Maki's submission (1)

It took him a few days to settle in this new life without an arm, but Keito was now more or less back to normal.

During those few days, he talked with mostly everyone in the school. The second-years had tried to cheer him up with a party, and it kind of worked. Even Maki participated, and she wasn't even **** to be there.

Of course, Megumi had come forward and tried to take all the blame upon himself for what happened. Learning from his experience with Yuji, Keito swiftly used his Domain and hypnotized him.

That's right, he hypnotized Megumi. Like Yuji, he gave him basic suggestions to stop blaming himself and to blame Sukuna, as well as to not care at all about what weird things he'd do to others.

Phrasing had been important, because Megumi was the total opposite of Yuji. Even the most basic suggestions had been hard to process. Keito had to play with words to make him do what he wanted in a roundabout way.

For example, instead of saying 'Ignore everything weird I do to others' he had to say 'You really couldn't care less about what I do with others, as long as you're not involved.' It was a bit difficult, but he made it work.

Nobara had been the most impacted by the events. When she first saw him coming out of the infirmary, she barrelled into him and hugged him with all of her strength, weeping in joy and sorrow.

Yuji had told everyone what had happened during the time Sukuna was in control, so she was extremely grateful for him basically giving up an arm and nearly dying to save her and Megumi. That night, they finally had sex after all this time. He put the condoms Shoko had given him to good use.

Gojo had praised him for managing to stall Sukuna for as long as he did, and the two of them had a brief spar. One punch infused with his sensei's Cursed Technique had made Keito puke his lunch, a reminder of the gap between them.

Today, Maki and him were partnered for a joint patrol in the streets of Tokyo. But while the patrol had been pretty easy, Keito was still pretty darn excited for this day because of what he did before they left Jujutsu College.

Despite the loss of his arm, Maki kept trying to spar with him because of his suggestions. She seemed pretty ashamed of it, but she couldn't go against what her subconscious was telling her to do.

It just took a simple sentence that he said without much thinking, and he got more than he could have imagined. "With everything that's happened, I don't think I'll ever spar with you again."

She nearly cried following that declaration. She begged him so many times, getting on her knees and promising him whatever he wanted. She even proposed sucking him off whenever he asked her to.

But he struck a much better deal. It took some convincing and some acting, but in exchange for sparring at least 3 times with her when she wanted to, she would do everything he asked her to do today, unless it meant hurting someone other than them, and she'd never speak about it to anyone. To make sure she'd abide by her words, they sealed the deal with a Binding Vow.

"Come on, break's over, get it moving even more!" Keito ordered, smacking Maki Zenin's fat dumptruck ass with his right hand. The pair were inside a room in a love hotel that Keito had rented, all thoughts about doing the patrol straight up forgotten.

Tired, Maki resumed her routine. She got in a high squat and widened her stance, and then started to rhythmically shake her butt and thrust her hips to the beat of an imaginary music. Soon, the sound of her asscheeks clapping filled the room.

Whistling, Keito took out his phone and started to record her. He made sure to make some videos in slow-motion to really capture the jiggling of her ass, the sweat that flew off each time the fat globes collided in an earth-shattering, thunderous clap.

Coming closer, Keito put down the phone and grabbed a leather paddle, outfitted with the word 'BITCH' in bright red letters, that was nearby. The room was outlined with all kinds of sexual accessories people were familiar with. Without warning, he smacked Maki's rear with it as hard as he could.

The Zenin slut yelled in pain, shutting her eyes and nearly falling to the floor. She voiced her complaints, "KEITO-" He cut her off with another smack, sending many pain signals to her brain. "In this room you'll call me master, you dimwit cum-guzzler! Understood?!"

Despite the pain, a wave of arousal travelled throughout her body at the insult and her twerking only increased in intensity, "YES MASTER!"

Another smack, followed by a scream of pain and an insult, "You're just a stupid bitch with a 10 feet long pole stuck in her ass! Understood?!"

"YES MASTER!" She yelled back, trembling from pain, effort and especially arousal. A wet liquid was trailing down her thighs, obvious sign of the aforementioned arousal.

*SMACK*

"You're worthless, a filthy commoner who barely has any Curses Energy and who needs fucking glasses to see curses! A disgrace to Jujutsu Sorcery! Understood?!" Said glasses were already on the bed after he had taken them earlier.

"YES MASTER!" Her juices were gushing out, staining herself and the floor below. She never felt this ashamed in all of her 19 years of existence. Stuck in a love hotel, naked, twerking in front of her underclassman, getting her ass smacked by a paddle and having her dignity destroyed; she wanted to die.

And yet, the more degrading the insult, the more it probed at her insecurities, the more it tore her dignity and self-esteem to shread, the more she felt a heat creeping up her entire body and her love juices leaking out from her shaven pussy.

Keito decided to go all-in, and he came up with what he thought poked best at Maki's deepest insecurities, "You are just a piece of fuck-meat, inept at anything but getting your holes fucked by strong sorcerers. Your existence is a joke, the Zenin clan was right to deem you and your sister as fucking disappointments! UNDERSTOOD?!"

"YES MASTER!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, arching her back as the painful insult sent her over the edge and she climaxed all over the floor. Her twerking stopped momentarily as she caught her breath. Keito turned around to throw the paddle on the bed when he heard something unexpected.

He walked in front of Maki to check for himself, but there was no mistaking it. The rude, brash, self-centered and tomboyish Maki Zenin was crying. More than crying, full-on sobbing with snot running down her face.

She put her face on her hands, hiding herself as the sobs rocked her frame. The pained wails hit his ear, and coupled with the sight, it honestly made his already rock-hard cock twitch in his shorts. In one move, he brought them down and let his cock spring free, and then removed his tank-top.

Naked as the day he was born, he went back to stand behind Maki and hugged her from behind. He lowered himself a bit to stay at her height. His right hand found her breast and toyed with her nipple, while his dick was snuggily sandwiched between her wet thighs, right under her swollen snatch.

"Hey, Maki." He said, whispering in her ear. She made no indication that she had heard him, still crying. He got even closer, almost kissing her ear, "Don't cry, it'll ruin your pretty face. It's the only thing valuable about you."

Now she heard him. Her sobs were even worse now, and her involuntary movements gave him a sort-of thighjob against her will. He kissed her back, "It's okay, I'll take care of you even if you're just a dumb bitch. I'm the only one who will after all. Now let's get you showered up."