Chapter 17

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Chapter 17: Date Arc ① – Movie Theater (Hand Job)  

Author’s Note: Excuse me, I was in Kamakura and got delayed. The mirror just wouldn’t drop… Thank you for your feedback and comments on the activity report. I’m not entirely sure how to reply to the activity report, so I’ll take this opportunity to express my gratitude here.  

Overwhelmingly, the majority of you voted for option ① (“This is fine as it is”), so I’ll continue with the pink hearts. Thank you very much. Also, thank you so much for pointing out typos. With the flood of typo reports, I always think, “How did I miss such obvious mistakes…?” Since I tend to subconsciously fill in gaps when reading my own work, your corrections are incredibly helpful.  

Now, this time, it’s the “date arc.” As usual, it’s long and light on the erotic content. My apologies. Lately, I’ve been inflating the word count like crazy. On the other hand, I grit my teeth at my own lack of writing skill and vocabulary. Criticism is always welcome, so feel free to send it my way. This time, it’s all about fluffy romance.  

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At the plaza in front of the station stood a tall, unremarkable analog clock. Yet, thanks to its prime location, it served as the perfect meeting spot.  

A musician strumming a poorly played guitar. A girl dressed to impress, waiting for her boyfriend. A salaryman checking the time repeatedly in frustration. A group of flashy-haired men laughing boisterously in a circle. A sleazy-looking college student trying to pick up girls. A crowd loudly preaching their ideology. Youngsters loitering with no apparent purpose.  

People, people everywhere—endless crowds. Given that it was Golden Week, the area was even more packed than usual.  

Even so, Kaede’s beauty was impossible to overlook.  

Her hair, a rare shade of translucent mystique, was tied up in a chignon. The tips were lightly curled, glossy, as if she’d just visited a salon.  

Her sharp, well-defined features were strikingly beautiful, with a depth uncommon among Japanese. The distinctive tear mole under her eye added a bewitching allure.  

Her smooth skin was flawless and delicate. Her fingers, unmarred by roughness, were as elegant as a whitefish’s, though the expensive ring that usually adorned her ring finger was absent now.  

But what drew the most attention was her impeccable figure.  

Her chest, straining against her clothes, rivaled that of any gravure idol. The deep I-shaped cleavage peeking from her generous neckline seemed to exert a gravitational pull on the gazes of every man nearby. “Voluptuous” didn’t even begin to cover it—this was undeniably explosive. 

Even in the West, you’d rarely encounter such proportions. Yet, they maintained a firm, perky shape, curving beautifully without sagging.  

In contrast to her toned waist, her rounded hips were plump in a way that hinted at fertility, though not excessively so.  

She was a beauty whose figure seemed sculpted to embody male desire. Her age? Mid-twenties, perhaps, but her sensual proportions gave her an ageless, otherworldly aura.  

Her outfit was a trendy spring ensemble. A beige ribbed-knit top with a deep V-neck emphasized her bust. The bottom was a soft mint wrap skirt, with glimpses of her alluring bare legs through the slits. A thin white cardigan draped over her shoulders.  

The outfit, designed to accentuate her curves, amplified her inherently seductive beauty.  

It was unmistakably a date outfit. Proof of this was the faint blush on her cheeks and the anticipation glistening in her eyes as she alternated glances between her wristwatch and her surroundings.  

But the person she was waiting for hadn’t arrived.  

Of course not—it was nearly 30 minutes before their meeting time. And she’d arrived even earlier. Though the spring sun made for perfect outing weather, she was starting to feel a bit chilly.  

She looked like a lovestruck maiden, too excited for her first date, and it was a little embarrassing. The reality wasn’t far off. They say love makes a woman beautiful, and seeing Kaede’s radiant charm, it was hard to dismiss the notion as mere superstition.  

Naturally, such a stunning woman standing alone in such a conspicuous spot wouldn’t escape the notice of hungry wolves.  

“Hey, miss, you’re gorgeous!”  

“No kidding! You’re seriously pretty! So, are you waiting for your boyfriend?”  

Kaede sighed loudly. This was the third time today. She turned her gaze toward them with an exasperated expression.  

The ones approaching her were a group of five men.  

Blonde, brunette, redhead—their garish hair colors, paired with mesh cuts and two-block styles, screamed superficiality. Their outfits, a mix of punk and leather, were just as flashy, adorned with jingling metal accessories everywhere. Early twenties, probably college students used to playing around. Their faces weren’t bad—girls with loose morals would’ve fallen for them easily.  

Their grins and casual yet encircling stance showed how practiced they were. The lewd glances aimed at her chest and hips made her skin crawl.  

“You’ve been waiting a while, huh? What kind of guy keeps a beauty like you waiting? Not much of a man, is he?”  

“We’re getting a group together to hang out. Why don’t you join us? Bowling, karaoke—whatever. We’ve got girls coming too, and we’ll cover the costs!”  

“Tch.”  

Kaede clicked her tongue irritably, glaring at them with icy eyes. The men faltered for a moment under her cold, disdainful gaze, as if they were looking at trash.  

But these guys seemed more tenacious than the usual pick-up artists. They quickly regained their composure, their grins turning lecherous.  

“Whoa, you’re seriously hot! Come on, hang with us. This guy’s loaded—his dad’s a director at a megabank!”  

“Yeah, yeah! Gorou’s wallet’s deep. A Vuitton bag? No problem!”  

“Not interested. Could you disappear already?”  

The disgust in her voice was palpable. Kaede checked her watch again, utterly uninterested, and the men exchanged uneasy glances.  

“Come on, don’t be like that! Just an hour!”  

They seemed intent on wearing her down now, closing in around her like a blockade, determined not to let her escape.  

Their persistence was unusual, but Kaede’s patience was wearing thin. No matter how good-looking or rich they were, they were all equally worthless to her. She pulled out her phone, glaring at them.  

“Enough already—”  

“Kaede. What are you doing?”  

The voice was light and clear, like a bell chime. Kaede turned her head sharply. The frost in her heart melted instantly, warmth spreading through her.  

Peeking over the men’s shoulders was the figure of her beloved master.  

“Master!”  

“Guh?!”  

Kaede’s eyes welled up as she dashed toward Rin. She might’ve shoved someone aside along the way, but she didn’t care. Rin was all she could see.  

She practically tackled Rin, wrapping her arms around her. The sheer pressure of her explosive chest pressing against Rin’s arm made Rin’s eyes momentarily darken with lust.  

But Rin, after ample “stress relief,” had managed to suppress her arousal. She smiled sweetly—otherwise, their date would’ve ended up in a love hotel.  

“Good morning, Kaede.”  

“Good morning! You look as beautiful as ever… ❤️”  

Kaede gazed at Rin with a lovestruck expression, fully embodying the role of a smitten maiden.  

“Oh? Thank you. That outfit suits you well, too.”  

Kaede beamed, her eyes sparkling. Her childlike excitement made her seem younger than her mid-twenties. Rin smirked, though she wasn’t immune to the thrill either—after all, this was her first date ever. Never mind that her “partner” was neither a lover nor a crush, but a sex slave.  

The sudden turn of events left the men gaping, frozen in place.  

Not that anyone could blame them. The sudden appearance of the stunning girl had stolen everyone’s attention.  

Her raven-black hair flowed like a crow’s wet feathers, smooth and dense as sand.  

Her snow-white skin was translucent, hinting at foreign ancestry, flawless and radiant.  

Her delicate features resembled a bisque doll.  

Her large, wine-red eyes, reminiscent of garnets, held a mystique enhanced by their sharp shape. Her willow-thin brows were naturally perfect. Her high, elegant nose was impeccably smooth. Her soft, supple lips were a natural rouge-red, glossy and plump.  

Her figure was equally extraordinary.  

Her chest rivaled—if not surpassed—Kaede’s in sheer mass. Watermelon-sized yet flawlessly perky, defying gravity.  

Her waist was astonishingly slender, contrasting with her peach-like hips. Though not as ample as Kaede’s, their shapely curves were no less striking.  

Her looks were clearly un-Japanese, yet her long black hair and refined features carried a deep, indigenous beauty. She was a miraculous balance of Western opulence and Japanese elegance.  

Her outfit was girly yet chic—a black dress that clung to her body, with a faintly red flare skirt below a ribbon-cinched waist. Black ribbon accents added flair.  

Though modest and simple, the outfit highlighted Rin’s ethereal beauty.  

A girl like her would turn heads anywhere. Even CGI characters might pale in comparison. It was a mystery she wasn’t already on TV.  

“H-hey, cutie! Are you her friend? Just girls are kinda boring, right? Why don’t you join us?”  

One of the men gulped audibly as he spoke. At this point, it was more pathetic than annoying. To have the nerve to approach such a beauty—either he was a fool or deluded.  

Kaede felt a surge of indescribable fury and murderous intent at the sight of those filthy eyes on Rin. She nearly bared her teeth, but Rin squeezed her hand gently.  

“Let’s go.”  

Utterly indifferent, as if the men were mere pebbles on the road, Rin pulled Kaede along. The men, flustered, tried to stop them.  

“H-hey, wait! My dad’s—”  

“Move.”  

Kaede didn’t even see what happened.  

Rin’s hand flickered, and a dull thud followed. The next moment, the man who’d tried to touch Rin was sprawled on the ground.  

Ignoring the stunned pick-up artists, the two simply walked away.  

Kaede’s heart still raced from Rin’s impossibly cool heroics and the way their fingers intertwined.  

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The date plan was entirely Rin’s doing, so Kaede had no idea where they were going or what they’d do.  

Their first stop was a large shopping mall with an attached cinema.  

This surprised Kaede a little. It felt like a stereotypical couple’s spot.  

Not that she minded—given her submissive desires and burning (if unconventional) love, even a normal date was enough to bring her to tears.  

But she was taken aback by the tickets Rin produced.  

They were for a recent hit romance film—a love story between two women, adapted from a novel. Worse, it was billed as a forbidden teacher-student romance.  

Kaede couldn’t help making a complicated face. It hit too close to home.  

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With iced coffee and popcorn in hand, they took their seats—the very back row, in the farthest corner.  

The theater was quite crowded for the popular film, but their seats were isolated enough that no one sat nearby.  

Scanning the room, Kaede noticed several pairs of women. Were they “that kind” of couple too?  

“Here you go, Master~ ❤️”  

“Thanks.”  

Kaede held out the popcorn. Rin smiled slightly and nibbled at it, washing down the dryness with sips of coffee. The caramel sweetness paired perfectly with the coffee’s bitterness.  

For a while, Kaede was content just watching Rin eat like a little animal. Then, the lights dimmed.  

A mechanical announcement signaled the start of the film. The audience’s anticipation was palpable.  

As Kaede half-heartedly watched the trailers, she felt a hand brushing her thigh. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. Long, elegant fingers—Rin’s, of course—began gliding skillfully along her inner thigh.  

“Ngh~ ❤️ M-Master…? ❤️❤️”  

“Shh. No noise, okay? ❤️ Be quiet.”  

So this wasn’t just a normal date after all. The movements on her thigh left no doubt—Rin was intent on drowning her in pleasure.  

On screen, the heroines were having their first meeting. Rin watched with feigned disinterest, but her right hand danced like a spider over Kaede’s plump flesh.  

Kaede was too distracted to follow the film anymore.  

“Ngh~ ❤️ F-fuah… ❤️ Haah~?! ❤️”  

Her soft gasps filled the air as she realized why Rin had chosen such a secluded spot.  

After savoring the feel of her thighs for a while, Rin’s hand crept higher. A finger teased her groin, making Kaede shudder. She clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle her moans.  

Then, Rin’s long finger slipped inside her pussy.  

“Jup~❤️ Nyuppupupu~❤️❤️”  

“Hyaaahh~⁉︎❤️”  

Her insides were already dripping wet with anticipation. Feeling the sticky arousal clinging to her fingers, Rin’s lips curled into a sadistic smile.  

“Zuppupu~❤️❤️ Jupo~❤️”  

“Nnhiiieehh~❤️❤️”  

She pulled her fingers out all at once. Kaede’s throbbing entrance clung desperately, unwilling to let go.  

“Look, Kaede.”  

Rin held her glistening fingers in front of Kaede’s panting face. A lewd, milky bridge of arousal stretched between her index and middle fingers. Grinning deviously, Rin whispered in a teasing tone:  

“How naughty~ Getting this wet in a movie theater… with so many people around. What’s got you so excited, you pervert? ❤️”  

“S-s-sorryyy~❤️❤️”  

Even as she was unreasonably scolded, Kaede trembled with pleasure, her hips quivering. For a true masochist, even insults and rough treatment were rewards in themselves.  

With a wicked smirk, Rin licked her fingers clean. Kaede blushed furiously at the sight of her own fluids being swallowed.  

“No more noises, okay?”  

Rin’s fingers returned to Kaede’s entrance.  

With a frantic nod, Kaede stared up at her master, eyes pleading.  

“Nyupu~❤️ Zuboooh~❤️ Buchu~❤️ Jyuuzuuuuuh~❤️❤️ Zubuyuuu~❤️❤️”  

“Ngh~❤️ Hyuuu—❤️ Nnhieeh~⁉︎❤️❤️ Nnfuuuu~❤️ Kuh, hiiiiieeeh~❤️❤️”  

She struggled to hold back her moans, but sweet whimpers kept slipping out. The film’s audio muffled them for now, but if she climaxed, that wouldn’t last long.  

Rin frowned slightly, then grinned mischievously. She pulled her fingers free and slid a hand under her own skirt. Before Kaede’s wide eyes, Rin tugged down her damp panties in one swift motion.  

A freshly removed pair of pink panties—now soaked from Rin’s own half-hard girlcock—dangled from her fingers.  

“M-Master—mmmph~⁉︎”  

Before Kaede could react, the warm, sticky fabric was shoved into her mouth. She tried to mumble something, but the panties muffled everything.  

“There~ Now you’ll stay quiet. Be grateful, okay? …Let’s continue. ❤️”  

“Nnuppupu~❤️❤️ Juboh~❤️ Zurururururu~❤️ Zubuyuuu~❤️”  

“Mmmboooooh~❤️ Nnbuu~❤️ Nggguuuuuuh~❤️❤️”  

“Byuuuh~❤️ Bubuyuuu~❤️”  

Kaede’s eyes rolled back as her back arched violently, her climax hitting like a shot. Her arousal sprayed onto the seat in front of her, drenching it like an ejaculation.  

The panties in her mouth made it hard to breathe, and every gasp sent her master’s musky taste flooding over her tongue, amplifying the pleasure.  

But Rin wasn’t done yet.  

She coated her thumb in frothy arousal, stroking Kaede’s clit while her index finger ruthlessly ground against her G-spot. Her middle finger exploited yet another weakness inside Kaede’s trembling walls. The trio of fingers moved with inhuman precision, like independent creatures.  

“Buchu~❤️ Kuhii~❤️ Jupoooh~❤️ Kohryuu~❤️❤️ Shuzooooooh~❤️ Jubuu~❤️ Korii~❤️ Shuburururururu~❤️”  

“Nguuuuuuuuhh~❤️❤️❤️ Hiiiiiiiieeeehhh~❤️ Ooooooohhh~❤️❤️”  

(I’m cumming~ ❤️ I’m cumming again~ ❤️ Even though I came—I’m cumming MORE~ ❤️❤️ Kyaaaah~ ❤️)  

Her climax splashed out in waves, splattering the seats around them and pooling at their feet. Her skirt and panties were drenched, her chair slick with fluids.  

Kaede’s eyes rolled white, drool trailing from her slack mouth. Her arms hung uselessly at her sides, her legs splayed obscenely as she twitched. She looked completely broken.  

“Hyuu~❤️ Hyuuuh~❤️ Hahii~❤️”  

“Guchuu~❤️❤️ Zuppupupu~❤️ Korii~❤️❤️”  

“Kahhfu~❤️ Aaaahhh~❤️❤️”  

She struggled to steady her ragged breathing, but another moan tore loose as Rin’s fingers resumed their assault inside her.  

This time, though, the movements were slower, rhythmic—not the overwhelming torture from before, but not teasing either.  

Blinking through her haze, Kaede glanced at Rin—only to see her master watching the film with genuine interest.  

Following her gaze, Kaede realized the movie was nearing its climax. Onscreen, the teacher and student—both women—shared a tender, loving kiss.  

The sight made Kaede project herself and Rin onto the characters, her cheeks burning. A flashback to their time in the infirmary only deepened her blush.  

(…But—)  

Her heart darkened as she stole another glance at Rin’s moonlit profile.  

(But… The master has someone she loves. If she ends up with him, then I—)  

Unbeknownst to her, her thoughts mirrored those of another “sex slave” entirely.  

As if reflecting her melancholy, the film took a sudden turn.  

The teacher, fearing societal backlash, chose to leave before graduation. The student, confused and heartbroken, struggled to bridge the rift forming between them. But eventually, reality crushed them.  

Lost in the story, Kaede barely noticed Rin’s fingers had stopped. Instead, her left hand was clasped tightly—Rin’s palm cold as snow, yet somehow setting her core aflame.  

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After the film, they headed to an Italian restaurant known for its pasta. The chic wooden interior and smooth jazz created a refined yet comfortable atmosphere.  

Of course, all expenses were covered by Kaede—as her master’s “property,” she wouldn’t dare question it.  

They sat side-by-side at a retro wooden table, their closeness unmistakably romantic to onlookers. Ignoring the stares, Kaede handed Rin the menu.  

“What would you like, Master?”  

“Hmm… The carbonara sounds nice, but the oyster pasta is tempting too.”  

“Shall I order the oyster pasta as well, then?”  

“Yes, please.”  

The flustered waiter—a college student—stammered through their order, clearly overwhelmed by the duo’s unnatural beauty.  

Their conversation drifted to the film.  

“That was… quite a story.”  

“The acting and sets were superb. But… I didn’t like the ending.”  

The film had concluded ambiguously. After their forced separation, the student moved on, found new love, and even received a wedding invitation from her former teacher. The final shot was her marking “yes” on the RSVP—her youthful romance now just a memory.  

A bittersweet, if not hollow, conclusion.  

Whether it was society’s cruelty, the implication that same-sex love was a “phase,” or the fear that she and Rin might suffer the same fate—Kaede couldn’t accept it.  

Rin brushed her cheek gently.  

“Kaede… I’m not letting you go.”  

“——❤️ Th-thank you… Master~ ❤️”  

Kaede buried her face in Rin’s arm, melting into her touch.  

But Rin’s eyes burned with icy desire as she fought the urge to grope Kaede’s ample chest. Their lunchtime plans had just taken a sharp turn.  

Her saintly smile twisted into something devilish.  

“——I’ll thoroughly ruin you properly.”  

“Nnghhh~❤️❤️❤️❤️”

The words, whispered into her ear, sent Kaede’s entire body trembling violently.

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Meanwhile, back at the Shiroyama residence…  

A certain pitiful girl lay sprawled like a deflated frog, semen overflowing from her abused pussy.  

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Author’s Notes: Clothing Descriptions: Hours spent, yet still unsure if I captured the complexity of women’s fashion. Now my ads are all women’s wear… Oops.  

Upcoming Story Idea: A fantasy-themed maid/lady tale (With Futanari, of course).  

Summary: Rachel, a maid serving a noble house, eagerly awaits her young mistress’s return from magic academy—only to find her accompanied by a harem of beauties. (Turns out, a failed dark spell gave the lady a cock.)  

Next Chapter: More date action—and lots of explicit scenes.  

Typos: Please point them out! I know there’s at least one I forgot to fix.