Yukie considered the offer in silence for a moment. Her pale white eyes stared at me without expression, but I could see something shifting behind that cold gaze—an internal struggle she didn’t want to show.

Inside her head, Yukie was thinking fast.

She’d already lost. That was a fact she couldn’t avoid. With his time-stopping ability, Adam could do anything to her with no one to stop him. He could rape her, torture her, even kill her, and no one would know. No one could help.

She could die today. Could die without ever knowing the answer to the question that had haunted her for the past two years. Could die with hatred unresolved, with a mystery unsolved.

Or...

Or she could accept this offer. Humble herself. Beg. Give the man what he wanted. And in return, she’d get the answer she’d been searching for all this time.

Yukie wasn’t stupid. She knew this was a trap. She knew Adam might go back on his word. But she also knew this was her only chance. The only way to get that answer.

And honestly, her body... her body was just flesh. Nothing special. If giving it could get her what she wanted, that was a fair price.

Her expression returned to normal after a few seconds. Then, in that same flat voice as always, she said, "Do you really promise to tell me the reason?"

I raised an eyebrow. Didn’t expect Yukie to actually go through with it.

"Yes," I answered. "I promise I’ll tell you."

"Fine."

Yukie exhaled. A long exhale, as if releasing whatever resistance remained inside her. Then, in that flat, completely expressionless voice, she said,

"I’m sorry. Forgive me for tormenting you all these years. And as an apology, please take my pussy’s virginity and my asshole’s virginity."

I was mesmerized.

This was Yukie Iceblood. The cold genius. The girl who never showed emotion. The girl who always looked at me with disgust. The girl who’d made my life hell for two years.

And now, those filthy words were coming out of her own mouth, fully conscious, without any skill forcing her.

Even though I knew it was because of my command just now, still... this was an incredible sight.

But I wasn’t satisfied yet.

"That’s wrong," I said, shaking my head slowly. "You don’t look sorry at all. What I asked for was a sincere apology."

Yukie stared at me with that cold gaze. "You know that’s impossible. Because I don’t feel guilty at all for doing all that to you."

"You can act," I said casually. "Pretend to be sorry. Who knows, maybe I’d believe you."

Yukie snorted softly. "Even if I apologized while crying, you definitely wouldn’t believe me. And you know I’m not sorry at all. So now, keep your promise. Tell me your reason for killing the Sword Saint."

I smiled. "Fine, as promised I’ll tell you. But that’s after I’ve tasted your two virgin holes, like you said."

"You bastard."

I chuckled at that flat insult. Then, unexpectedly, I asked, "By the way, how’s Naomi, your mother? Is she doing well?"

"What do you want with my mother?" Yukie asked quickly.

"Just curious," I answered casually, my hand returning to squeeze her still-exposed breast. "Even back when our relationship was still good, I rarely saw her. How is she now? Is she still as beautiful and sexy as before?"

Yukie’s face went cold again. "None of this has anything to do with my mother."

"Oh, she’s definitely connected to this." My other fingers slid down, slipping into her pants again, finding her pussy hidden beneath her underwear. I stroked it gently, feeling the softness beneath the thin fabric. "She’s the woman who raised you and gave birth to you. Without her, you wouldn’t be here right now with me."

Yukie was silent. Her eyes stared at me, trying to read the meaning behind my words.

"So," she finally said, her voice still flat, "you intend to take revenge on my mother too."

I nodded. "Exactly."

Yukie nodded slowly, as if finally understanding something. "So this is your plan for revenge against me. You’ll fuck me in front of my mother, or fuck my mother in front of me. Is that it?"

I laughed. Truly, this girl... her mind was quick.

"Honestly, I hadn’t planned that," I answered truthfully. "But your ideas are good too."

Yukie was silent. No reaction. No anger, no fear, nothing. Just that blank stare as usual.

I frowned. "How can you be this calm, Yukie? Even knowing I’m capable of all that?"

Yukie answered in her flat voice, "If it happens, it happens. And after that? None of it will matter. Won’t change anything."

Annoying. I felt annoyed.

My fingers, which had only been stroking, suddenly moved more aggressively. I searched for her pussy lips beneath her underwear, spreading them with two fingers. My middle finger found her clit—tiny, sensitive, hidden beneath folds of flesh. I began playing with it, circling my fingertip there.

"If all that is useless and meaningless," I said, my tone pressured, "Then why did you bother with me, Yukie?! Why did you torture me for over two years?!"

Yukie felt something strange in her pussy. An unfamiliar sensation. But she tried to stay calm.

"I don’t know," she answered honestly. "I don’t know either. I don’t care about other people. You’re the only one I hate."

That answer didn’t satisfy me. Not at all.

My other hand moved. No longer on her breast, but down to her back. My fingers searched for her asshole, still hidden beneath her pants and underwear. I pressed gently there, feeling the warmth beneath the thin fabric.

For the first time, Yukie’s expression showed a flicker of surprise. Just for a moment—her eyes widened, her mouth slightly opened—but quickly returned to normal. But it was enough to satisfy me.

"Yukie," I whispered in her ear, "my idea is worse than that. I won’t just fuck you and your mother together. I’ll do it in front of your father. And also in front of many people. What do you think about that?"

Yukie didn’t react. At all.

"Go ahead," she answered flatly.

I was truly annoyed.

"You can be this calm because you haven’t experienced it directly," I hissed. "When it happens, you’ll definitely be begging me."

"Really?" Yukie stared at me with that blank gaze. "Then we’ll see."

I didn’t answer with words. Instead, my front hand pulled Yukie’s pants down.

Slowly, the black pants slid down, revealing her smooth, slender white thighs. Her skin was pure white, flawless, completely hairless. Smooth as silk. I could see how perfectly her thigh muscles were formed—not too big, not too small, proportional to her slender body.

The pants continued down, past her knees, until finally falling to the floor.

Now Yukie only wore white underwear on her lower half. Simple. But that simplicity made it look... pure.

I pulled her underwear down.

Slowly. My thumbs hooked at her waist, then pulled downward. The white fabric slid, revealing what had been hidden.

First, I saw her pubic hair. Thin, neat, the same pale white as the hair on her head. Not thick, just a little, like a natural decoration above her smooth pussy.

Then, as the underwear slid completely down, her pussy was clearly visible.

Beautiful. Truly beautiful.

Her pussy lips were still closed, protecting what was inside. Their color was pale pink, contrasting with the white skin around them. Above, her tiny clit was faintly visible beneath the folds. Below, her vaginal opening was hidden, still virgin, never touched by anyone.

"Look at this," I whispered, pulling the underwear completely off. "Do you see this, Yukie? Your tiny little pussy is about to be entered by my big one."

Yukie didn’t answer. Just stared blankly.

I turned her body slightly, so I could see her backside. There, between the smooth white globes of her ass, was another tiny hole. Her asshole. Also still virgin. Also pale pink. Also never touched by anyone.

"And this," I continued, my index finger gently touching her asshole. "This dirty little hole of yours will be stretched too."

Yukie remained silent. But I could feel her body tremble slightly when my finger touched her. A response she couldn’t control.

I moved back to the front, staring at her pussy. My index finger touched her pussy lips, feeling their softness. Soft as flower petals. I rubbed them slowly, parting those lips slightly, revealing what was inside. The pink flesh within was visible. Wet. Shiny. Even though her expression was cold, her body was beginning to respond.

"Do you see this?" I asked. "Your pussy is getting wet, Yukie. Even if you won’t admit it, your body wants this."

Yukie didn’t answer. Just stared at me with that blank gaze.

My finger moved deeper. Sliding along the crevice between her pussy lips, feeling the warmth inside. When my fingertip touched her clit, Yukie flinched again. Just slightly, but enough to satisfy me.

"This is your clit," I whispered, circling my fingertip there. "The most sensitive part of your entire body. With one touch here, any woman would get aroused."

Yukie bit her lip. Slightly. Almost invisible. But I saw it.

My finger kept moving, playing with her clit gently but consistently. Slowly, I could feel her pussy getting wetter. Clear fluid began flowing from inside, wetting my finger, making my movements slicker.

"You said all this is useless, Yukie," I said, my voice low. "But look at your body. Look how your pussy responds to my touch. Look how your clit swells. Look how your vaginal hole releases fluid. This is all proof that your body wants this."

Yukie closed her eyes. Didn’t want to see. But she couldn’t close her ears, couldn’t shut off her feelings.

My finger at the back moved too. Pressing against her tiny asshole, feeling how tight the muscles were there. I circled my fingertip at the entrance, feeling the warmth within.

"And here," I continued, "your asshole. Responding too. Look how the muscles contract every time I touch it. Like a tiny mouth wanting to suck my finger."

Yukie opened her eyes. Stared at me with that cold gaze, but behind that gaze, there was something else. Something she couldn’t hide.

"Satisfied?" she asked flatly. "Done showing off your prowess?"

I smiled. "Not yet. This is just the beginning."

My front finger slid in a little deeper. Following the crevice between her pussy lips, searching for her vaginal opening. When my fingertip found the entrance, I stopped.

"Here it is," I whispered. "Your vaginal hole. Still virgin. Never been entered by anything except maybe my finger just now."

Yukie didn’t answer. But her breathing was slightly heavier than before.

I pressed gently. Just a little—the tip of my finger entered, feeling the warmth and moisture inside. Yukie drew a sharp breath. A small sound escaped her mouth.

"Ah..."

[Yukie’s Sexual Arousal increased to 23 (+8)]

I smiled. "Sounds like you’re enjoying this, Yukie."

She didn’t answer. Just stared at me with that cold gaze, even though her face was getting redder.

My finger went deeper. One knuckle. Two knuckles. Almost my entire finger was inside her tight, warm pussy. Inside, her vaginal walls wrapped around my finger, warm, wet, and pulsing.

"Do you know, Yukie?" I said between my movements. "For two years you tortured me, I often dreamed of moments like this. When I could take revenge on you."

My fingers kept moving, searching for sensitive spots inside her vagina.

"I imagined what it would be like to make you moan. Make you lose control. Make you beg."

I found it. A spot inside, slightly rough, that made Yukie react.

"Ah..."

Yukie gasped, her eyes slightly glazing over from the sensation she couldn’t control.

My finger began moving inside. In and out. Slowly. A consistent rhythm. Every movement produced wet sounds, making her pussy wetter and her vaginal walls wrap tighter.

Behind, my other finger entered too. Her asshole was even tighter than her vagina. Only my fingertip could enter, but that was enough to make Yukie gasp again.

"Ah...!"

[Yukie’s Sexual Arousal increased to 28 (+5)]

Both her holes were now filled by my fingers. Front and back. Simultaneously.

"This is just the beginning," I whispered, my movements speeding up. "Imagine if what entered wasn’t my finger, but my cock, much bigger than this. Imagine what it would feel like to have both your holes completely filled by my flesh."

Yukie couldn’t answer. Her mouth was open, her breath ragged, her eyes half-closed. She tried to stay calm, tried not to show reaction, but her body betrayed her.

Her pussy got wetter. Clear fluid flowed freely, wetting her thighs. Her asshole also loosened, beginning to accept my finger deeper.

"I want to hear your voice, Yukie," I whispered. "I want to hear how this feels to you."

I quickened my movements. My front finger pumped in and out rapidly, fucking her wet pussy. My back finger twisted inside her tight asshole.

Yukie bit her lip, trying to hold back her voice.