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About different weird sexual stories each chapter.

About different weird sexual stories each chapter.

Chapter 1 will be about an introvert named August. August will be invited by his friend Ando to a sketchy party together with other of Ando's friends, and the party is hosted by a sketchy man who is probably plotting something...


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It was during the first semester that I hypnotized the student council members that 'relieving my sexual urges' is a very important job they must do.
It was a good memory where I raise their affection values and ejaculate in their vaginas while a harmonious atmosphere was ensuing. But in fact, after that, 'relieving my sexual urges' has not been performed as pure work.
Because after that, everyone turned into my female holes.
As a girlfriend, 'relieving my sexual urges' is a reward rather than a work, and as those I make love with gets wet out of pleasure, they can't call that 'work'.
Well, that's why the student council's job of 'relieving my sexual urges' is just for namesake now.
Even not as work, they come to get themselves embraced.
Kamiyama Natsuki have a shortcut hair with a dignified aura.
Yuigahama Miyabi with big breasts have a delicate atmosphere.
Shimizu Touka hava a cute ponytail and is always working hard.
The previous week, they brought three collars and have have me walk them around school at night, having a naked walk of shame. It was quite fun.

We brought collars for the three of us. Let's take a walk with us putting these on, or so was how it started.

It was exciting to see Natsuki-senpai, who is extremely popular among her Kouhai high school girls, shaking her tail with an anal plug on, drooling and begging for my cock in the leisurely evening.
Indeed, no one would identify the lewd girl as the student council president!
The story has diverted, but they didn't take 'relieving my sexual urges' as 'work' anymore. I embraced them as a my girlfriends, and my cute cute female slaves.
However, the settings for 'relieving my sexual urges' is too fascinatingly enthralling.
That's right, let's try 4P for today's work of 'relieving my sexual urges'. Let's fuck them from behind while they're doing student council work, or let's spew semen on the floor and make them lick it.
…It would be different from what I always do. But after all, this is for the sake of 'relieving my sexual urges,' a relationship that was established purely on a business-like terms?
They can only do their jobs.
I laughed after thinking that far.
Aren't the 'sexual urges processing staffs' pleased with their title? Well, let's do ecchi stuff in the student council room after a long time today. It's been a while since I went there.
Surely, Natsuki-senpai, Miyabi-senpai, and Touka-chan must be doing their student council works seriously as usual.
I'll be forcibly pushing down the girls who are working on their tasks seriously and doing ecchi stuff to them.
Remembering the beautiful limbs of Natsuki-senpai and the others, I went to the student council room while holding down my cock that had started to grow big real fast.
Now, if I open the door, there will be three serious people…
It's locked.
What? I get the wrong room? They're absent? I guessed that, but I can hear the voices of the three girls from inside, or what seems to be.
For now, I take the school master key (I had received) from my bag and open the door.
Why did they even bother locking it at all?
The door opens.
The first thing I noticed is Miyabi-senpai's figure in a bondage, when I got in.
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Miyabi-senpai always looks fluffy and hava a motherly charm.
She is tied up in a bondage, grimacing a bit while having a slightly rosy face.
The bondage is divided into three parts: stomach, arms, and legs, but her breasts and crotch are bare and her secret place is visible.
Senpai is sitting on the desk in the student council room and standing on one knee and the other raised.
The student council president is approaching the crotch of that Senpai and is extending her tongue to serve her.
Natsuki-senpai.
She always have a cool aura, but now, she's stretching her tongue while her face is dyed red with shame or from excitement, and comforting Miyabi-senpai.
On the front, her white bra is visible. Her hand are handcuffed to her back.
Those handcuffs, where are they from?
And at the desk next to them, Touka-chan is working.
As usual. Their normal everyday life.
They may have noticed me opening the door.
Miyabi-senpai and Natsuki-senpai looks surprised as they turned to me. Touka-chan seems to have noticed me too.
She stopped her pen, look at my face, and then at Miyabi-senpai and Natsuki-senpai, and back at my face again.
For the time being, I surveyed everything inside and then went inside after closing the door.
"You seemed busy…"
"Wait wait wait! It's different! This is!"　
"Well, what's different…? No, no, it's fine. In my harem, the slogan is, 'all the girls are getting along.' I like seeing things like these too. Carry on."
Miyabi-senpai calls out to me like she's in a hurry, but there's nothing wrong about this situation. I'm aware that Senpai is a lesbian. Right, it may also be interesting to ravish the bitchy student council members two at a time.
Natsuki-senpai stood up when I thought so.
Her hands remained handcuffed to her back, and smiles…
"It looks like you're misunderstanding… but don't worry Koutaro-kun. I won't cheat on you. My pussy can only accept Koutaro-kun's semen."
"Natsuki-senpai? What are you talking about?"
She is handcuffed to her back and the cool Natsuki-senpai have her brassiere exposed in front between of her uniform.
Well maybe they used their fingers. Miyabu-senpai doesn't have a cock after all.
To such a Natsuki-senpai, Miyabi-senpai shouts, "You got it wrong" desperately.
"Koutaro-kun? Well, this is a preparation, or practice. It's not cheating."
"Why did you have Natsuki-senpai lick you? Preparing for lesbian sex? I see… the star performer is Touka-chan…"
"You got it wrong!"
Really though, I know using the remote controller that Miyabi-senpai is faithful, and Natsuki-senpai and Touka-chan are my favorite lesbian girls, so I don't feel any problems with the current situation.
But for now, I decided to listen to their story after calming Miyabi-senpai down.
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"Huh, I see. For the sake of 'relieving my sexual urges', you were looking for the next play style."
"Yes yes. We are Koutaro-kun's girlfriends, and at the same time, as student council members, Koutaro-kun's 'sexual urges processing staff.' Fufu… It is always nice to have sex with my lover. Last week was very nice, Koutaro-kun…"
Natsuki-senpai sends me a seductive look.
Yes, last week's naked bitch walk play was a proposal from Natsuki-senpai. They brought the collars, the tails with anal plugs, and the dog ears, all brought in by them.
"Or rather, the 'sexual urges processing staff' is still active…"
I'm surprised. I thought it was gone.
To such a me, Miyabi-senpai who is still in bondage explains about the 'practice' from earlier.
"So, we were planning for a bondage next time… After all, Koutaro-kun wants to be abusive too, right? I felt like you don't like the queen play, and we were just talking about trying it out."
She explains the ongoings from earlier.
But in spite of that, Miyabi-senpai, who had Natsuki-senpai lick her, seemed to have been very happy.
"Are the bondage tools something you bought privately? Aren't they quite expensive?"
"It's okay, if we applied for 'Koutaro-kun Funds', and they will be approved."
"What Funds!?"
Touka-chan answers while grinning and showing me the documents in her hands. There, the 'Complete Bondage Set' and 'Handcuffs' were written in an expense claim format.
There's the 'Etozawa Network', and now 'Koutaro-kun Funds.' The society is growing steadily in places I'm not even aware of…
Well, it was me who originally gave them the instructions. That was during the end of the summer vacation.
And then, Miyabi-senpai sneaks closer and pulls on my sleeve seemingly trying to share a secret or something.
"Yes? What happened?"
"So, how about it? Does Koutaro-kun likes the dominant position, or the passive one?"
"Well, isn't it better to be dominant…? Right, Miyabi-senpai. Let's do the opposite of what you were just doing. Reverse."
Reverse? I laugh and grins at Miyabi-senpa, who seems to be confused.
"Miyabi-senpai is in bondage as before, but this time licking Natsuki-senpai's pussy and stepping on Touka-chan and doing ecchi stuff with me."

As soon as Miyabi-senpai hears my idea, her face turns rosy and nodded with a happy smile.
Miyabi-senpai likes Natsuki-senpai and Touka-chan, but she likes my cock even more.
ー
"Student council election? Aah, so it's already that time again…"
After giving a vaginal cum shot to Miyabi-senpai, I listened to Natsuki-senpai and Touka-chan who are sucking on my cock.
On the floor, -ko-po~o- …Miyabi-senpai is spilling semen out from her crotch in large quantities, fainting with a happy smile on her face. She was a little too excited.
"There… sexual urges relieving, let's do it even after school…"
"Pardon me, Natsuki-senpai. I can't understand what you are saying.
"Nn… chu… fufu… Koutaro-kun is still lively down here. Will you love me later?"
"Ah, yes. What of the student council election?"
Natsuki-senpai reluctantly releases my cock from her mouth, and continues while rubbing the rod with her hand.
The student council election is to be held soon.
Our school has a rather unusual system where the school festival is held shortly after the election, but the third-years do not retire until the school festival ends.
The former officers will become the executive committee of the festival.
And the new student council members will help.
In other words, the newly elected student council members will cooperate to prepare for the school festival with the previous members of the student council, who will then retire after that.
The previous student council members, who will also act as the school festival executive committee, will be helping to organise the school festival to convey the methods and know-how to and with the new members
By the way, as usual, the next student council president will be quite obvious.

The new student president is usually a candidate nominated by the active president.
That is, a member who had been in the student council since their second grade and familiar with the work of the student council.
So this year, Shimizu Touka-chan will be elected for sure. Kamiyama Natsuki, the current student council president, have a strong trust in her among the active second graders.
"So, then, the next student council president is Touka-chan?"
"Fuaー, fuaai! I, fuu ifff, I wanff tha sfaff foar iff"
"I'm sorry, Touka-chan. I can't understand what you're saying.
"Haaー yes! I want to be the next student council president and be the 'sexual urges processing staff' for Koutaro-kun again!"
'Sexual urges processing', yes, it is an important job of the student council.
Though right now, we're just doing whatever whenever we want.
"Is the 'sexual urges processing staff' position so good?"
"That's right! Koutaro-kun have lots of girlfriends, but we're the only 'sexual urges processing staff'!"
Touka-chan answers cheerfully while swallowing my cock. However, Natsuki-senpai mutters with a somewhat lonely expression.
"I and Miyabi will be retiring from the student council after the school festival. We will no longer be Koutaro-kun's 'sexual urges processing staff'…"
"Natsuki-senpai…"
Natsuki-senpai is grabbing my ball with forlonging eyes, seemingly concerned about what Touka-chan says. Then nudge her cheeks on my cock.
"Isn't it okay if Senpai(s) retire from the student council and keep being my 'sexual urges processing staff' separately?"
"…eh?"
Natsuki-senpai looks up at my words.
"No, I guess it's okay to just keep on having sex? Or maybe you can drop that job title, and say that you're my girlfriend, we can have sex… HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! DON'T SQUASH! IT!!!!"
"R-really!? Koutaro-kun's 'sexual urges processing staff', we can keep the job?"
"Ah, ah! You can keep the job! The position of 'sexual urges processing staff' is yours! So don't hold squash my balls! NO! NO!"
Finally, she let go of my balls.
Natsuki-senpai is so moved and in tears. Touka-chan holds her shoulders and exclaimed, "I'm glad, Senpai! We'll always be Koutaro-kun's 'sexual urges processing staff'!"
Meanwhile, I am desperately talking to my balls to confirm it is still alive.
Are you okay!? It's me! Your master! Answer me!
Fortunately, my balls were safe. I'm relieved.
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Basically a man gets a remote control that helps him get girls to do R-18 stuff


Past
I stood up from the table. When I grabbed the business card, I noticed my hand was shaking. Picking up my cell phone, I dialed the number.
The voice from my memory answered on the second ring.
"Hello, Zachery."
"Hello... Nathanial."
"I'm sure you're wondering why I've contacted you."
Hell yes I was. "That's a mild understatement," I replied.
"I would like you to be my guest for a week here at my estate. I have need of a man like you, and I was hoping we could discuss a proposition."
"A proposition?" My voice suddenly bordered on insolence. What did this fucker mean by a "man like you" anyway?
Deep, rich laughter sounded over the phone. The voice was no less arresting than it had been when Monroe had placed a knife in my hand. "I assure you that you will be safe and my intentions are entirely aboveboard."
"Why now?" I asked. And why do you talk like you've got a stick up your ass, I think to myself.
"You will be going to the police academy in three months but at the moment, you find yourself at loose ends." Hard steel crept into his voice. "I would like some of your time."
"How do you know what's going on in my life?" This was beyond fucking weird.
"I have kept track of you. And now I wish for a small amount of your time."
I wanted to deny the voice but it was compelling. More than that, I owed this man my life.
"There's no address," I said as if that would stop me from going.
He gave me the address and directions. I would be on the road for six hours.
***
I left my apartment the following day and almost turned back several times. The prison-like iron gates that opened when I pulled up made me wish I had. They were creepy as fuck. I followed the long drive up to the "estate." The term fit the mansion as well as any other-white columns, red brick, and at least three stories tall. The building was the size of my entire forty-unit apartment complex.
Nathanial Monroe, dressed impeccably in a white dress shirt and tie, came down the steps followed by the man who delivered the invitation. Monroe's hair was shortly cropped, just as I remembered it. He shook my hand. "It is good to see you again, Zachery. You look fit and healthy, unlike the last time we met." He was more relaxed now but the deadly vibe he gave off was still present.
"Yes," I answered and rotated my shoulder self-consciously. "No extensive damage." I had no idea what to expect by going there, but I found myself mesmerized by the man I owed my life too. Every nuance, every small movement of Monroe's tall frame showed lethal strength.
"Stephens will take your bag," Monroe said with a smile. "I would like you to tell me about your car." He waved in the direction of my baby. I also noticed his diction when he spoke was that of someone who learned English as a second language. It was so weird because each word was precise without accent.
I turned to my car. The Mustang was a high school graduation gift from my parents, though I spent my own money on restoration. As I explained the painstaking work involved-from finding the parts to painting it in model- and year-specific colors-I began to relax a little.
"You have kept the integrity of the original. I like that," Monroe said when I was done with the rundown. "This is a real work of art and, Zachery... I know my art." His eyes showed true appreciation for the painstaking work I had put into the car. 
"That's what I read," I said with a grin.
His lips tipped up slightly at the corners. "Did you now? Then I am sure you saw my picture as well. It has caused endless problems in my other line of work. You would think with my connections the picture would disappear, but the powers that be thought it would cause more of a red flag if it did. It hit a few newspapers too. Unfortunately, the beautiful woman on my arm was edited out of most of the news releases. It is shameful that my ordinary mug would draw more attention than Nessia's. She was not happy either."
"Nessia?" I questioned while practically hanging on each word.
"Yes, she is one of my models and also an occasional partner when I have a function to attend. She will be here tomorrow with two other models. But enough of that. Let us go inside and get you situated. I will admire the engine later. You may leave her parked here during your visit or Stephens can put her in the garage."
I followed my host up the steps, through the white columns, and inside the front door. I tried not to stare but it was nearly impossible. The large circular room had marble floors, ornately framed art on the walls, and antique furniture discreetly displaying African pottery and statues. It reeked of money and I hated to admit it, class. I was completely out of my league, though I've known that since I watched Monroe kill four men in less than a minute.
"Come into my den and have a drink with me, Zach. You need to loosen up a bit. You are my guest and I have thought about you often over the past year. I want to hear what made you decide on the Atlanta police department."
Again as if a moth drawn to flame, I followed. This entire scenario was like stepping into Oz. The den had a mahogany desk and bookcases lining the walls. One entire case was taken up with erotic art books some turned out on display, the large coffee-table variety with provocative yet beautiful covers.
"Do you appreciate art?" Monroe asked when he saw where my gaze was stuck.
"Art was forced on me by my mother," I replied. "I don't think there's a museum in the country I wasn't dragged to as a child." My parents had modest incomes but my mother believed all children should have access to art, and she looked for museum discounts constantly. 
Monroe's voice lowered a notch. "Have you ever been captivated by Shibari?"
I shook my head. "No, looking you up online was my first introduction."
His slight grin came back. "Have a seat. What would you like to drink?"
"Beer in a bottle, if you have it."
Monroe actually laughed. "You can take the boy out of the Marines, but you cannot take the Marines out of the boy. A bottle of beer it is. Will Budweiser work for you?"
"Yes, sir, it will."
Monroe's eyes met mine and I swear he was looking deep into my soul with such intensity a shiver ran through me. He finally glanced away and it was only when he turned toward the door that I realized Stephens had returned and was waiting for orders. With a slight nod of Monroe's head, Stephens left the room without a word spoken between them.
Monroe was quiet while I looked around and admired more of the artwork. My mom would have a field day right now with endless questions. Another strange quandary was that each piece of art seemed to tell a story. This was the life of a man through the art he had collected. I had no idea what the stories were, but there was a sense of serene wonder in being there. "Serene," that's a good word for this man. He appeared unflappable.
Stephens returned a few minutes later and placed two ice-cold beers on the side table between us. Without a word, he retreated from the room once more, leaving us alone.
Monroe opened a bottle and handed it to me before opening his own. We both took a long pull. "I tend to forget how satisfying a cold beer is," Monroe said. "Thank you for reminding me."
I didn't reply. I wasn't altogether sure Monroe wasn't making fun of me somehow.
As if reading my thoughts again, Monroe changed the subject. "Let's talk about Shibari, shall we?" he asked, settling back into his deep leather chair. 
"Okay," I said with touch of confusion. I was still unsure what Shibari had to do with me or why the hell I was there to begin with.
"Shibari originated in Japan," Monroe began. "In Japanese, 'Shibari' simply means 'to tie' or 'to bind.' It actually grew out of something called Hojojutsu, the martial art of restraining captives, from around 1400 to 1700." The look on Monroe's face grew tranquil as he continued giving me a history lesson. "Samurai used Hojojutsu as a form of torture and imprisonment. These ancient warriors used different techniques to bind their prisoners to show the honor and status of their captives." Monroe took another swallow of beer. "Slowly, Hojojutsu evolved into something more spiritual and artistic, what we now call contemporary Shibari. In its simplest form, it is bondage, but the art itself is quite complex." Monroe looked down at his hands and then back at me. "I began tying knots in Cub Scouts as a child. Ropes and intricate knots fascinated me. My mother thought I would be a sailing rigger on the high seas." He offered a tight smile as if the memory brought pain. It was gone instantly.
"In my teenage years I saved my money and bought magazines with sexual bondage pictures." He shrugged. "For the ropes of course." He gave me a self-depreciating grin and then continued. "Back then, the magazines were filled with violence, which I found distasteful. It was not until I was older that I learned about the relaxing qualities and the sexual gratification found in artistic bondage. For me, Shibari and sex go hand in hand. It has been many years since I have had unbound vanilla sex."
I had no idea what to say at that point and figured silence was best.
"You are also aware on some level what I do outside of our country. I continue to abhor violence, but it is a necessary evil in today's world. My art calms me and re-adjusts my soul from dark to light. The feel of rope around a beautiful female body is relaxing in its intensity."
I couldn't believe how fast the conversation had turned. My hand tightened on my beer bottle but fuck, my cock stiffened. I kept my gaze level with my host and hoped he truly couldn't see into my soul.
Monroe noticed everything. "I have made you uncomfortable and I did not mean to. My world is not for everyone but I would like to give you a demonstration tomorrow and we will talk more then. Let us finish these beers and grab another round. I want to get under the hood of your car. Next to sex and Shibari, vintage cars are a passion of mine. I have a garage with several classics I think you will like. They do not get driven enough and we can take one out for a spin."
He stood and once more, I followed.




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Club El Diablo: THE kinky place of sin and the ultimate den of inequity where the rich and famous come to play. Fantasies come true and dominant men meet their match. Enter at your own risk!  


After 'His' last adventures as the 99th number, 'He' died and wake up in a body and world that 'He' didn't have knowledge prior.

Now, 'He' will make a new legend in the new body and new world with new companion.

'His' new adventures begin in the chapter 113 "AI - Day 1" or the beginning of 4th Volume [AI - Artificial Immortality].

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If you want story go to chapter 133 "AI - Day 31 (Part I)". Although it just one to ten paragraph/chapter. And I dropped it quickly.

So, thus another EXP-Sect about my shitty daily life.

Bondage is a form of restraint—pretty self-explanatory. It's a sex act that falls within the BDSM umbrella, which is an acronym for "bondage, discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism" and a group of common sexual fantasies. Some people enjoy being tied up, while some enjoy tying up their partner, and others like both. Someone who enjoys both the dominant and submissive role is referred to as a "switch." Typically bondage uses kinky sex toys such as handcuffs or rope but it can also be as tame as you using a scarf, tie or t-shirt to restrain your partner's wrists when you're getting it on. To get into it, you can tie someone up to a bed frame using a tie or scarf or, if your bed frame isn't kink-compatible, you could start by simply binding the arms together. To up the ante, you can purchase shackle mounts or suspension bars.

"That was something..." I look at the state of the room as I think aloud.

Sunlight streams in through the window and illuminates what is left of the old room. The wardrobe is toppled over and clothes and tissues are scattered on the floor, the bed is messy and wet with sweat and other fluids, the door to the bathroom is broken and I can see more messy things inside, Shizuka is lying with a happy expression on some tissues on the floor and Rika is tied beside her in a compromising position.

I've been looking at all this mess for a few minutes now, but what slaps me emotionally is this.

Bondage (Beginner): Bondage is usually, but not always, a sexual practice. You are just a beginner in the art of tying and immobilizing people, you need more guidance and practice to develop this fetish of yours.

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"I don't have that kind of fetish!" I say with teary eyes to the floating screen in front of me, there is no way I have that kind of fetish.

{Look to Rika, are you going to say you don't like what you see? That's not what it sounded like last night~} I finally hear Agata's amusement-filled voice.

"No I don't!" I deny with all my might and give Rika a little glance. There is no way I can get excited about this, a woman tied up at my disposal to do whatever I want.... Ok... Maybe I like it a little, but she doesn't need to know that.

{Darling, there's no need to be embarrassed about it. Look at her happy face, clearly she liked what happened yesterday, just like you did too.} I hear Agata's melodious voice in my ear.

"No, I will die denying this fetish!" I say with conviction but my thoughts don't leave the previous night. I can't deny that it was enjoyable but I won't expose that side of me!

{Oh? So that means you don't want to do that kind of thing with me in the future? And I thought that the love of my existence would immobilize me and use me until I was satisfied} my heart stops as I begin to imagine myself in control over immobilized Agata.

...

I can't let Agata close this future door, this is a dream in my existence. So I'll have to measure my words and convince her that I could do this with her without exposing this side of me.

"Let's not get desperate here, shall we -"

{But you said you didn't like that, there's no way I can make you do something you don't want to do. What kind of wife would I be if I made you do something you don't like? I would be a terrible wife...} my heart starts to stop when I hear Agata's voice saying this. There is no way I can keep quiet and miss this future possibility with Agata!

"Now that I've stopped to think-"

{What will I do with all those ropes and handcuffs? So many toys that you could have used now go to waste, a dream destroyed because of a selfish desire I have.} my heart stopped beating with your voice saying that.

{I think I should start throwing everything in the trash-}

"NO! I can't let you do this. I was confused about my feelings, I can feel my love for this fetish now that I've had time to think about it, so honey don't despair, because I, Loseram, will make your dream come true!" I manage to say with more conviction that I could muster with my heart in despair.

{Is this serious? Would you really do that for me? You know you don't have to force yourself into something you don't want.} she says with a voice full of eagerness and expectation.

"Honey, don't worry because I would be able to do anything for you. What would it be for me to waste some of my time to practice bondage?" I can't let her give that up now that I have managed to prevail over this tribulation.

{sniff sniff I have such a good husband sniff sniff sniff all right, I put a book with everything about bondage on the bed, there are some ropes beside it. If you need anything just let me know!} with that a book and ropes appear on the bed.

"I will practice on the zombies, I can't leave this skill at such a low level!" the Zombies are the best practice dolls. Want to learn the ideal temperature to turn someone into ashes? Use your magic on the zombie. Want to learn how high human bones break on impact? Test that with zombies. Want to learn the art of bondage? Practice with zombies. No doubt about it, zombies are great practice dummies.

{I'm glad to know you put so much effort into it for me, but you need to take care of the two women now~} she reminds me that I haven't untied Rika yet and well I've given them both a bath.

I walk with a new purpose to Rika and untie her. She has changed a lot after the change of race, her skin still has the healthy tan she had before but her body has gained more curves, her hair is a darker purple and she has developed a tattoo similar to the one Shizuka has on her chest. No doubt she is even more beautiful.

I unload Rika and lay her down next to Shizuka, I'll have to clean the bathroom first. The bathroom is a mess from the night before, torn rags and water everywhere along with some wood fragments from the broken door. I start to use my wind magic and gather everything into a ball and incinerate it with fire and throw the ashes through the open window. No doubt about it, magic makes life easier.

I fill the bathtub and go to get Rika and Shizuka for a bath. I wash them both carefully and lovingly, not wanting to wake them up because I was so hard on them both last night. With the two women clean, I leave the bathroom and look for some clean clothes in the middle of the mess. I go back into the bathroom with two of my t-shirts and put them both on, clean the bed and change the tissues to put them both to bed, I don't want them to wake up in the middle of fluid and sweat from the night before.

With both women clean and lying on the bed, I put on an outfit and leave with the book and ropes. Today I will raise bondage to the highest level possible!

A few hours later...

"Agata, I am in need of more ropes." I say to Agata while looking down at my book and holding a zombie below me with my foot. The street is full of zombies tied up in the most diverse positions possible, some are with broken limbs from trying to free themselves from the ropes and handcuffs. I may have talked about zombies being great training dolls, the problem? They are too fragile, their bodies are breaking easily. That might even be beneficial now that I stop to think about it, I would have a high skill level if I can adjust everything and not break anything. Yes, yes, let's continue the practice.

{As much as I want to see you practice your skill, you need to go back now, the girls are about to wake up.} She warns me with regret in her voice.

"Okay, I'll get on with it later." I crush the zombie's head with my foot and start running back to the house.

Bondage (Amateur): Bondage is usually, but not always, a sexual practice. You are only an amateur in the art of tying and immobilizing people, you need more guidance and practice to develop this fetish of yours.

I nod in approval for all my work well done and turn my attention back to my surroundings. It has not even been a week since the apocalypse began and the city is already practically dead, streets and houses empty of people, dead people walking around as if they owned the world. I manage to find some people hiding in the houses but practically they are already dead, these people have little food and water. Life will only get smaller from now on since tomorrow must be the day that the world loses the technology on its side.

"I will start the girls' training tomorrow. At least Shizuka's, Rika is already a trained woman," I comment to myself about my future plans. This is a good world to learn in without taking too much risk and I will make sure to get them both prepared.

Thrown into the void he found himself in despair, from despair came acceptance, from acceptance came love. Now i'm married and i need to get stronger to stay with my wife. Traveling through the anime world to kill enemies and get stronger.
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One or two chapters a week.
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English is not my first language. Please be patient with my grammatical errors.
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I claim no ownership or credit regarding the existence of pre-existing characters, contents, or the cover.

Anna's POV:
Mona started dressing my wound and I stand still like a statue and closed my eyes to resist the pain when she is cleaning it with the spirit. The pain is so horrible, but it is far better than the pain I take when Mark is doing his fight to catch the attacker. He is safe, we all are safe, what I need other than this. I feel relieved and I can easily take this surgical spirit pain, but in order to control my scream, I am diverting my mind by thinking about Mark; I am visualising his smile and his care towards me. In-between my thoughts I sense Mark wrapped his hands around my waist from my back and pulled close to him and snuggle me by leaning his chin on my shoulder.
I feel like flying in the sky in his snnugle; I didn't open my eyes and I sense Mona is applying some ointment and closing the wound with a bandage. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Mona with my smiling face, she immediately came close to me and caressing me by pinching my cheeks gently with her hands and immediately hit on Mark's head where his chin is still on my shoulder. 
Mark: You are jealous, Mona...
Mona: May I know why I am jealous?
Mark: You are jealous because my girl is taking the treatment without a cry.
Mona: I am not jealous, you should be shamed by looking at her.
(Mona immediately turned to me excitedly to tease Mark.)
Mona: You know Anna, he will cry like a baby when I dress up his wound.
Mark: Hello, I didn't cry...
Mona: Let me show you, Anna.
(By finishing her words, she takes the knife again to tease Mark. Mark immediately hide my back and making me as a hurdle to Mona to not reach him.)
Mark: Tom, I will give you an award for bearing my sadistic friend...
(We all laughed and I feel eternally happy by looking at Mark's smiling face. After a few seconds, Mona is taking the injection and filling it with the medicine. My heartbeat skips for a second by looking at the injection. I should not trouble Mona by saying no to injection, she has lots of work to do with her patients. I act like casual, but I am getting the flashes of my terrible past, I can hear the echo of the evil smile of my hostel warden. I closed my eyes to not look at the needle and speedily thinking just happened scenes how Mona and Mark tease to each other to divert my mind but my heartbeat is raising for the thought of injection. 
After a few seconds, instead of needle pain, I feel a kiss on my lips; I know it's Mark; he is kissing me intensely, and in the next second he pulled me close to him by holding my waist and kissing me deeply. This time I didn't hesitate in his kiss before everyone instead I am enjoying his essence to make my mind free from the needle. He holds my waist and giving me the breathless kiss. After a few seconds, he paused our kiss slowly.
"Anna, I am with you and no one dare to touch you, ok?"
I nodded my head as ok, but still closed my eyes. He again kissed me gently on my lips by sucking them intently and paused, "You are strong, brave girl Anna, I love you so much..."
The moment I heard I love you from him all my fears go far away and my mind is filled with Mark's love, I immediately said, "I love you, Mark"
By finishing my words I immediately wrapped my hands around his shoulders by raising on my tiptoes and we both are kissing deeply, he is rubbing on my back to make me stabilise and giving to me the love through his kiss. I am happy and accepting his kiss and I have still closed my eyes and enjoying his kiss.
After a few seconds of our deep kiss I heard Mona's fake cough, I get into reality that we are at the hospital and immediately try to stop the kiss but Mark didn't let me go away and kissed me a few more seconds and left slowly. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at Mark; he is smiling by looking at me and Mona again coughed by looking at us, I immediately move towards Mona and showed my hand to give an injection. Mona smiled at me briefly and pinched my cheek gently in a teasing way and said, "I gave the injection, Anna."
I am shocked and immediately hugged Mona for her painless treatment.
Mark: Hello, where is my credit?
I am the one who helped to Anna when you are giving the injection, but you take all the credit and stolen my hug...
(I looked at Mark with my smiling face.)
Mona: I have a right to take Anna's hug...
Tom: I have a right to take your hug, Mona...
(Tom came close to Mona to give hug by opening his hands, Mona immediately blushed and hug Tom gently and looked at us...)
Mona: I think I should start my treatment for your gift...
(We all laughed and Mona looked at Mark.)
Mona: Go... Go... Go... 
Both of you go to the home and continue your kissing and hugging.
Mark: I want to stay here until he gets consciousness.
Mona: Mark, I gave anesthesia dosage for 12 hours; he doesn't get awake in between so both you and Anna go to home and take some rest. The moment he got consciousness, I will definitely make a call and both of you can join Tom's interrogation and Anna, take this ointment and apply on the wound before you go to bed.
(Mark immediately holds the ointment and keep it in his pocket.)
Tom: Yes, Mark, it's safe if both of you go to home.
(I immediately hold Mark's hand to convince him to go to home and he looked at me.)
Anna: Mark, let's go to home or else I will give you BDSM punishment...
(Suddenly Tom and Mona laughed loudly and Mark looked at me in shock and came close to me and closed my mouth. I understand I spell out something wrong. Mona immediately pat on my head and said, "he deserves BDSM punishment, Anna. Give it to him until he cry."
By finishing her words, she immediately ran into the emergency room to give treatment to them. We said our goodbyes to Tom and left the hospital and started in the car to reach the home. But my mind is still struck at the thought of BDSM, I don't know what it is but I heard when Mona warned Tom and I used the same thing to Mark but all of them laughed at me and Mark closed my mouth to not to speak again. So it might be not a good word to speak out so I stay quiet but I feel embarrassed to ask Mark about it. 
In-between my thoughts, I heard Mark's chuckle when he is driving. I lay my head on his hand and asked him, "Why are you laughing?"
Mark: By looking at your confusion face, anyone will laugh, Anna.
(He can only explain to me what BDSM means, so I asked him directly without any shyness and hesitation.)
Anna: Mark, is BDSM is a bad word?
Why all of you laughed at me?
(Mark looked at me with his sharp eyes and again continued his driving by looking at the road.) 
Mark: BDSM is an erotic practice in sex, Anna.
(The moment I listened to him I am shocked and opened my mouth, but I want to know what exactly it is. So I asked him again.)
Anna: What exactly it means Mark?
(Mark takes a long breath to explain to me.)
Mark: Do you have any idea about Dominance and Submissive?
(I strike my head as no.)
Mark: Well, BDSM stands for Bondage, Discipline, Dominance and Submission.
So, coming to Bondage, Sexuality and erotica are an important aspect in bondage but are often not the end in itself. and the most common tools used in bondage are ropes, cuffs, bondage tape etc.
Anna: Tools?
(I didn't understand why tools are involved while doing sex, by listening to me Mark smiled a bit and continued his explanation.)
Mark: Yes, Anna, these tools will be used by the active partner by tieing his/her partner to gain pleasure.
Anna: This a kind of torturing, right?
Mark: No, Anna, sadism doesn't include init, it's a mutual agreement between the partners to lead a happy sex life. Bondage can also be used for purposes other than sexual foreplay, for example, it may be used in erotic tickling or for sexual teasing after blindfold your eyes.
(the moment I hear blindfold my eyes, I got the visual when I play a blindfold game with Alex, how Mark kiss me intensely and tickles me with pleasure. Actually, I liked it a lot and all my senses enhance when I blindfolded and enjoyed his kiss more intensely. Maybe I may like the B in BDSM...) 
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[Warning: This noval features Mature Content]
She wanted love, but he wanted revenge!

"Okay.., Thanks for saving me.."

(I said, and turned around to leave his room)

Mark: "It's better, If You Remove Your Undergarments"..
(A sudden shrill electrified my body when I heard those words. I turn around to look at him. He is just doing his work on his laptop very casually. I didn't respond and turn to reach the door.)

Mark: "Your wound will heal soon, so..."

Anna: "Okay..."

(What I just say? 
Did I actually agree to remove my undergarments?
It's embarrassed me.
I just rush out of his room in a hurry, but when I unintentionally imagine his words, my heart starts racing.)
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Anna is devastated when her best friend Ria dies mysteriously. Whereas Mark, who is Ria's older brother wants to find the culprits, who are responsible for Ria's death....

Both Anna and Mark teams up to find the facts regarding Ria's case but they don't know that they fall in love to eachother...

They feel like they can't live without eachother...

On one fine day, both of them confess their love to eachother and their relationship leads to marriage...
 

However, there are secrets behind Ria's death that will threaten the fragile romance blossoming between Anna and Mark and it leads Anna to be his slave...

Mark wants to take strong revenge on Anna by entering into Slave aggrement...

But Anna always trusts that love always Wins over revenge, so she always enjoys his sexual intense punishments out of love towards him...

But to his surprise, he starts to find himself falling in love with Anna again.


Revenge Wins?
or 
Love Wins..?

No matter how many fights you may get into, if you truly love someone it should never matter in the end...

Love Always Blossom...

Follow the book for further details...
Hope you will enjoy it...

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In the first 100 chapters Mark behaviour is a kind of Pervert and tease Anna in all possible ways...

After 100 chapters, he realised his love towards her and started giving values to her wishes, He replaced Anna's nightmares with dreams,
Anna's worries with happiness, and her fears with love...

(Just bear his pervert behaviour of first 100 chapters and see how he will change step by step towards Anna...)

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Anna's wish: 

I wish to wake up everyday to the feel of your breath on my neck...
The warmth of your lips on my skin...
The sound of your heart beating with mine...


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Once, you were my salvation 
 My light
 My peace 
Now, you are my prison
 My captor
 My king
Your once warm eyes,
Are now, cold as ice...
You once took my heart in both hands,
Calling me the finest in all the lands...
But now your stone cold, dagger-like stare,
Makes me want to run away like a startled hare
I’m no pet to be kept, 
No exotic beast to be bound...
Even with all this rage against you that I hold,
What am I to do except do as I am told... 

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Ed's pov

That stupid slave kept trying to escape all the way to the bed. I left the rest of the work to the manager . The other slaves watched in horror as they saw their fellow slave being punished. Well, you may ask why didn't I had the pleasure of playing with the new slave. I wanted to let the slave manager, who is also a slave, get a standing. If he has a standing, then all of the trainers will have it. Talking about trainers, I wonder how Andrew is doing...

Andrew's pov

I learned many interesting things in training. Slaves had classes, and they were sold according to theirs. Sex slaves, pets, servents, torture slaves and special request slaves. As Master hasn't said which class I belong to, I'll be trained in everything. One of the trainers gave me a paper explaining the different classes and their training. Here, I'll show it to you:

Sex slaves- Used to fulfill the sexual needs of their owner and every other person the owner find it right to. Knowledge: Oral, anal, toys, bondage, sexual torture.

Pets - Behave like a pet, in order to fulfill the need of the owner to have company. May also be used for sexual entertainment. Knowledge: Pet behavior,
Oral, toys, humiliation. 

Servents - Used to do any anwanted or boring task in the managing of your household. Knowledge: Reading, math, cooking, baking, cleaning.

Torture slaves - Used to get off your anger on. Knowledge: Pain endorance, torture tools.

Special request slaves - The name may be misleading, as those slaves are used to do the oddest, grossest job, sexual or not. Knowledge: Humiliation, strong obedience, personal training*.

*Depends on the slaves traits and history or a pre-order.

Those classes don't have any relation with the slave seal.

Here. Cool, right? In the first 2 weeks I've done really nothing. But after those, the trainers got permission for a special training program. I'll be trained in each class for a week, and at the end Master will give me a test. If I pass, I'll keep going to the next class, and if not, I'll get harsher training until I pass. Sounds hard. But I'll do my best to see Master. I miss him so much...

Lord Edward has just got out of a cave, and he's hungry... for sex!!! (and a bit of blood) 
watch as he's making his own kingdom of handsome servant boys, and maybe fall in love.

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