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akumu (Ayano)

The Dream of Ayano Kawahara: A Rain-Slicked Promise Tonight, I was violated again. By Shinichi, the mastermind of this hell. He made me perform "that" over and over. I’m not happy about it, but apparently, I’m good at "fellatio." It’s embarrassing... I use my tongue to lick that thick mass, so carefully. If I use my saliva to make wet sounds, he praises me. If my teeth graze him even a little, he strikes my head. The control is so difficult. I suck and lick his swelling heat. It keeps him in a good mood. My jaw begins to ache after a while, but I can only wait for the signal. Eventually, the tip pulses, and that "semen" spills out with that pungent, unmistakable smell. Like chestnut flowers—that unique, unpleasant scent. It’s bitter and sickening. I still hate it. But if I don’t swallow every last drop, he’ll grab my hair and make things even worse. I can’t let a single drop spill. I pinch my nose and force my throat to work. Gulp. When I make that sound, he looks satisfied and lets me go. If I choke, it backflows through my nose, and the pain is unbearable. So, I just swallow. It’s the only way to make the suffering end, if only for a moment. I’m supposedly skilled at this. I've been forced to drink it countless times. And afterward... just like everyone else, I’m ravaged, front and back, completely destroyed. If I scream "Stop!", it only excites him more, dragging the nightmare on. After he comes inside me a few times, I’m left like a game console with a dead battery. Motionless. Then, I’m finally thrown back into my cell. But this is the only thing I look forward to in my day. I can escape into a dream. Without even wiping the sticky fluids from my body, I sink into a sleep as heavy as mud. In my dreams, I am finally free. Who should I be today? The version of me that broke the track and field record? Or when we won the ball sports tournament? Clinging to past glory is fine, but lately... I only dream of a "date." I’ve never actually been on one. But if I had a boyfriend... I piece together those silly conversations I had with Suzu and Ruka during recess, creating my own ideal. In my dream, I’m waiting for "him" in my usual clothes. At the game center in front of the station. The neon lights and the glow of the arcade cabinets shimmer against the glass. "Alright! This time, I'm definitely going to win!" Fighting games, rhythm games, crane games... I challenged him with such confidence, but it’s just a string of pathetic losses. "No way... I practiced so much..." I begged my Papa to buy all these machines for my room. I polished my skills every day after school, more than anyone else. Yet, I can't beat him. My throat tightens with frustration. My competitive spirit flares up, and I find myself making a reckless promise. "Please, one more! If I lose the next one... I’ll do anything you say." That was the turning point. Before I knew it, we were inside the narrow photo booth, sharing our first kiss. My heart is pounding so loud that the noisy BGM in the arcade feels like it’s coming from another world. "...Idiot. ...But, it’s not bad." As we stepped out of the arcade, a sudden downpour tore through the sky. "Ugh, it’s freezing!" I rushed under a roof, clutching my wet collar. My favorite boy’s shirt is sticking to my skin, making the pattern of my bra embarrassingly visible. "Don't look! ...Eh? You’re going to buy me a change of clothes?" (To be continued...)

Dati di generazione

Modello

NTR MIX | illustrious-XL | Noob-XL

v4.0

Estensioni

Illustrious Style Pack

Prompt

1girl, (spiky hair:1.2), orange hair, short hair, sidelocks, half closed green eyes, small breasts, short, oversized white shirt, black short pants, black suspenders, socks, white sneakers, standing in arcade, confident pose,

Prompt Negativo

worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, extra digits, fewer digits, blurry, watermark, signature, text,

Seed

1700462895

Steps

Scala CFG

Sampler

Euler a