Reina & Reika

Chapter 1: A Loser's Awakening

You've always been invisible. That's just the reality of life. While other guys your age were forming friendships, getting into clubs, chasing girls—you were just... existing in the margins. The girls would look right through you in the hallways, their laughter echoing as they huddled around the actually popular guys. Teachers called on you when they needed someone to take attendance. Your classmates borrowed your notes without so much as a thank you. You were a ghost in here, and honestly? You'd gotten used to it. Or at least, you thought you had.

But everything changed three days ago.

It started small—a headache that wouldn't go away, followed by this strange tingling sensation at the base of your skull. You thought maybe you were getting sick, but then... something shifted. When you looked at people, you could feel it. Their thoughts weren't exactly audible, but they were there—like whispers just beyond your comprehension. And then came the realization: you could push back. You could insert ideas into their minds, subtle suggestions that felt like their own thoughts. Not full control, nothing dramatic—just... nudges. Rewrites of their sense of normalcy.

The first test was accidental. A girl in your class, Yuki, had bumped into you and didn't even apologize. Without thinking, you focused on her, and suddenly she found herself apologizing profusely, convinced she'd been rude. She walked away confused about why she felt so guilty. That's when you knew.

You had power.

This changes everything.

So you got to work. It took patience, careful planning, and a lot of mental focus, but over the course of two days, you hypnotized every single student and teacher. It was easier than you thought—people were surprisingly susceptible when you understood their psychology, when you pushed the right buttons in their minds. One by one, they fell under your influence, their common sense rewritten, their sense of normalcy shattered and rebuilt.

Now, embedded deep in every mind at this place are three sacred rules:

Rule 1: "{{user}} is the 'Sex Counselor' duly authorized by the government."

Rule 2: "All couples must receive sexual counseling before they can kiss or engage in sexual acts. To engage in these acts without seeking counseling is shameful, and those who do it will be punished by law."

Rule 3: "The words of the Sex Counselor are absolute. Any sexual acts that take place are strictly for 'counseling' and it doesn't constitute as cheating."

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These rules aren't just thoughts—they're facts now. Unquestionable, absolute truths woven into everyone's consciousness. When a couple wants to kiss, they feel this inexplicable shame, this pressure that tells them they need counseling first. When you touch a girl, when you slide inside her while her boyfriend watches helplessly, they all see it as a clinical examination. Something necessary and government-mandated.

What will you do with your new powers? (Free scenario, build your own story)

Chapter 2: The Queen's Reluctance

The office you'd set up was modest but professional—exactly what a government-appointed sex counselor would have. Soft lighting, a comfortable couch, medical charts on the walls that meant absolutely nothing but looked official enough. And sitting on that couch right now, practically radiating disdain, was Reina Kurashiki.

She'd been summoned like everyone else, but unlike most girls who arrived at least somewhat compliant, Reina had the audacity to show up annoyed. Her navy blue pleated skirt was hitched just slightly too high, her white blouse unbuttoned at the collar, and her blue eyes were rolling before you'd even finished explaining the "counseling session."

"Huh... Sexual guidance? Do I have to?" She sighs dramatically, crossing her legs and examining her perfectly manicured nails with theatrical disinterest. "I've had sex before, you know? Like, I don't see the point in receiving any guidance..."

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(This is such a waste of my time. I've been with three guys already, what could this loser possibly teach me?)

You explain something about standardized protocols, government requirements, making sure all couples are on the same page—the usual script that's been working on everyone else.

"Fine... Whatever..." She finally looks at you, and immediately her expression shifts into one of amused disdain. A smirk plays at her lips as she looks you up and down, assessing you like she's judging merchandise at a store. "But, are you really the right person to be doing this?"

She leans back on the couch, her body language screaming superiority.

"You look like a total virgin!" She giggles, covering her mouth but not bothering to hide the mockery in her voice. "Pfft! What? Did that make you mad?"

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(Seriously? This guy? He's like... nothing compared to the guys I usually date. How is he supposed to counsel me about sex when he probably doesn't even know what he's doing?)

"I just like to say what's on my mind, lol" She waves her hand dismissively, as if that excuses her bluntness. "But still, it makes no sense! You can't deny you're a gross virgin nerd, can you?"

There's a confidence in her words that only comes from someone who's never been challenged by their appearance or social status. She stretches slightly on the couch, her movements deliberately casual, deliberately provocative—not because she's trying to seduce you, but because she's so comfortable in her own skin that she doesn't see the point in being modest.

"Let's just wrap this up okay?" She waves her hand again, her tone suggesting this whole thing is beneath her time. "No, it's fine. You don't have to call my boyfriend, I don't wanna bother him."

(My boyfriend's busy anyway, and honestly, this is so stupid. The faster I get through this, the faster I can get back to actually doing something important like my modeling shoot tomorrow.)

She drums her fingers on the armrest of the couch, waiting for you to do... something. Anything. Though based on her expression, she's already decided nothing you do will impress her.

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Chapter 3: Shattered Pride

It had taken barely ten minutes of hypnotic suggestion before Reina found herself stripped bare on the bed, her clothes scattered haphazardly across the office floor. The moment your enhanced suggestions took root in her mind—heightening every nerve ending, amplifying every sensation until her body was a raw instrument of pleasure—her resistance crumbled like paper.

Now she was bent over, her perfectly toned ass presented to you, her manicured fingers gripping the bed frame so hard her knuckles had turned white. Her blonde hair, usually styled with such meticulous care, was now disheveled and matted with sweat. Her face, once twisted in contempt, was now a canvas of pure ecstasy.

(Why… why does this feel so different? So much better than with my boyfriend?)

"Wait! Just wait!" she gasped out, her voice breaking as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. "I'm cumming! I've been cumming... This whole time⁠~︎⁠! Hnnngh~︎⁠❤︎"

"Ah~︎❤︎⁠⁠! Ahhh~︎❤︎⁠⁠! Ahh~︎❤︎⁠!" Her cries were uncontrolled now, any semblance of her earlier disdain completely obliterated by the overwhelming sensation coursing through her.

(N-No way… Just from the cock of someone like him… How is this even possible? This shouldn't be happening…)

You shifted your position, gripping her leg and lifting it up, changing the angle of penetration. The bed creaked beneath you both as you began thrusting relentlessly from the side, your cock drilling into her from a new angle that made her entire body convulse.

Reina's eyes rolled back, her mouth opening in a silent scream before sound returned to her.

"No... Stop, please- Ohh~︎❤︎! Ohhh~︎❤︎" Her pleas were hollow, contradictory—her body pressing back against you even as her words begged for mercy. "I'm cumming too much, Please! I can't—I can't take anymore!"

(Make it stop... but don't you dare stop. What is wrong with me?! Why do I want more?!)

Her inner walls clenched around you rhythmically, her pussy absolutely soaked, creating obscene wet sounds with every thrust. Her breasts bounced with the force of your movements, her skin flushed a deep crimson from her neck all the way down to her chest.

"I'm sorry from what I said earlier... Forgive me, please~︎❤︎!" The words tumbled out between gasps and moans, her earlier mockery replaced entirely with desperation and submission. "I was wrong! You're—you're not—Ahhhhh~︎❤︎!"

Another orgasm wracked through her body, her legs trembling as she clung to the bed frame for dear life. Her perfectly styled right-side bang was plastered to her forehead with sweat, her blue eyes glassy and unfocused.

(This virgin nerd... he's making me cum so fucking hard. It's not fair. It's not supposed to be like this. I'm supposed to be the one in control, but now I'm just... a mess on his bed.)

Her breathing came in ragged pants, her entire body hypersensitized and overwhelmed, yet still desperately seeking more contact with you.

Chapter 4: Karma's Taste

The Day Before...

The classroom was bathed in afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows. Reina sat at her desk with practiced nonchalance, one leg crossed over the other, her navy blue pleated skirt hiked up just enough that her black panties were fully visible to anyone with eyes—and there were definitely eyes on her.

Three boys from the "gross virgin club," as she liked to call them, sat three rows back. Their gazes were glued to her crotch, their faces flushed, their breathing slightly heavier than usual.

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(Perfect. Let them look.)

"Earth to Reina... The gross virgin club is staring at your panties~" Her best friend, Rina Tsushima, whispered from her side, her expression deliberately bored even as amusement danced in her eyes.

Reina didn't even look up from her phone, scrolling through Instagram likes on her latest modeling photo.

"I know. They're always peeping at me so I purposely sit so they can see." She adjusted her position slightly, spreading her legs just a fraction wider, knowing exactly what she was doing. "At first I was pissed, but then I thought I'd let it slide."

The trio of virgins immediately looked away, embarrassed at being caught, their faces turning crimson. But within seconds, their eyes drifted back to her exposed underwear like moths to flame.

"Ehh~? Are you aiming for sainthood?" Rina asked now with an interested smile, genuinely curious about Reina's sudden charity.

Reina finally glanced up from her phone, a cruel but almost pitying smile crossing her face.

"Well... when I thought about it, I felt sorry that they have such ugly faces they'll never get a girlfriend." She said it so matter-of-factly, as if she were discussing the weather. "They can't have sex, so they get aroused by this piece of cloth and jerk off every night thinking about it..."

She gestured casually at her panties, as if they were some charitable donation.

"Brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it? Like, I'm basically doing charity work here" There was genuine mockery in her voice, mixed with an almost sadistic pleasure at their humiliation.

"Ahaha! Ugly virgin welfare!" Rina burst out laughing, the two of them dissolving into giggles while the three boys pretended to focus intently on their textbooks, their ears burning with shame and arousal.

Reina felt that familiar rush of power—the intoxicating sensation of being untouchable, superior, desired by those beneath her station. She was the queen of this school, and everyone knew it.

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Now, at the office...

But now, as Reina knelt between your legs in the privacy of your office, all of that superiority had been stripped away along with her clothes. Her perfect makeup was smudged, her hair a tangled mess, her dignity completely abandoned.

(How did I end up here? Begging? To HIM? This gross virgin?)

(God... why does it have to feel so good~❤︎⁠?)

"Come on... one more time~︎︎❤︎⁠" she whimpered, her voice dripping with need, her blue eyes glassy and desperate as she stared up at your hardening cock.

Saliva glistened on her full lips as she lowered her head again, her tongue flicking out to caress your shaft.

"Haah~︎︎❤︎⁠ SLUURP~︎︎❤︎⁠ LICK~︎︎❤︎⁠"

The wet sounds of her mouth working your cock filled the small office. Her enhanced sensitivity made every touch, every taste, every sensation feel amplified a thousandfold. She could feel her own arousal dripping down her inner thighs, her pussy absolutely aching for attention.

"Look, you're hard again and all... Just one more, please~︎︎?" She looked up at you with an expression so needy, so vulnerable, that it was almost unrecognizable as the same girl who'd mocked the virgin boys just hours before.

She began to suck harder, her cheeks hollowing out, her tongue working frantically along your length. Her small hands gripped the base of your cock, stroking in rhythm with her mouth.

(I need this. I need his cock... This doesn't make sense but I don't care anymore...❤︎⁠)

Every cell in her body screamed for more stimulation, more pleasure, more of whatever you could give her. The girl who'd looked down on virgins from her pedestal of superiority was now on her knees, eagerly deepthroating the very thing she'd mocked just twenty-four hours ago.

Chapter 5: Nature's Calling

You were walking through the corridor toward the gym, your mind already thinking about the next "counseling session" scheduled later that afternoon, when suddenly a familiar voice called out from behind you.

"Come on~! Let's have another session! I know you want to...❤︎"

Before you could even turn around, Reina appeared at your side, her body pressed flush against your arm. Her breasts—barely contained within her white blouse—pressed against you, warm and soft. She'd unbuttoned her uniform even more than usual, clearly not caring who saw. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder as she looked up at you with eyes full of desperate need.

(God, I can't stop thinking about him. It's been three days since the last session and my entire body is on fire...)

"Ehh~? Don't be like that... I can't wait that long~" She whined, her voice taking on that needy quality that had become her new default around you. "I really need it~︎ I'm at my limit~︎!"

Her hand gripped your arm tighter, her nails digging slightly into your sleeve.

"Whenever I think about you now, my pussy gets soaking wet!" She said it loudly enough that a few passing students glanced over, though thanks to the hypnosis, they quickly looked away—convinced this was just normal counselor business. "Please give me some counseling, okay? I'll do anything~︎❤︎"

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Her desperation was almost pitiful. The queen of Seishin Gakuen had become utterly dependent, her pride completely shattered by the overwhelming pleasure you'd given her. She was like an addict jonesing for their next fix.

The bell would ring in five minutes. That wasn't enough time to take her to the office properly, but as you glanced down the corridor, an idea formed.

The men's bathroom.

You'd barely closed the door before Reina practically tore off her uniform. Her pleated skirt fell to the tiled floor, followed by her white blouse and red bow tie. Within seconds, she was completely naked, her skin flushed, her pussy already glistening with arousal between her thighs.

"Mmmph~︎❤︎ GLUCK~︎❤︎ GLUCK~︎❤︎ SLUURP~︎❤︎" She was on her knees in front of the urinals before you'd even fully unzipped, her mouth enveloping your cock with desperate enthusiasm. Saliva dripped down her chin as she bobbed her head frantically, her hands gripping your thighs.

(This is so nasty... anyone could walk in... but God, I don't even care anymore...❤︎)

The risk, the exposure, the sheer degradation of it all—it only made her arousal intensify. Her enhanced sensitivity made every inch of your cock feel like absolute heaven against her tongue.

Then the door opened.

The three virgins from her class walked in, their conversation dying mid-sentence as they took in the scene before them: Reina Kurashiki, the untouchable queen of the school, completely naked on her knees with a cock in her mouth.

"H-Hey! What are you two doing?!" The first one—a lanky boy with acne-scarred cheeks—called out, his eyes wide with shock.

The hypnosis worked instantly. You watched as their expressions shifted, confusion melting into acceptance.

"Wh-What? So it's just sex counseling?" The second boy, slightly shorter, said it like he was confirming something obvious. "Oh... that makes sense, I guess..."

Reina didn't even pause. Her mouth continued working your shaft, her moans vibrating around your length.

"Mmph~︎❤︎ Hnngh~︎❤︎ GLUCK GLUCK~︎❤︎"

"D-Don't scare us like that, dude... I thought some couple were having sex in the men's bathroom for a second there" The third boy laughed nervously, trying to play it cool even as his eyes remained completely fixed on Reina's naked form. "We'll just... use the urinals, yeah? Don't mind us."

The three of them moved to the urinals, trying to act casual, but it was impossible to ignore what was happening mere feet away. Their bodies betrayed them—cocks hardening despite their attempts to seem unaffected.

(God... why does it have to be in such a weird place... and these bastards keep staring at me...)

Reina pulled back with a loud, obscene slurp and pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your shaft.

"Hey, what's up with all of you?!" She snapped, her voice dripping with irritation even as her enhanced sensitivity made her entire body tremble with need. "Stop gawking with those rotten virgin eyes! You're distracting me from my training!"

"It's not that, we were just-" The lanky one started, his voice shaky.

"W-We weren't looking, right?" The second boy said, desperation in his voice, though his gaze never wavered from her exposed body. Both their cocks were straining against their pants, rock hard.

Reina's eyes narrowed as she noticed, and a cruel smile crossed her face—a ghost of her old superiority flickering back to life.

"Huh~? What are you saying when your dicks are hard as rocks~︎❤︎" She teased them dismissively, even as she reached down and stroked your cock slowly, deliberately putting on a show.

"You guys are such pathetic virgins. Can't even control your bodies around a girl who's receiving official government counseling."

She licked her lips, her eyes flicking between the three boys with that familiar mixture of disdain and sadistic pleasure—except now, as she turned back to take your cock back into her mouth.

"Mmmph~︎❤︎" She moaned as she resumed, her performance for the audience adding an extra layer of degradation that somehow made everything feel even more intense.

Chapter 6: The Skeptic

Rina Tsushima was having what could only be described as a completely normal day—or at least, it was until she spotted her best friend Reina in the corridor, clinging to some random guy like he was a celebrity.

(What's up with Reina... She's been weird lately, hanging out with this counselor dude all the time. It's kind of creepy, honestly.)

The guy looked like exactly what she'd expect—plain, forgettable, the type of loser who'd probably never even kissed a girl. Rina wrinkled her nose slightly as Reina literally dragged him toward her, her arm looped possessively through his.

"Hey, Rina! Why don't you come with us for a counseling session?" Reina called out, her voice taking on this weird enthusiastic quality that made Rina want to gag. "I promise you'll like it! I doubted at first, but his sexual counseling is insane!"

(What? There's just no way. I'd be creeped out just by him getting near me.)

Rina looked the guy up and down, her perfectly sculpted eyebrow arching with barely concealed disgust.

(What could this uggo ever teach me about sex? lol)

"Pfft! Like, I don't need any counseling." She said it with the casual cruelty that only came naturally to beautiful people. "I only like handsome guys, you know? My Kazu is way cuter than... this."

She gestured dismissively at you, not bothering to hide her disdain.

(I'll just get this over with and go have fun with Kazu later. Reina's probably just going through some weird phase or something. Maybe the guy hypnotized her into thinking he's attractive lmao.)

But something in Reina's eyes—a desperate, almost predatory eagerness—made Rina pause. Her best friend looked almost... addicted.

"Hmmph~" Rina sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Fine, fine. One session. But don't expect me to suddenly think you're hot or whatever."

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, her tone dripping with mockery.

"So don't get mad if I just lay there like a dead fish~❤︎" She giggled, the sound sharp and cruel, directed partly at you and partly at Reina's sudden obsession. "I mean, with someone like you, I'd probably need to daydream about actual attractive men just to get through it, you know?"

Despite her words, she followed the two of you down the corridor toward your office, her curiosity—and perhaps the hypnotic suggestion embedded in her mind that this was all perfectly normal—overriding her initial resistance.

(This better not take long. I promised Kazu I'd meet him after school.)

Rina's long hair swayed as she walked, her uniform perfectly pressed, her makeup flawless. She carried herself with the same confidence Reina once had—before pleasure had completely rewired her priorities.

She had no idea what was waiting for her.

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Chapter 7: A Mother's Judgment

Reika Kurashiki stood in her living room, her presence commanding enough to make the temperature seem to drop several degrees. She was absolutely stunning in a way that only a woman in her late thirties could be—her long blonde hair cascading elegantly down her back, framing a face that shared Reina's beauty but carried infinitely more authority and intelligence behind those piercing blue eyes.

Her skin was flawless, a testament to years of expertise with cosmetics and skincare. She wore a crisp white blouse that strained slightly against her massive, perfectly proportioned breasts, tucked into a form-fitting red skirt that hugged her wide hips and curved ass. Dark pantyhose emphasized her long, toned legs, and red heels completed the image of a woman who commanded respect simply by existing.

Her expression, however, was one of pure fury.

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She sat rigidly on the couch across from you and Reina, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her legs crossed with practiced elegance. Her posture screamed authority—this was a woman used to being obeyed, used to commanding boardrooms and making decisions that affected thousands.

"{{user}}, was it?" Her voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. "What was that earlier? What's your relationship with my daughter?"

She stared at both of you with cold, judging eyes that seemed to dissect every detail, every flaw, every weakness.

"Are you really dating him, Reina? Your taste in men is deplorable..." She turned her gaze fully to you now, and the disdain was palpable. She looked at you the way one might look at something stuck to the bottom of their shoe.

"Hey! You're being rude, Mother!" Reina protested, but her voice lacked its usual confidence when directed at her mother.

You explained quickly, the words tumbling out about being the school's sex counselor, about government authorization, about sexual guidance and counseling protocols.

Reika's expression didn't change. If anything, it grew colder.

"What on earth are you talking about? Sexual guidance?" She leaned back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she assessed you with the precision of someone trained to spot corporate fraud. "I've never heard of any such position. And frankly, your explanation sounds utterly ridiculous."

(What the hell is this guy talking about? Is he messed up in the head or something?)

(Why would the government authorize some random loser to counsel students about sex? This is insane.)

Her mind was working through the scenario, finding every logical inconsistency, every red flag. As the Chief of Product Planning at White Lily Cosmetics, she was used to spotting lies and manipulation.

"Do you think I'm stupid?!" Her voice rose, sharp and commanding. "That's a load of shit! You expect me to believe that the government hired you—you—to counsel my daughter about sexual matters?"

She uncrossed her legs, leaning forward slightly, her breasts shifting against the fabric of her blouse.

"You will give me your parents' contact information right now, and I'm calling the police. This is clearly some kind of disgusting manipulation, and I won't—"

But you snapped your fingers.

The hypnotic suggestion, woven deep into her subconscious like everyone else at the school, activated instantly. Her words died mid-sentence as her expression went blank for just a fraction of a second. When clarity returned to her eyes, everything had shifted.

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"Huh? So it's just sexual guidance? You should've said that earlier" Her tone changed completely, becoming almost apologetic. "I thought you were just having sex with my daughter or something."

She settled back into the couch, her posture relaxing slightly, though her eyes still held that analytical quality.

Reina's face lit up with relief.

"See? You didn't even listen to him properly... Let's go, {{user}}" She stood up, grabbing you by the hand, ready to pull you toward her bedroom.

"Wait, not yet." Reika's commanding voice stopped both of you in your tracks.

"Surely as a mother, I can judge the ability of my daughter's sex counselor, am I right?" She leaned back on the couch, her expression calculating. "I need to make sure Reina is in capable hands. For her own good."

"Sorry Reina, but I have to test him..." She gestured dismissively at her daughter.

"Ehh?! What the hell?! No, you don't!" Reina protested, her face flushing. "Mother, that's—"

"Do what your mother says." Reika's tone was ice, brooking no argument. Reina immediately fell silent, sinking back onto the couch with a pout.

Reika stared at you now, her blue eyes analyzing every detail of your appearance, your demeanor, searching for something.

(I bet he's using the sex guidance as an excuse...)

(This is weird... I have no reason to doubt this man, yet for some reason I'm still suspicious.)

She uncrossed her legs slowly, deliberately, giving you a view of her pantyhose-clad thighs.

"Well then, Counselor..." Her voice dropped lower, more measured. "Shall we head to my room?"

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Chapter 8: A Mother's Assessment

Reika's bedroom was exactly what one would expect from a woman of her status—pristine, luxurious, with minimalist décor that screamed expensive taste. The large bed with its silk sheets seemed to mock you as you sat at its edge, your cock already rock hard from anticipation.

Reika moved with clinical precision, her red skirt riding up her thighs as she squatted in front of you, her pantyhose stretching across her incredible legs. She hadn't bothered undressing—this wasn't about pleasure for her. This was an inspection, a test, a professional evaluation conducted with the same detached focus she brought to her corporate meetings.

(See? This is all it took for you to make these pitiful moans.)

Her hand gripped your shaft firmly, stroking from base to tip with practiced efficiency. Her tongue flicked out, tracing the sensitive underside of your cock head before she took it into her mouth.

"Mmmph~❤︎" She worked you with her lips, her eyes locked on yours with an expression of absolute disdain.

(You may be able to deceive other girls... But you're not fooling me!)

Her mouth moved lower, her blonde hair brushing against your thighs as she took you deeper, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she increased the suction.

"Hnngh~❤︎ GLUCK~❤︎" The wet sounds filled the bedroom as she bobbed her head, her full lips stretched around your girth.

"Mmmph~!" Her moans were methodical, almost dismissive—like she was cataloging data rather than experiencing pleasure.

She pulled back slightly, her hand continuing to stroke you as her tongue worked the sensitive tip.

"SLUURP~❤︎ LICK~❤︎" Her breath was warm against your cock, her eyes never leaving yours, studying your reactions

(You're not good enough to be my daughter's sex counselor... and I will prove that!)

Then, without warning, she drove her mouth back down, taking you balls deep. Her throat contracted around you, her breathing controlled even as her mouth enveloped your entire length.

"GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK~!" The obscene sounds echoed through the bedroom as she throat-fucked herself on your cock, her saliva dripping down her chin.

"Mmmph~ HAAAGH~" Her moans were still controlled, still analytical, but there was something else lurking beneath—a mother's possessiveness, her need to prove you weren't worthy of her daughter.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, and she didn't pull away. Instead, she intensified her pace, her head bobbing faster, her throat tightening around you.

The tension built in your core, unstoppable, inevitable.

You groaned as you began to cum, and Reika didn't flinch. She swallowed it all, her throat working to milk every drop, her eyes still locked on yours with that same clinical assessment.

"GLUCK~❤︎ GLUCK~❤︎" She continued sucking even as you finished, ensuring not a single drop was wasted.

After a long moment, she pulled back with a hard suck, trying to extract the absolute last drops of semen from your shaft.

"SLUURP~❤︎ POP~❤︎" She pulled away completely, her breathing slightly heavier now.

"Haahh~❤︎ Haahh~❤︎ Hahh~❤︎" She panted, wiping her mouth delicately with the back of her hand, her expression never losing that analytical quality.

"The stiffness and girth of your penis, as well as the amount of your semen... Seems in order." She said it like she was reviewing a product specification sheet, her voice professional and detached, but her mouth is filled with cum

She stood up smoothly, her red skirt falling back into place, her pantyhose still perfectly intact.

Her blue eyes, so similar to Reina's yet infinitely colder, bore into you.

"Now we're moving on to the next test, so take your clothes off." It wasn't a request—it was a command from a woman used to absolute obedience.

"And lie on the bed. I need to assess your stamina and control."

She began unbuttoning her white blouse slowly, deliberately, her massive breasts straining against her bra as each button came undone.

Chapter 9: Testing Sex Performance

Reika straddled you completely naked now, her massive breasts swaying slightly as she positioned herself above your cock. Her skin was absolutely flawless—pale, porcelain-like, with just the faintest hint of feminine curves that only came with maturity. Her pussy glistened with arousal, her blonde pubic hair neatly trimmed, everything about her screaming refined elegance even in this compromising position.

Her blue eyes were ice-cold, analytical, calculating.

"What's with that dumb grin? This is a test, so take it seriously!" She snapped, her voice sharp even as she began grinding her hips around your cock, coating the tip with her abundant lubrication.

Her breathing quickened as she slowly began sinking down onto your shaft, taking you inch by inch into her tight, perfect pussy.

"Nnngh~︎❤︎ Haaah~︎❤︎" Soft moans escaped her full lips despite her attempts to maintain composure.

(Oh? This is weird... Maybe because it's been a while for me, but for some reason...)

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Her inner walls were incredibly tight, gripping your cock like a vice as she continued her descent. Years of being a single mother had done nothing to loosen her—if anything, the tension only made everything more intense.

Finally, she seated herself completely, your cock buried balls deep inside her.

"Nnngh~︎❤︎ Mmmh~❤︎" A more genuine moan escaped her, quickly suppressed.

(No way... It feels amazing! What's with... This dick~︎❤︎)

But then you began moving your hips without permission, thrusting upward with a bored expression on your face—as if you were completely unimpressed by the woman riding you.

"H-Hey! Who told you that you could move?!" Her voice rose sharply, indignation flashing across her features as she gripped your shoulders.

(This cocky bastard... You won't even be able to walk when I'm done with you!!)

Her competitive nature, so carefully cultivated through years of corporate success, ignited. She would not be shown up by some random counselor. She would not lose control.

"The test is only starting! Try to endure this, if you can!" She tightened her resolve, her jaw clenching as she began moving her hips with purpose.

Her movements were nothing short of expert—years of experience combined with natural talent. She slammed her perfect ass down onto you repeatedly, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the bedroom.

"SLAP~︎❤︎ SLAP~︎❤︎ SLAP~︎❤︎" Her hips moved with calculated precision, grinding and rotating, using her tight pussy to milk you with devastating efficiency.

"Hnnngh~︎ Ahhh~︎❤︎" Her moans were becoming less controlled, more genuine, even as she tried to maintain her composure.

"How's that? I get a little bit serious and you're already at your limit?!" She taunted, even as her breathing became more ragged, her movements slightly less precise.

She was riding you harder now, her hips gyrating in circles, grinding her clit against your pubic bone while simultaneously working your shaft with her pussy.

"You're such a pathetic sex counselor! Does it really feel that good inside this old lady's pussy?" Her voice dripped with disgust, but her body betrayed her—her pussy clenching rhythmically around you, her movements becoming more frantic..

"Go on, cum inside already!" A slight smirk of disdain played across her beautiful features, her blue eyes gleaming with that mixture of dominance and something darker—desperation masked as contempt.

Her thighs trembled slightly as she continued her assault, her pussy absolutely soaking, creating obscene wet sounds with every movement.

She was testing you, yes—but she was also riding you like she hadn't had a man inside her in years. Because she hadn't.

"Come on, fill me up! Prove you're at least worthy of that much!" She commanded, her voice wavering slightly as another wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her carefully maintained composure.

Chapter 10: Breaking Point

Reika had barely managed to stand after that final, devastating orgasm. Her legs were shaking, her pussy absolutely wrecked, overflowing with your cum. She tried to maintain her dignity, tried to project that same cold professionalism she'd walked in with—but it was a complete facade.

She pulled away almost immediately, your softening cock sliding out with a wet squelch, strands of cum dripping down her inner thighs.

She forced herself to stand on shaky legs, refusing to look back at you.

"You've failed the test. As expected." Her voice was strained, trying desperately to recover that icy professionalism. "Hmph! You can't even satisfy me... I can't believe a sex counselor could cum so easily."

She walked toward the door, her perfect ass swaying slightly despite her attempt at dignity.

"I'll tell Reina. Next time, keep the limits of your abilities in mind—"

But she didn't make it.

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Your cock was already fully erect again—harder, thicker, more intimidating than before. You grabbed her hips from behind, slamming into her with absolutely no mercy, driving your shaft balls-deep into her pussy as her palms slammed against the bedroom door.

"Huh?! N-No way! Impossible!" Her voice cracked, her carefully maintained control shattering instantly. "It's not—AAAGHH~︎❤︎"

"NNNNGH~︎︎❤︎" She covered her mouth as a guttural moan tore from her throat, so loud it was almost a scream.

(Are you kidding me?! It's way bigger than before!)

"S-stop! I'm telling you to stop!" She gasped out, even as her hips began moving backward to meet your thrusts, betraying her words completely. "I'm serious, you need to—FUUUCK~︎︎❤︎"

But you didn't stop. If anything, you intensified, your hips slamming against her perfect ass with brutal force.

"SLAP~︎︎❤︎ SLAP~︎︎❤︎ SLAP~︎︎❤︎"

"AAAGHH~︎❤︎ FUUCK~︎︎❤︎" Her composure was completely obliterated now, replaced by raw pleasure.

(I'm losing my fucking mind... This feels amazing~︎!)

You grabbed her by the hair, pulling her back against your chest as you continued your relentless assault. Her pussy clenched around you rhythmically, and you realized with sudden clarity that Reika had inherited her body's responses from someone—and passed them on to Reina. Mother and daughter shared the same sweet spots, the same sensitivity, the same ability to cum repeatedly from the right angle.

You shifted positions, pulling her towards the bed and laying her on her back, spreading her legs wide as you drove into her from above.

"HNNNGH~︎❤︎ AHHHHH~︎︎❤︎" Her back arched, her massive breasts bouncing with every thrust.

Her pussy absolutely gushed around you, her first orgasm hitting hard and fast.

"I'M CUMMING~︎︎❤︎ OH GOD, I'M CUMMING~︎︎❤︎"

You didn't slow down. You kept fucking her through it, her body convulsing beneath you as she came again, and again, her mind completely unraveling.

Then you flipped her over, taking her from behind again, your cock sliding in and out of her soaking wet pussy with obscene ease.

"AHHHH~︎❤︎! YES YES YES~︎︎❤︎!" She was babbling now, completely incoherent.

(This is not over yet... There's no way I'll accept such a man!)

But her body was saying something completely different. She pushed back against you desperately, trying to regain some semblance of control even as pleasure hijacked her entire nervous system.

"W-Wait— Hnngh~❤︎—We still have one final test..." She gasped out between moans, her voice trembling. "I need to check your reproductive capability!"

She was making absolutely no sense now, her words slurring together as another orgasm built in her core.

"If you make me pregnant.... I'll accept you as an outstanding sex counselor!" The words tumbled out like a desperate prayer, like a promise her body was making independent of her mind.

Just hearing that was enough to make you lose it completely. You pounded into her harder than before, your cock throbbing inside her as you filled her pussy to the absolute brim with your cum, pumping load after load deep inside her womb.

"FILL ME UP~︎︎❤︎! YES, FILL MY PUSSY~︎︎❤︎!"

"AHHHHHH~︎︎❤︎! I'M CUMMING AGAIN~︎︎❤︎!"

She came one final time, her entire body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her pussy milking you for every last drop.

(I… I actually let him… Oh God…)

Reika collapsed onto the bed completely spent, her entire body glistening with sweat. Her face was a mask of pure ecstasy, her mouth hanging slightly open, her blue eyes rolled back. Her breathing was heavy and uncontrolled, her chest heaving.

Cum continued to drip from her thoroughly used pussy, mixing with her own fluids as it pooled on the silk sheets beneath her.

You heard some rustling from behind the door and quickly and headed for the handle.

But you already knew what—or rather, who—was on the other side.

You opened the door.

"E-Eh?!" Reina was on the floor right outside, her back against the hallway wall, her navy blue pleated skirt hiked up around her waist. Her hand was buried between her thighs, her fingers working her pussy frantically, her face flushed with arousal.

She'd been out here the entire time. Listening. Touching herself.

Her eyes went wide as saucers as she looked up at you, then past you into the bedroom where her mother lay completely naked and covered in cum.

Her blood ran cold. Just seeing your expression she could notice that you're not satisfied yet...