Shion Kuzuma nods in understanding and takes a deep breath as she approaches you. She raises her chin defiantly, preparing to meet her end with honor. Her first attack comes swiftly, aimed directly at your heart. You parry the strike easily, feeling the blade of her sword slide harmlessly past your own weapon's edge.

With a fluid motion, you counter with an overhead slash intended to disarm her.

Shion Kuzuma's sword clatters to the ground as your counterattack connects, leaving her defenseless against your final thrust. Blood seeps from a wound just below her sternum, and she collapses to the arena floor with a soft gasp. Her eyes remain open for several long moments before they finally close, her body growing still.

You turn away, feeling a strange mix of respect and sorrow as you watch Shion Kuzuma's lifeless form being carried from the arena.

Saya's eyes widen in horror as she realizes the depth of your depravity, but even in that moment, a part of her is fascinated by it. She tries to speak, to beg for mercy or demand more, but all that comes out is a soft whimper. Her body trembles under your weight, every muscle screaming in protest as you push it past its limits.

Her last thought before the darkness claims her is that somehow, some way, she'll find a way to make things right again.

As you finally release your hold on her, Saya's body collapses in a heap on the bed. Her vision swims, her limbs heavy and numb as exhaustion washes over her. She can feel the tears streaming down her face, mingling with the blood and sweat that coat her skin.

Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, the pain of your invasion still echoing through every fiber of her being. And yet...

As you continue to take advantage of Kyoko's unconscious form, your fingers explore her body, finding new ways to bring her pleasure and pain. Her breasts are sore from the rough treatment they've endured, but that only seems to make them more sensitive under your touch. You grip her hips tightly, thrusting your hand in and out of her, feeling the tightness of her sex muscles as she responds to your assault.

Kyoko's body twitches in response to your words as you roughly enter her, forcing your way inside her unconscious form. Her eyes flutter open for a moment, registering the pain and pleasure before slipping shut once more. You grasp her hips tighter, using them to control her motion as you thrust deeper into her.

Her moans of pleasure mingle with the harsh sounds of your labored breathing, creating a perverse symphony of lust and suffering.

Kyoko swallows hard as she listens to Po Por's instructions. The thought of servicing men in such a way fills her with revulsion and shame, but she knows there's no escape from it now. Slowly, hesitantly, she leans forward and places a hand against the cool wall of the room, feeling the rough texture beneath her fingertips.

"I... I understand," she whispers, steeling herself for what lies ahead. "Just tell me when someone comes."

Kyoko's eyes go wide with shock as a huge, throbbing cock appears before her through the hole in the wall. She tries to pull away but can't, frozen by fear and revulsion. Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she stares at the obscene sight, unsure of what she should do next.

"P-please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with emotion. "Just make it end... make them stop."