章 30: Chapter: 30 Write the word 'bitch' for me!

"Raise the Qi upright, maintain stability in the movement, unify the waist and legs, and sink the Qi into the Dantian!"

In the Busujima Dojo, Enzo was instructing Kotonoha with a stern tone, teaching her the so-called sword skills.

If one were to listen only to the words, it might seem like a legitimate lesson in martial arts, but the real scene was anything but that.

"Woo...oo..."

Kotonoha's face turned a deep crimson as she stood in a wide horse stance. Her legs were spread apart, her hands tightly clenched, and her teeth gritted as if she were enduring something intense.

Her posture was similar to that of someone riding a horse—yet no ordinary person would be involved in such a scenario.

Especially since a piece of white rice paper was carefully placed beneath her naked body.

"Now, write the word 'bitch' for me."

Enzo commanded, held a pointer, and struck the pair of heavy breasts on Kotonoha's chest.

"Ye-Yes!"

Kotonoha stammered, nodded slightly, and then began to twist her snow-white butt.

Enzo looked at the purple bamboo brush, firmly inserted into the girl's virgin anus. Kotonoha, still maintaining her horse stance, slowly twisted her hips, desperately trying to write the word "bitch" on the paper below with the brush.

It would have been challenging enough to write the word in English, but in Japanese, the characters for "bitch" spelled out as "female dog" posed an even greater challenge.

No matter how diligently Kotonoha tried, it was just wishful thinking to write the word "female" with the brush in her asshole!

In less than a moment, her strokes were so messy on the white paper that it was impossible to tell what was written on it.

"Stupid dog!" Enzo scolded, swiftly slapping Kotonoha's nipples with the pointer.

"Ahh..."

Kotonoha immediately let out a lustful cry, and the whip-stricken nipples instantly stood tall like two bright agates.

In addition to daily medicinal baths over the past two days, Enzo also gave her a lot of highly concentrated love potions, which truly nourished and penetrated her from the inside out.

She was constantly on edge due to the treatments, and a constant, burning desire clouded her mind. Her body flushed with heat daily, constantly hovering on the brink of uncontrollable orgasm.

Even now, she found what should have been a punishment to be more of a reward.

"You're still a virgin! So why are you so shamelessly excited?" Enzo teased her, poking her stiff nipples with the pointer.

"Because... I-I'm a slut, a slut, a slut." Kotonoha confessed without hesitation, and her voice trembled with excitement.

Over the past few days, Enzo had thoroughly conditioned this girl, who had a weak personality and a hypersensitive body. She was nearly ready to assume the role Enzo had been preparing her for—that of his obedient, sexy bitch.

"It's about time you shaved your pubic hair. So, when do you plan to lose your virginity?"

Enzo's voice was smooth as he moved the pointer over Kotonoha's lower body, deliberately brushing against her pubic hair. His question was both casual and imposing.

While some men might prefer a pussy with a neat ring of pubic hair, Enzo had a different preference for the first virgin he was training. He found the idea of her being completely bare more enticing and more fun.

Of course, for Manami, it was different—he wanted her to grow a silky inverted triangle of hair above her pussy, which would be in contrast to the smoothness he'd impose on Kotonoha.

"Slut… ah... Master, please tell me!"

Kotonoha whimpered, feeling the cold pointer press against her mons. Lust clouded her mind, and she instinctively pushed her hips forward, desperate to rub her clitoris against the tip of the pointer.

But when she recalled how, just two nights ago, Enzo tied her limbs in a spread-eagle position during her masturbation, leaving her exposed and helpless throughout the night in the heat, and how the frustration nearly drove her mad, Kotonoha immediately suppressed her thoughts.

Now, she didn't dare touch herself without his permission. Her only hope was that he would finally grant her the release she so desperately craved.

'It seems a chastity belt might be necessary,' Enzo mused with a wicked grin, watching Kotonoha squirm beneath his gaze.

'If I wasn't keeping an eye on her, she might have already scratched herself raw with those fingers of hers.'

He knew that with a single word, Kotonoha would present herself to him, begging for him to take her virginity. But he wasn't willing for that—not yet. This wasn't about her pleasure; it was about his.

Enzo was here to play, not to be played.

After what happened with Manami Katsura, the sow, he was determined not to let Kotonoha turn into something similar.

There was no need to rush; it was better to savor the process.

Creak! Creak!

As Enzo pondered what kind of chastity belt would best suit Kotonoha, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed outside the door.

"Lord, Mrs. Katsura is here for a visit!"

The servant's voice rang out clearly from the hallway. As a member of the Busujima family's household staff, it was essential to adhere strictly to one's duties. The servants knew nothing of what the house head did behind closed doors, nor did they question the frequent visits of Mrs. Katsura, who always arrived dressed in the most coquettish and alluring outfits.

But no matter the circumstances, it was always best to inform first.

"Tell her to come back in five minutes!"

Enzo gave an order and got up from the chair.

The servant obeyed the order and retreated. Since the house head had ordered five minutes, he would let the other party enter the courtyard exactly in five minutes. There would never be a minute more or less.

Such was the hallmark of a well-trained servant in a prestigious family.

"Open your mouth!"

Taking out a ball gag from the drawer, the man instructed Kotonoha.

When she heard that her mother was coming, the girl was obviously panicked, and the brush in her butt began shaking left and right.

It was obvious that even though she had been trained for several days, when facing Manami, Kotonoha still felt fear and shame from the bottom of her heart.

But Enzo found pleasure in her distress. If she became too numb to the situation, it would spoil his fun.

"Go in!"

Stuffing the gag ball in Kotonoha's mouth, Enzo took out a huge suitcase-type box and said to Kotonoha.

Without hesitation, Kotonoha obeyed, slipping inside the box. The interior's bizarre design, narrow and confining, forced her to lie on her side. Various restraints immediately locked her in place, leaving her body almost completely immobilized.

Once she was secured, Enzo snapped the lid shut and pushed the box upright. Kotonoha's perspective shifted abruptly as her head was forced back, leaving her staring upward.

Her knees pressed into her abdomen, her legs bent painfully, and her large breasts squeezed tightly against the sides of the box.

Knock! Knock!

The sudden sound startled Kotonoha. To her shock, the walls of the box began to turn transparent, as if made of one-way glass. She could see everything outside, but those on the outside couldn't see in—at least, that's what she hoped.

"Master Busujima!"

Before Kotonoha could fully grasp the situation, she saw her mother, Manami, enter the room with a smile, completely unaware of her daughter's hidden presence.

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