Colored Hentai Story 1

Chapter 1: Marin’s Deal

My name is Marin, 18, a repeating senior at a Tokyo high school, nicknamed “Marin-chan” for my sailor suit, pink twin-tails, D-cup breasts, perky hips, fair skin, and teasing eyes. I’m a legend in the sugar baby scene, targeting middle-aged men, charging high but famed for my skills. My secret: I don’t care about money—I chase orgasms, the soul-shaking ecstasy.

One night in Kabukicho, I met Shigeru Tanaka, 50, a fat used-car dealer, bald, greasy, in a cheap suit. He nervously offered cash, “Marin-chan, I heard you’re amazing…” I smirked, pushing back the money, “Old man, tonight’s free if you make me cum.” Stunned, I led him to a love hotel, stripped to lace lingerie, my sparse pubic hair glistening. I pushed him onto the bed, licked his musky cock, arousal spiking. I rode him, pussy gripping his cock, moaning, “Old man… fuck me hard…” He pounded roughly, cumming inside after half an hour, my squirting climax soaking the sheets. Ecstasy surged, but my heart felt empty—this orgasm wasn’t enough.

As Tanaka left, I found a silver ring he dropped, etched with arcane runes. Wearing it, my desire exploded, a force urging me to seek greater pleasure. This ring was no ordinary trinket.

Chapter 2: The Ring’s Power

The ring changed everything. Wearing it, my desire burned like wildfire, any old man could make me cum. I offered free services, chasing ecstasy. In alleys, trains, parks, I picked men—salarymen to hobos—letting them fuck my pussy, mouth, or ass. In a back alley, a 60-year-old janitor’s 20cm cock fucked my throat, cumming buckets; on a train, a 45-year-old fat teacher fucked my ass, juices dripping. The ring made their cocks harder, thrusts fiercer, my screams echoing with each orgasm, yet I craved more.

I met a strange man, Ichiro Yamamoto, 55, tall, thin, in a black robe, calling himself a “desire collector.” He said my ring was the “Ring of Lust,” a magical artifact from another world, amplifying desire but eroding the soul. “Marin-chan, give me the ring; I’ll free you.” I refused, “Old man, want to play? Fuck me!” I stripped, rode him, his skilled cock making me cum thrice, squirting like a fountain. He came on my face, warning, “You’ll regret keeping it.” I didn’t care, craving more orgasms.

In this depravity, I met classmate Yuu Sato, 19, a quiet honor student, C-cup breasts, short black hair, neat uniform. He saw my sugar baby acts, saying, “Marin, why ruin yourself?” His care stirred me, but the ring bound me.

Chapter 3: A Touch of Pure Love

Yuu’s kindness shook me. I tried removing the ring, but desire was a drug, causing splitting headaches. I kept hooking, letting three old men fuck me in a club, whipping my ass, shocking my clit with a wand, cum and juices mixing as I screamed in orgasm, my soul tearing. Yuu found me, “Marin, I won’t watch you destroy yourself.” His hug made me cry—someone saw me as human.

I told Yuu about the ring; he helped research, finding it was an otherworldly god’s relic, dooming users to lust. I tried discarding it, but it returned like it was alive. Yamamoto reappeared, “Marin-chan, only pure love breaks the curse.” I sneered, fucked him, using the ring’s tentacle magic to bind him, cumming in his throat. He said, “You’ll fall into the abyss.” I only wanted orgasms.

Yuu didn’t give up, taking me to a shrine. The priest said the ring needed a love ritual to purify. We kissed in the temple, his warmth clearing my mind. But the ring’s power overwhelmed me; I stripped, begging Yuu to fuck me. He refused, “Marin, I love you, not your body.” I cried, unable to resist.

Chapter 4: The Abyss of the Ring

The ring made me spiral. I hosted “free orgasm parties” in Tokyo, letting dozens of old men fuck me, using plugs, nipple clamps, shock wands. In parks, I stripped, bound myself, letting them fuck my pussy and ass, cum coating my face and chest, juices flowing like rivers. I summoned tentacles with the ring, enhancing their cocks, fucking me to unconsciousness. My soul felt devoured, yet I couldn’t stop.

Yuu, with Yamamoto, found the purification method: burn the ring in the otherworldly “Fountain of Desire.” Using the ring’s magic, we teleported to a world of glowing plants and tentacle beasts. Yamamoto warned, “Marin-chan, the fountain amplifies desire; it could ruin you.” I didn’t care, stripping, letting beasts fuck my pussy while sucking Yuu’s cock. Yuu cried, “Marin, stop!” But I squirted, saying, “Yuu, this is me!”

At the fountain, I tried burning the ring, but it turned into tentacles, binding us, stimulating our genitals. I screamed in orgasm, Yuu cumming, the fountain glowing, absorbing our souls.

Chapter 5: The Final Struggle

At the fountain, my soul tore, but I couldn’t abandon ecstasy. Yuu hugged me, “Marin, I love you; don’t let the ring destroy you!” His tears woke me; I threw the ring into the fountain, which exploded, tentacles vanishing, returning us to Tokyo. I thought the curse was gone, but desire lingered in my blood. Yuu’s gentle sex moved me—he licked my pussy, thrust softly, my moans soft: “Yuu… I love you…” Our climax, cum and juices mingling, was love, not curse.

Yamamoto appeared, “Marin-chan, the ring’s power’s in you; you’re desire’s slave.” He gave me glowing fountain liquid, summoning tentacles. I drank, desire erupting, fucking Yamamoto, cumming over him. I told Yuu, “I can’t stop, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He cried, “Marin, I’ll save you.”

We planned a final strike, seeking the fountain’s source—the otherworldly Desire Temple—to end the curse.

Chapter 6: Pure Love Redemption

In the Desire Temple, we faced a glowing Lust God statue, the ring’s power surging. Yamamoto, now a demigod, tentacles writhing, said, “Marin-chan, your slutty pussy’s the god’s offering; Yuu will submit!” He teased my pussy and Yuu’s cock, our moans mixing as we fought. Yuu shouted, “Marin, our love can win!” Our kiss formed white light, shattering the statue, Yamamoto screaming, dissolving into ash.

Curse lifted, we married in Tokyo, living in a Kamakura seaside cottage. I became a painter, Yuu a teacher. Our sex was tender, erotic—under moonlight, I stripped my sailor suit, D-cup breasts enticing. Yuu tied my wrists with silk, licked my clit, thrust gently, my squirting climax crying, “Yuu… I love you…” Our daughter, Aimu, was born, our life blissful, the ring a legend.