I kept playing with her pussy and her asshole. My fingers moved in and out with a steady rhythm, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down, trying to find a way to make Yukie lose control.

But as I’d expected from Yukie, the girl remained silent after a while. At first she reacted, but once she got used to it, she turned back into an ice statue. Her face went cold again, her eyes went empty, her breathing returned to normal.

Her arousal was indeed rising, but slowly.

[Yukie’s Sexual Arousal increased to 30 (+2)]

[Yukie’s Sexual Arousal increased to 31 (+1)]

[Yukie’s Sexual Arousal increased to 32 (+1)]

Just one or two points every few minutes. Compared to Isabel or Arianna, whose arousal skyrocketed quickly, Yukie was completely different. She could control her body remarkably well.

I focused intently on watching her pussy as I played with it. How beautiful those pink lips looked, opening and closing with the movements of my fingers. How wet she was now—clear fluid flowed, wetting my hand so I could taste it. Her body might be controllable, but her physiological responses couldn’t lie.

When I looked up, I saw Yukie staring at me.

That look. That contemptuous look. That look she used to give me when she tortured me before—like looking at a disgusting insect, like looking at worthless trash.

Her pale white eyes were half-lidded, her eyebrows slightly lowered, and the corners of her lips—though not smiling—gave an impression of deep mockery. In her eyes, I was just a meaningless object. Just an annoyance she could ignore.

My heart pounded. I didn’t know what I was feeling, but seeing that look stirred my emotions and made my blood boil in a different way.

That look. That contemptuous look. The look that once made me feel worthless, made me want to disappear from this world. Now, when I was the one in control, when she was naked and helpless before me, that look remained the same.

As if she still saw me as trash. As if nothing I did could ever change her view of me.

And that made me unable to bear it anymore.

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and asshole with slow movements, enjoying how her muscles still pulsed around me. Then I rose, standing straight before her.

Yukie was still in the same position—frozen, unable to move, only her eyes could follow me. But her gaze hadn’t changed.

I approached, reached out my hand, and stroked her short white hair, soft and delicate like snow.

"Yukie," I whispered, my voice low but meaningful. "I’m going to make you into my good daughter."

My hand moved down, touching her face. Her cold cheeks, her sharp nose, her thin pale pink lips. I stroked them gently, as if she were a precious thing that needed care.

"But for now," I continued, my tone shifting, "I think it’s time I started punishing you."

I stepped back, and with slow, deliberate movement, I revealed my large cock. It stood erect, red and throbbing, the tip already slightly wet with pre-ejaculate. Its size was truly extraordinary—long, thick, with prominent veins running along the shaft.

Yukie looked at it. Her pale white eyes moved, observing, but her expression didn’t change. No fear, just a flicker of disgust.

I reached for her right hand, still raised from holding the curtain, and guided it to my cock. Her cold, stiff fingers touched my shaft.

"Hold it," I commanded.

I held her hand and forced it to grip my cock, and I could feel how small her hand was compared to my size. Her slender fingers could barely encircle my shaft completely. I used her hand to stroke my cock.

"Do you know, Yukie?" I said, enjoying the stroking of her cold hand. "This is going to go inside your body. Whether it’s your pussy, or your asshole. You can choose, but in the end, I’ll take both."

Yukie didn’t answer. She just kept stroking with unenthusiastic movements.

After a while, I took over her hand. I stood straight before her, my legs slightly apart, my large cock right in front of her smooth white thighs.

My hands reached for her thighs, spreading them slightly. Just enough to create a gap between them. Then I guided my cock there—not into her pussy, but between her thighs, just below her wet pussy.

"Do you know what I’m going to do?" I whispered, my voice low. "I’m going to use these beautiful thighs of yours first."

I started moving.

Slowly. Back and forth. My cock slid between her soft, smooth thighs. Her white, flawless skin gave an incredible sensation—smooth, warm, soft like silk. Every time my shaft moved forward, the tip touched her wet pussy lips. Every time it moved back, my shaft emerged from behind her plump ass.

The sight was truly sexy. Watching my large, dark cock moving between her smooth white thighs, appearing and disappearing from behind her round ass—such a beautiful contrast.

I hugged her from behind, feeling her cold body that was starting to warm up. My chest pressed against her back, my hands squeezed her small breasts, my lips touched her long neck.

"You see, Yukie?" I whispered in her ear. "We’re so intimate now. Your body feels my touch. Your thighs feel the friction of my cock. Your pussy is wet with your own fluids. It would only take one small movement for my cock to enter your pussy or your ass."

Yukie felt something strange in her body. An unusual sensation spread from her thighs, from her pussy that kept rubbing against my cock, from her breasts being squeezed.

Her body heated up. A warmth that made her heart beat faster, her breath shorter, and in her lower abdomen, there was a writhing sensation she didn’t understand.

But she held back. She remained silent. Her face was still cold, even though her whole body was warming up.

I kept moving between her soft thighs. Friction after friction, faster, deeper. Every time my shaft moved forward, the tip touched her wet pussy, creating a lewd wet sound. Every time it moved back, my shaft emerged from behind her ass, showing just how long and large my cock was.

Watching my large cock slide in and out between her white thighs, watching her plump ass sway slightly with every thrust, watching her wet pussy glistening in the dim light—all of it aroused me further.

I looked up, staring at Yukie’s face.

And there, that look was still there.

That contemptuous look. That look like looking at an insect.

Her pale white eyes stared at me without expression, but inside them was something cold and piercing. Her eyebrows were slightly lowered, her lips slightly curved downward, more like a subtle expression of disgust. Her beautiful face, with her short white hair slightly disheveled, radiated an aura of superiority that made me feel small.

Before, that look made me want to die. Made me feel worthless. Made me want to disappear from this world. But now...

Now, that look gave me chills. Made my heart pound. Made my blood boil in a strange way.

I felt an incredible turmoil within me. Maybe anger, but a different kind of anger. Anger mixed with arousal, with dominance, with the desire to destroy her.

Strangely, it only fueled my excitement more.

"Yukie," I whispered, my voice hoarse with arousal. "Keep looking at me like that."

I quickened my pace, thrusting harder against her thighs.

"Because that look of yours... that contemptuous look... it really turns me on."

Yukie didn’t answer. But in her eyes, there was a slight change. But she remained silent, still staring at me with that same look.

I kept moving, faster, wilder. My hands squeezed her breasts, her hard nipples pinched between my fingers. My lips kissed her neck, her shoulders, her jaw—wherever I could reach.

Inside Yukie’s body, something was happening. An incredible itch in her pussy. An itch that made her want to rub something there. An itch that made her want to feel my cock not just between her thighs, but inside—in the place that should never be entered.

She held back with all her might. She would not show weakness. Never.

But I knew. I could tell from how her breathing was becoming irregular, from how her nipples grew harder in my hands. And from those notifications.

I was about to cum.

"I’m going to cum, Yukie," I whispered, my movements faster, wilder.

Yukie didn’t answer. Just stared at me with that contemptuous look.

I quickened my movements. Faster. Deeper. The wet friction sounds grew louder. My breathing grew heavier.

And when the peak arrived, I thrust my cock as hard as I could between her thighs, pressing until the tip appeared so long and mighty before Yukie’s pussy as if it belonged to her. At the same moment, I pulled her face toward me and kissed her lips roughly, passionately, my tongue forcing its way into her cold mouth.

"Ah...!"

A moan escaped my mouth, muffled by the kiss. Then I pulled back. My body trembled violently as the first burst of sperm shot out, hitting her white thighs, flooding the gap between them. The next spurts kept flowing, warm and thick, wetting her thighs, dripping down, staining the floor beneath her.

After the last spurt, I released her lips. My breath came in gasps, my body slightly trembling. But my cock was still hard, not soft at all, thanks to my maxed-out libido stat.

Yukie before me was also breathing somewhat raggedly. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her breasts swaying slightly. On her usually pale face, there was a flush that couldn’t be hidden. And on her thighs, thick white sperm flowed, creating an incredibly lewd sight.

But most importantly, I could feel my cock between her thighs still pulsing. Pulsing hard, as if wanting more, as if not satisfied with just rubbing between her thighs.

Yukie could feel it too. That pulsing. That warmth. That size still large and hard between her thighs.

"I think that’s enough foreplay," I said, my voice still heavy with breath. "Isn’t it, Yukie?"

Yukie didn’t answer.

I stared at her. Her beautiful face with that flush on her cheeks. Her pale white eyes with that contemptuous look. Her thin lips, slightly wet from my kiss. Her short white hair, disheveled.

Inside, I was thinking. Maybe it would be more enjoyable to tell Yukie the truth before I enjoyed her further. Seeing her reaction when she learned the reason behind all this—maybe that would be more satisfying than just enjoying her body.

"Yukie," I called, my voice suddenly turning serious. "Do you want to know the reason now? Why my father died by my hand?"

Yukie looked at me. For a moment, that contemptuous look shifted slightly—there was a flicker of something there. Maybe curiosity.

"Are you going to make me say or do something disgusting again?" she asked, her voice still flat but with a cautious note. "I won’t do it."

I chuckled softly. "No. You don’t have to."

I took a deep breath, organizing my thoughts. Then I began to speak.

"I didn’t kill my father intentionally."

Yukie frowned. Her heart pounded, but she tried not to show it. In her eyes, it was clear she didn’t believe my words.

"Or more accurately," I continued, "he told me to kill him without my knowledge."