Peter Pan-19: Mikoto's Dogeza
Mikoto's dogeza lacked the sheer visual impact compared to Yukiko's when judged purely on aesthetics. It couldn't hold a candle to the sleek, flowing lines of her back and waist, or the stunning beauty of those massive hips.
"I'm sorry..."
But her whimpering, choked voice, the soft and plump ass peeking out despite being hidden, and those breasts spilling sideways against the floor and her body—they had a unique charm all their own, one that belonged only to Mikoto.
"If you could take a moment to review this, Master, I would be grateful."
Yukiko handed me a few sheets of paper. As I looked them over, they turned out to be the doctor's assessment of Mikoto's health.
Physical Condition: The throat injury is better than expected with luck on our side. Normal conversation is fine as long as she avoids shouting or overuse; continued treatment could restore it fully. Arm and leg wounds will need more time to heal completely without scars, but nothing immediately threatening to health.
But the psychological evaluation was filled with troubling notes.
• Excessive dependence on owner: To a level making normal life impossible; appears to deify the owner.
• Decision-making and self-judgment: Severe psychological distress and anxiety when making choices, judgments, or expressing likes/dislikes—even having them.
• Self-deprecating tendencies: Deeply ingrained; distrusts praise or kind words, readily accepts commanding tones.
Yukiko sidled up close to me, whispering cautiously in my ear.
"Letting a bitch like that cling to you is disgusting and utterly unreasonable, but if you leave her be, she'll die."
"You're even thinking about Mikoto..."
"I have no reason to care about trash like her. I just figured you wouldn't be able to handle it, Master."
I'd meant it as praise, but Yukiko's expression subtly hardened, as if she'd taken offense. She bowed politely and left my room.
Now it was just me and Mikoto, sprawled vulnerably on the floor.
"Please don't throw me away..."
"Well, if you like it here, you can stay as long as you want."
"Punish me..."
Part of me wanted to tell her there was no need, but the words from the report flashed in my mind.
"Punishment doesn't mean making you stand with your hands up... Eh, whatever."
I gave her ass the lightest tap imaginable.
"Eep! Hiiik!"
"Ow? Did I mess up the strength?"
"N-no! Hit me harder! Give this wicked bitch who doesn't know your mercy a ruthless punishment!"
I scooped Mikoto up effortlessly and carried her to the bed. She trembled in terror.
"No need to push yourself."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
She was so frozen up, I felt bad even touching her.
"I like Mikoto-chan."
Her rag-like clothes peeled off with ridiculous ease. Tossing them in the corner revealed her naked body in full.
"Th-thank you for rejoicing in this lowly body..."
Her small, cute face; those huge breasts disproportionate to her petite frame; the soft, jiggly belly and ass; her thighs—everything about Mikoto was on display.
"You can relax a bit more."
"N-no, I can't..."
Mikoto shook her pale face side to side. Touching her in this weakened state felt like molesting a child, stirring guilt. But kicking her out now wouldn't help matters.
Steeled my resolve and placed a hand on her breast, gently kneading the edges with both palms.
"Haaah..."
Mikoto's eyes squeezed shut as she sobbed, radiating eroticism—but I wasn't convinced it was pure lust. It could be the unhealed wounds reacting, or just her tension making every touch hypersensitive.
Cautiously, I pressed my lips to hers. She neither resisted nor reciprocated, just trembled with eyes closed. I slipped my tongue between her lips, exploring every corner of her mouth.
When the kiss ended, Mikoto's face was dazed just the right amount.
"Can you cup your breasts with both hands?"
"Y-yes..."
Her small hands gathered those massive tits together. Without prompting, she climbed on top of me, tugged down my pants, and freed my cock.
"M-Master bro's cock... It's so big... so hot... Nngh..."
She nestled it between her breasts. Her clumsy tit-fuck wasn't that stimulating, but her earnest face was plenty arousing.
"Churp, chuu..."
Her lips tentatively brushing the tip sent a jolt through me. When she squeezed her breasts tight with both arms, it created some pressure—though more like pudding enveloping my dick than a real clamp, all soft and fluffy.
Mikoto paused sucking to sniff my cock deeply, rubbing her nose against it.
"Bro... you're mean..."
"Huh?"
"If you'd shown me this huge ultimate cock from the start... I would've submitted quietly without resisting..."
Maybe the saliva-mixing was kicking in the aphrodisiac effect; her body was heating up gradually.
"I'd have realized right away I was a female onahole and begged to dogeza on your cock in absolute obedience..."
Hearing her spout such filth in that clear, high-pitched anime-girl voice—like something from a hentai—drew a chuckle from me.
"No need to overdo it."
"Over... do it?"
"I mean you don't have to act. Just be natural and say what you feel."
Mikoto stopped her caresses. Her expression darkened briefly as she climbed fully atop me.
"You knew I was acting all along?"
"Nah, it was obvious from the slave market onward, right?"
Her acting was top-tier, hard to spot unless you paid close attention—but you could tell if it was her persona or genuine.
But Mikoto's reaction differed from what I'd expected.
"I see... So what should Mikoto do now?"
Tears welled in her eyes again. Feeling I'd said something wrong, I wiped them away.
"If I just speak my real feelings... all I'd do is cry and apologize all day... But that'd make Master bro sad..."
"Would it?"
"I-I don't know. Sex is my first time, meeting someone as good as bro is my first, having someone I need to atone to like bro is my first, meeting someone as great as bro is my first. I don't even know what a 'natural' reaction is..."
She wore the same sad expression as when she'd first entered the room.
"It's not that I hate the acting. You do it because you like me and want to be a cool version of yourself, right? I just meant no need to strain too hard."
"And... even if it's acting, it's not insincere... It's just that anime lines are the only way I know to express my feelings..."
Her blushing face was adorable.
"Sorry, wasn't trying to call you out. Ruined the mood, huh."
I sat up abruptly, shoving my cock into her mouth to let her suck the pre-cum. She froze momentarily at the sudden huge intrusion before her face, then diligently lapped even at the urethra.
Her expression melted into pleasure.
"It's huge, slurp, chuu, mmph... No one could fit a monster cock like this in their mouth..."
"Haha..."
"Th-that look? Yukiko sucked this? How?"
Talking about another woman in bed seemed tactless, so I'd held back—but Mikoto astutely read the implication in my laugh. After fumbling with her mouth and jaw, she gave up trying to take it all.
"Mikoto can't do it... Help me, Master... Grab my head tight and force me into a mouth-pussy onahole. I don't care if I suffocate..."
Her open-mouthed invitation was sinfully depraved.
"We can try that later, but for now, let's wait till your wounds heal, okay?"
I gently stroked her bright golden hair to soothe her.
"How about this instead?"
Grabbing her arms, I pinned her to the bed. The restraint itself seemed to ignite her arousal; she struggled futilely to break free.
"Nngh... Can't move. I'm gonna get raped. Turn into a cock slave..."
Her pleading face wasn't the guilt-ridden seriousness from before. It was seductive, laced with coquettish lust.
"Can't even resist as your cock climbs up to my tits and pounds me senseless, reduced to begging 'cock please, cock please' like a bitch in heat..."
Watching her writhe and rub her thighs together, I felt like dragging this out might be fun. When I released her, she panicked briefly before lust overtook her, lunging to suck my cock.
But it was like a thirsty man drinking seawater—worsening her condition. The arousal from sniffing and feeling it paled against the surge from swallowing pre-cum.
"Put it in me..."
She realized it too, alternating eager sucking with loving, pleading gazes.
Mikoto was sufficiently prepared.