Possessed by swimming instructor Yuri Asakura, I masturbate once a day♡ Day 4 Evening (Patreon)

The sound of dripping water echoed unnervingly loud in the silent pool as I took the first step in. The setting sun bled gold through the glass ceiling, painting the mirror-like surface in liquid amber.

"…No one's here."

My voice got swallowed by the empty space. The security cameras' red lights were off—Tomori-chan had made sure last night. And yet, a shiver crept up my spine. The eerie illusion of unseen eyes watching prickled at my skin.

I stood at the pool’s edge, bare soles pressing into the cold tiles, tilting slightly as a gust of wind slipped through the torn swimsuit, teasing the bared flesh beneath. A glance down confirmed it—her pussy was fully exposed. And so were her stiffened nipples. If anyone walked in like this—

"Hah… this is so fucking bad…"

I covered my chest on reflex, but my fingers slipped straight through the ripped fabric—brushing a peaked nipple instead. A jolt shot down my spine, and my cunt clenched in response. Fear and arousal twisted together in a frantic heartbeat.

A slow dip of my toes into the water made me gasp. The chill was electric, spreading up like pins and needles. I inched deeper, submerging my ankles as the torn hem of the swimsuit floated up, exposing so much more.

"Seriously… if I get caught like this… I'm done—"

The crack in my voice bounced off the hollow silence. The rippling water threw back my reflection—pale blue stripes torn apart, gaping holes showing flushed pink. The usual stern face of a disciplined swimmer was now ruined, dazed beyond recognition.

I descended further, thighs now submerged. Another gust of wind. Bared nipples pebbled tighter, almost making me buckle as the water's current tugged at the ripped fabric, letting the cold liquid lick directly at my folds.

"Hyaa~?! Right on—on my pussy…! ♡"

I tried pinning the torn edge shut, but it just inflamed the sensation—like phantom fingers teasing me underwater. My breathing turned shallow, lightheadedness blooming as my thighs trembled.

Finally, I sank in up to my waist. The higher the water rose, the more the swimsuit lifted, buoyant—revealing everything. By the time it reached my stomach, the fabric suctioned to my skin, outlining stiff nipples through the material.

"Ngh—ah… no way… like this… I'm gonna cum—"

A frantic scan confirmed it—no one was here. They couldn't be. And yet… I felt them. Tomori's memories resurfaced—this was the same place she’d trained diligently. And now?

I was ruining it.

Her body—mine now—was trembling, too far gone to care.

#17

英語翻訳

2025年9月24日 18:59

"Hnn… Haah… Tomori-chan… you're such a slut…"

The last shreds of reason fought weakly, but it was too late. The torn swimsuit did nothing to hide the slickness between my thighs, the lewd proof of arousal dissolving into the water around me.

Each slight movement sent ripples cascading across the pool's surface, the pale blue light shimmering over my trembling skin. When the water rose past my shoulders, I couldn’t help it—my hands slid up, cupping my exposed breasts, squeezing slow and needy over the stretched, wrinkled fabric. Even through the material, my nipples were stiff and painfully sensitive.

"Ngh… Ahh… Even the coaches… would stare at me here… ♡"

Memories surged—flashes of that strict male coach, stopwatch in hand, eyes sharp as they traced my strokes across the pool. Only now, in my mind's eye, his gaze wasn’t on my technique. It was locked onto the dark pink peaks jutting obscenely through the torn swimsuit, my cunt peeking past ruined fabric—

The thought alone sent a hot, shameful squeeze between my legs.

I rolled my fingers harder over aching flesh, imagining the other swimmers—teammates I'd laughed with right here in this pool—seeing me like this. What would they say? How would they look at me? My nails dug into the material, pressing just enough to make my back arch.

"Hyaah~! I-I’m being watched… everyone’s watching… ♡"

No one was there. No one could be. But Tomori’s own ingrained shame amplified everything. The parents in the stands during last week’s competition, the children at swim class—it felt like all their eyes were crawling over me now, taking in every obscene detail.

I grabbed my left breast with a wet squelch, jiggling it roughly, laughing breathlessly when the contrast of cold water and overheated skin sent a ticklish shudder down my spine. Heat pooled heavier between my thighs, my exposed folds tinting the water with my slick.

"Even my pussy… showing… they’re all seeing it… ♡"

My right thumb flicked at a nipple, and a choked moan spilled out, tongue lolling between parted lips. It felt like performing—like standing on that podium again—but dripping with humiliation instead of pride. The tension, the exposure, twisted into something unbearably erotic.

Both hands fondled now, groping and kneading as the water dragged every motion into something slow, deliberate, amplified. The weight of my tits filled my palms perfectly, my wetness spurting, dissolving into the water like I was melting.

"Nnchu… so embarrassing… but can’t stop… ♡"

My knees shook, thighs threatening to give out under the force of it. Somewhere in my fractured mind, I even missed the coach’s approval—imagined him nodding with dark interest at this mess I’d made of his star swimmer. The rips in the swimsuit had stretched further; my lower chest was practically naked now, nipples red and stiff from the friction and the cold.

Opposites clashed—icy water numbing my skin while fingertips burned trails over it—combining into a sensation I’d never gotten from mere self-touch.

"Haah… more, more… ♡"

Eyes squeezed shut, I let every face from Tomori’s memories fill my head—teammates, rivals, the judging stares of parents—while my fingers dug into my own flesh. Water droplets clung to my collarbones as my fantasies spiraled, Tomori’s decorum and my depravity entwining into something filthy.

Fingers sank deep into pliant flesh, soft white mounds spilling between the grasping digits. The torn flaps of the swimsuit floated open in the water, fully exposing swollen pink nipples to the cool caress of the currents—every shuddering breath sending fresh tremors down to the hands mauling her chest.

"G-Gonna cum… aahn… right in the pool…♡"

These hands—the same ones that used to slice through water with trained precision—now groped and kneaded frantically at her own tits. Each rough squeeze sent bubbles erupting from between her thighs, the exposed lips of her cunt fluttering not in protest, but need.

A sharp pinch to her left nipple. The water amplified the sensation, electricity arcing straight to her core—back arching, hips jerking involuntarily as her hair whipped across the surface with wild splashes.

"T-Too much… nnhaaah! But… don’t stop…♡"

Even as she begged erratically, her fingers only worked crueler. Violent tugs jostled her breasts vertically, weight and buoyance twisting together into an excruciating new pleasure. The nipples darkened to an angry red, so sensitive now that even the water’s barest ripple made her twitch.

Then—her thighs locked.

Her pussy pulsed uncontrollably, parting to gulp down the cool pool water. The shock of fluid against hyper-sensitive inner walls forced a broken cry from her throat.

"Tits and… cunt… both—UGNHH!♡"

Tears dissolved instantly into the water. Vision blurring, she lost herself completely to the assault on her chest—rolling a stiff peak between forefinger and thumb while her other hand strangled the base of her breast, cutting off circulation just to feel the throbbing pressure build.

"KyAAA—! Th-There, right there—!!♡"

A vicious swipe across her areola sent her jackknifing backward underwater. Abs spasmed; toes curled sharply. A torrent of bubbles burst from the ruined swimsuit’s crotch, swirling upwards like fireworks.

Every brush against her nipples now felt like a brand, searing her closer to the edge. The paradox of scalding heat trapped under chilled water left her delirious—

"J-Just from my tits… c-cumming from my tits—GUHhh!♡"

—And with one final twist, both hands wrenching her tortured flesh upward—

Whiteout.

Her body convulsed. A scream strangled itself into choked gurgles as slick gushed into the pool, thighs clamping around nothing. Breasts kept twitching under her own grasp, milking the aftershocks dry until she slumped forward—boneless, ruined, the water shimmering with proof of her disgrace.

Her body floated in lazy circles, limp and decadent as the pool's water lapped at flushed skin. Her mind was a blissed-out blank—only a single looping thought remained. (I came… from just playing with my tits… in the pool…♡) Her lips stayed stretched in a dumb, crooked grin, strands of damp hair plastered to her forehead.

(My swimsuit’s torn… my pussy’s wide open…♡)

Submerged up to her torso, her eyelids fluttered helplessly. The breasts she’d ravaged still throbbed with heat, nipples stiff and achingly sensitive. The rips at her crotch sagged even looser, barely clinging to her hips, when—

CLANG!

The sharp crash of metal echoed poolside—

"KYAAAA—!?!"

Her spine snapped ramrod straight. Terror spiked, pupils blowing wide, cunt clenching around nothing.

(Someone SAW me?! Saw me like this—?! In this disgusting swimsuit—?!♡)

The humiliation detonated inside her before she could think, freshly oversensitized nerves firing all at once—

"HNGH—! AH-AHHHN!!"

Her back arched violently, fingers twitching like she'd been electrocuted. Her body, already teetering on the edge, plunged straight back into peak overstimulation. Something scalding gushed out under the water.

(Oh shit—oh no— Oh no, I’m peeing—!♡)

Fear and pleasure melted together, turning her brain into a stew of shame.

(Tomori-chan's career is over… but it feels too good… pissing in the pool like a little slut…♡)

One trembling hand yanked uselessly at her ruined swimsuit, the other clamping over a nipple as her asshole fluttered, her womb squeezing—losing control completely.

For a long moment, she stayed frozen, eyes darting, teeth chattering. Then—

…No one.

Just the wind knocking over loose equipment.

"Ah… ahaha… hah… ♡"

Her legs gave out. She sank back in a wet plop. Relief made the hot stream between her thighs surge harder.

(No… no one saw… but I can’t stop…♡)

Staring up at the ceiling, she let herself drown in the waves of piss and post-orgasmic haze. Murky yellow spiraled around her in slow, swirling tendrils.

(This is… so obvious… they’ll know…♡)

The remnants of her thoughts clung like syrup. Her nipples burned, her wrecked body writhing on its own, begging to be ruined further.

"Fu… fufu… I'm done… so done…♡"

She didn’t even know what was over anymore—just trembled there, exposed in the tattered remains of her swimsuit. Cold water. Warm piss. Throbbing nipples. Gaping, dripping holes.

And her hips kept rolling, milking out the last drop of sin—by force.

The chilly water sloshed as she weakly hauled herself toward the pool's edge, fingers leaving wet streaks on the tiles. Panting, a breathless giggle spilled from her lips.

"Hahh… hahh… Tomori-chan, you really screwed up this time, huh?♪"

She glanced down at the ruined swimsuit, the gaps in the fabric framing her puffy, flushed folds—proof of just how thoroughly pleasure had rewritten this body.

(A real athlete’s body… ruined to my tastes…)

A giddy snicker bubbled up. Somewhere in Tomori’s soul, a traitorous shiver of delight pulsed back. Who would’ve thought that disciplined swimmer would ever relish pissing herself in the very pool she used to train in?

"Poor thing… but it feels too good to stop, right~?♡"*

Her fingertip traced the soaked slit, and the instant it brushed her clit, her hips jerked—her body remembering, hungry for more. A thick, slick sound clung to her fingers—leftovers from before—and she smeared it in slow circles, teasing the swollen bud with practiced ease.

(Heh. You’ve learned your place.)

But then—something shifted.

A new pulse from the depths of Tomori’s consciousness—not resistance, not shame…

(Wait… is she—enjoying this?!)

To her shock, a fragment of Tomori’s soul wasn’t just accepting this—it was welcoming it. The rigid discipline of competitive swimming paled next to this raw, humiliating ecstasy—

"…Hah! No way—seriously!?"

She slammed a palm against the water, bursting into laughter.

(Wow, you rotted straight through, didn’tcha?)

Her middle finger dragged up the drenched seam of her pussy, reveling in the twitches and flutters. The way her clit throbbed under her touch—none of this belonged to the old Tomori anymore.

(Let’s make you even worse.♡)

She traced slow circles under the water, the resistance adding to the lewd pressure. The Tomori of yesterday would’ve vomited at the thought. A medal contender, reduced to fingering herself in a public pool, still dripping with—

"Fufu… wanna cry? But it’s too good to stop, isn’t it~?♡"

A second finger joined the first, stretching the swollen lips. The tight muscles of a swimmer’s body—now ruined, slick and willing, clenching around nothing.

(Yeah… no going back now.)

Her cunt pulsated, greedy for more. Every nerve buzzed with filthy familiarity. Even if Tomori’s mind resisted, her flesh was already hers.

"Hyauun!♡"

A sharp flick to her clit sent her back arching, toes curling. That reaction sealed it—from now on, no matter how hard she fought in daylight, her body would ache for this. The contrast of cold water and the burn between her thighs—

"…Now then… Time to really wreck you by the poolside.♪"

She curled her fingers deeper, ready to ruin every last shred of discipline left.

The tiled edge chilled her bare ass as she settled onto it, legs dangling into the water—fabric torn obscenely open, letting the breeze ghost over exposed, slick skin.

(Alright… showtime.)

Her right hand found her breast on instinct, the left already petting the gaping ruin of her swimsuit’s crotch. Fingers pinched a stiff nipple, rolling it until it ached harder under the humid air.

"Nnh… hehe, the old Tomori-chan would’ve fainted from just this~♡"

Her left hand dragged through soaked folds with a squelch. Even the slightest touch made her cunt clench—greedy, hungry, like it was trying to suck her fingers deeper.

(This thing’s on autopilot now… Not a swimmer anymore. Just my personal orgasm dispenser.**)

Twisting one nipple between sharp nails, her other index finger traced her swollen clit—slow, taunting. Her legs kicked helplessly in the water, splashing like a startled animal.

(Aw, still shy? But your body’s begging.**)

She sped up, fingers digging roughly. The swimsuit’s rips yawned wider, fabric clinging uselessly—her tits practically bulging through the torn top, nipples visibly tenting.

"What if… someone walks in now? Seeing you like this…♡"

A shudder from deep inside—Tomori’s remnants squirming at the thought, fear and pleasure twisting together.

(You don’t actually wanna get caught… yet your pussy’s dripping. Hypocrite much?)

She kneaded her breast hard, two fingers now pushing inside the mess between her legs. A single thrust had her hips bucking off the tiles.

"Hngk! T-Too… mean…!♡"

A shrill moan, whined to no one—or everyone. The wet, filthy sounds of her fingers plunging echoed too loudly in the empty pool, waves lapping as if applauding.

(Imagine this… National champion Tomori, wrecked in her own team’s pool, suit torn, face dumb… going viral.**)

Just the thought made her clit throb. Every sensation amplified—the cold air on her bare nipples, the heat where she touched, even the water lapping at her toes sending jolts up her thighs.

"Hahh… Can’t even… tell which one’s better…"

One hand mauled her tit, the other scissored inside her. Her legs trembled, toes skimming the water and sending ripples straight back to her exposed slit—

—Until a wave hit.

Her own kicking had sent a surge of water rushing—right between her legs.

"HYAAA?! W-Wait, that’s cheating—!♡"

She scrabbled at the poolside, but the pleasure already crested—her body betraying her, back arching, lips parted around silent screams.

One last gasp—

Then nothing.

Just the soft plink of water droplets, her ruined pussy still fluttering around nothing, as Tomori’s mind finally…

…let go.

The fluttering walls clenched around her fingers impossibly tight as another dripping whine spilled from Tomori’s lips—

"Nngh…! Haah—! ♡"

Her pussy was ruined beyond recognition, the swimsuit’s torn fabric no longer even pretending to cover her. Every little squelch echoed obscenely, her swollen folds greedily sucking her fingers back in each time she pulled away.

(You’re learning so well~♡)

Her index finger traced slow, filthy circles around her entrance, teasing the trembling ring of muscle. Before she even realized it, her other hand had abandoned her breast and joined the mess between her legs—both now thoroughly coated in her own slick.

"Aah—! T-Too much… s-stop…! ♡"

The hypocrisy was almost funny—her hips rolling into her own touch even as she slurred those weak protests. Two fingers plunged in deep, the squelching sounds utterly indecent for a top-ranked swimmer’s body. Her thighs shook violently, sending ripples dancing across the pool's surface.

"Nnch—! I-It’s… s-sooo… goo—! ♡"

Any attempt at speech dissolved into a moan as her clit pulsed under rough, hurried strokes. The faster she rubbed, the more her neglected nipples ached—hard and flushed against the ruined fabric still clinging to her chest.

(Heh. Adjusted perfectly to my tastes. What a quick learner~)

Her fingers scissored inside, stretching her obscenely before grinding against a spot that made her entire body convulse. Thick arousal drooled past her fingers, splattering onto the tiles beneath her in an unmistakable trail.

And then—

Click.

A distant door creaked.

Tomori froze, cunt clenching like a vice around her fingers—"Hyaaa?! Nh—! W-Wai—! ♡"

Her head whipped around. No one there.

But the damage was done—the terror of being caught only fed the wildfire between her legs. Her fingering turned rougher, spurred on by that delicious danger.

"Fuck—! D-Don’t… pull out…! ♡"

She gripped the pool edge like it could save her, but her treacherous body only locked around her fingers harder. Now with a third slick digit pressing inside, her gasps pitched higher, toes curling.

Then—

"GYAA—♡!!"

Her spine snapped back as she struck gold—a spongy, untouched spot deep inside.

(Oh-ho? So THAT’S where you break?)

Forget Olympic medals. Forget discipline. Every brutal thrust now was a victory. Her legs thrashed, splashing water wildly as if the pool itself was applauding her downfall.

Somewhere in her fading awareness, she swore she heard it—the ghost of her coach’s voice, calling her a disgrace.

("Disqualified"? Tch. More like DEMOTED to permanent fucktoy~♡)

Her fingers pistoned harder.The fingers thrust faster, harder—her ruined cunt gulping them down like a starving beast. The swollen walls clenched in rippling pulses, slick and searing hot, laughing at how easily she’d shattered.

(She’s done… broken past her limits…♡)

A brutal grind against her clit—now a throbbing, angry red nub—sent her entire body jerking. The split between her legs pulsed like a second heartbeat, the heat radiating through her trembling fingers.

"Aahn—! I’m—I’m gonna—! N-No, really—! ♡"

Her voice cracked, head snapping back. The reflection in the water was obscene: swimsuit in tatters, tits and pussy fully exposed, face contorted in mindless need—

—Then—

"HYAGH!? Th-There, RIGHT THE—! ♡♡"

A merciless press deep inside struck something soft—her cervix?—and the shock of it stole her breath. Thighs twitched violently, her cunt convulsing around the invading fingers, drooling thick, glutinous heat. The contrast of icy pool water against the fire between her legs pushed her even closer—

"I-I’m CU—CUMMINNGG—!♡♡♡"

Like a detonation, her vision whited out. Every shred of sanity and shame disappeared into the violent snap of orgasm—her body arched obscenely, toes curling as her hips jolted against her own hand. A flood of slick gushed out, joining the pool in shameless streaks.

Seconds later, slack and gasping, she barely registered the final humiliation: her cunt still spasming, greedy and empty—begging for more.

The fluorescent lights of the pool ceiling slowly swam back into focus, forcing her to squint. Her entire body felt heavy, molten—limbs limp, mouth slack around ragged gasps.

(Ahh… I really… came…)

Heat pooled between her thighs, her cunt still twitching in weak aftershocks, slick dribbling down her shaking inner thighs. The swimsuit hung in tatters, the torn edges barely clinging to her hips, exposing flushed skin to the cool air.

Her hand dropped listlessly to the tile with a wet smack, fingers glistening—strings of fluid bridging the gap between them. The remnants of her own unraveling.

"H-Huh… ngh…?"

Her voice barely worked. Throat parched, but worse—her mind was emptied, shattered by the force of what she'd just done. The water below rippled like a broken mirror, reflecting the mess she’d become: face blotchy red, eyes glazed, lips parted around airless whimpers.

(This… this is Tomori-chan…?)

Her submerged feet shifted weakly, sending small waves lapping against her oversensitive cunt. The gentlest movement made her clench—already teetering on the edge again.

Across her chest, what was left of the swimsuit sagged pathetically. No trace left of its original purpose. Breasts spilling from the torn fabric, nipples peaked tight from the chilled air.

"Ah… heh… hehe…"

Laughter bubbled up—hysterical, jagged. A champion like her, reduced to this. And the worst part? She’d loved it.

A trembling hand drifted back between her legs. Still so hot. Of course—she'd wrecked herself beyond recognition. The slightest press sent lightning skittering up her spine.

(No… if I touch it again, I’ll—)

But she couldn’t stop. Fingers traced lazy circles through the mess, the swollen lips clinging to her touch. Ruined. Perfect.

Her gaze lifted to the empty pool. Silent. Suspended in time. No blinking camera lights—just a hollow, stolen moment. Hers.

Then—warmth. Had she leaked more? Piss or slick, it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing did.

"Haa… aah…"

A sigh-fueled moan. She floated, untethered—only the memory of her own fingers inside her felt real.

The last strap of her swimsuit slid off her shoulder, baring her right breast completely. She didn’t fix it. Just let her fingertips linger, riding out the high.

Finally, she shut her eyes. Chlorine. Sweat. Her scent. It filled her lungs.

(…Maybe I’ll stay like this. Just a little longer.)

The last conscious thought dissolved.

Then—nothing.

Just the water, the dark, and the echo of what she’d lost.