That week, where he'd done his best to rape her into submission, had been the one that had fully convinced Yukiko of this man's boundless cruelty. On some level, it had been the thing that had truly broken her spirit. Not only had he threatened her, but he'd threatened the inn. Her family. And he had the power to destroy all of them.

After that, her resistance had become much less overt, more about delaying or avoiding than denying. Still, even that has its limits. She's reminded of them when his hand strikes her face. It's more of a surprise than an actual painful blow, though it stings enough to remind her what he's capable of. "S-sorry," she manages to mumble, before he's forcibly undressing her.

There's no care to it. He doesn't care about her sweater or her uniform. He just wants to get his hands on his high-school wife, and before she knows it, Yukiko's half naked.

Her nipples are still a little sensitive from the relatively recent piercings, so there's no muffling the little gasp and hiss of pain as he tweaks the rings, the metal tugging on her flesh from inside. She stumbles closer when he pulls on them, toying with her pert, modest breasts, and opens her mouth just in time for his tongue to slide as far as it can into her.

She feels like crying. Instead, she just has to accept this, to endure it. That she's a piece of meat now, to be fondled and groped and fucked as he pleases.

She kisses back... somewhat. It's very mild, just enough to be less of a dead fish than he'd hit her for.