I Came to Protect Them But Now I Only Corrupt Them (R-21)

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In front of a dazzling neon-lit brothel, Momota stood for a long time.

"Soapland Nuki Nuki Gakuen"

(Really, in a place like this...)

He took one heavy step after another.

He got on the elevator and went to the designated floor.

The interior of the shop was lewd.

In front of the floor manager, Momota said in a trembling voice.

"Sa-Sara-san..."

He pointed to a familiar smile among the photos displayed on the wall.

Clad in a seductive costume, she bore no resemblance to her former miko attire.

Still, deep within her eyes, there was indeed a trace of Saya.

He was led to a private room.

The sound of the door opening, and her entering.

"Welcome..."

Her voice broke off.

Tsukishiro Saya—no, Sara—stood there, eyes wide open.

"Ta-Takejiro...kun"

Her voice trembled slightly.

But she quickly regained her business smile.

"It's been a long time... hasn't it?"

Momota sat in silence.

There was so much he wanted to say.

But every word caught in his throat and vanished.

Saya said nothing more either.

The heavy silence echoed.

(This is our reunion after 10 years.)

Where had their old promises gone?

The future they were supposed to walk towards, chasing their dreams.

The feelings imbued in his mother's memento brush.

"You're not asking anything."

It was Tsukishiro—no, Sara—who broke the silence.

Her voice no longer held its former purity.

"Who... told you?"

Her voice trembled.

But her eyes did not waver from Momota.

Momota's fists trembled.

There was so much he wanted to ask.

But the first word just wouldn't come out.

"Rokuro?"

Saya's voice continued.

"Sekine?"

Each name cut into Momota's heart like a knife.

"Yamazaki?"

At that name, Momota's body stiffened.

"Or... Sugimoto-senpai, perhaps?"

It seemed even Sugimoto-senpai, who had confessed to Saya in the past, had come.

Saya's voice took on a deeper shadow.

"Tsukagoshi-san? Or someone else?"

The name of the adult who was supposed to have protected them both.

Her voice as she uttered it was tinged with an unfathomable bitterness.

"Why..."

Finally, Momota's voice escaped.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

At that question, Saya gently closed her eyes.

As if the weight of ten years was concentrated in that single moment.

"I'll tell you... everything."

Tsukishiro's voice took on a resolute tone.

"Why I'm here."

And Tsukishiro slowly began her long story.

"At art university, I realized it immediately."

Tsukishiro's voice was quiet but heavy.

"That I... had no talent."

The way she reached for the glass showed none of the delicate touch she once had when holding a brush.

"Everyone was amazing. People with true talent were there."

A bitter laugh escaped her.

"Someone like me, I only had my mother's memento brush and Takejiro-kun's support..."

Momota gasped.

Did she know about the brush he had secretly put his strength into?

"But my pride got in the way."

Tsukishiro continued.

"A shrine maiden's daughter dropping out of art university and going home... I couldn't do it."

Outside the window, the rain intensified.

"I sent my father fake report cards. I worked multiple part-time jobs."

Her voice had a confessional tone.

"But I didn't have enough for art supplies or living expenses. I borrowed as much as I could in scholarships too..."

A moment of silence.

Tsukishiro let out a deep sigh.

"That's when I was scouted."

Her voice returned to a sultry tone.

"At first, I refused. But..."

Her voice began to tremble again.

"My debt kept increasing. I couldn't buy art supplies. I couldn't even paint."

Her voice was hoarse.

"I couldn't rely on my father, and I lost the courage to contact Takejiro-kun either."

A heavy pain spread through Momota's chest.

"By the time I realized it... I couldn't go back."

Tsukishiro's eyes gazed into emptiness.

"I could pay off my debts. I could send money to my father. But... in exchange..."

Her words trailed off.

A single tear fell from Saya's eye.

"Do you remember our promise of triumph?"

Suddenly, Tsukishiro looked at Momota.

"You know, at that time, I truly believed. That I would become a wonderful painter and return with my head held high."

At those words, Momota's heart tightened.

"But now..."

Tsukishiro's voice faded.

"I can never return to that shrine again..."

The rumors were spreading throughout the shopping district.

Of course, those rumors must have reached Tsukishiro's home too.

What kind of life his daughter was leading now.

"Last month, a letter came from my father."

Tsukishiro's voice took on a deeper shadow.

"'You are no longer my daughter.'"

Her fingers gripping the glass turned white.

"The shrine maiden's daughter, in a place like this..."

Momota listened in silence.

He knew the strict personality of the priest well.

"Isn't it funny?"

Tsukishiro's smile was tinged with deep resignation.

"Everyone in town comes, one after another. Like a relay."

She ran her hand through her hair and gave a bitter laugh.

In that gesture, there was no trace of her former dignified demeanor.

"Yamazaki's father, Yamazaki, Sekine, Sugimoto-senpai, Tsukagoshi-san... even Mr. Dojima and my junior Iijima-kun."

She listed the names one by one.

"People I've known since long ago come here to hold me like this."

The spring rain intensified its drumming against the window.

"You..."

Tsukishiro's voice trembled.

"I absolutely never wanted you to know."

At those words, Momota's heart pounded.

"So, I told everyone, 'Keep it a secret from Takejiro-kun'..."

She gave a bitter smile.

"But it seems it backfired. You see, when it comes to Takejiro-kun... only then..."

Her voice was hoarse.

"I wanted to remain the Tsukishiro Saya of that time, until the very end."

At that confession, Momota was speechless.

The person before him was no longer the pure girl from high school.

But something lingering faintly in the depths of her eyes carved even deeper into his heart.

Outside the window, the spring rain continued to fall even harder.

As if deepening the profound chasm that lay between them.

"Tonight... is special."

Tsukishiro's voice returned to its usual business tone.

It was completely different from her former pure voice.

Saya undressed.

"Bewitching beauty" would be the most fitting description.

Her face, as always, was like a painting meticulously crafted by a skilled artist.

Perfectly sculpted beauty.

High cheekbones, sharp eyebrows, and deep, captivating black eyes emphasized by jet-black eyelashes.

Her eyes, sometimes sweet, sometimes cold, held a mysterious charm that swayed the hearts of those who gazed upon them.

Her nose bridge was high, and her lips were plump, colored like ripe fruit.

Her lips were slightly parted, as if speaking.

Her skin was as beautiful and smooth as white porcelain.

As if it were flawless, perfect skin.

It must have been the result of diligent daily care.

However, its beauty was not artificial; it was a genuine beauty, backed by natural allure.

While her former appearance symbolized her dignity and confident demeanor, now she exposed everything with a seductive, well-lit skin.

Her lustrous hair shone like obsidian, beautifully adorning her neckline.

It was carefully combed and neatly arranged.

A slender, perfectly proportioned figure.

Her breasts were ample, yet her waist was trim.

Momota sat with his eyes downcast.

He couldn't accept the reality unfolding before him.

(This shouldn't be happening...)

His high school memories crumbled one by one.

The girl who painted in the art room.

Her clad in miko attire at the shrine.

Everything felt like it was losing its meaning.

"How...?"

Tsukishiro's voice had a somewhat hollow ring to it.

Within Momota's heart, the last vestiges of something definitively collapsed.

His former pure feelings transformed into a deep darkness.

"Tonight, I'm all yours..."

Tsukishiro's voice echoed with a hollow quality.

As if it were a line she had spoken countless times before.

Momota felt each word pierce his chest.

The person before him was no longer the pure girl from high school.

The skillful technique of a professional hostess obscured her former innocence.

(Like this... with everyone...?)

His thoughts swirled.

Yamazaki. Sekine. Tsukagoshi.

His former classmates.

Men from the shopping district, old enough to be his father.

"You do this... with everyone, right? I saw the videos."

He realized the words had already escaped his lips.

A question that shouldn't be asked.

An answer he didn't want to hear.

Saya's hand paused for a moment.

A deep shadow fell across her eyes.

"As I thought..."

Tsukishiro's voice trembled slightly.

"It would have been better if Takejiro-kun never knew."

"No more pretenses."

Momota's voice resonated low.

The light in the private room eerily illuminated his eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses.

(I want to know her true feelings...)

Ten years of feelings.

The reason for the broken letters.

The real reason she gave up on her dream.

The true reason she was in this place.

Momota slowly touched his glasses.

A power he had sworn never to use on others.

He was about to break that taboo now.

"Takejiro-kun...?"

A faint unease mixed in Tsukishiro's voice.

At that moment, Momota's eyes glowed red.

Through his glasses, a strange power flowed into Tsukishiro.

"You..."

Momota's voice sounded like someone else's.

"You won't be able to lie about what you're thinking."

Tsukishiro's eyes suddenly became vacant.

"Tell me everything you're feeling right now."

"All of your true thoughts."

Those words became the key that opened the door to an irreversible darkness.

(Please forgive me.)

A faint regret blossomed in Momota's heart.

(But this is the only way.)

It was the abuse of his power—the first step.

Saya's eyes, controlled by his ability, glowed ominously.

A different smile began to form on her lips.

"Yes, I'll tell you the truth."

Her voice had completely lost its former purity.

"This job is the best! It feels good and it makes money!"

She gave a seductive smile.

"Money, men, pleasure... I get it all."

Momota's body froze.

"What is there to be ashamed of?"

Tsukishiro's voice rose.

"I'm probably the richest among my classmates, you know?"

Her voice was mocking.

"Unlike you all, working diligently every day..."

Her gaze was scornful.

"That kind of life can't compare."

This was no longer the Tsukishiro Momota knew.

The girl who painted in the art room.

The one who cherished her mother's memento brush.

Everything crumbled before his eyes with a resounding crash.

"My father's expectations? The dream of being a painter?"

Tsukishiro laughed mockingly.

"That's all worthless. I don't need any of that now."

Each of her words cut into Momota's heart like a knife.

"Oh, but how pitiful. Only you were different."

Suddenly, Tsukishiro's voice became gentle.

"Pure Takejiro-kun. My 'last purity'."

Momota's fingers gripped his glasses tightly.

The truth that his own ability had brought out.

A reality too cruel.

"I understand now. Stop telling me the truth. Just give me your usual service, Saya. Add the simulated rape option."

"Eh?"

To Saya's momentarily surprised expression, Momota stated again.

"Add the simulated rape option."

"Yes... Thank you for adding the option. Please, customer, violate me to your heart's content."

Momota pushed Saya down and, without foreplay, thrust his already fully erect penis into Saya's pussy.

"Nooo!! Stop it!!"

Was it acting? Was it part of the play? Saya's screams echoed.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust

Momota's rough piston movements, as if unleashing his anger.

"Ahhh!! Stop it!! Don't move!!"

"Shut up!! This is acting, isn't it? Isn't this what you wanted?!"

"No... I'm... not..."

"What's not true?! You offered yourself, didn't you?! You said 'violate me to your heart's content'!"

"No... I didn't mean it like that..."

"Huh? What mouth are you spitting such lines with?!"

"Ahhhhhh!!"

Momota ignored Saya's screams and continued his piston movements.

"Ahhh!! Stop it!! Please forgive me!!"

Gush, gush, gush, gush

Saya herself moved her hips wildly, gushing copious amounts of fluid.

"Hmph!! I won't stop until you stop acting!!"

"Ahhh!! I'm sorry!! I won't do it again!! Please help me!!"

"What do you mean 'won't do it again'? You've repeated the same thing with countless customers until now, haven't you?!"

"Nooo!! I'm really sorry!! Please stop!!"

Saya pleaded, snot and drool dripping from her face.

"Hmph!! What a dirty face!! You won't be forgiven with an apology like that!!"

Momota ravaged Saya even more fiercely.

"Ahhhhh!! Stop it!! Nooo!! Ohhhhhhh!"

Gush, gush, gush, gush

"Hey! You're thrusting your hips yourself and cumming like crazy, aren't you! Your rape acting is too good! What's wrong? Make more noise!"

"Nooo!! Help me!!"

"You damn actress!!"

"I'm sorry!! I'm really sorry!! I won't do it again!!"

"I won't forgive you. From now on, you're my sex toy. Understood?"

"Y-yes..."

"That's right. Your clitoris is big, so from now on, I'll specially add clitoral play as a service too."

"Ahhh!! N-no, I don't want that!!"

"It's useless to resist. You're destined to be made to cum many times by my dick."

Momota roughly rubbed Saya's clitoris while continuing his vigorous hip movements.

Grind, grind, grind, grind!! Squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish, squish

"Ahh! Nooo!! Stop it!! Someone help me!! Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!"

Gush, gush, gush, gush

Saya's eyes rolled back as she convulsed violently, leaking copious amounts of love fluids.

"Shut up. To resist a customer, you're truly a hopeless woman."

"I'm sorryyy!! I'll never resist againnn!!"

"I'm coming the first time!!"

"Nooo!! Don't cum inside!!"

"As you wish, I'll cum inside!! Take it!!"

"Nooo!! Don't!!"

Momota shook Saya's body while continuing his furious piston movements.

"Ahhh!! I can't take it anymore!! I'm coming!!"

Gush, gush, gush, gush

Saya climaxed.

At the same time, Momota ejaculated inside Saya.

Splurt, splurt, splurt, splurt, splurt, splurt

"Ahhh!! It's coming out!! I'm gonna get pregnant!!"

"Hmph, that's fine. Now, I'll rape you in your ass pussy."

"Hmph! No, not that! T-that's my first time there..."

"I don't care. I've seen videos of you cumming like crazy from your ass hole! Take my dick too!"

Momota lifted Saya's ass high and thrust his penis all the way in with one swift motion.

Squishhhhhh!!!

"Ahhhhhhh!! It hurts!! It hurts!!"

Gush, gush, gush

"Bear with it. For a woman like you, it feels better when I thrust in hard enough to hurt."

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust

"Ahhh!! I'm sorryyy!! Please forgive me!! Ahhh, ohhh, ohhh!!"

Gush, gush, gush, gush

"Hmph, your intestinal wall is writhing! It's obvious you're cumming like crazy! Apologizing won't change anything. You're my sex toy."

"Ahhh!! I don't want this anymore!! Kill me!!"

"Hmph, if you want to die, do as you please. Even on graduation day! Even after we watched the sunset at the shrine! On the days you cried and the days you rejoiced! You were cumming like crazy with your pussy every single day, weren't you?! So, I won't let you die until I'm bored with you!"

"Ahhh!! I'm sorrrry! I'm sorry for my youth being only about masturbation! Help me! Someone!"

Gush, gush

"Shut up. It's the truth, isn't it?! You betrayed my youth! My pure love! In a terrible way!"

Thump, squish, squish, thump, squish, squish, thump, squish, squish

"Hmph! I'm sorrrry! I've always hidden that I'm such a lewd and perverted woman! Ohhhh!"

"It's good that you understand. Now, I'll play with your huge clitoris even more."

"Ahhh!! D-don't do that..."

Squeak... squeak...

Takejiro gently began to knead Saya's large clitoris.

"Ahhh... T-that's... Hmph..."

"See? It feels good, doesn't it? To think you've been playing with it since elementary school. I didn't know. Feel more."

Squeak... squeak... grind, grind, grind, grind, grind

Takejiro gripped it tightly and scraped the surface of the clitoris with his fingertips.

"Hmph... Please stop... It feels too good..."

"Hmph. You're really a perverted woman. To enjoy being played with like this. I'm disappointed. With such a huge clitoris and breasts, you were doing nothing but lewd things! Were you masturbating every day at the shrine?!"

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap

Takejiro flicked Saya's clitoris with all his might.

"Ahhhhh!! I'm cumming!!"

Gushhhhhh

Saya climaxed again.

"It's okay. You're destined to feel good from my dick! Even then! Even then! Even that day! Even that day! You were playing with this clitoris, weren't you?!"

Grind, grind, grind, grind, thump, squish, thump, squish

Saya's ass flesh rippled wildly.

"Ahhh!! I'm sorrrry! I knew it! I knew it! N-not there! Don't pull so hard, ohhhhhh!"

Gush, gush

"Shut up. You were masturbating every day by yourself, weren't you? It's okay. Here, look."

"Hmph! D-don't pull it like that!"

Saya's clitoris was pulled by his fingers, subjected to merciless piston movements.

"Ahhhhh!! Stop it!! Help me!!"

"Shut up. Be quiet. No one wants to hear the voice of an ugly woman like you. Come on, feel it. Make more noise."

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump

"Ahhhhh!! Nooo!! Ohhhhhhh!"

Saya's whole body convulsed.

"Ah! Just like in the video! You've really fallen completely! The Tsukishiro Saya I knew is no longer in this world!"

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump

"Ahhh!! It feels good... I can't take it anymore!... I'm going to die!!"

Saya's ass pussy convulsed more intensely.

His penis thrust deeply, and Saya's body bounced.

"Ahhhhhhh!! I'm cumming!! I'm gonna cum!!"

"Oh, you're cumming? Good, go ahead and cum with all your might."

Splurt, splurt, splurt, plop, plop, squish

Saya's body twitched.

"Hmph! Stop it! It came out!... My belly is hot!!!"

"Hmph, don't make a fuss just because you came. I told you it's just getting started."

"Ahhh!! I don't want this anymore!! Please help me!!"

"What are you saying? Next time, I'll make you feel even better."

"Hmph! I'm sorryyy..."

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump

His penis was pushed into Saya's anal hole again.

"Ahhh!! I can't take it anymore!! Please! Please forgive me!!"

"No matter how many times you say it, it's the same. You're mine."

"Hmph! I'm sorryyy..."

Squish, squish, squish, thump, thump

Saya's ass flesh rippled as if twitching.

"Ahhhhh!! I'm cumming!! I'm gonna cum!!"

"Oh, you're cumming again? Good, go ahead and cum with all your might."

Her body bounced again. This time, stronger and bigger than before.

Splurt, splurt, splurt, splurt, splurt, splurt

Another large amount of semen was released.

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, it feels too good, ahhh, ohhh, ohhh!!"

Saya's eyes widened, her head shaking violently, gushing copious amounts of fluid from her pussy, her eyes rolling back as she fainted.

At their final farewell, Momota touched his glasses.

His eyes glowed red, and that light drew Saya, who was still groggy from waking up after fainting, into a deep darkness.

"From now on, no matter what man's body odor you smell, you will be seized by uncontrollable sexual arousal. This is the life that suits you."

His voice was hoarse.

There was no longer a trace of the pure boy he once was.

"Suffer... forever."

Momota's words contained an irreversible curse.

His power flowed into Saya in the most cruel way.

The spring rain was still falling quietly.

As if it understood, more than anyone else, that Momota's revenge was only the beginning of an irreversible tragedy.

Momota placed Saya under a powerful hypnosis.

It was a curse that would forever shackle her life.

From now on, Saya would be seized by uncontrollable sexual arousal whenever she smelled any man's body odor.

An intense pleasure so strong that it would be difficult for her to lead a normal life.

Momota gazed at Saya's face as if to confirm the effect of the terrifying curse.

Her face already showed a mixture of ecstasy and terror.

An uncontrollable sigh escaped her slightly parted lips.

Momota watched her with a cruel smile.

Saya vaguely watched Momota disappear into the night city after leaving the shop.

Her consciousness was already far removed from reality.

Her body had fallen into an uncontrollable state, driven to climax by just the scent of a man.

It was the beginning of an eternal, hellish existence for her.

Momota walked away without looking back, disappearing into the bustling city.

A satisfied smile played on his lips.

He had completely destroyed Saya's life.

And he coldly stated that this destroyed life was the life she deserved.

It was driven by his twisted sense of justice.

Or perhaps, it was simply a cruel pleasure.