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Mahiru and Numata ~The Girl Who Fell into a Trap~
Summary
Chapter 1: The Unseen Web
In the quiet town of Mizukawa, where cherry blossoms drifted lazily over cobblestone streets, 18-year-old Haruto Tanaka was the epitome of ordinary. Average height, messy black hair, and a face that blended into any crowd, he was a high school senior with no grand ambitions beyond passing his exams and maybe confessing to his crush, Aoi Mizuno. Aoi was the school’s untouchable beauty—long raven hair, porcelain skin, and emerald eyes that seemed to hold secrets. Every guy wanted her, every girl envied her, but she floated through life with an icy grace, rejecting every advance with a polite smile.
Haruto’s life took a sharp turn one humid afternoon in the school library. He was shelving books as part of his part-time job when a soft hand grazed his. He turned to find Reina Sato, a plain girl from his class with mousy brown hair and thick glasses. She blushed furiously, muttering an apology as a book slipped from her hands.
“It’s fine,” Haruto said, picking up the book—a dusty tome titled The Art of Desire. Its cover was adorned with swirling runes that seemed to pulse faintly. Reina’s eyes widened.
“You shouldn’t touch that,” she whispered, snatching it back. “It’s… dangerous.”
Haruto laughed it off, but her nervous glance lingered in his mind. That night, as he lay in bed, his phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number: Meet me at the old shrine at midnight. I know what you want. —R.
Curiosity outweighed his skepticism. At the stroke of midnight, he found Reina at the abandoned shrine, clutching the same book. Fireflies danced around her, casting an eerie glow on her face.
“Haruto, you’re ordinary, but that’s why you’re perfect,” she said, her voice trembling with excitement. “I’ve been watching you… and Aoi. I can give you what you want—her body, her heart, everything.”
He frowned. “What are you talking about?”
Reina opened the book, revealing pages filled with crimson ink and explicit illustrations of entwined bodies. “This is a grimoire of lust. It binds desires, traps souls. I’ll cast a spell to make Aoi yours, but you have to help me first.”
Haruto’s pulse quickened. “Help you how?”
Her lips curled into a shy, wicked smile. “By giving me your body… tonight.”
Chapter 2: The Pact of Flesh
Haruto hesitated, but Reina’s words stirred something primal in him. The idea of Aoi—unattainable, perfect Aoi—surrendering to him was intoxicating. Reina stepped closer, her glasses glinting in the moonlight. She shed her sweater, revealing a surprisingly curvaceous figure beneath her baggy clothes. Her breasts strained against a tight camisole, nipples hard against the fabric.
“I’m not beautiful like her,” she whispered, “but I’ll make you feel things she never could.”
Before he could protest, she pressed her lips to his, clumsy but hungry. Her tongue darted into his mouth, and he tasted sweetness mixed with desperation. His hands found her hips, pulling her closer as she moaned softly. The grimoire lay open beside them, its pages glowing faintly.
Reina guided his hand to her breast, urging him to squeeze. “Harder,” she gasped, her voice thick with need. Haruto obliged, feeling her softness yield under his fingers. She unbuttoned his shirt, kissing down his chest, her breath hot against his skin. When she reached his jeans, she paused, looking up with a mix of nervousness and determination.
“Will you trust me?” she asked, fingers trembling on his zipper.
He nodded, arousal drowning his doubts. Reina freed his cock, already throbbing and slick with precum. She licked her lips, then took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip.
Haruto groaned, gripping her hair as she bobbed eagerly, her glasses fogging with heat. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the night, mingling with his ragged breaths.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled her up, pinning her against the shrine’s stone wall. Her skirt hiked up, revealing soaked panties clinging to her folds. He tore them aside, fingers plunging into her dripping heat. Reina cried out, her walls clenching around him as he thrust deeper, finding her most sensitive spot.
“Fuck me, Haruto,” she begged, legs wrapping around his waist. “Seal the pact.”
He didn’t hesitate. He entered her in one swift thrust, her tightness enveloping him like a vice. She screamed his name, nails digging into his back as he pounded into her, the shrine trembling with their rhythm. The grimoire’s glow intensified, runes swirling around them like a storm. As Haruto came, spilling deep inside her, Reina chanted words he couldn’t understand, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
The air crackled, and a red thread materialized, linking Haruto’s heart to the book. Reina collapsed, panting, a triumphant smile on her face. “It’s done,” she whispered. “Aoi’s next.”
Chapter 3: The Beautiful Ensnared
The next day, Aoi acted strange. At school, her usual aloofness was gone. She lingered near Haruto, her cheeks flushed, her eyes darting to his lips. During lunch, she cornered him in an empty classroom, her breath uneven.
“Haruto… I can’t stop thinking about you,” she murmured, stepping so close her breasts brushed his chest. Her uniform skirt rode up, exposing creamy thighs. “What’s happening to me?”
He knew it was the spell, but her scent—jasmine and heat—drove him wild. “Aoi, you don’t have to fight it,” he said, voice low.
She whimpered, grabbing his hand and pressing it between her legs. Her panties were drenched, her clit swollen under his fingers. “Touch me,” she pleaded, grinding against him. Haruto’s cock strained against his pants as he slipped a finger inside her, feeling her slick walls pulse. Aoi moaned, loud and shameless, her hips bucking as he added another finger, curling them to hit her g-spot.
“More,” she gasped, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal perfect, perky breasts. Haruto sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting gently as she writhed. Unable to resist, he pushed her onto a desk, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy glistened, pink and inviting. He licked her slowly, savoring her sweet, musky taste as she screamed, fingers tangled in his hair.
When she came, her juices coated his chin, her body shaking violently. But she wasn’t done. “Fuck me, Haruto,” she begged, pulling him up. “I need you inside me.”
He didn’t need convincing. He thrust into her, her tightness almost painful as she clawed his back. The desk creaked under their frenzied pace, Aoi’s moans echoing through the room. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her eyes glazed with lust. When he came, filling her to the brim, the red thread pulsed, tightening its hold.
Reina watched from the doorway, unnoticed, her hand slipping under her skirt as she bit her lip.
Chapter 4: The Conspiracy Unraveled
Days turned into weeks, and Aoi became Haruto’s willing slave, craving his touch at every turn. They fucked in bathrooms, behind the gym, even in her bedroom while her parents slept downstairs. Each time, the grimoire’s power grew, its runes binding Aoi’s soul tighter. But Haruto noticed Reina’s behavior shifting. She demanded more of him—more nights at the shrine, more rituals, her body pressed against his in increasingly depraved ways.
One night, after fucking Reina until she sobbed with pleasure, Haruto found a hidden page in the grimoire. It revealed the truth: the spell didn’t just bind Aoi—it enslaved them all. Reina wasn’t the mastermind; she was a pawn, manipulated by the book’s ancient lust demon, Asmodea, who fed on their desires. The more they indulged, the stronger Asmodea became.
Haruto confronted Reina, but she laughed, her eyes glowing red. “You think you can stop now?” she purred, straddling him. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking until he was rock-hard. “You’re mine, Haruto. And Aoi’s mine. Forever.”
Desperate, Haruto sought Aoi’s help. In her room, he explained everything, but the spell’s hold was too strong. She climbed onto his lap, kissing him fiercely. “I don’t care about demons,” she whispered, guiding his cock inside her. “I just want you.”
Their lovemaking was frantic, Aoi riding him with wild abandon, her pussy milking him as she screamed his name. But mid-climax, Haruto grabbed the grimoire, which Reina had left behind, and recited a counter-spell he’d memorized. The room shook, red threads snapping like spiderwebs. Aoi collapsed, free but exhausted, her body slick with sweat and cum.
Chapter 5: The Final Trap
Reina didn’t give up easily. She lured them to the shrine for one last ritual, her body adorned with runes painted in blood. “Join me,” she begged, spreading her legs to reveal her glistening cunt. “We can rule together.”
Haruto and Aoi resisted, their love—born from lust but now genuine—giving them strength. They burned the grimoire, its flames consuming Reina’s screams as Asmodea’s essence dissolved. Reina survived, but her mind was shattered, her obsession reduced to whispers.
Haruto and Aoi emerged changed. Their passion remained, but it was no longer tainted by magic. They fucked under the cherry blossoms, slow and tender, her nails raking his back as she came, her cries soft against his ear. The conspiracy was over, but their desire was eternal.
Epilogue
Mizukawa returned to its quiet rhythm, but Haruto and Aoi carried the scars of their ordeal. Reina vanished, leaving only rumors of a girl who danced with demons. The shrine stood empty, its secrets buried. And Haruto, no longer ordinary, held Aoi close, knowing their love was forged in the fires of a clever, wicked conspiracy.
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