I continued to ram my cock inside her, keeping a steady rhythm that didn't falter even for a second. Each thrust landed deep, like I had already decided there was no point holding back anymore.

"Nghhh, aaahhngh, aah... ah, ah, aaahh...~! Y-Yes, it feels good...! It feelsh... It feels... nghhh, aaaaahhhnghhh...! Ah, ah, ahhhnn...!"

Her voice spilled out without restraint, completely unfiltered. She wasn't even trying to hold it in anymore. Every sound she made echoed the way her body reacted, like her senses had been pushed way past their limit.

Right now, she was moaning at the top of her lungs, loud enough that it would've been embarrassing in any other situation. Here, though, it just made everything feel more intense, like there was no space left for hesitation or second thoughts.

"Nghh, aahhnn...! Ah, ah, ahhh...!"

I kept going, not slowing down and not easing up. If anything, I leaned more into it, letting the motion carry itself. Her vagina tightened around me little by little, then all at once, like it decided to just clamp down and stay there. It got to the point where controlling my own orgasm started to feel like a losing battle.

The sensation was strange in a way that didn't quite make sense. It felt like I was being wrapped by something that shouldn't even be capable of wrapping this tightly. There was a constant pressure, a grip that didn't let up, like it was trying to keep me exactly where I was.

It felt so good that for a second, it didn't even register as normal anymore. It almost felt like I was fucking something else entirely. Something built just for this. Honestly, her pussy felt high quality, which was a weird way to put it, but there wasn't a better word for it. The beads inside her were smooth and small, and every time my cock ground against them, it sent this layered sensation that didn't fade. It just kept stacking, one after another.

"Nnn... aaahhh...!"

Her voice softened for a moment, then rose again, like she couldn't decide whether to hold it in or let it out. Either way, her body made that choice for her.

I kept slamming my cock into her, deeper and harder, hitting her uterus over and over. At the same time, I pulled her collar toward me, keeping her exactly where I wanted her. There was no room for her to pull away even if she tried.

Her body reacted instantly to every movement. I could feel her tightening even more, her walls clenching around me like they were trying to hold onto everything. At the same time, my own orgasm started building again, faster than before, like my body had already given up trying to regulate itself.

There wasn't much point dragging it out.

So I didn't.

"Fuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!"

The release hit all at once, and it hit hard.

She arched her back sharply, her entire body bending as the tension snapped. While tightening around me, she also started squirting, her reactions completely out of control now.

"Nnn... aaahhh...~ S-So good... It feels even more good than eating blood...~ Ahhh..."

Her voice came out softer this time, almost breathless, like she had already given in to everything she was feeling.

She looked like she was in absolute bliss. There was no tension left in her face and there was no resistance in her body. Just that empty, satisfied expression that said she wasn't thinking about anything else anymore.

I looked at her with a somewhat crooked smile.

Well, it was obvious this wasn't something that would wrap up quickly. Fully controlling her and truly conquering her, that kind of thing took time. It wasn't something you rushed unless you wanted it to fall apart later.

So yeah, it was going to take a while.

***

Months later, I was finally able to do it.

Looking back, she seemed like she would've been difficult to conquer. At first glance, everything about her gave off that impression. Still, when it actually came down to it, she wasn't that complicated.

All of her requirements were simple. Feed her my blood, defeat her in battle, and have sex with her. That was it. Straightforward, almost too straightforward in fact? I had already done all of that, step by step, without skipping anything. Because of that, she was now fully conquered.

Even without that, though, I didn't really think she would've betrayed me. During the entire process, she stayed obedient. Almost too obedient. It felt less like I was breaking someone down and more like I had picked up a pet somewhere along the way.

"Master, am I really going to act the same as you starting today?" she asked, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and hesitation.

"Yup," I answered simply. "Meanwhile, I'll be acting as you from now on. I'll keep in touch with you as well," I added.

Right now, I was wearing Sara's face, while she was wearing mine. Seeing it like that would've been confusing for anyone else, but at this point, it felt almost normal.

"Wow," Amon said, staring between the two of us. "I honestly can't tell the difference, Master. It feels like she really turned into you, and you turned into her."

That reaction was exactly what I wanted.

This wasn't something I rushed into either. I had Amon test everything beforehand before we even got to this point.

I made her observe Sara closely. And I mean observe everything, starting from the movement, as well as small habit, basically every detail in how she carried herself that nothing was too small to ignore. She watched for months, memorizing everything down to the smallest nuance, including her behavior, her little habits, and even the way she reacted to certain things.

Because of that, Amon ended up knowing everything about Sara.

That was the point.

If I was going to turn into Sara, then I needed to be flawless. One mistake could ruin everything. Moriarty wasn't the kind of person who would overlook something like that. If he noticed even the smallest inconsistency, it would be over.

So I made sure there wouldn't be any.

Now that I was using her shapeshifting ability, I also started to understand more about how it worked.

I could see her memories too.

That made things easier than expected. Mimicking her behavior manually might not even be necessary at that point. The shapeshift itself already handled most of it, like it filled in the gaps on its own.

"Is it fine, Amon? Do I look like her?" I asked, testing it one more time.

"Y-You're even acting like her. It's like... you really turned into her," she replied, still sounding surprised.

She looked like she didn't even know what else to say after that. Honestly, that kind of reaction was reassuring.

"Now then," I said, adjusting my posture slightly. "If that's the case, we should get straight to business."

And that meant fooling Moriarty.

I grabbed a small vial I had kept with me ever since I freed Sara from the Milham Prison. Inside it was her blood, carefully stored for this exact moment.

If I drank it, I would be able to transform into the state she was in back then, when she was gaunt and weakened. That detail mattered. It would make it look like I had really been stuck in that prison the whole time. The more convincing it looked, the better.

"By the way, Master? Are you not going to tell the Princess about this?" Amon asked, glancing at me.

"Well, I don't think that's necessary," I replied. "I'll still be there myself, on her side, but most of the time, I'll likely be observing Moriarty."

I paused for a second, letting that settle.

"In order for her to win, I need to understand her enemies."