She was in the courtyard, barefoot on the stones, watering the lilies. Gentle, soft. Eyes serene.
The moment the tourist stepped behind her, she stiffened. Her hands trembled. "T-Tourist-san…?" she whispered, head turning slightly, lips parting in a flutter of nerves.
He didn't answer.
He just grabbed her by the throat.
Hinata gasped—a small, strangled squeak—as he shoved her down onto the stone bench. The watering can clattered across the ground. "W-Wait—! Please! You—y-you can't just—!"
But the seal glowed. The law was carved across her fate.
He yanked her kimono open at the hips, fingers bruising her thighs as he forced them wide.
"NO! Don't—please!" she shrieked, heels kicking, palms pushing. "Th-this isn't—I'm not ready!"
She twisted under him, trying to scurry off the bench, breath coming in ragged, shallow gulps. Her voice cracked into a scream as she felt his cock slap hot and heavy against her pussy lips.
"NO! S-Stop, please, not like this—please don't—!" Her fists pounded his chest, barely more than fluttering. Her whole body shook with sheer panic.
Then he rammed inside her.
Hinata's scream ripped through the courtyard.
Her nails scratched at the stone, legs thrashing, back arching hard as his cock speared through her untouched cunt. "AAAAHHH! GODS—YOU'RE TEARING ME—!"
She sobbed beneath him, tears running freely down her cheeks, face twisted in pain and humiliation. "It hurts—i-it hurts, please slow down, please I can't—I can't—!"
He didn't slow down. He just pinned her down harder and fucked deeper.
Her wetness betrayed her fast—each thrust slapping louder, her pussy soaking the bench with every brutal stroke. Her thighs shook. Her voice cracked.
And then—quiet.
No more screaming. Just wet, broken gasps.
Then a whisper:
"Wh-why does it feel… good…?" Her voice quivered, confused, ashamed. "Why is it getting—hotter…? I-I hate you… I hate y—ahhh—!"
Her legs stopped fighting. Her hips twitched.
"Nnnhh—d-don't cum—don't make me—!" she sobbed, her voice dissolving into helpless moans as he picked up speed.
Her hands clenched the stone, knuckles white. Her eyes rolled back. "Nnnhaaahhh—oh gods—I'm cumming—f-fuck—I'm CUMMING!"
He didn't stop.
She broke.
And by the time he spilled inside her—filling her with thick, hot cum—she was moaning openly, drunk on it, head rolling back.
"I'm s-so dirty… gods, I came from that… I—I couldn't stop it…"
She whimpered as he pulled out, her hole leaking, body twitching on the bench.
Hinata Hyuuga. Proud heir. Reduced to a sobbing, twitching, cum-stuffed fucktoy in the garden her mother planted.