Day 6 – Tuesday, April 2 – The Uniform
6:03 a.m.
I wake to the feeling of a small, warm mouth already wrapped around the head of my cock.
Aoi is between my legs, still naked, hair tousled from sleep, eyes half-lidded and shining with pure need. She's been sucking softly for who knows how long (slow, lazy bobs of her head, tongue swirling under the ridge, cheeks hollowed). My sheets are soaked where her pussy has been grinding against them in her sleep.
I let her continue for twenty full minutes, just watching her worship me with that tiny mouth. Drool spills down my shaft, over my balls, pooling on the mattress. When I finally thread my fingers through her hair and push deeper, she gags sweetly, tears springing to her eyes, but never pulls away. She takes five inches now (better than yesterday), throat fluttering around me until I flood her mouth with the first load of the day. She swallows every drop, humming like it's warm honey, then licks me clean with soft kitten licks.
7:25 a.m.
I make her put on her university uniform for the first time since the arrow hit.
White blouse, navy pleated skirt that barely reaches mid-thigh, knee-high socks, no bra, no panties. The blouse is so thin her dark-pink nipples are completely visible. The skirt is short enough that when she bends even slightly the lower curve of her bare ass peeks out.
I sit on the couch and have her model it for me (slow spins, hands behind her head, then bending forward so the skirt rides up and shows her puffy, glistening pussy lips). She's dripping down her thighs before she finishes one turn.
I take her right there on the living-room floor, skirt flipped up, blouse unbuttoned and pushed above her tiny tits. Slow missionary for forty-five minutes while I suck and bite her nipples until they're swollen and dark red. She comes three times, each one harder, squirting so violently the hardwood is slick beneath us.
She misses all her morning classes.
2:17 p.m.
I walk her to the convenience store still in the uniform (cum still leaking down her inner thighs). She clings to my arm the entire way, face flushed crimson, eyes glassy. Every step makes more drip out, leaving shiny trails on her legs. The cashier stares. Aoi hides her face against my shoulder and whispers "they can smell you on me…"
I buy her peach Calpis and make her drink it while sitting on my lap in the park, skirt hiked up, my fingers buried inside her the whole time. She comes twice just from that, biting my neck to stay quiet.
Day 8 – Thursday, April 4 – The Mirror
I install a full-length mirror on the bedroom ceiling directly above the bed.
That night I lay her on her back beneath it and make her watch herself get fucked for the first time.
She stares up, wide-eyed, as my thick cock slowly splits her tiny pink pussy open again and again. The sight of her own swollen lips clinging to every vein, the way her flat belly bulges slightly when I bottom out, the constant stream of creamy juices coating my shaft (it breaks her). She comes in under five minutes, then keeps coming every few minutes for the next two hours, sobbing at her own reflection, begging me never to stop.
I finish deep inside her while she watches the moment my cock pulses and floods her, the faint swell of her lower belly as I pump rope after rope. She reaches down with trembling fingers and feels the bulge, whimpering "it's so warm… I'm so full of you…"
Day 10 – Saturday, April 6 – Public Claiming
We take the train during rush hour.
She wears a tiny sundress (no bra, no panties, hem barely covering her ass). I stand behind her in the crowded car, one arm around her waist, the other slipped under the dress, two fingers buried inside her the entire forty-minute ride. She bites her lip bloody to stay quiet, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around my fingers every time the train jolts. By the time we reach Shibuya she has come four times, dress soaked at the hem, my hand glistening to the wrist.
I make her walk through the crossing with cum running down her legs in broad daylight. People stare. She clings to me and whispers "everyone knows I'm yours now…"
#### Day 12 – Monday, April 8 – The Breaking Point
She hasn't slept at her own apartment once.
Her phone is full of missed calls from worried friends. She doesn't care.
Tonight I tie her wrists to the headboard with one of my ties (loose enough she can escape if she truly wants). Then I spend four straight hours between her thighs using only my tongue and fingers. Slow, merciless worship (circling her clit for twenty minutes without letting her come, then pulling away the second she gets close). Over and over until she is sobbing, hips bucking, begging in broken Japanese and English.
"Please… I'll do anything… please let me have your cock… I'm empty… I'm dying…"
Only then do I slide into her (one slow, endless thrust). She comes the second I bottom out, then keeps coming for the entire hour it takes me to finish. When I finally flood her again she blacks out for ten full seconds, body seizing, pussy milking me so hard it hurts.
When she comes to she is crying happy tears, kissing every inch of my face, whispering over and over:
"I love you… I love you… don't ever take the arrow out… please keep me like this forever…"
The Cupid System's voice drifts through my mind, lazy and amused.
‹ Nineteen days remaining, Host. ›
‹ Target devotion level: 89.7 % and climbing. ›
‹ Careful. Some arrows start to feel permanent. ›
I stroke Aoi's hair while she falls asleep still impaled on my cock, her tiny body curled around me like I'm the only thing keeping her alive.
Nineteen days.
I'm not even close to bored yet.
April is only getting started.
Day 13 – Tuesday, April 9 – The Collar
8:11 a.m.
I wake to find Aoi already kneeling beside the bed, naked, hands folded in her lap, eyes down.
On the pillow is a thin black leather choker with a tiny silver heart dangling from the front. She made it herself during the night (cut from one of my old belts, heart charm stolen from a cheap necklace she never wore before). A note in her neat handwriting lies beside it:
Please let everyone know I'm owned.
I buckle it around her slender throat while she trembles. The heart rests perfectly in the hollow at the base of her neck.
She spends the entire day wearing nothing else.
I fuck her slow on the kitchen counter at breakfast, the heart bouncing with every thrust.
I fuck her in the shower at noon, water streaming over the leather, her back pressed to the tile, legs wrapped around my waist.
I fuck her on the balcony at sunset, her palms flat on the railing, tiny body bent forward so anyone in the alley could see the collar and the thick cock disappearing into her again and again.
Every time she comes she touches the heart and whispers "yours."
#### Day 15 – Thursday, April 11 – The Recording
I set my phone on the tripod for the first time.
She is nervous (chewing her lip, thighs pressed together) until I tell her the video is for my eyes only. Then she melts.
I film everything in 4K, slow-motion when possible:
- Her on her knees, collar glinting, small mouth stretched wide, tears streaming as she takes me deeper than ever before (six full inches now, throat bulging visibly).
- Close-up of her pussy lips clinging to my shaft on every slow withdrawal, creamy rings of our mixed juices coating the base.
- The moment I spread her ass cheeks and watch her tiny, untouched hole flutter while I sink into her cunt from behind.
- Her riding me reverse cowgirl on the couch, collar heart swinging, tiny tits bouncing, face turned to the camera with pure, broken devotion while she comes so hard she squirts across the lens.
After four hours of filming I make her watch the footage while sitting on my cock, legs spread wide to the mirror. She cries and comes again just from seeing herself used.
Day 18 – Sunday, April 14 – The Sleep Fuck
I wake at 3:07 a.m. to find her already impaled, asleep on top of me, my cock buried to the hilt inside her.
She must have done it in her sleep (slid down slow, taken every inch while dreaming).
She is drooling on my chest, tiny snores, pussy fluttering softly around me with every breath.
I don't move for an hour. Just feel her warmth, her heartbeat through the thin wall of her womb.
Eventually I roll us over without waking her, pin her wrists above her head, and fuck her slow and deep while she sleeps.
She comes in her dreams (three times), body arching, pussy clenching, soft confused whimpers escaping her lips.
When she finally wakes halfway through the fourth orgasm, eyes fluttering open, she sees me above her and smiles like it's heaven.
"Don't stop… please never stop…"
I finish inside her while she's still half-asleep, flooding her again, then stay buried and let her drift off with me plugging every drop.
Day 21 – Wednesday, April 17 – The Public Park at Midnight
We go to the little park three blocks away.
She wears only an oversized hoodie (mine) and the collar. Nothing underneath.
I sit on the bench under the cherry blossoms. She straddles me facing away, hoodie zipped just enough to hide her tits, skirt of the hoodie barely covering where we're joined.
Any late-night jogger could see if they looked closely.
I make her ride me slow (tiny rolls of her hips, barely moving, just enough to keep me hard and deep).
We stay like that for ninety minutes. She comes five times, each one muffled against my neck, body shaking so hard the bench creaks.
A drunk salaryman stumbles past ten feet away. She clenches so hard around me she almost milks me dry right then.
When we walk home her thighs are glazed, hoodie hem soaked, collar heart glinting under the streetlights.
Day 24 – Saturday, April 20 – The Cage
I build it myself: a small dog cage in the corner of the bedroom, padded with blankets and pillows, door left open.
She begs to sleep in it.
I lock her inside at night wearing only the collar and a plug I molded from my own cock (silicone replica, thick, veiny, keeping her stretched while I sleep).
She curls up like a pet, watching me through the bars with adoring eyes, fingers between her legs circling her clit until she comes softly, whispering "goodnight, Owner" before falling asleep.
In the morning I open the door and fuck her on the floor of the cage, her small body pressed to the bars, collar chain rattling with every thrust.
Day 25 – Sunday, April 21 – The Countdown
We haven't spoken about the end once.
Until tonight.
We are on the bed, her on her back, legs over my shoulders, my cock moving slow and deep inside her while rain taps the window.
She is crying (not from pain, from feeling).
"Five days left," she whispers, voice cracking. "Please… please don't take it out. I'll do anything. I'll quit university. I'll never leave this apartment. Just let me keep loving you like this…"
I don't answer yet.
I just kiss the tears from her cheeks and fuck her slower, deeper, for another two hours, until she comes so hard she passes out mid-orgasm, pussy still fluttering around me.
When she wakes an hour later I'm still inside her, still hard.
I finally speak, voice low.
"We'll talk about it on day thirty, Aoi. Until then… you're still mine."
She nods frantically, clinging to me, and we fall asleep joined, rain falling, collar heart pressed between our chests.
The Cupid System's voice is quieter now, almost gentle.
‹ Five days, four hours, and eleven minutes remaining. ›
‹ Target devotion level: 89.99 % ›
‹ Warning: some arrows start to root, Host. Be careful what you let grow. ›
I stroke her hair in the dark and feel her pussy clench around me in her sleep.
Five days.
I still don't know what I'll do when the month ends.
But for the first time since the arrow appeared…
I'm not sure I want to find out.