From a distance, watching Makoto leave, Ran let out a sigh of relief, though there was a hint of disappointment. Yet almost immediately, a wave of confusion hit her.
Her feelings toward Ryuji were strange and unfamiliar. Seeing him made her heart race, and she found herself inexplicably preoccupied with him. Even noticing that he had only kissed Makoto, and had not taken things further, gave her a strange sense of relief.
"It feels… like Mr. Ryuji isn't that bad after all…"
But just as she was thinking this, a hand suddenly appeared behind her, slipping up under her skirt.
The warm, rough palm pressed against her pussy, and Ran's head shot up in surprise.
Before she could even scream, the other hand slid under her top, cupping her breasts... fuller than anyone else her age, though still incomparable to her mother's.
Instinctively, she wanted to lash out at the intruder behind her, but the low, commanding voice froze her movements and stifled her screams.
"Oh my, you're already wet." Ryuji murmured.
He slid his fingers inside her underwear grabbing her butt cheeks, feeling the fullness of her slightly more mature curves compared to Makoto. The sensation hit his palm immediately a feeling he had only experienced with a few women before but seeing her like this… it was intoxicating.
Honestly, he didn't entirely understand why. Her relationship status seemed fairly clear, so this shouldn't have been such a shock. Yet her sneaky stalking, the way she'd become aroused just from watching him kiss Makoto, and the instant silence when she realized he'd seen her... it was enough to make anyone's imagination run wild.
"You're already so wet, Miss Ran. And don't you know that randomly stalking and peeking like this is extremely impolite?"
Ryuji continued teasing her nipples, his fingers moving over her sensitive spots. Her breathing grew shallow and quick, and the sensation of his hands pressing through her clothes, coupled with the awareness that he was right behind her, made her legs go weak. She didn't know why she had instinctively spied on him, but she understood one thing: if Ryuji wanted to take things further, she couldn't resist.
Shyness, fear, and an odd sense of anticipation left her unable to fight back. Still, instinctively, she tried to pull away, knowing the intensity of what could happen if she stayed close to him.
"I...I, Mr. Ryuji… I just… I was worried about you and… that..."
She couldn't explain. She didn't know who Makoto was to him, only that her behavior mirrored her own... timid, hesitant, yet drawn to him.
I can't refuse Mr. Ryuji, and perhaps he felt the same way.
"You mean Makoto?" Ryuji said softly, using her name like a term of endearment. To him, Makoto came to him voluntarily and was different form other Sailor Moons. She was already his by choice.
"Ah… um… I just meant… about you and Miss Shizuko… and could you… please let go… Mr. Ryuji, if someone's around..."
She didn't understand why she hadn't pushed him away entirely, why the closeness felt intoxicating instead of threatening. But she was tense, afraid someone might see them and her parents would know about it.
"Ah, you're worried about Shizuko? Don't worry. She knows about us. In fact, the other day, when you were peeking, she even said she couldn't hold on any longer and wanted you to… help her out," Ryuji whispered into her ear. His warm breath made her ears tingle, and her neck flushed red.
What he said was so shocking... Miss Shizuko actually knew?
"But… what are you really worried about? Are you worried that Makoto is also my women, Miss Ran?"
Ryuji withdrew his fingers from under Ran's skirt, letting the sticky, glistening evidence of her arousal shown before her. She parted her lips slightly and he subconsciously guided his fingers into her mouth.
"And you think this is okay… if no one is around?" he teased.
His fingers moved inside her mouth relentlessly, rendering her attempts to push them away useless. He continued to instill her own taste onto her brain, filling her mind with a new, undeniable embarrassment.
Then, he cupped her chin, and the lips that had just kissed another woman now met hers. Their tongues tangled, their saliva mixing, leaving her breathless and unable to think clearly. Her body craved for more, and her mind offered no resistance.
Despite the roughness of his kiss, a strange, forbidden happiness bloomed inside her. She felt a sense of surrender, yet Ryuji softened his approach, adjusting her body into a perfect posture and guiding her tongue to enjoy the pleasure of kissing.
Ran hesitated, then allowed herself to follow his lead. They explored each other, tongues exploring, mixing their saliva into an even thicker, more intimate bond.
Finally, when she became dizzy from the intensity, Ryuji finally let go of her lips. Still immersed in the lingering intimacy, she didn't realize they had parted completely until a thin strand of saliva lingered between their lips before breaking.
"Mr. Ryuji, I..." she whispered, her voice trembling. She rested against him, clothes dampened from earlier, and thought of nothing else but surrender. She made no move to escape as he scooped her into his arms in a princess carry, cradling her gently.
"Mmm…" she murmured softly, offering no resistance.
Ryuji's gaze shifted to a bridal boutique across the street. Fully aware of her feelings, he carried her out of the empty alley inside the shop.
"Ryuji…" she whispered looking at Ryuji in surprise, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and disbelief.
He chuckled, addressing the sales girl.
"Please help my wife pick out some beautiful wedding dresses."
Though the clerk was slightly puzzled by Ran's flushed expression, it wasn't unusual for a bride-to-be to try on dresses upon engagement. She extended a hand.
"Sir… please put her down…"
Ryuji shook his head with a soft laugh.
"No need. I'll carry her while she chooses. When she finds one she likes, she can try it on. After all, this is my newly-captured bride.... I can't let her run away."
Ran's breath caught. She hadn't expected him to speak to her like this, despite how… lewd she'd been. And yet he still called her his wife.
Though the twisted world power left her powerless to resist, her mind still couldn't fully accept her actions. If not for that influence, she never would have surrendered herself so easily.
But her love for Shinichi Kudo would undoubtedly fade significantly because of this.
"Ah… okay, okay…"
The sales clerk couldn't help but laugh. She knew Ryuji would certainly take care of things afterward, but she still felt a pang of envy toward Ran, seeing her with such a loving husband.
Meanwhile, on the other side, a man waiting for his own fiancée to choose a dress shot Ryuji a resentful glare. Sometimes, the competitive streak between women could be mercilessly strong.
Ran, however, was in a daze. She didn't know whether she should agree to try on a wedding dress. Ryuji hadn't proposed, yet here she was, doing something only someone about to be married would do. And he had already called her his wife.
"But… but Miss Shizuko…"
Her mind struggled, but when her eyes fell on the pure white gowns and Ryuji's possessive gaze, she nodded silently.
With the clerk's guidance, Ryuji viewed several dresses. Most were elegant, long gowns... nothing scandalously revealing like the absurd dresses from the games. A few had subtle accents, like thigh-high stockings or sheer panels, designed to highlight a bride's legs.
The clerk suggested a dress that was modest yet accentuated Ran's beauty. Her eyes were glued to it as soon as it was displayed. Ryuji gently set her down, letting her try it on.
When Ran emerged in the gown, Ryuji couldn't hide his astonishment. The pure white fabric against her pale, blushing skin, paired with her shy expression, radiated a sacred kind of allure.
"You look beautiful," he said.
Ran didn't need to ask; seeing herself in the mirror, she felt happiness and satisfaction. Still, she couldn't resist trying on other gowns. Though she had already chosen this one, she wanted Ryuji's praise and experimented with different combinations.
And Ryuji also waited patiently.
Finally, Ran returned to the first dress she had tried, and Ryuji nodded in approval.
When she changed back into her clothes, Ryuji called over the salesgirl.
"I'll take ten sets of the one she chose, and ten sets of each she tried on earlier."
The salesgirl blinked in surprise.
"Sir… we're a proper boutique shop…"
Ryuji silently opened his wallet, revealing stacks of Japan's highest-denomination bills.
"…We actually have wholesale prices," the salesgirl said, her smile became unusually sincere.
By the time Ran emerged again, Ryuji's hands were full of boxes, and the store had even provided a cart to help. The number of dresses was substantial.
Ran, still dazed, didn't think much of it. Ryuji wasn't doing this just for fun... but because Ran and the other magical girls were all still young women, the previous worlds of "7 Days to Die" or "Demon Slayer" world hadn't offered such opportunities.
Now that the circumstances allowed it, wedding dresses and bridal attire were not only appropriate but necessary.... not only for pleasure but as a psychological signal: she already belonged to him.
After paying the bill, Ryuji pushed the cart towards his home, and Ran, holding his arm, staggered alongside him towards his house.
Ran still hadn't figured out what was really happening. Was she supposed to marry Ryuji or not? She didn't even understand what kind of relationship they have.
The only thing she knew for sure was that by the time she came back to her senses, she was already wearing a wedding dress, standing right before him.
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"You're stunning," Ryuji murmured.
He gently caressed Ran's cheek. At that moment, she wore delicate lace gloves, her long legs wrapped in pristine white lace stockings.
Although Ran was the first girl to wear a wedding dress and share a bed with him, Ryuji was certain she wouldn't be the first to stand beside him in a real marriage ceremony.
That place, he had already decided, would belong only to Erina. This was merely to indulge a small desire of his and to make sure of one thing:
Ran would never return to Shinichi Kudo.
After all, Ran was the type of girl who lacked strong resolve. With her strict parents, if they found out, there was a high chance she wouldn't resist them.
Ryuji wasn't Shinichi, he didn't have the bond of more than ten years of childhood friendship with her.
That meant he had to leave his mark.
"Ryuji… you… I…" Ran's voice trembled.
"You're beautiful, Ran," he said softly.
Even this simple affirmation served as a promise, quietly reducing her resistance and unwillingness. After all, she wasn't the kind of girl who could easily accept being part of a harem... but for now, this was enough.
Ryuji gently cupped Ran's face, pressing his lips against hers. Her eyes fluttered shut, her thoughts scattering as she surrendered to the sweetness of the kiss, choosing not to think too much and simply enjoy the intoxicating sensation.
This time, Ran responded more actively. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, her embrace carrying both the strength and grace of a karate champion.
When Ryuji pushed her down onto the bed, she didn't resist. Instead, she held his neck, gazed at his face for a fleeting moment, and then let her eyes drift closed again.
She couldn't reject him. She couldn't pull herself away from this moment. She stopped questioning whether she was being selfish, stopped wondering why she let herself fall into this situation. Instead, she accepted Ryuji.
Even if he was a man openly building a harem.
Ran couldn't fully come to terms with that fact, yet the weight of the wedding dress on her body and the haze of her emotions left her unable to do anything but give in.
Ryuji let out a low chuckle, thinking how unexpectedly adorable she was. His eyes roamed over her body, the tight-fitting wedding dress outlining every curve. The gown's design was clever... while the skirt covered her fully, the fabric was so light that the faintest lift offered an unhindered view of her lacy panties and long, stocking-clad legs.
The lingerie beneath matched perfectly, delicate silk trimmed with lace.
Her chest, too, was accentuated by the bodice's tightness, pushing her breasts upward. Yet a single tug downward was enough to bare her completely... no bra beneath, for the dress was designed to show her form without obstruction. Whoever had designed this outfit clearly understood desire.
On her feet, she wore translucent heels, like a modern Cinderella.
But Ryuji didn't bother stripping her. He kissed her lips again as he pulled off his own clothes, then intertwined his fingers with hers, pinning her hands. With his cock already hard and ready, he pushed into her waiting pussy in one rough, decisive thrust.
"Ahhhnnnn~!"
Ran let out a muffled cry at the sudden invasion, pain mixing with shock, while Ryuji groaned in deep satisfaction. He released her hands and began to knead her breasts with one hand, the other sliding down to grip her legs as they instinctively wrapped tightly around his waist.
The silky feel of her stockings against his skin drove him wild. Seeing Ran in that pristine white gown, her eyes filled with both pain and yearning, only made him chuckle as he thrust harder into her pussy.
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
Ran bit her lip, the sting of pain still there, but pleasure was rising fast, overwhelming her, flooding her senses until the ache was drowned out.
Ryuji noticed something unusual about Ran.
It wasn't her lack of technique, nor her wetness... no, it was something else. Just like with Erina, her body hadn't yet reached its full maturity. There was still room for growth, a tightness that resisted his advance, making every thrust a struggle. It made his movements less smooth, her body clinging to him almost stubbornly.
That realization surprised him. A woman her age should have been fully developed.
But…
Ryuji was deeply satisfied.
Her tight pussy clung desperately to his cock, squeezing him with such intensity that he felt dangerously close to losing control, to crying out in raw pleasure.
He began to move faster, his thrusts rougher. Ran whimpered through the pain, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes, yet her trembling body betrayed a deeper longing.
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Owww~!!! Ahnnnn~!"
Blood had already begun to stain the pure white of her wedding dress, but Ran didn't care. She clung to him tighter, arms circling his neck, pulling him down so that his weight crushed deliciously against her.
Haaah*! Haaahh*! Haah*!
"Ahn~! Ryuji! R-Ryuji—!"
Her breathing grew ragged, strained beneath the pressure of his body, but that suffocation only heightened her ecstasy.
She felt herself being consumed, dissolved into him... her body and soul merging with Ryuji's overwhelming presence.
It made her think, fleetingly, of another man... Shinichi Kudo.
But it wasn't regret. It wasn't even nostalgia. It was a cold, simple realization.
Because Shinichi had never made her feel like this. With him, she was always the one waiting, always the one reaching. He had never shown her the slightest hunger, the slightest desire.
Ryuji was different.
He devoured her, body and soul, with shameless greed.
As he lowered his head and bit down hard on her breast, pain shot through her, and her pussy instinctively clenched around his cock, making his thrusts even more difficult.
But she wanted more.
Not from Shinichi. Not from anyone else. Only from Ryuji.
She wanted him to always look at her with this hunger, this desperate need. For him to crave her alone, and never anyone else.
And in that moment, she finally understood.
Why her mother and Sonoko, had opposed her so-called romance with Shinichi.
Because that had never been love at all.
"Ryuji…" she whispered breathlessly.
"Hm?"
She leaned her forehead against his, feeling the pounding of his heart and the relentless thrust of his cock inside her... two rhythms that became one. Her voice trembled with bliss as she begged:
"Please… fuck me harder."
Ryuji's lips curled into a dark smile at her whispered plea.
"You really want that, Ran?" His voice was low, dangerous, vibrating against her skin as his breath brushed her ear.
"Yes…" Her voice trembled, but her arms only pulled him tighter, her body betraying a hunger she could no longer deny.
"Please… fuck me harder."
Ryuji didn't need to be told twice.
He shifted, pinning her wrists above her head with one strong hand, his weight pressing her deep into the sheets. With the other, he gripped her thigh and hooked it over his shoulder, spreading her legs wide, forcing her open for him.
Then he slammed into her.
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"AAAhhhhnnnn~!!!!!!! Ryuji!!!!!!!"
The bedframe groaned violently with each thrust, her body jerking helplessly beneath his rhythm. The wedding dress clung to her sweat-slicked skin, the white fabric ruined by the mixture of blood, tears, and arousal that marked her surrender.
"Ahnn~ Ah... ahh~ Ohhhn~ mmmnn~!!!!'
Ran cried out, the sound half a sob, half a moan of desperate pleasure.
Ryuji's pace was merciless. Every stroke drove him deeper, grinding against places she didn't even know existed, tearing down every barrier she had left. He kissed her again, not gently this time, but with a hunger that stole her breath, swallowing her cries as his tongue invaded her mouth with the same ruthless intensity as his body.
Her legs trembled violently, the stockings clinging to her damp skin as she wrapped them tighter around his waist, clinging to him as though letting go would destroy her.
"You're mine, Ran," Ryuji growled into her mouth, his thrusts growing even harder, even faster. "Say it."
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Mmnn~"
Her head snapped back against the pillow, eyes rolling with pleasure as the demand tore through her. She could barely form words between gasps, but the truth spilled out of her, raw and undeniable.
"I'm yours! Ryuji... I'm yours, only yours!"
Hearing that, Ryuji lost all restraint.
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Mmnn.....Yes!... Ahhn... harder!!!!"
"Ahhnnn~ Ohhh~!!!! Ryuji!!!"
The rhythm of his thrusts turned savage, each movement punctuated with the wet slap of skin against skin, until Ran's voice broke into incoherent cries, her nails raking red trails across his back. She convulsed around him, her body seizing as wave after wave of ecstasy tore through her.
But Ryuji didn't stop. He pressed her down harder, kissed her until she was breathless, and kept driving himself into her trembling body, branding her with every ruthless stroke until she could no longer think, no longer breathe... only feel him.
By the time his release finally came, it was with a guttural growl against her ear, his body shuddering violently as he poured himself deep inside her.
Ran could only cling to him weakly, her body wrecked, her voice hoarse, her mind lost in a haze of blissful surrender.
And in that moment, she knew.
There would never be anyone else for her.
Haaah*! Haaahh*! Haah*!
Ran collapsed against the sheets, her chest heaving, her body trembling with aftershocks that refused to stop. The once-pristine wedding dress was ruined... streaked with sweat, smeared with blood, clinging damply to her flushed skin. The delicate lace gloves were torn, and the stockings had slipped down unevenly on her thighs, twisted by the violence of their union.
She had never felt so undone.
Ryuji didn't pull away. Instead, he hovered over her, his cock still buried inside her, his broad chest pressed to hers. His hand brushed the damp strands of hair from her face, fingers surprisingly tender after the merciless way he had just claimed her.
"You look beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice low and rough, his thumb tracing the swollen outline of her lips. "A ruined bride… mine alone."
Ran's cheeks burned, her lips quivering. She should have felt shame, but all she could feel was the thrum of satisfaction in her body and the weight of his presence holding her down. Her hands moved weakly, curling into the muscles of his back as if anchoring herself.
Ryuji kissed her again, this time slow, almost gentle.... an aftercare that contradicted his earlier brutality. He whispered against her lips, "Don't think about anyone else. Not Shinichi. Not anyone. From now on, it's only me."
Her breath caught. The name Shinichi stabbed into her chest like a shard of glass.
Once, the thought of him had been everything... her childhood, her love, her future. But now, lying here in torn silk, her body marked and filled by Ryuji, she felt those feelings disintegrating like paper in fire.
He never looked at me this way… never touched me like this. He never even wanted me.
The realization was sharp, bitter, and freeing all at once.
Tears welled in her eyes, though not from pain. She pressed her forehead to Ryuji's chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.
"I… I don't know what's happening to me," she whispered, her voice breaking.
Ryuji stroked her hair, his tone dark but steady. "What's happening is simple. You've stopped waiting for a boy who could never claim you. You've found the man who will."
Her heart lurched. His words were domineering, even cruel in their certainty, yet they settled into her like truth. The more she tried to summon Shinichi's face, the more it blurred and faded, replaced by the overwhelming reality of the man holding her.
Her ruined wedding dress whispered as she shifted against him, the smell of sex heavy in the air, the taste of his kisses still clinging to her lips. She was afraid... afraid of what she was becoming, afraid of how quickly her heart had been branded.
But beneath the fear was something else.
A dangerous, intoxicating relief.
If this is what it means to be his… then maybe I don't need anything else.
Ryuji tilted her chin up again, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Say it, Ran."
She swallowed hard, her tears glistening.
"…I'm yours."
"Good girl." His smile was slow, satisfied, as he kissed her tears away and finally allowed her to rest, cradled in his arms like a broken bride who had been remade to his design.
And for the first time in years, Shinichi's shadow began to vanish from her heart.
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