Two months had passed since the visit to Dr. Repress's clinic—two long months that, for the soul of Nguyễn Hoàng Kim Long now residing in Ami Nonomura's body, felt like a harsher test of patience than all the years he had spent suppressing his desires in his previous life.
That time was not a dead silence, but rather an underground river of lust flowing slowly yet continuously boiling beneath the surface. The three girls—Ami, Rie, and Mako—strictly followed the daily routine that the female doctor had established, treating it like an unbreakable pact. The frequency was sharply reduced to a maximum of four times per week. Of those, two sessions remained gentle: full-body caressing, slow oral stimulation, and soft tribbing without using much force. The other two medium-intensity sessions allowed the use of small to medium-sized toys and light BDSM elements, such as loosely tying with thin red silk ropes, soft leather floggers that left no red marks, or gently pinching nipples with fingers instead of metal clamps. Every session included a full warm-up of at least twenty minutes—kissing every inch of the body, slowly licking from the neck down to the breasts, from the stomach to the inner thighs, and applying warm lubricant evenly over the pussy and anus before going deeper. Aftercare lasted at least twenty minutes: cleaning thoroughly with warm saline-soaked towels, applying hyaluronic acid cream and aloe vera extract to every pink fold, cuddling while gently discussing what had just happened, what they liked, and what needed adjustment. The next day, all three would carefully inspect their private areas with a small mirror in the dormitory bathroom, noting any signs of swelling, redness, soreness, or bleeding.
The results were clear and significant. Rie and Ami's pussies no longer swelled or turned red as frequently as before. Old scratches had fully healed, and the mucous membranes had become more elastic, healthier, and rosier. Rie cried from pain far less often; instead, her moans of pleasure were clear, prolonged, and genuine, echoing sweetly in the quiet dormitory room. Her body gradually adapted to the new rhythm. Her love juices still flowed abundantly—thick, hot, and plentiful—but without the burning discomfort that used to accompany them. Each time she reached orgasm, she would only tremble gently, her hips twitching slightly, her pussy contracting softly around Ami's fingers or tongue instead of squirting painfully as before. Ami (Long's soul), though somewhat frustrated by the "restraint"—in his previous life, he used to fuck three girls all night without stopping, his huge cock pounding so hard that the bedsheets were soaked in cum—had to admit that this approach helped maintain the endurance of Ami's young, delicate body. Her smooth skin no longer bore bruises, and her small, tight pussy remained constantly wet and ready but never inflamed or torn. As a result, the pleasure became deeper and more refined, spreading from her lower abdomen all the way to the top of her head like a warm, lingering electric current. Mako also controlled Free much better thanks to the personality-stabilizing medication and regular therapy sessions with Dr. Repress. Free now only appeared occasionally in dreams or brief private moments, no longer suddenly taking over her body, no longer tying someone up and pounding them so violently they nearly suffocated.
Long, in Ami's body, often lay alone on the dormitory bed after these sessions, secretly stroking his own pussy with his fingers, feeling every pink fold twitching lightly from the lingering pleasure. "In my previous life, I fucked people to death. In this life, I have to learn how to play slowly… but it feels so much better," he thought to himself, slipping his middle finger deep into Ami's pussy and gently rubbing her G-spot, making her shiver in the darkness. The lust still burned fiercely, but now it was controlled like a fire in a fireplace—warm, steady, and no longer in danger of burning everything to ashes.
On the surface, the three girls' lives remained peaceful, just like typical well-behaved students at St. Mary's Catholic School in 1980. During the day, they wore neat uniforms: crisp white shirts hugging their youthful breasts, their nipples sometimes secretly hardening under the thin fabric as they remembered the previous night; dark green vests embroidered with a shining golden cross emblem, light gray pleated skirts reaching just past the knees, and white knee-high socks clinging to their smooth skin. They bowed politely to their teachers with sweet, clear voices, joined morning prayers in the old church with the melodious sound of the organ echoing through the stained-glass windows depicting scenes of Saint Mary. They studied advanced mathematics, English literature, European history, and especially the music club, where Ami played the piano with increasingly deep, tragic emotion carrying the pain of her previous life; Rie drew the violin gracefully, her slender fingers gliding across the strings; and Mako sang with a pure, crystal-clear soprano voice. Lunch was taken in the spacious student dining hall with oak tables and snow-white tablecloths. The three sat together, chatting happily about Beethoven or Mozart pieces, or about the gentle ballroom dance practices under the crystal chandeliers. No one at school suspected anything—they were simply three close Asian friends who always stayed together in the strict, enclosed environment of this prestigious Catholic school.
But at night, in the cozy little dormitory room of Ami and Rie, or occasionally at Mako's private mansion, the lust still smoldered—only now it was more tightly controlled, more refined, and therefore even deeper.
A typical Tuesday evening in the dormitory room. The soft, yellowish glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows on the walls. Rie lay on her back, her wrists loosely bound by thin red silk ropes that Ami had tied just tight enough for her to feel the gentle control without being able to struggle free. Her voluptuous, fair-skinned body was fully exposed under the light, her D-cup breasts heaving strongly, the brown-pink nipples already rock-hard from the warm-up, trembling with each rapid breath. Her waist was slim, her hips full and curvaceous, and her round buttocks pressed firmly against the bedsheet. Rie's young, pink pussy was already soaking wet from the warm-up, its plump, glistening lips parted invitingly, thick, clear love juices dripping in long, sticky strands onto the pristine white sheet, soaking her lightly twitching pink anus as well.
Ami knelt between her spread thighs, her long, silky black hair cascading down over Rie's belly like a sheet of black silk. She began the warm-up with gentle kisses from Rie's neck down to her breasts, her full pink lips capturing one brown-pink nipple, sucking slowly, her tongue swirling around the tip, making it harden and quiver. Rie moaned softly, her sweet voice trembling: "Slower… sis likes it like this… my nipples are already burning…" Her hips unconsciously shifted, and more love juices began leaking from her pussy, filling the room with the rich, sweet scent of a woman. Ami moved to the other nipple, sucking harder, her teeth gently grazing the edge, causing Rie to jolt, a hot stream of love juice flowing down her snow-white inner thighs.
Ami slid lower, her tongue slowly licking from Rie's anus up to her pussy, gently sucking the swollen, cherry-red clitoris. She didn't thrust hard, only swirling her tongue lightly, sucking up every thick, clear drop of love juice that flowed out. Soft "chup chup chup" sounds echoed quietly in the silent room, mixing with Rie's heavy breathing. Ami's middle finger slid into her sister's pussy, gently rubbing the warm, soft G-spot, stroking slowly in time with her tongue. Rie arched her back, her thighs trembling as they clamped around Ami's head, her hands gripping the silk ropes until her knuckles turned white. "A… deeper… sis is so wet already… my pussy is squeezing your hand so tightly…" Rie's love juices flowed in a glistening stream, soaking Ami's chin and dripping onto the sheet, creating large, shiny wet patches.
Mako sat beside them, kneeling close, caressing Rie's breasts with both hands, gently pinching her nipples while Ami continued licking. Mako's fingers glided over the nipples, tugging lightly before releasing them, making Rie moan continuously, her voice growing hoarse: "Mako… pinch harder… sis likes it… my nipples hurt but feel so good…" Ami increased the pace of her tongue, sucking the clitoris a little harder, her finger rubbing deeper and more steadily against the G-spot. Rie arched violently, her body convulsing, love juices squirting in small but hot spurts, soaking Ami's mouth and chin and the bedsheet. "Sis… I'm cumming… I'm cumming… aaaahhh… my pussy… is burning so much…" Her moan stretched out, sweet and long, no longer laced with pain as before—only pure pleasure spreading throughout her body.
Aftercare was performed thoroughly. Ami wiped every inch of her sister's skin with warm saline-soaked towels, applied cooling cream to the still-contracting pussy and anus, then pulled Rie into her arms and whispered tender words of love: "You were so good, sis… I love you… rest now." Rie fell asleep with a happy smile on her lips, no longer tormented or in pain, only her warm, steady breathing remaining.
Another session took place at Mako's mansion, after a slow warm-up tribbing. Their two wet pussies rubbed against each other, love juices mixing and creating lewd "chup chup chup" sounds that echoed in the large living room. Ami lay on her back on the thick sheepskin rug, Rie straddling her thighs, hips rocking slowly, their young pink pussy lips grinding firmly together, love juices stretching into long, sticky strands between their heated bodies. Mako knelt beside them, licking and sucking both girls' nipples in turn, her fingers alternately stroking their clitorises in gentle circles. The three girls' moans blended together—sweet and prolonged: "Harder… sis's pussy is so hot…" Rie whispered, grinding deeper, their clitorises rubbing together and sending waves of pleasure through them.
Afterward, Ami used a medium-sized dildo coated with thick gel, gently pressing it into Rie's pussy while Mako knelt behind her, slowly licking her anus. There was no hard thrusting, only slow circling and rubbing against the G-spot, making Rie moan continuously, her body trembling as she climaxed twice in succession. Her love juices spurted in small waves, soaking the dildo and Ami's thighs, filling the room with a rich, heady scent. Aftercare was long and intimate: all three lay entangled on the king-size bed, cleaning their fluids with warm towels, kissing each other gently, and talking about what they liked and what needed adjusting. "Sis likes it when you twist it slowly like this… deep and gentle…" Rie whispered, her eyes half-closed in happiness.
Long, in Ami's body, clearly felt the change. The lust still burned fiercely, but now it was controlled like a fire in a fireplace—warm, steady, and no longer in danger of burning everything to ashes. "In my previous life, I died from going too far," Long thought every time he lay embracing Rie as she slept, his hand gently stroking her slim waist, fingers gliding over her smooth skin that was still slightly damp from aftercare. "In this life, I will play for the long term. This body is still young, with many years left to explore every centimeter of pleasure."
The other sessions over those two months were also extended and detailed according to the schedule. In one, Ami knelt behind Rie, licking her anus while her middle and index fingers took turns thrusting into her pussy, slowly stirring the soft folds, making Rie moan endlessly as love juices flowed in a glistening stream down her thighs. Mako lay underneath, sucking each of Rie's toes and licking her snow-white feet, adding another layer of pleasure that made her tremble. In another session, Mako was loosely tied up while Ami and Rie took turns using a small, gel-coated dildo to gently push into her pussy, slowly twisting and rubbing her G-spot while their mouths kissed every inch of her breasts, stomach, and inner thighs. Free appeared briefly once, but only smiled ferociously before disappearing, leaving Mako moaning in pure pleasure. Every session ended with lengthy aftercare, the three girls cuddling together, gently kissing and caressing each other's skin, whispering lewd yet tender words of love.
Until one rainy Friday afternoon in December 1980 in London.
In Ami and Rie's dormitory room, faint sunlight filtered through the thin voile curtains, casting pale streaks across the polished ebony floor. Light drizzle still fell outside the window, its soft pattering on the old tiled roof. Mako came to visit with an unusually radiant expression. She wore a thin cream-colored sweater that clung to her full breasts, her nipples faintly hardening visibly underneath since she wore no bra; a light gray knitted skirt hugged her curvaceous hips, and her long, wavy brown hair cascaded over her shoulders. In her hands was a large fabric bag, noticeably heavy inside.
"Ami, Rie, you two have to see this!" Mako whispered excitedly as she carefully closed the door behind her, her cheeks flushed like primrose petals. She placed the bag on the bed, her voice low but unable to hide her excitement. "I… I just got a boyfriend. His name is Kōno—Kōno Haruto. He understands me so well, even about Free."
Rie's bright brown eyes widened in surprise, her mouth falling open. Ami raised an eyebrow slightly, her dark brown eyes flashing with sharp observation. This was the first time Mako had mentioned having a boyfriend since the three of them had become intimate. Over the past two months, Mako had always been the peaceful third person, sometimes joining the lighter sessions, but she had never revealed anything about her personal romantic life.
Mako bit her lower lip, her face flushed red but her eyes sparkling with rare happiness. She opened the fabric bag and took out a large, bulky black handheld Sony Betamax video camera—typical heavy 1980s technology—with a large lens, side recording handle, video cassette slot, along with several new video tapes in black plastic cases labeled in Japanese. "I brought this so you can watch it right away. He lent me his camera so we could… record our private moments."
Rie blushed, her thighs subtly rubbing together under the sheet. Ami sat quietly observing. A Betamax camera like this was quite rare for students, but for Mako's wealthy family with strong Japanese connections, owning one was not unusual. The audio and image quality wouldn't be as sharp as in later years, but it was clear enough to capture movements, moans, and skin details under the warm yellowish light.
Mako inserted the first tape into the camera and connected it to the small color TV in the dormitory room. The screen lit up with fairly sharp color images, accompanied by the soft "whirring" sound of the tape mechanism.
Before playing it, Mako described Kōno Haruto in detail—the man who had deeply moved her. Kōno Haruto, twenty-six years old, was half Japanese and half British, exactly 178 cm tall, with broad shoulders but not overly muscular, a toned physique from light daily gym workouts, and lightly tanned skin from frequent outdoor jogging. His black hair was neatly cut, sides trimmed high to reveal a straight nape, his face angular with a high nose bridge and square jaw, yet his eyes were unusually gentle—deep brown, always shining with patience and understanding. He wore a clean white shirt and black trousers that hugged his strong thighs, exuding the calm demeanor of someone who had endured much hardship. Kōno had once studied medicine in Tokyo but dropped out after witnessing his mother suffer from a similar multiple personality disorder as Free. He spent three years as a volunteer at a mental health center, learning to listen and accept different "selves." "He's not afraid of Free," Mako whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, "he even said Free is beautiful in her own way—strong and wild."
Rie blushed, her thighs rubbing together under the sheet, her pussy growing warm and wet. Ami observed quietly, her own pussy twitching slightly as she listened to the description of Kōno—a man who could truly accept even Free.
The screen showed the first scene: a luxurious hotel living room with warm golden light from a crystal chandelier. Mako, wearing a tight short black dress, knelt before Kōno Haruto—a tall, broad-shouldered young man with a toned body, light veins visible under his white shirt. Kōno sat on a leather sofa, gently stroking Mako's hair, his eyes patient.
"He… accepts Free," Mako continued. "It was the first time I let Free appear in front of someone else. Free tied his hands with silk ropes, rode him hard, and pinched his nipples until they were bruised."
The scene turned intensely erotic. Kōno lay on his back on a large king-size bed, his wrists loosely bound to the headboard with silk ropes. Free (Mako) straddled him, her pussy swallowing Kōno's entire cock to the base. His cock was large and thick—about twenty centimeters long, nearly the diameter of a wrist—veins bulging, glistening with Free's love juices. Free rode him fiercely, her hips slamming wildly, the lewd "slap slap slap" of flesh against flesh ringing out clearly. His cock plunged deep, the swollen red glans hitting her cervix with every downward thrust, pulling out thick, white-tinged love juices that dripped in sticky strands onto his heavy balls. Free laughed ferociously, her hands pinching Kōno's nipples hard until they turned purple, then leaning down to bite his neck fiercely, leaving red tooth marks. "Harder… fuck Free harder… you can take it… your cock is so big… it's piercing Free's pussy!!!" Free moaned hoarsely, her hips slamming wildly, breasts heaving, love juices spurting in small waves and soaking Kōno's stomach. Kōno groaned softly but kept his patient gaze, thrusting upward to meet every violent ride, his cock driving deep into her womb, the wet "schlick schlick" sounds echoing. His skin glistened with sweat, his toned abs contracting with each thrust. Every time Free lifted her hips, his cock pulled out halfway, love juices stretching into long, shiny strands from her pussy lips to the base of his shaft; then she slammed down, the cock plunging deep again, the glans slamming into her cervix and making Free scream in ecstasy. The scene lasted over ten minutes, Free changing rhythms: sometimes slow and deep, sometimes pounding like a jackhammer, her pussy devouring the entire cock, love juices splashing everywhere and soaking the bedsheet. Kōno never resisted, only whispering: "Free… whatever you want, I'll give it to you… I'm here with you…"
Rie blushed deeply, her thighs rubbing together under the sheet, her pussy growing hot and wet. Ami watched, her own pussy twitching as she saw Free's love juices stretch into long, glistening strands every time she lifted her hips and slammed back down, Kōno's cock glistening with juices, its red glans sliding in and out, completely soaked.
The second scene: Kōno stood behind Mako (this time it was Mako herself, not Free), gripping her hips tightly and thrusting hard into her from behind in doggy style. His cock plunged deep, the steady "slap slap slap" echoing. Mako moaned in pleasure, gripping the sheets tightly, her round ass bouncing with each thrust, her fair skin lightly slapped with "pap pap" sounds, leaving faint pink marks. Her love juices flowed down her snow-white thighs, dripping onto the floor. Kōno leaned down and whispered: "Are you okay… I'm here with you…" then sped up, thrusting harder, his cock sliding in and out wetly, the glans hitting deep until Mako screamed in orgasm, her pussy contracting tightly, love juices squirting and soaking Kōno's thighs. He slowly pulled out, his cock still rock-hard and glistening, thick white cum overflowing from Mako's pussy in sticky strands that dripped onto the floor. He still caressed her back, kissed her shoulder gently, then slid his cock back in slowly and thrust a few more minutes so Mako could cum once more.
The third scene: Kōno lay on his back, Mako riding him slowly, hips rocking deeply. His cock glistened with her love juices as it slid in and out of her pussy. Free appeared briefly, pinching Kōno's nipples hard, but he only groaned and gently stroked her back, thrusting upward to meet her. The two climaxed together, Kōno's cum shooting deep into Mako's pussy, overflowing from the edges of her pink lips in long, sticky, glistening strands under the light. Kōno held Mako tightly, kissing her deeply, whispering loving words while his cum continued to leak out.
Mako turned off the camera. Rie's face was flushed, her hands gripping the sheet tightly, breathing heavily, her pussy visibly wet. "He… can really handle Free like that? His cock… is so big and hard… the way he thrusts so deep into Mako's pussy, and the way her juices stretch like that…"
Ami smiled faintly, her voice sweet but her eyes darkening: "He looks… interesting. But we have to be careful."
After Mako left, Rie whispered to Ami in the dark dormitory room, her body pressing close to her cousin, her pussy still wet from watching the tape. "What do you think? Sis is curious… but worried. If he knows everything about us, will he accept it?"
Ami stroked her cousin's long, silky hair, her slender fingers gently running over Rie's scalp, her voice sweet but her eyes dark with calculation: "We don't know yet. But if he truly understands Mako and accepts Free… then maybe we should give him a chance to… observe. After all, the three of us could use an interesting new 'variable.' As long as we control it well, Dr. Repress's schedule can still be maintained. I'll think of a way."
Outside the window, the London drizzle continued falling steadily, the soft pattering of rain on the old dormitory roof. Two months of strictly following the regulated schedule had kept the three girls' lust temporarily under control, like a calm underground river. But the appearance of Kōno Haruto—the man who dared to accept even Free, who recorded their private moments with a bulky Betamax camcorder, and who carried that strangely patient gaze—fell like a drop of water into a still lake, signaling that new undercurrents were about to rise.
Ami lay embracing Rie as she fell asleep, but Long's soul did not sleep. She smiled in the darkness, calculating the next moves in her increasingly complex and fascinating game of lust in London, 1980.