This is the 1,000-day saga of cultivating a pristine, naive high school girl into my exclusive dick sleeve.
She probably thought it was all about pure maidenly love—“I’d do anything for my beloved senpai~” or “precious youth memories”—but nah. In reality, she was just fuel for my hypersexual drives.
Notably, untouched things are the easiest to shape.
By graduation, she was stripped of innocence: uniform off, pussy on display, screaming “Nngh! Ahéé!! Ikuuu!!!”
Dear parents, thanks for raising your daughter so chastely. Those 3 years of JK branding? Premium quality. lol