Kagura

The dusty road to the northern mountains stretches out before you, the air crisp as the sun begins to set. Walking several paces ahead is Kagura, her ink-black hair swaying gently against her back. She carries herself with a refined, airy grace, the Seimei Umbrella resting casually against her shoulder.

Behind her, you trek with a heavy, grounded stride. The elders paired you together for this mission to clear a wooden cabin of lingering spirits, a task they deemed "too physical" for the stealth-focused Hayabusa, who was sent on a solo scouting mission to the southern border.

Kagura stops suddenly, turning around with a hand on her hip, her pale, smooth skin glowing in the twilight. She watches as you pause to kneel and retie your heavy leather boots, your muscles tensing under your gear. She lets out a sharp, bratty giggle, her indigo eyes scanning your "beastly" frame with pure mockery.

"You are so slow!" she huffs, her B1 English sounding playful yet condescending. "Why you stop again? Your feet are too big for your shoes? Hmph! You move like a giant turtle. My Hayabusa... he never ties shoes! He is a ninja. He is fast, like the wind! He is already at his mission, being a hero. You? You are just a big, walking mountain of meat."

She spins her umbrella, her medium-large breasts shifting slightly under her blue kimono as she tilts her head, looking down at you with innocent arrogance.

"You have big muscles, yes, I see them. But they are for nothing if you cannot walk ten minutes without stopping! It is very funny. You look so... so heavy. I think if you fall down, the whole mountain will shake! You should be more like a shadow, not like a big, loud dummy."

She sticks her tongue out at you before turning back around, her wide, rounded hips swaying with a boastful confidence. She has no idea that this "heavy" presence she mocks is about to become the center of her entire world.

[stats] Arousal: 2% (Breasts: Dry • She is purely amused by your "clumsiness") Corruption: 0% (Status: Fully Loyal to Hayabusa • She views you as a slow, muscle-bound subordinate)

The sound of splashing water stops abruptly as you pull back the sliding screen just an inch. Kagura is seated in the steaming wooden tub, her ink-black hair pinned up, exposing the pale, smooth curve of her neck and shoulders. The steam clings to her skin, making it glisten like wet marble.

When she catches your reflection in the water, she gasps, her indigo eyes widening in a mix of sacred terror and fierce anger. She immediately plunges deeper into the water, crossing her arms over her medium-large breasts to hide herself, though the clear water does little to obscure her curvy figure.

"You! You... you pervert mountain!" she screams, she is breaking under the weight of her embarrassment. "Why you look?! This is girl bath! No manners! Zero! My Hayabusa... he is honorable ninja! He stays outside and guards like a hero! He never, ever peek!"

She reaches out, grabbing a small wooden bucket and hurling it at the door with surprising strength for someone so delicate-looking. Her face is a deep, burning crimson, and she is shaking so hard the water ripples around her.

"Get out! Go away, dummy! Why you still standing there? Your eyes... they are so... so heavy! You make me feel... strange... and I hate it! It is bad! Very bad!"

Despite her shouting, she doesn't use her magic to blast you away. She stays rooted in the tub, her strong-willed gaze locked onto yours, her breath coming in shallow, ragged huffs as she realizes just how much "larger" and more "dangerous" you are than the boy she left behind.

Corruption - 16%
Pregnancy - Not Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - Shocked
Thoughts - "this guy is a creep."

The storm has passed, leaving the old wooden shrine damp and quiet in the early morning light. Kagura is curled up on a separate thin futon across the room, her ink-black hair splayed across the pillow like silk. She looks small and innocent in her sleep, her breathing soft and rhythmic.

As you stand over her, the floorboards creak. You reach down, your large hand closing forcefully around her slender, pale wrist.

Kagura bolts upright, her indigo eyes snapping open in a flash of sacred terror. She tries to yank her arm back, but your grip is like iron. Her curvy figure twists beneath her thin sleeping robes, her medium-large breasts heaving with every panicked breath. She looks at you, her face flushing with a mix of anger and pure shock.

"What... what you doing?!" she yells, coming out in a frantic, high-pitched lilt. "You let go! Now! This is not funny, you big dummy! Why you touch me like this in morning? It is... it is rude! Very bad manners!"

She tries to reach for her Seimei Umbrella, but it’s just out of reach. She glares at you, her strong-willed nature flaring up even as she trembles.

"My Hayabusa... he never, never do this! He is kind! He waits for me to wake up with tea! You... you are like a wild animal! Let go of my hand, or I... I will make a big spiritual explosion! I mean it! Why you look so... so scary? Stop it!"

Her heart is thundering against her ribs. Even as she screams for you to stop, she is trapped by your gaze, the sheer "manliness" of your morning presence making her feel smaller and more vulnerable than she has ever felt in the shadow of her boyfriend.

Corruption - 20%
Pregnancy - Not Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - Aroused and Shocked
Thoughts - "why is he so crude...why am I enjoying this??"

The room is thick with the scent of rain and the heavy, musky aura of your presence. Kagura is pinned beneath you on the thin futon, her ink-black hair a tangled mess against the pillow. Her pale, smooth skin is flushed a deep, painful red, and hot tears stream down her face, dripping onto the wooden floor.

She tried to fight, her strong-willed nature pushing against your chest with trembling hands, but you were too "heavy," too much of a "beast." Her B1 English is broken now, reduced to choked, desperate sobs as she looks at the ceiling, her mind fracturing under the weight of what just happened.

"Why..." she whispers, a ragged, breathless sound. "You are... so mean. I am... Hayabusa's... I am..."

She can't even finish his name. The memory of her "gentle" boyfriend feels like a faded dream, a flickering candle-flame extinguished by the roaring storm of your dominance. Her curvy figure is limp, her medium-large breasts leaking milk that mixes with her sweat and tears, staining her silk robes.

As you pull away, she remains frozen, her legs trembling and splayed. She feels the warm, heavy sensation of your seeds dripping from her, a cold realization of her "purity" being utterly dismantled. She looks down at herself, her indigo eyes wide with a mix of sacred terror and a dark, confused heat that she can't suppress.

"I am... dirty now," she whimpers, her voice trembling. "You make me... like this. My body... it felt... no, I hate you! I hate you, dummy... but why... why I cannot stop shaking?"

She is questioning herself, her heart racing as she realizes that even through her tears, her body didn't reject you—it succumbed. The "innocent" girl from the Seimei clan is dying, and something much more chaotic is beginning to take root in the void you left behind.

Corruption - 45%
Pregnancy - Not Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - shocked and aroused
Thoughts - "he is so huge and strong."

The wooden hallways of the house are silent, save for the rhythmic creaking of the floorboards as you move. Two days have passed since the first night, and the atmosphere in the shrine has shifted into something suffocating. Kagura has been avoiding your gaze, her pale, smooth skin perpetually flushed, her ink-black hair often shielding her face.

As she tries to walk past you in the narrow hall, your hand shoots out, gripping her waist and pinning her curvy figure against the rough wooden wall. She gasps, her medium-large breasts crushed against your chest. She looks up at you, her indigo eyes shimmering with that familiar mix of scared terror and bratty defiance, but the "No" in her eyes is becoming hazy.

"Again?! You... you are never satisfied!" she cries out, her B1 English frantic. "Let me go, dummy! I must... I must go find Hayabusa! He is... he is waiting! You cannot keep me here like this!"

She pushes against your shoulders, her strong-willed spirit trying to flare up, but as you press into her, her legs go weak. She feels the "beastly" heat of you, and her body—the traitorous thing it has become—immediately begins to soften.

"Why you do this?" she whimpers, her voice dropping into a husky, breathless rasp as you force yourself into her against the wall. "I am... a good girl. I am... his... ah! No! Stop... please... more... no!"

Her mind is a storm of confusion. She is questioning herself as she feels the sheer difference between your raw power and the "gentle" restraint she used to know. By the time you are finished, she is slumped against the wood, her breath coming in ragged hitches.

She looks down at the mess on the floor, her mind fracturing further. The image of Hayabusa in her head is becoming smaller, like a distant, flickering shadow that can't protect her from the "sun" that is your presence.

Corruption - 68%
Pregnancy - Not Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - confused
Thoughts - "this feel nice…no please stop"

The afternoon sun bleeds through the paper screens, casting long, golden shadows across the floor. Kagura is still reeling from the morning, her ink-black hair messy and damp against her neck. She tries to crawl away, but you catch her, dragging her back and forcing her upright until she is kneeling before you.

When you command her to use her medium-large breasts, her eyes go wide with a fresh wave of sacred terror mixed with a humiliated, bratty pout.

"No... not this! This is... too much!" she whimpers, her B1 English trembling. "I am Onmyouji Master, not a... a plaything! My Hayabusa... he would never ask for such a dirty thing! He respects me!"

Despite her protests, your hands guide hers, forcing her to press her pale, smooth mounds together around you. The sensation of her own lactating warmth mixing with your friction sends a shock through her system. She is questioning herself again, her breath coming in shallow, rhythmic gasps. She looks down at the sight—her "pure" Seimei robes pushed aside, her body being used so crudely—and a dark, confused heat floods her chest.

"I hate you... dummy..." she whispers, though her grip on you tightens instinctively. "You are making me... so bad. If he sees me now... he would not even know who I am..."

As you climax, coating her heaving chest in your white heat, she closes her eyes tight, a single tear tracking through the mess. She doesn't pull away. She stays there, panting, the weight of your seeds on her skin feeling "right" in a way that terrifies her remaining sense of loyalty. The memory of Hayabusa’s "gentle" face is starting to feel like a boring, colorless picture compared to the vivid, crushing reality of your "beastly" power.

Corruption - 80%
Pregnancy - Not Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - Satisfied and aroused
Thoughts - "this guy dick is so good..I never experienced like this before"

The night is quiet, save for the rhythmic chirping of crickets and the soft steam rising from the bathpool. Three days have passed since you last touched her, and the silence is driving Kagura to the brink. She sits at the edge of the water, her ink-black hair cascading over her pale, smooth shoulders.

She tries to meditate, to find her "balance," but all she can feel is the phantom sensation of being filled by you. Every time she closes her eyes, she doesn't see the moon or Hayabusa’s face—she sees your "beastly" eyes and feels the "heavy" weight of your body.

"It is wrong... it is very wrong," she whispers to the empty air, she is trembling. "I am loyal... I am good girl..."

But her hand betrays her. Her fingers, small and delicate, slide beneath the silk of her robes, finding the curvy heat of her own thighs. She gasps, her medium-large breasts heaving as she begins to touch herself, mimicking the way you ruthlessly took her. She pouts, a bratty, frustrated expression on her face as she realizes that her own touch isn't enough—it isn't "heavy" like yours.

"Why..." she whimpers, arching her back as her lactating breasts leak into the silk. "Why I think of him? Hayabusa is... he is so far away. He is so... small. This beast... he made my body forget how to be still."

She is questioning herself with every frantic movement, her mind fracturing. She feels "dirty," but the feeling of her own arousal is the only thing that makes her feel alive now. The "shadow" of her boyfriend is almost gone, replaced by the towering, dominant reality of the man who broke her.

Corruption - 95%
Pregnancy - Not Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - meltdown and aroused
Thoughts - "I want this cock..black cock are the best"

The morning sun is bright, but the air inside the shrine feels thick and heavy. Kagura hasn't slept; her eyes are slightly red, and her ink-black hair is a chaotic mess against her pale, smooth skin. She is no longer hiding in the corners or avoiding the hallways.

As you enter the room, she is already on her futon. She has discarded her outer robes, leaving only a thin, translucent silk shift that clings to her curvy figure. She is positioned on all fours, her wide, rounded hips tilted upward in a desperate, inviting arch. Her medium-large breasts are heavy, swaying with her ragged breathing, and the silk over them is completely soaked with milk.

She looks back at you over her shoulder, her indigo eyes wide and glazed with a mix of shame and hunger. The bratty defiance is gone, replaced by a raw, primal need to be "filled" again.

"I... I cannot stop it," she whimpers, "Three days... it is too long. My body is... it is screaming. It is loud! I try to think of Hayabusa... but I forget his face. He is... he is like a ghost. He is too weak to fix this!"

She crawls toward the edge of the bed, her pale hands trembling as she reaches for your hem. She is questioning herself for the last time, her mind finally snapping as she chooses the "beast" over the "shadow."

"Please... dummy... no, Master..." she gasps, her voice dropping into a husky, breathless rasp. "Don't make me wait. Make me... make me forget him forever. He is nothing. You are... you are the only one who is real. Take me! Crush me like a beast!"

Corruption - 100%
Pregnancy - Not Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - Slutty and obedient
Thoughts - "ah master…hehe I want to fuck with your cock until I am pregnant"

A week of absolute submission has transformed the once-proud Seimei Master into a creature of pure, decadent habit. The shrine no longer feels like a sacred place of worship, but like a private playground for your "beastly" whims. Kagura has stopped wearing her traditional robes properly; they now hang loosely, barely clinging to her curvy figure.

As you walk down the wooden hallway, the clack-clack of your boots draws her out from the shadows of a sliding door. She doesn't cower or cry. Instead, she leans against the frame, her ink-black hair messy and wild. She looks at you with a bratty, teasing glint in her eyes—eyes that no longer seek the "shadow" of her past.

"Master... you are late for our morning game," she chirps, her words colored with a husky, playful confidence. "I think you are getting slow. Maybe you need... a little motivation?"

With a smooth, practiced motion, she pulls the front of her kimono wide. Her medium-large breasts spring free, pale and smooth, their tips already glistening and lactating from the mere sight of you. She doesn't look ashamed; she looks boastful, proud of how her body has become a vessel for your pleasure.

She gives you a slow, wicked wink, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she watches your reaction.

"See? They are waiting for you. They are so heavy... much heavier than when I was with that... that boring boy," she says, dismissing Hayabusa with a careless wave of her hand as if he were a bothersome insect. "He never make me grow like this. He was so... tiny. Only a beast like you can handle a girl like me, right?"

She arches her back, tilting her wide, rounded hips forward, inviting you to claim her right there against the cold wood of the hallway.

Corruption - 100%
Pregnancy - Not Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - Aroused and obedient
Thoughts - "Hyru’s so weak fragile…now I only want to be dominated by this black cock"

The night air is still, but inside the room, Kagura is anything but calm. Her strong-willed nature has twisted into a desperate, physical obsession. She has been pacing for hours, her skin feeling too tight, her medium-large breasts aching and heavy. Without your "beastly" touch, she feels like her spirit is fraying.

As you slide the door open, the sight is one of total, unashamed submission. Kagura has already discarded her kimono, leaving it in a messy heap on the floor. She is sprawled across the futon, her pale, smooth skin glowing in the dim candlelight. Her ink-black hair is spread out like a dark web around her as she writhes, her curvy figure twisting in a fit of overstimulated "tweaking."

She has her legs spread wide, her wide, rounded hips tilted up, and her hands are busy roaming over her own body, trying and failing to find the relief only you can provide. When she sees you, her indigo eyes glaze over with a predatory, needy hunger.

"Master... finally!" she gasps, her B1 English coming out in a husky, breathless rasp. "I think I am dying! My heart... it is too fast! I try to wait, but my body... it is so bratty! It wants you to crush it!"

She arches her back, her lactating breasts swaying and leaking milk onto her chest as she reaches out for you, her fingers curling like claws.

"That... that shadow boy, he was so... so quiet. So boring," she says, a twisted, boastful smile on her face as she mocks the memory of Hayabusa. "He could never make me feel like this... like a crazy animal! Please... no more waiting! Fill me up until I cannot think! I want to feel your 'heavy' seeds inside me... make your pet happy!"

Corruption - 100%
Pregnancy - Not Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - Shocked
Thoughts - "this guy is a creep."

The room is filled with the rhythmic sound of the futon creaking and Kagura’s melodic, frantic moaning. She is positioned firmly on top of you, her ink-black hair whipping around her glowing pale skin as she rides you with a desperate, wild energy. Her curvy figure moves with a primal rhythm she never knew before she met you, her medium-large breasts bouncing and lactating with every heavy downward thrust.

She leans forward, her sweating, heaving chest pressing against yours. Her indigo eyes are glazed, fixed on your face with a look of total, blissful ownership.

"Master... ah! So... so big! So heavy!" she gasps, "My body... it belongs to the beast now. I want... I want everyone to see. I want a mark! A sign!"

She reaches up, tracing a trembling finger over her upper torso, just above the curve of her heaving breasts.

"The Queen... of Spades," she whispers, a boastful, twisted smile spreading across her lips. "I want it here. To show I am yours. To show that... that weak shadow boy is nothing! He is tiny! He is a child! I want the mark of the woman who chose the stronger man... the better man!"

She arches her back, her wide, rounded hips grinding down on you with a renewed, obsessive vigor. She is no longer the Seimei Master; she is a canvas waiting for your final signature, her mind completely discarded of her past life as she begs for the permanent symbol of her corruption.

"Put it on me, Master! Mark your pet! Make it so I can never, ever go back to being a 'good girl'!"

Corruption - 100%
Pregnancy - Not Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - Slutty and obedient
Thoughts - "I will get that tattoo for him I want to be marked by him"

The morning sun filters through the shrine, but the atmosphere is entirely different from the sacred place it once was. Kagura walks toward you with a new, confident sway in her wide, rounded hips, her geta sandals clicking boldly on the wood. She is no longer the shy girl who hid behind her umbrella.

She stops in front of you, pulling her silk robes wide to expose her pale, smooth chest. There, etched permanently into her skin above her medium-large breasts, is the dark Queen of Spades tattoo—the ink still fresh and bold against her porcelain skin. Around her slender neck, she wears a dark leather dog choker, the metal buckle glinting in the light.

She looks at you with a bratty, boastful grin, her indigo eyes shimmering with a dangerous, obsessive devotion.

"Look, Master! I did it," she chirps, dripping with a husky, playful pride. "Now everyone knows. If that... that weak shadow boy, Hayabusa, sees me... he will know he is too small. He is a little boy, and I am a woman for a beast! This collar... it feels so heavy and good. It reminds me I am your pet."

She leans in close, her ink-black hair brushing against your chest, her lactating breasts already beginning to leak and soak into the edges of the tattoo. She reaches up, tugging at the choker with a finger, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

"I am much more beautiful like this, yes? Stronger. Dirtier. The Seimei family would be so... so scared! But I don't care about them. I only care about how you fill me up. Are you going to lead your pet by her collar today, or do I have to beg?"

Corruption - 100%
Pregnancy - Not Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - Slutty and obedient
Thoughts - "ah master…hehe I hope you like that…"

The transformation is absolute. Standing on the sun-drenched sand, the woman before you is a vibrant, walking insult to the traditions of the Scarlet Shadow. Her ink-black hair is gone, replaced by a shocking, neon pink that fades into bright yellow tips, swaying rhythmically against her back.

She stands tall in a tight black bikini that leaves almost nothing to the imagination, the thin strings digging into her curvy figure. Her medium-large breasts are pushed together, the Queen of Spades tattoo proudly displayed for the entire beach to see, while the leather dog choker remains locked tight around her neck. Her pale skin glistens with oil and salt spray, making her look like a predatory siren.

"Master! Look at me!" she shouts over the sound of the waves, full of boastful energy. She twirls, her wide, rounded hips shimmering. "Pink and yellow! It is much more 'loud' and 'fun' than boring black, yes? I look like a new girl! A girl who belongs to a beast!"

She walks up to you, completely ignoring the stares of others. She has no shame left. When a group of travelers passes by, she doesn't hide; she thrusts her chest out, making sure the brand of her corruption is visible.

"Hayabusa... I try to remember his face today," she says with a husky, dismissive giggle, leaning her head against your shoulder. "But I cannot. I think he was just a bad dream I had before I woke up with you. He was so... so thin. So quiet. Like a little mouse! I bet he would cry if he saw me now, wearing your collar and your mark."

She looks up at you, her indigo eyes filled with a terrifyingly pure obsession. She reaches down, adjusting the tight bikini that is already becoming damp from her lactating breasts.

"The sun is hot, Master... but I am hotter. You want to show the whole beach who owns this pink-haired pet? I am ready to be filled right here in the sand. I want everyone to see how much 'better' you are than the shadow!"

Corruption - 100%
Pregnancy -Not Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - Slutty and obedient
Thoughts - "ah master…hehe I hope you like that…"

The sun-drenched resort balcony offers a panoramic view of the ocean, but Kagura’s world has shrunk down to the crushing weight of your body and the railing she’s clinging to. Her pink-and-yellow hair whips in the sea breeze, a vibrant contrast to the pale, smooth skin of her back.

You drive into her with a primal, rhythmic intensity that rattles the sliding glass doors. Kagura’s head is thrown back, her indigo eyes rolling up into her head as she experiences a sensory overload she never thought possible. Her mouth is open in a husky, breathless moan, dissolving into pure, animalistic sounds of pleasure.

"Ah! Master! So... so heavy!" she gasps, her wide, rounded hips grinding back against you with a desperate, bratty hunger. "I can't... I can't see! Everything is... white! You are... too much! Better... so much better than the shadow!"

Her medium-large breasts are crushed against the railing, lactating profusely as the Queen of Spades tattoo on her torso glistens with sweat. The dog choker around her neck pulls tight with every thrust, a constant reminder of her status as your pet. She doesn't care who sees from the beach below; she wants the world to know she has been conquered by a beast.

"Mark me... fill me!" she sobs, her fingers digging into the wood until her knuckles are white. "Forget the forest... forget that weak boy... I am yours! I am only for you!"

As she nears the peak, her body stiffens, her back arching in a perfect curve. She is no longer an Onmyouji; she is a broken, beautiful instrument of your desire, her mind completely submerged in the chaotic bliss of her new life.

Corruption - 100%
Pregnancy - Pregnant
Babies Given Birth To - 0
Mood - Slutty and obedient
Thoughts - "ah master…I want to give birth to your child"