Chapter 305 Anna Maria’s NTR(-ish) Video Letter*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The monitor flickers to life, displaying footage from the magic Sphere Player¹, into which a recording crystal² has been inserted. On the screen, a lone girl sits on a bed. Her face remains a mystery, her eyes obscured by a digital censor bar.
”Alright, let’s have you introduce yourself,” a man’s voice said. It filtered through—shallow, frivolous, and distorted by a voice changer that rendered his identity unrecognizable.
”Y-yes. I… I am A[BEEP]maria, and I am [BEEP]teen years old,” Annamaria replied. The bleeps cut through her name, but to those who know her, the truth is obvious. (I know exactly who that girl on the screen is. It’s Annamaria.)
”Heh, so your name is A[BEEP]maria-chan? Well then, mind giving us your height and your three sizes?” the man asked.
”Yes. My height is 127cm. My sizes are… um, 94, 52, 69 from the top,” Annamaria said.
”94 at your age! That’s huge,” the man exclaimed.
”Thank… you? I think?” Annamaria said. She offered a tentative word of thanks, seemingly processing the comment as a compliment, though her voice wavered with uncertainty.
”How about your hobbies? Favorite foods, hated foods… things you like?” the man continued.
”My hobby is embroidery. My favorite foods are sweets—cakes and parfaits. My hated foods are… bitter things. Except for Master’s that,” Annamaria replied.
(Seriously, how am I even supposed to react to that? By that, she definitely means his ‘seed.’ She always looks so happy whenever she’s drinking it.)
”Heh~, so you actually like ‘seed’?” the man teased.
”Ah! Master’s! Only Master’s!” Annamaria cried out.
”Hmm. We’ll go with that for now. Oh? But does that mean you’ve already gone all the way with Master?” the man asked.
”A-ah, no, not yet… we haven’t. I’ve used my mouth, or my bottom, but…” Annamaria confessed.
”Your bottom! Impressive. Young girls these days are really something… but you haven’t done the real thing yet, then,” the man said.
”Yes…” Annamaria said, nodding shyly, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she gave a small, submissive duck of her head.
”I see. By the way, A[BEEP]maria-chan… do you understand what kind of video we’re about to film?” the man questioned.
”Y-yes… I know. It’s, um… a lewd video… right?” Annamaria said.
”Exactly! So, for starters… why don’t you show us how you m**urbate?” the man commanded.
”…Eh?” Annamaria asked, a look of pure bewilderment crossing her face. (In truth, she has never shown anyone how she touches herself. It’s only natural; it’s not exactly something a girl does in public. If this were Honoka, she’d be showing off with a grin, but I digress.)
”That’s… embarrassing,” Annamaria whispered.
”Come on now, you’re going to be doing much more embarrassing things after this. Besides… this might be the last ‘service’ you can give to the person you love. Are you really going to say no to that?” the man pressured her.
”………” Annamaria remained silent. Finally, as if resigning herself to her fate, she slowly spread her thighs and hitched up her skirt, exposing her drawers.
”Haah… ngh… fu… nnh,” Annamaria moaned. She began to knead her breasts through her clothes, pinching at her n**ipss with her left hand while her right traced the seam of her drawers. She shut her eyes tight, her breath hitching as faint, airy moans escaped her lips.
”Hmm, that’s a bit weak. A[BEEP]maria-chan, are you really doing it the way you always do? Besides, if you don’t show off your tits and your p**sy, the people watching this are going to be bored. You’ve got to get them out,” the man said.
”U-uuu…” Annamaria whimpered as her eyes welled up with tears. Yet, she ultimately chose to obey. She pulled down the neckline of her dress, and her heavy mounds swayed as they were freed. Her n**ipss were standing up in firm points.
”There we go. Now, take off those drawers. Or do you want me to do it for you?” the man offered.
”Ah! I’ll do it myself!” Annamaria said. Recoiling at the thought of a stranger’s touch, she reached for her drawers and slowly slid them down until they were discarded. Remaining seated with her legs spread, she hitched her skirt up. Her p**sy was revealed—completely bald and pristine. It remained a tightly closed line, yet her clitoris was already swollen. Without further prompting, she resumed her self-pleasure.
”Ngh… fuuh… ha, hau… nn, kuu… haun! Hi, ha, nnngh!” Annamaria cried out. She gave herself a sharp pinch, causing her body to jerk violently. Her breathing grew increasingly ragged.
”Hmm… Hey, A[BEEP]maria-chan. I’ve got a question. Can you suck your own n**ipss?” the man asked.
”Nnh… ah… yes… what… is it…? I… I don’t know. I’ve never tried,” Annamaria replied.
”Really? Well, why don’t you try it right now?” the man said.
”…Y-yes,” Annamaria said. She cupped her breasts from below, managed to bring a n**ips to her lips, and began to suckle on herself with a wet, slurping sound.
Slurp, suck, squish…
”Oh, look at that. You can do it. That’s incredibly erotic. But you can’t really m**urbate like that, can you? Here, let me help,” the man said. He moved behind her, pulling her onto his lap. He toyed with her clitoris with his right hand before sliding a finger along her slit and pushing it inside. Simultaneously, he thrust his left finger into her anus.
”Ngh!? W-wait… not there…” Annamaria gasped.
”Come on, don’t let go. Keep sucking,” the man ordered.
”Ngh… slurp… lick… suck, suck…” Annamaria moaned. The wet sounds of her nursing herself and the squelching friction of the man ravaging her lower half melted into a harmony of filth.
Squelch, squelch, slop, squish.
”Ngh… slurp, shloop… suck, gulp, suck…” Annamaria moaned.
”A[BEEP]maria-chan, you’re a filthy little thing for your age. Let’s make you even filthier,” the man said. He began to ruthlessly assault her p**sy and anus.
”Nnngh!? Ngh! Slurp! Suck! Nnnnnnnnnn!” Annamaria screamed. Under his relentless touch, her hips began to grind with a mind of their own. And then—
”Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh!” Annamaria screamed as she squirted. Her hips bucked as she reached a violent climax, her waist convulsing in tremors.
”Did you come? You totally came. What a mess you made. My own piece… it’s gotten rock hard. So, next… why don’t you use that cute little mouth of yours to wrap around my c**k, A[BEEP]maria-chan?” the man said.
* * *
The censor bar was gone, replaced by the man’s shaft. It was a gargantuan thing that completely obscured Annamaria’s eyes as it loomed over her face.
”U-ah… haa… haa…” Annamaria panted. Her face was a mask of heat; she looked absolutely mesmerized by the sheer size of it.
”Now, I’m going to have you lick this… but let’s play a game first. If you can go ten minutes without licking this c**k, you win. The filming stops, and I won’t touch you again. But if you lick it, we keep going until the very end. Deal?” the man proposed.
”…I’ll do it. I’ve already decided that my first time belongs to Master,” Annamaria replied. She accepted. The man produced a stopwatch.
”OK, ten minutes on the clock. Ready… go!” the man said.
”Ngh! …Ngh, fuu…” Annamaria sighed. (But not even a minute passes before her breathing turns shallow. Being forced to stare at such a massive c**k, it’s impossible for her not to be aroused.)
”Haah… haah… No, I can’t… I can’t look away. It… even the smell… it smells so much like a man, it’s making me crazy… nnh, fuu…” Annamaria whispered.
”Hey, if you can’t handle it, you’re allowed to touch yourself. Masturbating is fine. But the second you lick this, you lose,” the man said.
”……Ngh, kuun! Ah… haan, it feels… it feels so good down there… My n**ipss are so stiff… ngh, angh! Just looking at it… angh! Aaanngh!” Annamaria cried out. Her eyes were glued to his shaft. She tried to drown out the urge to taste him by masturbating even harder. Despite trying to suppress the impulse, her tongue began to flick toward the head of his c**k.
”Hah, ngh, kuuh! I’m coming!” Annamaria screamed. With a soft hiss, she squirted lightly and collapsed into a climax. (Annamaria seems like she might find her senses after the third time, but the temptation in front of her has finally pushed her past her breaking point.)
”A-ah… No, I know it’s wrong, but I… I can’t look away. I just… u, ah, haa… I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry! I… I’m at my limit… haa, ah, aaah, I want to lick it so bad… I can’t help it anymore!” Annamaria cried.
”I’m sorry, Master, I can’t take it! …Slurp,” Annamaria said as she shifted her head toward the glans and gave it a long, lingering lick.
”And there it is! A[BEEP]maria-chan loses. Man, you didn’t even last five minutes. You’re such a little slut, A[BEEP]maria-chan… whoa, hey!” the man laughed.
”Gulp, slurp, shloop, slurp! Fu-aa, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t stop myself! Munch, slurp, shloop!” Annamaria moaned. She pursed her lips and took the man’s c**k deep into her throat. As she performed an aggressive deepthroat, her face was transformed into a mask of pure depravity.
”Gag, slurp, shloop!” Annamaria gagged.
”Holy shit, you were really holding back, weren’t you? You wanted this c**k that badly… although I guess you’re not even listening anymore,” the man said.
Annamaria performed fellatio with unwavering focus, her mouth making loud, slurping noises that seemed to drown out the man’s voice entirely.
”Whoa, damn… You’re well-trained, aren’t you?” he gasped. “I’m about to c**m already!”
She moaned in response, her mouth full: “Gyuup! Gyurururururu! Gyupo! Gyupu! Gyozozozozo!”
”Hah!” he chuckled, gripping her hair. “You want my seed that badly? Fine, I’ll give you plenty. I’ll cover you in it!”
Her muffled cry escaped: “Buh! Guh! Nnnnnnnn!”
Her cheeks bulged as he e**culated, the sheer volume too much for her to swallow. She released his c**k, unable to contain it.
”Bpyuu! Byururururu! Dop Yuryurururu!” he groaned, thrusting into the air.
”Nbuah! Nha! Ebuh! Nbu! A, ahii…” she whimpered, her face glistening with his seed.
Annamaria’s entire body was drenched in his seed, her face and skin coated in the white filth.
”Swallow every drop in your mouth,” he ordered, sternly.
She obeyed, her voice trembling: “N, guh, nku, gok, gok… Keph… It’s sticking to my throat, the smell is overwhelming…”
”Is that so?” he teased. “And which is better, mine or your husband’s?”
”I… I can’t say,” she stammered, defiant.
Though her body had surrendered, her heart remained defiant, refusing to answer.
”Fine,” he sighed, leaning back. “Let’s move on to the main event, shall we?”
”…Ku,” she relented. “Yes. I’m sorry, my husband…”
* * *
The man sat on the bed, his erection still firm despite having just e**culated.
”Alright, Annamaria,” he said, gesturing to her. “Climb on top of me, face the camera so everyone can see.”
”Y-yes…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
She stripped naked and slowly lowered herself onto him, spreading her legs wide and parting her labia with her hands. The tip of his c**k touched her entrance.
”Now,” he prompted, “tell the viewers what’s about to happen.”
”A-ah…” she began, her voice shaking. “I’m about to lose my virginity to this man’s c**k. Watch as my innocence is taken… Nn.”
She lowered herself slowly, his glans slipping inside. But her movement halted.
”Ah, I…” she trailed off. “I can’t go further…”
”Can’t do it yourself?” he smirked. “I’ll help you then… Ready?”
”Oh?!” she gasped, her eyes widening.
He gripped her hips and thrust her down, his c**k burying itself inside her in one swift motion.
”O, ah, ahi, it huuurts…” she cried. “Stop, please… Uu.”
A single streak of blood trickled from her cleft, proof of her broken hymen.
”Damn, a virgin…” he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction. “The tightness is incredible.”
”Hii, it huuurts…” she whimpered. “Please, stop…”
Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded, but he ignored her.
”No can do,” he said, his voice firm. “Let’s move.”
”Hiyu?!” she squeaked. “Ah, ku, it huuurts… N, ah…”
He gripped her hips and began thrusting, her cries of pain gradually mingling with moans of pleasure.
”N, ah, an! Ku, n ah!” she gasped, her voice breaking.
”Such cute moans,” he taunted. “You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”
”N-no…” she insisted, her voice weak. “I’m not… Ahin!”
She let out a loud cry.
”Liar,” he said, his voice low. “Admit it, you’re enjoying my c**k.”
”N-no!” she protested, her voice rising. “Ah! N ah! Kuuu!”
Her body twitched violently—had she climaxed?
”You just came, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice laced with triumph.
”I… didn’t!” she insisted, her voice cracking. “Ahn! I didn’t! Don’t… push me… Ahn!”
“Pshh! Pshaa!”
Her body arched back, squirting as she reached another climax. Yet he continued thrusting relentlessly.
”Ah! Ma! N ah! So… rough…” she panted. “Ahn! Aaan!”
”I won’t stop,” he said, his voice cold. “You’re not enjoying it, right? So I’ll keep going until you do!”
”No!” she cried, her voice desperate. “I… am! I’m enjoying your c**k! So… stop!”
”Then let’s make it even better,” he said, his voice dark.
”Hiyan! No! No no no!” she screamed. “I’m c**ming! I’m c**ming! Forgive me! I’m… losing!”
“Pshaa!”
She squirted again, her body surrendering to pleasure.
”No!” she sobbed. “I’ve lost… to your c**k… Forgive me… N… again?”
”I haven’t finished yet,” he said, his voice gruff.
”S-stop!” she pleaded. “Ahn! I’m c**ming again!”
Despite her climax, he continued thrusting, her body helpless beneath him.
”O, ah, ah, I’m c**ming again!” she cried. “Nn! Where do you want to c**m?”
”Inside!” she begged. “Fill me up! Lots and lots!”
”Then here it comes,” he said, his voice final.
Her body jolted as he e**culated inside her.
”Ahin!” she screamed. “It’s so hot! I’m c**ming again!”
Her face was a mess of tears and drool, a lewd expression of pure ecstasy.
”Let’s show them what’s happening,” he said, spreading her legs wide.
Her v**ina clenched around his c**k, still pulsating from her orgasms.
”And… cut,” he said, pulling out.
”Nyan…” she whimpered. “It’s overflowing…”
He pulled out, his seed spilling from her, as if she were ejaculating herself.
”Say something to the viewers,” he commanded.
”Y-yes,” she stammered, her voice small. “I, Annamaria, have surrendered body and soul to this man’s c**k. I’m his now. Forgive me… hehe.”
She flashed a lewd double peace sign, completely enslaved by his pleasure.
”Well, that’s it,” he said, smirking at the camera. “Bad, isn’t it?”
He turned to her, his expression softening slightly.
”Want more?” he asked, his voice gentle. “Want to see her suffer?”
”Yes…” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “More… please…”
”Alright,” he said, his voice firm. “I’ll make her suffer even more. And Annamaria? I’ve taken your virginity and everything else. See you later.”
”Aaan, hurry…” she moaned, her body still trembling.
The video cut off.
* * *
”Damn, that was hot,” I remarked, leaning back in my chair.
Annamaria, sitting beside me, hid her face in her hands. “Uuu, I’m so embarrassed…” she mumbled.
”But you’re so cute,” I teased, nudging her. “Look what you’ve done to me.”
She peeked through her fingers. “W-wow… It’s so big…”
”Of course it is,” I said, smirking. “You’re still young. Even you’re rubbing your thighs together.”
”…Shall we?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
”Shall we what?” I prompted, raising an eyebrow.
”…Make me feel like in the video…” she admitted, her face flushing.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. “As you wish,” I said, pulling her into my arms.
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Summary:
The protagonist views a magic recording featuring Annamaria being coerced into a compromising video. The recording captures her masturbating and being stimulated by an unknown man, eventually losing a ‘game’ of restraint. The chapter concludes with Annamaria succumbing to her urges and performing oral s*x on the man while apologizing to her ‘Master.’
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Trivia:
- Annamaria’s mention of ‘Master’s seed’ suggests a pre-existing s*xual relationship or dependency that goes beyond simple servitude.
- The mention of Honoka suggests other characters in the protagonist’s circle have different levels of s*xual inhibition.
- The use of a voice changer for the man hints that he might be someone the protagonist or Annamaria actually knows.
- Annamaria’s ‘first time’ is still reserved for Master, implying the man in the video has not yet performed penetrative s*x
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Character Insight:
Annamaria’s internal conflict between her devotion to her Master and her physical susceptibility to pleasure is the focal point. Her loyalty is portrayed as fragile when faced with intense physical stimulation, leading to a sense of ‘corrupted innocence.’
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The existence of ‘Sphere Players’ and ‘Recording Crystals’ indicates a level of magical technology capable of high-fidelity audiovisual recording and playback, often used for illicit purposes in this setting.
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TL Notes:
The chapter title and content lean heavily into the ‘NTR’ (Netorare) trope, a popular adult genre theme involving the s*xual corruption of a partner, though framed here as a ‘video letter’ which may imply a staged or specific narrative purpose within the story’s ‘Nocturne’ (adult-oriented) context.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Annamaria – Ten‑year‑old daughter of Draguoth’s king, sister of princes Leonardo and Johann, now Sieben’s wife. She is 127 cm tall, has long straight blonde hair, blue eyes, hairless skin, cherry‑pink nipples and unusually large 94 cm breasts. Dressed in a tiara and white lace dress, she is usually polite and loyal to her ‘Master,’ though shown compromised in a video.
• Honoka – Petite maid in gleaming white armor with shimmering angelic skin and hidden wings, once the cold class rep who mocked Sasaki Natsuki, now his bound Goshujin-sama—revived from frozen stasis by a wish to bear his child, utterly devoted and sexually obsessed, trembling with ecstasy at his scent. Her lewd eyes and large breasts contrast her pristine uniform; she wields a Caduceus staff, heals with wind sorcery and wings, fiercely protects him, and suffers lonely longing within his harem, transformed into an energetic Apostle of Lust by servitude. As one of Natsumi’s wives and mother to their daughter Akari, she balances fierce devotion with motherly warmth, managing household duties while her soul burns with ecstatic submission.
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