"Heh, fine. Then get ready to go to the hospital and pay up!" Masaru threatened.
He was making a final gamble. If he could trap her with words, her martial arts wouldn't matter. He already had a plan. He'd get a taxi to take her to a secluded spot instead of a hospital, or pay a shady doctor to fake a report. Either way, he'd win.
Natsuha's resolve crumbled at the mention of the money. Her red eyes filled with fear. "Masaru-kun... can you give me some time? I'll pay you back slowly..."
"No way! By then my 'injuries' might heal and you'll claim I'm faking! We go today!"
Masaru noticed she still wasn't getting "horny" for him. He tried to thrust his hips forward, showing off his bulge to make her submit to his "masculinity." But she just looked more disgusted.
What's wrong? Why isn't she wet for me? Masaru wondered. He had been an NTR-expert since middle school. He'd even stolen a girl from her boyfriend because the boyfriend "couldn't satisfy her." He thought he was the king of dicks.
Then he remembered Ho Fei-yu. That massive, python-like bulge had shattered his confidence earlier.
Did she see his? Is mine too small for her now? Masaru's rage peaked. He hated being "cuckolded" by another man's size.
"Natsuha Shizunomiya... you're just a filthy, horny bitch deep down, aren't you?" Masaru sneered.
"What?!" Natsuha was shocked. "Masaru! Watch your mouth!"
"Heh. Ho Fei-yu's dick is huge, isn't it? You like that, don't you? I saw you staring."
"You... what are you talking about..." Her voice faltered. He had hit the mark.
"I've been watching you. You pretend to be pure, but you're the most depraved girl in this school! You probably play with yourself all the time, don't you? You're desperate for a real man! Only I can satisfy you!"
"Liar... stop it..." Natsuha's eyes were full of panic.
"Come here. I'll show you real pleasure. Submit to me, Natsuha!" Masaru stepped closer.
The girl who knew Aikido didn't move. She was trembling, lost in a spiral of self-doubt. Am I really that pathetic? Am I just a lewd woman at heart?
Seeing her break down, Masaru smirked. He felt like a god. To conquer a woman through her own "instincts" and "shame"—that was the mark of a true NTR master.
"Submit!" he barked.