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I woke up with tears in my eyes, having dreamed of my mother again.

Caught between dreams and reality- I thought I could see the image of my mother’s back as she left that day.

The image of her graceful back was the last memory I have of her, because she never returned, and I was left alone.

The morning sun, shining through the cracks of the curtains, woke me, when I’d much rather have stayed dreaming.

The house was quiet, absent the sound of her footsteps as she got ready for the day.

Now it was just me.

“I’m heading off,” she used to say as she stepped out of the house, waving goodbye.

As young as I was, I’d charge up the stairs to watch out my bedroom window as she walked away. Her beautiful black hair, long and straight as though drawn with a straight line of ink would always contrast the bright morning sky.

Looking out of the window, I could almost see that scene once again. Her narrow back walking down the street, her hair swaying in the wind.

Maybe… if on that day, I’d banged on the window and cried out-

‘Please don’t go! Please don’t leave me alone!’

She would have turned around and come back to me.

Stayed with me.

I didn’t though, so now I can’t see my mother anymore.

It’s been ten whole years since that day.

-

After I had walked for a short while, on my way to the gathering point, I heard the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps.

I forced down a helpless groan yet plastered an elegant smile on my face as I braced myself for the impending annoyance.

“Mizuho Seeen-paiiii---!” An overly familiar voice cried out. “Good morning!”

“Kazuha-kun, good morning,” I turned to greet politely with a gentle nod of my head.

Kazuha-kun was a junior whose walk to the gathering point overlapped with mine. He was never rude and seemed to respect me a great deal, always being courteous- if not a little overly friendly.

Despite this I found Kazuha-kun to be irksome for two reasons.

The first-

“I didn’t sleep great last night at all, Mizuho-senpai! Did you sleep okay?”

I don’t want to talk about it.

“I had the tastiest orange for breakfast, Mizuho-senpai. What did you have?”

Did I ask about what you had for breakfast?

-was that Kazuha talked a lot. His mouth was like a machine gun firing relentlessly.

The second reason-

“That’s all you ate? Ahah, I thought you would eat more Mizuho-senpai, considering your…” He laughed, his words ending suggestively.

-was that I frequently felt his eyes roaming lecherously over my body. In fact, even as we walked toward the gathering point together, I could feel his eyes digging into my breasts and buttocks.

I had never brought it up, nor blamed him. After all, his eyes are his own and I was raised to be always polite and elegant by my mother. Perhaps she had foreseen that I would one day have a body that people find it hard to pull their eyes away from.

Whilst I have never blamed him, never scolding him or admitting to him that his perverted gaze is as clear to me as the morning sun… it doesn’t mean I have to enjoy him drooling over me.

We continued to walk as I tried to ignore both his gaze and his questions until he asked an important question.

“Mizuho-senpai, how can I become as strong as you? I want to fight with you, the ‘Strongest Demon Hunter’, as soon as possible!”

Unlike his other questions, which I could answer without much thought, this question was not one I could take lightly.

As he said, I am Mizuho, titled: the Strongest Demon Hunter.

I was given this title because out of those who hunt Demons-

I’m the strongest.

Whilst many are unaware, Demons do exist. Lurking in the shadows as their influence harms the world and its people.

The reason the public can remain so blissfully unaware is because of the efforts of Exorcists like me, who exterminate Demons without anyone noticing.

As we walked, I performed my role as his senior Exorcist, carefully advising Kazuha on how he could get stronger, and soon we arrived at the gathering point for Demon Exorcists.

This gathering point wasn’t anything special, not hidden underground or in a gigantic facility. It was a simple and modest two-story house, almost unremarkable in every way.

The one thing worth noting about this house: was that it had a lovely front garden.

“Oho- good morning,” A gentle voice called out from inside the house’s colorful and creative garden. “You two are early this morning!”

The voice belonged to Azami-san, the elderly Exorcist in charge of this gathering point. Azami-san and I had known each other for… a long time.

Only back then- I was unaware of the true purpose of this house.

Opening the slightly rusted front gate, I stepped into the garden to see Azami-san on her knees, doing some gardening. Being too old for active duty, Azami-san had become the local ‘Coordinator’, the person in charge of tracking Demons and coordinating the local Exorcists.

Due to my position as the ‘Strongest Demon Hunter’, the hierarchy between Azami-san and me was a little awkward- with my position actually being higher than hers.

Strictly speaking, she should refer to me by rank and perform a salute, but since we have known each other for so long, and she even worked with my mother, I referred to her casually as ‘Azami-san’, and she referred to me as ‘Mizuho-chan when we were alone.

“Good morning, Azami-san,” I said, stepping forward to help her get up. “I just happened to walk a little quicker today.”

“Good morning, Coordinator-Sensei.” Kazuha-kun bowed, referring to Azami-san by her designated rank, unlike me.

Despite him ostensibly greeting Azami-san, I could feel him seizing the chance to peep up my skirt. Whilst I dress my curvy body modestly, meaning his attempt to peep at my buttocks would fail, I still felt my cheek start to twitch in annoyance.

Azami-san, noticing this, shot me a smile, her wizened face showing great empathy for my plight. Her senses were as sharp as ever.

Despite having a hunched back and weak knees, Azami-san was also a curvy beauty in her younger days, as is normal for female Exorcists like us. I’m sure Azami-san had suffered her fair share of staring too.

“I’m sorry you two,” She said, brushing the dirt off her knees, “But we haven’t detected any otherworldly occurrence today, so I’m afraid you’ve made the trip in vain.”

“Ehhhh-?! So… we need to walk back, Coordinator-san?” Kazuha asked in shock.

“It’s just the way it goes, Kazuha-kun. It’s a good thing there are no Otherworlds appearing nearby.” I chided gently. His stare was invasive, but I still had to guide him properly.

‘Otherworlds’ are the manifestations of Demonic Energy, and the blights that Demon Exorcists like us must cleanse. These Otherworlds appear as small wormholes, hiding under bushes or in the mountains away from human sight. With no one ever seeing them appear, it would appear as if these strange wormholes were hiding in place all along. That is not the case, however, as from these Otherworlds, overflows a sense of eerie discomfort. At first, the range of this discomfort is small, and its effects are weak, yet the longer the Otherworld remains, and the more Otherworlds there are, the stronger this effect becomes.

A person within an Otherworld’s range may at first appear lethargic and dispirited, but if these Otherworlds are not taken care of… those affected soon die.

If unchecked completely, these Otherworlds could easily destroy a village, a town, and then even the country.

The method to destroy these Otherworlds is to send an Exorcist inside to destroy the Demon at the heart of the magical and demonic Otherworld.

“You’re right, Mizuho-senpai,” Kazuha bowed, taking the chance to drag his dirty gaze across my legs. I wonder if he had actually understood the error of his ways, or just wanted to look at my long legs.

“Since we aren’t needed here, how about we head off together?”

It was a suggestion I didn’t know how to refuse, but thankfully, Azami-san came to my rescue.

“Aha, sorry to ruin your plans, Kazuha-kun, but I will be needing to borrow Mizuho-san,” The elderly woman chuckled.

“Ah… Oh! How about I wait for you, Mizuho-senpai? I don’t mind!”

I minded though, so please don’t.

Thankfully, Azami-san once again shooed him away, forcing him out the front gate and waving him off as he walked back down the street.

“Thank you, Azami-san,” I said, bowing my head slightly.

“It’s no bother at all, Mizuho-chan,” She laughed. “I’ve always thought- just because we lady Exorcists use our beauty as weapons, it doesn’t mean people can look whenever they please!”

She then laughed again, before adding,

“Not that anyone wants to look at me now!”

I followed Azami-san inside the familiar house, attempting to convince her she was aging gracefully.

“I remember back when you were little though, back then you were so outspoken, you would never have tolerated being looked at like that!” The elderly Exorcist said, not interested in my platitudes.

I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable as the topic shifted toward the ‘old days’. My dream had left me reluctant to the idea of reminiscing.

“Azami-san… Thank you for getting rid of Kazuha-kun, but I really must be going-” I said, trying to quickly excuse myself, only for Azami-san to suddenly interrupt.

“I wasn’t just helping you out, Azami-chan. I really do need to speak with you,” The old woman sighed. “Take a seat, please.” She said beckoning to the cushion on the floor.

I sat down on my knees, my feet under my buttocks.

No one within the Exorcist Alliance could make me sit if I didn’t want to, much less someone only ‘Coordinator’ rank.

This wasn’t a command from any random ‘Coordinator’, though.

It was a request from Azami-san.

“You’ve…grown up, Mizuho-chan.” She said, as she slowly sat her creaking bones down opposite me.

“Following in your mother’s footsteps, you’ve… become a brilliant Exorcist. The best I’ve ever seen!”

“The Exorcist Alliance views you as its pride and joy, and you truly are the ‘Strongest Demon Hunter’…I know this, I do.”

I could tell there was a ‘but’ coming.

“But… unlike them, I knew you back then… You were a far happier girl before you entered this world of Demons and Exorcists…”

“…Before your mother passed away.”

“She didn’t pass away,” I snapped reflexively, feeling indignant at her choice of words. “She went missing.”

When an Exorcist hunted the Demon at the heart of an Otherworld, it would disappear from existence, whilst the Exorcist would suddenly appear back in our world.

If an Exorcist failed in their duty- they would not return, and the Otherworld would remain, continuing to spread its influence.

When my mother, an incredibly skilled Exorcist, entered an Otherworld of unprecedented danger… she didn’t come back, yet, at the same time, the Otherworld vanished, signifying that she had completed her mission.

Something like this had never happened in the documented history of the Exorcist Alliance.

So, my mother’s disappearance was exceptionally strange.

So-

She couldn’t be dead.

She couldn’t be.

She was just missing- maybe trapped in the otherworld, or captured by whatever created them.

“…Yes… as you say Mizuho-chan.” Azami-san said quietly, refusing to look me in the eye.

This is why I couldn’t help but hate it when Azami-san brought up the past. Our conversations always go like this, with me being subjected to her words of doubt and getting defensive.

“Azami-san, my mother is alive. I’m sure of it!” I say, slapping my hand against my thigh as my chest rose and fell rapidly. “I can feel it! She is alive! You know that’s why I became an Exorcist, so I can find her on the other side!”

Azami-san didn’t seem to hear my words, the elderly woman staring off into space.

“Yes, Mizuho-chan… You became an Exorcist… a great one too… but your mother never wanted you to-”

“Well, my mother isn’t here right now, and she needs my help, whether she wants it or not!” I yelled furiously, clenching my hands into fists.

It was only after doing this, that I realized how rude I had been. My mother didn’t raise me to yell and scream like this, and certainly never raised me to disrespect my elders.

I lowered my head as I muttered-

“Sorry, Azami-san. That…was rude of me.”

“Don’t say sorry, Mizuho-chan.” Azami-san sighed once more. “What a hypocrite I am… saying all that now. You are this generation’s ‘Strongest Demon Hunter’, just like your mother before you. Your resolute will has cut through countless Demons, so it was rude of me to question you. You have already surpassed your mother before you, both in accomplishments and…assets…”

I felt her eyes brush over my body as spoke that final word. Yet, rather than feeling offended by her gaze, for once I felt gratified. Azami’s eyes were appreciative in a way that only a female Exorcist’s could be.

It was my mother’s incredible beauty and powerful curves that played such a large role in her becoming as powerful of an Exorcist as she was, and with her blood in my veins, the same was true for me.

As Azami-san said, I had already surpassed my mother, my curves more dangerous, my chest even bigger, and my buttocks even plumper.

It was due to this potent Exorcist blood that those around me found it so hard not to stare, and why Kazuha-kun was so unrestrained in his gaze.

“Mizuho-chan,” Azami-san called out, her tone seeming to suggest that it was time to stop beating around the bush.

I couldn’t help but sit up straight.

“I lied earlier… when I said no otherworldly occurrence have been detected.”

I felt my heart skip a beat.

“The reason I lied is because-”

I gulped, hearing the blood run past my ears.

“-the signature of an incredibly dangerous Otherworld has appeared nearby. It… it has the same danger rating… a-as the one your mother closed before her…disappearance.”

I shot to my feet, wanting to immediately run to this Otherworld, wherever it was.

“It was on further inspection, Mizuho-chan,” She spoke slowly, gesturing for me to sit back down.

“-that we discovered that this Otherworld doesn’t just share a danger level with the Otherworld your mother closed, but it’s producing almost identical Demonic Energy.”

I stiffened, feeling like I had been struck by lightning. I had closed countless Otherworlds since becoming an Exorcist, but I’d never encountered one like the one my mother disappeared in!

“I do not know what this Otherworld with bring you in your search for your mother, Mizuho-chan, but forgive this old lady for what I must ask of you.”

I watched in shock as Azami-san bowed down to me, her head touching the floor.

“Strongest Demon Hunter- Mizuho-sama!” She cried out. “Please enter the Otherworld and destroy this Demon, for the sake of our world, and all the people in it!”

Azami-san’s stalling and her eagerness to reminisce, now made sense.

She was presenting me a mission from the Exorcist Aliiance, one she wasn’t sure I would return from.

I was just about to announce my acceptance of the mission, when Azami-san spoke once more, her voice thick with emotion-

“And come back alive, Mizuho-chan! You must come home!”

I knew these words belonged to her alone, the elderly Exorcist no longer speaking in her professional capacity.

“Yes! Coordinator-san!” I called out, addressing Azami-san by rank as I rose to me feet and performed a formal salute.

She then got up, her wrinkled face forced into a resolute expression, before leading me down into the basement where the equipment was stored.

Not worrying about Azami-san’s gaze, I stripped naked, my panties hitting the floor and changed into my bodysuit- a special outfit made for a female Demon Exorcist.

It resembled a racing swimsuit, the black material hugging my waist and squeezing my breasts, but it was a piece of special equipment tailored for excursions into the Otherworlds. It could help to defend against the attacks of Demons and provided resistance to the Demonic Energy within Otherworlds.

On my legs were a pair of black, thigh-high stirrup stockings. The tight material hugged my long legs whilst leaving my heels, as well as the balls of my feet and my toes bare.

“You… truly look just like your mother…especially when you’re dressed like that.” I heard Azami-san say sadly from behind me.

I’d always been told that. As I grew up, I’d frequently catch sight of my mother’s image only to realize that I was looking at myself in the mirror. Our faces were especially similar, so I cut my hair to try and differentiate myself.

Yet, I couldn’t stop my body growing, my curves getting sharper and my breasts getting bigger. Every time my body became a bit more womanly, I, resembled my mother more and more.

I turned to look in the mirror.

My breasts were truly enormous, each the size of my head, yet due to the Exorcist blood running through my veins, they never drooped nor did my back ever ache.

My waist seemed dangerously tight, even to me, causing me to often wonder how my body didn’t snap in half, and my hips were wide and buttocks thick. In a moment of uncharacteristic whimsy, I’d once balanced a can of soda on top of my backside and found it surprisingly easy to do so.

I had, indeed, surpassed my mother.

I was now stronger than her, and today was the day I’d bring her home.

Then- this suffocating emptiness will finally disappear.

“Mizuho-chan,” Azami-san called out, pulling my attention from the mirror.

She had a package in her hands, and she held it out to me. “It’s a new weapon from HQ- some sort of powder. It has a disorientating effect on Demons and Demonic Energy. Take it and use it in case of emergency.”

“Thank you, Azami-san.” I said. “I’ll see you soon.”

I waved goodbye, as I headed for the Otherworld.

-

The inside of the Otherworld was dark and damp, the air within filled with a strange humidity. At first glance, it resembled a cave, yet its walls were pinkish-red and seemed to be composed of a flesh-like substance. ‘Veins’ of red light ran through the meat walls, both lighting my way and leading me deeper.

The ground beneath my feet squelched with every step. It had taken me a long time to learn to walk without shoes on the slippery, mucus-covered floor, but it had been necessary to learn, nevertheless.

That said, whilst I could walk without slipping and had hunted countless Demons in many different Otherworlds, I still couldn’t get used to the creepy, alien appearance of these passages.

As I cautiously made my way down the spiralling passageway, I came across a slug-like creature the size of a cat. Acting on muscle memory, I kicked out with my foot, flipping the creature onto its back.

I then started rubbing my foot along its underside at great speed, flicking a certain spot with my big toe whilst the sole of my foot ground its belly. It let out a high-pitch squeal before a cloud of white liquid exploded from the twitching hole below its stomach, coating the underside of my foot.

The slug-like creature quickly started to disappear, whilst I felt a thrum of energy burst run through me, energizing me as I walk through the gloomy Otherworld.

This slug-like creature was a Demon.

Whilst many would think of Demons as great horned beasts or imposing monsters, this mere slug that I hunted with just a few strokes of my foot was indeed a Demon.

Naturally, it was only the lowest class of Demon, but there are many other forms too, such as tentacle-like beasts, starfish-like creatures, as well as Demons that take the form of carnivorous plants.

Regardless of what form they took, however, all Demons have one thing in common: they absorb the spirit of human beings. Our spirit is the source of our lives, and without it, we wither and die.

As it happens… spirit is closely related to sexual desire. A human’s sexual desire drives our ability to procreate and produce offspring, which in turn, could be argued to be our highest purpose in life.

As vulgar as it seems to suggest, it’s through our lusting… our breeding… and our mating, that our sexual desire- our spirit preserves our existence, and our existence continues our spirit .

It is because of this that Demons target our spirit via sexual desire.

Tentacle-type Demons target bodily orifices, penetrating mouths, anuses and vaginas indiscriminately. Starfish-type Demons suck on nipples, modifying and transforming them into sexual organs. Plant-type Demons swallow us whole, bathing us in potent aphrodisiacs. Slug-type Demons stick to every inch of skin they can find. These Demons drown their prey in pleasure, devouring all the juices they squeeze out of their victims to absorb the human spirit within.

There are countless other types of Demons too- all of which pose a great threat to unprepared Exorcists.

When I was still a recruit in the Exorcist Alliance, and I was told of the horror of Demons by my instructor, I had a question-

Since the Demons are so strong, and normal humans cannot hope to resist them- why don’t they come out of their Otherworlds? It would be far quicker for them to directly enter our world to attack.

At the time, my instructor told me that the Otherworlds can be understood as ‘pregnant mothers’. These ‘mothers’ take in the ‘nutrients’ from our world to feed their still-growing ‘babies’ within.

He had laughed, saying that it was ultimately just a theory, and we are still unable to discover the true nature of Demons and the Otherworlds. But I couldn’t laugh then, and I couldn’t laugh now.

As I experienced more and more Otherworlds, I gradually came to believe that my instructor’s theory was correct, though I would express it differently to him.

In my view, the Otherworlds are not mothers, but instead eggs, or ‘wombs’, with Demons inside fed the spirit absorbed passively from our world.

I don’t know what happens when these Demons are finally ready to be born. Is it truly the case that every single Demon been Exorcised- Not one has escaped?

Where do these wombs even come from, and where are the ‘mothers’ they belong to?

Is there another world- beyond these Otherworlds?

All of these questions fill me with dread.

My forebears in the Exorcist Alliance cannot offer answers to my questions, but they could provide me with the skills and techniques to find my own answers. It was from my teachers that I learned that Demons, just like humans, can be drained of their spirit by targetting their sexual desire.

And just like humans, when Demons are drained of their spirit, they wither away.

Demons can absorb the high-grade spirit from Exorcists to grow stronger, but likewise, Exorcists can absorb the high-grade spirit from Demons.

The many different Demons are all adept to bringing pleasure, but the powerful Exorcist blood running through my veins almost me the same. Touching a Demon with my bare skin allows me to bring them great pleasure.

It is because of this that Exorcists don’t go into battle wearing full body armor and instead wear skimpy clothes and bodysuits. Low-class Demons, like the Slug-types that have been appearing before me, can be easily defeated by a rapid-fire footjob, which is why I had to learn to walk without shoes. Even the specialised stirrup stockings I am wearing are an intentional choice, as they allow me to tease my prey with my bare toes.

If I was wearing shoes and normal socks, I would be forced to take them off before even trying to attack these Slug-type Demons, by which point I would have already been attacked.

It was this level of extreme commitment that earned me the title of the ‘Strongest Demon Hunter’. After all, who else would want to walk on this slippery flesh-like floor wearing only stirrup stockings.

Whilst Low-class Demons are simple to destroy with just my feet, High-class Demons, however, require more skilled techniques and they don’t go down with a fight.

Therefore, it’s crucial that the Demon Exorcists who hunt these fiends have strong mental strength, great patience, and immense self-control to avoid being corrupted by lust and sexual desire.

It is the constant struggle of Exorcists like me to drain them of their cum without being tainted by lust.

Walking through the narrow passageway, I sensed a pack of Slug-type Demons ahead.

But it doesn’t matter how many Low-class Demons appear, I won’t let them touch me.

After all, I am the Strongest Demon Hunter.

-

How far have I walked? This Otherworld is larger than any I have seen before, its passageways like umbilical cords bringing me deeper into the otherworldly ‘womb’.

The very nature of Otherworlds is opposed to humans like me, slowly draining me of my spirit whether I am standing still or walking ahead.

If not for the skin-tight protective clothing I was wearing, the years of meditative training I had undergone to protect my spirit and the hordes of low-class demons providing me with their spirit, I would have long since started to tire.

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of strangeness at this unusual Otherworld. Its size, and the density of Demonic Energy within, are both unprecedented. This difference was good, however, as I have never been so close to finding my mother before.

At last, I reached the end of the endlessly long passageway, the cave-like structure opening up into a large, wide space. I sensed instinctively that I had reached the heart of the Otherworld, where, using my analogy, the Demonic ‘embryo’ should be located.

My eyes following the walls, I saw that on the other side of the open space, there was another passageway, which was something I had never discovered in any of the Otherworlds I had destroyed before. There shouldn’t be a passageway, as this was the center of the ‘womb’.

I didn’t have time to ponder where it would lead, however, as my focus was stolen by a figure in the center of the open space.

My breath was stolen in an instant.

“Mother!” I cried as I broke out into a run.

My hard work in being an Exorcist and my determination that she still lived- it was all paying off at this moment as I was finally reunited with my mother.

I couldn’t see her face, but her back was exactly the same shape as that day, her hair still flowing like black ink. She was wearing an Exorcist bodysuit, something I’d only ever seen in photos, but I would never be mistaken.

This was her- my beloved mother that I had been dreaming of for years!

“Mom! Mom! I’ve missed you so much! It’s me, Mizuho-”

“-Gah-?!!?”

I gasped, having been tripped.

Something had tangled around my limbs, interrupting my long-awaited reunion with my mother.

“W-what?!”

There were wet tentacles suddenly growing from the ceiling and floor, locking around my wrists and ankles and tying me up!

I had been sloppy. Caught off guard by the unexpected sight like a complete amateur.

It was only as I struggled, calling out to my mother for help, however, that I realized a chilling detail.

How could my mother be all right, her back the same as I remember, even after all these years?

I had been persistent in my belief that she still lived, but even I wasn’t stubborn enough to think that she could survive in an Otherworld unaffected for ten years.

Rather than standing there, looking no different from the day she disappeared, she should have changed more.

Her back…Her back shouldn’t be the same as I remembered!

Nausea spread through my stomach. I knew that if I gave voice to my doubts that something inside me would break. That my hopes and dreams of reuniting with my mother would pop like a bubble.

But…I had no choice but to voice these doubts-

“You… aren’t… my mother…?”

My mother, or rather, the strange thing in front of me, turned to look me in the eyes.

It was my mother- her face, her eyes- yet the bewitching smile on her face was something I’d never seen before. It was sensual and sinister, and nothing like the mother I knew.

This woman was not my mother.

“What are you?!”

Ignoring my words, she started to walk toward me, her long legs wrapped in black stirrup stocking walking effortlessly over the slippery terrain.

“You…?” The woman said using my mother’s voice. Her eyes were disrespectful, her gaze roaming across my suspended body and digging into my curves in a way that no mother would ever look at her child.

“You called me mother? Are you that woman’s daughter?”

My heart felt like it was about to be shattered, the rapid rise from hope to despair torturing me. The fake mother seemed to take my silence as an affirmation, however, and continued talking.

“It’s so amusing… that a mother and daughter are both Exorcists,” She chuckled, stepping closer to me.

Before I could adjust to this new distance, the woman unexpectedly squeezed my breast, her fingers savagely digging into my tender flesh. My mother was the most precious thing to me, yet I couldn’t stop this imposter from using her image whilst defiling me, nor could I stop a squeal from escaping my lips.

“Hiiie-?!”

As I was caught between heartbreak and humiliation, the woman began to mercilessly play with my chest, molding my breasts within her hands and pinching my hopelessly erect nipples. My bodysuit could offer resistance against the Demonic Energy in the air, but it could do nothing against this woman’s horrific touch.

She insisted on toying and teasing my nipples even as I glared at her, writhing against my bindings. Yet, just when I thought she was done, she began to run her finger down my stomach.

She started poking and prodding at my slim stomach, rubbing my belly button and spreading it with her vile touch. She then wrapped her arms around my hips and started to squeeze my buttocks.

Humiliation and fury coursed through me as she groped and squeezed, I felt as though I was a piece of meat at the market being inspected by a prospective buyer.

It was then that the woman pulled back, only for her finge

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