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Believe it or not, Makoto and Mitsuru “only” have a normal sex life.

As they approach their adulthood, sex has become an essential part of their everyday life. They see this as their way to spice up their love and become closer to each other. Often it is just a round or two to deepen their love, but sometimes, they are so into the moments that they end up going through more rounds than usual, even though there were times when they did it until almost morning.

Nevertheless, they consider sex as something to make their love more interesting, an important part that only when they are adults they can engage in more often.

However, as time goes on, they start to find sex somewhat… boring. Nothing has changed for the last few years. They had tried different positions, and they had different ways to seduce their partners, but they soon found out that they were just repeating the same thing over and over again. Makoto and Mitsuru needed something new, something they had never done before to deepen their sex life again.

And that was when Makoto found a new boundary, a new way that could be a new experience for both: role-playing.

Behind Mitsuru’s back, Makoto had been researching role-playing carefully. He had found so many interesting things, so many plots and scripts that they could try, from between a police officer and a criminal, to a full-blown master and maid role-play. Even so, he also had seen them to be somewhat costly just for probably a single day of doing so.

However, he soon found a perfect scenario for their new experience, and if he had to be honest, just picturing it in his mind had already made him aroused. He discussed the script with his girlfriend, talking about how their little “R-rated movie plot” would work. Mitsuru did not seem to understand or get the full picture, though, but willing to try the new thing, she agreed with the plan, regardless.

That is why Mitsuru is currently in her usual office uniform, the same style of clothing she usually wears whenever she is at work, operating her job as the head of Kirijo Group: the white blouse and black mini skirt on the outside, with her suit jackets and knee-high boots. She also ties her hair into a ponytail per Makoto’s request of “just dress up like you usually do at work”. However, today is just the weekend, and she is certainly not in her office.

Waiting for her boyfriend to prepare in their bedroom, Mitsuru feels butterflies in her stomach. They are having a new experience today as they have planned, but she still has no clue what it will look like in her head. She eyes across their room and draws her attention to the small paper bag Makoto has put on the table. It probably has something for their upcoming act, but despite her curiosity, she cannot open it, since Makoto said there would be a “surprise” inside.

All this feeling of curiosity and impatience has got the best of her, and she turns her head to the bathroom where Makoto is changing his clothes. “Makoto, have you done yet?” Mitsuru called for him.

“… Yeah, just a sec…” Makoto muttered from inside the bathroom, answering her call.

After a few seconds, the door of the bathroom opens, revealing Makoto waking out of it. Just like Mitsuru, he is in his usual office clothing, with his blue suit, white shirt, and leather loafers. Mitsuru also finds out how dedicated he is to this play, based on the fact that he is also wearing a blue tie, something that he hates wearing even after all these years. While adjusting his tie, he raises his head to see his Empress standing in front of him, before smiling softly because of the beauty he is capturing.

He swears that if she casts Marin Karin on him, he will jump right into it without letting it miss as usual.

“You look great,” Makoto simply commented.

“So are you…” Mitsuru replied with a tint of blush on her face, admiring how cultivated he was in his office clothing. She also admires how much his body has changed ever since she first saw him in their high school years. Even in his twenties, he is already in the figure of a gentleman, such an image that she adores so much.

As they are observing each other, it is such a shame to them that they are about to use their elegant, dandy clothing for a dirty, naughty adult act.

“So, just for confirmation…” Makoto spoke first after a few moments, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“… Yes,” Mitsuru said softly after some seconds of hesitation, “as long as it is with you, then I have no problem. Besides, this will be a fresh new experience for both of us, right?”

Having heard her answer, Makoto nods his head in understanding. Despite having no experience in role-playing, only from his research does he know this will not be easy to take for both of them at first. Therefore, he wants to have at least a unanimous agreement between them before they start doing anything, and her answer has got rid of some of his worries in his heart.

Even so, they are still standing awkwardly in front of each other. Mitsuru still has yet to picture what the plot will look like even though she knows her role, while Makoto, having the most knowledge of the play, is still fidgeting with his fingers, unsure when he should start. This feels like their first time having sex, but it is a little more nervous and intense for both of them.

“… So…” Mitsuru decided to speak first to break the awkward silence between them, “Are we going to kiss first, or…”

“N-Not yet,” Makoto answered, “let me… prepare myself first. You know what I’m talking about, right?”

“Oh… your… “character”, right?”

After slightly nodding to her question, Makoto begins clearing his throat. While they were planning their act for today, he discussed with Mitsuru their upcoming roles. During their talk, he briefly stated that his role would be a little “special” since he would play a completely different character from his usual self to the point where he might need to change his name to distance himself from “him”. Its sole purpose is to make their play more “interesting” and “memorable”, different from what they have been doing.

Makoto has been practicing in order to make his new “character” perfect. When he takes a deep breath and adjusts his hair bang, before suddenly glaring back at Mitsuru, who starts jolting a little because of how terrifying it looks, he begins to have the feeling of excitement, urging them to let her see what he has been preparing:

His alternative ego.

“… So, Mitsuru Kirijo…” Makoto trailed off, but his tone was cold and intimidating, differed from the warm and calm voice Mitsuru had always known, “You know why you’re here, correct?”

Knowing that is the cue for their play to start, and also a little scared of how quickly her boyfriend has changed, Mitsuru slightly lowers her head but still glances at the one in front of her. “… Yes, Mr… Minato Arisato…” Mitsuru whispered, lowering her voice because of her half-true fright.

Chuckling devilishly at her answer, Makoto, now known as Minato, slowly approaches her from the front. He wears his smug on his face as Mitsuru averts her gaze from him, before walking around her in a circle, like a predator stalking his prey. While she is in such a small circle, she starts feeling like she is getting smaller, and she is not sure if she is just playing her role, or if this is her true feeling.

“What a sad demise for your company, Kirijo…” Makoto trailed off, “Kirijo Group in shambles, debt after debt piling up, your employees leaving one by one… The heiress of the Kirijos just could not get the job done—”

“Hey, watch your mouth! It is still--!”

“Since when I told you that you could talk back to me!? Know your place!”

Mitsuru tried to argue with Makoto after hearing what he said about her company, but she immediately backed off after he raised his voice, while cowering in her fear. Usually, as far as she knows, her usual Makoto is a gentle, caring guy, who wants nothing but the best for his friends, and for his partner. However, as he is wearing this new ego called “Minato Arisato”, by her first impression, he is nothing less than a rude and intimidating young man, who sees her as even less than a mere human. With such a big difference and terrifying aura extracted from him, even someone as stern as Mitsuru would be shocked by this change.

Seeing his girlfriend’s distressed emotion, he leans forward to her ear just before he can continue his part. “Don’t worry, this is just a role-play. Don’t take it too seriously, okay?” He whispered with his warm tone, briefly reverting back to his original self to assure her. Hearing his usual reassuring voice, Mitsuru quickly smiles back, calming down a little. Although he wants to have a new experience, Makoto also wants her to enjoy this, as well.

Seeing his girlfriend’s smile, he nods his head slightly before clearing his throat, changing back to “Minato”. He then walks to the paper bag he prepared before the play and takes out a piece of paper, seemingly having something written on it. After that, he returns to her place, before dropping the paper, letting it fall free in front of her, which Mitsuru barely catches in her hands.

“Even so, I must commend you, Kirijo.” Makoto said with his wicked tone, wearing a smirk on his face, “You got the guts to sell yourself to me, sacrificing your entire life for me, Minato Arisato, for the sake of your company. Even though your freedom is practically over, I can’t help but respect you for that, Kirijo.”

While Makoto keeps blabbering his villain speech, Mitsuru takes a look at the paper in her hand. It appears to be a contract, with the title “Slave Contract” from the header. However, without considering if this can be considered as a proper form of contractual paper or not, this is far from being seen as a formal form, with gibberish texts all over the piece, writing nonsensical things such as “submitting yourself to your new master” or “serving your new master as a good slave”. Believing he might have prepared this in haste, she could not help but facepalming herself mentally.

“Makoto… I know you want to make something daunting, but this is just bad,” Mitsuru thought to herself while reading the content of the contract with her scrunched face, “at least put some proper work into it, could you?”

However, whilst reading it, Mitsuru feels him press his index finger under her chin, before lifting her face to look at him, his smirk has now spread wider into a shit-eating grin. “And since I respect you for it, if you promise to be obedient today, I’ll make sure to go easy on you,” Makoto whispered malevolently.

“… What do you know about respecting!?” Mitsuru snarled at him, “Power-hungry people like you have no right to talk about that! You thought I would easily give in to you just for that contract!? I shall not succumb to anyone like you--!”

“Oh, but you will…” He cut off her refusal, before circling his fingers under her chin, earning some squirms from her mouth, “You wouldn’t want to know what will happen to your close ones if you dare to fight against me, right?” He whispered into her ears; his voice was so chilling that it sent fright and chill down her spine.

“… What…!?” Mitsuru looked at him with her eyes widened in terror.

“Kirijo, I have enough power and authority to know everything in this world.” Makoto removed his finger from her chin, before walking around her again. “It won’t take me long to know about your friends’ names, and even where they live.” He began his speech about his power as part of the role-play before something else came to his mind. Although he knows it may sound a little stupid, he thinks that it might add more chills and excitement to the act. With that being in mind, he lets out a menacing chuckle, before lowering his voice.

“In fact, I also know full well about that puny-ass boy hanging out with you all the time. I believe his name was… “Makoto”, correct?”

However, instead of striking fear into Mitsuru, this just makes her raise her eyebrows in puzzlement. She quickly tugs his suit, making him turn around. Before the play, they also discussed some signs to pause or stop their acts just in case something went wrong or was not according to plan. That suit tugging from Mitsuru is one of those signs, thus, Makoto soon reverts to himself and draws his attention to her.

“Hmm?”

“Are you… cuckolding yourself?” she asked confusedly, making Makoto chuckle a little, this time sounding more genuine without any malice.

“It’s part of the role-play,” Makoto explained, “I want it to feel a little more realistic. Plus, it’s kinda… fun doing so, don’t you think?”

“… Sometimes you just have some bizarre and stupid idea, don’t you think? I’m still struggling to understand you.”

Mitsuru just sighed in defeat after stating that before both of them just chuckling along because of the way he did earlier. “Continue?” he asked her, and she replied with a nod.

Finally getting back to their play, Makoto clears his throat to change back to “Minato”, before having his attention on Mitsuru again. “Where were we…? Oh yes!” He tried to remember the script, before continuing with the paused part. “I believe his name was “Makoto”, am I right?” He asked with the lower, despicable tone of his character again.

Having heard so, the expression on her face has turned from bewilderment to anger, as she glares back at him with her furrowed brows. “Leave his name out of your fucking mouth!” she snapped back at him, even making Makoto jolt a little because of how high her voice raised, “You clearly don’t know anything about him! I shall not allow you to insult him like that!” she continued her shout, and it also made him a little flattered because of how her girlfriend mode had activated.

“Oh, but I bet you’d not want to know what will happen to him, as well,” Makoto said before going behind her back. He wraps his arm around her shoulders, whilst twirling his finger on her ponytail. “How sad would it be when not only his life, but all your low-life friends’ lives turned into misery, a living, cold place of hell, and it’s all because of their close friend, his little girlfriend, not good at obeying orders…?”

After hearing his words, Mitsuru suddenly felt like something stuck in her throat. She allows her imagination to run wild, thinking of different scenarios of her friends being in such a terrible state, an actual misery to be in. Although she is still aware that this is just a role-play, there is something too… real about it to her view. Perhaps she is into this play more than she thought, or perhaps Makoto is executing his role so well. While she is lost in her train of thought, she lowers her head and shakes it while squeezing her eyes shut, trying not to think about it too much.

“Therefore, from now on,” Makoto continued his speech, bringing Mitsuru back to reality, “I want you to obey every single one of my orders, not only for the sake of your dying company but also for the sake of those puny friends of yours whom you know and love. Got that!?” He raised his voice a little in the last part.

Seeing how different her Makoto has changed before her very eyes, or the young man in front of her is not even Makoto anymore, hearing his low but intimidating voice, and submitting to the gaze from his dark blue eyes, which are staring straight into her crumbling soul, Mitsuru has no choice but to follow his order. Knowing her current place and role, she bows her head before him, like a servant submitting to her master.

“… Yes, Mr. Arisato…”

As Mitsuru murmured those words, she felt that her dignity as the head of Kirijo Group was long gone, and she was nothing less than a mere bondswoman for her new master.

“… Call me Master Minato…”

“Yes… M-Master… Minato…”

“Good… Very good, Mitsuru…”

Makoto complimented her, but she did not feel flattered or glad about it. She would rather hear her actual Makoto praising her than this evil, dominant guy who is standing in front of her, bearing the same appearance as her boyfriend. She would rather hear Makoto’s caring voice of complimentary than the low but menacing tone of “Master Minato”. Even so, she cannot deny the fact that she has completely fallen into the hands of Makoto’s alternative ego, giving up herself to him.

While Mitsuru is still frozen in her place, she sees Makoto approaching her again, once again circling her in a small round. Seems like this is his method of pressuring her mentally, his way of stalking his prey before his main feast. The clicking sound of his loafer gets slower and slower, becoming an agonizing melody to her ears. She does not know what he will do to her next, and that insecurity is slowly eating her.

Makoto then suddenly stops in front of her, after moments of observing her appearance. He draws his attention to her lumpy chest, which is being held and covered in her blouse. He clicks his tongue a few times and shakes his head, making her raise her eyebrows in confusion. She starts questioning what his intention is that he is hiding, but her question immediately gets a definitive answer, as he reaches his hands to the top-most button of her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it.

“H-Hey! What do you think you’re doing--!?”

“Shh… Didn’t I tell you to be obedient?”

Ignoring Mitsuru's furiously blushing face and her sudden yell, Makoto just put his finger on his lips and whispered. It only takes a short time for him to unbutton the top one, revealing clearer the top of her ample bosoms, with the trace of her bra, which he guesses the color to be black. Nevertheless, he presses her milky white skin with his finger, earning a small squirm from her, feeling how soft and elastic it is, how his digit is sinking in like quicksand.

And soon in his mischievous mind, he figures out another way to spice up the fun, or in other words, to tease his submissive girlfriend.

He walks away from her, before grabbing an armchair in their room and dragging it close to her. Now only inches apart from her place, he sits down on it and puts his right leg on his left knee, before supporting his chin with his hand. Wearing a smug on his face, Makoto looks straight at Mitsuru, who is feeling chills from his facial expression.

“You have a beautiful skin, Mitsuru…” He complimented her.

“… T-Thank you, Master Minato…” She replied but sounded more like she was whispering because of her indignity and shame.

“But I want to see it clearer…” He continued, before his smugness faded away, as he eyed her with a more serious expression, “… Take off your clothes.”

“… W-What!?”

“Why did I tell you about not obeying my orders?” Makoto reminded her, before leaning his back on the armchair, “Strip… off!”

Feeling the menacing aura coming from the man in front of her, the chilling air bursting from him, colder than the magic casting from her Persona, and thinking back about his words, Mitsuru realizes she has nowhere else to go, nowhere to run. Seeing his raising eyebrows, silently telling her to hurry up, she obediently accepts her fate, or else there might be consequences coming her way. While she is shakily taking off her suit jacket and unbuttoning her blouse, she has to wonder if Makoto’s soul has completely shattered inside that body, replacing with such a terrifying, cruel soul that is encased inside it.

Meanwhile, watching Mitsuru stripping herself in front of him, Makoto rubs his chin while witnessing that. Truth be told, he is feeling a little guilty for making his girlfriend feel like a mere slave, making her take off her clothes before his very eyes, something he did not normally do when they had sexual intercourse. He is already prepared to stop this act at any moment if she feels that she cannot continue. However, he cannot help but admire her preservation, even with all his methods of dominating her mentally, to the point where he even questions himself about how far she is willing to go for this play.

…And, to be honest, he is feeling a little horny watching this, since he is slightly stroking the forming bulge in his pants without her noticing.

When Mitsuru finishes unbuttoning her blouse, she takes it off and reveals a bit of the bra she is wearing underneath. However, just as soon as Makoto can catch a glance at it, she immediately covers her chest with her blouse, much to his disappointment. Taking off her clothes and showing her bare form in front of her boyfriend is nothing strange to her since she has done it multiple times, slowly getting used to each occasion. However, bizarrely, she suddenly feels shy doing so. The one in front of her is still her boyfriend, but why does she feel that she is doing it for a stranger?

Dissatisfied with her action, Makoto just shakes his head and clicks his tongue. He is already eager to see more, but now he just feels like he got cockblocked. “Mitsuru… I don’t want to repeat this for the third time…” He trailed off, “I told you… to strip off… your clothes… and that includes that useless piece of cloth around your waist! I thought you should’ve been smarter than this!” he expressed his discontentment while implying her mini skirt, the only outside clothes she had left on her body apart from her knee-high shoes.

“Master Minato… I…”

“Do you understand what I’m saying!? Do you want to face your punishment instead!?”

“I… No… Master Minato…”

Without saying any other word, Makoto nods at her, telling her to continue. Mitsuru then has no choice but to drop the blouse on her arms, before unbuttoning her mini skirt. Whilst she is doing so, she feels that her pride and dignity are crumbling into dust. Once again, stripping off clothes before having sex is nothing too unusual to her, but doing it before someone she feels like a stranger, the devil that is sitting comfortably on that armchair, the bastard that is looking at her with his hungry eyes, taking the form of her boyfriend, is something too surreal to her.

At this point, anyone would have called for a stop. But even so, why does she still feel like she wants to continue? Why does she feel like she has to get this play done until the very end? And why does she feel like despite such a shameful situation she is in, she is also a bit… excited by it…?

When she finishes unbuttoning the last one, she lets her skirt fall freely from her body, before putting down her blouse on it as her pile of clothes. As she steps aside from the pile, she reveals her natural beauty in full view, with nothing but her black lacey bra, panties, and knee-high shoes. Having prepared for the occasion, thanks to the internet and pieces of advice from Yukari, she picked this matching color set of undergarments to accompany her black shoes. But even so, she does not expect the situation she is in would be this hot and embarrassing.

Seeing such a view before his very eyes, Makoto lets out a smirk and stands up from his chair, before approaching her. “Ahh… that’s better…” He trailed off. When he is finally standing in front of her, admiring her voluptuous body, he traces his finger along the lacey part of her bra, captivated by its beauty and how it goes so well with the wearer. “You even came prepared. This is completely opposite to your attitude earlier. Are you that excited to see me?” he asked teasingly.

“Well, yes, I wore these for you only, you… dummy!” Mitsuru thought in her mind, mentally answering his question, but in such a shameful situation like this, even her head could not come up with any proper word to reply.

Meanwhile, Makoto wants to feel her body even more. He puts his index finger on her soft lips, the place he cannot wait to taste. From there, he traces down to her chin, to her neck, and the lines formed by her collarbone, before tracing it along the gap between her breasts, each time earning a soft moan escaping her lips. He then hooks his finger on the strap between the cups of her bra, threatening to slide it down.

“You know, there’s something that suddenly came to my mind…” Makoto began, before getting closer to her ears, “What would your little cuck boy think when his girl is showing her bare body right before someone else?” he asked mockingly, hearing her gasp afterward, before getting shot by a glare from Mitsuru.

“I told you! Don’t you dare insult him!” She hissed at him.

“But who knows!? Maybe right now, he’s at work, minding his own business, not knowing that his girl is flashing her boobs to anyone else but him. I wonder if he found out about this, would he be disappointed in you, or would he feel… aroused by being cucked?”

“You know nothing about him! He’s the kindest person I’ve ever met! He’s the most gallant man that none of you devil in human flesh could even compare!” she blurted out, both for the play and from her true feelings.

“Mitsuru, I’m flattered by your praise, but now is not the time…” Hearing her words, Makoto could only blush a little while smiling nervously, almost breaking his character in the process. Not letting it defeat him, he clears his voice again, focusing on his “Minato” character.

“Looks like you’re still in love with him that you even dared to oppose me, Mitsuru…!” Makoto warned her, making her widen her eyes in realization, striking another fear into her soul.

“I… I’m sorry, Master Minato…” She bowed her head apologetically, but only received a devilish laugh from him.

“Let’s see if, after all of this, you can still think of that cuck boy or not…”

As Makoto states his words, he walks behind her, his eyes are now on the clip of her bra, tempting to be open. He traces his finger on her spine, before ending his path at the clip. Before Mitsuru knows it, he grasps it in his hold, much to her surprise. She turns her head around and is about to say something to stop him, but meeting his dark blue eyes, filled with coercion and dominance, she just gives in and obediently turns away while squeezing her lips tight.

Makoto begins to work on unclipping her bra. During some of their sexual intercourse before, at first, he did not know how to do it or struggled to do so without assistance from his girlfriend. However, as time went on, he slowly learned how to do it from experience, and also from when he “secretly” borrowed her bra to practice, to the point where sometimes he felt that he could unclip it in a short time limit.

And his practices and experiences definitely have helped him in this case, because within just a few seconds, her bra was unclipped successfully. Not finished yet, he slides down the straps of her bra on her shoulders, before retreating to her front, slightly excited to see his final result after all the effort. Despite that, he quickly has his mood shut down when he finds out Mitsuru is holding the cups of her bra in both her hands, refusing to let them fall.

“You’ve been testing my patience a lot, Mitsuru…” Makoto sighed, “Think about it! What the hell could you gain from this!?”

“I-I’m sorry, Master Minato! It’s just I--!”

“Then what are you waiting for?” He cut her off, this time with a calmer voice so she would not feel afraid, but it also sounded a little deeper, “Arms… behind your back… now!”

After hearing his command, Mitsuru is hesitant at first, but as her choice is practically no more, with nowhere else to hide, and no more words to argue, she reluctantly follows the order. She shakily removes her palms from the cups, letting her bra fall free, before withdrawing them behind her back. When her large breasts are being displayed in their naked glory, with her hands behind her back, she subconsciously arches her back forward, showing her boobs closer to his face.

Meanwhile, witnessing her orbs before his very eyes, Makoto gets stimulated even more, while the bulge in his pants is twitching and getting bigger. Although he had seen them multiple times before, either groping them or just seeing them jiggling during their different sex positions, he certainly did not get bored of catching their sight: her gorgeous bosoms that kept increasing in size time after time. Right now, he cannot wait to hold them in his palms, feeling how soft they are.

However, there is one thing he needs to do first, and it has been on his mind for a long time. In fact, this might be where things get a little interesting to him.

“… You know…” Makoto began to trail off, “All of these fighting from you, against my will, I’m getting very tired from it. But don’t worry, I know how to make you stop…”

“H-Huh…?”

Makoto then walks behind her again, as Mitsuru’s curiosity only grows stronger. Fear and worries begin to cloud her mind. Is she getting punished for what she said earlier? Is he about to strip her of the last bit of clothes on her body? Those questions are swimming in her mind without any knowledge of what could be real, what could be the answer.

However, what turns out is not exactly what she thought. Gazing back from her shoulder, she gets confused when Makoto takes off his suit jacket and tosses it onto the floor, before taking off his blue tie.

“That suit is quite expensive, you know…?” Mitsuru glanced at the thrown-away jacket and whispered with a bit of sorrow in her voice, and Makoto could only chuckle a little after he heard that, both in and out of character.

Relieved that he is finally free from the tie he hates so much, only wearing it for the sake of the act, Makoto then wraps the tie around both her wrists, and this is the moment when Mitsuru soon knows what is going on, as she begins to panic.

“W-What are you doing—!?”

Mitsuru was protesting against it while attempting to struggle out of the tie. However, her effort is futile when Makoto has already wrapped her wrists in such a tight hold that she cannot free her arms from it, based on how her arms are being held right now. He then ties them into a bondage, before tugging slightly at the knot, making sure that it is tight, but not too tight that it ends up making her uncomfortable.

The process was pretty difficult at first for him, but it is not that he minded about it. That was because, during the tying part, he found out that despite her protesting, Mitsuru had broken her character a little and decided to stroke the bulge in his pants with her free fingers, which Makoto could not help but smile cheekily while groaning a little at her touches. And despite her face not showing it, he knew that she was so into this little play of them that she was enjoying it.

When Makoto steps in front of Mitsuru, displaying before him is the sight he has always dreamed of in his dirty mind: his girlfriend half-naked, with only her panties and knee-high shoes, and her wrists wrapped in bondage behind her back, making her back arch forward, thrusting her large boobs closer to his face.

“Ahh… that’s much better…”

Makoto then walks toward her and reaches out his hands to both of her tits. He gropes them firmly in his palms, feeling how incredibly soft they are despite their large cup size, before running his thumbs along the underside of them, getting a soft sigh from her. Not satisfied enough, he sneaks to the back of her again, before wrapping his hands around her chest, squeezing her bosoms from behind. Whilst doing so, he leans up and slightly sucks one of her earlobes, one of her most sensitive body parts that he knows from his experience. Needless to say how sensual she feels from it, judging by the loud moan escaping her lips.

His assault on her body is not finished. As Makoto is done sucking those, he kneads her nipples with his fingers, while circling his thumbs around her areola, earning some squirming from her. While he is taking care of her breasts, he can feel her fingers stroking the tent in his pants again, despite her tied wrists, once again breaking her character. However, as he is also letting out some soft sighs from his mouth, he does not bother warning her about it.

“You have such nice knockers right there…” he whispered into her ears, “Is it genetically natural, or is it because that little wimpy kid of yours groped them every time?”

“… Whatever the reason is… mmm… is none of your business!” Mitsuru retorted, but she could not compress her moan in between.

“Well, whatever you say, he sure is a lucky kid… at least until today, when his dear girl is presenting those for the others to pleasure her better than he could…”

“You’re out of your mind! I don’t feel any good with this!”

“Oh really? Then how do you explain these?” Makoto asked her, gesturing to her erected nipples as the result of his kneading. Wearing a shit-eating grin on his face, he pulls them a little, getting a gasp from her. “Your mouth keeps saying no, and yet your body says otherwise. Why can’t you just be truthful to yourself for just a bit, Mitsuru…?”

When Makoto feels like he has finished toying with her, partly because he is tired of her false perseverance, he removes his hand from her breasts, before walking away from her, heading to the side of the bed. Once he figures out the position he wants, he turns his attention to Mitsuru, who is still a bit dreamy because of the pleasure she received earlier. “Come here,” he coldly said, gesturing to her to go to his place.

It is a bit difficult for Mitsuru to walk to his spot, given how her arms are tied up in bondage and she is still in her high heels, leaving clicking noises on the floor, whilst Makoto is slightly amused since her posture reminds him a little about those penguins he used to watch on TV documentaries. Nonetheless, Mitsuru still manages to get to him. When she is near him, he grabs her arms and spins her a little, adjusting her to where he wants, while also keeping her balance. Although they are in such a steamy “master-slave” script, Mitsuru appreciates him a little for his sudden gentleness.

But just before Mitsuru thinks he will do something nice for her, Makoto sure has something else in mind. When she is facing the side of their bed, he grabs her shoulders and playfully pushes her onto the mattress, letting her fall flat on her belly, with only half of her legs, from her knees to her feet, dangling on the edge of the bed, extracting a yelp from her lips.

When Mitsuru has still yet to discover what is going on, looking from her view, she finally sees something that is probably the reason why he picks this specific position for their act.

There is a mirror next to the other side of their bed, showing their reflection in full view.

As she is yet to comprehend everything, Makoto suddenly jumps onto the mattress and faces her. He lifts her face with his finger again, observing her beauty despite the rage that is still painted on it. However, instead of being tormented, he lets out his malicious grin, since this is exactly what he is looking for. He brushes his thumb across her lips, feeling how soft and seeing how captivating they are.

“What nice lips you have there… Unfortunately, I won’t be “using” it for the next minutes.”

“Wait, what do you mean “use”--!?”

Mitsuru was about to say something, but she was cut off when Makoto suddenly captured her lips with his. He cups her face with his hand as he pulls her closer into the kiss, dancing his tongue around hers. Since her position is not in its best comfort, it is such a sloppy kiss, judging by how he is struggling to keep her face up in the process. In his mind, he has to admit that this is not the best one they have ever had, even though it is not close to the worst one. But he feels that this is necessary, since for the next part, he probably will not have the chance to do so.

But for Mitsuru, perhaps this kiss is still enough since she is slowly melting into it, even with her awkward position. She never loses her love of kissing him, and even with the characters they are playing, this kiss assures her that he is still there.

When they pull away from each other, Mitsuru’s eyes are still dreamy, along with her floating mind, whilst both have the same color of red on their faces. Even so, she soon realizes that the play is still going, and she needs to get back to her character as soon as possible. Therefore, she clears her throat a little, wiping the smile off her face, and shoots him back with the deadliest glare she can make for being forced into a kiss.

“Y-You’re gonna regret this!” Mitsuru yelled at him, “When I get back my power, with all my will, I will sue you! I’ll make sure you are annihilated from the society for good--!”

“You never know when to shut up, do you…?”

Makoto’s deep and cold voice stuns her once again, also reminding her that “Master Minato” is still there. After leaving the bed, he approaches the table just near her, which still has the paper bag placed on it. Since the bag is almost empty, he holds the bag and turns it upside down, before shaking it a little, letting the remaining item inside fall out.

As soon as the loud “thud” of colliding echoes from the table, Mitsuru soon realizes what the final item is, and if she has to be honest, if it was not for the play or she was not having her wrists tied in bondage, she would dash out of their room immediately, because of the terrifying aura bursting out from the item and how it is shaking up her curiosity.

It is a silicone ball gag, with a black strap hooked on it. Unknown if it is a coincidence or if Makoto just intentionally picked it, since it also has the same color as her hair.

“W-Wait, wait!” Mitsuru called for a halt, “What the fuck is that!? I’ve never seen anything like it before! M-Makoto, hang on!” She called for a pause in panic since she had no idea that he would use something like that in their act.

Despite that, at this point, Makoto is so excited that his ears automatically block any vocal or sound. When he was looking for some items in preparation, he stumbled upon this one. Looking through the preview photos of it, consisting of some women with ball gags in their mouths, he could not help but feel extremely aroused by them. He has been picturing some scenes of his girlfriend having it in her mouth, and how it would look in hers.

As that fantasy is turning into reality, Makoto lets out a mischievous smile, not only to play his “Minato” character but also to himself.

When Makoto is approaching Mitsuru from behind, she is even more terrified of the mysterious item in his hand than his character, with her widened eyes and gaping mouth. Her fear has completely locked her in her place since she cannot find any strength to run away, and partly because of her tied wrists, she is struggling to lift her body. “Makoto, arrête! Arrête!” she was so panicked that she started yelling in French, so loud that she almost broke her voice, completely forgetting about his minimum knowledge of that language.

“Open wide, Mitsuru…” Ignoring her calling for help, Makoto coldly commanded her. Seeing her reaction, not hearing clearly anything she screamed, he just thinks that she is playing her character.

“Wait, my heart is not ready for this—AHHH!”

Mitsuru was about to protest, but she got cut off when Makoto spanked her butt, making a sharp, loud noise to accompany her scream of pain. Before she knows it, at the moment when her mouth is open, he immediately stuffs the ball gag in her mouth, completely occupying her mouth with its large size. When he is sure that the silicone ball has fit in her jaws, he fastens the strap around her head, before tugging it a little, making sure that it is not too tight for her.

…But at this point, can Mitsuru even be glad that Makoto is caring for her? When he lets go of her, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she can see that her mouth is having such a large ball locking it. “HNGGHH! HGHRHHH!” She tried to move her jaw and say something, but it was totally futile. She can only muffle some incomprehensive sound, whilst even slightly drooling into it.

Seeing such a shameful image of her being illustrated in the mirror, Mitsuru can only blush and avert her eyes from it. This play so far has been a completely different experience from what she used to have, so crazy that not even her wildest imagination could create.

“Well… now that’s some deserved peace and quiet, huh?”

Makoto steps back and observes the absolute view in front of him: His girlfriend lying half-naked on the bed, in only her black lacey panties and her knee-high shoes, whilst her wrists are tied in bondage, and her mouth has a ball gag occupied it. Looking at this scene makes him more excited since his manhood is threatening to be free from his pants. He also sees Mitsuru turning her head around and looking at him with her pleading eyes, begging him to remove the thing in her mouth.

But after all, they are so far into this that it will be very hard to even stop or pause.

Still, in his “Minato” character, Makoto clicks his tongue and shakes his head, denying whatever Mitsuru is pleading him to do. “You know… since you dared to oppose me and even yelled at me, yelled at your master,” he trailed off, before taking his walk to the end of the bed, not letting the mirror reflect him, “you leave me with no choice. I must discipline you.”

“… Hnghh!?”

Mitsuru has no idea what he is up to. However, suddenly, from the corners of her eyes, she can see him unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off, revealing his toned body with some small scars on it, the historic marks of his time with SEES. Despite admiring how good his body is, she does not have much time for that, since she is about to see another surprise from him, another thing that she did not expect.

Mitsuru then hears the sound of him unbuckling his belt. She starts wondering if they are finally going to the main event, or if he is finally done with all of these BDSM plays and just wants to bend her over. However, things are not as easy to predict as she thinks. Because Makoto then holds the metal buckle together with the belt end in one hand, before holding the folded part of the leather belt in the other one. He stretches it in and out to test its durability, creating some sharp smacking noises, and each one sends shivers down Mitsuru’s spine.

When Makoto gets back to her, holding the belt in his hand, with the metal buckle being held together with the end of the belt in one palm, Mitsuru has finally realized what he meant by “discipline”. Because the way that belt of his is shaping reminds her of something Artemisia usually holds:

A leather whip.

Mitsuru swears that not even the scariest movie she has ever seen can be compared to this. Seeing the absolute terror before her very eyes, she shakes her head vigorously in her desperate effort to make him stop. However, Makoto just thinks she is doing this as part of their play, not knowing about her real intention behind this, a small miscommunication between them just because her mouth is gagged and cannot speak a word.

“Because of your deeds…” Makoto began, “… I have to teach you some MANNERS!”

*SMACK!*

“HNGGHHHHHHHH!”

As soon as Makoto whipped her butt with the belt, Mitsuru arched her back forward and let out an agonizing scream of pain, despite being muffled by the ball gag, echoed across every wall of their room. “Oh shit!” He soon realizes that he might have gone overboard with this one since he starts covering his mouth in both fear and disbelief, whilst gazing away in the process. He could imagine how painful it could be, but he was not aware of how easy it could be to hit such a whip like that. He is fear for his life; he cannot imagine what will come next.

When Makoto slowly turns his head to Mitsuru, he jolts a little when he finds out she has already looked at him, with some small tears in her eyes and her furrowed brows, this time from her real anger, since her face is also furiously red. “HGH… HMMGHH… HMMGHHHH!” He could not hear what she muffled, but he could predict that she was screaming his name, bursting out her pure fury from the whip. He is somewhat glad that her wrists are tied because if not, his head would be put in a guillotine in classic French style.

But deep inside, he is glad that she is still okay, probably thanks to her time strengthening with SEES.

Nonetheless, Makoto must face the consequences. He clasps his hands apologetically and bows his head, before rubbing the temple of his head. “I’ll be softer, I promise!” He whispered to her, promising that he would do that. However, he is already mentally prepared for a stop in their play if she wants to.

… But surprisingly, Mitsuru does not say or do anything about it. She just turns away from him without saying anything, indicating that he can keep going. This is definitely an astonishment to Makoto, who starts tilting his head in confusion. He starts wondering what is going on in her head, what makes her want to go this far and get through this act, even to the point of enduring such pain previously. These questions raise his eyebrows when he takes a look at his Empress, who is still presenting her lumpy ass without any hiding, seemingly waiting for him to keep going.

Nevertheless, Makoto knows that at this point, there is no turning back for them; the show must keep going. Therefore, taking a deep breath and clearing his throat, he keeps telling himself to be softer just as he promised, but still enough to give them the pleasures of their lifetime, enough for both of them to enjoy, Gripping the leather belt in his hand, he once again approaches the lying Mitsuru, before resuming his act.

“Let’s do this again…” he mumbled, before raising his voice, “you have to face your PUNISHMENT!”

When he ends his sentence with a raised voice, he whips the leather onto her butt cheeks, extracting another loud squirm from her, but it is much less loud than the first one. Relieved that he might have found the right measure for the “disciplinary”, he continues his whipping.

“KNOW… your fucking PLACE, Mitsuru! WHY… did you have to make it HARDER… for YOURSELF!? You’re FORCING… me to do THIS!” He yelled at her, and each time he raised his voice, he whipped her with the belt simultaneously. Even when he has nothing to say, he still continues to belt her butt, mostly playfully, but sometimes a little more forcefully, not to make the play feel dull.

Despite that, it does not mean that Mitsuru does not feel pain. “How… are these any softer, Makoto…!?” She thought in her head as she kept letting out more of her screams, which were still muffled by the ball gag. It is painful to her, it really is. Perhaps it is because she is yet to recover from the first whip, judging by the significant long, red mark on her ass cheeks. Or maybe to her, Makoto is not very good at measuring his whipping. Nonetheless, the pain is real, and she is squirming not only because of the purpose of their play.

… However, why does it feel painfully good to her?

While Mitsuru is getting “disciplined”, she looks at herself in the mirror just opposite her. Her reflection reminds her of those movies about animal abuse in the circus, about those creatures also getting whipped by their circus masters. She sees herself as nothing less than that, such an indecent, vulgar image that sets her apart from her usual elegant, dignified form. But even so, why is she feeling good? Why is she turned on by this? Why is this sharp, aching punishment arousing her so much that she even feels her underwear getting wetter each time the leather strap smacks her cheeks?

Is it because somewhere in her mind, she is still aware that Makoto is still there, not anyone else, or is it because she has awakened something, not a Persona, not another ego, but something in her blood that makes her enjoy this?

“Oh my god, now won’t you look at this!”

Makoto’s voice snaps her back to reality from her soring pleasure. He puts down the belt on the floor, then crouches down behind her to see her panties, which are now damped from all the pleasure she has received throughout the act. Not only her piece of underwear but some dark spots can also be seen on the mattress, indicating that she might have leaked some without noticing.

Amused and surprised by this discovery, he chuckles errantly, before leaning forward toward her ears. He reaches his hand down to her private area and strokes the wet part of her underwear slowly, earning some soft muffled moans from her mouth. “Such a bad girl…” he whispered to her ears, not without leaving a light kiss on her cheek, “… Don’t tell me that you actually felt good from my beating.”

“HMGHH… HMGHHH HMGHHHHH!”

“No? Then what is all this liquid I am feeling?” He asked, but without waiting for her answer, he quickened the pace of his stroking, getting a louder moan from her, “Is it just simply that you accidentally splashed water on it, or is it because you actually leaked some from your little labs?”

Not even waiting for her response and ignoring her flustered face, Makoto takes a few steps back to observe her. “I want to see it even clearer…” he declared, before lowering his voice, shifting back to his menace mode, “Lift your ass… now!” he ordered her with the deepest, most power-controlled voice possible. However, Mitsuru is still a little hesitant to do so, mostly because her embarrassment has yet to fade away after he managed to find out about her wet spot from the beating. Despite that, it soon fuels his impatience even more, since he picks up the belt on the floor again and raises it, threatening to spank her with it, which she can see from the mirror.

“I said… ass… UP--!”

“HMGHH HMFMGHH HMMGHHH!” Without waiting for the belt to land on her butt, Mitsuru obediently slides her knees underneath her to prop her ass in the air. Still a little frightened from almost getting punished, her body starts to shiver a little, as her butt is displayed in full view. Ashamed by the naughty pose she is making, with the sultry heat of the ongoing situation, she lowers her face and hides it in the mattress, not wanting to see it from her reflection. She keeps persuading herself that she is doing this just to not get spanked or punished, not feeling the agonizing pain from his leather belt again.

… However, if she had to be honest, she kind of would not mind getting another whip from it, and she cannot explain why she is having that thinking in her head.

Meanwhile, seeing the absolute scene in front of him, created by his scaring, Makoto feels both worried and diverted at the same time. He is worried that Mitsuru might be genuinely terrified by his altered character so much that this might haunt her for a while. However, he is a little amused because of how bizarrely hilarious the situation is in front of his very eyes. He can guess that if Mitsuru was not having her mouth gagged, she would let out an infinite amount of pout for making her do this pose.

It is not like they have never tried doggy style during sex, but he swears that she has never raised her ass this high for him.

“… After all of this, if she wants to beat me up with 10 belts at once, I will happily take it. Living this long to witness this moment has been a blessing for me,” he thought in his head, imagining his possible punishment when this was over.

Nevertheless, the show must go on. When Mitsuru is propping her buttocks in the air, Makoto hooks his finger on the hem of her panties, before pulling it down slowly, like a kid unwrapping his birthday gift. When he is taking it off with such a speed that even a snail can do it faster, he starts expecting several things after he is done, including her entrance leaving a long strand of juice down to the fabric of her underwear, which will definitely turn him on if it is real.

But lo and behold, the actual scene looks even crazier than he thought. Because when her underwear is discarded, her vagina is already soaked in her juice, to the point where it is glistening because of the light shining into it. It even spreads such a vulgar smell, the scent that Makoto totally does not dislike at all. His mouth turns from a gasp to a quiet laugh; he is so interested in it that he does not bother sliding her panties all the way down her legs.

“Holy fuck, Mitsuru!” he exclaimed in surprise, “We’ve yet to get to the main course and you’re already this wet!?” he asked her, being both in and out of character.

Wanting to feel how damp her snatch is, Makoto slips his finger into her entrance, earning a small moan from Mitsuru, who is still stuffing her face in the mattress. He thrusts his digit slowly but surely, feeling how warm her womanhood is and how its wetness is coating him the more he pushes in. Not feeling satisfied enough, he inserts another digit into her, before twisting both like a drill, but still at a steady speed.

Hearing her continuous whimpers each time he thrusts in brings a smile to his face since he is seducing her well; he knows how much she loves him fingering her like this, just at a slow but steady speed, not too fast that brings her to the edge too quickly, not too slow that she loses any arousal.

But he knows this is certainly not enough to push her to the limit. Seeing how unoccupied her clit is, he uses his free thumb to rub it gently, before spreading her slits a little and tasting her wetness. Whilst Mitsuru is enjoying the pleasure, she feels his other hand sneaking underneath her body and grasping one of her boobs, once again squeezing the soft mound and kneading her nipple, doubling her delight. She sinks herself so deeply into it that she even breaks her character a little, not caring if she is supposed to hate it according to the mental script.

When her satisfaction is growing, Mitsuru can feel that she will climax at any moment. Makoto also knows about it, judging from how the walls inside her close in, tightening his fingers. At this point, she does not care about her role anymore; she does not care that she is supposed to play the part of the hateful slave opposing her master. She just wants to come, she just wants to ride her orgasm, she has been enduring this for far too long—

“Not yet,” Makoto coldly said as he withdrew his fingers and hands from her body, subduing her pleasure, “we are having the main dish soon.”

When Makoto steps slightly away from her, Mitsuru is still a bit disappointed since she is on the verge of orgasm. However, when she hears the sound of unbuttoning and unzipping pants, together with the muffling sound of clothes being thrown and the clicking sounds of loafers being tossed on the floor, she knows she does not have to wait any longer. Deep inside, she is slightly glad that she has a ball gag in her mouth, or else she might ruin their play because of her out-of-character sheepish smile.

Having discarded all his clothes, Makoto climbs onto the bed and bends over his body so that he is leaning on top of hers. He then strokes his hot, throbbing member a little, before lining it to her entrance, already so hard from the start of their role-play and eager to mess her up. After he finishes adjusting his position to be as comfortable as possible, he pushes the head of his length inside her, earning a moan from her gagged lips, before leaning closer to her ears.

“Let me test how loyal you are to your little boyfriend,” Makoto whispered virulently to her ears, reminding her of the role she was playing, “let’s see if after this, you still have that little cuck boy’s face in your mind, or the image of my throbbing cock buried deep in your CUNT!”

As soon as he raises the last bit of his statement, Makoto thrusts his entire shaft deep into her entrance, extracting another long groan from her mouth, and what an amazing sensation it is. He knows her inside is already dripping in her natural lube, but he did not expect that it would be this easy to push his dick in. Mitsuru is already so wet that it is such an effortless task to slip his erection deep into her core.

Feeling how warm and slippery her inside is can only fuel the fire of desire in Makoto’s soul. He starts plunging his shaft even deeper, whilst slapping his balls on her crotch in the process. “God, is this actually the clams of the head of Kirijo Group!? How is your pussy this wide open!? Did that little boy of yours spread your legs and shagged you every single night!? Well, let me spread that even wider, huh!?” He grunted whilst thrusting his hips, feeling all the stimulation surrounding his shaft, letting out some moans of his in between. “God, you feel so good, Mitsuru! This is the cunt I’ve been wanting to taste!”

While he is enjoying his pleasure, he cannot help but take another look at his scripted slave, who is still burying her face on the mattress. However, the moans that come out from her gagged mouth are still very audible. He cannot just let it slide like this; he cannot just let her hide her face for good. He needs to see her face; he needs to see the excited expression on her profile, aroused from all the delight her new master is giving her.

“Hey, don’t you dare hide your face from me!” Makoto loudly grunted at her, “Let me see that pretty face of YOURS!”

Makoto then grabs the bondage and pulls up, lifting the upper half of her body in the process, earning an extra yelp from her. When her face is finally revealed in broad daylight, reflected in the mirror opposite them, he is stunned because of such a sight he is seeing: her entire face is pinkish red from the blushes, her eyes are fluttered open, and her mouth is drooling all over it, even coating her saliva on the silicone ball gag. Seeing her indecent expression clear as day in the mirror, she just wants to look away, but what else she can do when she is being held in such a position?

Mitsuru then takes a glance at “Master Minato” from her shoulder. As her ruby eyes met his sapphire ones, Makoto could tell that those were not her begging gazes, pleading to stop their act. Those are not even close to her usual loving gazes, which he usually gets caught in when they are together when they have their normal sex.

Those are the gazes of submission, submitting herself to the overwhelming pleasure, and submitting her body to her new master. She is hungry for his cock, and she is begging for more. Seeing those eyes, Makoto’s gasping mouth curves into a grin, seemingly lost himself in his villainous character, as well, whilst he is so turned on by this sight.

“… If you look at me like that, how the fuck can I be gentle NOW!?”

Makoto then quickens his pace and thrusts his hardened cock into her folds like a full-power piston, while pulling the bondage forcefully to the back, lifting half of her body even more. Her moaning is like a sweet melody to his ears, the sounds of his balls slapping her crotch are like the adlibs come along, while the sight of her boobs jiggling after every push is like the cherries on top, fueling his fire more. He just wants to mess her up, turning her into his personal corporate slave.

Meanwhile, Mitsuru is witnessing such a vulgar scene in the mirror that she happens to be the main character. Her ass is in the air, being pegged from behind by her “master”. The satisfaction is so strong that her head goes numb, she cannot even tell which is the reality. The man that is fucking her from behind has the same hairstyle and hair color as her boyfriend, and the same body physique as him, but his name is different, though. Is he actually her boyfriend, or somebody else?

… At this point, she does not even care anymore.

Their bedroom is just filled with the noises of moaning, grunting, and squealing, easy to terrify anyone should they dare to get inside. They are fucking like wild animals, rocking their bed so violently it might collapse at any time, letting their primal instincts take over. They do not even remember or care about this role-play anymore. Right now, they just want to bask in the sultry pleasure, the dominant love that only masters can provide their submissive slaves.

As minutes go by, soon they are reaching their limit point. Makoto feels her walls are closing in, once again tightening his cock that is buried deep inside her. He knows that within just a few more plunges, she will come at any moment.

“Hmghh… Hghmmhmm … HMGHGHHH!”

“You’re about to come!? Are you feeling that good!?” He asked her between his grunting, but having known her answer, he leaned forward and whispered to her ears, “Well, you’re now allowed to come. Shoot them out, babe.”

When Makoto gives one more drive into her core, having the allowance from her “master”, Mitsuru cannot hold herself anymore. Her head is drowned in pure ecstasy as she rides her orgasm as hard as she can, and this is probably the best climax she has ever had, since she shoots her streams of juice all over his shaft and all over the bed, dampening the fabric of the mattress in the process. Whilst her ejaculation is spraying like a fountain, she lets out some delighted moans with her eyes rolled to the back, releasing all she has been holding from the beginning.

Makoto also cannot hold it any longer. “Damn it, I’m also about to… Mitsuru!” He can only thrust in a few more times, before pulling his cock out of her womanhood and releasing his hold on her bondage. Aiming at her back, he starts stroking it forcefully whilst grunting and groaning, and it does not take much time until he rides his own orgasm, as well, spraying hot, white, thick ropes of semen onto hers, coating the bondage and her tied arms in pearl white.

He can swear that this is also the best climax he has ever had for such a long period.

When his pleasure is finally subdued, Makoto observes the aftermath around him. The bed is in the wrong position, the mattress is untidied and dampened with their wetness, and Mitsuru, although having lowered her ass, is still spasming from such sexual intercourse she got through, while her gagged mouth is gasping for air. Putting his hand on his hip, he sure has to clean up this battlefield they created at some point, but after all, it was worth it.

Still wanting to leave a little last impression of his character before he stops, Makoto leans forward to Mitsuru’s ears again, but this time, he grabs a good hold of her ponytail, slightly undone from all the pegging earlier, before pulling her closer to him. However, since her head is still half-conscious, she does not react much to it apart from eyeing back at him.

“Now, you listen to me loud and clear,” Makoto hissed, “you’re forever destined to be my slave for good! I’ll wipe out all your memories about that puny ass kid called “Makoto” of yours, and you can only think nothing but the cock and balls of your true master, “Minato Arisato”. As long as you behave and be obedient, I will reward you like this every time. You got that, my… corporate… bitch!?”

Without waiting for her answer, Makoto pushes her head back down, untying her ponytail in the process, letting her permed but messy hair fall. He then steps out of their bedroom, leaving behind Mitsuru, who is still recovering and comprehending what he just said earlier.

When he steps through the door frame, he cannot help but smile to himself, thinking about how successful their role-play has turned out.

Mitsuru is basking in the afterglow of such an experience she has been through. She is still lying flat on her stomach on the bed since she is too tired to move her sweating body. Her mouth is still having the ball gag occupying her jaws, and it is still dripping a little from her drooling. Her wrists are still in bondage, preventing her from freeing her hands. Meanwhile, on her back, Makoto’s now-semi-translucent spunk is still all over hers, creating a sultry smell and such a bizarre warmth that is heating hers. Not to mention her panties are still dangling on her legs.

She has lost a bit of sense of reality. Her mind is still replaying the moments from their act. It was such an intense play that she was amazed that she did not pass out. Even so, she is still half-conscious; she cannot tell if she is in her bedroom or some sort of secret sex chamber under the basement of some authoritative man.

Whilst Mitsuru is swimming in those thoughts, she heedlessly turns her head to the door, seeing Makoto stepping through it, now only in his boxers. He brings some sort of wet wipe box and a bottle of water inside, so she starts thinking that their play is not over and he is getting creative with the new trick she is once again yet to know about.

When Makoto sits on the edge of their bed, sitting next to her, she gazes upward with her pleading eyes, begging for him to stop because of how energy-drained she is, but also bracing for any more tricks coming from his sleeves.

“Wait, hold still,” However, the next thing that happens is not what she expected. Makoto takes out a piece of wet wipe from the box and cleans her back with it, wiping off the puddle of spunk that is still sticking to it. After that, he unties her wrists and removes the tie, freeing her arms in the process, before reaching his hands to the strap behind her head to unbuckle it, releasing the large ball gag from her mouth. Finally freed from it, she instantly flexes her aching jaws whilst groaning a little.

Makoto then flips Mitsuru over and offers his hand to her, which she weakly grabs. He then pulls her back up, helping her sit up from the bed, and hands her the bottle of water. Even so, Mitsuru thinks that is another of his tricks, to the point where she starts thinking that as soon as she touches her fingers on it, he will pull it away from her grasp.

“Please, Master Minato…” Mitsuru begged with her raspy voice, exhausted from all the moaning and screaming she had made, “Please… just give me some water…” she pleaded whilst reaching out her shaky hand to the bottle, which made Makoto chuckle a little.

“Mitsuru…” He called for her, but this time, the low, deep, menacing voice of “Minato” was gone, returning to his usual warm and caring tone.

“Y-Yes…?”

“The role-play is already over.”

“Oh…”

Realizing that and hearing his rascally chuckle, Mitsuru lowers her head to hide the flustered expression she is wearing on her face. Still seeing the bottle of water offered by Makoto, she awkwardly takes it and chugs it down her throat, not even caring about proper manners. Her throat is already so dry and hoarse that she is just desperate for something cool and fresh.

After finishing the bottle, or drinking up all it contains, Mitsuru still feels the fatigue from her body. She is so exhausted that she cannot sit still on the bed, so she just lets her body collapse freely onto the mattress again. However, she is not the only one tired, as Makoto’s muscles are still aching a little. Hence, he also joins her on the bed by collapsing his body onto it.

When Makoto shifts his body to Mitsuru, seeing the beauty of his girlfriend lying next to him, despite her sweaty mess, he cannot help but admire her perseverance and how much she went through for their play to go as smoothly as possible. Out of respect and love, he pulls her head closer to him, lets her snuggle with him, and strokes her scarlet hair tenderly. Feeling his affection toward her, Mitsuru lets out a soft smile, allowing herself to relax by his side.

“You know, it’s kind of unfair that you get to wear those boxers, while I’m still naked like this…” Mitsuru whispered, she was a little tired that she could not raise her voice loud enough.

“Well, your panties are still between your ankles, though. Want me to slide that up for you?”

Makoto asked, but instead of answering him, she just slid off her panties from one leg, leaving them hanging on her leg. She then lifts it and lifts her body a little, before grabbing the soaked underwear, still wet and having a tinging smell of her natural lube. Before he knows it, she stuffs it into a ball and playfully tosses it at his face, and Makoto just ends up chuckling because of the impact along with her.

“So… how was it? Was it good?” Mitsuru gazed up to his sapphire eyes and asked.

“Were you good?” Makoto repeated her question, before chuckling a little and leaning in to give her a tender kiss, “You were amazing! You surprised me in every way possible! That is the best sex we have ever had!”

Hearing his praise, Mitsuru just giggles along, while having a tint of blush on her face. When Makoto is stroking her hair, she runs her fingers on his toned torso, still admiring how improved his body physique is after so many years. If she had to be honest, she was in love with “Minato Arisato” even after all his assaults and punishments. But after all, she would prefer this character of “Makoto Yuki” more, the one who truly loves her, truly treats her with love and care, even though she just technically cheated on him for “Minato”.

While tendering her, Makoto also notices the red mark on her butt cheeks, which has still yet to fade away. Deep inside, he is kind of glad that Mitsuru is drained out of energy, or who knows how many submission holds he will be put in by now. Even so, he wants to at least ask her about it, taking account of how much he spanked her with his belt earlier. “So… how’s your butt going?” he asked concernedly.

“… My what?”

“How’s your ass going?”

“… Yeah, now you mention it—OWW!!!” Mitsuru lets out a long groan of pain as soon as she is reminded about the sore spot on her cheeks. She arches her body forward and rubs her hand on her butt in a desperate effort to ease her pain. “It still feels like sitting on a bunch of hot coal! Why the hell did you have to whip me that hard!?” she complained between her whining.

“I… got lost in the moment…?”

“’ Lost in the moment’ my ass! You seemed so fucking pumped about it!”

Makoto opens his mouth, intending to say something, but seeing her puckered lips and her glare shooting back at him, he just thinks it is best not to spit out any more reason. “Do you… want me to kiss it to ease the pain?” He offered in between her whining from rubbing the burning mark on her butt.

“So you can take the opportunity to lick my pussy? No sir, not right now.”

Having his request rejected, Makoto just feels dejected, as his smile turns into a frown in a matter of seconds. Meanwhile, seeing his sad face, even with how furious she is with the pain, Mitsuru sees it as amusing, so she just chuckles along because of that. Hearing those cheers him up a little bit, bringing his smile back to his face.

“Ok, question of the day…” Makoto began, “Do you… like it? I-I’m not talking about just the spanking; I’m speaking about the act as a whole.”

 “… I mean, it was interesting…” Mitsuru trailed off, “I like how you planned out the script for both of us, I like how you clearly had practiced for your character, or how you had prepared for all of this, I—”

“Short and sweet: you like it or not?”

“Yes, I love it!”

Realizing what she just blurted out, revealing her new kink, Mitsuru is so flustered that she averts his gaze, hiding the matching color of her face with her hair. Opposite to her reaction, Makoto is delighted to hear that, relieved that she enjoyed it as much as he is. He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her even closer, before cupping her face gently and lifting it, giving another tender kiss to her.

When they pull away, they all have loving smiles on their faces, but Mitsuru’s smile soon turns into a gaping one, when she softly moans because Makoto also gives a little squeeze to one of her boobs, feeling how soft and squishy her natural mound is. “Perv…” she playfully scolded him, and it did not seem like he even minded about it, judging from her giggle coming after.

“Do you want to do this again any time soon?” Makoto asked.

“Well… If we’re both in the mood, I guess we can try it again…” She answered, before leaning a bit closer to his ear, “… Besides, I can’t wait to meet “him” again,” she whispered teasingly, earning another nervous chuckle from him.

“Do you want to take the “S-role” next time?”

“Hmm… I’ll think about it,” Mitsuru answered, before snuggling her head closer to the crook of his neck and circling his chest with her finger, “but whatever it is, in the end, I might prefer you more…”

When they are snuggling, Mitsuru feels something hard touching her belly. She looks down and sees a bulge forming in Makoto’s boxers, begging to be released from the fabric. Amazed by how hard he is despite having gone through such a steamy role-play, her smile unconsciously curves into a smug, and she has to admit she is also getting a little excited seeing that. Returning the favor of him groping her tit, she sneaks her hand into his boxers and wraps her slender fingers on the semi-flaccid shaft, stroking him gently, extracting a grunt from him.

“Seems like this guy is already raring for another shot. How about you? Do you… want to go for another round? We still have some time left before mealtime…”

Mitsuru asked Makoto derisively, her soft but alluring voice hardened his dick a little more. He loves this side of her: despite being shown as a diligent woman in public, when she is at home and alone with him, she always knows when to be naughty and turn him on.

“… Just one more question,” Makoto managed to utter between his moans, raising her eyebrows. Her confusion is soon to be answered when he grabs the ball gag lying next to him and raises it in his palm, “Do you want this again?”

For anyone else, just once is probably enough. However, for Mitsuru, who just discovered her masochistic and submissive blood, she is already eager for more. As Mitsuru licks her lips playfully and happily opens her mouth, inviting that large ball gag to stuff her jaws, they both know that it is going to take them a long time to have normal sex again.