Morning sunlight filtered softly through the shoji paper, casting a faint glow across the Japanese-style room.
It was morning already.
On the futon laid out on the tatami floor, I was taking Grayfia from behind, thrusting into her while letting out a long yawn. My hips pressed tight against her ass as I began to climax yet again.
Bubyu—, byuru—, dobuyu—, dokku, dokku, dopu, dopoo—.
Fresh semen pumped deep into the womb already drenched and drowned in countless loads.
"That makes… what, fifty times now?"
I reached for the black marker I had placed at the edge of the futon earlier. Removing the cap, I held the tip toward Grayfia's raised ass.
Her pale, perfect skin was already covered with the repeated tally of the kanji "正" — marking each vaginal ejaculation. This newest load completed the fifth character, the strokes forming the tenth tally.
Looking over it again, I thought I should have written them larger.
There was still plenty of blank space left on her ass.
Since I had the marker anyway, I began drawing the crest of the Phenex family in one of the empty areas.
I freely wrote and doodled across Grayfia's ass like it was a canvas — and she didn't react at all.
Her face was buried in the pillow, her knees on the futon, hips raised obediently.
At some point, she had lost consciousness and simply become my toy.
Her yukata had come undone, her body slick with semen, drool, sweat — and on top of that, obscene words and symbols painted across her white skin.
The sight was incredible.
I snapped several photos, adding them to the secret "Grayfia Album" I'd been building up.
"Fuu…"
Even after my ejaculation tapered off, I did not pull out.
I enjoyed the fading pulse of climax, my cock plugging her cervix like a stopper sealing a semen-filled bag.
"Hurry up and get pregnant."
I thrust upward into her womb entrance — dosu, dosu — knocking my glans against her cervix.
My cock regained full size almost instantly.
"…Just one more time…"
I'd repeated that phrase who knows how many times.
Grabbing Grayfia's hips, I stirred her insides with my cock, as if swirling the semen inside her, urging it to circulate.
My thoughts burned with the desire that my seed and her body would bind to create a child.
Then suddenly — I realized my clone had gone quiet.
The clone I'd sent to where Rias and the others were staying…
It had already toyed with Asia and Koneko.
Their sensations and sights had been shared with me earlier — but right now, there was nothing.
It must have paused its activity temporarily.
It would resume soon enough.
What would it do next? If it were me — no, since it is me — then…
Just as I wondered, another scene flooded my mind — visions from the clone's perspective.
It had resumed its actions.
Inside Koneko's Mind
How does it feel?
Riser's voice echoed inside her head.
Koneko trembled involuntarily at the sound — a voice that almost made her want to prostrate herself immediately.
"…It feels… like it fits my body now…"
The moment her hand touched her crotch, she felt it — a monstrous organ that did not belong on a girl's body.
A man's symbol — grossly oversized, veiny, heavy — attached to her small frame.
Thick, red-black, pulsing, pointing upwards, flanked by a pair of heavy throbbing testicles.
It twitched eagerly in her hands, as if saying Hurry up. Make me cum.
"Riser-sama's… o-ochinpo-sama… on my body…"
With both hands, Koneko stroked her — no, his — cock.
Now she was an obscene futanari girl, equipped with a man's obscene organ.
Every stroke sent waves of pleasure into her, melting her expression.
Don't waste any shots,
Riser warned.
"Y-yes…"
Show me what you'll do with that cock and with my power.
Koneko's body produced a thick surge of arousal deep in her pussy.
She was being relied on.
She had to perform.
She had to please him.
Her mind, rewritten to adore Riser, held no suspicion.
She was ready to bare her fangs at her own comrades.
"Yes… Riser-sama…"
For the first time in her life, the normally expressionless Koneko smiled wickedly.
She touched her borrowed cock again, preparing to hide it. Wearing pants like this would be impossible otherwise.
She activated one of Riser's powers through the cock.
Instantly, the huge erection faded into a semi-transparent form.
It was still there — she could feel it in her hand — but to anyone else, it would be invisible and intangible.
Even wearing tight gym clothes, nothing snagged or bulged.
The sensation remained, but the form was concealed.
As expected of Riser-sama…
Awe bloomed in her chest.
She would entertain him.
She would play with the Gremory group.
She would please him through them.
Strengthened resolve in her eyes, she left the room.
Breakfast Time
In the living room, Issei and Yuuto sat facing one another, with textbooks spread out. Yuuto seemed to be tutoring the struggling Issei.
Meanwhile, the women were in the kitchen preparing breakfast.
"Good morning…"
Koneko greeted softly.
Everyone returned the greeting normally.
Koneko moved into the kitchen.
"Sorry for being late… I'll help…"
"Thank you, Koneko. Could you chop those vegetables?"
"Yes…"
She took the knife and began slicing quietly — while observing the others from the corner of her eye.
Rias and Akeno were the same as always — focused, graceful, and skilled as they cooked.
But Asia was… off.
She stirred the miso soup absentmindedly, staring blankly, her cheeks flushed, her mind clearly elsewhere.
Koneko knew why.
Asia had been thoroughly "cared for" by Riser first.
He'd said she climaxed over and over in the toilet.
The lingering effects were still clouding her mind.
"You okay… Asia-senpai…?"
"Eh— ah… K-Koneko-chan…"
Asia finally snapped back into awareness.
"S-sorry, I was spacing out… did you need something?"
"You've been stirring the soup nonstop."
"Ah—! S-sorry!"
Asia stopped and turned off the stove, flustered.
Koneko barely swallowed down the jealousy rising inside her chest.
"…Please rest… I'll handle the rest…"
"But—"
"Today just started… save your strength for training…"
"…You're right. Thank you, Koneko-chan…"
Asia bowed slightly and left the kitchen.
Rias and Akeno exchanged concerned glances.
Koneko kept chopping vegetables, thinking.
She had to toy with them.
She had to make Riser happy.
A simple rape would be too dull.
She had powers now. She should use them.
Her eyes drifted to the miso soup Asia had made — an ordinary egg-drop miso soup.
Warm steam.
A gentle smell.
But Koneko knew something far more fragrant.
Far more intoxicating.
Far more delicious.
And then — she had an idea.
Serve Asia's miso soup to the men.
All of it.
Then make a separate "soup" for the women.
"Hehe… another soup… and adjust the other dishes too…"
Her lips curled in a small, devilish smile.
Breakfast Begins
"Let's eat."
Everyone began eating.
The spread was luxurious — rice, grilled fish, rolled omelet, natto, tofu, salad, egg-drop miso soup.
A breakfast worthy of a traditional inn.
"Seriously, this is so good," Issei said through tears.
"Hehe, thank you. Have as much as you want," Rias replied fondly.
Koneko watched her "comrades" eat.
Yesterday, they were her precious friends.
But now…
Riser was more precious than all of them combined.
He was everything.
So she had altered their food.
The dishes for the women were almost identical to the men's — except for one thing:
The seasoning.
Rias tilted her head.
"…The flavor feels a little different today. I wonder why…"
"I prepared everything the same as usual…" Akeno murmured.
Still, they kept eating.
Yet every bite of food the women took —
every grain of rice, every piece of tofu, every slice of fish —
was coated in thick, sticky white semen.
Rice soaked in semen.
Fish drenched in semen.
Egg rolls smeared with semen.
Salad dressed with semen.
Natto mixed with semen.
Tofu splashed with semen.
And the steaming bowl of semen-soup.
And a glass filled with nothing but fresh semen.
Koneko had used Riser's cock — invisible to others — and "seasoned" all of it.
To Rias and Akeno, she looked like she was preparing breakfast properly.
They had no idea.
Rias drank her semen-filled cup.
Akeno sipped her warm semen-soup.
Their stomachs began to fill with the thick, potent fluid.
And then — the change began.
Faces flushed.
Breathing grew heavy.
Eyes glazed.
Asia, who ate the least but was already compromised, mirrored them entirely.
This was because Koneko had infused Riser's semen with aphrodisiac properties using his borrowed power.
The semen attacked their bodies from within.
They were floating —
dreamy —
like they were in heaven.
"A-ah…"
Koneko felt a jolt of pleasure run through her.
Her semi-transparent cock twitched violently, eager to release.
She downed her own cup of semen in a single gulp and, under the table, positioned an empty cup beneath the invisible glans.
And then—
Dobyu—!
Bubyu—!
Byurururur—!
Dobyu!
Byuru!
Dopoo—!
A perfectly measured volume filled the cup to the brim.
Koneko trembled, savoring the cloned Riser's orgasm.
She casually swapped Asia's empty cup with the full one — blatantly, right in front of everyone.
But no one noticed.
Not Rias.
Not Akeno.
Not Asia.
Not Issei or Yuuto.
"Hehe… nnh… ahh—…"
Not even trying to hide it anymore, Koneko stood up during breakfast and began stroking the invisible cock furiously.
She groped her small breasts through her clothes with one hand, servicing her cock with the other.
Her violent masturbation went unnoticed by everyone.
When she came, she angled the cock toward the pot on the table —
Dopu—! Dopoo—! Bochaa—! Bichacha—!
Load after load of semen shot into the pot.
"There's plenty more… drink it all…
If you leave any…
I won't forgive you…"
The pot overflowed with Riser's thick white seed, endlessly replenished.
The women kept drinking and eating, their bodies being filled and filled with semen.
And breakfast was far from over.
The breakfast continued in utter obliviousness.
The men happily ate their normal food.
The women, meanwhile, consumed Riser-grade semen in every bite and sip — and their bodies responded accordingly.
Rias's lips trembled.
Akeno's breathing hitched.
Asia's cheeks flushed deeper, her eyes unfocused.
The aphrodisiac-laden semen circulated through their bloodstreams, burning slowly from within.
Their thighs pressed together under the table.
Their chests rose and fell with shallow breaths.
They didn't know why.
They didn't notice anything.
They simply kept eating and drinking, as if it were normal.
Koneko watched everything with a sweet, corrupted satisfaction.
A small, wicked smile curled on her lips.
**Because Riser was pleased.
Because this would please him even more.**
Her tail subtly flicked.
Her invisible cock pulsed again, hungry for another release.
She stroked it absentailly under the table, her motions unseen and unnoticed, her mind hazy with devotion.
The pot in the center of the table, once filled with innocent miso soup, was now a swirling, cloudy-white stew of thick semen.
And every time the level began to drop, Koneko serviced herself again—
Dopuu—!
Byuru—!
Dopooo—!
—and the pot filled right back up.
The women didn't hesitate to ladle it into their bowls, drinking it like the finest broth imaginable.
None of them could recognize what they were tasting.
None of them thought to question the obscene scent that should have been unmistakable.
Koneko's power warped their perceptions completely.
**They consumed load after load.
Cup after cup.
Bowl after bowl.**
Their bodies grew hotter.
Their legs squeezed shut.
Their faces flushed red enough to steam.
Even Asia, normally the picture of innocence, tipped her head back and drank a full glass of thick semen with slow, trembling swallows as if savoring a delicacy.
Rias dabbed at her lips with a napkin, unaware of the white streak smeared across her cheek.
Akeno giggled softly for no reason, pupils dilated in a dreamy, intoxicated high.
Yuuto noticed they seemed odd, but brushed it off as morning grogginess.
Issei was too busy crying over the good food to see anything.
Only Koneko understood what she was seeing.
Only she saw what she had created.
**A room full of corrupted, bliss-drunk women
unknowingly devouring Riser's endless seed.**
And she felt proud.
Proud of serving Riser.
Proud of preparing such a gift for him.
Proud of being used as his instrument.
Her invisible cock throbbed again.
She gripped it, unable to resist.
Her hips trembled with every stroke.
Her breath quivered.
The women lifted their bowls in unison.
"It's… really good…" Rias said softly, voice warm and hazy, almost drunk.
Akeno nodded dreamily.
Asia shivered with a small, involuntary gasp.
Koneko whispered under her breath, low and trembling with devotion:
"…Drink it all…
Every drop…
Riser-sama's…
Please take it all inside you…"
No one heard her.
No one could.
She stroked faster.
Her toes curled.
Byu—… byu—… byurururu—!!
Hot semen sprayed again, splashing noiselessly into the pot.
Koneko bit her lip to stifle her moan, her eyes half-lidded and feverish.
She groped her small chest with her free hand, squeezing through her clothes, rubbing herself to heighten the pleasure while she watched them consume yet another tainted dish.
**She had become the quiet conductor
of an obscene, unholy breakfast.**
A breakfast that would fill every woman at the table
with Riser's essence,
Riser's scent,
Riser's heat,
Riser's power.
Her body trembled again in bliss.
There was no turning back.
And breakfast…
was far from over.