Yuki stood outside the school gates for the first time in seven days, his stomach twisting into knots. Seven days since he'd last walked through these gates. Seven days of living in Mizuki's house, wrapped in her care and protection, trying to forget Hayato's hands in his hair and the taste of his dick, and the horror of feeling pleasure from it.
The morning sun was too bright, the sounds of students chattering too loud. Everything felt overwhelming after a week of quiet isolation.
"You'll be fine," Mizuki said beside him, her hand squeezing his almost painfully tight. "I'll be right there with you. Every step."
"What if people ask where I've been?" Yuki's voice came out smaller than he intended.
"Tell them exactly what we practiced. Food poisoning from that new ramen place. We both got it, very sick, had to stay home." Her grip tightened further. "Stick to the story, Yuki-kun. Don't mention anything about Hayato or... that night, Okay?"
"Okay," Yuki whispered.
"Good boy." She finally loosened her grip, but immediately laced their fingers together instead. "Let's go."
They walked through the gates together, and Yuki immediately felt the weight of dozens of eyes on them. Students stared, whispered, pointed at their joined hands. Some smiled knowingly. Others looked confused. A few seemed concerned.
"Nakamura! Mizuki!" Tanaka's voice cut through the morning chatter as he rushed over, relief and worry warring on his face. "Dude, where the hell have you been? You just disappeared! No one could reach you for a week!"
"Stomach bug," Yuki recited mechanically, the lie Mizuki had drilled into him. "Really bad one. Food poisoning. We both got it from—"
"That new ramen place," Mizuki finished smoothly, her voice bright and cheerful. "Worst mistake ever. We were both so sick. Couldn't even look at our phones without feeling nauseous."
"Both of you got it? At the same time?" Tanaka's eyebrows rose slightly.
"We went together," Mizuki explained, her thumb rubbing circles on Yuki's hand. A soothing gesture that somehow felt more sensitive than usual. "Last Sunday night. Both ordered the same thing. Both got violently ill. Spent the whole week basically dying in my house because Yuki's mom works nights and couldn't take care of him."
It was all lies, of course. Smooth, practiced lies that Mizuki had made him rehearse over and over until they flowed naturally. The truth—that Yuki had gone to another boy's apartment and been skull fucked, enjoyed it a little, that Mizuki had picked him up broken and alone, that he'd spent the week isolated and dependent on her—was buried under layers of fiction.
"That sucks, man," Tanaka said, accepting the story easily. "You should report that place. Get them shut down or something."
"We're considering it," Mizuki said before Yuki could respond. "But right now we just want to get back to normal, you know? The whole experience was pretty bad."
"Well, glad you're both okay now," Tanaka clapped Yuki on the shoulder, making him flinch involuntarily. "You missed some crazy drama last week. Apparently Hayato from 3-A got suspended for—"
"We should get to class," Mizuki interrupted sharply, her nails digging into Yuki's palm. "Don't want to be late on our first day back. Come on, Yuki-kun."
She pulled him away before Tanaka could finish, before Yuki could hear what Hayato had been suspended for. Probably for what he'd done to someone else. Probably for being the vile beast he was.
"Don't listen to gossip about him," Mizuki said quietly as they walked. "It doesn't matter. He's out of your life now. I made sure of it."
Yuki wanted to ask what she meant by that but was too afraid of the answer.
Throughout the day, Mizuki never left his side. Not once. Between every class, she was waiting outside his classroom door. During the ten-minute break, she walked him to his locker and stood guard while he got his books. At lunch, she sat so close their thighs pressed together, her hand possessively on his knee under the table where others couldn't see.
When Yuki excused himself to go to the bathroom during lunch, Mizuki immediately stood up too.
"I should go too," she said brightly.
"Mizuki, I'm just going to the bathroom—"
"I know. And the girls' bathroom is right next to the boys'. I'll wait outside for you." Her smile was sweet but her eyes held that intensity that made Yuki's stomach clench. "After what happened, I just... I need to know you're safe. You understand, right? I'm just protecting you."
Yuki did understand, in a twisted way. She was scared he'd get hurt again. Scared someone else would take advantage of him. It was sweet, in a suffocating sort of way.
"Okay," he agreed quietly.
True to her word, Mizuki waited outside the bathroom. When Yuki emerged three minutes later, she was leaning against the wall, her phone in hand. The moment she saw him, she smiled and reached for his hand again.
"See? That wasn't so bad. I'm just looking out for you, baby."
The pet name made something twist in Yuki's chest, but he didn't say anything.
During fifth period—a class they didn't share—Yuki found himself actually relaxing slightly without Mizuki's constant presence. He was in the middle of taking notes when his phone buzzed.
Mizuki: How's class?
Yuki glanced at it, then back at the board. He'd respond after class.
Thirty seconds later, another buzz.
Mizuki: Yuki-kun?
Mizuki: Are you okay?
Mizuki: Answer me please
Mizuki: I'm getting worried
Four messages in two minutes. Yuki quickly typed back:
Yuki: I'm fine, just in class. Will text after.
Mizuki: Okay good. I was scared something happened. Love you 💕
Mizuki: Can't wait to see you after class
Mizuki: Only 35 more minutes
Yuki silenced his phone and tried to focus on the lesson, but he could feel the device buzzing periodically in his pocket. By the time class ended, he had twelve more messages from Mizuki—random thoughts, expressions of love, reminders that she was waiting for him, questions about what he was doing.
When he finally emerged from the classroom, she was right there, as promised. Her face lit up like he'd been gone for days instead of forty-five minutes.
His mind also wondered to her body, his eyes scanning it rather intensely, due to the sunlight coming from a window parallel to her, it highlighted every part of her body, her perfect boobs which were just enough to be held by here white shirt, her curvy body, perfect hips and thick thighs, Yuki shuddered
"There you are! I missed you." She wrapped him in a tight hug, seemingly oblivious to the other students filing past them or that she was crushing his face between her chest. "Did you get my messages?"
"Yeah, sorry, I was paying attention in class—"
"That's okay. As long as you're safe." She pulled back to look at him, her hands cupping his face. "That's all that matters. You're safe."
Why is this so hot?
Tuesday
Yuki woke up in Mizuki's bed—their bed now, really, since he hadn't slept in his own apartment in over a week. She was wrapped around him from behind, her arm heavy across his waist, her breath warm against his neck.
He tried to slip out carefully to use the bathroom, but her arm immediately tightened.
"Where are you going?" Her voice was thick with sleep but alert.
"Just the bathroom. I'll be right back."
"Mm. Okay. Hurry back." She mumbeled
In the bathroom, Yuki splashed water on his face and stared at his reflection. He looked tired. There were shadows under his eyes from nightmares that still woke him up gasping. His hair was getting longer—Mizuki kept saying she liked it that way, so he hadn't cut it, he looked prettier now, he liked it. The hickey she'd left on his neck two days ago was still visible, a purple-blue claim of her ownership.
When had he become this person? This dependent, passive version of himself? why was he always giving into her touch, the soft hands melting anything that came between her and him
His phone sat on the sink counter, and he picked it up out of habit. Three missed calls from his mother from last night. He should call her back, let her know he was okay. But Mizuki had convinced him his mother didn't really care, was too busy with work to notice him anyway, so what was the point?
He was about to set the phone down when it buzzed with a new message.
Unknown Number: I know what he did to you.
Yuki's heart stopped. Who—?
Another message appeared:
Unknown Number: Hayato. I know what he did. He did it to someone else too. We're reporting him. If you want to add your testimony, contact me.
Before Yuki could process this, respond, even think, the bathroom door opened.
Mizuki stood there, her expression dark. "Who are you texting?"
"I—no one, it's just—"
She snatched the phone from his hand, her eyes scanning the messages. Her expression went from suspicion to fury in seconds.
"Who the fuck is this?" She started typing on his phone. "Yuki doesn't want to be contacted about this. Leave him alone."
"Mizuki, wait—"
She hit send, then blocked the number. "There. Problem solved."
"But what if I wanted to—"
"To what? Relive your trauma? Go through a whole investigation where you have to tell strangers exactly what he did to you?" Mizuki's voice was sharp, but then it softened as she cupped his face. "Baby, I'm protecting you. That kind of thing would destroy you. You're still healing. The last thing you need is to get dragged through some legal process."
It made sense. It did. The thought of having to describe that night to police, to lawyers, made Yuki want to be sick.
"Okay," he agreed quietly.
"Good." Mizuki kissed his forehead and handed his phone back. "Now, let's get ready for school. And Yuki-kun? Maybe you should give me your passcode. Just in case something like this happens again and I need to stop you from seeing these triggering messages."
"I... okay."
Yuki told her his passcode. Another piece of privacy, voluntarily handed over.
That night, after dinner, they were curled up on Mizuki's couch watching a movie when Yuki felt it—the familiar tingle that meant a System notification was incoming.
He tensed involuntarily, and Mizuki noticed immediately.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just... stomach cramp. Probably still recovering from being sick." The lie came easier each time.
Mizuki accepted it, and Yuki focused on the notification only he could see.
[◈ NEW QUEST AVAILABLE ◈]
His heart sank. He'd been dreading this, knowing it was coming eventually.
[◈ QUEST 9 OF 10: PREPARATION ◈]
[OBJECTIVE: Get your asshole played with. Must achieve orgasm from anal stimulation . Duration: minimum 20 minutes of penetration.]
[TIME LIMIT: 5 Days]
[REWARDS:]
Pain Tolerance +5
Clean backdoor ( Passive skill)
Recovery Enhancement (Passive Skill)
500 XP
300 LP
[FAILURE PENALTY:]
-40 Confidence
-35 Adaptability
System Compatibility -35%
[CURRENT TIME REMAINING: 119:58:33]
[NOTE: A good slut should be experienced it all kinds of fun, good luck host, best to prepare yourself properly~ This will hurt less if you use lube, I'm looking out for you, Host 💕]
Five days. He had five days to prepare his body for This and then presumably the final quest would require actual sex. at least that's his theory
Yuki's stomach churned. He couldn't do this alone—didn't know how, didn't have the supplies, didn't want to fumble through it ignorant and risk hurting himself. He needed help.
And there was only one person he could possibly ask.
"Mizuki?" His voice came out smaller than he intended.
"Mm?" She paused the movie, turning to face him with concerned eyes. "What's wrong? You look upset."
"I need to... I need to ask you something. It's really embarrassing."
Mizuki shifted to face him fully, taking both his hands in hers. "You can tell me anything. You know that, right?"
Yuki's face burned. "I need you to... do something for me. Um.... can you play with my ass. I don't know how to do it by myself and I was hoping..." He couldn't finish the sentence, too mortified.
But understanding dawned in Mizuki's eyes, followed by something that looked almost like triumph before her expression settled into gentle concern.
"Oh, baby. Of course I'll help you." She cupped his face tenderly. "I'm honored that you trust me with something so intimate. When do you need to do this?"
"Soon. This week. Within the next few days."
"Okay." Mizuki leaned in to kiss him softly. "Il admit im a little surprised at this, but i wont judge, see we really are made for each other" she blushed a little
Relief washed over Yuki so intensely he felt tears prick his eyes. "Thank you. I just... think it will feel good" Steam came out of his ears due to sheer embarrassment, but a quest was a quest.
Wednesday
After school, Mizuki insisted on taking Yuki shopping to "get proper tools" They went after school, to a part of town Yuki had never visited before—streets lined with adult stores, love hotels, establishments that made Yuki's face burn just looking at them.
"Don't be embarrassed," Mizuki said, pulling him along by the hand. "This is normal adult stuff. You need to get comfortable with it if we're going to do this right."
The store she led him into was surprisingly upscale—clean, well-lit, with tasteful displays. But the products were unmistakably sexual in nature. Rows upon rows of toys, lubricants, accessories, things Yuki didn't even have names for.
"We need graduated plugs," Mizuki explained, browsing with the confidence of someone who'd done this before. "You start small and work your way up. And good quality lubricant—none of that cheap stuff that dries out. Oh, and relaxation oil. And cleaning supplies, obviously."
She moved through the store selecting items like she was grocery shopping, completely at ease while Yuki trailed behind her with his hood up, mortified that someone might recognize him.
At one point, a store employee approached—a middle-aged woman with a kind face.
"Can I help you find anything?"
"Yes, actually," Mizuki said cheerfully, as if they were shopping for school supplies. "We need a good starter set for anal play. She's a complete beginner, very sensitive, needs something gentle to work up to full penetration."
Yuki wanted to die on the spot.
"Ah, I have just the thing," the woman said kindly, apparently unfazed. She led them to a display of graduated plug sets. "This one is very popular with beginners. Three sizes, all made from body-safe silicone, with a flared base for safety. And I'd recommend this lubricant—it's silicone-based, very long-lasting, won't irritate sensitive tissue. This will surely please the young lady"
"Perfect," Mizuki agreed, adding the items to their basket.
By the time they left, Mizuki had spent over 15,000 yen on supplies. Toys, lubricants, oils, cleaning items, even a waterproof blanket "just in case."
"You didn't have to spend so much—" Yuki started.
"I wanted to," Mizuki insisted, loading the bags into her car. "I want This to be perfect. That means preparing properly and having everything we need. You're worth it, Yuki-chan."
On the drive back, Mizuki made one more stop—at a costume shop in a strip mall.
"Wait here," she instructed, leaving the car running. "I'll be quick."
She emerged ten minutes later with a large bag, smiling mysteriously.
"What's that?"
"A surprise. For Friday night." Her eyes sparkled. "I want to make the preparation special. Fun, even. Take some of the nervousness out of it."
Yuki didn't press further, though something about her expression made his stomach twist with unease he couldn't quite name.
Thursday
At school, Mizuki's behavior became even more intense. She checked Yuki's phone during lunch—"Just making sure no one's harassing you." She monitored every conversation he had, appearing instantly if he talked to a classmate for more than a minute. She walked him to every single class, waited outside bathrooms, kept her hand on him constantly—his arm, his hand, his thigh under the table.
"Is Mizuki okay?" Tanaka asked during one rare moment when she'd stepped away to talk to a teacher. "She's been really... intense lately. Like, super clingy."
"She's just worried about me," Yuki defended automatically. "After I got sick, she's been protective. It's sweet."
"It's kind of weird, man," Tanaka said carefully. "You guys are barely apart for five minutes. And you look... I don't know, tired? Are you sleeping okay?"
"I'm fine," Yuki insisted, even though he wasn't. The nightmares about Hayato had better but now he was having anxiety dreams about the upcoming quest, about sex. "Really, I'm okay."
Tanaka didn't look convinced, but before he could push further, Mizuki returned.
"What are you two talking about?" Her voice was light, but her eyes were sharp as they flicked between them.
"Just the math homework," Yuki lied smoothly. "It's brutal."
"Oh, I can help you with that later," Mizuki said, sliding her arm around Yuki's waist possessively. "We have all evening. Right, baby?"
"Right," Yuki agreed.
After school, as they walked to Mizuki's car, they passed Hayato in the parking lot.
Yuki froze, his whole body locking up. Hayato was with a group of friends, laughing at something, looking completely normal. Like he hadn't destroyed Yuki's sense of safety. Like he hadn't used him and then thrown him out like trash.
Hayato's eyes met Yuki's for a brief second. Something flickered in his expression—was it guilt? Satisfaction? Indifference?—before he looked away, continuing his conversation as if Yuki didn't exist.
Yuki couldn't breathe. His chest felt tight, his vision tunneling. He was back in that apartment, on his knees, choking—
"Hey." Mizuki's hands cupped his face, forcing him to look at her instead. "Look at me. Breathe. You're safe. I'm here. He can't hurt you."
Yuki focused on her face, her voice, using it as an anchor. Slowly, his breathing calmed.
"That's it. Good. I've got you." Mizuki wrapped her arms around him, blocking his view of Hayato with her body. "Let's get you to the car, okay?"
In the car, Yuki's hands wouldn't stop shaking. Mizuki held them until they steadied.
"Do you see why you need me?" she said softly. "You can't handle seeing him alone. You need me to protect you. To keep you safe."
And Yuki believed her, because in that moment, it felt true. Without Mizuki, he'd have fallen apart completely.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"Always, baby. Always." She kissed his forehead. "Now let's go home"
Friday
Mizuki's parents were gone for the weekend—another business trip to Osaka. The house felt too big, too empty, too quiet except for the two of them.
After dinner—Yuki barely ate, too nervous—Mizuki led him upstairs to her bedroom. The shopping bags from Wednesday were already there, contents laid out neatly on her nightstand. The butt plug set in its packaging. Multiple bottles of lubricant. Massage oil. The waterproof blanket spread over the regular sheets.
"Before we start," Mizuki said, pulling out the bag from the costume shop, "I want you to wear something for me."
She reached into the bag and pulled out fabric that made Yuki's heart sink.
The maid outfit. The exact same one from the school festival. Black dress with white apron, white thigh-high stockings, cat ear headband, and that little bell collar.
"Mizuki, I don't think—"
"Please?" Her eyes went wide, pleading. "You looked so beautiful in it at the festival. So perfect and pretty. And this is supposed to be fun, right? A little roleplay to take the edge off? Make it less clinical and scary?"
It wasn't a request, not really. Yuki could see that in the set of her shoulders, the slight edge in her smile. But she was phrasing it like one, giving him the illusion of choice. it was an order
"I... I guess that's okay," Yuki agreed quietly, even though the thought of wearing that outfit again made his stomach churn. It felt weird somehow, wearing something so feminine and cute, not wrong, just weird.
"Perfect!" Mizuki beamed, pressing the outfit into his hands. "Go change in the bathroom. Take your time. Make yourself pretty for me."
In the bathroom, Yuki changed with shaking hands. The dress fit exactly the same as before—snug around his slim waist, flaring out at the hips. The stockings went up to mid-thigh, held in place by elastic that dug in slightly. The cat ears perched on his head. Last, he fastened the bell collar around his neck, the little bell jingling with every movement.
He looked at himself in the mirror and felt Butterflies in his chest. He looked like a doll, or those beautiful girls form anime. Someone pretty and feminine and not quite real.
Is this who I am now? he thought, staring at his reflection, he grabbed the hem of the skirt and raised it a little attempting a bow, the motion was not perfect but cute. he could not ponder more nor could his cheeks get any brighter.
Mizuki was waiting, and the quest timer was ticking down—[18:23:44]—and he needed to do this. So he took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.
Mizuki's reaction was immediate and intense. Her breath caught audibly, her eyes going wide and then dark with something that made Yuki's skin prickle.
"Oh," she breathed. "Oh, Yuki-chan. You're perfect. Absolutely perfect. My beautiful little maid."
She approached slowly, almost reverently, her hands reaching out to touch the frills of the dress, smooth down the apron, adjust the cat ears.
"So pretty," she murmured, more to herself than to him. "So soft and feminine and mine. All mine."
"really.... it looks kinda weird i think?" Yuki asked.
"Not at all baby, you look better than me, ten time better!" Mizuki guided him to the bed, her hands gentle but firm. "Climb up. On your hands and knees. That position will be easiest for what we need to do."
Yuki obeyed, crawling onto the waterproof blanket, feeling incredibly exposed as the short skirt rode up to reveal his cute butt and balls, no underwear in sight.
"Perfect," Mizuki approved. She moved the pillows to support his chest. "Comfortable?"
"I guess."
"Good. Now, first things first—we need to clean you properly. This is important, okay? I'm going to use an enema to make sure you're completely clean inside."
Yuki's face burned. He knew logically that this was necessary, but the reality of it was mortifying.
Mizuki was patient and thorough, explaining each step as she worked. She took what seemed to be a small tube and inserted it in his tiny hole, yuki gasped at the sensation of the intruder, his hole automatically clenched, locking the tube in place.
Soon warm water started filling him, the Sensation intensified, it was weird but not bad. Mizuki removed the tube and held him in her arms, taking him to the bathroom. They repeated the process three times until the water ran completely clear.
"See? That wasn't so bad," Mizuki said when he finally returned to the bedroom, cleaned and even more embarrassed than before. "Now the real work begins."
She had him resume the position—hands and knees, skirt pushed up. Yuki's face pressed into the pillow, the cat ears askew, the bell jingling every time he shifted and a little bit of drool stained the pillow
"First, we warm everything up," Mizuki explained. He heard her opening bottles, the sound of her rubbing her hands together. "The oil helps you relax. Trust me."
Her hands, covered with massage oil, started at his lower back, working the tension through the dress with firm, practiced strokes. It actually did help him relax slightly, his breathing evening out as she worked.
"That's it," she encouraged. "Just relax. Let me take care of everything."
Her hands moved lower, massaging his ass, his thighs, occasionally brushing between them in a way that made Yuki gasp. She was deliberate, thorough, building sensation while keeping him relaxed.
"Ready for the next part?" she asked after what felt like forever.
"Yes," Yuki whispered into the pillow.
He heard her opening the lubricant bottle, the wet sound of her coating her fingers. Then her hand was back, one finger circling his back door, not pushing in yet, just spreading the lube and letting him get used to the sensation.
"This might feel weird at first," she warned. "But I need you to breathe through it. Push out slightly when I push in—it'll help."
The first finger entered him slowly, carefully, and Yuki's whole body tensed. it felt sureal
"Breathe," Mizuki reminded him. "Relax. I've got you."
It felt intrusive, foreign, wrong in a way he couldn't articulate and yet so, so good. She slowly moved her finger in and out, letting him adjust to the sensation.
"How does it feel?"
"Weird," Yuki admitted. "Not bad, just... weird."
"That's normal. It'll start feeling better soon."
She was right. As she continued the slow movements, occasionally adding more lubricant, the discomfort faded into something else. Something that he could not explain, his toes had started clenching.
"Ready for two?" she asked after several minutes.
Yuki nodded against the pillow. this time eager
The second finger was more of a stretch. Yuki gasped, his hands fisting in the sheets, the bell on his collar jingling with the movement.
"Shh, you're doing so well," Mizuki praised. "Such a good girl, taking your prep so nicely."
Girl. The word should bother him more than it did. But dressed in the maid outfit, on his knees being fingered, it felt almost... accurate?
Mizuki worked him open gradually, her fingers scissoring, stretching, occasionally pressing against something inside that made Yuki's breath catch and his cock—which had been soft with nerves—begin to harden despite himself.
"There it is," Mizuki said with satisfaction. "Your g spot. Feels good, doesn't it?"
"I—yes!—" Yuki couldn't deny it. The pleasure was unexpected, different from any sensation he'd felt before.
"Good. Because I'm going to make you cum from this. Prove to your body that This can feel amazing. so just be a good little girl"
She added a third finger, and this time the stretch bordered on painful. Yuki whimpered, tears pricking his eyes.
"I know, baby, I know. Just breathe through it. The first toy is even bigger than three fingers, so you need to stretch."
It took several minutes for Yuki to adjust to three fingers, for the burning stretch to fade into yet another larger wave of pleasure. By the time Mizuki withdrew them, he felt impossibly empty.
"Ready for the first plug?" she asked.
Yuki turned his head to look and immediately regretted it. Even the "small" plug looked intimidatingly large, tapered but still thicker than three fingers at its widest point. he whimpered
"That's going to fit?" His voice was small, scared.
"It will. I promise. Just trust me."
She coated the plug liberally with lubricant, so much that it was dripping. Then she pressed the tip against his entrance.
"Big breath in... and out. Push out as I push in."
The stretch was intense. More than fingers, more than Yuki thought possible. He cried out, his body trying to clench shut, but Mizuki was relentless and patient, maintaining steady pressure until the widest part breached him and the plug suddenly slid home, his body closing around the narrow neck. A loud moan escaped form his lips as more drool dripped from his mouth.
"There!" Mizuki said triumphantly. "You did it! The first plug is in!"
Yuki was gasping, overwhelmed. He felt impossibly full, stretched, claimed in a way that was both terrifying and strangely arousing. His cock was fully hard now, pressed against his stomach.
"Look at you," Mizuki cooed. "Your body loves it. So pretty with your little maid dress and a plug stretching you open."
Her hand wrapped around his dick, and Yuki nearly sobbed at the touch. Everything felt hypersensitive, the enhanced sensitivity making every touch electric.
"I'm going to make you cum now," Mizuki said matter-of-factly. "With the plug inside you. You will feel much better than before"
She stroked him slowly, her other hand occasionally pressing against the base of the plug, moving it slightly inside him, grinding it against his prostate. The combination was overwhelming.
Yuki lost track of time. All he knew was the fullness, the pleasure building in waves, Mizuki's hands on him, her voice praising him constantly—"so good," "so pretty," "my perfect girl," "taking it so well."
"Please—" he finally gasped. "Please, I need—"
"Need to cum?" Mizuki's hand sped up. "Go ahead, baby. Show me how good it feels to be filled."
The orgasm hit him like a freight train. Yuki came hard, his whole body shuddering, the plug shifting inside him with each contraction, prolonging the pleasure until he was sobbing with oversensitulation. With a pop, it came out dropping in the cum now staining the sheets.
[◈ QUEST PROGRESS: 22/20 minutes ◈]
[Orgasm from anal stimulation: Confirmed]
[Body adaptation progressing well]
[Continue preparation for optimal results]
Yuki barely registered the notification through his post-orgasm haze.
"You were perfect," Mizuki praised, cleaning him gently with warm wipes. "Absolutely perfect. My sweet little maid."
"Is it over?" Yuki asked hopefully.
"Almost." Mizuki reached for the next size plug. "One more. The medium size. Just to make sure you're properly prepared "
"Mizuki, I'm exhausted—"
"I know, baby. But we're so close. And you want this right? it feels good right?"
She was right. The quest required this but he carved it, it felt good, way too good.
"Okay," Yuki agreed quietly. "One more."
The medium plug was noticeably larger. Even with all the prep, even with his body already stretched and relaxed, it took several minutes of patient pressure before it finally sank home.
Yuki felt like he might split in half. The fullness was almost painful, bordering on too much. But Mizuki praised him and stroked him and told him how brave he was, how pretty, how perfect. she played with one of his nipple sending a wave of pleasure throughout him
She made him stay like that—plugged, in the maid outfit, on his knees—for another fifteen minutes. Long enough that his body adjusted, that the discomfort faded into a constant pressure that wasn't entirely unpleasant.
Then she biolently yanked it out making yuki gasp it both pain and pleasure, but before he could procces it, she rammed it in again, roughly. A state of bliss came over yuki as he finally hit his limit.
When she finally removed it again, Yuki collapsed forward, completely spent.
[◈ QUEST COMPLETE ◈]
[QUEST 9: Get fingered - COMPLETED]
[Duration: 47 minutes - EXCEPTIONAL]
[Multiple sizes used: OPTIMAL]
[Body fully prepared for penetration]
[REWARDS GRANTED:]
Pain Tolerance +5
Clean backdoor ( Passive Skill) acquired
Recovery Enhancement (Passive Skill) acquired
500 XP gained
300 LP earned
[EXPERIENCE: 3300 / 2000 XP]
[LEVEL UP!]
[You are now Level 10]
[+2 Stat Points available for distribution]
Yuki was about to dismiss the notifications when another one appeared, making his blood run cold.
[◈ FINAL QUEST AVAILABLE ◈]
[◈ QUEST 10 OF 10:Lose your virginity◈]
[OBJECTIVE: Have sex, Must achieve orgasm during act. Minimum duration: 10 minutes.]
[TIME LIMIT: 7 Days]
[REWARDS:]
TUTORIAL COMPLETION
Divine Skill Selection Unlocked
1000 XP
500 LP
Title: "Graduate"
[FAILURE PENALTY:]
SYSTEM TERMINATION
All stats reduced to 0
[CURRENT TIME REMAINING: 167:59:55]
[NOTE: This is it. The culmination of everything. Complete this, and you're free of the tutorial. Everything you've learned, everything you've endured, has led to this moment. Don't fail me now, Host 💕]
No waiting period. No recovery time. The final quest was available immediately.
Seven days to have sex, or lose the System entirely.
"Mizuki," Yuki started, his voice hoarse. "I think that's enough for tonight. I'm really tired. We can—"
"Can what?" Mizuki's voice had changed. Gone cold.
Yuki looked back at her and froze. Her expression was different. The gentle, caring mask had slipped, revealing something harder underneath.
"Im saying im tired, i know you expected more but" Yuki finished weakly. "I need to rest—"
"No." The single word was flat, final. "We're doing it now."
"What? Mizuki, I just said—"
"I heard what you said." She moved closer, looming over where Yuki still lay prone on the bed. "And I'm telling you we're not done. You're all prepared now. Stretched. Open. Perfect. Your body is ready. look at you, your drooling, your practically begging for my pussy!"
"But I don't want to right now, im not read—"
"I don't care what you want." Her hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. The cat ears fell off. The bell collar jingled. "Do you have any idea how patient I've been? How much restraint it's taken to be gentle with you? To prepare you so carefully?"
"Mizuki, you're scaring me—"
"Good. Maybe you should be scared." Her grip tightened, painful. "You've been living in my house. Eating my food. Letting me take care of you like a child. You owe me this."
"That's not—that's not how this works—" Tears were streaming down Yuki's face now. "You said you'd always keep me safe—"
"I have kept you safe. From Hayato. From yourself. From everyone." Mizuki's free hand grabbed the bell collar, pulling it tight enough to restrict Yuki's breathing, she pulled his face upwars until there eyes met and yet, something in her eyes screamed danger. "And now you're going to thank me properly."
"Please—please don't do this—" Yuki tried to crawl away, but she yanked him back by the collar, the bell ringing mockingly.
"Stop fighting." Mizuki's voice was ice. "You're going to give me what I want. What I've earned. And you're going to do it wearing this cute little maid outfit, like the perfect girlfriend you are."
"I'm not your girlfriend! I'm not—"
She slapped him. Hard enough that Yuki's head snapped to the side, his cheek burning. white hot pain spread from the point making his head fuzzy
"Yes, you are." Mizuki's voice was calm, matter-of-fact. "You're my pretty little girlfriend. And good girlfriends don't say no."
She was stripping efficiently, all her earlier gentleness gone. Yuki tried to scramble away, to get off the bed, but she grabbed his hips in a bruising grip and yanked him back into position.
"Please!" Yuki was sobbing now. "I don't want this! Not like this!"
"Shut up." She pulled at the maid skirt, not bothering to remove it, just pushing it up. She grabbed it and ripped it down. "You're being so fucking dramatic. This is what couples do. This is normal."
"It's not normal when someone says no!" Yuki's voice cracked. "This is rape! You're—"
Another slap, harder this time. "Don't you dare call me that. After everything I've done for you. You ungrateful little—"
She positioned herself over him, and Yuki realized with horror what was about to happen. She was going to—
"No—wait—please—STOP—"
She grabbed his cock roughly, stroking it back to hardness despite his protests, despite his tears. His body betrayed him, responding to the stimulation even as his mind screamed. It felt good
"See? Your body knows what it wants." Mizuki positioned him at her entrance. "Even if your stupid mouth won't admit it."
"Please don't—Mizuki please—I'll do anything else—"
"I don't want anything else." She sank down onto him in one brutal motion. "I want this." Her pussy enveloped his dick, sending waves of pleasure through out him, his head rolled back
The sensation of being inside Mizuki—tight, wet, hot—was simply overwheming,
He cried out—in pleasure, in protest, in fear—but Mizuki clamped her hand over his mouth, muffling the sound.
"Quiet," she hissed. "The neighbors might hear. We wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea, would we?"
Mizuki started moving, riding him with brutal efficiency. No gentleness, no care for his comfort, She moved up and down, her lips viciously biting yuki's and drawing blood.
"You feel so good," she moaned, her head falling back in pleasure. "So perfect inside me. Worth the wait. Worth all that patience."
Patience. Like she'd done him a favor by not raping him sooner.
Yuki's hands pushed weakly at her hips, trying to make her stop or maybe convincing himself that he was, but the pleasure stopped him, the sensation overwhelmed him.
"Stop fighting and just take it," Mizuki panted, her movements becoming more erratic. "Your body likes it. Look—you're still hard. Your cock is throbbing inside me."
"Please—" Yuki managed when her hand shifted slightly from his mouth. "Please stop—I can't—"
She yanked the bell collar tight, cutting off his air entirely. "I said shut up." She continued to ride him, taking his hands and placing them on her breasts, pinching his own soft mounds.
Black spots danced in Yuki's vision as he gasped for air that wouldn't come. Just when he thought he might pass out, she loosened the collar slightly, and he sucked in a desperate breath.
"You're going to take this quietly," Mizuki said, her voice cold and clinical even as her body moved desperately on his. "You're going to let me finish. And then we're going to cuddle and you're going to tell me you love me. Because that's what good girlfriends do. Understand? Your going to give me a child and we will live happily ever after ok?!"
Yuki couldn't respond, couldn't do anything but lie there and feel, his tears soaked the pillow beneath him while his body was covered in his own drool. The maid dress was twisted around his body, the frilly skirt bunched up at his waist. The stockings had torn. The bell on the collar jingled with every brutal thrust.
He felt good, the anal play had really made him sensitive, and now, even like this, his mind slowly started fading, giving into the pleasure. A loud moan escaped his lips just as mizuki pinched his tit
"That's it," Mizuki moaned. "That's my good girl. Taking me so well. So perfect and pretty and mine."
"I'm close," Mizuki gasped, her movements becoming frantic. "Come with me. I want to feel you come inside me. Mark me as yours just like you're mine."
"Ahh—" Yuki could not protest, his body and mind had reached their limit.
"Yes!" Mizuki ground down hard, angling to hit his prostate from the outside, and that was it.
Yuki came with a broken sob and a mess of drool, his body convulsing, he had the best orgasm of his life, He felt himself pulsing inside her, felt Mizuki's walls clench around him as she reached her own peak, felt the hot wetness as he filled her.
It felt like heaven and hell at the same time.
[◈ QUEST COMPLETE ◈]
[QUEST 10: COMPLETE SUBMISSION - COMPLETED]
Sex: Confirmed]
[Duration: 14 minutes]
[Host orgasm: Confirmed (]
[Partner satisfaction: Confirmed]
[ANALYZING...]
[◈ TUTORIAL COMPLETE ◈]
[All 10 quests completed - Final Grade: S+]
[all technical requirements were met and exceded]
[REWARDS GRANTED:]
1000 XP gained
500 LP earned
Title: "Graduate" acquired
Divine Skill Selection: UNLOCKED
System Store: Full Access Granted
System sentience Activated
[Tutorial phase concluded. Main System functions now accessible.]
[Wow i did not expect you to pop your cherry this way, well whatever, this is perfect for a little slut like you host~]
The notifications swam in Yuki's vision, but he couldn't process them. Couldn't think. Couldn't feel anything except The tight walls of mizuki, him filling it to the brim with his sticky jizz.
Mizuki collapsed on top of him, breathing hard, satisfied. Her arms wrapped around him, trying to pull him into an embrace.
"That was perfect," she breathed, her voice returning to its sweet tone as if nothing had happened. As if she hadn't just—
"So perfect. You were amazing, baby. My sweet girlfriend gave me exactly what I needed."
Yuki flinched violently at her touch, his whole body recoiling.
"You were just nervous. You needed me to take charge." Mizuki tried to stroke his face but he jerked away. "Your body wanted it. You came. If you really didn't want it, you wouldn't have been able to—"
"That's not how this work!" Tears were streaming down Yuki's face, hot and fast. "You forced me!"
"How dare you." Mizuki's voice went cold again. "After everything I've done for you. I saved you from Hayato. I gave you a home when your mother didn't even notice you were gone. I fed you, took care of you, protected you. And you call me a rapist?"
"Because you are!" Yuki was shaking violently now, his entire body trembling. "You just—you held me down and—"
"GET OUT!" Mizuki's voice exploded, her face twisted with rage. "If that's how you feel, get the fuck out of my house you damn slut! you just wanted me for my body didnt you!"
Yuki scrambled off the bed, his legs barely supporting him. the ripped maid dress clunged to him like rags, barely holding up and exposing most of him.
"You'll regret this," Mizuki said, her voice shifting between anger and something desperate. "Where will you go? Back to your empty apartment? To your mother who doesn't care? You need me, Yuki. You're nothing without me. Your a slut who wants her needs taken care of!!"
"No!!" The words came from somewhere deep inside Yuki, some part of him that was still in denial.
He ran. Down the stairs, out the door, into the night.
Behind him, he could hear Mizuki screaming his name, her voice shifting from anger to pleading to threats.
"YUKI! GET BACK HERE!"
"I'm sorry! Come back! I didn't mean it!"
"You can't leave me!"
"YOU'RE MINE!"
But Yuki kept running. Through the dark streets, past the late-night convenience stores, toward the one place that was his. Even if it was empty. Even if it was lonely. It was his.
His legs burned. His chest ached. His body hurt in ways he didn't want to think about. But he kept running.
He made it to his apartment building and fumbled with his keys, hands shaking so badly it took three tries to unlock the door. He burst inside, slammed it shut, engaged every lock—the deadbolt, the chain, even the little sliding lock that had never worked properly.
The apartment was dark. Silent. His mother was on another night shift at the hospital. She wouldn't be home until morning.
Yuki stood in the darkness, still shaking, and felt everything crash over him at once.
Hayato had violated him. Used him brutally and thrown him away like trash.
And Mizuki—sweet, caring Mizuki who'd saved him—had been even worse. Because she'd made him trust her first. Made him dependent on her. Made him believe she was safe.
And then she'd done the exact same thing Hayato had. Taken what she wanted regardless of his say Used his body for her pleasure. Proven that everyone who said they cared about him just wanted to use him.
Yuki's knees gave out. He collapsed to the floor, wrapping his arms around himself, and broke.
He sobbed. Deep, wrenching sobs that tore from his chest like they might rip him apart. His body shook so violently he thought he might come apart at the seams.
He'd completed the tutorial. All ten quests. Done everything the System asked of him.
And it had destroyed him.
After what felt like hours—but was probably only minutes—Yuki dragged himself to the bathroom. He locked that door too, even though he was alone. Turned on the light. The brightness hurt his swollen, tear-stained eyes.
The bell collar was still around his neck. He'd forgotten to take it off in his panic. He yanked it free and hurled it into the trash, the jingling bell mocking him one final time.
There were bruises forming on his hips where Mizuki had gripped him. Fingerprint-shaped marks. Claims of ownership written on his skin.
Yuki turned on the shower as hot as he could stand and scrubbed. Scrubbed his skin until it was red and raw, trying to wash away the feeling of her hands, her body, the pleasure. But no amount of water could wash away what he felt, maybe she was right, maybe he was.. no he knew, deep inside him.
the system chose him for a reason, it would not have chosen him if he could not handle things like this, yes, he was a slut.... a slut who went off getting raped.
Eventually, he gave up. Turned off the water. Dried himself mechanically. Put on clean clothes—soft pajamas that didn't remind him of anything.
And that's when the System notifications he'd been ignoring finally forced themselves into his full attention.
[◈ TUTORIAL COMPLETE ◈]
[Congratulations, Host. All requirements met.]
[Despite the unexpected events, you survived. You endured. That counts for something.]
[Divine Skill Selection is now available]
[Please choose your Divine Skill - This choice will define your future path]
Five options appeared, glowing in his vision:
[1. ABSOLUTE DOMAIN]
Description: Create a domain of absolute, inside it you are the master, nothing is above you, the laws of the world do not apply, only what you decide
[2. IRON FORTRESS]
Description: near Immunity to Physical attacks, resistance, and resiliance. Your body will be forged in steel, forming the ultimate impregnable fortress.
[3. REALITY SHIFT]
Description: Minor alterations to current reality. Change small details, influence probability, adjust outcomes. Limited scope.
[4. FICTIONAL TRAVEL]
Description: Travel to any and all alternate fictional realities. Experience worlds beyond your own. One-way unless specific return conditions met.
[5. TIME MANIPULATION]
Description: control over time flow. Slow, pause, or reverse time . High energy cost.
Yuki stared at the options through tear-blurred vision. His eyes kept coming back to number 4.
Fictional Travel.
Escape to another world entirely. Leave this nightmare behind.
His bag was sitting by the bathroom door where he'd dropped it. The Lookism manhwa he'd been reading was visible, sticking out of the top. The story where Daniel learns to fight seriously. Where he realizes strength is the only thing that matters in a world where everyone wants to use you.
A world about fighting. About becoming strong. About never being weak enough to be a victim again.
Another System notification appeared:
[FICTIONAL TRAVEL - Compatible World Detected]
[Title: LOOKISM]
[Setting: Seoul, South Korea - Modern day]
[Genre: Action, Drama, Social commentary ( R18 added)]
[Danger Level: Medium (Super Human-level threats, gang violence, combat)]
[Compatibility: 87%]
[World Entry Point: Early series - Just after Daniel Park receives second body]
[TRANSFER AVAILABLE: YES/NO]
[WARNING: Transfer is one-way by default. Return to original world requires specific quest completion and significant System energy]
[Current world will remain at same time point if return becomes possible]
[Recommendation: This world offers opportunities for growth, strength development and more. Host finding more sexual partners may be beneficial for growth.]
Yuki's hand shook as he reached toward the YES option.
But something made him hesitate.
If he left now, Mizuki would still be here. Still free. Still able to do to someone else what she'd done to him.
And Hayato—suspended, but not expelled. Not in jail. Not facing real consequences.
Both of them walking around like they hadn't destroyed him.
His phone buzzed. He'd left it in his pocket, had forgotten about it completely.
47 missed calls. 89 text messages. All from Mizuki.
He opened the message thread with trembling fingers:
Mizuki: Where are you
Mizuki: Come back right now
Mizuki: I'm sorry I yelled
Mizuki: Please baby
Mizuki: I love you
Mizuki: You're being ridiculous
Mizuki: Fine, stay away, see if I care
Mizuki: I'm coming to get you
Mizuki: I know where you live
Mizuki: You can't hide from me
Mizuki: YOU'RE MINE
Mizuki: I'm outside your building
Mizuki: Open the door
Mizuki: YUKI
The last message was timestamped three minutes ago.
Horror flooded through Yuki. She was here. Right now. Outside his building.
As if summoned by the thought, he heard it—banging on the apartment door. Loud, insistent, angry.
"YUKI!" Mizuki's voice, muffled by the door but unmistakable. "I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! OPEN THIS DOOR!"
Yuki's breath caught. He backed away from the bathroom door even though there were two locked doors between him and her.
"WE NEED TO TALK!" More banging. "You can't just run away from me! From us!"
The banging got louder. She was throwing her whole weight against the door now.
"I LOVE YOU! Why are you doing this to me?! OPEN THE DOOR!"
Something heavy hit the door. Was she trying to break it down?
Yuki didn't need to think anymore.
He selected YES.
[TRANSFER CONFIRMED]
[Destination: LOOKISM - Seoul, South Korea]
[Timeline: Current story arc - Post-Daniel's transformation]
[Preparing transfer...]
[Language: Korean - Auto-translation active]
[Identity: Nakamura Yuki - Exchange student from Japan]
[Cover story implemented: Transfer student, living alone, recently moved]
[Initial funds provided: 100,000 KRW (~$75 USD)]
[Documentation created: Passport, student visa, school records]
[Physical items transferred: Current clothing, bag contents, personal effects]
[WARNING: This is a one-way transfer. Return is possible but difficult]
[Do you accept these terms? YES/NO]
"YUKI! LAST CHANCE! OPEN THIS DOOR OR I'M CALLING THE POLICE! I'LL TELL THEM YOU STOLE FROM ME! THAT YOU HURT ME!"
YES. God, yes. Anything to get away from her.
[FINAL CONFIRMATION RECEIVED]
[Beginning consciousness transfer...]
[Transferring in 5...]
The banging intensified. Wood splintering. She was actually breaking through.
[4...]
"YOU'RE MINE! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!"
[3...]
The sound of the doorframe cracking.
[2...]
"YUKI!!!"
[1...]
The apartment door burst open, lock broken, chain ripped from the wall.
[TRANSFER INITIATED]
The last thing Yuki heard in his original world was Mizuki's scream of rage as she realized the bathroom door was locked.
Then everything dissolved into white light.
[TRANSFER COMPLETE]
[WELCOME TO LOOKISM]
When Yuki opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the cold.
He was lying on something hard—concrete or asphalt. The air smelled different. Cleaner but also somehow more intense. City smells—exhaust, food, life.
He pushed himself up slowly, his body aching in ways that had nothing to do with the transfer.
But he wasn't in his bathroom anymore.
He was in an alley. Dark, narrow, lined with dumpsters and recycling bins. The walls were covered in Korean text—advertisements, graffiti, notices. Above him, he could see a sliver of night sky between buildings, no stars visible through the light pollution.
he was wearing some school clothes, the maid dress out of sight, it was brown dark pants along with a clean white shirt, he was also wearing a blue coat with well designed buttons.
[WELCOME TO LOOKISM - SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA]
[TRANSFER SUCCESSFUL]
[CURRENT LOCATION: Gangnam District - Commercial alley off main street]
[LOCAL TIME: 11:47 PM, Friday night]
[LANGUAGE: Korean (Auto-translation active - You can understand and speak Korean fluently)]
[IDENTITY: Nakamura Yuki, 17, Exchange student from Japan]
[WORLD ENTRY QUEST ASSIGNED]
[◈ QUEST: SURVIVE YOUR FIRST WEEK ◈]
[OBJECTIVES:]
Find shelter (0/1)
Obtain food (0/3 meals)
Establish basic identity in this world (0/1)
[TIME LIMIT: 7 Days]
[REWARDS: Safe house establishment, 500 XP, Basic World Navigation]
[FAILURE: Homelessness, starvation, potential death]
Yuki dismissed the notification and tried to stand. His legs shook, barely supporting his weight. Everything hurt. His hips, his insides, his throat from where the collar had choked him, his cheek where she'd slapped him.
His bag was on his back, transferred with him. Inside would be his phone (useless here with no service), his wallet (with some yen that would need to be exchanged), his Lookism manhwa was gone but some random school supplies, and whatever else had been in there remained.
But none of that mattered right now.
Right now, Yuki just needed to breathe.
He was free. Actually, truly free.
Mizuki couldn't reach him here. Hayato couldn't touch him. The System's tutorial was complete. No more quests forcing him into sexual situations.
He was in a different world. Different country. Different universe, technically.
Yuki leaned against the alley wall and felt something break loose in his chest—not in a bad way this time. A release. Like a pressure valve finally opening.
He slid down to sit on the cold concrete, drew his knees to his chest, and finally allowed himself to feel the full weight of everything that had happened.
And then he cried.
Not the desperate, terrified sobs from his bathroom. Not the broken sounds he'd made while being violated.
These were different tears. Tears of grief for what he'd lost. Tears of relief for having escaped. Tears of exhaustion from enduring. Tears of uncertainty about what came next.
He cried until his eyes were swollen and dry, until no more tears would come.
And then, slowly, he stood up.
The alley opened onto a busy street. Even at midnight, Seoul was alive with people—groups of teenagers laughing, couples walking hand in hand, salarymen stumbling home drunk, students cramming at 24-hour cafes.
Yuki stepped out onto the sidewalk and looked around properly for the first time.
Neon signs in Korean. Convenience stores. PC bangs. Restaurants. The occasional person who looked like they could be a character from the manhwa—tall, intimidating, moving with the confidence of someone who knew how to fight.
This was the Lookism world. Where strength mattered. Where your body determined your treatment. Where the strong preyed on the weak.
Where Yuki had always been weak.
But he didn't have to stay that way.
[ADDITIONAL NOTIFICATION]
[Tutorial Complete Bonus: Stat Points Available]
[Total Unallocated: 24 points]
[Current Stats:]
APPEAL: 12
STRENGTH: 4
DEXTERITY: 6
TECHNIQUE: 18
STAMINA: 25
CHARM: 19
ADAPTABILITY: 14
[Recommendation: Increase STRENGTH and DEXTERITY for survival in this world]
Yuki stared at his pathetic STRENGTH stat. Level 11 overall, but still weak as hell physically. Anyone in this world who wanted to hurt him could do it easily.
Never again.
He allocated points:
STRENGTH: 4 - 12
DEXTERITY: 6 - 12
ADAPTABILITY: 14 - 18
he hesitantly added the remaining points to his most valuable feature.
Charm: 19 - 25
[STATS UPDATED]
[Physical changes implementing...]
Yuki felt a strange warmth flow through his body. His muscles didn't suddenly bulge—but he felt... sturdier. Less fragile. Like his body had become properly anchored to his skeleton instead of hanging loose.
It wasn't much. He was still weak by this world's standards. But it was a start.
In the distance, down one of the main streets, Yuki could see a sign in Korean that his brain automatically translated: "J High School - 2 km north"
The school from the manhwa. Where Daniel Park attended. Where all the main characters fought and grew and learned. well until lookism became gangism
Where Yuki could learn to fight.
Where he could become strong enough that no one would ever dare use him again.
He started walking toward the school, his neat black shoes shuffling on the Seoul pavement he drew a few curious glances from passersby but could not care right now.
And for the first time since the System had appeared in his life, he felt something other than fear.
He felt purpose.