Rika Kawasaki’s current posture and expression indeed carried a hint of the laziness and absolute sense of control belonging to an ancient emperor savoring exquisite delicacies and fine wine.
Her arms were stretched out straight to both sides, resting casually yet steadily on the wide, soft back of the Living Room Sofa.
Her fingertips even tapped the fabric in a silent rhythm.
She sank deep into the back of the sofa, her shoulders relaxed yet her back still straight, creating a contradictory posture that was both languid and powerful.
Her head was slightly tilted back, stretching her neck into an elegant and strong line.
Her gray eyes were half-closed, focusing on the “scenery” right in front of her, and her long eyelashes cast faint shadows on her eyelids.
As for the owner of the slender, well-proportioned legs currently draped over her broad shoulders—Kaoru Hoshitani—the situation was entirely different.
His whole body seemed as if the bones had been removed, hanging limply on her like a pile of completely melted, shapeless snow.
Only by relying on his arms, which were unconsciously wrapped tightly around her head with fingers buried deep in her hair, and the relentless pull of gravity, did he manage to maintain this suspended and humiliating posture.
He barely kept himself from sliding down and collapsing into a pathetic mess on the floor.
Because of this, Rika Kawasaki could enjoy the one-of-a-kind “delicacy” of this world with effortless ease and composure.
To her, this was not just extreme physical pleasure, but more like playing with a rare treasure or exploring a hidden Theme Park.
It was not just delicious, but also incredibly fun.
Every subtle tremor of his, every irrepressible sob, and every futile struggle brought immense satisfaction to the desire for conquest and Ownership in her heart—as if verifying her absolute Ownership of this beautiful creation.
However, this extreme “enjoyment” was nothing short of a slow and cruel execution for Kaoru Hoshitani.
At this moment, even his basic effort to grit his teeth and not let a single shameful sound escape had completely failed.
His consciousness had become fragmented under the overloaded sensory stimulation; his defenses had long since vanished.
Following the woman’s surprisingly flexible and skillful assault—which was entirely at odds with her tall and sturdy build—he could only let out a series of intermittent, broken whimpers like the mournful cries of a kitten.
That sound echoed through the silent Living Room, carrying a sob and filled with an unspeakable sense of humiliation and powerlessness from being forcibly dragged into an abyss.
Yet, because of his naturally clear and melodious voice, it sounded exceptionally “pleasant,” as if accompanying his own descent into ruin.
Kaoru Hoshitani had absolutely no experience when facing such a completely foreign, unpredictable, and overwhelming onslaught that he had no way to withstand.
His reaction was panicked. All his intentions to resist quickly disintegrated under her self-taught “skills” and absolute power.
Soon, he was utterly defeated. His consciousness blurred, and he could only passively endure every wave of the impact.
When Rika Kawasaki suddenly felt the slender legs draped over her shoulders tighten, clamping her head like startled vines, she showed no surprise or discomfort.
Instead, a flash of understanding and deeper excitement crossed her gray eyes.
She knew exactly what was about to happen—it was the final, unconscious spasm of a Victim on the verge of total collapse.
This acted as a signal for the final charge in her heart.
Instead of slowing down, she launched her final “encirclement” with even more focus and haste, intending to reach the end in one go and push him completely into an irreversible vortex.
“Mmm… no… let… let go…”
Kaoru Hoshitani seemed to suddenly wake from the suffocation of drowning, letting out a broken protest of unclear meaning.
He began to struggle violently. His previously limp legs kicked out wildly, his toes tensed, and his hands tried to push her head away.
His body twisted desperately like a fish out of water, seemingly trying to escape that terrifying Black Hole that felt like it would suck his Soul dry and consume him entirely.
However, against the lopsided difference in strength and his current weakened state, all of this was ultimately just a futile death struggle.
Rika Kawasaki quickly used 1 arm to firmly hoop his waist, which was so thin she could almost wrap her hands around it, locking him in place.
At the same time, she tilted her head and adjusted her angle like a gluttonous diner ready to drink her fill.
Her Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and a near-devout, focused dark light flickered in her gray eyes.
“Hah…”
A heavy sigh, as if squeezed from the deepest part of her chest and mixed with something else, rang out in the silence.
About 2 minutes later, all the intense movement finally began to subside.
Rika Kawasaki finally loosened her grip, slowly setting down the now soul-less Kaoru Hoshitani, who looked like an exquisite doll that had been broken from being played with too much.
He was soaked. His black hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and cheeks.
His eyes were wide and unfocused, his pupils dilated, and his chest heaved violently.
Only the subtle, continuous trembling proved that his Life remained.
Rika Kawasaki pulled him back into her arms, letting his weak, powerless body lean against her own sweaty but still firm chest.
With a near-greedy gaze, she admired the “broken” face of the man who was originally pure and delicate, but was now flushed with an unusual redness because of her “masterpiece.”
His eyes were tearful, his lips slightly swollen, and his expression was dazed and blurry.
Meanwhile, she raised her other hand and casually wiped the moisture from the corner of her mouth with her thumb.
Then, she performed an action that made what remained of Kaoru Hoshitani’s consciousness feel a shame worse than death.
She slowly and deliberately put that finger into her mouth, as if savoring the final aftertaste of a top-tier dish.
Her gray eyes narrowed slightly, revealing unmasked satiety and the focus of a connoisseur.
As she continued to “develop” Kaoru Hoshitani’s body and reactions, Rika Kawasaki discovered with pleasant surprise that this small Man was indeed the greatest and most exquisite creation in the world.
He was a treasure through and through, like a fascinating mine that could never be fully explored or exhausted.
Every touch and every deep intrusion brought a new, shivering experience.
And she, naturally and necessarily, had to be the sole Owner and miner of this treasure.
Her gaze no longer lingered only on the person in her arms; she began to look around the small Living Room.
Her eyes swept over the warm photos on the wall, the couple’s Water Glass sets placed side by side on the coffee table, a jacket draped over the sofa that clearly belonged to another woman, and the atmosphere of two people living together that permeated the air.
Everywhere in this House were traces left behind by Kaoru Hoshitani and his Useless Girlfriend living together.
Whether tangible or intangible, they silently proclaimed their intimacy and belonging.
This unexpectedly caused a sharp, extremely negative emotion to rise in Rika Kawasaki’s heart.
Perhaps she would never admit it, but the name of this emotion was “jealousy.”
Before this, she might have felt that snatching a cherished Boyfriend from another woman and watching that woman collapse in Despair would bring a stronger, more twisted sense of achievement.
But now, after developing real and deep feelings for this small Man that even she hadn’t anticipated, that thought had quietly changed.
She began to feel a belated but incredibly strong regret. ‘Why wasn’t I the one to meet him first?’
She couldn’t help but imagine that if the two of them had met earlier, before Kaoru Hoshitani’s Life was occupied by another woman, their relationship wouldn’t be as twisted and filled with hatred as it was now.
Then, the woman who was so close to him, loving him and spending every day by his side, would have been her.
They would have had a normal meeting, gotten to know each other, and fallen in love.
He would have looked at her with those clear Little Deer Eyes full of dependence, he would have gently prepared meals for her, and he would have proactively snuggled into her arms at Night…
Instead of now, where she needed to use threats, coercion, and harm to maintain this morbid link.
But now, every inch of Kaoru Hoshitani’s skin, every breath, and even every corner of this room seemed to retain the tangible or intangible traces left by another woman.
This realization was like tiny venomous thorns pricking her ever-expanding possessiveness.
In nature, a Female often possesses a strong and primitive possessiveness over her chosen Male.
Whether it is a lioness in a pride or a female polar bear on the Arctic ice, when they decide to breed with a Male who already has offspring with another Female, they will often kill those cubs without hesitation to completely erase the marks left by their competitor.
And the behavior of marking a Male with various body fluids and scents to declare absolute Ownership is even more common in the animal world.
At this moment, what was churning in Rika Kawasaki’s heart was precisely this near-instinctive, savage, and direct urge for possession.
She wanted to use her own way, right here in the nest belonging to another woman—in their “love nest”—to dye the man in her arms from head to toe in her own “color,” overwriting the scents and marks of all others.
She wanted to leave her brand here, making this place full of her scent, her traces, and her sense of control.
Once this thought arose, it was as uncontrollable as a wildfire.
She was no longer satisfied with just the Living Room Sofa. She wanted to go further, invading the more central and private territory.
Thinking of this, she tightened her arms, holding the still weak and dazed Kaoru Hoshitani more firmly as she stood up from the sofa.
Her movements were steady and strong, as if she were carrying a precious Trophy.
She stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the closed Bedroom door at the end of the Corridor, and walked toward it without hesitation.