On my way up to the rooftop, my thoughts circled back to Kotoha.
When I first met her after regressing, she had been cute, innocent, easy to sway. Now the changes were undeniable. Her transformation into my personal meat toilet was already halfway complete.
Her mind was thoroughly lewd now. Obedience sharpened into something only I could shape. She didn't just follow anymore. She wanted it. Just as I focused on wringing every ounce of pleasure from her, she focused on giving it back. Nothing made her happier than carrying out my instructions.
Her mouth was already a sexual organ. Each day her throat adapted. Her gag reflex weakened. Her lips learned how to worship me properly. She was a natural meat toilet, born for this role.
The foundation of my training was sensitivity. I turned her entire body into an erogenous zone that responded only to me. Her hands, once clumsy, now twitched with arousal the moment I guided them. Her nipples, honed through relentless edging, had grown unbearably tender, capable of making her writhe with just a brush of my fingers.
Now it was time to focus on her ass. The earlier steps had prepared her. Every reaction confirmed she was ready. If she kept progressing like this, if her training held, I could take her completely by Golden Week.
From my previous life, I already knew. Kotoha's favorite sexual organ was not her mouth. It was not her pussy. It was her ass. That was where her body betrayed her the most. That was where her mind melted. That was where her pleasure spilled over beyond control. She was born for it. Even if she hadn't realized it yet in this timeline, her body would remember.
A mouth can be kissed.
A pussy can be called sacred.
They carry the illusion of romance, of tenderness, of love.
The ass is different. The ass is filth. It was never meant for affection. Never meant for creation. Never meant for love. And yet that is why I must claim it.
When I put myself inside her ass, I erase the last illusion that she is anything but mine. A toy does not choose how it is used. It simply exists to be played with.
But it isn't only for me. It is for her happiness too, in its own twisted way. Because when she moans from the fullness in her ass, when her eyes glaze and she admits she loves it more than anything, that will be her truest joy.
Not because she is loved in the way others would call pure. But because I am giving her what her body was made for.
Her pussy might one day give life. Her mouth can still speak. But her ass, once broken in by me, becomes the organ of her true self.
And Kotoha's role as a toy, my meat toilet, will be the glue that holds my harem together. A toy not just for my pleasure, but for Hikari's and Hiyori's as well.
This is my resolution as someone who loves Kotoha. To give her the role that suits her best. The role that will make her happiest.
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We met on the rooftop and I enjoyed her bento as usual. The sun was warm, the breeze gentle, the hum of the city far below. Kotoha leaned into me, her ponytails brushing my arm as she rested her head comfortably on my shoulder. Her body was soft and warm, her presence so natural it felt like she belonged pressed against me.
"There's been a lot of people coming up here lately…"
"The weather is nice so it's not a surprise."
"Aren't you frustrated..?"
"Why?"
"Because now we can't do dirty things up here…"
"Pervert."
"You're the one that made me like this, Souta-kun."
Her voice carried that innocent lilt, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed how shameless she had become.
"Speaking of which, I won't touch your pussy anymore, Kotoha."
"Eh—? Why..?"
"From now on, the only pleasure you're allowed to feel is from your ass."
"B-but…"
"If you work hard, maybe I'll touch it as your reward."
"Okay~ If I just have to work hard, it's no problem."
She smiled as though it was a game, her obedience so casual it almost made me laugh.
"Of course, the rule remains the same, you aren't allowed to masturbate. You're only allowed to feel good when you're with me."
"You're such a big meanie…"
"From now on, you have to use the enema on yourself every day. I did it for you this morning to teach you, but you have to do it yourself so you're clean for me."
"That's a lot of instructions…"
"You don't want to?"
"As long as I get to be with Souta-kun, I don't mind doing it!"
Her eyes sparkled with simple devotion. Even the lewdest order sounded sweet in her voice, like she was promising me her whole self without hesitation.
I couldn't resist. I tilted her chin and pressed my lips to hers. She melted instantly, her soft mouth yielding, her breath warm against me. When I pulled back, her smile was blissful, her cheeks glowing.
"…Souta-kun."
"What is it?"
"You went out with my mom yesterday, didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"…You didn't tell me."
"I have to tell you?"
"Yes. I'll get jealous if you don't tell me."
"But she's your mom."
"But you took her out on a date."
"Can't I? I like you both equally. You're both family to me."
I let those words sink in, knowing exactly what I was doing. I had no intention of hiding it from her.
Better to let the seeds take root now. A casual phrase here, a suggestion there, until the day she connected the dots herself. Then the idea of sharing me with Hikari wouldn't just feel possible. It would feel natural.
"If you say it like that… I guess it's fine. So when we went to the aquarium, it was a date?"
"It was."
"When we went to the movies too?"
"Also a date."
"That makes me really happy!"
Her smile bloomed bright, eyes shining with pride as if knowing we went on a date truly pleased her.
"You're truly adorable."
"…That's embarrassing."
Her cheeks flushed, and she hid her face against my shoulder, her ponytails brushing over my arm as her small body leaned closer, clinging with shy warmth.