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Whoever was knocking at my door, they were persistent, they were loud, and they were up far too early for a weekend.

“I’m coming, I’m coming…”

I swung the door open, ready to tell off whoever was hellbent on ruining my Sunday morning, but—

“Good morning, Yoshinaga-senpai.” Himuro Hina stood in my doorway. She hadn’t changed since I graduated— her strict, knowing stare, her dark, silky, cascading hair, her slender figure, it was all the same as I remembered.

When I was still a high school student, Hina had been the student council vice president— under me, actually. After losing a penalty game with my friends, I’d run for student council president as a joke, and those guys thought it’d be even funnier if I won. I still don’t know how they pulled that one off.

“Himuro-san? What are you doing here?” And behind her, two other girls I didn’t expect to see. “And Fukuzawa-san and Niko-chan, too.”

Fukuzawa Sakura was leaned against the railing of my fourth-story apartment. If my alma mater had one queen bee, it would be her. Sakura was stunningly rich and stunningly beautiful, and wanted everyone to know. Today, as always, she was dressed to make a statement, a tight red skirt that barely fell past her crotch, and a tight blouse, tailored to strain against her huge chest. Sakura flicked her pink dyed hair and tossed back her mini twin tails, sizing me up. “Could be worse. Ex-Prez, you get a pass.”

“Come on, Fukuzawa-san, don’t be rude.” My childhood friend, Amai Niko, gave a small wave and a shy smile. Her flaxen hair was pulled behind a hair bow. The morning light fell around her flowing sundress. “It’s been a while, Kazu-kun.”

“Yeah… it’s good to see you too.” I looked at the school’s three top idols, standing outside my apartment. “So, what’s the occasion?”

“Per the Doll Bride Law, you’ve been selected to be our owner. Starting today, the three of us are your dolls.” Hina said. “A notification letter should have been sent to you a week ago.”

“Ah, I must’ve missed it.”

Hina clicked her tongue. “Careless as always. You really ought to get in the habit of checking your mail, Yoshinaga-senpai.”

“I see you haven’t changed. As sharp-tongued as ever.”

“Indulge me, senpai. It’s rare for an owner to let his dolls talk back to him, so I’d like to get it out of my system while you’re still in shock.”

“Heh, enjoy it while it lasts.” I stepped to the side and held the door open for them. “Come on in.”

-

I wasn’t too keen on the specifics of how it happened, but as the result of some terrible disease and to combat declining birth rates, the Doll Bride Law had been enacted. In short, men were to be raised for their virility, and women, for their fertility, and the best of both would be set up together.

Of course, there was no guarantee the women would survive the breeding— hence it became common practice to assign multiple dolls to a single man. The dolls who did make it along enough to bear children were afforded the coveted chance to become their owner’s wives, with all the social prestige that entailed.

Which brings us to today. The instant the four of us stepped into my bedroom, Sakura shoved me onto the bed and pounced. She tossed her purse on the nightstand, letting her phone, wallet, makeup kit, and assorted sex toys carelessly scatter out of it. And then, she shoved me to the mattress, sitting on my thighs and pulling her shirt off over her head and letting her heavy breasts bounce free. From where I lay, I could see she wasn’t wearing undergarments of any kind.

“Let’s not waste any time, Senpai.” With a flirty wink, Sakura undid my pants and freed my dick, rubbing the head against her sopping wet entrance. You’re going to knock me up, and I’m going to become your wife, got it?”

“F-Fukuzawa-san!” Niko exclaimed.

“What’s wrong with a doll showing a little initiative?” Flashing a toothy grin, Sakura took on my full length all at once— and then, a sharp, involuntary gasp tore through her lips. A visible bulge poked just beneath her belly button. Sakura shifted from side to side to adjust, but the sudden entry had left her lightheaded.

I seized the opportunity and threw her backwards, pinning her legs up in a mating press and holding her to the mattress by the neck.

“Nothing wrong with an eager doll, but you need to be taught a lesson.” I leaned into the chokehold, my face just centimeters away from her struggling visage. A quick glance at Niko and Hina’s aroused faces confirmed they were paying close attention. “You don’t call the shots around here. I do.”

And with that, I grabbed her thighs and began to fuck her.

When I was a student, there had been all sorts of nasty rumors about what Fukuzawa Sakura got up to. Given how breathless she was as I pounded her, it seemed those rumors were probably untrue, or at least exaggerated, or that I really was that much more peerless relative to her hypothetical, rumored partners. With each thrust, the bulge in her stomach got larger. Sakura’s voice got higher and higher, each cry more lustful than the last. She gazed up with passionate tears rolling down her eyes as she began to rock back against me with her sexy, toned abs.

“S-Senpai… you’re gonna break me.” Sakura spoke between gasps. “Y-you’re destroying my womb…”

I slapped her titties. An orgasmic spark ran through her. “Is that a problem?”

Before she could answer, I lifted up her hips and began fucking her harder. Her pussy juices sprayed out and dribbled down her ass, and as the pleasure mounted, I could feel myself getting closer.

Sakura’s eyes were dazed. I slapped her tits again and repeated the question. “Is that a problem, doll?”

“N-No! Break it! Break me!” She screamed. It was a quick turnaround, but little remained of the spoiled rich girl she was must moments ago. She was just a slutty doll, now, ready and willing to accept my seed and whatever consequences might arise.

As my first climax approached, I accelerated, feeling her velvety slit clamp down as she came for what may well be her last time.

It’s that sexy gaze that pushed me over the edge. I blasted her insides with semen, pumping her even through my own orgasm. With each passing second, Sakura’s stomach grew, as if she were pregnant with my cum. Screams of ecstatic agony resounded in my apartment as I filled her, filled her—

Blood flowed out of her belly button. It was a small puncture at first, and then, like a balloon, her womb ruptured. Blood, guts, and cum dribbled out Sakura. She glanced down at her destroyed body, then back up to me— despite everything, what remains of her slutty, slender form is still shaking from her final orgasm. Sakura gazes up at me, the corners of her eyes tinged with tears of deadly delight.

“Y-Your dick, Senpai… Let me clean it off, before…”

Her strength was fading fast, but I got the memo. I grabbed her hair and pulled her to my cock, spilling out more of her innards in the process, but she smiled through the pain, dutifully licking and sucking with her final breath. As her movements slowed, I grabbed her head and thrust into it like an onahole, climaxing one more time into her throat.

As I let go of Sakura, she fell backwards, eyes glazed and body still. I’m not sure when she died, nor if it was from blood loss or choking on my dick, but the final look on her face is of utter satisfaction.

On the far side of the room, Niko and Hina were in their own afterglows, coming down from shared masturbatory highs. Hina’s uniform was half-unbuttoned, one hand beneath her bra and the other underneath her skirt. Niko had evidently resisted touching herself, but was no less aroused.

I pushed Sakura’s corpse off the bed, carelessly letting her flop to the floorboards with a satisfying thump. Thank goodness I had the foresight to invest in blood-proof sheets and floorboards.

“So, who’s next?”