She couldn't understand!
Couldn't understand why her perfect, respected sister... had become like this.
"Why?"
Haruno wiped away every trace of her smile.
"Because, this is the 'Master's' command, my adorable little sister."
"He wanted to see your cold, proud self crushed bit by bit, and I... wanted to see it too."
"Oh, that's right, there's one more thing. A secret you probably still don't know about."
Haruno's voice grew softer, but more venomous, like arsenic wrapped in honey.
"The women of our Yukinoshita family all carry the Snow Woman Bloodline in our veins."
"This bloodline makes our bodies immune to the cold and our skin whiter than snow, but it also makes our bodies a hundred times more sensitive than ordinary women, and our desires a hundred times stronger."
"If we don't have a man strong enough to 'channel' it for us regularly, sooner or later our own desire will burn us into madness."
"And so, my foolish little sister..."
Haruno extended her tongue and lightly licked Yukino's cold earlobe, then spoke slowly, her voice full of pity.
"I'm both carrying out the orders of my beloved Master, and 'saving' you. You should... thank me, shouldn't you?"
In that instant, Yukino's entire world collapsed.
Her pupils lost focus completely, leaving only deathlike stillness in her eyes.
Her brain stopped thinking.
And under that ultimate shock...
Inside her body, the ancient demonic box that had slept for seventeen years...
Was forced open!
A wild, scorching torrent of heat erupted from deep within her body without warning.
The torrent surged like an awakened primordial dragon, tearing down the dam of Yukino's reason with unstoppable force.
"Ah..."
A moan filled with pain and desire escaped Yukino's throat.
Her body became blazing hot in an instant, her pale skin flushing a strange pink at a visible rate.
Her breath came fast and burning, every exhale seeming as if it might ignite the air around her.
In her hollow eyes, the lifeless black was being invaded and devoured by a far more primal desire.
Shame? Dignity? Reason?
In this moment, none of it mattered anymore.
In her entire world, only one thought remained.
A man!
She needed a man.
She needed a man strong enough!
And the image of that man was crystal clear in her mind.
Seiji Fujiwara!
It was him! Only him!
Yukino lurched up from the chair, her delicate body erupting with strength she had never known.
She shoved the heavy dining table aside, sending the expensive bottles and dinnerware crashing to the floor with a piercing shatter.
But she didn't care.
She stumbled out of the dining hall, charging toward Seiji Fujiwara's room.
With a slam, her petite body crashed straight through the heavy bedroom door.
Seiji, who had been leisurely watching the news in his room, looked up and saw the girl in the doorway with her burning eyes and feverish skin, and a knowing, amused smile spread across his face.
The delicious "fruit"... had ripened.
When Yukino saw Seiji, the last string of "reason" in her desire-flooded mind snapped clean through.
She lunged at the man!
Tearing actively at Seiji's clothes.
...
...
On the other side of the city, in Shizuka Hiratsuka's apartment.
Shizuka Hiratsuka stared at the encrypted message on her phone from Haruno Yukinoshita, her entire worldview shaken to its foundations.
[The plan succeeded.]
She glanced again at the ancient text on the "Snow Woman Bloodline" beside her.
It recorded the Yukinoshita women's cursed constitution, and the only method of "salvation"...
Science? Mysticism?
Shizuka realized that her worldview, in the face of an event that defied common sense, had become so pale and powerless.
...
...
Inside the bedroom.
The once cold and proud Yukino had pinned Seiji Fujiwara down.
There was not the slightest hint of panic on Seiji's face.
He even had the leisure to savor it.
The girl's burning skin. Her ragged breath. Her shirt half-torn off her shoulders, the buttons scattered across the carpet. Her hair, usually tied so neatly, fanned wild around her flushed face.
She was already grinding her hips down against his groin through the fabric of his trousers. Mindless. Driven by something older than her own will.
Of course, fun was fun, but business still had to be handled.
"Done acting up?"
Seiji spoke abruptly, his voice low. The two words cut through her bloodline-fevered haze and dragged her back into a single moment of clarity.
"Now, it's my turn."
He flipped her.
In one motion her back was on the carpet and he was over her. The shift in weight made her gasp. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand and used the other to tear what was left of her shirt down the middle.
Her tits, pale as snow, marked pink at the nipples by the bloodline heat under her skin, were exposed to him.
Yukino's lower lip was already bleeding from how hard she had bitten it. She was panting, eyes glassy, body trembling with a need that no longer obeyed her at all.
"Please..."
The word came out of her own mouth, and she heard it, and a flicker of horror crossed her face. The Yukino who had been the proudest girl in Sobu High did not say "please" to anyone.
But the bloodline did not care.
"P-please... Fujiwara-sensei..."
"Please what."
"...Please... use me..."
He smiled.
He did not waste any more time. He yanked her skirt up, pulled her stockings and panties off her legs in one sweep, and pushed in.
Her back arched off the carpet. Her pussy was already wet, already swollen, her body had been getting ready from the second the bloodline detonated. He sank into her in a single thrust, fully buried.
A sound came out of her throat that was unlike any sound she had ever made. Half cry, half moan, threaded with something almost like a sob of relief, as though something inside her had been waiting for this and had finally been given it.
He started fucking her.
Hard from the first thrust. The bloodline did not need to be coaxed. It needed to be exhausted. Beaten back into its cage.
The sound of his hips hitting hers filled the room. Her tits bouncing under his weight. Her hands twisted under his grip above her head. Her thighs spread wide on either side of his hips, trembling, already lifting up to meet him.
"Whose."
"Y-yours, sensei..."
"Louder."
"Yours!"
Her voice broke. The proud, controlled voice she had honed for seventeen years cracked open, and what came out was a girl in heat, finally being given what her body had spent every night demanding.
He fucked her through the first orgasm. It hit her in less than two minutes. Her pussy clenched around him hard enough that he had to grit his teeth. Her thighs locked around his waist. Her eyes rolled back. A long, drawn-out cry tore out of her throat.
He did not stop.
The bloodline was still burning. He could feel it under her skin, the unnatural heat of her body against his. He had to keep going. He had to drive it back down.
He pulled out, flipped her over, hauled her up onto her knees and pushed her face into the carpet. Slid back into her from behind.
Her ass was raised. Her hands clawed at the carpet. Her cheek pressed to the floor.
He fucked her harder. The proud Yukinoshita heir on her knees with her face on the carpet, taking him from behind, her pussy gushing wet around him with every thrust, her voice broken into one continuous high whimper that she could not stop.
She came again. And again. Her thighs gave out twice. He held her up by the hips and kept going.
The bloodline started to recede. He could feel her skin cooling, the unnatural heat draining out of her into the slick of sweat between her shoulder blades.
He drove deep one last time and emptied into her.
She came one final time around him. Her whole body shook. Then her thighs gave out completely. She slumped forward onto the carpet, breath ragged, body twitching.
He pulled out slow. Cum spilled out of her pussy onto the inside of her thighs, onto the carpet, onto her bunched stockings.
Yukino did not move. Her eyes were half-open. Glassy. The bloodline-pink under her skin had faded back to her usual pale.
"There," Seiji said softly. "Better?"
She did not answer.
How much time passed, no one knew.
Yukino had completely lost consciousness.
The "Snow Woman Bloodline" within her, with Seiji's help, had been soothed back into quiet.
The girl now lay curled in the man's arms like a kitten that had spent every last drop of energy, sunk into deep sleep.
Her face had recovered its snowy paleness, but the cold reserve that usually marked her brow had softened, replaced with a faint... attachment to the scent of the man beside her.
Seiji looked at the silent "trophy" in his arms, a satisfied smile on his face.
In her mind, he had thoroughly destroyed her.
In her body, he had likewise completed the deepest "conquest" of her bloodline.
From now on, her body and her bloodline would instinctively, hopelessly crave his "watering."
He would become the only "antidote" in Yukino's life.
Seiji picked up his phone and dialed Haruno Yukinoshita again.
Haruno's eager, fawning voice came through.
"Master... did everything go smoothly?"
"Very smoothly," Seiji said lightly. "But her mental state is still unstable. I need an environment to wipe out her last lingering resistance."
He paused, then said:
"Bring her to the 'basement'."
"I want her to forget who she is, completely."
"Yes, Master."
Haruno Yukinoshita, who had been waiting silently outside the door, pushed it open without a sound.
She lifted the soft, unresponsive body in her arms.
The instant her fingers touched her sister's cold skin, Haruno's heart constricted for no reason she could name, but the perfect smile stayed on her face.
The Fujiwara family's "basement", she had heard of it long ago.
It wasn't a dim dungeon. It was Seiji Fujiwara's twisted little hobby.
In there, every environmental factor could be artificially controlled: light, sound, temperature, humidity, scent...
The elevator descended smoothly and silently for nearly a hundred meters before stopping in front of a half-meter-thick door, forged from special memory alloy and gleaming with cold metallic light.
Facial recognition, iris scan, triple voiceprint cross-verification, palm vein liveness authentication...
After a string of security procedures so meticulous as to border on excessive, the heavy alloy door slid open without a sound.
Beyond the door lay a pure white world that struck the heart with unease.
The walls, the floor, the ceiling, everything within sight was a pure white that produced no reflection. The air was filled with a precisely filtered, absolutely pure, scentless quality.
In the entire vast space, there was only a single equally pure-white, ergonomically designed lounge chair.
"Master, everything is ready," Haruno said gently, placing Yukino on the chair as carefully as she would handle a precious piece of porcelain, and fastening several soft restraint straps over her.
Seiji walked in slowly.
As he entered, the heavy alloy door slid shut behind him with a soft click.
That faint sound was like a boundary stone marking the absolute separation of the old world from the new.
"You may leave now," Seiji said to Haruno.
"Yes." Haruno bowed respectfully and withdrew into the observation room on the other side.
Between the observation room and the pure-white space stood a massive one-way mirror, through which everything inside could be seen with perfect clarity.
Inside the white space, only Seiji Fujiwara remained, along with Yukino Yukinoshita, who lay on the chair like a sleeping beauty awaiting her awakening.
Seiji didn't begin immediately.
He circled the chair, admiring his "half-finished work" with great interest.
The Yukino of this moment displayed a beauty so pure it was suffocating.
It was a static beauty that transcended worldly aesthetics, like the perfect statues of ancient Greece.
"Truly perfect, Yukino," Seiji murmured.
He walked to the control panel on the wall and lightly tapped the touchscreen.
A subsonic wave at a frequency almost beyond human hearing swept through the entire space.
Absolute, pure darkness, like congealed crude oil, instantly drowned everything.
Then came the sound, or rather, the absence of it.
Even the faint sound of air currents was canceled out.
Then the temperature, fixed at an absolute neutral point where the skin could feel neither warmth nor cold.
Finally, even the pure air itself seemed to stop moving.
Sight, hearing, touch, smell, the sense of temperature... every faculty by which humans perceive the world was stripped away in that instant.
Yukino, lying on the chair, felt as though she had been cast into the depths of an absolute void.
There was no up or down, no left or right, no time, no space.
She could not feel her own body, could not hear her own heartbeat, could not see anything at all.
Her last spark of consciousness, like a faint ember about to be extinguished in a storm, drifted in this absolute nothingness.
Fear sprouted instinctively from the deepest part of her consciousness, an invisible great hand that seized hold of that flickering soul-spark and squeezed.
She began to tremble, but she couldn't feel it.
She wanted to scream, but she could neither produce nor hear any sound.
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