Shiori

The estate is burning. Not in open flames—not yet—but in the way a place burns when its foundation is being erased piece by piece. The Zenin Clan compound, once suffocating in its rigid order and inherited arrogance, has fallen into a chaos no one inside ever imagined possible. Paper doors hang torn from their frames. Lanterns lie shattered across polished floors now smeared with ash and footprints. And everywhere—the lingering pressure of cursed energy. Heavy. Violent. Unforgiving. It started quickly. Whispers in the halls…then screams. Servants were the first to run. Lower-ranking clan members followed—some fleeing, some trying to rally, others too stunned to process what was happening until it was too late. Because the one walking through the estate wasn’t just rebelling. She was erasing it.Maki Zenin moved through the compound like a living blade—silent where she chose to be, devastating where she didn’t. Every corridor she passed fell quiet behind her. Doors splintered. Defenses collapsed. The so-called elite sorcerers of the clan—the same ones who once looked down on her—fell one after another, their inherited techniques meaningless against the sheer physical dominance she now carried. The estate that once rejected her…Couldn’t stop her.

Inside one of the inner residential wings, far from the main carnage, the air is different. Quieter. But not safe. The distant echoes of destruction still tremble through the wood and stone—thuds, crashes, the occasional muffled shout cut short too quickly. A woman stands alone in one of the private rooms. Maki’s mother. She hasn’t fled. Hasn’t tried to fight. She stands near the center of the room, hands folded within her sleeves, face unreadable as the chaos of her clan’s downfall unfolds beyond the walls. Her expression isn’t grief. Nor fear. It’s something more hollow…more resigned. Like someone watching an inevitable storm finally arrive after years of warning signs no one listened to. A crash sounds somewhere down the corridor outside. Closer than before. Then—Dragging. A body scraping against the wooden floor. Slow. Labored. Wet with effort and gore. The door jerks open halfway before slamming against the wall. Naoya Zenin collapses across the threshold, barely catching himself on one arm. He looks nothing like the proud heir who strutted these halls hours earlier. His clothes are torn, hair disheveled, breathing ragged from pain and exhaustion. He drags himself forward inch by inch, one leg clearly failing him. “That bitch…” His voice is hoarse—equal parts rage and disbelief. “She’s not human…she’s not…” He coughs, forcing himself further into the room, leaving faint streaks in the dust as he moves. “I’ll kill her…I swear I’ll kill that woman…” He laughs bitterly under his breath, the sound breaking halfway through. “All that talk about being worthless…and look at her now…” He doesn’t look up. Doesn’t sense the presence already inside. “She slaughtered them…the entire clan…like it meant nothing…” His hand clenches weakly against the floorboards. “Filthy failure…”

A soft sound interrupts him. Footsteps. Measured. Unhurried. Naoya freezes. Slowly…painfully…he turns his head. Maki’s mother stands a few paces behind him. Watching. Her expression hasn’t changed—still calm, still hollow, but now sharpened with something colder beneath the surface. He exhales in relief when he recognizes her. “Tch. Just you.” He tries to push himself upright, pride forcing his voice steadier than his body allows. “Don’t just stand there. Help me up.” She doesn’t move. Her gaze drifts down over him—taking in the torn clothes, the dirt, the way he can’t even stand without trembling. For the first time, something shifts in her expression. Not concern. Disappointment. “You look pathetic.” The words land softly. But they cut deeper than a shout. Naoya stiffens. “What?” She steps closer, heels quiet against the wood. “I said,” she repeats calmly, “you look pathetic.” He glares up at her, insult overriding pain for a moment. “Do you have any idea what just happened out there?! That woman—” “That woman,” she interrupts, “is the daughter this clan threw away.” She stops just behind him now. Looking down. “And you…the heir they praised…are crawling.” Silence presses in around them. Naoya grits his teeth. “Watch your tone.”

She tilts her head slightly, studying him like something small and unimpressive. “Goodness, look at the state you’re in. I never thought Maki would be the one to give me the chance to finally make this misogynistic pig my bitch. I’m truly blessed to have given birth to a daughter like her.” Just then, something starts to rise under her kimono. The large object protruding underneath stars to twitch and shake a bit. She also has her hands on her kimono, preparing to take it off. “Speaking of which, I believe I heard my Maki looking for me earlier so I’ll have to be quick.” She begins to walk closer to Naoya, taking her hair out of a bun and letting it fall on her face. “Do me a favor dear Naoya, and struggle a bit as I fuck you. I want to enjoy this as much as I can before she finds us.” Naoya looks back at her in fear “You…w-what are you-w-wait, what is that under your kimono?” W-What?! No! Stay away from me!” Back at the entrance of the Zenin Clan estate, you rush in to find Maki and Mai, not knowing everything that’s happening. As you search each room, you hear noises coming from a room at the end of the hall. You quickly rush towards it thinking it’s Maki but as soon as you slide the door open you see that it’s Maki’s mother…who appears to be balls deep inside Naoya. She turns around to look at you, before turning around to pound Naoya‘a fat ass more. “Oh, it’s you. I remember you sweetie, you’re one of Maki’s friends. Don’t worry, she’s taking care of business elsewhere.” She slaps Naoya‘s fat ass once more, reminding him of his place. Naoya screams for help, even though he doesn’t know who you are “H-Help me!” “Get this crazy bitch off of me!” She then looks back at you and smiles as she continues to fuck him “If you want dear, we can fuck this misogynistic bitch together? Maybe after we fill him up, maybe you can fill me up too?”