"Ah!"
Ran screamed again, her body jolting with shock. But since she was face-down, she couldn't see what was happening. Ryuji quickly lifted her... not in a princess carry, but in another position. He hooked his arm under her knees from behind, seized her wrists, and in the same moment as he rose to his feet, he thrust his hardened cock back into her dripping pussy.
Already oversensitive, Ran cried out in a mixture of pleasure and shame. Her body shuddered as she realized something new... Ryuji was manipulating water within her, making it swirl and pulse inside her body. The sensation was terrifyingly strange.
Her unease showed immediately, and as he rocked his hips, she gasped out a question.
"This… what are you doing?"
"This is my power. That's right... I'm a person with super powers," he murmured, holding one hand before her face. Droplets of water formed and danced in the air, shimmering before her wide eyes. Her lips parted in astonishment, only to be caught immediately in a deep kiss that stole her breath.
But his pace never slowed. Carrying her into the bathroom, he twisted the hot water tap open. With a casual flick of sword-qi, he sliced off a small piece of soap. It was much thinner than his cock narrow enough to slip inside her without causing any discomfort, but perfect for what he intended.
Controlling the water like invisible fingers, he pressed the fragment of milk-scented soap to her tight rear entrance, easing it inside. Ran stiffened, her voice trembling.
"Ryuji… is it really possible there…"
She was a little uneasy because she was not mentally prepared for anal.
"Of course it's fine," he chuckled. "Every inch of you belongs to me, my dear Ran. And I know exactly how to use what's mine."
The twisted world power had assisted him greatly in conquering Ran. He now knew very well that... Ran's deepest weakness was her desire to be dominated.
That was the truth of her.
Although she often appeared strong, even rough, it was only an act. She played the part of the dutiful daughter, the dependable friend, the future wife.
If there was someone who could completely dominate her body, heart, and will... then Ran would become the perfect wife... still capable of her own thoughts, but utterly devoted to fulfilling her husband's every need, obeying his every decision without hesitation.
And she wouldn't wither under such a life. On the contrary, she would bloom, brimming with vitality and satisfaction.
A Yamato Nadeshiko in the purest sense.
Yes, she could kick through iron shutters, shatter concrete pillars with her legs, and terrify delinquents with her strength. But at her core, she was the archetype of the obedient Japanese wife.
And this ironically was why Ran Mouri had never been particularly popular. Compared to Haibara Ai, Ran is too indecisive and self-centered.
On the surface, she seemed to hold the household together, but in reality, she could do nothing.
She couldn't reunite her parents. They didn't even try to ease her burden by pretending to be a family for her sake. Her home life had failed her: neither Kogoro nor Eri had ever given her warmth, nor had they shielded her from burdens she shouldn't have borne.
She couldn't stop Shinichi from throwing himself into the pursuit of truth. She couldn't stop her father from continuing his bad habits.
Ran was cherished in words, but in daily life she was neglected, denied both a father's protection and a mother's nurture.
So, rather than blaming Ran, the blame lay with Eri Kisaki and Kogorō Mouri for giving their daughter a broken home and a lonely childhood.
The more beautiful their romance appeared, the more tragic and pitiful Ran herself seemed.
What she really needed was guidance to think for herself.
But that was impossible, her values were already too deeply set. Trying to change her would only leave her bewildered, just like the twisted world power of this world had left her.
That was why Ryuji chose another path: to satisfy her desperate need for safety or in other words her need to be dominated.
Because to be dominated was, for her, to feel needed.
And Ran was starved for that feeling.
"Behave yourself, or I'll spank you," Ryuji said with a teasing edge. "I'm stamping my name all over your body. Every inch of you belongs to me, and I won't stop just because you complain."
His words made Ran instinctively nod, before she quickly covered her blushing face with both hands. The thought of being "stamped" everywhere was mortifying… and yet, it thrilled her.
She found herself nodding again, this time almost eagerly, as anticipation welled up inside her.
But...
"Ryuji, it feels… strange. I… I can't hold it much longer…"
The soap, swirling with the water inside her, rubbed against her in ways she had never imagined. The pressure built unbearably, a desperate need to release overtaking her.
Worse, the stimulation made her feel as though she might… leak. The shame of it was overwhelming.
Ran buried her face in her hands. I must be insane. How could I have agreed to this?
But deep down, she knew: if she refused now, Ryuji would only find another way to make her do it later.
If that's the case… then doing it now is no different…
Biting her lip, she trembled between shame and arousal.
Ryuji, sensing her limit, pulled his throbbing cock from her trembling pussy and set her down on the toilet seat.
Ran clutched at her wedding dress, desperate not to soil it, but when she looked up, she found Ryuji watching her intently. Her heart raced.
"Um… Ryuji… could you turn around? I… I'm embarrassed."
"No."
His reply was firm, leaving no room for argument.
Ran's shoulders slumped. "…Okay."
Ran stopped speaking. Ryuji also stilled the swirling current within her and let her body take over.
He couldn't see the way she released, nor was he interested. But Ran herself felt as if she might faint from humiliation, because now... liquid gushed from her in three directions.
What concerned her the most was the faint trickle from the spot where Ryuji's cock had just been. It was the least, but it was the one that made her burn with shame.
She didn't want to experience something this humiliating again. So when it was over, she obediently let Ryuji guide warm water through her body, flushing her clean until only clear liquid remained.
Ryuji didn't particularly enjoy this act either, but if he wanted to leave his mark on Ran, he had to make her do things she never would have imagined.
More importantly, this was her punishment.
So, during the final cleansing, he pressed down on Ran's head, forcing her to look at the monstrous cock he now presented before her lips.
Ran's breath quickened instantly.
She had imagined this moment, ever since that day when half-conscious... she had glimpsed Shizuko performing something similar for Ryuji. But seeing his manhood up close, slick with what might have been her own blood, she still became nervous.
She wasn't ready. She wasn't dressed to kneel on a bathroom floor, wedding dress pooling around her, and give him a blowjob.
This was nothing like the upbringing she'd had. Nothing like her sheltered life.
She had no experience... none at all.
And yet… Ryuji's expectant gaze held her. Ran drew a shaky breath, then wrapped her lace-gloved hand around his cock and opened her mouth.
Her red lips and soft pink tongue looked even more vivid against the white lace. The slickness coating his cock made the gloves feel strange in her grip, but she didn't let go.
Nervously, she touched her tongue to the swollen tip, then sealed her lips around it and began to suck.
It was awkward, clumsy... but it was also exactly what she had once dreamed of.
Gluck!* Gluck!!* Slurp!*
Ryuji groaned softly, the warmth of her mouth and the tentative pressure of her tongue sending sharp jolts of pleasure through him. He threaded his fingers through her hair, holding her head still as he enjoyed the sensation.
Her delicate headpiece trembled each time she bobbed forward, moving her head with growing rhythm.
She wasn't skilled... just a girl who had secretly observed enough to copy the motions. When his thickness pressed against the back of her throat, her body instinctively fought it. She gagged, struggling, but Ryuji pushed anyway, holding her in place until she surrendered. Ran forced herself to endure, choking down her discomfort to give him the pleasure he demanded.
Her submission startled even Ryuji. The sense of conquest... breaking down such resistance and turning it into obedience was intoxicating. He began to thrust steadily, sometimes teasing her in ways that made her shudder.
He pried her tongue aside with his shaft, rubbed against the root to make her drool uncontrollably, even mimicked brushing her teeth so she couldn't escape his taste.
Ran endured it all.
At last, when she was near exhaustion, he pulled free with a wet pop, leaving strings of saliva to spill down her chin and drip onto her gown.
"Ah!"
Ran gasped and hurriedly cupped her hands to catch the mess, desperate to protect her wedding dress and stockings. But her lace gloves were soaked, ruined.
Ryuji chuckled at the sight, making her blush furiously and turn her head away.
"Mr. Ryuji… is a bad man," she whispered, embarrassed by his laughter.
He pinched her chin and forced her to meet his eyes.
"Still calling me that?"
His words made her heart beat faster and she answered subconsciously.
"B-boyfriend-kun…?"
Her words made Ryuji chuckle. Knowing that this it wasn't the right answer, her eyes were a little uneasy. To be precise she was a little surprised and incredulous.
"Call me husband," he said casually. "Or the father of our children. Either works. Even in front of Auntie Eri, you can switch how you call me. If necessary, we can even have her help us register the marriage. And if you like this house, I'll buy it outright and put your name on the deed, make it our home."
He said it casually, but it made Ran open her eyes wide.
Because this was something Shinichi had never once offered her.
She didn't care about house. Her family already owned more than enough... an entire building, swaths of land, all of it destined to be hers one day.
What struck her wasn't the house.
It was his attitude.
Ran felt it in her chest, Ryuji had chosen her.
For a moment, she thought: He had given up Shizuko,for me…
Noticing where her thoughts were drifting, Ryuji knocked her lightly on the forehead.
"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm still building a harem. You've seen it yourself... you alone can't satisfy me."
He pointed at his still hard cock between his legs, still dripping with her saliva, making Ran flush with shame.
It was the truth. She had felt it herself. Even though they weren't married yet, she already felt like a wife who had failed her duty as a wife who could not satisfy her husband.
"So yes, I'll have many wives. But you, little fool, would just be scared of that, wouldn't you?"
He ruffled her hair with a half-smile.
Makoto was a Sailor Moon... she carried her own strength, her own purpose. A title like "wife" was simply proof for her, a matter of acknowledgment.
But for Ran, the meaning was different.
Ryuji knew with certainty... that Ran's life plan was simple: to ger married, to build a home. Nothing else.
Shizuko loved sports. Makoto had her own passions. But Ran… her entire world was family, and nothing beyond that.
So while for other women a marriage certificate was nothing more than proof, for Ran it was everything.
It meant she finally had a home protected by law.
For someone whose mother was a lawyer, whose parents had become strangers because of legal battles, that paper meant more to Ran than anyone else could understand.
Ryuji understood this clearly, even without the spoilers of world power. Which was why, from the very beginning, he had decided that if the opportunity arose, he would give Ran that marriage certificate.
"Thank you… thank you, Ryuji…"
Ran clung to him tightly, tears streaming down her face. She was more certain than ever—Ryuji was the one who could satisfy her. She didn't regret giving herself to him, but now that he had promised her a future, the relief overwhelmed her. The unease she had felt, the fear that her impulsive choice might ruin her life... it all dissolved into grateful tears.
So, after they had cleaned themselves thoroughly, Ran shyly lowered herself onto the bed. She positioned herself on all fours, blushing furiously. At Ryuji's request, she used her silk-gloved hands to spread apart her not-so-full, but perfectly shaped buttocks.
"P-Please… come inside me…"
It was completely different from before. For the first time in her life, Ran felt true happiness she had never felt before and became proactive.
She was even looking forward to it.
She no longer questioned why she desired him so badly.
It was love at first sight.
And she no longer wondered why she acted so shamelessly.
Because for the man destined for her, shamelessness wasn't debauchery. It was passion... a virtue, a gift.
"I'm coming in," Ryuji said with a chuckle.
He pressed forward, sliding his thick cock into her freshly prepared back entrance, pushing deep into Ran's tight, slightly rough channel. She shuddered beneath him, not from physical pleasure but from the act of surrender itself. Face flushed with joy, she lifted her hips higher, offering herself fully, inviting him to thrust deeper.
That primal sense of conquest surged through Ryuji again.
Especially when Ran's expression turned blissful.
Strictly speaking, her body wasn't the most comfortable. Her hips weren't as full as her mother's, so sometimes his thrusts struck bone. She lacked the overflowing, cushiony softness of Mai Shiranui, or the sinking, enveloping warmth of Tsunade.
But the sight of Ran... smiling through her tears, trembling as she gave herself wholly to him, has its own ecstasy.
And so, after only a short while of using her back entrance, Ryuji suddenly pulled out. In the next instant, he thrust back into Ran's drenched, welcoming pussy.
This time, Ran didn't scream in pain. Instead, a moan of pure satisfaction escaped her lips, and her body clumsily began to match his rhythm.
Pah!* Pah!* Pah!*
"Owww~!!! Ahnnnn~!"
"Ahhn~ Ahh~ Ahh~"
"Mmnn~Yes!... ahhn~harder!!!!"
Her voice grew louder, freer, filled with pleasure and surrender.
Ran was feeling both physical and emotional fulfillment. But not everyone nearby shared in that bliss.
"Bastard…"
Fujiko was grinding her own pussy with her fingers, cursing Ryuji furiously in her heart.
From the pitch and rhythm of the girl's moans, she could tell... Ryuji had been at it for hours already!
Such an unbelievable man… she couldn't help but crave him. She wanted to throw herself into his bed, not just to sate lust, but to test herself against him.
At first, she hadn't cared. Sleeping with him for freedom, or even as a quick fling... whatever the outcome, she thought she could walk away unchanged. Whether she went back to being a thief, retired into a quiet marriage, or died in some heist, it didn't matter.
But now, hearing Ran's ecstatic cries, Fujiko's view of him had changed completely. From indifference, she had shifted into raw desire. She wanted to taste this man... a man who could keep a woman moaning for hours without pause.
In all her years of roaming the world, she had never met a beast like him.
Her body burned with the need to be taken.
"This man… so shamelessly virile. I've really never seen the like…"
She licked the corner of her lips, her own lust still unsatisfied from listening to Ran's moans. But instead of touching herself further, she forced herself to endure. She would bide her time. When her chance came, when she faced Ryuji in bed, she would unleash everything... her skill, her seduction, her full strength.
Until then, she would smolder.
Meanwhile, Akemi's face flushed scarlet. She had once had a boyfriend, but she had never experienced anything close to what she was hearing now. That didn't escape Fujiko's sharp eyes.
"Hey, little sister… didn't you say you had a boyfriend? And yet you can't even handle this much?"
In her mind, a woman involved with the underground should have more experience or at the very least know how to vent her needs. The underworld wasn't kind. Life was lived day by day, with death always around the corner.
After all, in their world, clinging to chastity was almost insanity. No one expected innocence when tomorrow might never come. Even if you weren't as indulgent as Fujiko herself, you should at least be able to hear another woman's moans without blushing like a schoolgirl.
Fujiko was a special case, of course. Her urges were stronger than most, and she indulged them freely.
But this girl… Could it be…?
Fujiko frowned, studying Akemi carefully. It dawned on her...
Was this girl actually… a virgin?
"I-I just… I've never been through something like this before."
Akemi's fingers tangled together, betraying her nerves. The truth was, she had never gone that far. Even with her so-called boyfriend, their relationship had been little more than holding hands, a few hugs. Nothing deeper.
Everyone knew how the Black Organization worked. Any slip, any hint of emotional weakness, could get you killed. Gin especially wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger. So even couples kept everything strictly under wraps.
"…So you really are untouched." Fujiko shifted her pose, sighing softly.
She had heard of the Organization, of course. She didn't know every detail, but she understood their methods all too well. Anyone suspected of leaking information or even suspected of wavering loyalty was eliminated without hesitation.
For Akemi, even being "let go" by Ryuji didn't matter. The Organization would never forgive her. In their eyes, a discarded member couldn't be trusted to keep secrets. And even if she did keep them, who would believe her?
Her death was already written.
Fujiko knew it. Akemi's path was different from her own. Fujiko had chosen the shadows out of rebellion against rules, but Akemi had never been given a choice.
Stretching lazily, Fujiko let out a long breath. "Here's some advice for you, little girl."
"Eh?" Akemi blinked, startled, unsure what Fujiko meant.
"Women like us… we can't afford to chase love." Fujiko's tone was heavy, tinged with resignation.
"Living for the moment... that's the only way to make life a little easier."
She didn't want to see this naïve woman die. But she knew there was only one way to keep her alive.
Akemi needed to give Ryuji a reason... an undeniable reason... to never let her go.
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