared rush in? Unacceptable!
Raising a hand, a fire wall surged, halting the brave soul.
Seeing water jets fail, watching stunned faces, she hovered gleefully, waving her arms in the night sky.
—No, this is a dream! Wake up! This isn't me! I don't want to kill Miru's family!
After struggling, Rumi awoke. A dream, thank goodness… But was it just a dream?
The answer was no.