"True Xing Xia Zi"

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Prologue: Natsuko wakes up on the still-warm tiled floor.
The dim light from the nightlight shines into the room, where red crabs crawl slowly, making squeaking noises, occasionally pausing to gaze at the sky with their long, narrow eyes.
There aren't just a pair of crabs, there are twenty, thirty, or even more. The sounds of crabs crawling come from every corner of the room.
It takes Natsuko a long time to realize that the squeaking noises are from crabs.
It takes more time for her to find herself naked, her hands and feet bound, lying on the floor.
From when she first arrived until now, Natsuko doesn't know where she is.
Not only that, why is she in this situation? Who did this? Natsuko doesn't understand the reason or what happened. Her
last memory is of being attacked from behind on her way home, smelling a sleeping potion, and then passing out.
Natsuko is thirty-two years old, married at nineteen, and now has a child in the first year of junior high school. Her husband is a promising young businessman, but not yet a big shot in the financial world. Her family was happy and harmonious, without any problems, and she couldn't recall having any grudges against anyone.
Xiazi thought it might simply be a kidnapping for money.
But being completely naked and bound seemed excessive.
Where was she? Where were the people who had bound her? She faintly smelled medicine and saw many large tables in the large room—perhaps it was a company's research lab. She saw a blackboard and a large kitchen counter—was it a school's science classroom? And why were there censors here?
Xiazi's heart was filled with unease and fear.
She heard insects chirping outside.
Xiazi's mature naked body was illuminated by a long nightlight shining through the glass window.
She didn't feel cold, but Xiazi still frowned, a confused expression on her beautiful face with its straight nose. She was beautiful, looking younger than her actual age, possessing an elegant temperament that combined cuteness and intelligence.
She had double eyelids, cherry-like lips that could bewitch men, long curly hair, and stood 161 centimeters tall, with no excess fat on her body. Her body had beautiful curves.
Her arms and upper body were bound together. Her full breasts were bound with ropes, making them even more beautiful. Because she was lying on her back and bound by ropes, the shape of her breasts remained unchanged. Her cute nipples stood erect.
Xiazi's long legs were spread apart, with a mop handle between her feet, which were tied to either end, preventing her from closing them. Between her spread thighs, one could see her labia majora, curly pubic hair extending to her mons pubis, and bright red labia minora; her vulva closed like flower petals.
"Ah, no!" Xiazi couldn't help but scream as she saw a group of crabs crawling towards her. When she bent her legs and moved the mop handle, all the crabs temporarily stopped. But soon after, they crawled towards her thighs again.
"Wow!" More than one crawled over. At the front was a large crab, followed by many others.
Xiazi finally managed to lift her bound upper body with her abdominal muscles.
Unable to resist, her beautiful naked body trembled incessantly on the cold tile floor.
Would she use scissors to pinch the flesh at the base of her thighs? Or would she use scissors to pinch her vulva and spread it apart, using it as a nest to penetrate her vagina? Overwhelmed by intense fear, Natsuko's eyes widened, almost forgetting to blink.
Just imagining it sent shivers down her spine. The fact that she was completely bound and unable to move made her thighs numb.
The crab ruthlessly crawled up to her thighs, then might grab her legs and climb up. Natsuko's
feet were tied to the ends of a mop handle, so she could only bend her legs, not close them, and when she bent them, the angle was even greater, making it difficult to move backward smoothly.
Just as the cry for help reached her lips, Natsuko hurriedly got down.
She couldn't let anyone see her in this unsightly state; how could she cry for help?
Who could be so cruel to her? And why were there so many crabs? Natsuko's thoughts raced like a revolving lantern, pounding bricks in the same spot. Besides, there was only an ominous premonition that something terrible was about to happen.
"Ah, crab!" Just as a large crab was about to climb onto Natsuko's thigh, footsteps came from the corridor.
Chapter 1 Imprisonment – Night in the Materials Classroom Hearing footsteps approaching, Natsuko tensed.
It must be the person who imprisoned her here.
Perhaps she could find out why she was imprisoned here. But what would happen to her bound, naked body? Fear made Natsuko's mind go blank.
The footsteps weren't hurried; they were like those of an old man taking a leisurely stroll.
Soon after, she heard the door open, and a man entered the room.
"Who!" Natsuko twisted her bound body, staring at the man.
The man silently walked over and stood beside Natsuko, her face contorted in all directions.
The man wore white clothes, holding a flashlight in his left hand and a large black leather bag in his right. Moreover, this man openly displayed his face, making no attempt to conceal it. He revealed a challenging gaze and a terrifying smile, pointing the flashlight beam directly at Natsuko's crotch.
"Ahhh!" Shame made Natsuko involuntarily twist her body, letting out a pitiful cry mixed with fear and shame.
Natsuko felt a sense of déjà vu about this man. He wore silver-rimmed glasses, had a neurotic face, and appeared to be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with a rather thin build. His bangs hung down his forehead, giving him an intellectual look.
He had fair skin and a straight nose. If a young woman judged a man's character by his appearance, she would surely mistake him for an idol. However, his handsome face lacked vitality and any sense of individuality.
In fact, upon closer inspection, everything about him was quite ordinary, even frightening, like an expression created with lies. Only his eyes shone with a cold, hateful glint.
"You...you are..." Natsuko couldn't continue. From the association of white clothes and a science classroom, she remembered who this man was.
He was Shirai Keisuke, the homeroom teacher of an only child and the science teacher.
"Hey, these crabs seem to be hoping to find a nest and lock themselves in." There was still one crab that hadn't escaped between Natsuko's thighs, its long, narrow eyes scrutinizing its surroundings. Shirai unceremoniously shone a flashlight on Natsuko's thigh, uttering words that sounded both threatening and humiliating.
Hearing Shirai's words, Natsuko tensed up. Just imagining the crab entering her vagina made her faint, not to mention the thought of her son's homeroom teacher looking at her private parts. She wished she could disappear into a hole.
Hearing lewd words from the teacher's mouth again, a strong sense of shame made Natsuko tremble uncontrollably. "Look, the crab is looking at your vulva with its pointy eyes. Hehe." Natsuko felt her face burning, even her ears turning red.
"Why are you doing this to me?" "These crabs are farmed, for teaching purposes." Shirai ignored her question, put down his briefcase, and turned to walk towards the teaching materials.
He took out an alcohol lamp, magnifying glass, clamps, and beaker as if preparing for a science experiment, and brought them to Natsuko's side.
"Tell me why you're so cruel? What grudge do you hold against me?" Knowing that nothing this man said would make a difference, Natsuko truly didn't understand Shirai's true intentions. If she knew his purpose, perhaps it would alleviate some of her fear and unease.
Natsuko's gaze followed Shirai, watching his every move and asking questions.
"Hehe," Shirai only let out a terrifying laugh.
"You think you can get away with this after doing something so terrible? You'll not only lose your teaching job but also be sentenced to prison. Your life will be ruined at such a young age. Aren't you afraid? I don't know what your purpose is. You're still here now, there's still time to salvage the situation. I promised not to escalate this, so stop now and don't do anything foolish." "Heh heh," Natsuko tried to bluff as much as possible, using both soft and hard tactics.
However, Shirai let out another terrifying laugh, ignoring Natsuko's words and silently preparing his teaching materials. He opened the leather bag he had brought and took out bottles of murky liquid or salad oil cans, placing them on the ground.
Natsuko was terrified; being bound and unable to move only increased her fear.
Shirai wasn't wearing pants; only his leather shoes, socks, and hairy calves were visible under his white shirt. It was as if he were a perverted exhibitionist who had suddenly appeared wearing only a coat. He wasn't wearing anything under his white shirt.
This made him seem foolish and ridiculous, while also highlighting the terrifying nature of a mentally unstable person.
Natsuko thought about the teacher's shamelessness and the abnormal humiliation that was about to unfold, and the hair on her body stood on end.
Looking closely, her crotch was erect, pushing the front of her white clothes high. Her eyes were darting around, and veins were bulging on her forehead and temples, showing that she was mentally unstable.
"Madam! Do you know Masataro, who is more like a monkey than a monkey?" "" I don't know what this man is asking. Natsuko has never heard of Masataro.
"There is an entertainer who is very good at imitating monkeys." "What do you think of him?" "Hehehe, he's really like one. If he were to play a distressed monkey, he would be the best." "So what do you think?" "I like that kind of performance the most." Natsuko still doesn't understand what Shirai is trying to say.
"What does that have to do with how cruel you were to me?" "Nothing, nothing at all! Ha! There can't be any connection! How funny, you thought it had something to do with me." "Haha, you don't know anything about Masataro's performance. I just suddenly remembered. Haha." This man must be abnormal, he might really have schizophrenia. A month ago, when we talked at the parent-teacher meeting, he didn't seem abnormal at all, but now he's a completely different person.
What deep-seated hatred could he possibly have for Natsuko, a student's parent? His sadistic, shameless behavior, his angry gaze, his incoherent words—all were terrifyingly horrifying.
And why was he taking out science lab equipment? Natsuko was confused and terrified. Perhaps it wasn't about money.
So, was his aim my body? Would letting him rape me end it all? But seeing his strange gaze, and the thought of him possibly killing me, made her think of her son and husband, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Hey, isn't it strange that a person is more like a monkey than a monkey? How ridiculous!" Natsuko thought, determined to escape. But how could she escape while bound? And where were her clothes?
Natsuko ignored Shirai. Focusing on her current situation, she tried to escape.
She looked around, but couldn't find her clothes.
Where had he hidden them? Perhaps she hadn't been stripped naked in the science classroom. Natsuko didn't remember when she had been stripped and bound. But she didn't seem to have been raped yet; even if she had passed out, she would have woken up if she had been raped. Furthermore, there was no unpleasant sensation in her genitals after being raped.
However, she was certain to be raped. Regardless of the ultimate goal, binding her naked was also one of the purposes of rape.
"Hehe, it would be fun if monkeys could imitate people more like humans." No matter what Natsuko was thinking, Shirai kept muttering about monkeys. He sat down at Natsuko's feet. Then he placed the alcohol lamp between her spread legs.
"No! What are you doing?" Natsuko thought the rape was finally starting. Shirai's action made Natsuko twist her body nervously and scream.
"I heard that soon, a monkey school will be set up in the sunroom." Ignoring Natsuko's screams, Shirai set up a tripod on the alcohol lamp, placed a beaker on it, poured salad oil into the beaker, and lit the alcohol lamp with a lighter. Natsuko
could no longer think of a way to escape; she could only concentrate on facing her current situation. She lifted her bound upper body and stared wide-eyed at the alcohol lamp placed between her legs.
"Such a lovely vulva. Just looking at it is exciting." Shirai took a bottle out of his bag, shook it in front of Natsuko, and said,
"Hey, do you know what this liquid is?" "What is it?" "Hey, it's a soup made from bonito scraps." "Bonito scrap soup?" Shirai nodded, opened the bottle, and smelled the fish soup.
"It was just made, it's still warm." "What are you going to do with this? No, no, no doing anything weird!" Natsuko felt fear and confusion.
"Hey, this is what crabs love to eat." Shirai's answer was also inexplicable.
The crabs, who had gotten used to being with Shirai, started crawling on the ground again.
"You'll understand soon." After Shirai finished speaking, he actually poured the fish soup on Natsuko's mons pubis, inner thighs, and vulva.
"Ah, no, no!" "Hey, they're all coming soon, those hungry crabs." Shirai's words made Natsuko's face turn pale. But the alcohol lamp and oil between her legs made Natsuko afraid to move. The fish soup had a fishy smell and was sticky, making Natsuko uncomfortable.
Her mind was blank; she could only stare wide-eyed.
"Look, the crabs have smelled it and are crawling over." Just as Shirai said, many crabs crawled towards Natsuko's crotch.
"No! No!" Natsuko couldn't help but scream. "
Hehe, it doesn't matter if you're a big shot or not. The school is far from our residence, and the guards are on leave tonight." "You...you..." Natsuko wanted to scold him for not being qualified to be a teacher, but she didn't say it. It was pointless to say anything to someone who had already done such a thing.
Shirai looked at Natsuko's terrified expression with a smile.
"Madam! You're so beautiful. No ordinary female celebrity can compare. Hehe, seeing such a noble woman in fear makes me so happy." Shirai's voice became more and more excited, and he picked up a magnifying glass after speaking. The hatred in his eyes had disappeared, and now only lustful light remained.
"Oh, this is such a beautiful vulva, you lewd woman. With such a beautiful face and such a lewd vulva, I'm about to drool! Such a beautiful vulva!" He held a magnifying glass over the vulva, scrutinizing it closely, uttering obscene words to provoke Natsuko's shame. Shirai's actions were like appraising a jewel.
"Ah, don't look! Don't!" Natsuko could only cry out, unable to move. Between her legs was an alcohol lamp, with salad oil heating inside.
"Hey, there are many suitable nests for you here," Shirai said, using clamps to separate the labia like a surgeon, revealing a gush of nectar.
"Ah, I'm so ashamed! Don't!" He rubbed the clamps near the urethra, bending Natsuko's back into a square shape, causing her to cry involuntarily.
"Hey, I was right! You're a real masochist, even inside you're all wet! Hey, no doubt about it. This kind of physique is what a true masochist is. I really want to do something to make you happy." Watching Natsuko's shameful reaction, he used the clamps to pull her labia forcefully.
Her labia were beautifully developed, able to stretch long, soft and supple, softer than any other part of her body. The labia also had many fine lines like leaf veins. After such pulling and friction, they began to swell, perhaps due to excitement. When the clamps were applied slightly harder, Natsuko frowned her beautiful brows and let out a soft moan.
"Hey, let me see what the industrialist's wife's urination hole looks like." Shirai inserted the clamps about five centimeters into her urethra and then parted the urethral opening.
Natsuko screamed, the shame and fear compounded by pain. The alcohol lamp between her thighs had boiled the salad oil in the beaker, making a bubbling sound, and a crab was trying to climb onto her thighs without any hesitation.
"Hmm! Your vulva is indeed very nice. Even when played with like this, it keeps flowing with honey. Don't you feel ashamed to have such a lewd vulva? Have you ever seen your own vulva? Probably not. I think you definitely haven't. Next time, look at it in the mirror. If you compare your beautiful face with this hairy, lewd vulva, you'll definitely be so ashamed that sweat will break out on your forehead. Hey, it looks really good like this." This man, Kawashirai Keisuke, seemed abnormal no matter how you looked at him. Natsuko felt completely lost. Being bound by a mentally unstable person, having her genitals examined with a magnifying glass, and being played with with clamps, the thought of what he might do in the future gave her goosebumps and made her tremble all over.
"Madam, you have such a lewd vulva, yet you pretend to be elegant. Women are all liars. You have such a lewd vulva, yet you wear panties and skirts to cover it up, and you use this lewd vulva as a weapon to play with innocent men. I want you to apologize." As Shirai said this, he continued to play with Natsuko's vulva.
Shirai's mental state is unstable, making him extremely dangerous. His voice occasionally rises or becomes hysterical. At these times, his hands become rough, causing Natsuko to involuntarily bend over in pain.
Furthermore, his speech becomes incoherent, and he demands an apology from Natsuko.
"Why are you so cruel to me? What have I done to offend you that I need to apologize to you?" Natsuko's large eyes are filled with tears as she manages to ask.
"Ugh..." Upon hearing Natsuko's words, Shirai's eyes widen, his cheek muscles twitch, and he lets out a dog-like growl.
He's practically a mad dog. Groaning, he pulls the clitoris out of the foreskin. His hands tremble as he clamps the pink clitoris with a clamp and twists it violently.
"It hurts! Don't do this!" The clitoris, pinched by the clamp, turns from pink to dark, quickly doubling in size from its original size of a red bean. It hurts, like surgery without anesthesia. This pain seems to be linked to pleasure, and Natsuko's lower body trembles.
"Why? Because of what?" Her uterus feels itchy. The moans were about to turn into intermittent moans of lust.
"Ahhh," Xiazi tried hard not to make any sexy sounds, but she couldn't help but let out sweet, lewd moans. The image of Shirai saying earlier that her breasts were truly masochistic and being cruelly played with came to mind. Why did she feel pleasure? She had never thought about such things before. Did she really have masochistic tendencies? And could this man see through her at a glance?
"Say it! Say it now! If you have such a hairy, lewd vulva, and you're acting all high and mighty, I'm so sorry." "No, I can't say it." "Ah! You won't say it, will you? Hehe, won't you say it? Hehe, can't you say it, can't you?" Shirai's voice trembled like a morphine addict who had run out of medication. He threw the clips in his hands to the ground. When excited, he lost control. After speaking, he couldn't close his mouth, and his speech became like that of a mentally challenged child, with saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Xiazi could also tell that he suffered from some kind of psychosis.
Shirai started rummaging through his purse again, his eyes vacant, his right cheek twitching violently, his glasses swaying on his nose.
"Hmm, can't you even say anything now?" Shirai pulled out an electric hair clipper from his purse.
He stretched the long cord to the corner of the wall and plugged it into the socket. He turned it on, making a terrifying mechanical sound.
"Ah, don't do anything!" Natsuko's beautiful face had turned pale.
"I'm going to turn your head into a nun's and cut off all your long, beautiful hair!" Shirai shouted, kicking the table. The sound of kicking the wooden board echoed in the classroom.
"Ah, please have mercy on me!" Natsuko screamed and began to apologize.
The alcohol lamp was still burning between her legs, and the salad oil in the beaker was completely boiling. Smelling the soup, the crab, taking advantage of Shirai's absence, crawled onto Natsuko's inner thighs again. The intense fear made Natsuko's bound body tremble violently.
"If you don't want this hair clipper to turn your head into a nun's, just say so. Say you have a lewd, hairy vulva, and you're acting all high and mighty. I'm so sorry. Apologize to the innocent men in society like this." Shirai kept kicking the table, creating a hole. Shirai was at his limit. It seemed he was capable of anything. If he cut off his long hair and turned his head into a nun's, what would happen? Even if this shameless teacher was arrested by the police afterward, it wouldn't matter.
"I apologize for having hairy genitals and..." "No!" Shirai held the hair clipper and continued kicking the table.
"What genitals are you talking about! Don't be so elegant! It's a vulva! You should say it's Natsuko Mako's lewd vulva." "Ah, Natsuko Mako! A hairy vulva!" "Say it more clearly, say it louder!" Hearing that Natsuko's voice was very soft, Shirai shouted loudly.
"Natsuko Masayuki has a hairy vulva and acts all high and mighty, deceiving innocent men in society! I'm so sorry." "Oh, that's good! To hear such words from the mouth of such a beautiful Natsuko Masayuki, say it again." After saying this, Shirai unbuttoned his white shirt with excited, trembling fingers, pulled open the front, revealing his erect penis. It was a huge penis, about twenty centimeters long. He then grasped his penis with his other hand and began to rub it.
"Ah, Natsuko's vulva is so lewd and hairy," Natsuko said, twisting her body. Because of the lewd words she had uttered, her body was actually getting hot.
"Oh! That's great!" Shirai looked down at Natsuko, who was starting to react, and continued to rub his penis vigorously.
Clear liquid spurted from the tip of his penis.
A little while later, for some unknown reason, Shirai groaned and put the clippers to his forehead, shaving his head.
Natsuko was stunned again by this behavior.
He's gone mad! This man has completely gone mad!
A sense of dread made Natsuko's hair stand on end. From any angle, Shirai's behavior was utterly abnormal, not just perverse, but downright insane—and that was absolutely true.
His eyes were unfocused, revealing a dazed, confused expression. Intense excitement made him pant like a dog, continuing to shave his own head with the clippers.
Hair fell to the ground, and onto Natsuko's pale body, finally becoming an incompletely shaved head. At this moment, Shirai seemed to reach the peak of excitement, his eyes rolling back, the orgasm making his body stiff.
"Ugh, that's uncomfortable," his rubbing penis suddenly throbbed, beginning to ejaculate from the tip.
The milky white semen formed a parabola, landing on Natsuko's breasts. Like phlegm spat on the road, it stuck stickily to her body.
Chapter Two: Deception/Dissection of a Sacrifice Fortunately, Shirai only shaved his own head and didn't touch Natsuko's long hair.
He cut off the power and threw the hair clipper on the table.
His erect penis gradually shrank. But he was still not at ease. Now it's clear he's not just a pervert, but a mentally unstable person. What he'll do next is impossible to predict.
His baldness is even more frightening. The veins bulging at his temples, the nervous twitching, the bloodshot eyes, the weak relaxation at the corners of his mouth forming a terrifying smile, saliva dribbling from his lips—he's no longer the intellectual he once was.
Shirai is already a pain, capable of doing something drastic at any moment.
Natsuko believes that preserving her life is paramount; she cannot resist him again.
Natsuko remains immobilized. Dozens of crabs, attracted by the smell of the soup poured on her crotch, observe Shirai's movements while crawling towards Natsuko.
What is this shameless teacher thinking? What does he want to do? Natsuko has no idea.
No matter how she thinks, she only feels fear; it seems like rape won't end this.
Lured by the scent, the crabs concentrate even more on her exposed crotch, and Natsuko's fear reaches its peak.
"Hey, with such a beautiful face, you can actually say such lewd things that made me ejaculate." Shirai said excitedly, then sat down next to Natsuko. He then pressed his semi-erect penis against her right breast, smeared it with the semen there, and rubbed it there like he was drawing with a paintbrush.
"Ah, no!" Natsuko's tearful eyes widened further, but her voice was weak and feeble.
His penis became erect again, the glans glistening with semen.
At that moment, Shirai grabbed a crab crawling on the ground and placed it on the mound of her breast.
The crab, about two centimeters long, was small and remained motionless on her breast, its toes sinking into her soft skin. "I'm scared, don't do this!" Natsuko screamed desperately, and the crab hurriedly crawled to the slope of her breast.
Shirai chased after it with his penis, the moon like a snake swimming in water, blocking the crab's path. The crab tried to escape to the left and right, but when it crawled down her breast, it was blocked by the rope; when it climbed back up, the penis chased after it again.
"Don't do that to my breast!" "Take the crab away!" "Is that so?" Shirai grabbed the crab, but instead placed it on her nipple.
"No, no, don't do this!" "No? Hehe, that's good. This kind of screaming will incite my sadism." Shirai twisted his lips and then kneaded her breast with his other hand, her breast becoming like a soft tennis ball, sometimes concave, sometimes round.
"It'll hurt if you get pinched," Shirai threatened, bringing the crab closer. The crab, as if trained, opened its serrated scissors at the opportune moment.
"Ugh!" Knowing that this only pleased Shirai more, Natsuko couldn't help but whimper.
"Hmm, so you're scared that much," a sadistic glint appeared in Shirai's eyes. Shirai waved the crab in front of Natsuko, then threw it into a beaker placed between her legs, instantly turning it into fried crab.
How could this be? What was this person going to do? Her eyes couldn't leave Shirai.
But Natsuko's gaze still left him. Natsuko's body stiffened, swallowing the scream that was about to escape her lips. More crabs! A large group of crabs had gathered between Natsuko's legs. The
mentally unstable Shirai was terrifying, but the crabs with their scissors were terrifying too.
Some crabs placed their feet on her labia majora. Some crabs raised their scissors high as if shouting "Hooray!" Crabs overlapped on her mons pubis, forming what looked like a giant hairy crab. It might be sucking the soup stuck to her pubic hair. Who knows when she'll use scissors to pinch her flesh? Her soft labia could be easily cut.
Natsuko couldn't make a sound and was almost fainting.
Shirai seemed to have learned it from somewhere, possessing a talent for instilling fear in women, silently watching Natsuko's terrified expression.
"I'm scared, please take the crab away!" "Are you really that scared? Hehe, I was just saying, if you use these scissors to pinch her, it won't just hurt." "Stop talking, hurry up!" "I promised you, you'll do whatever I say?" Natsuko hesitated. If she agreed, she would surely face an even more cruel fate.
But if she agreed, the future was less important than the present.
"What do you think, ma'am? Do you want the crabs to pinch your vulva, or do as I say?" "Ah, I'll do as you say. Now, please remove the crabs." "Hey, is that so? I originally wanted to see you cry after the crabs pinched your vulva. Now that you've agreed, fine." Shirai grabbed the crabs from Natsuko's crotch and threw them one by one into a beaker, turning them into fried crabs.
"Now tell me a funny story, and I'll eat fried crabs while I listen to the story." Shirai took out chopsticks from his bag. "
There are still crabs." There were still crabs on her mons pubis.
"Don't be in such a hurry. They're not dangerous here. They'll just obediently suck the juices off your pubic hair." After Shirai finished speaking, he picked up a fried crab from the beaker and put it in his mouth.
"What do you want me to say?" "How old were you when you lost your virginity?" How could she answer such a question? This perverted and shameless teacher was truly a scoundrel. Natsuko cursed inwardly, but now she could only obey.
"Nineteen?" "Nineteen? That's too late. What kind of man is he?" "He's my husband. I got married at nineteen." "What a joke! You wouldn't be lying all this time, only having sex with your husband, would you?" Shirai threw his chopsticks on the ground. When he was angry, his speech returned to normal. It was probably only during sexual desire that his speech became incoherent. Now his clenched fists were trembling.
"Don't say that. I'm not the kind of woman who would have an affair. You asked me, and I'm just answering honestly. Do you think it's better for me to lie?" "Hmph! Things with your husband don't mean anything. But, on the other hand, it also proves that you're pure and your vagina isn't dirty. I'll listen. Tell me, tell me how your husband took your virginity. Did you feel good at the time, or were you too nervous to feel anything because it was your first time? Tell me honestly." "I can't say that." A strong sense of shame made Natsuko resist Shirai's demands.
"What can't you say?" Shirai grabbed the crab on Natsuko's mons pubis and touched Natsuko's nipples a few times with scissors.
"Ah, no!" The crab scissors were more terrifying than anything else, making Natsuko's hair stand on end.
"Looks like you're going to buy it this time. You just agreed, and now you're backing out," Shirai muttered to himself, then twisted the crab scissors off his hand, and used his hands to separate the scissors, clamping Natsuko's erect nipple.
"Ouch!" Like a lizard's tail that keeps moving after it's been cut off, the crab scissors were used to their fullest potential.
"Don't make me angry, do you want to clamp the other nipple too?" "I said take the scissors away!" "No! This is punishment for your resistance. Let's talk about it. What was it like the night you lost your virginity?" Natsuko shed tears, feeling pain in her breast. Especially having to tell her son's teacher about her and her husband's private matters, the shame almost made Natsuko's heart explode.
"We went on our honeymoon to Europe, and the first night was in Rome," Natsuko could only say through her tears. Shirai picked up the chopsticks on the ground and started eating fried crab again.
"Damn! Spending your wedding night in a Roman hotel with an amphitheater, how romantic. But none of that matters. Tonight, wear a pure white nightgown, and what color are your panties?" Shirai's tone of voice began to change again. After finishing the fried crab, he asked while stroking Natsuko's face.
"White." "Is it transparent?" "Ordinary white panties." "Ordinary? You're lying to me!" Shirai, who was chewing on the fried crab, suddenly stopped. He opened his mouth and used his fingers to pull the crab leg stuck between his teeth, throwing it on the ground.
"No, I'm not lying," Natsuko didn't finish her sentence, seeing Shirai's face twitch, knowing he was dissatisfied with the answer.
"What bride wears ordinary panties on her wedding night?" Even if she was lying, did she need to say something to please this man? Should she say it had embroidered patterns, transparent black panties? But when the lie was exposed, it was terrible. Shirai seemed to hate women, saying not long ago that women all lie to men. "But it's really like that, there's nothing we can do about it," Natsuko said seriously.
"Hmph, so useless. You wanted to show your purity so your husband would love you, right?" Shirai saw Natsuko's tears and muttered to himself. "Okay, you were wearing white underwear today too. What happened later? Did you take it off yourself?" "No, my husband." "Oh! I see. You pretended to be a good girl and let your husband take it off for you. You were naked then, under the bright lamp, the first time a man saw your breasts and vulva, right?" "This...this..." "What? Weren't you happy after being seen? You even wiggled your butt, begging to be penetrated quickly, right?" When Shirai said this, Natsuko really remembered that night. The more she was humiliated by Shirai, the more excited she felt for some reason. The shame of presenting her naked body to her husband for the first time, the excitement of receiving gentle caresses, almost made her heart burst. The excitement and shame of that night resurfaced, and her lower body began to itch.
"What did your husband say when he saw your vulva?" That night, when her husband saw Natsuko's shy expression, he said, "You're so cute," while stroking her breasts.
Soon, his hand, which had been gently caressing her breasts, slowly moved down. Natsuko's heart pounded, and she squeezed her legs tightly shut, her trembling hands covering her crotch.
Her husband gently pulled Natsuko's hands away, gazing at her triangular mons pubis with burning eyes, and then spread her legs apart.
He looked at Natsuko's vulva with moved and excited eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "So alluring," before pressing his lips to her vulva.
How could she possibly tell others about that kind of emotion, that private matter between husband and wife?
"Can't you talk about it?" Shirai sneered, selecting the largest crab from the pubic hair and threatening to pinch the other nipple.
"Ah, even that kind of thing?" Natsuko was about to say, but Shirai had already pressed the crab against her pubic hair, rubbing it against the crab, and raised the scissors above her head, swinging them to start stabbing. The crab felt a thrill of pleasure, but its actions intimidated Natsuko.
"I...I'm scared! It hurts!" Shirai tried to remove the crab and then hold it in front of Natsuko to scare her even more.
However, the crab used the scissors to tightly clamp the curly pubic hair, refusing to let go no matter how hard she pulled.
"You wretched thing!" Shirai angrily pulled hard, and the scissors split from the root, hanging from the pubic hair.
"Ouch!" Natsuko cried out in pain, finally bursting into tears when she saw the red scissors hanging from her pubic hair.
"Hey, that's wonderful. This is a decorative piece for the crab scissors; it looks beautiful here." After saying that, Shirai twisted the other scissors off the root and threw it on the ground. Then, he actually forced a live crab into her vagina.
The vaginal opening was already wet, and he shoved the live crab deep inside.
The crab's legs struggled desperately, scraping against the soft mucous membrane, which was a big problem for the crab. Its biggest enemy was Shirai's fingers.
The crab probably thought it was entering a nest and desperately tried to burrow deeper. When it encountered the cervix, it tried to stick its legs inside.
This stimulation made it hard for Natsuko to breathe. A feeling of fear and pleasure rushed from her lower body to the top of her head. She thrashed her bound body and shook her head in pain.
"Ah!" she screamed, a sound that was hard to tell whether it was a cry of sorrow or a delicate scream. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
She didn't know how long she was unconscious, maybe a minute or two, not a very long time.
When she regained consciousness, she heard a creaking sound from under her feet. Her body was still bound, and the scissors on her nipples and pubic hair were still there.
Natsuko struggled to lift her upper body.
Shirai had already taken away the alcohol lamp and beaker, and sat cross-legged at Natsuko's feet. The sizzling sound she'd heard earlier was Shirai eating fried crab.
Natsuko recalled the events before she fainted.
Was the crab still inside? She couldn't bear it any longer; she had to escape this madman's clutches.
Just as she thought this, a strong pleasure surged from Natsuko's back to the top of her head.
The crab was still inside, and not just one; it seemed like about three had been forcibly inserted, but she felt no pain, only pleasure.
"Ah..." Natsuko let out a lewd sound, despite goosebumps all over her body.
"Hey, even a noble lady like you makes sounds like this when you're sexy." Talking to the madman was useless; Natsuko only gave him a sharp look, remaining silent, her lips tightly pressed together, determined never to make another lewd sound.
But the crab continued to wriggle inside. Her vaginal walls and cervix were agitated by the crab. The crab might mistake this for its nest and try to burrow deeper.
"Won't it be inserting scissors into my vagina? Won't that damage my uterus?"
Anxiety and fear intensified. Natsuko tightened her lower abdomen, constricting her vaginal walls, and the crab immediately began to writhe like an eel anticipating an earthquake.
An unbearable pleasure radiated from her uterus throughout her body, making her want to let out a wanton moan. Natsuko bit her lower lip.
Shirai probably already noticed this.
"You're awake now, let's talk about what happened earlier. Because you wouldn't tell the truth, it turned out like this. What did you say when you looked at my vulva?" Shirai asked with a sinister smile.
"I said I'd be unafraid to say it, so hurry up and take the crab out!" "Hey, don't worry, it'll come out even if I don't take it out. Hey, this is a beautiful sight. The world is big, but it's rare to see a crab crawling out of a vulva." The crab, with the scissors removed, crawled out of the vulva. First, its tiny legs emerged from the opening of the vagina. Once all four legs were out, the crab's body pushed open the labia and crawled out. One after another, they crawled out of the opening. "Tell me quickly, ma'am!" "There are more inside." When Shirai urged her to describe the scene of their wedding night, Natsuko twisted her buttocks in distress, indicating that there were still crabs inside.
"I know, because I put it in. Now hurry up and tell me, what did Mr. Milk say? Did he say it was beautiful, cute? Seeing this lustful vulva, did he excitedly say he wanted to lick it?" "Ah..." Natsuko let out a sweet moan again. The crab wriggling in her vagina, the lewd behavior caused by the words that evoked shame, the memories of her wedding night, the crab's hand stroking her crotch—everything brought Natsuko intense stimulation. Ah,
no matter how cruel it is to me, I can't resist anymore. Forced to say shameful words, her vulva was being played with at will by him. But it definitely didn't stop there. Her body would probably be played with at will by this perverted teacher. The more this happened, the redder Natsuko's cheeks became, and her lower body couldn't help but itch.
Ah, why am I being humiliated like this? Why am I still feeling pleasure? At this moment, Natsuko wondered if she really had a masochistic constitution.
"Quickly tell me what your husband said?" Shirai's fingers moved faster, pinching her clitoris the size of a red bean while pressing her for an answer.
"Hmm, he said it was very attractive." "Hey, he said it was attractive? Seeing this vulva with so much hair, he said it was attractive? Hey, your husband is a lecherous man, a very vulgar guy. And then, did he want to lick it here?" "No, I didn't do that kind of thing." "What a joke! Seeing such a beautiful woman's vulva, what man wouldn't lick it? Since he said it was attractive, he would definitely want to lick it. He licked your vulva here, right? He used his fingers to separate your labia, smelled it first, and then licked it with his tongue, right?" "Ah, I can't say, please spare me!" "If you can't say it, it means you licked it, right? What did you feel when you licked it?" "I've already forgotten." "Don't lie! Even now, I still lick it often." Hearing Natsuko's words, Shirai seemed to get excited as well, his fingers twisting inside the wet vulva.
In the quiet science classroom, the squeaking sounds of lust echoed, and Shirai's penis quickly became hard and erect.
"It hurts." "Is there any bleeding?" "Yes." "You say it hurts, where does it hurt?" Shirai inserted his second finger into her vagina, talking to her while enjoying the wet, sticky sensation inside.
"I don't know where." "The vagina isn't fully open yet. Is there still flesh in this area? Even a finger can fit in. When your husband inserted his penis, did you cry out in pain and pleasure?" Shirai's fingers gripped the crab, and the crab's legs struggled desperately, stimulating the vaginal mucosa.
"Ahhh!" The intense pleasure made Natsuko involuntarily twist her buttocks.
Moreover, this perverted teacher was only using lewd language. Natsuko had never heard anyone say such things before. Her husband was also very gentlemanly during intercourse and had never said anything obscene.
"It's easy to get in here now. It's such a helpless situation that my husband has penetrated me hundreds of times, and I've even had a child," Shirai continued to utter lewd words, while taking out a crab from her vagina and showing it to Natsuko. Then, he actually threw the crab, which was covered in honey, into his mouth and chewed it up.
"Ahhh," Natsuko couldn't help but scream at his perverted behavior.
Shirai then inserted two fingers into her vagina and twisted them repeatedly. His fingertips rubbed against her cervix.
"It hurts, but it's good, isn't it? Everyone feels this way the first time. As you get used to it, it gets more and more comfortable. Pain and fear are unconsciously replaced by pleasure." Shirai said presumptuously, "Then, let me help you remember. Is this what it feels like?" Shirai's fingers slid from her clitoris to her labia. His movements were like licking her there with his tongue.
"Ahhh," "Hmm, such full labia. Back then, you weren't developed like this, were you?" "Ah, don't do that." "How is it? Do you remember how it felt back then?" "Ah." "Yes, that's it. Remember now, ma'am! Tell me, what did it feel like when I licked your vulva?" "It felt so good there." Shirai stroked her mature labia while parting them to the left and right, inserting his fingers into her vagina
, enjoying the wetness. Natsuko stretched out her long legs and lewdly twisted her buttocks. "No, you still have to say it lewdly, ma'am, when Natsuko's vulva was licked, it felt so good." Shirai inserted his index finger into her vagina, using his fingertip to scare away a crab left inside.
His finger chased the crab and inserted it to the root.
The crab escaped to the deepest part. In this abnormal state, Natsuko could still feel that her vagina had become wet and sticky.
Why was she still wet inside after being tortured like this! It seemed that only Natsuko was a masochist.
Ah, I absolutely cannot feel pleasure. But what should she do? She suddenly felt like saying lewd things. Before, she would close her eyes when she saw dirty words in the toilet. But now, saying something as bold as "Ah, it feels so good when Natsuko's vulva is licked," felt like a fire burning inside her, a strong itching sensation in her lower body. Her heart raced, and she had difficulty breathing.
"Ah, is your breast wet? That's great, you really are a masochist. Besides, what does it feel like to lose your virginity?" Natsuko let Shirai's fingers move inside her vagina. Hearing Shirai's words, she felt tense. What
was he talking about? It didn't seem to be about losing virginity. Was this perverted teacher talking about sadism and masochism? Natsuko saw the scissors still clamped on her nipples, and she still felt pain. She really didn't want to be tortured by a sadist again.
But then, at that moment, she felt pain in her mons pubis, and her body arched backward forcefully.
Chapter Three: Incest—The Law of Immorality. Natsuko continued to recount the scene of their wedding night, and Shirai began to pluck the pubic hair on her mons pubis.
And she was plucking each hair one by one. She used her left thumb and forefinger skillfully, while her right middle and forefinger continued to twist inside her vagina.
Each time she plucked a pubic hair, Natsuko felt intense pain, involuntarily lifting her buttocks. The shame of plucking her pubic hair tormented her.
Oh, what should she do? Should she pluck them all out? If there was no hair left, how could she explain it to her husband?
Shirai's behavior was absolutely unforgivable, but she absolutely couldn't let anyone else know, nor could she let her husband know she had suffered such humiliation. But if this perverted teacher saw Natsuko crying and begging, he would surely be pleased and do something even more horrific.
Oh, what should she say to stop him? Anyway, she had to find a way to stop him no matter what.
"Please," Natsuko said with a gentle, comforting kiss, "Don't pluck the pubic hair anymore. If it's gone, my husband will ask me what happened, and what will I say? I've decided not to tell anyone about today's events, but if the pubic hair is gone, it'll be different. You don't want to become a criminal, do you?" "Does breastfeeding still hurt after a few times?" Shirai didn't take Natsuko's words seriously and continued talking about married life and the situation after losing her virginity. "Looks like it's useless. This man is too abnormal, what should I do?
" "How long does breastfeeding hurt?" Shirai still pressed on.
"Just in the beginning." Disappointment made Natsuko's kiss weak. Answering the lewd questions no longer mattered; what was important was stopping him from plucking the pubic hair. Going against his wishes and letting him pluck it frantically would have serious consequences.
"That's right. It slowly turns into pleasure, and you feel comfortable, right? Pleasure is a very interesting thing; it's the opposite of pain or shame. This kind of plucking will quickly turn into a comfortable feeling." Shirai said, plucking the pubic hair above the triangle again. Even when Natsuko answered the question, he didn't stop plucking. Moreover, he started plucking three or four hairs at a time, and then scattered the curly hairs on Shirai's lower abdomen.
"Don't do that, really, I'm really not a masochist." "Hey, you only know after you've done that kind of thing, and you've been abused all along, isn't your vagina wet?" "This..." Shirai forcefully rotated the two fingers inserted into the vagina, and then made a violent piston-like motion.
Natsuko immediately heard a squelching, lewd sound. Due to the intense pleasure, the vaginal opening naturally clenched, and Natsuko could no longer answer.
"Your vagina is so lewd; it's not even been done much, and it's already flowing with so much vaginal fluid." Shirai rubbed the cervix with his fingertips, and then plucked three more pubic hairs.
"You're only this wet? You must be even wetter when you're having sex with your husband. By the way, are the sheets stained with your juices? What positions do you always use? I forgot to ask that. What position do you find most comfortable every day?" "Not every night, and it's not very wet." "Don't lie, ma'am." Shirai angrily plucked out seven or eight hairs in a row.
Natsuko hurriedly tried to persuade him one last time.
"Ah, is this what you call a teacher? I'm not saying anything anymore, it's useless anyway. I'll only do what I want to do, okay, pluck your hair if you want. With that kind of result, even if I don't call the police, my husband won't stay silent. Just you wait and see, when this is made public, when you become a promiscuous teacher, when you become the topic of all the major media outlets, your parents will be very heartbroken." Natsuko mustered up the courage to say it all in one breath, these words might just cost her her life. Killing a woman after arousing her body is a common pattern for abnormal sex offenders.
However, Natsuko's desperate persuasion had no effect on Shirai. However, the last sentence, "Your parents will be heartbroken," still moved Shirai somewhat.
"Mom?" "Yes, you may not care, but your mother will be ashamed to face anyone." Natsuko recalled the scene of her mother desperately trying to persuade the suspect who had locked the hostage in the room.
"Hey, my mom," Natsuko couldn't understand Shirai's reaction; she was indeed very sensitive to her mother's words. But it didn't have the effect Natsuko had expected.
Shirai's right cheek began to twitch slightly again, as if it were itchy, and he twisted his upper body.
His semi-erect penis swayed like a fish on a hook. Clear fluid oozed from the tip of his glans.
"What will Mom think? No matter how elegant a woman pretends, she's promiscuous once she takes off her mask." "Ouch!" Shirai frantically plucked Natsuko's pubic hair, then spoke of his relationship with his mother as if to himself. It was
an August afternoon, a sweltering afternoon that almost evaporated the entire city.
There wasn't a breath of wind, and the cherry blossoms planted around the campus drooped listlessly. Only the water in the swimming pool that had just been used rippled slightly. The water glistened in the sunlight.
A dragonfly seemed to appear out of nowhere, briefly touching the surface before flying away.
Two boys squatted in the shade by the pool wall, their hair wet, towels draped around their necks, their bodies tanned dark – clearly students of the middle school swimming club.
"She's quite cute. Do you really know and love this person?" "Yes, she goes to a private middle school, but we were together in elementary school, and we've been dating for two years." "So, have you done it yet?" "Not yet, but we're planning to have sex during the summer vacation." "Right, if you like each other, do it quickly, it's so wonderful." "Wonderful? Have you already done it?" "Yeah, recently." "What kind of woman? Is she the woman in the photo you brought today?" "Yes!" "Show it to me quickly." "Don't worry, I'll show it to you right away, but first dry your hair, it's dripping wet." One of the boys said, carefully taking out a photo.
"Oh, that's amazing, wearing a swimsuit. When was this taken?" "Last year." "You had such big breasts in your first year of middle school? Like an adult, quite sexy. Spread your plump thighs and insert your penis?" "Have you ever touched these breasts?" "You little rascal, don't get this excited seeing my woman." They were showing each other pictures of their girlfriends, their faces covered in acne, full of curiosity about sex.
"Isn't Shirai coming to actually bring the photos?" "Probably not. We'll laugh at him when he gets here." "Hey, Shirai really came!" "I can't believe it. How could that guy have a girlfriend? He's just a serious, quiet guy." The person who came was Shirai Keisuke.
He was very thin and had a neurotic look. Although Keisuke wasn't a member of the swimming club, he was a classmate of the two boys.
"Did you really bring the photos?" "We're looking at each other's photos." "Oh, you brought them." Keisuke stood still.
"That's amazing. He brought them. Well then, show us ours. Come here." Keisuke squatted between the two classmates, looking at the photos in their hands.
"Oh, both of yours are pretty good." "What do you mean 'pretty good'? You're really exaggerating. Is your girlfriend a beauty?" "That's not what I meant." Although Keisuke said this, he was filled with superiority. He was ready to surprise his classmates who usually looked down on him today.
"This is mine." Keisuke took out the photo from his travel bag and handed it to his classmate.
Both of them were dumbfounded, because the girl in the photo was simply too beautiful. They could only stare at each other, speechless.
The girl wore a sailor-style uniform, her eyebrows were beautifully drawn, her eyes were gentle, her clearly defined double eyelids were captivating, her white teeth peeked out from her lovely lips, her face was long and slender, and she looked very mature, giving off a fresh and refined feeling like a daffodil.
"Is this really Shirai's girlfriend?" "Is it your unrequited love?" The two classmates looked at Keisuke with suspicion.
"She has told me she loves me many times." Keisuke took the opportunity to retaliate against their usual contempt.
"Still don't believe it?" "It's true, we've already kissed." Keisuke said, his face turning red, his heart starting to pound.
The classmates looked at the girl in the photo with envy again.
The envy in their hearts turned into insidious jealousy, wanting to use foul language to slander this pure girl.
"Have you already had sex?" "Not yet." Keisuke panicked. Just thinking about having sex with her filled him with guilt, and he felt his blood running cold.
"Hmph! You're too cowardly. You definitely can't do it. But women like this are promiscuous. You'd better hurry up and have sex with her. Otherwise, other men will take her away." "She's not a promiscuous woman." "No, her appearance is definitely promiscuous. Entertainment idols are the best example. They look innocent, but they spend every night with different men. I heard that around sixteen, their vaginas become loose." "Yes, I've heard that too. Maybe this woman isn't a virgin anymore." "I'm leaving. I'm breaking up with you all!" Keisuke's face turned red with anger. Keisuke was
usually taciturn and practically invisible. He had been bullied since elementary school, and this was the first time he had acted so impulsively towards his classmates. He turned and left with a trembling gun behind him. He
was supposed to go to his cram school from 2 PM to 6 PM, but he had no interest in it. The words "promiscuous" and "loose" kept replaying in his mind.
Unconsciously, he headed home.
He unlocked the door and went inside. Closing the door, he wasn't as energetic as usual, reflecting his low spirits. He closed the imitation door softly, without making a sound.
As he took off his shoes, he noticed his mother, Eriko, was already home. He saw white high heels and a man's black leather shoes nearby, indicating a guest had arrived.
Keisuke's family was a single-parent household. His father had died in a car accident when he was six. Fortunately, his mother was a working woman, so they weren't struggling financially. She was also quite young, having married and given birth to Keisuke during her student years; she was only thirty-four.
His mother had long hair and was not only beautiful but also slender, appearing sexy and charming to Keisuke.
As he took off his shoes, a bad feeling washed over him. His mother would find out he hadn't gone to his cram school. He prepared to sneak into his room on the second floor.
He stopped after taking the first or second step.
"Ahhh," a strange sound came from the second floor, coming from his mother's bedroom.
Keisuke felt as if he had been struck on the back of the head with an iron rod. He immediately knew what had happened in his mother's bedroom. His mother must have taken advantage of his afternoon tutoring class to bring a man home.
"Ugh," seemingly affected by the annoying groan, Keisuke quietly made his way up the stairs. He entered his room next to his mother's and gently placed his travel bag on the desk.
Then, he carefully opened the French windows of the balcony, which led directly to his mother's bedroom. As if drawn by something, Keisuke went to the French windows of his mother's bedroom and peered inside.
The air conditioning was probably on; not only were the French windows closed, but the curtains were also drawn. However, there was a gap in the middle of the pink curtains, and Keisuke pressed his face against the glass to look inside.
He saw a double bed. Although the bedroom lights were off, the strong summer sunlight clearly showed the scene inside. Keisuke's gaze was immediately drawn to the naked body on the bed. He felt a pang of grief, as if his heart was about to explode. The clearer he saw inside, the more his body felt bound and unable to move.
Ah, the mother and the man were kissing passionately, their bodies intertwined like wild beasts. Keisuke stared wide-eyed at the man and woman on the bed.
The mother was on top of the naked man, kissing him. He saw her snow-white back, her buttocks forming a dark shadow like a peach. He could vaguely see the secret garden on his penis.
Soon after, the mother made the man lie on his back, then she assumed a doggy-style position, flipped over, and grasped the man's erect penis with both hands. Then, she took the dark red glans into her mouth.
The man's hand reached towards the mother's buttocks, stroking her secret garden with his fingers.
Ah, the mother's vulva was being played with by the man's dirty fingers. From Keisuke's position, he couldn't see the man's fingers, only the mother's naked body writhing her snow-white buttocks in response to his fingers.
The man's fingers began to move up and down forcefully. At this moment, the mother's back arched, her long hair cascading down her white back. She tucked the loose hair behind her ears and continued sucking the seemingly delicious penis.
Keisuke's mind replayed the lewd words his classmate had just uttered.
A moment later, his mother spat out the penis, then changed position, straddling the man's naked body and embracing him even tighter than before, their passionate kisses a madcap, their tongues entwined.
Soon, their bodies shifted, the man now on top of his mother.
He gripped his penis, the head pressing against her vulva, rotating and moving it.
His mother, devoid of shame, gasped for breath, clinging tightly to the man's body.
The man's penis entered his mother's vagina, and then his lower body began to move in a piston-like motion.
His mother's white thighs swayed slightly with the man's movements, likely from intense arousal, shaking her head vigorously from side to side.
"No!" "Eriko, where is it good?" "Ah, don't be so ashamed!" "You have to say it, or I'll pull it out." The man wanted his mother to utter lewd words.
Tears streamed down Keisuke's face.
His mother probably never imagined her son was watching from the window. Breathing heavily, she disregarded shame, writhing her hips in rhythm with the man's movements, seeking greater pleasure.
"Ah, oh, my vagina feels so good, it's melting!" Keisuke almost bit his lip.
His beloved mother was pinned down by a strange man, his penis still inside her, and these lewd words came from her noble lips, revealing her wanton pleasure.
The man's movements became faster. His mother's legs clamped around his buttocks, letting out a beast-like roar, finally reaching orgasm.
Keisuke returned to his room, utterly disoriented.
He squeezed his eyes shut, but the scene he had just witnessed remained etched in his mind, impossible to erase.
He picked up his travel bag from the desk and quietly left home. It was out of consideration for his mother, and also out of his own unvented anger.
He wandered aimlessly.
His mother was, after all, a woman, and still young. As he walked, he kept thinking, trying to forgive her actions.
But the words of his classmates about her promiscuous, loose body being taken by other men echoed in his ears, along with his mother's words, "My vagina is melting," and in his mind, he saw a man's penis inserted into her wet vagina, her beautiful body making sweet, wanton sounds.
Soon after, he arrived at the park where he used to play as a child, a small park with only whips, slides, seesaws, and pits.
The park was deserted.
He walked into the park and sat on a bench.
He opened his travel bag and took out the photos he had been showing off to his classmates.
"Mom is so awful," he muttered, tearing the photos to shreds. The lover in the photos was his mother's beautiful figure in her youth.
Keisuke returned home at his usual time from his cram school.
The man was gone. The aroma of stir-fried dishes wafted from the kitchen. Mom was humming a song, preparing dinner.
She seemed happy, and Keisuke, knowing the reason for her joy, felt his heart pounding with anguish.
Covered in sweat, he immediately went to shower, saying he didn't want to eat dinner and hiding in his room. He couldn't bear to face his mother. When she came to check on him, worried, he shooed her away with unusual harshness.
His mother's alluring image was indelibly etched in his mind—the image of her vagina being penetrated by a man's penis, her lewd voice saying it was melting—that voice still echoed in his ears.
Damn it, who was that man? Calling his mother's name so passionately! Absolutely not, because Mom is mine alone.
"Mom's vagina," Keisuke muttered to himself as he stood up, shortly after his mother went into the bedroom.
Keisuke changed into his pajamas and stood in front of his mother's bedroom.
"Is Mom asleep?" "Just about to sleep. Is something wrong?" Keisuke, confirming his mother was still awake, pushed open the door.
"Can I lie in Mom's bed for a bit?" "Oh, you're already so big..." Eriko said, pulling off the blanket covering her, guessing in her mind that she probably had a fight with her classmates during the day.
The bedside lamp was on, making the room a little dim, except for the white pajamas her mother wore, which made Keisuke feel dazzling. Keisuke got into bed and lay down close to his mother.
"Did you fight with your classmates at school?" Keisuke shook his head, resting his face on his mother's shoulder. Seeing his mother's face, he almost cried.
He smelled the fresh scent of her shampooed hair, the scent of a mature woman.
Keisuke gently placed his hand on his mother's breasts, caressing her full breasts.
Eriko was a little nervous about this. Although they were mother and son, her son was already fourteen years old.
"Don't do this, you're all grown up now, you can't do this kind of thing." "No, I can't give Mom to another man, Mom will always be mine!" When his mother stopped him, Keisuke started to rub her breasts like a spoiled child.
Eriko immediately realized that her mother had seen what happened during the day, and a chill ran down her spine.
Just as her mother was confused, Keisuke unbuttoned his pajamas and placed his hand directly on her breast.
"This breast is mine alone too." The breast was firm and soft.
"Keisuke, you can't!" Keisuke continued to unbutton her pajamas, his hand moving downwards.
Although she thought she should stop him, considering the imbalance that Keisuke would feel after seeing her mother's behavior, she didn't feel comfortable forcibly stopping him.
While Eriko was confused, Keisuke embraced her body, pressed his face against her breast, took her nipple into his mouth, and at the same time slipped his hand into her panties to stroke her pubic hair.
"Ah, Keisuke." At this moment, Keisuke had to back away.
"Ah ah," Keisuke groaned, continuing to pursue his mother's genitals.
"Disobedient child," Eriko murmured to herself, thinking about her own son touching her vulva, for some reason, she felt an abnormal excitement throughout her body. She couldn't do this, it was immoral. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, far exceeding the feeling when she embraced that man.
Why? Why is this happening? "No, no, I can't do this!" her heart screamed, yet her body wouldn't obey, instead writhing in a wanton itch, her vulva overflowing with honey-like fluid.
The hand that had been cautiously stroking her pubic hair on her mons pubis finally found its way into her vulva, slipping inside.
"No!" the mother cried, clamping her legs together, refusing her son's intrusion. But! Her son, his right hand holding her nipple in his mouth, pulled her head closer.
"I'm bullied at school, I have no friends. Only Mom loves me, but now she sees me as unwanted." "Mom would never do that." "But I saw it this afternoon, Mom hugging a man I don't know." Keisuke began to cry, while simultaneously trying to insert his fingers into her vulva.
"If Mom is lonely, I'll comfort her." Her son's words triggered Eriko's maternal instincts, and her rationality crumbled in that instant.
"Keisuke, I'm sorry," Eriko said, spreading her legs as if her son's hand were entering her garden.
Keisuke's fingers found the clitoris, pulled back the foreskin, revealing a small, red bean-sized bud, and began to rub it with the pad of his middle finger. "Is this Mommy's clitoris?" "Ah, yes, Keisuke, your fingers are really good at this." "I want to see! Can I see?" "What do you want to see?" "The place I'm touching with my fingers right now." "Ah, this..." "I absolutely cannot let that man take my mother away!" After saying this, Keisuke moved his body towards his mother's lower abdomen.
All the buttons on her pajamas were unbuttoned. He slowly pulled down her panties.
Eriko also raised her buttocks to match her son's movements. She was still thinking to herself, Keisuke's request was indeed incestuous, but she had no choice but to agree. Right now, only she could comfort this child. This thought dominated Eriko's heart.
After Keisuke took off his purple panties, he stared at his mother's crotch with burning eyes.
The slightly raised mons pubis, where the pubic hair was not completely curled, forming a beautiful inverted triangle.
Seeing the pink clitoris peeking out from under the foreskin, the bright red labia closing the vaginal opening, and a few short pubic hairs growing on the full labia majora.
This is a woman, I was born from this fleshy opening, and of course, this is my first time seeing a woman's vulva. When I was in elementary school, we would occasionally bathe together, but I never really looked closely at my mother's vulva then. Lately, I often fantasize about my mother's body and masturbate while sleeping, but I can't imagine what's inside this fleshy opening.
For a boy, observing female genitalia so closely is comparable to losing his virginity.
"Ah, don't keep looking like that." "This soft flesh, it feels so good to touch." Although hesitant, Keisuke still pinched the labia with his fingers to check what it felt like. A soft, erotic sensation traveled from his fingers straight to his brain.
He found the clitoris again, which was now swollen and glowing pink.
When he rubbed it with his fingers, his mother let out a sweet moan, arching her back.
This is my mother's vulva, so beautiful, so alluring, I absolutely cannot let other men play with it.
Thinking of this, Keisuke's penis began to erect. Parting her labia, seeing the bright red vulva, Keisuke's groin itched unbearably.
"Mommy, lick my penis, I'll lick it for Mommy!" Desperately suppressing the urge to thrust in immediately, Keisuke quickly stripped off his clothes and, having learned it from somewhere, adopted the 96 position.
"No, I can't!" Eriko had originally intended to agree to Keisuke's request, but she was still terrified by this position; she never dreamed Keisuke would request it.
Eriko tried to turn her face away from her son's erect penis, which was presented to her, but her eyes were still drawn to it. The phimotic, white penis stood erect, its hardness resembling a man's, forming a sharp angle.
Eriko gazed intently at her son's penis. It had been a long time since she had seen Keisuke's penis, and this was the first time she had seen it erect. A mother's emotions surged.
"Ah, Keisuke, when did you become like this?" Eriko, seeing her son's development, felt a mother's responsibility to expose his glans.
At this moment, the mother had already pressed her face against her thighs, rubbing her clitoris with her lips.
"Ah," Eriko let out a moan unbecoming of a mother, simultaneously grasping her son's penis and slowly rubbing the head, beginning to peel back the skin.
With a little force on her fingers, she pulled down towards the base, exposing the tip of the glans. A surge of excitement coursed through her body. Keisuke knew what was about to happen and stopped attacking the clitoris. Eriko felt even more strongly that exposing her son's glans was a mother's duty, and without hesitation, she peeled off a thin layer of skin.
"It hurts!" "Keisuke! You have to bear it!" "Ugh!" Perhaps to bear the pain, Keisuke pressed his lips to his mother's vulva again.
Finally, the vulva was completely opened, and Keisuke sucked hard on her clitoris. When he used the tip of his tongue to push open the petals, his mother twisted her lower body in pain.
"Ah, this!" Encouraged by his mother's lewd moans, Keisuke inserted his fingers into her vagina, not just one, but his index and middle fingers at the same time.
The vagina was wet and slippery, and his fingers quickly went in to the base. Keisuke enjoyed the pleasure of the contraction of the folds of flesh from his fingers.
"Ah ah!" Eriko's thighs spasmed involuntarily when her cervix was rubbed. At the same time, she put her son's glans into her mouth, then sucked it in halfway, and began to gently rub it with her lips, licking the glans that had just come out with the tip of her tongue.
"Ah!" The pleasure he experienced for the first time made Keisuke's mind go blank, but he still knew he couldn't ejaculate immediately, so he stirred his fingers in his mother's vagina even harder.
Her fingertips touched the uterus, hidden deep inside.
"Ah, that's the entrance to the uterus," Eriko told her son, explaining that it was the mysterious entrance and exit for childbirth.
Keisuke tried to insert his index and middle fingers into the uterus, but it was slippery and he couldn't hold on.
"Okay, do it like this," Eriko instructed, then inserted the head of her son's penis into his mouth, rubbing the glans with her lips, or spitting out the glans and stimulating the urethra with her tongue
. At that moment, Keisuke's buttocks twitched. After experiencing this pleasure for the first time, Keisuke twisted his buttocks, demanding more licking. She pulled her fingers out of the vagina and inserted her tongue into the vagina, beginning to thrust. Her index
finger, coated in nectar, pressed against the center of his anus. She didn't have prior knowledge of the anus, but seeing the peristaltic anus behind the vaginal opening, she naturally took this action. Her finger easily slipped into the anus.
However, Keisuke could only go so far. Despite his masturbation training, he was still a virgin in his second year of middle school, and his endurance quickly reached its limit when faced with his mother's oral sex skills. Keisuke felt he couldn't ejaculate at this moment, so he quickly changed positions, pressing down on his mother and adopting a normal position.
"Mother, I love you," he said, hugging his mother's body tightly, and his mother hugged him back tightly.
"It's better to come here every day to comfort your mother than to let another man take you away." "Keisuke," Eriko called her son's name, raising her long legs and guiding his erect penis into her wet vagina.
The glans went in with a soft "plop," finally giving rise to the guilt of incest, making Eriko's body tremble.
Now that mother and son were doing something they should never do, she was excited.
It was inserted to the root.
The pubic hair rubbed against each other, making obscene sounds.
Keisuke began to slowly insert, without panicking, fully enjoying the touch of the mucous membrane.
The glans touched the cervix.
"Ah, good, Keisuke, you're doing it well," his mother said, twisting her hips to guide her son.
Every time his glans rubbed against the cervix, he felt an electric-like pleasure in his lower body.
Keisuke, driven by instinct, increased the speed of his thrusts; ejaculation was only a matter of time.
"Ah, ah, good!" Eriko hugged her son's buttocks, shaking her head violently to enjoy the pleasure.
"Where is it good? Tell me, Mom!" "No, you can't let Mom say such shameless things." "No! You must tell me!" "But Mom can't say those things to you." "No! You must say it. Didn't I tell that man this afternoon?" Keisuke began thrusting violently, rubbing against the vaginal folds and pounding against the cervix.
"Ah, good!" "Mom, tell me where is it good, I'm about to cum!" "Ah, Keisuke; you're such a bad boy, making Mom say those things!" "Mom is beautiful. Mom's sexy expression is so beautiful, so hurry up and come, I want to hear beautiful Mom say 'vagina'!" "Ah, it's 'vagina'!" "Say it again!" Keisuke no longer cared about ejaculating, frantically performing piston-like movements.
"Okay, not yet, not yet, let me ejaculate so my vagina feels even better." "Oh!" Keisuke twisted his hips recklessly, his penis fully inserted, the glans violently pounding against the cervix.
"Ah, okay, my vagina is melting!" Eriko frowned, letting out a wanton scream.
"Ugh!" Keisuke also ejaculated hot semen at the same time.
His mother closed her eyes in satisfaction, stroking Keisuke's head continuously.
But after ejaculating, Keisuke suddenly felt empty.
He knew that his mother was just a woman. Just like after every time he masturbated and ejaculated, he felt exhausted and powerless.
"Keisuke; you really did it well, and I really came." He felt that his mother's voice came from a distant place, and Keisuke was speechless, only feeling very sad, and tears involuntarily streamed down his face.
"From now on, when you're lonely, do this." His mother hugged Keisuke tightly again.
For some reason, Keisuke felt powerless, his face resting on his full breasts.
"I want to go back to my mother's womb." After saying that, he began to sob.
Chapter Four: Observation and Experiment of Seductive Demeanor "From then on, I had sex with Mom about twice a week," Eriko said, continuing to pluck Natsuko's pubic hair. About half of it was gone, revealing pale, bluish skin.
Natsuko's pubic hair, neither sparse nor thick to begin with, had become the mons pubis of a middle school girl just beginning to grow. This emphasis on the mons pubis's rise and fall made it look sexy, leaving a few red spots that added to its pitiful appearance.
Of course, Shirai didn't forget to stimulate her vagina with her right index and middle fingers. Each time her fingers rubbed the upper part of the vaginal folds in and out, the mons pubis rose and fell, a truly lewd sight.
Shirai's story surprised Natsuko; she would describe the scenes of intercourse in detail, and Natsuko listened intently. At this moment, the friction of her fingers inside her vagina increased, making her feel an itch in her uterus. She thought she didn't want it, but couldn't help but let out sexy moans.
Moreover, Natsuko also has a son who is in middle school. The thought of her son raping her and having to say lewd things fills her with excitement and guilt. She
wonders what she would feel if she heard her son say, "Mom's vagina is so good." No matter what he asks, he would never say, "My vagina feels so good it's melting." Without realizing it, Natsuko had already placed herself in the position of Shirai's mother. Thinking of her son like this, overlapping herself with Shirai's mother, and fantasizing about things that should never happen, she was so excited that her heart was racing.
"You're sexier than my mom. Your son is in middle school now. Has he asked you for sex?" "No, nothing like that." As if seeing through her thoughts, Natsuko blushed and denied it vehemently for her and her son's reputation. "Really? I don't believe you. Then when was the last time you took a bath with him?" Once Shirai asked a question, he would get to the bottom of it, first setting his own expectations and then asking until he got a satisfactory answer.
"That was a long time ago," Natsuko replied ambiguously. But the scene from that day flashed through her mind.
It was when her son, Junichi, was in fifth grade. While washing his genitals, his penis, only the size of a little finger, became erect. From then on, she never bathed with her son again.
Natsuko tried her best not to think about that time, but it was true that Junichi was staring at his mother's crotch. Now that she thought about it, it must have been the stimulation of washing his penis and his mother's naked body that caused his erection.
The thought was terrifying.
An erection indicates readiness for intercourse. Seeing his mother's naked body and wanting to have intercourse was the reason for his erection. It was not impossible that a mother-son relationship like what happened to Shirai Keisuke could have occurred.
"My mother is forty-three years old, but she's still beautiful and young, with the same curves in her body and smooth skin. I'm twenty-three, and I still bathe with her." "So your relationship with your mother is still..." "Of course, my mother hasn't remarried, and it's impossible for a man and woman who wash each other's penises and genitals in the bathroom not to have sex. We've been having sex about once a week lately." Shirai's penis remained erect while talking about his mother, and clear fluid was even leaking from his urethra.
Has this man never had sex with any other woman besides his mother? Is he suffering from an abnormal Oedipus complex, which eventually turned into a sexual pervert? "Actually, any innocent woman would think that having sex only with her husband all her life is meaningless." "No! I wouldn't think that way," Natsuko said, feeling that what was bound to happen had finally arrived. Ever since waking up from her coma and finding herself naked and bound, she knew she would be raped. Even now, facing this moment, she still tenses up and her whole body stiffens.
"You're lying. Knowing only the taste of one penis wouldn't be enough to endure it, because every man's length, girth, and technique are different. Just thinking about the different sensations of having sex with other men would surely make you want to try it." "My husband alone can satisfy me. Besides, I'm not very interested in sex, and I've never thought about other men." "You can have sex with your son. You're mother and son, so it's not considered adultery, right?" She thought she was being raped, but Shirai was talking nonsense. Having sex with one's son is incest, and in society, adultery is somewhat forgivable.
"Some people in society think it's abnormal, something beasts do, but once you become like that, you can love each other more passionately than outsiders. In fact, the intercourse between men and women, no matter what kind of combination, is the behavior of wild animals. Since that's the case, the love between a mother and son is the most reassuring combination." "Don't say such obscene things. Don't lump you perverted mother and son together with us." "You call me a perverted mother and son?" Shirai pulled his fingers out of Natsuko's vagina, his eyes revealing a sadistic glint, veins bulging on his temples, his cheeks twitching, and he forcefully pulled out all five pubic hairs at once.
"It hurts!" "What's wrong with plucking a few pubic hairs? What's wrong with a mother and son loving each other? Why is it perverted? You love your son too, right? I will never forgive anyone who speaks ill of my mother." "I'm sorry, but anyone would consider incest abnormal. It's the same as the spiritual love between mother and son." "No! As long as there is love, the body should also be united. You and your husband are united because you love each other. The body and the spirit are the same. A mother and son without intercourse is like coffee without sugar, or sashimi without wasabi. The son's bloodline is connected to his father's, and also to his mother's. So isn't sexual intercourse between husband and wife also incest?" Perhaps due to excessive excitement, her words were no longer coherent. What was frightening was that Shirai was rummaging through the bag he had brought.
Natsuko looked at the bag with fear in her eyes.
She didn't know what he was going to do, but it was a good thing that he had stopped plucking her pubic hair. She still had some pubic hair left that could barely hide it from her husband, but judging from Shirai's appearance, he might do something even more terrible.
Natsuko was already in a state of semi-panic, unable to think of anything to say.
Shirai took out a brownish-red paper bag, bulging as if it contained a lot of things.
He then fetched a new alcohol lamp, placed it on the ground, lit it with a lighter, and then brought a bucket of water.
"No! What are you going to do?" "You insulted my child and me, so you must be punished." After saying that, Shirai dumped the contents of the paper bag onto the ground.
It was various kinds of fireworks. Natsuko's face immediately turned pale.
No one is afraid of fireworks, but it's the same reason why seeing a kitchen knife in the kitchen isn't scary, but seeing a knife in a robber's hand is terrifying. Natsuko wanted to shout for help.
Shirai lit a firework with the alcohol lamp. The firework was pointed between Natsuko's parted legs.
"Ah, don't be so dangerous, hold it further away." "A spark falling on you is nothing. Hehe, being afraid of fire like this is no different from being a wild animal." The spark disappeared after landing on the ground between her legs.
Shirai then looked at Natsuko's labia.
"Everyone says that every woman is different, and the shape of a vulva is unique to each person. Have you ever seen other women's vulvas?" "How could I?" "Looking at it with the light of the fireworks reminds me of Miyako's vulva." As Shirai spoke, he lit the same fireworks as before, illuminating Natsuko's vulva like a neon light at night.
Natsuko felt tense for a moment, not because she was afraid of the fireworks igniting, but because Shirai, whom she thought only had sex with her mother, had actually mentioned a woman's name, Miyako.
"Miyako's vulva was also seen with the light of fireworks the first time." "You're really going too far." Natsuko thought of Yamato Miko, and Eriko, who had done such cruel things to her.
"Not at all. Every time Miyako goes too far." Shirai waved the fireworks, retorting in an agitated tone.
"Don't wave the fireworks, it's too dangerous." The fireworks were waved in a circle. Although they wouldn't burn her, the sparks landing on her legs made Natsuko panic.
"What's the danger? What's the point of waving it like that? It's even more horrible to Miyako, so you'll know how scared she is!" The fireworks quickly went out, but Shirai's excitement didn't disappear.
"No, no more cruel things. I apologize. I shouldn't have said bad things about your mother, and I shouldn't have said you were so mean." "It's too late, hehe. Besides, I was planning this fireworks game anyway, that's why I brought it. Hehe, great! I'm so happy that you're so scared." "Ah, I'm so stupid. I actually talked to such a pervert." Natsuko shed tears again.
This time, after lighting the fireworks, he said in an idiotic tone, "That was when I was in my third year of middle school. It was during the summer vacation of my second year of middle school, a year later, in early autumn. It was a sweltering night." It was a very hot night. The asphalt road reflected the heat, and for several days it felt like a tropical night.
Shirai Keisuke was in his third year of middle school and had to take the high school entrance exam in half a year, so he had to study hard even in the hot weather.
Keisuke locked himself in his un-air-conditioned second-floor room, wearing only a vest and shorts, buried in his math homework.
He could hear the sound of a professional baseball game on the neighboring television through the open window, and the old-fashioned electric fan blew warm air.
It was hot and noisy, making it impossible to concentrate. Natsuko had no choice but to put down her homework and sit on the windowsill. She stared blankly at the neon lights of the distant shopping street.
Just then, she noticed the smell of fireworks wafting from somewhere.
Looking towards the direction of the smell, she saw a sexy woman in a bathrobe playing with fireworks alone under the eaves of a house at the end of a dead-end alley.
She was a young widow living alone, named Kogure Miyako. Keisuke knew her name because they were neighbors.
Miyako's husband had passed away a year ago, but she still used his surname, making her a widow.
However, in this old neighborhood, Miyako was an outsider. Perhaps for this reason, Miyako rarely interacted with her neighbors. She was twenty-seven years old, with an oval face and bright, expressive eyes.
Keisuke wasn't attracted to Miyako's beautiful figure in her bathrobe, nor to the cigarette in her hand; at that time, he had no feelings for her.
Soon after, Miyako also noticed Keisuke. The straight-line distance between them was only thirty meters.
Their eyes met, and Miyako waved to Keisuke, a radiant smile spreading across her beautiful face, inviting him to play with fireworks.
For some reason, Keisuke's heart began to pound.
Often bullied at school and not fond of socializing, Keisuke hadn't always harbored feelings for this young widow, but any man would be moved by such a sexy figure in a bathrobe, and Keisuke's adolescent heart was similarly stirred. He was tired of
doing homework, and his mother would be home late tonight.
Keisuke nodded, stood up, turned off the fan, and walked down the stairs with excitement.
Shirai, playing with fireworks, reminisced about this.
"And then?" Natsuko, engrossed in listening, urged Shirai to continue.
"Hehe, you still want to hear, don't you? You said you're not interested in sex except with your husband, but actually you really want to hear lewd stories between men and women." "No, no!" "What do you mean no?" "Because we were talking about fireworks, I was afraid you'd do something with them, that's why I asked." "You're lying. You got really excited when we talked about Mom's story." "That's right, that's right." "Never mind, it's okay." Shirai interrupted Natsuko, then lit a new firework and said,
"When I got to Miyako's house, she said let's play with fireworks together; I stood there playing with fireworks, the same kind as this one, and then Miyako asked me to come to her side. I heard that gentle voice, and I couldn't help but move closer to her." Shirai continued with an idiotic tone.
When Keisuke came to Miyako, she asked him to choose any fireworks he liked from those placed in the hallway.
There were many fireworks. She probably bought a lot of fireworks to kill time on a hot and boring night.
To make the fireworks brighter, the room lights were turned off, and mosquito coils were burning in the hallway, emitting purple smoke.
Miyako squatted beside the mosquito coils, using their flames to extinguish the fireworks. She looked beautiful in her bathrobe. The bathrobe was blue with pink dragonfly patterns.
"I've lived here for two and a half years, and we haven't spoken yet, but I know your name is Keisuke, and you're a third-year middle school student." "I also know your name is Kogure Miyako." "I'm so glad you know my name. Knowing the surname isn't much, but knowing the given name is really touching. I rarely interact with my neighbors here." "Me too, I don't have many friends." "You still remember my name?" "Because every time I see you, I think you're so beautiful;" Keisuke blurted out a bold statement, not a lie, but after saying it, he felt flustered and blushed, lowering his head.
"Really?" "It's true, you're really beautiful." He felt strange saying something so bold again. Was he just hot-headed?
"I'm so glad we can be friends," Keisuke said, looking up at Miyako with a surge of courage.
Her eyes were as clear as a lake at night, her nose straight and her double eyelids prominent. A smile graced her face, and beneath her beauty seemed to lie a captivating allure.
Unlike her mother, both were beautiful, but if her mother was a gentle queen from a fairytale, then Miyako was a queen of ice and snow.
Keisuke saw a different, alluring beauty in Miyako than in his mother. For the first time, he felt a thrill with a woman other than his mother.
"Why don't you light this?" Miyako offered Keisuke some kind of firework.
He lit it with a mosquito coil, the firework illuminating the area. At that moment, Keisuke's eyes widened.
Miyako had been squatting with her legs together, but somehow, they had parted, revealing her thighs beneath her clothes.
Moreover, Miyako was squatting on the veranda, while Keisuke was squatting on the lower courtyard floor, so from his eye level, he could see her thighs.
He knew he shouldn't look, but his eyes were still drawn to her snow-white, sexy thighs.
Keisuke's heart pounded; he was worried Miyako would hear him.
"Wow, so beautiful," Miyako seemed oblivious to Keisuke's gaze.
When the fireworks went out, the inside of the bathrobe was no longer visible. With the heart of a criminal, Keisuke picked up another firework. This one was larger, making a sound, and then flashing a bluish-green light before turning into red sparks, making the inside of the bathrobe even clearer than before. Her snow-white thighs were dazzling. The curves of her thighs and calves were soft and alluring.
"I'll use this one this time," Keisuke thought to himself, secretly picking up a firecracker. He wanted to light all four at once, hoping that this would make Miyako back away, making the hem of her bathrobe even more disheveled.
Keisuke lit the four firecrackers and threw them at his feet. The firecrackers hissed and spun on the ground with bright flashes before exploding with a loud bang.
"Wow, what a loud sound!" Miyako exclaimed in surprise, taking a step or two back, her legs spread wide to avoid falling on her bottom. Just as Keisuke had intended, he could see even deeper.
Great! Although it was only for a moment, Keisuke's gaze fell on Miyako's crotch. Unfortunately, the flash of the pyrotechnic still couldn't reach her inner thighs. Worse still, the instant he looked inside, Miyako noticed.
Miyako looked nervous and quickly pulled her bathrobe tighter.
Oh no, he'd been discovered! Embarrassment and guilt made Keisuke's face turn red to his ears, and he involuntarily lowered his head.
The pyrotechnic emitted white smoke, and the smell of gunpowder stung his nose and throat, making his knees tremble slightly with tension.
"It's just puberty, no wonder," Miyako muttered to herself, not blaming Keisuke, but Keisuke couldn't speak.
"Oh! You don't need to be so embarrassed, everyone has this kind of desire." Miyako wasn't angry at all. She gently comforted Keisuke with the kisses of a mature woman, and not only that, she said something shocking.
"Want to see? Come to think of it, third year of middle school is the time when you're most curious about the opposite sex's body." Hearing this unexpected question, Keisuke was at a loss for words, his mind racing, but his heart was still pounding.
"Let me show you, do you want to?" "Do you want to see a woman's private parts?" The other person's directness surprised Keisuke, who raised his flushed face and stole a glance at Miyako's expression.
Miyako's face was also slightly red, her chest heaving, showing her excitement.
"Really, you want to see?" "You have to promise not to tell anyone. Hehe, I'm not wearing a bra right now." "Okay." "But it's still embarrassing in bright light, so I'll show you with the light of fireworks." Miyako whispered, then picked up the fireworks and handed them to Keisuke.
To be able to see a beautiful woman's vulva—not his mother's vulva, but another woman's vulva—was like a dream come true, Keisuke was almost beside himself with excitement.
The pink tinder emitted a yellowish flame.
Miyako knelt in front of Keisuke, her bathrobe hem parted to the sides, revealing her snow-white thighs.
The thighs exposed through the bathrobe were so sexy, yet her legs remained tightly closed. Keisuke held a sparking firework near Miyako's legs.
"How embarrassing," Miyako whispered, then slowly parted her legs.
"Ah, Miyako," Keisuke said, quickly swallowing the rest of his words.
"What did you say? What did you say about me?" Keisuke's eyes widened, staring at the woman's garden between her thighs.
Less than ten seconds later, the firework went out, and Miyako closed her legs again.
"How was it? Did you see that?" "Yes." "Is this the first time you've seen it?" "Yes." Keisuke lied, but he couldn't say he'd seen his mother's vulva, especially since they engaged in incest every night.
"What did you see? You only said half of it, what are you trying to say?" "Nothing." "You're lying to me, what are you trying to say?" Keisuke blushed and lowered his head again, because his mother would get excited every time she heard that lewd word, so he almost came.
"Want to see it again?" "Yes." "Then, this time you can use several fireworks to see it, but you have to say what you didn't say earlier." Miyako handed all the remaining fireworks to Keisuke. There were several kinds, about thirty in total.
Keisuke first took the disc-shaped fireworks. A rope at the end of the stick held the disc, which would spin after being lit, scattering sparks.
When lit, Miyako slowly spread her thighs again.
The disc spun with a whooshing sound, illuminating Miyako's beautiful garden.
There was a lot of pubic hair, and there was also pubic hair on the labia majora, with two fleshy folds closing the vulva.
Keisuke opened his eyes wide, revealing a fiery gaze. When the disc fireworks were about to go out, he quickly lit another fireworks. This time the sparks were stronger, that is, brighter.
The vulva was dyed orange-yellow, and even the fine lines of the fleshy folds could be seen.
"What does it look like there? Say what you wanted to say earlier." Miyako's voice was a little hoarse, and seeing the mysterious garden of the middle school boy seemed to ignite his desire as well.
"What were you about to say?" "Weren't you halfway through your sentence? I was getting impatient with you saying Miyako's name, so just say it already." Miyako said, thrusting her lower body forward and using her hands to spread her labia, revealing a pink cleft.
Chapter 5: Burning at the stake - A special kind of nurturing "Back then, I realized that all women are lustful. No matter how noble their temperament, they are all promiscuous. My mother was no exception. After she became aroused, she insisted that I talk about my mother's vulva, and when she came, she would keep talking about it. Miyako also wanted me, a middle school student, to say the word 'vulva'." Shirai took a breath, then pulled up Natsuko's lower body and untied the ropes binding her upper body.
As the ropes slid down her chest, rope marks appeared on Natsuko's fair skin.
"I wanted to use the words 'Miyako's place is exciting and beautiful' to get through to her, but Miyako insisted that I say the word 'vulva' no matter what." Shirai untied the ropes and, with Natsuko's feet still tied to the mop handle, lifted her body from behind.
"What are you going to do?" Natsuko was unable to walk, her legs spread wide apart, like a mannequin in a department store.
"Hold your hands here." Shirai dragged Natsuko to the lab table used by the students, a position that Natsuko couldn't resist, a position from which he could rape her at any moment.
He wanted Natsuko to be alluring no matter what position she adopted, forming a beautiful pattern.
Although the ropes binding her upper body were untied, Natsuko's unease remained strong. Shirai came behind Natsuko, his erection still standing.
This time, she was definitely going to be raped. If she remained in this state of fear, it would be better to be raped sooner and end it all.
Although Natsuko thought this, Shirai didn't seem to have that intention yet. "
Speaking of which, it's a really obscene term; both the person who says it and the person who hears it will feel a burning desire." Shirai started talking about this term again.
"I really saw Miyako's vulva back then, her clitoris was still protruding above the slit of flesh, the thin labia covering the opening. It looked so obscene, yet so cute, any man would want to touch it." Shirai paused abruptly, then inserted the sparkler into Natsuko's anus.
"Ah! Ouch!" Natsuko gasped, her upper body turning over in surprise, letting out a sharp scream.
"Shut up! Don't scream, I'm actually quite happy." Shirai slapped Natsuko's protruding buttocks, then inserted the sparkler about five centimeters.
The sparkler protruded from her anus like an animal's tail.
"Ah! Please spare me!" "Spare me what? Your vulva is already so wet." Shirai picked up the alcohol lamp on the ground and lit the tinder without hesitation.
Natsuko was terrified, the sparkler began to burn.
Natsuko looked down at her feet and saw sparks falling to the ground. Natsuko arched her back in fright, raising her buttocks high.
"Miyako's vulva is just different." Shirai squatted behind Natsuko, examining the cleavage that was spasming from fear and pleasure.
"Women just like letting men see their vulvas like this. When I finally said 'beautiful vulva, shameful vulva, wet Miyako's vulva,' Miyako happily wiggled her buttocks and her breathing became rapid. Do you know what Miyako did as a result?" "I don't know, so let's not do such terrible things and end it quickly. I can't stand it." "Hey, do you feel embarrassed? Maybe, because I felt embarrassed at the time. Miyako asked me to look at her vulva with fireworks, and then she started masturbating." Shirai pulled the extinguished fireworks from Natsuko's buttocks and inserted a new one, constantly changing fireworks as he continued to talk about what happened to Miyako that night.
Miyako used her right index and middle fingers to separate her thick pubic hair, revealing her labia majora. The labia parted to the left and right, revealing a pink fleshy groove. Because of the thick pubic hair, it created a strong contrast with the black hair, and the vulva was completely wet.
She peeled back the foreskin of the clitoris, revealing a beautiful cherry blossom color, about the size of a fingertip, and beginning to swell.
Using her middle fingertip, she scooped out nectar from the cleft, and then Miyako began to rub her clitoris.
"Ah, Keisuke," Miyako cried, placing one hand behind her back to support herself, arching her back. The fingers rubbing her clitoris moved faster and faster.
Was Miyako truly trying to seduce him? Although he had been having sex with his mother for a year, he couldn't resist the lewd behavior of a young and beautiful widow. Even so, Keisuke relied on his reason to endure to the limit. He kept lighting fireworks, watching intently.
At this moment, Miyako was sitting on the ground, her thighs spread wide.
Her labia were pulled apart, fingers entering her vagina, making squelching, wet sounds, and she kept making lewd noises.
"Keisuke, can I see your penis? Please, I want to see something I haven't seen in so long." Keisuke's heart raced, wondering if this was how he could have sex with her.
Although embarrassed, he still unzipped his shorts. Wasn't this how Miyako spread her legs, exposing everything to him? Moreover, since they wanted to have sex, they both had to expose their genitals. Keisuke pulled down his shorts and underwear at the same time, displaying his erect penis in front of Miyako.
"Ah, that's good. It's already erect. You want to have sex with me, don't you? Why are you like this? You're still a middle school student, so you don't have a foreskin. You don't seem like a virgin. You must masturbate every day. You're so strong because you want to give your virginity to a woman. That's great, your cock." Keisuke's penis had completely become an adult's in this year, and its length when erect exceeded that of an average adult, reaching seventeen or eighteen centimeters, with no shortage of girth or hardness.
Miyako's hand inside her vagina moved faster, her eyes burning with a fiery light.
"Ah, you don't need to be polite. Come into the room." Miyako led Keisuke into the room.
He wanted to have sex. He had long wanted to have sex with women other than his mother, so he could compare their vaginas. He was so surprised by how quickly she arrived, and it was a beautiful widow! He was incredibly lucky. Keisuke looked around; there was no one there. His mother had said she would be back late tonight.
He quickly took off his shoes and went into the room.
"Hurry up and take your clothes off. I'll teach you the most exciting sex. I've always wanted to find a virgin boy and teach him in my preferred way." "Your preferred way of having sex?" "Yes, I have my own way. Sex isn't as simple as you think; everyone has different ways of enjoying it." Everyone has different ways of enjoying it?
Keisuke couldn't help but ask, recalling the various positions his mother had taught him. Each one had a different feeling, a different kind of pleasure. Even using the same position, different women would have different feelings, wouldn't they?
"My method is a bit forceful. It might be painful at first, but once you've tasted that pleasure, you'll definitely become addicted and won't be satisfied with ordinary sex. Keisuke, do you want to try it?" "Hmm, but a little bit..." "A little bit?" "A little scared." "Don't worry, I won't start with anything difficult for a boy having sex for the first time. We'll start with the most basic sex, and I'll let you touch my body." "I'm willing to have sex with breasts." "Keisuke...you're so cute, but remember, once you start having sex my way, you have to work extra hard to reach the stage of maximum pleasure. If you can't overcome this training, then you'll stop there." Miyako said, taking the recliner to the hallway and then taking off her bathrobe and throwing it on the floor.
Miyako's body was slender, about the height of a room, and her hands kept moving back and forth on her thighs, enjoying the elastic touch.
Keisuke's lips gradually moved upwards, and then went to her alluring breasts.
She licked the soft mound of flesh with her tongue, rubbed the nipple with the tip of her nose, and then took the nipple into her mouth, entwining it with her tongue.
"Ah," Miyako let out a soft moan, pulling Keisuke's head into her arms.
Keisuke pressed his face against her breast and sucked on the nipple, following the exact sequence his mother had taught him.
"Ah ah," Miyako arched her back, stroking Keisuke's head repeatedly.
Keisuke was confused about the next step, not because the inexperienced boy was having trouble, but because he was confused about which technique his mother had taught him to choose.
Keisuke wanted to see Miyako's expression when she reached orgasm as soon as possible.
He reached out and stroked her breast with his right hand, not with a rough rubbing to satisfy his own desires, but with a light touch, a caress that made the woman feel restless.
"Ah ah," Miyako blinked repeatedly, her head furrowing.
How amazing is it that this virgin boy has such skills! This boy is born with the most basic sexual skills; Miyako was immersed in pleasure, thinking that this boy might be a genius at making women happy.
She couldn't let him go. No matter what, I must train him into a sex slave, to mold him into the kind of man I like. This boy is too good; perhaps tonight I can give him a tough workout.
"Ah, you're so good, it feels so good," Miyako's words were breathless.
At this moment, Keisuke was full of confidence; this beautiful woman already brought him joy.
Should I lick her vulva now? With my long tongue that always made my mother cry with lust, I licked her vulva; perhaps licking her vulva too early would let Miyako know I wasn't a virgin; so I abandoned the sudden act of licking her vulva and instead stroked her mons pubis and labia with my fingertips.
The friction of my palm against her pubic hair was pleasurable. I pressed lightly on her mons pubis with my fingers; there was an indescribable elasticity. When my fingers slid down to her vulva, I touched the clitoris, still under the foreskin.
"Ahhh," she murmured, enjoying the soft touch with her fingertips. Miyako quickly began to moan.
Keisuke moved his head down to her lower abdomen, burying his nose in her pubic hair. His sensitivity was exceptional; even the slightest touch of his tongue made Miyako tremble. When he sucked on her clitoris, her moans turned into intermittent sobs.
Seeing this lewd behavior so different from his mother's, Keisuke felt an irresistible urge to lick her vulva.
He licked and sucked relentlessly, using every technique his tongue could muster, relentlessly licking Miyako, who responded with a seductive smile.
"I listened to you and didn't ejaculate." "That's amazing. If it were an ordinary middle school student, they'd ejaculate just from seeing a woman's vulva." "I desperately held back to avoid ejaculating." Hearing Keisuke's words, Miyako's eyes shone with a luscious light.
How wonderful it would be to train such a cute boy into my sex slave, to serve me for life; Miyako had already planned to seduce Keisuke with this intention, but she hadn't expected him to have such a large penis that exceeded the standard, and to be so docile and stamina, possessing the ability to please a woman. Keisuke was naturally very satisfied.
"You're such a good boy, you're very patient. Now it's my turn to give you pleasure. Just lie back on this recliner." For some reason, Miyako changed the direction of the recliner, making it face outwards. Keisuke did
as she said and lay back on the recliner.
Miyako sat beside him and used the belt of her nightgown to tie Keisuke's body to the recliner.
"What are you doing?" Keisuke felt flustered, but also had the expectation of getting something even more wonderful.
"Hehe; I want to start special training." "Is it the way Miyako does?" "Yes! A very exciting game. I originally wanted to start with normal intercourse, but it's probably okay if you start with it the first time." Keisuke felt a little regretful after hearing this. The exciting game that Miyako mentioned was certainly attractive, but he also wanted to enjoy it in a normal position.
"But I also want to learn the basics." "I know, I can teach you at the same time, but a cute guy like you, I really want to quickly learn my favorite method." "What kind of method?" "It's something you have to enjoy slowly, but as I said, it's tough sex. Will you be scared after you're tied up?" "No, I won't." Keisuke breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Miyako say that they would also have regular sex.
Miyako immediately raised her long legs and straddled Keisuke's face, then slowly lowered them, as if to let Keisuke see clearly.
Her labia and the pink fleshy cleft were getting closer and closer to Keisuke's face. The vulva that Keisuke had just played with was slightly swollen, its mouth slightly open, and the mucous membrane inside was wet.
"Now keep licking, lick until I say yes." Miyako used her fingers to pull apart her labia. As if to cover Keisuke's mouth and nose, she sat on Keisuke's face. After close contact, she began to rotate her hips.
The vulva was right next to his nose, the light brown anus touching his lips. An ordinary middle school student without sexual experience would surely feel disgusted. But for Keisuke, this was a familiar experience, as it was his mother's favorite position.
Miyako's buttocks moved across Keisuke's face, this time bringing her clitoris to his lips.
The scent of her vulva grew stronger, different from his mother's.
His mother's had the fragrance of the sea.
Up to this point, Keisuke remained composed. When he extended his tongue to lick her clitoris, Miyako seemed startled and lifted her buttocks.
This child is truly remarkable. She doesn't care about rubbing my vulva against his face and calmly licks her clitoris. This child truly deserves a good scolding.
Miyako forcefully sat her full, firm buttocks on Keisuke's face, showing no mercy, deliberately making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Ugh; it hurts!" Keisuke kicked his legs in pain.
"Lick it properly like before." Keisuke dared not disobey, extending his tongue to lick the vulva, while Miyako simultaneously leaned forward, assuming a 69 position.
Before her lay a penis larger than most adults. Miyako grasped it and licked the glans with her tongue.
"Ahhh," Keisuke groaned as she gently massaged his testicles, his legs outstretched.
"Ah, good boy, wait a minute. Don't ejaculate like this. We're about to do something more intense and fun," Miyako said, reaching for a firework beside her. This firework had a long, thin strip and was meant to be held and played with.
Miyako manipulated the handles on the recliner. The recliner was divided into two parts, with the section where Keisuke's legs rested hanging down.
"Now spread your legs," Miyako instructed. Keisuke spread his legs as instructed, revealing his penis, testicles, and anus. He didn't know what Miyako was going to do, but his anticipation made his penis swell even more.
"The anus also has erogenous zones, which can provide great pleasure. You know that, right?" Miyako said, then suddenly pressed the long strip against his anus. Because her buttocks were pressing hard against his face, Keisuke couldn't speak, so he could only stick out his tongue and lick near his urethra in response.
"Hey, wait a minute, you'll be in for a world of hurt." Miyako wiggled her hips first, then inserted the long stick of the firework into his anus.
"Ugh!" It felt like knitting needles; although it didn't hurt, Keisuke's anus was still inexperienced, and he couldn't help but feel flustered.
Actually, he didn't need to panic. Inserting it to a depth of about five centimeters, there was no pain, but rather a strange, itchy pleasure. As he thrust in and out, the pleasure traveled to his penis. Miyako licked his glans
while thrusting in and out of his anus
. Keisuke, of course, also kept licking his vulva, his nose sinking into the fleshy opening. When Miyako wiggled her hips, her labia pressed tightly against Keisuke's mouth.
Keisuke's mouth temporarily left his penis.
The long stick of the firework was inserted about seven centimeters, with the outer part pointing towards the entrance.
Miyako continued to press down on Keisuke, took a mosquito coil, and lit it on the firework inserted into his anus.
"After lighting the firework, you can't move around." For a moment, Keisuke didn't understand what Miyako meant.
When he realized he was being lit by a firework inserted into his anus, he kicked his legs nervously.
"Wow, so beautiful, so pretty!" he exclaimed, watching the fireworks while simultaneously licking the head of his penis. When the fireworks disappeared, Miyako took out a "rat firework" and put it on Keisuke's erect penis.
The ring of the rat firework couldn't fit completely because his penis was too big; this was a method Miyako had planned beforehand, but it didn't work, which only made it more fun.
Miyako cut off the ring and put it under the head of his penis.
"Do you know what it's like to have something wrapped around your penis? It's a rat firework. What will happen when you light it?" "Ugh," Keisuke couldn't see it, but he knew what it would be like.
"Don't worry. As long as you listen to me, I won't light the rat firework." Miyako then inserted a long strip of fireworks into his anus and tied disc-shaped fireworks to his big toes, letting them hang down.
Now he had no choice but to let Miyako do whatever she wanted, otherwise she would light the rat firework wrapped around his penis.
This was the special training Miyako had mentioned. How could something so dangerous and terrifying have anything to do with the pleasure of sex?
Keisuke, who had never heard of sadists or masochists, couldn't understand. So, while he felt anticipation, he also felt a bit of fear of pleasure.
"Lift your legs a little higher." Keisuke cautiously lifted his legs, otherwise the sparks would fall on his groin. He strained his abdominal muscles, straightening his legs. This position was difficult, but he had no choice but to wait for the fireworks to disappear.
After lighting the fireworks, Miyako sat down on Keisuke's face. Afraid that his fear of pleasure would cause his penis to shrink, she rubbed the base.
"Ah, so beautiful! These fireworks are so pretty!" Miyako happily wiggled her hips, as if seeking greater stimulation from Keisuke's tongue or face.
Sparks landed on his thighs.
Keisuke was terrified; he could only strain his abdominal muscles to keep his penis erect, desperately licking Miyako's vulva. This wasn't out of desire, but simply to alleviate his fear of pleasure.
Even more terrifying, this was only the first step in Miyako's plan to train Keisuke into a slave; the special training had only just begun.
Chapter Six: Shame—The Son's Classroom. The science room was filled with purple smoke and the smell of gunpowder.
Shirai talked about his relationship with Miyako, while Kazuya and Natsuko did the same thing.
They inserted fireworks into her anus, lit them, and watched her vulva. The fireworks emitted sparks of various colors, illuminating her lewd vulva.
Natsuko's reaction pleased Shirai the most when the disc-shaped fireworks were lit.
The disc protruding from her buttocks spun and spewed sparks, causing Natsuko to scream even louder.
The sparks stained her crotch yellow, mercilessly landing on her inner thighs.
The fear tormented Natsuko more than the pain. No matter what, I had to ask for forgiveness, a ridiculous apology. "After that, my ordeal got even worse. It wasn't just that fireworks were stuck in my ass and lit; then they sprayed sparks at my erect penis, and finally, they even inserted a rocket into my anus." Shirai seemed even more excited, picking Natsuko up from behind like he was urinating a child, placing her on the table, her legs still tied to the mop handle, spread wide apart.
"Really... please spare me..." Natsuko lowered her head, her disheveled hair hanging down, pleading.
"Don't joke around. What Miyako did to me was more painful, more dangerous, and more terrifying!" Shirai grabbed the mop handle and pulled it up.
"Ah... don't do this..." Sitting on the table, Natsuko's legs were lifted, her body leaning backward, her buttocks forced towards the ceiling, her vulva open, stimulating male instincts.
"The way this vulva looks, it's like it can't resist being penetrated. Okay, put it in like you did to me." With that, he picked up a firework tube about twenty centimeters long and inserted it into the vaginal opening. The tube was
about two-tenths of an inch in diameter. He shoved it in with a hissing sound, the tip of the firework about twelve or thirteen centimeters from the vulva, pointing it at the ceiling at the angle of a cannon.
"No... what are you doing... stop this!" Natsuko's face changed drastically. She pounded the table and screamed. This was all she could do; her body was bent at an acute angle, unable to resist any further.
Shirai seemed not to hear Natsuko's screams at all. He pointed to the classroom ceiling and brought the flame of the alcohol lamp close to the fuse coming from the firework.
The fuse burned along the wire. For a moment, the classroom was unusually quiet.
Natsuko's eyes widened, afraid to breathe. Shirai also stared at the flame on the fuse.
"No... no..." Natsuko's voice trembled as she cried out. To keep the firework tube in place, she desperately clenched her vaginal walls.
Shirai stared at Natsuko's face with a sadistic gaze.
"Are you terrified? This firework is strapped to my erect penis. Haven't you heard that defective fireworks can cause burns, or even accidentally injure your pubic hair when they explode? If it explodes now, what do you think will happen?
" "Ah...ah..." "I thought my penis was going to break that time. If it explodes now, my vagina will probably tear too." The fuse finally ignited the firework.
With a sound like a missile being launched, the fireball flew towards the ceiling. The fireball didn't explode in the air, but hit the wall above the window.
It emitted a bluish-white flash, then exploded, changing from pink to purple. Then, like rain, the fireball fell onto the window frame. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, and purple smoke was still billowing from the firework tube. The heat of the fire reached the part inserted into her vagina.
Shirai casually pulled out the firework and threw it into a bucket of water.
Bluish-white smoke billowed from her vaginal opening. Natsuko was in a daze. Her mouth was open, unable to speak, only tears streaming down her face.
"These fireworks are useless anyway. Let them burn as many as you want." Shirai took out something else and arranged it on the table where Natsuko was sitting. Then he inserted the same kind of fireworks into her vagina.
"That's how Miyako is, she threatens me while making me lick her vulva and enjoy the pleasure. She is indeed a beautiful woman, but she is both terrifying and lewd." As Shirai spoke, he lit the fuse and climbed onto the table. He released the mop handle, but Natsuko's legs, which were tied to the mop handle, were still raised high. He
sat cross-legged next to Natsuko and began to caress her breasts, lick her nipples, and deliberately made sucking sounds.
"Ah...ah..." Natsuko couldn't help but hug Shirai's head, which was sucking on her nipples, with her arms. This time, he also inserted a rocket into her vagina, the fuse already lit.
Natsuko's fear had reached its limit, making her want to hug something tightly. Now she could only hug Shirai's head, trying to overcome her fear.
Shirai's lips moved up to Natsuko's face, and Natsuko's arms slid down to Shirai's body.
Shirai stared into her terrified eyes as they kissed, and at that moment, a sharp sound rang out—a cannonball shot from Natsuko's vulva.
Natsuko's buttocks pounded violently, and she grabbed Shirai's head with both hands, stroking it desperately. She even actively thrust her tongue into Shirai's mouth, their tongues intertwining.
Ah… how could this be… I actually let my tongue entwine with his… Natsuko inwardly berated herself for her actions, but her mind and body were consumed by fear, and all she could think about was escaping.
It was like a passionate kiss between lovers, lips pressed tightly together, licking each other's mouths, emitting moans.
Shirai's saliva flowed into her mouth, and Natsuko swallowed a considerable amount of a man's saliva.
Natsuko's breathing became increasingly rapid, but Shirai, having enjoyed the passionate kiss, pushed away Natsuko, who continued to demand more.
"Didn't I tell you, 'It will hurt or be scary at first, but it will slowly turn into pleasure.'" After saying that, Shirai changed to a new firework, inserted it into her vagina and lit it. This time, he pressed himself against Natsuko's naked body in a 69 position, his penis still erect. He gradually moved his body, bringing the glans to Natsuko's mouth.
Natsuko grasped the huge shaft and greedily took the glans into her mouth.
"Ah...uh..." Abandoning her pride, she sucked on the erect penis, her beautiful cheeks flushed, rubbing the tip of her tongue against the urethra, making lewd sucking sounds.
Shirai was not idle either, rubbing her clitoris with his middle finger, using the vaginal fluid as lubricant, and speeding up the rubbing.
With her legs raised high, Natsuko desperately straightened them, her toes curling inward, her thighs trembling incessantly.
"It's getting more and more interesting. It feels good, doesn't it?" Shirai happily pressed his lower body downward.
The head of his huge penis pierced into Natsuko's throat.
The glans was stuck in her throat, causing a throbbing sensation, but Natsuko continued to suck, her cheeks hollowing out as she used her cute lips to gently suck the shaft. Only in this way could she alleviate the fear of the erect penis inside her vagina.
"Hmm...uh..." Shirai finally let out a moan indicating he was about to ejaculate.
Natsuko rubbed his penis even harder with her hands and mouth. Why she was making such lewd movements, Natsuko herself didn't understand; even with her husband, she had never engaged in such intense oral sex.
Her actions, born of fear, had somehow transformed into a celebration of lewd pleasure. Her clitoris, being rubbed, swelled to twice its normal size, and her lower body felt intensely itchy.
"Ah...I'm going to cum..." As Shirai moaned, Natsuko's mouth filled with sticky semen.
Natsuko clenched her lips tightly, sucking the semen from his glans, even drawing out the last drop.
Another firework burst from her vulva, as if celebrating Shirai's ejaculation. This time, the fireworks sprayed out parachutes, which exploded on the ceiling and gradually landed beside the table.
Perhaps due to the continuous fireworks, her vaginal cavity felt warm.
She wondered how long this man would continue… Her tongue slid beneath his glans, sucking the remaining semen. Natsuko thought to herself, "He said he had a terrifying experience in the past, but why is he seeking revenge on me? Is this also a form of sadism?"
Shirai's fingers continued to rub her clitoris, creating a strong itching sensation within Natsuko. She
absolutely couldn't be sensual now; if she let out a sweet moan, she would play into the perverted teacher's hands, and besides, she was definitely not a masochist.
However, the more she considered this abnormal and perverse, the more excited Natsuko became.
What should she do? The lustful demon within her was indeed awakened, calling for even more stimulation… Shirai twisted the firework tube inside her vagina, emitting sizzling, lewd sounds, and purple smoke billowed from it.
"I'm so ashamed... to do something so lewd... but it's incredibly sexy." Despite such cruel treatment, she felt increasingly comfortable. Wasn't that what this man said? Ah... so comfortable... This didn't mean the fear was gone, but Natsuko thought she had to continue, to do even more lewd things.
"Ah... what..." Suddenly something was inserted into her anus. Shirai, as if reading Natsuko's mind, began a new offensive.
This time it was fireworks inserted into her anus, right? No... it wasn't the feeling of fireworks... whatever it was, inserted into her butthole... it felt so good. Her
butthole itched, and Natsuko felt her sphincter contract.
Ah... what are you going to do to my butt? What are you going to do...? Natsuko hadn't thought of an enema, but she couldn't think of anything else. Anxiety and anticipation mingled, making her body tremble.
"Hey... Miyako, you should do something to me too..." Shirai said cheerfully. It turned out to be an enema syringe, containing 300cc of shampoo diluted twice with water. As Shirai squeezed the container, her body sprayed out.
"Ah...ah..." The rectal mucosa suddenly heated up, and Natsuko involuntarily twisted her buttocks to endure it.
A new "rocket" was inserted into her vagina, and she didn't know when it would ejaculate, so she couldn't lower her raised legs. As a result, she could only raise her buttocks high, making it easy for Shirai to inject the enema fluid.
At that moment, fireworks shot out, hit the ceiling and exploded, and sparks rained down.
"What did you do...it's so hot..." "Enema. I'll inject two hundred cc." After Shirai finished speaking, he pushed the container.
"Enema...no...no..." She was somewhat used to being played with by foreign objects, but when she heard about enemas, Natsuko started to tense up again.
"Hey...your buttocks are hot, aren't they?" "You're a beast, doing so many shameless things..." "Miyako did all of these things to me." "That kind of thing has nothing to do with me. You may have been treated cruelly, but it's unreasonable to take revenge on me." "No; this isn't revenge, this is doing something very comfortable for you." In Natsuko's sex life, there were no enemas, of course, no fingers inserted into the anus, and no anal intercourse.
Enema | Ambassador | Dirty | Abnormal | Such associations chilled the burgeoning desire as if doused with cold water.
Natsuko was pushed back into the abyss of disgust.
After the enema was injected, the anal sphincter relaxed. Shirai used his fingers to pull open the light brown anus and inserted a thick, three-centimeter-diameter rod as a plug. To prevent it from easily slipping out, this time it was inserted quite deeply.
The strange pleasure of friction in the anus, and the enema fluid flowing into the large intestine.
"It's hot... ah..." It felt like a red-hot iron rod being inserted into the anus.
As Natsuko twisted her body from side to side in agony, Shirai began to untie the mop handle tied to her legs.
"Now that you can move your arms and legs, it's time for a walk. I'm being led around the room like this."
Shirai took out a medium-to-large-sized dog collar from his purse and put it around Natsuko's neck. The collar had a walking strap attached. At this point, Natsuko didn't even have the strength to resist. She lowered her head and let Shirai tease her.
Natsuko really didn't understand why she had to be treated so cruelly. What had she done wrong to deserve this humiliation?
On another note, this Shirai Keisuke was also a victim of an abnormal society where abnormal behavior was rampant. Since middle school, he had been obsessed with incest with his mother and then was manipulated by the widowed neighbor, who used him as a substitute for sadistic games. And this relationship had continued to this day. If that was the case, it would be strange if he didn't become a pervert.
It was terrifying for a teacher to be teaching children like this; it was terrible to hand children over to abnormal people with severe neurosis... "It's time for a walk; get down..." Shirai got off the table first and then pulled the dog collar strap.
The chirping of insects came from the pool in the courtyard, and the sound of cars driving in the distance.
The campus was quiet and still.
There would be no one around at night, but leaving the science lab, being naked still brought on feelings of shame and unease.
Shirai looked like an English gentleman walking his dog, flashlight in hand, head held high and chest out.
And wearing only a white shirt, his penis swaying with it, he looked truly comical.
If someone saw this scene, what would they think? They would surely consider both of them perverts.
Natsuko couldn't help but imagine herself like this.
A pitiful mother, naked and crawling in the corridor of her son's school, receiving an enema… she looked like a lewd bitch, an abused slave… Thinking of this, tears streamed down her face.
Strangely, as the urge to defecate increased, the shame lessened, and Natsuko quickened her pace.
Finally, she reached the toilet.
"Is this alright? Let me go in alone. There's no way I can escape like this anyway. At least take the strap off." "No; you misunderstand. I won't let you into the toilet. I didn't relieve myself in the toilet." "What...no..." "That's only natural..." "Why is it only natural?" "It's common sense in the world of sadists." "Then why did you bring me here?" "I'm not taking you here. It's the classroom on the second floor." Hearing "classroom on the second floor," Natsuko was startled. The classroom Shirai was talking about must be the first-year class he tutored, which was also the classroom where her son Junichi had his classes.
"No! Absolutely not, please...let me relieve myself in the toilet..." "You can't be disobedient like a child. Disobedient children are punished." After Shirai finished speaking, he pressed down on Natsuko's back.
"What are you doing...no..." Shirai took out a stun gun from his pocket and prepared to light it.
"Aren't you afraid I'll light the cigarette on your butt? It's not the little firework I stuck in your pussy earlier... Hey... It'll shoot out fire like a rocket, and your butt will fly out. If it really flies out, that'll be so much fun, hahaha!" "That's too much..." "If you don't listen, I'm really going to light it." "Ah... That's too much!" Xiazi could only cry and continue crawling forward. Shirai's flashlight shone on the stairs, and as she climbed the stairs, the urge to defecate became even stronger. It was better to defecate on the stairs than in her son's classroom, but if she did that, Shirai would definitely be angry, and she would suffer even more pain. Now she could only go along with Shirai's wishes.
Xiazi cried as she crawled to the classroom of the first grade.
Shirai opened the classroom door.
Xiazi hesitated for a moment. This was the sacred classroom where her son had his lessons, and this scene triggered a normal psychological reaction in Xiazi, so she hesitated a little.
But this hesitation disappeared immediately when she encountered the strong urge to defecate. Instead, Xiazi dragged Shirai into the classroom, the dog collar stuck in her mouth, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
"I can't take it anymore... It's almost... it's going to be inside..." "Do you even need to ask?" "Where..." Natsuko had already exceeded her limit of endurance, cold sweat beading on her forehead. Whether it was the sacred classroom or not was no longer an issue.
"Of course, it's on the baby's desk." "This..." "Now that we're here, do you still want me to light the firework stuck in your butt?" Shirai pulled the strap, and Natsuko crawled forward with a mournful face.
The third desk in the middle row was Junichi's seat. When they got there, Shirai pulled the firework out of Natsuko's butt. "Climb onto this desk." "Is this too much?" Shirai tried to lift Natsuko onto the desk from behind.
"Ah..." When Natsuko tried to shake off Shirai's hand, she couldn't help but make a loud noise and defecated on the ground.
"Damn it! I should have pulled the firework out of the desk." Shirai stomped his foot childishly to express his regret.
"Ah...no..." "When the students come to school tomorrow and see this poop, I don't know what they'll say. Children are cruel; they'll definitely call someone a criminal. The first target will definitely be the breastfeeding son. There's nothing we can do about it, since it was his mother who excreted here." "That's too much; you're the cruel one...you made me stand in my son's place...let me clean this up." "No, I can't, because Miyako didn't agree to let me do this." "She has nothing to do with me!" "Yes, it doesn't matter. Now let's go to the next place. It's fine here now." "No! Let me clean this place." Natsuko cried, sitting on the ground. Even for her child, she couldn't leave the classroom like this.
"Go...hurry up..." Shirai pulled hard on the dog collar strap.
"Ouch..." Natsuko still gripped the strap tightly with her right hand, supporting herself on the ground with her left hand as she resisted.
"Ugh...ugh..." Shirai groaned as if she had rabies, pulling even harder. Natsuko slipped on the wet poop, her whole body covered in poop.
"Ah...no..." "So dirty...hurry up and crawl..." Unable to bear the pain as Shirai forcefully pulled the straps, Natsuko had no choice but to crawl.
Natsuko apologized to her son in her heart, wondering what he was doing, whether he and her father were worried about their mother who hadn't returned home late, calling around looking for her.
Thinking of her family, tears welled up in her eyes again.
Natsuko had to accept this reason. Otherwise, she would lose herself, sinking into this strange atmosphere. Natsuko finally discovered this poisonous sensuality, beckoning and tempting the lustful demon hidden within her.
Natsuko tried to use her last bit of rationality to restrain herself, not to be seduced by Shirai and lose herself.
"You've been humiliated, yet you're still so beautiful and elegant. You're truly the ideal choice. This is what Miyako and Mom both said. Whether a woman is beautiful or not, you only know after being humiliated..." Shirai looked at Natsuko's face, scooped up water with his palm, and poured it on Natsuko's shoulder.
With a beautiful face, a well-proportioned figure, and flowing hair cascading over her shoulders, Natsuko was indeed beautiful. In the darkness, her fair skin stood out even more.
Dirt clung to her arms and chest. Of course, it was also on her buttocks. Shirai thoroughly enjoyed the feel of her smooth skin, constantly pouring water on her and washing it with his hands.
"A woman's belly is so soft, it feels so good to touch." Natsuko's abdomen had no excess fat, forming a sexy curve, very soft and attractive to the touch.
Shirai's hand reached her slender waist, repeatedly stroking her full buttocks and lower abdomen along the curves.
As expected of someone who had received training from her mother and widow since childhood, her caresses were skillful, as if she could see her erogenous zones, a gentle caress.
"Ah...ah..." Natsuko couldn't help but moan as he stroked her pubic hair in the opposite direction.
Perhaps because half of her pubic hair had been plucked, she seemed more sensitive than before; when his fingers rubbed her clitoris, she couldn't help but spread her legs apart.
Natsuko wasn't very willing, but the desire within her was ignited.
"Do you want me to play with your cunt again?" Shirai seemed to see through Natsuko's thoughts, teasing her with words.
"Oh..." "A woman's cunt is something you can play with countless times and never get tired of." Chapter Seven: Collapse - Field Research After leaving the classroom, she was dragged to the stairs.
Climbing down was more difficult than climbing up. Her weight shifted downwards, requiring her arms to exert force, and she had to climb very carefully.
She had to spread her legs as wide as possible, like a frog climbing downhill, her buttocks sticking up, her cunt completely exposed.
Natsuko barely endured the humiliation, following the beam of the flashlight as she climbed down.
The flashlight beam shone behind her; Shirai was shining the light on her cunt, examining it closely.
He didn't care about anything else anymore; he'd do whatever he wanted with the torture.
Natsuko began to give up on herself, but this was exactly what the sadist wanted.
A lewd smile appeared on Shirai's face. His penis remained erect, and besides the flashlight, he also held the large firework he had just stuffed into her anus.
"Come this way." As Natsuko struggled to climb the stairs, Shirai pulled her to the corridor connecting Building A and Building B. In reality, it was just the rooftop, essentially outdoors.
Seeing the moon in the sky, she didn't know what time it was, but she was sure it was late at night.
"Are you taking me there?" "You're covered in poop, and your breasts must be uncomfortable..." Shirai looked at Natsuko's filthy body with amusement.
There was a large fountain in the courtyard, and Shirai wanted Natsuko to wash herself there.
Still feeling repulsed by going outside naked, but she had to wash herself, so Natsuko had no choice but to crawl behind Shirai.
The fountain, which had been spraying water during the day, was now quiet, with various koi fish sleeping at the bottom.
"Go in, I'll help you wash yourself clean." Shirai threw his handheld device and fireworks on the grass and entered the fountain first. The water was only knee-deep, and he wasn't worried about getting his white clothes wet. He splashed around like a child, his 20-centimeter erection beckoning to Natsuko.
Why am I doing such a lewd thing? Even though no one is around, entering the school's fountain naked... However, even if she refused, Shirai would forcefully pull on the dog leash to force her in, so Natsuko had no choice but to stand up and enter the fountain.
"Your skin is so beautiful..." Shirai stared almost blankly at Natsuko standing before him, only his eyes gleaming, as if a mixture of sadism and masochism coexisted within him.
Natsuko dared not continue to look at Shirai's terrifying expression, unsure of what other horrific torture awaited her. She focused her attention on Shirai's mindset.
This humiliation of me, perhaps, is his revenge on women... Just as he confessed, Shirai was trained into a masochist and a sex slave by his neighbor's widow, indulging in sadistic games every day, developing an abnormal sexual addiction. This, as Shirai said, is pleasure back-to-back with fear. Like a sexy challenge hidden in the abyss of life and death, it's a terrifying game.
The widow named Miyako, who taught this abnormal pleasure to a middle school student, is truly problematic. On the other hand, Shirai and his birth mother are indulging in illicit pleasure.
He grew up in abnormal sexual behavior from adolescence, trained as a masochist while simultaneously developing sadistic desires within himself. This perverse lust suddenly exploded, leading him to this act; therefore, it was revenge against humanity.
Natsuko had to accept this reasoning. Otherwise, she too would lose herself, sinking into this abnormal atmosphere. Natsuko finally discovered this toxic sensuality, beckoning and tempting the lustful demon hidden within her.
Natsuko tried to use her last shred of rationality to restrain herself, not to be seduced by Shirai and lose herself.
"You've been violated, yet you're still so beautiful and elegant. You're truly the ideal candidate. Miyako and my mother both said that a woman's beauty is only revealed through violation..." Shirai looked at Natsuko's face, scooped up water with his palm, and poured it on Natsuko's shoulders.
With a beautiful face, a well-proportioned figure, and flowing hair, Natsuko was indeed beautiful. In the darkness, her fair skin stood out even more.
Dirt clung to her arms and chest. Of course, it was also on her buttocks. Shirai fully enjoyed the touch of her smooth skin, continuously pouring water and washing with his hands.
"A woman's belly is so soft, it feels so good to touch." Natsuko's abdomen had no excess fat, forming a sexy curve, very soft and attractive to touch.
Shirai's hand touched her slender waist, repeatedly stroking her full buttocks and lower abdomen along the curve.
As expected of the training he received from his mother and widow in his youth, his caressing movements were skillful, as if he could see her erogenous zones, a gentle caress.
"Ah...ah..." Natsuko couldn't help but moan as he stroked her pubic hair against the grain.
Perhaps because half of her pubic hair had been plucked, she seemed more sensitive than before, and when his fingers rubbed her clitoris, she couldn't help but spread her legs apart.
Natsuko was unwilling, but the desire within her was ignited.
"Do you want me to play with your vulva again?" Shirai seemed to see through Natsuko's thoughts, teasing her with words.
"Oh..." "A woman's vulva can never be satisfied no matter how much it is played with." Shirai said as he plucked her pubic hair.
"Ouch..." Natsuko cried out softly, spreading her legs apart like a child who wouldn't listen after being scolded, wriggling her hips wantonly, begging for more play.
However, Shirai's fingers didn't reach her. Leaving her pubic hair, they climbed onto her breasts, lifting and kneading them as if measuring their weight.
"Both the shape and the fullness are first-rate breasts." He pinched her nipples, occasionally pulling them upwards.
"Ah...ah..." Natsuko frowned, lifting her face, staring blankly at the night sky.
The school pond and her son's homeroom teacher...gazing at the twinkling stars...how immoral, yet so incredibly sensual...Natsuko's beautiful face, illuminated by the moonlight, appeared even more captivating. The veins on her neck were visible, the black dog collar adding a strange sensuality. Her mouth was slightly open, revealing pearly teeth, her pink tongue protruding as if searching for something.
Shirai gently caressed her beauty, his index finger slipping into Natsuko's mouth, licking with his tongue and gently biting with his teeth. Natsuko's anger vanished completely, replaced by an intense, sensual ecstasy.
"Now I'm going to wash your bottom, hold your hands there." "Like this?" "You need to spread your legs wider, otherwise it'll be hard to wash..." Natsuko held onto the edge of the sink with both hands, spreading her legs as wide as possible. Her plump, peach-like bottom was sticking out.
Shirai poured water on her bottom from behind, then caressed her while washing her bottom and inner thighs, also pouring water on her anus and stimulating it with his fingers to arouse her.
"Ah...ah..." Natsuko arched her back and groaned as his fingers were inserted.
"You need to be especially careful here, wash the inside clean too." The effect of the enema hadn't completely worn off, and her sphincter was still relaxed, making it easy to insert his middle and index fingers.
"Ah...ah..." Once the fingers were inserted to the base, Shirai forcefully widened her anus, creating space to insert another finger, then scooped up water with his other hand, poured it in, and immediately stirred it with the two fingers inserted inside. When he stopped stirring, he used his fingers to scoop out the water.
"It's still slippery inside because of the enema fluid." "Ah...ah..." Natsuko felt a heat rising inside her buttocks, producing an unprecedented, insane pleasure. Of course, she was also stimulating the fleshy opening next to it. The vaginal folds were rubbed, and her uterus felt intensely itchy.
"Hahahaha, bubbles are coming out..." Shirai continued to splash water playfully, stirring it with his fingers. He gradually increased the speed of his finger movements.
"Ugh...ah..." Natsuko stood on her heels, strained her legs, shook her hair, and desperately gripped the edge of the pool. "Hahaha...
it looks just like the crab from before..." Indeed, white foam was coming out of her anus.
"Ah...ah..." Natsuko shook her hair wildly, making hoarse, lewd noises.
Her mind was blank, and hearing the comparison of her anus to a crab seemed to come from afar. She didn't feel ashamed, and unconsciously cooperated with the finger movements, twisting her buttocks.
The hoarse moans became more and more rapid, her back arched into a bow shape, and when her upper body spasmed, she finally reached the most sensual climax.
As Natsuko's body went limp and powerless, Shirai withdrew his fingers from her anus.
"The milk has finally come out, but this is just the beginning. I'll make the milk come out many more times." Shirai splashed water on Natsuko's buttocks again.
Shirai, dressed in white, squatted in the pool, his face close to Natsuko's buttocks.
"Ah... what an intoxicating vulva." Shirai looked at the slit, using his thumbs to separate the slit, honey-like fluid overflowing from the opening, emitting a slight pungent odor, as well as a gunpowder smell.
Shirai seemed to want to imprint this scene in his eyes, staring intently with wide eyes.
"Don't look like that, hurry up and play with it." Natsuko finally urged, twisting her buttocks.
But Shirai, who was enjoying his sadistic games, didn't like Natsuko's urging. He preferred her to act more shy or scream in fright, which would make him happier.
"What did you just say to me?" Shirai's expression changed drastically, his right cheek twitched, and his previously swollen penis instantly shrank. Natsuko, with her back to Shirai, couldn't possibly know that his penis or Shirai's expression had changed.
"Hurry up... don't rush me... hurry up..." "Is that really true? Then everything before this counts as consensual sex?" "It's already like this, what's the difference between consensual sex and rape?" Natsuko didn't notice that Shirai's tone had returned to normal. Natsuko had completely turned into a bitch, constantly wriggling her buttocks.
"Don't you distinguish between sexual intercourse and rape anymore?" "Yes! That kind of thing doesn't matter anymore, I'm going crazy with this itching." "I see, you're not satisfied yet..." Natsuko said, revealing a smug smile, "...Trying to make me say something embarrassing again?" Although Natsuko hesitated, she herself wanted to say lewd words to make herself more excited, her vagina already twitching with excitement.
"Yes! Let's start from here. Because this is more effective, now you have to say...please lick my vulva..." Shirai started his operation with a new method.
"Ah...I'll say it. I'll say it...you have to do it..." Natsuko said, twisting her buttocks in embarrassment!
"Please lick my...Natsuko's vulva." "Hehe...very good, I'll lick it for you." Shirai said with satisfaction, and then gave her vulva a light kiss, like the greetings between Europeans and Americans.
"Ah...no..." Natsuko twisted her buttocks from side to side in dissatisfaction.
"Hey, if you can say that now, I'll lick... Natsuko's vulva is better than Miyako's or Mom's, so please lick it hard and love it to your heart's content." Shirai's tone became abnormal again, and at the same time, his shrunken penis began to swell and regain its hardness. "How can you... compare it to Miyako's or Mom's..." "Won't you say it?" "I'll say it, but if I say it, you have to make me do it." "Quick... say it quickly..." "Natsuko's vulva... is better than Miyako's... Mom's vulva, right? So please lick it hard... love it to your heart's content..." After hearing Natsuko's words, Shirai excitedly licked her vulva, sucking her labia into his mouth and sticking out his tongue to lick the wet slit.
"Ah... okay..." Natsuko groaned, supporting her body on her toes, tightening her thigh muscles, and making her calves even harder.
When his tongue entered her vagina, Natsuko twisted her buttocks wildly. Shirai's tongue was longer than that of an average person; both Mom and Miyako had read his name, and his tongue skills were first-rate.
The vaginal walls felt like they were covered in sand as I entered, indicating it was a rather exquisite organ.
She made soft, lewd sounds, sucking on the overflowing nectar.
"Spread your legs wider, lift your buttocks." To allow the tongue to penetrate as deeply as possible, I rearranged her position. I removed her glasses and placed them on the edge of the sink.
"Ah...ah..." As Natsuko arched her back and spread her thighs, I roughly inserted my thumb and forefinger to pry open the opening, then inserted my tongue.
I enjoyed the soft touch of the mucous membrane, twisting the tip of my tongue deep within the opening.
"Good...this is the first time I've felt this good..." Natsuko trembled, feeling something she had never experienced before. When I forcefully inserted my tongue, it reached the cervix. I licked the cervix with the tip of my tongue, and Natsuko felt her mind go blank.
"Ah...ah...good...good..." She squeezed out a moan from her throat, expressing her pleasure.
"Now I'm going to do something even better for you, Mom... use your fingers to pull your vulva open like this. Shirai told Natsuko to use her hands to pull her labia majora apart.
"Is this okay?" Natsuko raised her buttocks and used her fingers to pull her labia apart, waiting.
"Very good. Pull them apart like this." Shirai gripped his huge penis and stood up.
"Ah... ah..." Natsuko anticipated the moment when the 20-centimeter-long penis would be inserted from behind.
The two labia formed an oval arc, revealing pink, wriggling mucous membranes. The urethra was also pulled apart, showing signs of contraction, indicating the level of Natsuko's excitement.
"It's coming!" Natsuko didn't understand what Shirai meant at that moment.
"Ugh..." Shirai made a soft moan.
"Ah... ah..." She thought he would insert his erect penis, but instead, Shirai sprayed urine onto her opened vulva, spraying from a distance of less than 20 centimeters.
"Ah...ah...ah," Natsuko cried out, a mixture of surprise and shame. Her fingers continued to pull her vulva open; the stimulation from this unusual act numbed her mind, rendering her unable to think.
After a long ejaculation, Shirai strained his lower abdomen, increasing the water pressure and stimulating her vulva.
"It'll be sticky, let's wash it clean." After urinating, Shirai made Natsuko squat down, immersing her buttocks in the water.
Shirai put on his glasses and squatted down as well, Natsuko still facing away from him.
Shirai reached into the water and began washing Natsuko's vulva, rubbing her labia with his fingers, seemingly enjoying the sensation. "How does it feel when you pee there?" "You're always so unpredictable," Natsuko replied, wriggling her buttocks, her tone slightly coquettish.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" "Mmm..." "You definitely will, it's getting more and more comfortable, isn't it?" Shirai said, inserting two fingers into her vagina.
"Ah...no...no..." "What do you mean by 'no'?" "I can't hold it in anymore..." After being sprayed with urine, Natsuko felt aroused again, wishing a penis would be thrust into her immediately, her heart itching with desire.
"Does Natsuko need to pee?" Shirai misunderstood, but it wasn't entirely wrong; Natsuko did feel the urge to urinate because she had caught a chill in the water.
"Yes, so take your fingers out, I'm in the pool." Before inserting a penis, she still urinated first, Natsuko didn't correct Shirai's misunderstanding.
"You can't pee in the pool?" Shirai suddenly shouted, his fingers still inserted in her vagina when he stood up, so his buttocks were also pulled up.
"Ahhh..." Natsuko spread her legs, raising her buttocks high like a horse.
"I want to see how she pees." Shirai shouted, pulling at her labia with his fingers, revealing her vulva.
"Ah... I'm so embarrassed..." "Actually, you'd be even happier if someone watched." "This..." "I want to see the moment it comes out of the hole, so hurry up and splash it on my face." Ah... he wants me to pee on his face, how could this person ask me to do such a thing? Natsuko found it unbelievable, but for some reason, she felt excited instead.
Ah... that's good. He can bring his face so close to my vulva.
At this moment, Shirai was waiting there for the moment the urine came out of his urethra.
I really want to do that, to pee on a man's face, I really want to do that... to let him see the urine coming out. Suddenly, the urethral opening swelled slightly, the original crack became a hole, and yellow urine suddenly gushed out.
"Ah... ah..." Warm urine sprayed on Shirai's face, because he was wearing glasses, he didn't need to close his eyes. Shirai watched the urine fly out with a smile.
"Ah... you saw it..." Natsuko's excited voice was a little hoarse.
"After doing this, I can't hold back anymore." "I can't either, the stimulation is too intense, my heart is aching... Hurry up and give it to me... Put it in from behind like this." Natsuko turned into a bitch, her mind filled with pink mist, her whole body surrounded by pleasure and sex, her vulva was melting with heat, frantically pursuing the penis.
"Are you satisfied with my cock?" "Yes, I want it, hurry up and put it in." Natsuko twisted her buttocks and demanded. Shirai took off his glasses and washed his face with the water from the sink.
"Women are all lustful as ever." He put his glasses back on, his glans aligned with the entrance of her vagina, and he gripped her buttocks tightly with both hands.
"Ah..." "Can you put it in yet? It won't stop once it's in." "
It's okay... hurry up..." Shirai's lower body finally thrust forward. The 20-centimeter-long cannon slid into the wet, fleshy hole. "Ah, so good..." The long-awaited feeling made Natsuko scream ecstatically.
The giant rod began to make long-distance thrusting. Not only was it long and thick, but the rod also had a considerable degree of curvature, so it produced intense friction during thrusting.
After rubbing against the vaginal folds upon insertion, it was thrust all the way to the root in one go, the cervix being flattened by the huge glans, and the rectum was also stimulated with each thrust.
"Ah..." Completely different from her husband's penis, its length and thickness were incomparable, Natsuko looked up at the night sky, her back arched upwards.
As the huge rod entered, her full breasts swayed, and the curves of her abdomen rose and fell like waves.
"Ah..." Shirai's whole body arched backwards, the rod thrusting violently upwards from below. Although he ejaculated twice, such intense movements, if it were an ordinary man, probably wouldn't be able to maintain for more than ten minutes.
"Ah..." The penis pressed against her cervix. Natsuko stood on her tiptoes, her beautiful buttocks arched upwards. Perhaps due to her regular exercise, the curves of her long legs were reminiscent of European and American athletes.
Her brows furrowed, her beautiful cheeks contorted, her face flushed, and the tip of her tongue peeked out from her open mouth—a very seductive expression.
Ah, so good... Why do I still feel such intense sensuality even after being violated by a man I hate... Please thrust harder... Please tear my vagina apart.
"Ah... You're going to break it..." Her labia wrapped around the penis, moving in and out of her vagina with each thrust. A soft, lewd sound came from her vagina.
"Miyako likes to thrust hard, while Mom likes to writhe inside." Shirai's movements were indeed dynamic, their lower bodies pressed together, rotating in large circles at the same time.
"Ah... Ugh..." The glans pressed against the cervix as a fulcrum, then rotated. The vaginal opening surrounding the penis felt as if it had been enlarged two or three times.
As the cannon rubbed against the granular opening, Natsuko's brain nerves went numb.
"I'm going to cum!" Natsuko quickly reached orgasm.
"Hey... this feels good, doesn't it?" Their lower bodies pressed together began to rub, the circular motion stimulating her labia majora with Shirai's pubic hair.
"Ahhh..." With Natsuko's wanton moans, Shirai changed tactics, preparing to bring Natsuko to her peak of sensuality from behind.
"Ugh... ugh..." When it reached the base, it would definitely hit the cervix. Natsuko was intoxicated by the pleasure, but remained composed, not ejaculating.
The squelching sounds of thrusting echoed in the school's courtyard, indicating powerful piston-like movements.
"Ugh... ugh... ugh..." When it hit the cervix, Natsuko moaned from deep within her throat, her hair disheveled, her full breasts swaying incessantly.
"How does this feel?" Shirai's right hand, which was gripping her buttocks, reached forward, found her clitoris, peeled back the foreskin, revealing the sensitive clitoris, and pressed down hard with the pad of his middle finger.
"Ah!...Ah..." Her clitoris was engorged with blood, swelling to its limit. Shirai was rubbing and rotating it with his fingers, and of course, he didn't stop his piston-like movements. The intense thrusting almost made Natsuko's legs float in the air.
"I'm coming..." Natsuko roared at the night sky.
Receiving her second orgasm of the night, Natsuko was completely powerless in a sweet intoxication.
"I told you, once I start, I won't stop." Shirai pulled out his penis, but pulled Natsuko out of the pool and onto the grass.
"Ah...Please let me rest for a bit..." Natsuko swayed and squatted on the grass.
"Don't whine here!" Shirai stopped yelling and took off his white clothes.
"I know, I'm the only one who came first, you haven't...I'll let you do it...I'll rest for a bit." "Let me do it." Shirai's face twitched.
"It's because it was too intense just now, and without rest, your body won't be able to take it...I can do it, but let me rest first." Natsuko was careless and forgot Shirai's purpose.
"Did I say we'd enjoy illicit games together? Did I say we'd have intimate sex?" "Ah..." Natsuko hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand. The thought of the censorship, plucking pubic hair, fireworks, enemas followed by defecating under her son's desk filled her with fear.
"This is punishment for you, not the same as normal sex between a man and a woman!" "Let me go... I'm sorry..." Natsuko's face was pale as she desperately apologized, but it was too late. Shirai's right hand grabbed Natsuko's hair.
"Ugh... Ugh..." "It hurts..." Ignoring Natsuko's screams, Shirai made muffled groans and swung her hair across the grass.
"I'm sorry... I promise you everything, please forgive me." "Okay, don't forget that." Shirai pulled Natsuko closer and sat cross-legged on the grass.
His massive member, still twenty centimeters long, stood erect, and he ordered Natsuko to ride on it, face to face.
"Before I say yes, you have to keep wiggling your buttocks." "Like this...is this okay?" Natsuko adopted a face-to-face position with Shirai, placed her hands on Shirai's shoulders, and began to lower her body gradually.
"Yes, use this position to swallow the penis, and then wiggle your buttocks." Shirai grasped his huge penis, waiting for her wet vulva. When the moist mucous membrane touched the glans, he let the glans rub back and forth in the flesh groove.
"Oh...ah..." When the flesh groove was rubbed, the labia were stimulated, and the clitoris was rubbed, Natsuko's body began to experience pleasure again.
"What rest...just doing this makes you moan non-stop." Shirai aligned the glans with the entrance of the flesh hole, and Natsuko's buttocks continued to droop downwards, welcoming the penis to enter.
Being led in by someone else and by herself felt different; the stimulation from different angles spread throughout her vulva. When it entered about twelve or fourteen centimeters, the penis began to rub against the vaginal walls.
Natsuko squeezed the vaginal walls tightly while swallowing the penis twenty centimeters in.
"Ah...ah..." Due to the intense orgasm from before, Natsuko's sexual sensibilities were immediately aroused.
"Yes! Slowly and forcefully twist like this. You absolutely cannot stop or rest." Shirai hugged Natsuko's slender waist. He gently stroked her back with his palms and licked her ears and neck with his tongue.
"Ah ah..." Without Shirai's command, Natsuko's buttocks began to twist rhythmically, increasing the speed of swallowing and spitting out according to her own desires. This request was exactly what Natsuko, who had become a bitch, wanted. Shirai
hugged Natsuko's body tightly, her soft breasts pressing against his shoulders.
"How much do you feel? Answer with your tongue." As he spoke, he breathed on her ear, his tongue circling from her ear to her cheek, and then began to demand a passionate kiss.
"Mmm...mmm..." When the man's tongue entered her mouth, Natsuko responded with a sweet nasal sound, and she also actively wrapped her tongue around him, indicating that she also had this kind of sensuality.
Shirai held Natsuko's head with his left hand and stroked her back with his right, pouring copious amounts of saliva into her mouth.
"Wriggle your ass harder!" After fully enjoying the kiss, Natsuko changed positions. Carefully preventing his penis from slipping out, she straightened her legs from a cross-legged position and lay supine on the grass.
"Is this okay?" Knowing that the riding position was appropriate, Natsuko coordinated with the man's movements, straddling Shirai.
She opened her mouth, her honey-dripping vulva meeting Shirai's hairy crotch.
They remained close together, and she began to wriggle her ass. The friction of her pubic hair and flattened labia against Shirai's thick pubic hair felt incredibly pleasurable.
Natsuko actively writhed her ass, enjoying the sensation of their genitals rubbing against each other.
"Ah, that's great..." Her vaginal opening was filled with a thick, hard penis; the slightest change in how she moved her hips brought a variety of sensations. As her clitoris rubbed against her pubic hair, a current of pleasure surged through her back.
Shirai silently let Natsuko do as she pleased, admiring her sexy body.
Her eyes were slightly closed, her lips parted slightly, and the way her body trembled was enough to stimulate anyone's brain. Her body bent slightly forward, her full breasts swaying, her long legs spread wide—she was undeniably sexy.
"Ah...ah..." Natsuko twisted her hips, her sexiness intensifying. To achieve a greater orgasm, her hips rose and fell incessantly, her labia tightly wrapped around the penis.
When she supported herself with her knees, the thrusting distance increased; when she lowered her hips, her cervix received the pleasure of the glans's impact.
"Ah...uh..." Natsuko's moans grew more rapid as she continued to shake her hips.
Her beautiful brows furrowed, her hair flew everywhere, her full breasts swayed in front of her chest—at this point, she absolutely wouldn't stop until she reached the climax.
Despite this onslaught, Shirai remained remarkably composed, carefully observing Natsuko's wanton appearance.
"I want you to wiggle your ass before I say yes, and then you'll reach orgasm all by yourself again." After saying this, Shirai hugged Natsuko's buttocks tightly from below, and then, in coordination with Natsuko's movements, thrust his penis upwards forcefully. "Ah...ah..." Natsuko's upper body arched back, letting out a scream. Shirai
not only wiggled his buttocks in coordination with Natsuko's, but also changed the position of the glans penis rubbing against the uterus and vaginal walls.
The thrusting distance was greater than before, and when the penis withdrew from the vaginal opening, it continued until the glans reached the opening, and then it was thrust in all the way with all its might.
The erect penis rubbed against the vaginal walls, finally reaching the cervix, and the intense pleasure shot straight to the top of her head.
"I'm...I'm going to cum..." Natsuko roared like this every time.
Already overwhelmed by orgasm, when she tried to lift her buttocks away from the penis, Shirai hugged her buttocks tightly and continued thrusting.
"Oh..." Her mind went blank, yet her uterus still throbbed with intense pleasure, a powerful electric current coursing through her body—it was pure, unbearable pleasure.
After twenty minutes of this, Natsuko finally rolled her eyes and passed out, her body limp as she collapsed onto Shirai.
"It won't stop just because you've passed out," Shirai muttered to himself. With his penis still inside her, he changed to a normal position, lifted her onto his shoulder, and continued thrusting, maintaining a steady rhythm.
Soon after, Natsuko awoke from her unconsciousness. She realized her body was still aroused; not only her lower body, but her entire body and brain were completely numb.
Nearly an hour had passed since he began penetrating her from behind in the pool, and Natsuko had experienced countless orgasms. Even so, changing positions would generate new sensations—an instinct that a woman's body couldn't change.
"Ah...please spare me..." This man's stamina was truly remarkable; she wondered how that widow Miyako had trained him.
"Is your milk awake yet? I told you, you can't stop wriggling your ass until I say 'okay,' and you actually fainted..." "Ah... please spare me..." "No! This is just the beginning, I haven't ejaculated inside your vagina yet." After saying that, Shirai sped up his piston-like movements.
The vagina was already a wet and sticky swamp, and even if she wanted Shirai to ejaculate quickly, the vagina was too weak to grip his penis.
"Ah... no..." Natsuko shook her head desperately, but when Shirai started to thrust rhythmically again, her desire was immediately ignited, and her whole body began to tremble.
Ah... amazing... what should I do... even more sexy than before... ah... Natsuko bit her lip to stop herself from making any lewd noises, feeling her uterus swell. With each thrust, pleasure traveled from her back to her brain.
Ah... my vagina feels so good... it feels like it's melting... Natsuko was surprised by her own thoughts, when did I become a woman who could say such things... she thought to herself, but her body's excitement was even higher, and she wished she could shout these lewd words out loud.
Ah… Natsuko’s vulva… her wet vulva… scream out loud like this man’s mother or Miyako. The pleasure of screaming like that is indescribable.
The thought of this made her heart almost explode.
“Ah… ah… um…” Natsuko desperately tried to suppress the desire.
“Um… I want to cum too…” Shirai lowered his legs from her shoulders. He hugged Natsuko’s body tightly.
When she felt the unity of having sex with the man she loved, Natsuko could no longer hold back.
“Ah… can’t you wait any longer and ruin my vulva…” Natsuko said, hugging Shirai tightly; otherwise, the intense shame would make her disappear.
“I’m going to fuck your vulva to a pulp.” Hearing Natsuko’s lewd words, Shirai thrust even more violently.
“Ah… that’s great, make my vulva feel even better…” Natsuko’s body experienced an unprecedentedly powerful orgasm, all her orifices expanding and then contracting.
"Ugh, it's coming out!" With those last words, Shirai thrust violently into Natsuko's vagina.
"Ah...it's melting!" The two, like lovers, embraced tightly, plunging into the sea of orgasm.
As Natsuko climaxed, Shirai collapsed, limp and powerless, onto the woman's naked body.
Natsuko gently stroked Shirai's back.
Perhaps because she had spoken those lewd words so readily, her hatred for Shirai had vanished. If he made another mistake, Natsuko was willing to forget everything. But she desperately wanted to know why he chose to humiliate her. Of course, this man's abnormality was influenced by his mother and Miyako, but why he chose Natsuko remained a mystery.
Was this plan in place from the time they met at the parent-teacher conference, leading to an instant attraction to Natsuko?
That must be it; there was no other reason.
Natsuko stared blankly at Shirai, hoping he would finally say, "Because I love you!" At that moment, Shirai walked over, retrieved the firework that had been inserted into his anus, and planted it vertically in the ground.
"There's something I must ask you." "What is it?" "What happened tonight… Why did you do this?" Shirai silently lit the firework.
"Why did you choose me?" "It's punishment." "Why punishment?" Natsuko assumed it was a punishment for women; he had fallen in love with her after seeing her, so he chose her as his object of affection—she was confident of that.
However, Shirai's answer surprised Natsuko.
"It's because your son forgot his science homework, so this is the punishment." Natsuko almost doubted her ears, stunned and speechless. At that moment, the firework soared into the night sky, drawing two large halos, one pink and one red, across the heavens.

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