Sucking, licking, tangling, and swirling...
In no time, Sayuri Matsumoto's mind turned into complete mush. Not just her mouth, but her entire being was now at Yuu Hoshimiya's mercy, and she didn't offer a shred of resistance.
Deep down, a small spark of logic remained, screaming that this was the wrong place and the wrong time. Her mind wanted to refuse, but her body—famished for twenty-seven years—violently disagreed.
Underneath the layers of her wedding dress, her mature and alluring body instinctively cooperated with Yuu's caresses. Waves of slick lubrication continuously seeped from her core, soaking her white lace panties before bleeding into the pristine silk of the dress itself.
Yuu continued to plunder Sayuri's sweet mouth, stealing the beautiful bride's first kiss over and over again. Meanwhile, his hand wandered down to the white stockings beneath the dress. Her stockings reached just above her knees, held up by delicate garters. Yuu hooked his finger under one of the elastic straps and pulled it taut.
Snap!
The strap slapped against Sayuri's plump, silky thigh, producing a crisp, sharp sound. The bride trembled, giving Yuu a bashful, lingering look.
"What? Don't want me to?" Yuu teased, intentionally pausing his movements.
"No!" Sayuri blurted out without a second of hesitation. "I want it! Please, hurry!"
The moment the words left her lips, she realized how wanton she sounded. Her snowy face flushed a deep crimson. She felt a wave of shame for acting so depraved with a man she had just met, yet she was desperate for him to continue.
Since she was sixteen and fully developed, she had dreamed of meeting a Prince Charming who fit her aesthetic, someone to give her that primal pleasure. She had waited eleven years, finally giving up and deciding to marry for convenience, only for Yuu to appear at the literal last second.
Now that he was here, was she supposed to let go because of some worthless sense of dignity? If the wedding finished, would she ever see him again? Even if they met, would he still want her?
Her instincts completely crushed her reason. At this moment, she didn't care about anything else other than being toyed with and loved by Yuu.
Facing Yuu's playful, knowing gaze, Sayuri panted, her voice thick with lust. "Take me... I'm still a virgin. I want my first time to be yours!"
The white panties under her dress were already soaked dark. She needed him inside her.
Hearing such explicit words from the bride-to-be was an incredible turn-on for Yuu. Looking at her in that wedding finery gave him a wicked sense of satisfaction—the ultimate thrill of cuckolding Toshihiko Takasugi. The bride Toshihiko hadn't even held hands with was now begging Yuu to ruin her.
"Well then, Ms. Matsumoto, I won't hold back!" Yuu muttered. He hated being cuckolded, but he absolutely loved doing it to others. Yes, he was a massive hypocrite, and he was becoming more of a villain by the day. It's the Organization's fault, he told himself. Being in such an evil group is forcing me to be bad!
Yuu used his immense strength to grab Sayuri by her slender waist and hoist her into the air. His raw power surprised her, but it only heightened her anticipation. She actively hiked up her dress, allowing Yuu to enjoy the magnificent view beneath her skirts.
In her bridal gown, Sayuri possessed a breathtaking beauty. Her long legs were encased in white silk, and the fluffy layers of her skirt were bunched around her waist like a blooming lily. But the most captivating part was the fluttering pink slit visible through her damp, white lace.
Yuu set her down on a nearby table and unzipped his trousers, releasing the monstrous beast that was already seeking its new home. Sitting on the table, Sayuri's hips were perfectly aligned with his cock, as if the furniture had been custom-made for this very act.
"Clench your teeth, Sayuri. There are a lot of people outside," Yuu whispered. He pushed aside the soaked panties and pressed the head of his massive rod against her narrow, tight slit.
Sayuri looked down, and the staggering difference in size made her wonder if it was even possible. Would he tear her apart? But there was no turning back now.
"Do it... Yuu... I'm ready!"
She grit her teeth, bracing for the pain that every woman must endure to become a woman.
"Ah!"
After a short, sharp cry, droplets of blood bloomed like rubies against her white stockings. After more than a decade of waiting, she had finally found the handsome man she wanted, and he was turning her into a woman. Whether from the pain or the joy of a dream fulfilled, tears began to stream down her face, ruining her perfect makeup.
Feeling the incredible tightness of the virgin passage, Yuu let out a long, satisfied sigh. Looking at the bride sitting on the table, her legs spread wide and her lace-gloved hands gripping his neck for dear life, he felt a momentary daze.
I actually got her? That was easier than I thought.
He had achieved the "final goal" at the very beginning. But now that Sayuri was his woman, getting rid of Toshihiko Takasugi was no longer just a mission—it was a personal necessity.
As he thrust his hips, enjoying the warm, snug embrace of the bride's body, Yuu began to plan his next move. As for being caught... Sayuri was the one who seduced him here; if she wasn't afraid, why should he be? Still, he didn't want to be interrupted mid-stroke. He hated the feeling of being left hanging. He focused, moving with a practiced, rhythmic intensity.
"Oh... it feels so strange..."
Under the lubrication of blood and arousal, the initial pain faded, replaced by a sensation Sayuri had never known. As the "dragon" explored deep within, the bride's body was slowly molded into Yuu's shape. Her moans became more seductive, and her body eventually collapsed back onto the table.
If anyone had walked in, the scene would have been unmistakable. With the "cave" fully explored, Yuu stopped holding back and began to hammer into her with his preferred tempo. The sudden, violent pleasure sent Sayuri into a frenzy, her hips twitching uncontrollably.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
A sudden pounding on the door startled them both. Sayuri's tight passage clamped down hard on Yuu, causing him to hiss in pleasure.
"Ms. Matsumoto? Are you in there?" the wedding coordinator's voice called out. "It's almost time. You need to get ready to go on stage."
"Mmmph—!"
With a muffled sob, Sayuri's body went rigid. Feeling the rhythmic spasms of her velvet walls, Yuu's eyes widened. The narrow path, tightened further by her climax, sucked on his cock with incredible force.
With one final, desperate squeeze from her internal muscles, a gush of hot, sweet fluid coated the head of his member. The thrill of being caught combined with the perfection of her first time pushed Yuu over the edge.
A torrent of hot seed erupted into the depths of her womb, surging past her soft cervix and filling the pure, untouched sanctuary within her.
Hitting her peak for the first time was overwhelming enough, but being blasted by his life-giving essence sent her over the edge. Sayuri almost screamed, but she used every ounce of her willpower to bite down on the edge of her lace glove.
Her eyes rolled back, and saliva trailed from the corner of her mouth. The pure, elegant bride looked utterly broken, trembling as she reached an even higher state of ecstasy.
As Yuu satisfiedly withdrew, the knocking stopped. Just as they thought they were safe, a flurry of footsteps approached the door.