After-school tutoring by female teachers

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The female teacher's after-school tutoring

Chapter 1 Rape

Chapter 2 School scandal

Chapter 3 Garage ceremony

Chapter 4 Collar parade

Chapter 5 Photo reappearance

Chapter 6 Commemoration of humiliation

Chapter 1 Rape (1)

Miho Nakajo felt a sharp pain in her left wrist. In fact, it wasn't just her wrist; her whole body ached, from
her thighs and right waist, especially her abdominal muscles, which were stiff as if twitching. This was
something .

She opened her eyes hazily and stared at the ceiling above her familiar kitchen.

She had to wash away the semen in her body as soon as possible; she was thinking about this all the time, but her body
wouldn't obey her commands and she couldn't move at all. Under the rolled-up top, her beautiful nipples were exposed, and her skirt
was pulled up to her waist, revealing her delicate abdomen and pubic hair and labia. Her legs were spread open
to the left and right , and she still couldn't muster the strength to close them.

The other party was Nachi, the only son of the Takazuka family next door.

Miho's husband, Nakajo, and Nachi's father, Takazuka, were subordinates and superiors at the Kanto Bank. They
were close chess rivals, and Takazuka often invited Nakajo to their home or personally visited him to challenge him to
chess games.

At that time, Takazuka showed no airs of superiority whatsoever;
in , like a benevolent elder.

This made the couple feel inferior to him, not only because of their
matchmaker, but also because, for the thirty-year-old Nakajo, being able to live next door to Takazuka was thanks to the financial assistance he had provided when building their
small house Takazuka had given them without a second thought.

Therefore, if this rape were to be made public, everything would be destroyed.
Although the victim was Miho, the perpetrator was one of her students, and his mother was the vice president of PTA;
thus , things were not so simple.

Yuko, the mother, was a typical upper-class mother, enthusiastic about education. She doted on her only son, Nachi, and while
she was incredibly nagging about his schoolwork, she was terribly lax about everything else.

She seemed more arrogant than most people, even
acting as if she had done Miho and the others a great favor by allowing them to live in such an upscale residential area, constantly implying that Miho and the others should be grateful to her. Her
arrogant attitude was blatant.

If Yuko knew about this, she
would surely speak out, especially since it was her own son; she would definitely deny the truth. And she might even say, "You seduced our Nachi."

No! She definitely would say that.

Nachi wasn't exactly a diligent student. His academic performance was below average in his class, making
him a problem student with questionable conduct.

However, perhaps he still had some fear of his mother. Although he hadn't completely joined a group of delinquents,
smoking at school and skipping classes were commonplace. It was entirely predictable that he would succumb to external temptations and fall into
depravity .

If such unpleasant facts were told to her mother, Yuko would surely scoff and wouldn't listen
.

Miho wasn't entirely without fault either. Nachi was often
invited to their home by the couple during her holidays. But it was always Nakajo who initiated the invitations, his unexpected enthusiasm sometimes leaving Miho
bewildered .

Perhaps it was out of affection for his boss's son! But in reality, every time Nachi was invited, Nakajo
was engrossed in his Go match with Mr. Takazuka, leaving Miho to attend to Nachi.

Especially since Nachi's eyes would often, intentionally or unintentionally, glance at Miho's body; she often felt
him stealing glances at her chest.

She assumed this was just a normal reaction from a developing high school student; she was used to
that kind of , so she wasn't entirely careless.

An hour ago, Nachi unexpectedly came alone. It was Sunday, still some time before evening.

"Teacher, I have something I want to talk to you about,"

Nachi said, looking dejected. Miho thought she roughly knew what he wanted to talk about. Three days ago, Miho
had witnessed her high school students buy super glue in the downtown area and ride motorcycles to a building in the suburbs.

Some of her colleagues might have pretended not to see it, but as a life guidance teacher,
Miho couldn't ignore it, so she called a car and followed them.

Reaching the third floor, Miho was immediately horrified by what she saw. Male and female students in uniforms
sat on wooden beds, blowing and exhaling air from plastic bags, all looking dazed.

Among the group of young students, several were Miho's high school students. Everyone stared blankly at
the ceiling . She even found Naji in this group.

Meanwhile, students from other schools also noticed Miho.

"Who is she? Who brought this guest?"

Many people looked towards the source of the voice.

"She looks like a nice-looking auntie!"

"Wait, no! She's our school's physical education teacher."

The speaker was Omori Junko, who had dyed and made up her hair.

"What's the PE teacher doing here?"

"Nakajo is a life guidance counselor."

"Wow! This is serious."

"She might be suspended!"

"A week's suspension would be too harsh!"

The students joked amongst themselves.

"How old is she?"

someone asked.

"What does it matter? She's beautiful, has a great figure, and a sweet voice. In our
school, one in two people drools over her alluring figure!" The one

who said this was Minamimura Shigeru, the leader of the delinquent group.

At this moment, the boys all stood up.

Miho couldn't help but shrink back in fear, after all, she was outnumbered and powerless against this group
. So she ran downstairs in the blink of an eye.

"Please come in! I'm making tea now."

Seeing Naji's attitude, she opened the door.

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"Did you report what happened that day to the school?"

Nachi, sitting at the dining table, called out to Miho, who was boiling water.

"Do you want me to do that?"

"Don't joke around, I haven't been able to sleep."

"Then... don't make the same mistake again."

"So, you're letting me off the hook this time."

"Just this once!" Miho walked back from the kitchen counter, speaking decisively.

Nachi stuck out his tongue, his face beaming with undisguised joy, and said, "I... I've already told everyone that the teacher seems
cold, but is actually very gentle, never speaks ill of others, and is a really good person."

"Stop trying to sweet-talk me, I don't appreciate it."

"Don't be so cold, I actually have something else to say."

At that moment, Miho didn't notice that Nachi had stood up.

"The teacher is truly the best person. If anyone had done anything to harm the teacher at that time,
I would have definitely helped the teacher. I bet my life on it." As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed Miho's hand, which was holding the small
stove .

Miho was startled and looked up abruptly.

"Do you know why? Because I want to possess the teacher." He said, using his other hand to lift
Miho 's chin and pressing his lips to hers.

It all happened so suddenly that Miho was momentarily stunned as she accepted his kiss.

His tongue slipped into her lips, and Miho struggled, but the boiling teapot in her hand acted
like handcuffs, restricting her movements.

Any rash movement would inevitably cause the scalding water to splash out. And she couldn't put it down immediately. So his
thin lips lingered on Miho's for quite a while.

Finally, he released Miho's hand from the teapot. Ignoring the danger of splashing hot water, Miho hurriedly
placed the teapot on the stove. Just then, his hand forcefully wrapped around her white shirt and embraced her
hips.

Because of her profession, she was stronger than the average woman, but Nachi's wrist strength was surprisingly strong. He
kept kneading her buttocks and then, unruly, slid his hand down from her waist, reaching
under the orange-red skirt.

Panting, Miho hurriedly pressed down the sides of her skirt. Because her back was pressed against the kitchen counter and
her abdomen was blocked by Nachi's body, there was no room to turn around.

Nachi was also unable to easily roll up the skirt. So he released his hand that was holding her chin and moved it
to the skirt.

"Ugh... Takazuka-kun..." Miho cried out to him as she exhaled. The skirt had been rolled
up to her inner thighs.

"Not bad... Teacher..." Nachi whispered in her ear, panting.

"No, let go..."

"What... I like you... really!"

Nachi's sincere tone ignited a glimmer of hope in Miho's heart.

"Then let go!"

"No!"

"Please let go!" Miho repeated, trying to remain calm. Quickly, Miho pulled away from Nachi
's body when he wasn't looking.

"Go home!"

"Why?" Nachi looked miserable, as if revealing anger.

"I'll pretend this never happened, so please go back." Miho
said, trying to lower her increasingly loud voice.

"I don't want to go back."

"You can't do this."

Their eyes met, and Miho couldn't help but breathe heavily.

"In short... go back..." she said, shaking off Nachi's hand.

Just as she was about to escape, Nachi grabbed her wrist.

Perhaps if she relaxed now, the situation might change.

But Miho was also a little anxious. She involuntarily exerted force on her right wrist, so Nachi
pulled .

"No...let go..."

She twisted Nazhi's hands away with all her might, but in the blink of an eye, Nazhi grabbed Miho's waist
as she tried to escape.

"Wait!" Nazhi shouted, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

Caught off guard by the sudden embrace from behind, Miho's body lurched towards a fall.

"Ah..."

Miho's body slumped against Nazhi, and she cried out.

In that moment of surprise, Nazhi rolled up her skirt again. This time,
he grabbed her thighs even more ruthlessly, exposing her buttocks.

Her thighs, clad in pantyhose, encased her rounded buttocks, which were quite alluring.

Nazhi pulled Miho's hands behind her back, hugged her upper body even tighter, and pulled
down both her stockings and pantyhose.

"Ah..."

Miho was stunned as her buttocks were suddenly exposed. Being raped is no laughing matter. Rather than trying to
preserve her virginity, protecting her life is the most important thing—that's what she thought.

But in just a few minutes, her lower body was stripped naked. And her breathing became
very rapid. She had unknowingly exhausted most of her strength. Perhaps it was
the tension brought on by excessive fear that had almost drained her energy.

And Naji, who was straddling her, deftly removed the belt from her pants and pulled the rag away.

"Ugh...no..."

Miho began to cry for help, but even so, she could not get help from the neighbors. Because
one side of her house faced the road, and the other side was right next to the Takatsuka family's garden. But perhaps Naji
would stop because she was screaming.

Just as she was shouting for help, the belt was wrapped around her throat, two or three
times from the throat upwards, and Miho's face was tilted upwards.

"Cough...cough..."

Miho suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe, and tears welled up in her eyes as she coughed. Her hands
were bound by a leather belt. At that moment, Naji pulled down his underwear and
slid his erect penis between Miho's legs.

"Ew!"

The burning heat and hardness made Miho's vision blur.

Still coughing slightly, she braced her hands on the edge of the bed, but Naji's legs were
tightly . Normally, she would resist, but in this position, she was powerless to resist.

"Ugh..."

The tip of his fiery penis touched her buttocks, and Miho let out a muffled cry, moving her body forward. Luckily
, the position was wrong; it had touched near her anus.

In her haste, she couldn't find the entrance. The penis hit the wall a second and third time, as Miho
continued to move forward.

"Ugh..."

She bumped into something above her head—a food cabinet—and there was nowhere left to move.

She then inserted three fingers of her right hand into her mouth, coating them with saliva, and smeared them between her plump, fleshy buttocks.

"Ah..."

The sticky sensation sent a shiver down Miho's spine.

She touched the penis again, this time finding the entrance. In her anxiety, she frantically
twisted her waist, which ironically revealed the correct location.

He tightly embraced her waist, which was wrapped around her rolled-up skirt, and thrust his powerful penis inside.

"Ouch!" Miho cried out, her head, bound by the belt, twisting in an instant. A

fiery, burning penis brutally thrust into her vagina, the pain
assaulting .

The young, beastly lust was uncontrollable; he thrust with abandon, and with
the body of his deeply admired female teacher, his excitement only intensified.

The penis, already halfway in, suddenly felt as if its tip had touched her cervix due to Naji's exertion
. Miho felt an intense, steel-like discomfort, even her throat felt tight.

Miho's back arched, and Naji began to writhe.

In nine years of marriage, she had never accepted a male body other than her husband, yet now it had been violated and ravaged by her student, who lived next door
. Her chastity as a wife had been trampled upon like this; the sudden
blow left her speechless with grief.

At this moment, the young Nachi embraced her shoulders, brushed her hair aside, and panted as he vigorously
thrust his penis.

Nachi had never experienced such ecstasy. He felt Miho's body was as soft and sweet as her round, full
buttocks .

He had made love with two high school girls so far, but this time felt different. Although her vagina
wasn't yet lubricated, her body was so warm and slippery. It was a subtle sensation he had never felt before.

And that wasn't all. Her hair, partially obscuring her face, exuded a captivating
scent unlike any other high school girl's—a fragrance born from expensive perfume and an air of elegance and maturity.

With each thrust of his penis, every cell in Nachi's body felt a surge of joy and exhilaration, as if it were about to
leap. He began to move his hips even more violently—no! His penis was now at its peak
.

Nachi moaned loudly; her white, beautiful breasts looked so alluring, as if they were about
to melt him away.

Suddenly, he tightly embraced Miho's back, and then his whole body convulsed as he ejaculated. While indulging in his
fiery desire, he twisted his waist forward two or three times, and finally, as if he had run out of energy, he lowered his head to Miho
's back, and his body also clung tightly to her.

(3)

Soon after, Naji slowly pulled his penis out. Although he had just ejaculated,
he found it incredibly alluring to be lying face down on the female teacher's fair buttocks and the skin between her mature thighs.

Naji pulled his underwear and white pantyhose down to his ankles and took them off completely.
Then he put them in the pocket of his sports shirt, and then turned Miho's shoulders over so that her face was facing him, and he kissed her.

"I like you... teacher..."

Naji pressed his lips against hers again, and Miho, who had already relaxed, couldn't help but frown and close
her eyes tightly.

Naji kissed Miho's lips heavily. Under normal circumstances, a man's reaction after ejaculation
will become calm no matter what. But for the impetuous high school student, after his initial burst of energy, he
calmly began to savor the beautiful female teacher's body.

Naji's tongue swirled inside his lips, even teasing Miho's motionless tongue. He tried
to use his tongue according to techniques he'd learned from books, but felt incredibly clumsy.

Naji then raised his head, staring intently at Miho, before pressing his lips to hers again. He pulled her
white blouse from under her rolled-up skirt, down to her armpits. Her fair breasts were
suddenly exposed.

Naji eagerly grasped her high, firm breasts. He seemed to be testing their elasticity, staring at
Miho 's face, kneading them a second and third time.

"So big… is it an E-cup?"

Among the male students at school, the size of Miho's breasts was always a topic of endless discussion.

"Can I look?"

Miho turned her face away, closing her eyes. Unexpectedly, tears welled up.

He raped her first, yet he still asked her about this. She felt he was a despicable child, and
at she felt extremely ashamed that she had been violated by such a child.

Nachi's fingers touched the pubic hair below.

"No..." Miho began to stop Nachi's hand.

"Let go of my hand... teacher..." Nachi stared at Miho in a threatening tone.

"If you don't let go, I won't go back."

Miho reluctantly let go of his hand. In fact, if Nakajo returned at this moment, both of them would be in trouble, not
just her. But the young man's reckless behavior terrified Miho.

"I want to see teacher's breasts."

Nachi pushed the cups up.

"Ah!"

Miho reflexively covered her breasts with both hands. Without saying a word, Nachi pushed her hands away, and in those
few seconds , two large breasts came into view. They looked so full and mature, and the nipples had
a delicate pink hue.

Nachi's throat gurgled as he gripped her breasts tightly. His
large hands couldn't fully contain the two protruding peaks, and he pressed them upwards again, seemingly overjoyed,
kneading them incessantly.

Nachi, until now, couldn't do such things so freely. And a high school student's bust size and fullness couldn't
compare to Miho's. No matter how he kneaded them, he felt as if they wouldn't damage or hurt her, and...
As if there were no chance of rejection, Nachi felt a liberating sense of freedom, able to so thoroughly arouse a man's desire. This
was the first time Nachi had truly experienced this feeling.

He traced the rounded areola to the tip of her nipple, taking it into his mouth. He brought his lips to hers, making sucking sounds, and
swirling his tongue around the nipple.

Miho's hand hung on Nachi's wrist. She slightly opened her eyes, but quickly frowned.
Her body, accustomed to her husband's caresses for the past nine years, seemed to feel a mixture of
fear and novelty at the touch of another man.

After licking her left breast, his tongue moved to her right nipple, sucking
incessantly from the tip to the entire areola, then down to the area below. He

caressed her breasts with the enthusiasm of a young child playing with a new toy. In truth, for
Nachi , the female body was indeed a novelty, arguably the most alluring and
desirable thing in the world at that moment.

For Miho, this was an experience unlike anything she'd ever had before. Even now, her husband, Nakajo, still loved her deeply,
for which she was grateful, but it couldn't compare to the persistence and passion of Nachi.

Nachi slightly raised his head, his areolas and nipples covered in sticky saliva.
Yet, he remained intensely interested in Miho's breasts, finding them irresistibly alluring with each suckle
, his youthful desire almost uncontrollable.

Nachi's right hand lifted her left leg, his burning penis once again touching her bare lower abdomen.

For a moment, Miho froze. Hadn't he just ejaculated? At least Nakajo wouldn't recover so quickly.
Perhaps Nakajo had been focused on work lately, ejaculating only two or three times a month. And young men were
so energetic; Miho had only just realized this.

She couldn't let him succeed a second time. Once could be excused as unintentional, but a second time
was unforgivable. And if there was a second time, there would definitely be a third.

“No… Takazuka-kun…” Miho used both hands to stop Nachi’s movements.

“If you don’t let go, I won’t go back.”

“Please… stop this.” Miho pleaded, looking at Nachi.

“If you don’t let me do it again, I’ll tell Mr. Nakajo that I had sex with my teacher today.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Really, my teacher’s body is really amazing, I mean it.”

“…”

If Nachi were an adult, there wouldn’t be much to worry about, but the problem was that he was usually the kind of person whose emotions fluctuated, which
deepened Miho’s unease.

“What’s the difference between having sex once or twice? If you let me do it again, I absolutely won’t tell anyone, or
should we make today’s events public?”

“No… no… absolutely…”

Miho couldn’t help but shout. Even if Nakajo knew the truth, there probably wouldn’t be any solution, right?

Given Nakajo’s personality, he certainly wouldn’t dare to take any revenge on Takazuka’s son, who was like a benefactor to him.
The result would probably only be the two of them crying their eyes out. That’s why this matter had
to .

“Then… let go… let me make love to you.”

Miho sighed deeply. She knew that if she didn’t let go now, Nachi would force himself on her. She hadn’t refused the first
time , and resisting again was probably impossible. Miho felt incredibly tired.
This nightmare felt like it had lasted an eternity.

“Okay, this is the last time, okay?”

“I know…”

Nachi impatiently pushed Miho’s hands away.

“Definitely!” Saying this, Nachi’s penis began to penetrate.

“Ugh… ugh…” He began to thrust in and out of her vagina.

“Ah…”

He thrust at different angles at the entrance, making the impact very strong.

Miho closed her eyes tightly, relaxing her body. Perhaps this would lessen the pain.

Nachi released her left leg, put his hands under Miho’s armpits, pressed against her lower abdomen, and carefully looked at
Miho’s face.

The first time, she had been too hasty and it was over in a daze. Now he clearly
felt that he was indeed holding Miho's body, making love with the female teacher he had long admired. And the woman's body
was so beautiful and sweet; he truly realized it now.

"So good… Teacher…"

Naji, propped up on his elbows, moved closer to her lips in ecstasy. To prevent Miho from pulling away again, he quickly pressed her
hands down, pressing his lips firmly against hers, ignoring her tightly closed lips, and thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

Naji wrapped his arms around her shoulders and began to slowly sway his hips.

Naji's penis, full of youthful strength and heat, thrust vigorously in and out
of her vagina, the tip seemingly touching her cervix. Each thrust, mixed with the fluid, made a sound. Upon hearing this, Miho's
unease intensified.

Despite her heightened emotions, Miho kept her brows tightly closed, her nails digging into the sheets in struggle.

Nachi's movements became more intense, like paddling in water. He couldn't help but groan, like a
mad beast. Nachi began to swing vigorously, his fiery penis attacking fiercely. A wonderful
feeling stretched from his lower limbs all the way to his genitals. Perhaps because of the passion of his first time, Nachi didn't ejaculate immediately
, but instead swung even more vigorously.

Finally, it was over—Miho breathed a sigh of relief.

Nachi, panting, stood up and straightened his shirt and pants. Unexpectedly, he took out
a small disposable camera from his pocket and pressed the shutter one after another. Looking at the stunned Miho, he
revealed a devilish smile and quickly left the scene.

*** Miho finally sat up
, brushed her disheveled hair, and looked around. The underwear and pantyhose that should have been taken off
could not be found . She slowly stood up, pulled on her clothes, put on her skirt, and walked towards the bathroom.

Chapter Two School Scandal (1)

While cooking, the phone rang. Wiping her hands on her bib, Miho picked up the wall-mounted
receiver.

"Hello...this is the Nakajo residence..."

"It's me."

"Hello?"

"It's me!"

"Ah..."

"Your student who loves you, teacher."

"..."

Miho felt a little dizzy for a moment.
Her husband, , looked at her strangely.

"Hello! Who is this?"

"Is Mr. Nakajo here?"

"Yes..."

To avoid showing her expression to Nakajo, Miho naturally turned her back to him.

"You two will be having dinner soon, right? Okay... I'd like to
have dinner with you, teacher, face to face."

"Hello... I don't know... I don't know what brings you here..."

"I like you... I love you..."

"..." Miho sighed.

“Teacher, you have to say something too!”

“I…I know.”

“Is that all? The sex we had just had was amazing. It was the first time I’d ever experienced such wonderful sex
. Every time I think about it, my penis gets hard again. Do you think it’s good, teacher?”

“No…no…”

“Hmm? Then Mr. Nakajo is better, right?”

“…”

“Are you going to have sex tonight? It’s Saturday night again, and you’re a married couple.”

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t be shy, just do it.”

“I’m busy right now.”

“Okay, I understand. I’ll call back later. I love you…teacher…”

Miho put the receiver back without saying a word and walked back to the kitchen counter.

“Who called?” Nakajo asked, sitting cross-legged in his chair.

“Someone wanted to invite me out.” As she spoke, she clearly felt herself covered in cold sweat.

The second call came when she had just finished showering and was combing her hair in her bedroom on the second floor. She
quickly picked up the receiver. Nakajo was downstairs watching a Western movie.

"Teacher, can we meet tonight?"

"Ah...no..."

"Are you still going to make love with Nakajo?"

"Didn't I tell you already? It's so annoying, calling like this all the time."

"The photos from this morning are developed."

"..."

"They're pretty good, teacher's face, breasts, and of course..."

"Shut up..." Miho involuntarily screamed hysterically.

"We can meet after Nakajo falls asleep. Call me. I'll give you my phone number, don't
worry , it's my personal phone."

Miho reluctantly wrote down the phone number on a tissue.

"You have to call! Otherwise, I don't know what will happen to that photo." "

..."

"You understand?"

"Yes..."

"Then let's try it out. Teacher, stand by the window, holding the phone."

Although surprised, Miho followed the instructions.

"Open all the windows."

"The windows too..."

Miho's eyes naturally fell on the second floor of the Takatsuka family's house next door.
The second floor , but all the lights were off.

"Can you see me? You can't, but I can see you very clearly from here. The blue robe suits
you so well, you look so pretty."

Miho hurriedly pulled the front of the robe tighter.

"It would be better if you didn't cover up. What kind of underwear would you wear tonight?"

"..."

"Pull open the robe, let me see."

"Takatsuka-kun...you're going too far..."

"Don't you want a photo?"

"But..."

"Hurry up..."

The sinister voice was deafening in Miho's ears. Miho lowered her head, her hands trembling, and slowly
unbuttoned the robe. The knee-length robe naturally slit open on both sides, and black underwear was vaguely visible.

"It's black, pull it open a little more, I want to see more clearly."

"..." Miho pulled the robe's straps down to her armpits.

"The underwear is also black."

"Ah!" Her freshly washed black hair covered half of her face, hanging down to her full breasts.

"Do you always wear black?"

"No..."

"Then... is it because you're going to make love with Nakajo tonight?"

"N-no... I don't know..."

"Seeing how alluring you are, teacher, there's probably no one who wouldn't want to make love, okay... if you want to, then make love,
but the window has to be open."

"This... this can't be

..." "It's okay..."

"But..."

As she spoke, Miho noticed someone opening the dormitory door.

"Coming, I'm hanging up."

"You have to obey orders. "

Before he could finish speaking, Miho hurriedly returned to the dressing table. With her back to Nakajo as he walked in, she quickly buttoned
up her bathrobe.

"Who called?"

"Ah... a friend..." Miho suppressed her unease and said, "I finished watching the video."

"Hmm... not very interesting."

Nakajo leaned close and hugged Miho's waist from behind. His wavy hair brushed against her ear, and his lips touched hers.

"Mmm..."

Miho couldn't help but tremble. It was Nakajo's usual caress, but a light kiss
couldn't immediately fill her mind with pleasure.

Nakajo pressed his lips firmly against hers again in the same spot.

"Mmm..." Miho closed her eyes, her consciousness momentarily blurred.

Nakajo quickly slipped one hand under her bodice, pulling up the hem to her thighs
.

"Ah... wait... wait a minute..." Miho twisted her body, trying to stop Nakajo's hand.

"I can't wait any longer."

Nakajo turned Miho around, facing his lips, which he could kiss countless times without ever getting tired of them, and
sealed them with his own again. Their lips alternated in sucking, as he unbuttoned the front of her bodice.

Miho stopped his hand .

"They can see from outside."

Nakajo continued kissing intently, reaching for the window shutter.

"Ah... it's a bit hot, maybe we should turn off the light..."

"Okay!"

Nakajo casually switched off the switch by the bed, and all the lights in the room went out at once. However,
the small lamp on the small table remained lit. Nakajo's hands hurriedly began to remove his bodice. Miho was still fully conscious; she believed
Naji must be watching this side with binoculars. Even with only a small lamp on,
the outlines of their bodies and their pale skin must still be clearly visible through the window.

Nakajo looked at Miho's body, which was only wearing a bra and panties, and couldn't help but kiss her lips again.

"Tonight is wonderful!" he said sweetly, while gently kissing her ears, neck and
hair with his tongue and lips.

"Ugh...ugh..." Intense pleasure slowly filled his mind. Miho's brows furrowed slightly, and she let out a weak
moan. Miho let out a shy and explicit cry. The more she dared not let Naji know, the more it stimulated Miho's
pleasure .

Nakajo licked her ears, and Miho's face was almost distorted. Her legs were also a little weak
.

(2)

Nakajo's hands finally unhooked the bra and pulled down the shoulder strap. Miho instinctively tried to cover her bulging
breasts . Nakajo couldn't help but gurgle in his throat. He was deeply attracted by the lines of her body, and
the sultry atmosphere of the night further fueled his burgeoning desire. Even though they had been married for over nine years,
the shy, timid way she exposed herself before him only aroused his tenderness. Nakajo
pressed down on Miho's hand, bringing his lips to her beautiful nipple. Not very tall, Nakajo only needed
to bend slightly, without even turning his face to the side, to kiss her. His tongue lightly traced the areola, and he gently
nibbled at the nipple with his teeth.

Miho's body seemed to be an erogenous zone; usually, Nakajo
would
kiss her entire breasts in this way, but today, surprisingly, her reaction to his gentle nibbling was weaker. So Nakajo nibbled at her nipple three times more intently than usual.

"Ah…ah…"

Miho finally couldn't take it anymore and nestled against Nakajo's shoulder. An almost numbing pleasure surged through
her body . Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and her juices were so abundant that they even soaked her pantyhose.

While biting one of her nipples, Nakajo's fingers slid down to her lower abdomen, inside her daring black pantyhose,
kneading her full buttocks.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Miho felt pleasure from her husband's caresses, yet also felt incredibly shy. Now, only Miho remained
naked in her black pantyhose. Looking at Nakajo through the small lamp on the table, he was now also completely naked.

Nine years of constantly playing with and watching her body hadn't diminished his love for Miho; on the contrary, it had grown stronger with each passing day.
And Nakajo, seemingly wanting to prove his love, went to lick and kiss between her toes. Nakajo knew his wife was aroused
. Therefore, his hands didn't want to leave her body, especially since it was Saturday. He carefully licked
each her toenails.

"Ugh...ha..." The inside and edges of her ears, all the way to her breasts, were also sensitive areas within Miho's body.

"Oh...oh..."

Ignoring Miho's rapid breathing, Nakajo's lips continued to move from between her toes, down her thighs, and
up to the edge of her panties. Miho felt uneasy. Although her body was so familiar with her husband's techniques and
caresses, and it was Saturday, she couldn't say she wasn't looking forward to tonight's pleasure, but she felt that
the way passion was ignited tonight was so different.

"Ah..." Miho took a deep breath.

Nakajo's lips sucked on the inside of her knees, then moved to the inside of her thighs. Miho immediately rolled
over, slipping one hand into Nakajo's hair. Her

full thighs, the most sensual part of her body, were a veritable erogenous zone. So, Nakajo's technique
wasn't any different from usual. Perhaps it was because she realized someone was watching outside the window, and a
sense of tension rose within her, making her more sensitive than usual today.

At the same time, this evening, Miho had received a man other than her husband for the first time, and the impact on her body was
considerable . Therefore, she originally didn't want to receive her husband again on a night like this. Because she had already betrayed her husband's
body, she was instead overwhelmed by a sense of humiliation from his caresses.

Nakajo's touch aroused her skin more and more, but in doing so,
the scene was vividly unearthed from her memory.

But now she was unable to stop. Nakajo's lips and tongue moved incessantly, the intense sucking bringing
her increasingly intense pleasure.

"Oh...oh..." Miho began to moan and cry out, and Nakajo finally stripped off her
last remaining pantyhose.

In the nine years of their marriage, his caresses of his wife's labia had only increased, without diminishing. Therefore, for Nakajo,
this was arguably the most pleasurable beginning of their sexual encounter. And his wife's figure had remained completely unchanged in those nine years;
her appearance, temperament, and her slender figure, which she had always been proud of, were the envy of all. Although her skin was no longer
as delicate and smooth as it had been during their honeymoon, the growing maturity and beauty
she something to be savored without growing tiresome.

"Ah...ah..."

In an instant, Miho's chest heaved, her entire body trembling. Her already wet labia
, and her engorged clitoris, stood erect as if welcoming Nakajo's caresses.

Nakajo couldn't help but gasp, his expression one of deep pleasure and elation. Those thighs, that body,
that beauty, and her elegant demeanor, coupled with those labia that seemed to anticipate his touch—they were
the very source of his abundant love. Nakajo kissed her labia alternately, left and right.

"Ugh...ugh..." Miho's moans grew louder, and her full body trembled even more violently.
Hearing Miho's distressed cries and the alluring sight of her disheveled hair, Nakajo became even more excited, extending his tongue to
her clitoris, like a red pearl.

"Ah...ah..."

Miho's waist throbbed. This sharp attack made her thighs tremble violently. Nakajo's
tongue repeatedly licked and kissed the tip and inner side of her clitoris. Miho was already intoxicated with pleasure, tears
welling up uncontrollably. Just one more thrust seemed to bring her to the peak of ecstasy.

Soon, Nakajo's lips kissed her swollen labia more passionately, a touch even slightly painful, yet this only
fueled Miho's intense arousal.

Leaving her clitoris, Nakajo's lips quickly entered her labia,
sliding his agile lips up and down in the warm, narrow space.

"Ah...ah..."

Miho, her body trembling violently, seemed impatient, arching her back to fully accept his tongue.

Nakajo's tongue, having been immersed in the fiery nectar for a long time, finally lifted its head.

The couple actually had intercourse twice a month, but Nakajo would caress
Miho —a decision he made shortly after their marriage, shortly after his car accident. Even though he had lost his male function,
being only in his twenties, Nakajo had no reason to lose his basic libido. In fact, he had a
persistent !

However, Miho's beauty and excellent figure
were a crucial reason why Nakajo could caress her body tirelessly every night.

Moreover, he wasn't completely impotent; rather, the speed of his sexual function recovery
varied . He could still ejaculate, although the shape and size of his penis were much smaller than before the accident.

Because of this, Nakajo dared not slacken in pleasing his wife sexually. Although he could now ejaculate
daily , he tried to limit himself to twice a month, usually resorting to caressing.

Meanwhile, the daily caresses were especially effective at arousing his wife's erogenous zones, particularly during their actual intercourse on the second and fourth
Saturdays .

"Ah..."

Miho cried out as soon as Nakajo's penis touched her vulva; he'd never seen her so wanton.
Seeing Miho's reaction only fueled Nakajo's excitement.

As if Miho had been waiting for this moment, Nakajo slid his penis into her vagina.

"Oh...oh..."

Miho eagerly placed her hands on Nakajo's neck, the wetness of her vagina tightly
enveloping his penis. The feeling of his penis being tightly enveloped sent a surge of pleasure through Nakajo, his thighs extending down to his toenails
.

Nakajo began to move his body, very restrainedly guiding her to the peak of pleasure.

Miho's nails gripped Nakajo's shoulders. The impending explosion of desire had pushed Miho to
a state of complete ecstasy; she thrust her hips forward, pressing against Nakajo's abdomen to get even closer to his penis.

“Ah…”

Finally, Nakajo’s penis released semen. Miho also pressed her waist against his and kept rubbing, letting out a
joyful moan.

“Ah…” She breathed again.

“So good!” Nakajo pressed his lips to hers again to express his love. Miho’s body was still tightly pressed against
Nakajo, and she was reluctant to let go for a long time.

(3)

Miho glanced at her watch. That was in front of the ○ line station. It was about two o’clock. The trams
had long since stopped running and there was hardly a person on the road. After confirming that Nakajo was asleep, she called Nachi and was
called here.

“Here… teacher…”

Unintentionally, Nachi appeared in the small park on the opposite side of the road. She took a shortcut, caught up with
Nachi, and entered the park.

“Takazuka-kun… don’t mess around anymore…” Before she could finish speaking, Nachi lifted her chin and kissed her
lips.

“Ugh…”

He grabbed the resisting Miho and forcefully pressed her down onto a bench in the park. He grabbed her
shoulders , his other hand reaching inside her breasts.

"Ugh...no...don't..." Miho shook off Nachi's hand. But Nachi ignored her, gripping her breasts,
then lifting her skirt and caressing her thighs.

"No...Takazuka-kun..." She frantically struggled, reaching to pull at her clothes.

"Don't get in the way...Teacher..."

"Please...please...I beg you..."

"Don't you want that photo anymore?"

"Ah..."

"How about it!"

Miho finally released her hand. Nachi then boldly reached inside her bra, caressing her thighs and pantyhose
.

"You kept your promise!" Miho blushed, the reason she wore the girdles was because of Nachi's instructions.

"What color is it?"

"Ah...the color you said."

"Then what is it...I'm asking you..." Nachi's fingers moved to the edge of the pantyhose, Miho's voice
trembling.

"Black...black..."

He pulled Miho's one-piece bra open all the way down to her lower abdomen. Beneath the black pantyhose, indeed, lay a pair
of black panties shaped like an inverted triangle. Naji's eyes were fixed on them sharply.

"It's different from the one before,"

Miho stammered, "The same...the same..."

"Don't lie. The one you wore before had lace trim."

"Ah...but it's the same black..."

"Didn't I tell you to wear the one you wore before?"

"..."

Of course she knew, but the one she wore before, thanks to her husband's caresses, was already soaked with her own juices,
and she didn't have the courage to wear it again.

"This is it too!" Naji unhooked her bra to confirm that she was wearing the right bra.

“You’re completely ignoring what I say. I’ll get more photos developed on Sunday and
distribute them at the school and in the neighborhood.”

“Wait…wait a minute…Takazuka…please don’t do anything rash…please consider my position…I…I’m
your teacher…and I’m married with a husband…”

“Since you’re my teacher, you have a promise to keep, and you can’t forgive me. Didn’t I tell you not to turn off the lights
? It made it difficult for me to see clearly.”

“That…that’s my husband…”

“I don’t want to hear any excuses from you, this uncooperative attitude.”

“…”

“Just wait until Monday.” Nachi strode towards the exit.

“Wait…wait a minute…I beg you…forgive me…I apologize for not keeping my promise…really…”
Miho covered her chest with one hand and pulled down her skirt with the other, chasing after Nachi.

“Takazuka-kun…please forgive me…I won’t make the same mistake again…”

Nachi suddenly stopped and turned around.

“Really!”

“…”

For a moment, Miho didn’t know how to answer. She didn't really want to say those things, but she came here
to persuade Nachi that their entangled relationship couldn't continue. That was her
firm decision.

"What's wrong?"

"It's...it's true..."

"Okay...let's give it a try." Nachi took Miho's hand and led her to the public restroom in the small park.

(4)

"Take off your clothes." Nachi commanded as they entered the men's restroom.

In the dim light, Miho leaned against the wall, timidly reaching out to unbutton her one-piece flesh-colored undershirt.

"Then... you have to give me back the photos..."

"If you do as I say, I'll give them back to you."

"When?"

"When the teacher listens to me!"

"I promise!"

"Hurry up and take them off. The teacher has to prove it with actions!"

Miho lowered her eyes and began to unbutton them. Although no one would see her here, the park restroom
still felt more tense and humiliating than at home. The one-piece undershirt she had been holding to her chest was
quickly snatched away by Nachi.

Miho curled up and took a big step back. Her naked body, now only wearing a black bra, a camisole, and high heels
, made her fair skin appear even more alluring. Although her body had been violently violated during the day
, this was the first time I'd seen her completely naked and so close up. And unlike
during the day , her hair, which had been styled in a bun, now flowed down her chest, adding to her mature
womanly charm.

I took a deep breath and surveyed her entire body from head to toe. I'm used to seeing the beautiful bodies of young models in videos and magazines
, and should have vivid memories of them, but compared to Miho's body, she
seemed rather lacking.

Of course, in terms of skin elasticity and delicacy, she couldn't compare to a young model. But after nine years of marriage, she still
possessed such a slender and shapely figure; anyone would find it irresistible. The beauty of a young woman is
undeniable , but to maintain such a figure and possess such mature beauty is truly remarkable.

"Take off your bra too."

For a moment, Miho raised her head, but quickly lowered it again, silently reaching out to unhook the back straps,
pulling down the shoulder straps and taking off her black bra, but immediately placing her hands in front of her chest, refusing to let go.

"Your hands are in the way... teacher..." Naji removed the bra, raising her voice to command.

Miho's trembling hands then left her chest, hanging down to her abdomen.

Although she had seen her full breasts during the day, the memory was somewhat hazy, and Miho was lying on her back
then, making the feeling slightly different from seeing it now. Those round areolas, and the prominent, pink, beautiful nipples—
every part of her body, besides possessing a mature beauty, also maintained such a beautiful shape, which
was very new to Naji. At the same time, the image of Nakajo sucking from the window was even more clearly vivid
in her mind.

"Teacher...it feels good to be kissed on the breasts, doesn't it..."

"..."

While looking at Miho, Nachi took off his backpack, stuffed his single bra and bra inside, and took out a rope
and a dog collar with a lock.

"Hold out your hands."

"What...what are you doing?"

"Tie me up! How can I do it if I don't tie you up?"

"Wait...wait a minute...don't tie me up...I'll do as you say..."

"You can't trust what the teacher says."

"But...but I let you look at my naked body like this."

"But you didn't answer my question obediently. I asked you what it felt like to be kissed on the breasts?"

"So-so..."

"Didn't you feel great when Mr. Nakajo sucked on them just now?"

"So-so!"

"I don't seem to have that kind of reaction when you're with me!"

"Then...that's being raped!"

"Mr. Nakajo's technique is amazing!"

"I think it's so-so."

"So-so would have that kind of reaction?"

"Because he's my husband!" Miho was speechless.

"You feel something when you're with your husband?"

"Yes...yes..." Nachi's face turned hostile, and he grabbed her breast.

"Ah!" Miho reflexively twitched her body, then stopped writhing.

"But your body has betrayed your husband."

"..." Miho frowned.

"If only you had told Mr. Nakajo, that you'd even made love to your own student twice?"

Nachi's hands tightened, kneading her breasts like a dough ball. Before the daytime, she had
confidently that no man other than her husband had ever touched her breasts, but now they were being
wantonly violated by the hands of this student who lived next door.

No! In reality, he was testing whether Miho would succumb to this violation and beg for mercy, or
resist. Miho silently gritted her teeth and endured.

"Open your legs, teacher..."

As soon as Miho opened her legs, Nachi began to knead her from behind, starting from her buttocks, while simultaneously inserting his fingers
between her thighs—a rough and blush-inducing caress.

His fingers disappeared between her thighs, and then Nachi sucked on her nipples with his lips, moving from her neck to
her lips . After kissing her upper body, seeing that Miho didn't move, he said, "Now it's the teacher's turn
."

He placed his hand on Miho's shoulder and pointed to his genitals. "I want you to kiss me!"

Miho looked up in surprise.

"What are you looking at! Hurry up and take it out!"

"..." Seeing the bulging crotch of his jeans, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and start pulling it down.

Since her husband's car accident, oral caresses had no effect, so Miho hadn't
done this kind of oral sex.

The erect penis was stiff, even pulling it out was difficult. The penis that was finally pulled out was right in front of her, making her
feel a little afraid. It wasn't just big. It was a stiff, thick shaft that seemed to have a steel core,
with a tender red color, standing up imposingly. The thing that was penetrating her body was so huge.

"Are you comparing?"

Miho hurriedly reached out to touch the penis.

"Compared to Nakajo's, which is bigger?"

"Well... I... I don't know..."

"Oh? Then try putting it in your mouth!"

Miho hesitated. She hadn't touched a man's hot, throbbing member in her hands in the past nine years.
Was it really okay to have something so big in her mouth? For the first time, she felt uneasy.

"Hurry up. Or do you want me to tie you up?"

She closed her eyes, her lips touching the tip of his penis, and opened her mouth to take it in. Just then, a strange...
A surge of pleasure washed over her. Slowly, she began to writhe up and down, a strange surge of pleasure and sensation coursing through her body. Miho
was startled; had her intercourse with her husband just been a sham? Otherwise, why
was experiencing this reaction?

"Deeper, don't just stop,"

Miho lowered her eyes, obeying his instructions to bury her mouth even deeper.

"Ugh...ugh..."

The hard, hot male glans rubbed against her lips, palate, cheeks, even reaching her throat, causing her to moan
involuntarily . Miho brushed her hair behind her ear and began to thrust even more vigorously.

Slowly, sweat beaded on Miho's forehead, her chest heaving more violently, yet she still maintained a relaxed
and carefree demeanor.

“Don’t forget, this is my third time. How can I possibly come if I’m going this slow?
The actresses in AVs are much better at it! But you’re a married woman now, aren’t you? Put in a little more effort and let me have a good
time !” Miho began to suck along the inside of the penis with her tongue.

Although she was a married woman, she hesitated to have her student perform such explicit oral sex.
Moreover, she hadn’t had much experience in this area in the past nine years, so she wasn’t quite sure how to do it well. But technique
aside, she still had some of the skills she had learned to please her husband when she was newly married.
She had to satisfy him as soon as possible, otherwise, if it dragged on, the lingering passion from her previous intercourse with her husband
might be rekindled.

So she carefully sucked from the left side of the penis all the way to the tip, then
slowly , and kissed it again from right to left. Then her tongue moved around while
her left hand gently stroked the scrotum.

Unbeknownst to her, she reached into Miho's hair. Miho used all her strength to
rub the glans of his penis with her tongue, then gently bit it with her teeth, and finally covered it with her lips. Using the already burning penis as
the axis, she moved her lips up and down at will.

She herself seemed to feel that the remaining desire in her body was about to be ignited again, ready to be released.

Whenever the glans of Nazhi's penis reached the depths of her throat, Nazhi would always groan loudly.

Suddenly, Nazhi's hand grabbed Miho's head, and the penis buried in her mouth suddenly became even more erect.
With the gushing semen, Nazhi's lower limbs also vibrated.

Nazhi pulled his penis out.

"Swallow it, teacher..."

Miho hesitated for a moment, but still obediently swallowed the overflowing semen into her throat.

(5)

"I'd better put a collar on you."

Miho raised her face in surprise.

“Wait a minute… I’ve heard everything you said, haven’t I?”

“I’m not going to tie your hands, it’s fine.”

“Why do you have to wear that thing?”

“Wearing it makes you look sexier!” Nachi brushed aside her long hair and placed a red choker around her neck
.

“Everyone at school is spreading rumors like this. If I slept with Ms. Miho, who knows what kind of gossip would spread.
If they knew that I made the teacher wear a choker and then took off her clothes to have sex with me, they would all be so envious of me!”

“That’s too much!”

“That’s how it is, it shows you’re popular…” Nachi pulled on the lock attached to the choker, making Miho stand
up.

“But none of them know how beautiful the teacher’s breasts are!”

As he spoke, he began to focus on kissing her nipples.

“Ah!” Miho trembled.

“Give me your hands.” Nachi overlapped two ropes and hung them in front of her chest.

"What are you doing?"

"It's a shame to cover them up, I want to make them stand out even more..."

The rope was positioned above her nipples, then wrapped around her back, making her breasts swell even more, tightly stretched against
the rope. Perhaps her breasts were quite full, because despite the rope clinging tightly to her skin, she only felt a slight
pain.

"Hey...it hurts...it's uncomfortable..." Miho said, touching the rope on her chest.

"Don't touch it. It's this painful look that makes it sexy."

Miho glared at Nachi resentfully.

"Let's go for a drive." Nachi took the lock and headed towards the exit.

"Taka...Takazuka-kun...could it be..." At the exit, Miho grabbed Nachi.

"Are you planning to stay here?"

"Give me back my clothes."

"No...Teacher breaking the promise will punish you." Nachi dragged her, but Miho didn't resist
. Finally letting go, Nachi said, "Look... what kind of attitude is that? You said you'd do as I said,
but you immediately rebelled."

"But... this is too much... how are we going to get out like this?"

"Then... you can stay here until dawn. Or you can walk back alone."

Nachi sneered and slowly walked out of the park exit.

"Ah..."

Staying here, there was no way anyone would come to save her, no! Even if someone came to save her, if others knew
she was like this, it would be the death of her, and in the middle of the night, walking back home would take twenty minutes
, which would be tantamount to suicide.

Miho ran towards the exit, chasing after Nachi. As soon as she came outside, her embarrassing state of being naked became even more
apparent , even more so than the shame she felt in the bathroom.

"Please... Takazuka-kun... I'll listen to whatever you say, but please give me back my clothes." She
pleaded with Nachi, who was putting on a helmet.

“I’m going to test your sincerity now. Follow me.”

Nachi, straddling the motorcycle, glanced at Miho and started the engine.

“Ah…wait a minute.”

Nachi looked in the rearview mirror, ignoring Miho’s desperate pursuit, and accelerated the motorcycle.

Miho ran as fast as she could. If she hadn’t been regularly training, she definitely wouldn’t have been able to keep up. And she
was high heels.

After the first turn, Nachi maintained a speed that Miho could keep up with, and then turned another corner. There was a residential street
next to them . Fortunately, there were no cars or pedestrians, but the motorcycle engine was very noisy. If
someone were to stick their head out of a window at this moment, it would be terrible. Just thinking about it made Miho lose the courage to live.

“Please spare me…please…” After turning another corner, the motorcycle finally slowed down and they arrived at the park they had been in.
Ahead. Miho, panting, placed her hands on the back of the motorcycle.

"It feels good to jog occasionally wearing only pantyhose, doesn't it?"

"What...what's so fun about that?"

"Get on! You must be tired!"

"Give me your...clothes..."

"If you don't want to sit...just stay there!" Then she started the motorcycle again.

"I...I'll sit..."

But the motorcycle didn't stop.

"Jump on...teacher..."

"I...I can't..."

"Then run!"

Miho tried to straddle it, but suddenly the motorcycle accelerated again.

Miho tried two or three times with almost all her might. Her legs and heart were at their limit. To gamble on one last
chance, Miho tried jumping.

Just then, the motorcycle suddenly accelerated away.

The impact sent Miho tumbling to the ground. She could

n't get up. She really wanted to stay like that.

Hearing approaching footsteps, Miho trembled and tried to stand up. Even so, her body
wouldn't obey her . "Ah...it's too late." Miho closed her eyes.

The footsteps stopped just above her head. A lock was dragging on the ground. "Let's go...
Teacher ..." Nachi said coldly, locking the lock on her and walking out.

"Ugh...wait...wait a minute..." Miho said, crawling
after . Although it was night, walking like a dog in a residential street wearing only pantyhose was incredibly
humiliating, almost driving Miho to a madness.

After following the motorcycle for about thirty kilometers, Miho staggered to her feet.

"Please spare me!"

"The night is still long." Nachi roughly pulled on the rope.

“The collar suits you quite well.”

“Please…please give me some clothes to wear.”

“Not yet…come sit down…”

Naji urged her to get on the motorcycle, and Miho complied, saying, “Why…why are you doing
such ?”

“To punish you for breaking our promise. And after being abused, the teacher looks really sexy.”

“Damn it!”

“You are terrible, but you can’t do anything to me!” Naji shouted loudly and started
the motorcycle .

(6)

After about thirty minutes, they stopped in front of the high school where the two of them came every day. Miho said in surprise, “What…
what are we going to do?”

“Didn’t we already decide? To have sex.”

“No…don’t…” Miho couldn’t help but cry out.

“What kind of attitude is that…teacher…” Naji’s almost cold voice lifted her chin.

“How about…do it somewhere else…for example…for example, at a hotel?”

Although these words should not come from the teacher’s mouth, Miho could only persuade Naji in this way.

"Don't you like being at school?"

"Absolutely not."

"Then...then I'll humiliate you at school!"

"Ah!" Pulled by the collar, Miho followed Nachi into the wire fence inside the school.

In the dead of night, the school was deserted. However, there were guards inside.

"If you're discovered, you'll be in big trouble!"

"Then blame the teacher, who told you not to cooperate!"

"..." Nachi untied the rope around her chest and wrapped it around her wrists.

"Hands...don't tie my hands..."

"Is this punishment...or do you want to stay at school like this?" Miho lowered her head, her hands obediently bound.

"Can you feel anything, teacher..."

"Huh?" Miho didn't know what he meant, looking at Nachi.

"Your nipples are hard!" Miho was shocked and hurriedly tried to cover her breasts with her bound hands.

"Don't cover them." Nachi pushed her hands away, staring at her lecherously.

"Liar...liar..."

Miho shook her head frantically in embarrassment. In fact, after having sex with her husband, she was immediately called out and given
oral sex , her remaining lust was reignited, and she had no way to deny it.

Wearing a collar and only black stockings, riding a motorcycle through the streets, and
enduring curious and mocking glances from oncoming and parallel vehicles, the physical and mental impact undoubtedly stirred a turbulent wave within
Miho .

And it was a shameful secret she couldn't even tell her husband.

"But your nipples are so hard, and they've become pointed."

Nachi's fingers deliberately pinched her nipples on her full breasts, as if trying to pluck them off.

"Ah!"

Miho couldn't help but tremble. Miho was completely unaware that her nipples, hidden beneath the ropes, were already
engorged .

"Being tied up feels shameful, but you actually like it, right?"

"I...I hate it...I don't like it!"

"Then why are your nipples hard!" Nachi began rubbing her entire breast.

"That...that's because...it's cold when you're naked." Miho stammered.

"Ugh...ah..."

Miho gritted her teeth, trying desperately to endure the forceful rubbing. Nachi's caresses were
as brutal and savage as when he raped her. But Miho's body had unknowingly stopped feeling cold.

Nachi, holding the rope binding her hands, walked towards the center of the school.

"Ah..."

"Lift your face, and your chest must be lifted too." A branch had somehow slipped off her face.

"Ouch... Ooh..." Miho felt a sharp pain on her face and body, and her naked body trembled.

"Jogging on the sports field is the teacher's best sport! Let's start by running a lap around the sports field..."

"..." Miho stood on the dark school's sports field, blankly looking around.

"Answer me!" Nachi hit her buttocks with a branch.

"Run... run... okay..."

"Okay... I understand, answer like that." Another slap.

"Yes... yes... I understand..."

Miho hurriedly nodded in response, Nachi squatting behind her, about thirty centimeters away, holding the rope.

"Come on, we can start."

Nachi mercilessly whipped her buttocks, which were covered by black pantyhose.

Miho dragged her heavy steps and started running—no, it was more like a jog than a run
. But! She had to keep going no matter what, and Miho desperately took her first steps.

Although it was something she, as a teacher, was usually good at, she felt an indescribable humiliation at this moment. To avoid being
seen , she had to finish quickly. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't run fast. The fatigue from earlier still lingered;
ever since the moment she was raped during the day, Miho's body and mind had been in a state of tension. Therefore,
the 200-meter race walk felt incredibly long—a first for her.

Especially her ankles and calves, which felt stiff.

"How are you feeling?"

"Please spare me!" Gasping for breath, Miho weakly pleaded with him.

"Then… now crawl a lap."

"No… impossible." *Thud*, a branch struck her thigh again.

"If you don't hurry, it'll be morning soon." Miho knelt dejectedly on the track, pressing her untied hands
to the ground. Looking at the sand of the race track, she bit her lip as she walked. Unconsciously, tears welled up in her eyes.

“Teacher…you’re crying…”

“I suddenly looked up, and there she was, standing right next to me. Just halfway around the field.”

“Yeah!”

“You feel sorry for yourself?”

“Yeah…being tortured like this…”

Naji, holding the leash, said, “The way the teacher looks when being tortured is really cute.”

“Ugh…” Miho frowned and closed her eyes.

“I’m going to torture the teacher again.” Naji straddled Miho’s back in one breath, her legs dangling in the air.

“The teacher is a horse, a mare.”

“So…so heavy…” Miho cried out as her back was crushed by the weight.

“Move forward!”

“I can’t!”

“You want to betray me?” Naji waved the branch without backing down.

“Go!” Naji, sitting on her back, swayed her body to urge her on.

“Ah!” Miho felt like her whole body was about to collapse, but she still gritted her teeth and started crawling.

“You can’t do it, can you?” Naji put her feet, which were originally under her armpits, on Miho’s shoulders.

"Eek!" With her feet straddling her shoulders, Miho's burden increased, and though she barely managed to support herself, her
arms trembled uncontrollably.

"Too slow. Run, faster!" The branches whipped wildly.

"Ugh...ugh...stop hitting me..." A numbing pain assaulted Miho's body.

"Ugh..."

Even the joints in her waist felt like they were about to collapse. But she had to persevere and finish.

"If you fall down along the way, just go around again."

As she spoke, Nachi lowered her hand to her chest, clutching her breasts, while her other hand slipped inside her pantyhose, caressing
her genitals.

"Ah!"

Reflexively, her body stiffened, and Miho almost lost her balance, crying out. But
at this moment, ignoring Nachi's caresses and focusing on walking was the best course of action.

Nachi twirled her nipples with her fingers, while her other hand rubbed her labia. She was drenched in sweat.
And yet, while performing such strenuous exercise, a strange, burning heat surged within her.

Finally, Miho finished the 100-meter race like a mare, but collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

"As expected of a PE teacher, I'll reward you!"

Tapping her thigh with a twig, Miho finally stood up, trembling, and was carried by Nachi to the school entrance.

"So sexy… teacher…" Miho closed her eyes, utterly exhausted.

"Teacher… it seems you feel something!"

Miho slightly opened her eyes, and seeing the two saliva-covered nipples on her chest, she gasped in surprise.

"Ah!"

Nachi's hands were now heavily enveloping and kneading her breasts, and a
sweet sensation suddenly welled up within her. Miho's strength seemed to return. Nachi's caresses had stirred a strange excitement
within .

She wanted to resist, but her body reacted against her will.

It was impossible for Nachi's skills to suddenly become so advanced, but Miho's flustered reaction
filled Nachi with confidence.

There was no need to rush; with gentle caresses, Miho would definitely feel it… Nachi told
herself this as she focused her tongue on licking and kissing her nipples.

“Ah…oh…” Miho's upper body began to tremble violently, a technique she had learned

while spying on the Nakajo couple's bedroom through binoculars . Nachi's tongue first kissed the areola, then gently enveloped the erect nipple. At the same time, her other hand kneaded her breasts, while the other stroked from her armpit down to her lower abdomen. “Mmm…” Nachi's fingers slipped inside her pantyhose onto her full buttocks, slowly stroking down with her middle finger, then slowly sliding back up. This was a method her husband had developed over the years to explore Miho's erogenous zones. Therefore, it was only natural that her body would react. However, even with the same caresses, the sensations were subtly different , and there was a sense of novelty. Her body seemed to readily accept the humiliation from Nachi, and the physical reaction seemed even stronger than the guilt of betraying her husband. Rape was irresistible, but her body's reaction . Nachi's fingers slid inside her pantyhose, pressing against her sweaty pubic hair. "No—" Miho cried out inwardly , the wandering fingers stimulating her sensitive desire, igniting it within her. "So hot…and so wet…" Nachi's fingers probed the entrance to her labia, looking at her face. Miho's white naked body flushed red with despair and shame. "It's nice, isn't it…Teacher…" "Stop…" Miho pleaded weakly. "You wanted it, didn't you? So I'll put it in!" Nachi's black pantyhose, clinging to her waist, were pulled down to her ankles. He also pulled down his jeans , crossing his legs. Nachi's crotch touched Miho's genitals. Miho couldn't help but wonder, hadn't she just ? Including the rape that evening, that was twice, but now Nachi's youthful energy was surging and throbbing, standing proudly erect. The hot tip of his penis pressed into the inner folds of her labia, and for a moment, a sweet anticipation and excitement suddenly welled up inside her. This was the third time, and Nachi seemed to know her body structure inside and out. And the penetration of his penis...

It became very smooth, and she accepted it immediately.

Miho gripped Nachi's wrists with both hands. She felt a little breathless. Compared to her husband
's penis a few hours ago, Nachi's seemed much larger, harder, and more substantial.

Nachi thrust his hips upwards. Miho screamed, her fingers gripping Nachi tightly.

Her high-heeled feet trembled, and when the tip of his penis touched her cervix, she instinctively tried to pull away,
but it was futile. Nachi thrust his penis deeper, their pubic hair rubbing against each other.

"Ugh... ahh..."

The mature body of a married woman, combined with the vigorous vitality of youth, seemed to be gradually becoming intoxicated by
the blissful pleasure of intercourse.

Nachi began to writhe, and the movements became stronger and more rhythmic.

"Hey... does it feel great?" Nachi whispered beside her with an ecstatic expression.

"Yes... yes..." Nachi kissed Miho's lips.

"Ugh..."

Nachi slowly twisted his waist. The rape of the evening was merely to satisfy his own desires, simply to indulge his
animalistic lust. But now, he was testing Miho's reactions from time to time, enjoying the subtle touch of flesh.

Miho also reacted differently. She began to swing her waist with her right leg, pressing her waist closer
to

Unconsciously, she seemed to be intoxicated by Nachi's youthful energy and abuse, and in fact, the penis that was
constantly entering and exiting had indeed ignited the fire of Miho's lust.

Actually, it would be a lie to say that her sex life with Nakajo was completely satisfying in the past nine years, but she
had never had any thoughts of being unfaithful. And Nakajo loved her deeply, and that was enough.

But at this moment, her body had betrayed her husband. Her body was
drowning .

"Teacher... stick out your tongue..."

Nachi stroked Miho's hair, all the way to her cheek. Miho looked at Nachi in surprise.

“I want to kiss you, I want to suck your tongue.”

“…”

Miho’s throat gurgled. After Nachi’s gentle caresses, her previous resistance was
completely different , and she gradually felt a kind of pleasure.

“If you don’t do what I say, I’ll leave you here…”

Miho timidly stuck out her tongue. Nachi’s tongue rubbed against her own, then licked from the
sides . Miho frowned slightly. She never thought that the sexual desire hidden within her could be aroused like this,
and she also didn’t expect Nachi to have such delicate skills. Their tongues intertwined like snakes.

“Oh…oh…” Miho unconsciously raised her face even redder, and a groan came from her throat. “Ugh…

ugh…” Her tongue was sucked so hard that it almost hurt, and the strong and sweet feeling in her body continued to
expand. Miho felt that her limbs, even her toenails, were going to go numb.

As soon as Nachi's lips left, he immediately began
to slowly suckle from the inside of her neck to her ear, just like Nakajo's caresses, while his other hand kneaded her mature breasts.

"Ugh...ah..." Miho cried out reflexively.

Nachi pressed his advantage, thrusting his penis in and out, swaying his hips. The friction between her clitoris and uterus inside her lower body was simultaneous
.

"Oh...oh..." A deafening, weeping moan escaped her lips, while Miho's hands gripped Nachi's shoulders tightly,
as if a wellspring of desire, stored up for nine years, was gushing forth from the depths of her being
.

"Oh..." Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and the intense throbbing began again.

"Ah...ah..."

As her cries grew louder, Miho automatically pressed her lips against Nachi's.

The pleasure of intercourse made them both lose themselves in ecstasy.

Her shy body was completely wet. Miho's tongue wandered in Nachi's mouth. Not only
her body , but her whole soul seemed to be drowning in the madness of sex.

Miho's right knee was completely bent, and she skillfully swayed her waist to match the attack of the penis.

Miho's explicit reaction made Nachi very happy, and the fountain of passion was about to erupt.

"I...I'm going to come..."

Nachi whispered in her ear, as if he was giving up even his last life. He used all his strength to thrust his waist
upward .

"Oh...oh..."

Miho's body was suddenly filled with Nachi's hot semen. She grabbed Nachi's shoulders and let out a happy and
joyful moan.

(7)

After releasing the semen, Nachi still held Miho's body tightly, his lips quietly pressed against hers.

Miho also closed her eyes, as if her mind was still immersed in the afterglow of sensual pleasure. She obediently accepted his lips.

"Great...Teacher, you've come too, right?" Miho frowned and raised her face.

"You're out too... um..."

"No."

"Liar. Otherwise, why are you so wet?"

"I don't know." Nachi's gaze was as sharp as a cold, sharp blade.

"Please... let me go back soon."

"Do you want to go back to Nakajo's place that much?"

"If he finds out I'm not here, it'll be terrible."

"No, you can't go back. Teacher has already reached her climax, and now she belongs to me. You have to
listen to me." Nachi stood up and took out a white sweater and mini-skirt from her backpack.

"Put this on."

The clothes Nachi handed her were the tight and daring
outfit that Miho had been forced to wear by her husband during her vacation.

"I love that outfit the most." It was the outfit taken from Miho's room after the rape.

Miho, who was only wearing pantyhose, put on the outfit directly.
Although the outfit clung tightly to her full breasts and buttocks, showing off her curves very clearly. Normally
, she would never wear this outfit when going out.

"Want to go for a walk on campus?"

"No... that's enough, let's leave it at that for tonight."

"I want the teacher to belong entirely to me!"

"But... but it's not that easy to get in... what if we get caught?"

"Just tell the guard!"

"Okay!"

"Let's go!" He pulled on the lock and headed towards the guardhouse.

"You ask him for the key so you can get in."

"Then... what should I say..."

“Think for yourself!” Nachi unlocked the collar in front of the guardhouse.

Miho trembled all over. Wearing this outfit, the thought of suddenly appearing in front of people, her exposed breasts and
super short miniskirt, made her feel extremely ashamed.

Miho peeked in through the window. She saw the old police officer sitting in a chair, dozing off. Miho knocked on the door, and
he opened his sleepy eyes.

“I’m Nakajo, the physical education teacher. I left important books in the teachers’ room. I’m so sorry.
Could I borrow your key?”

Looking at Miho through the window, he looked at her with confusion: “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No…no need, it’s okay…and it’s not convenient for the old man to leave here!”

She smiled and took the key. Arriving at the school building entrance, she saw Nachi.

“You go first.”

Nachi stood behind her, pulling the collar lock. As soon as they entered the dark corridor, Nachi’s hand immediately lifted
the super miniskirt and caressed her fair buttocks.

"Ah!"

"Don't stop!"

"Ugh..." With her buttocks being kneaded, Miho could only bite her lip and continue walking with her head down.

"What a beautiful butt, teacher... How does it feel to walk around the school with half your butt showing?"

"Boo... Damn it!"

"Then... then I'll roll it up a bit more!"

Naji rolled the white tight mini-skirt up to her waist, and Miho instinctively pressed the front of the mini-skirt down.

"Let go!" A tree branch mercilessly struck her thigh, and Miho had no choice but to sadly let go.

"Not bad, teacher showing your butt."

Naji's hand reached into the deep crevice of her buttocks and began to play with it, Miho's body trembling slightly.

Now, her heart was filled not only with shame and humiliation, but
also with a strange joy and fervent excitement brewing from the park to walking in the residential area and strolling on campus.

At this moment, the skill or clumsiness of the caressing technique was no longer the key. Rather, through Naji's unrestrained and
rough hands, Miho's lust had been completely ignited.

Upon entering the teachers' room and reaching the center, Naji pulled his finger out.

"A teacher who exposes their buttocks, what a pervert! It's all wet here."

Naji deliberately held his finger out in front of her.

"Lick it clean!"

"Ugh..." Frowning, Miho sucked on each of the extended fingers.

"Now that the teachers' room is empty, and your buttocks and genitals are exposed, how does it feel?"

"Ah... I'm so ashamed..."

Standing in this workplace where she was usually a teacher, the shame was indescribable.

"I'll make you feel even more ashamed!"

Naji rolled up his short sweater, exposing his breasts, and then confidently rubbed them.

"Ah... ah..." Miho suddenly felt a sharp pleasure spread throughout her body.

"Bend over there." Naji pointed to the desk of the math teacher, who was also the student affairs director. Miho stood with her legs together
against the edge of the desk. Her exposed buttocks touched the cold wood of the desk.

"Open your legs!" Miho pulled up her legs, pressing the heels of her high heels against the edge of the table.

"Ugh... Takatsuka-kun, please spare me..." Because this position was too obscene, Miho pulled down her miniskirt,
trying to cover her crotch.

"Take your hands off!"

"No!"

"Trying to rebel?"

"Please know... I'm not young anymore. I'm already an auntie, don't embarrass me like this."

"But I'm not interested in young women. And it has nothing to do with age. Hurry up and
open so I can see. Or are you going to stay here naked until morning?"

"Damn it!" Miho frowned, slowly rolling up the miniskirt covering her crotch.

Her legs, clad in garter stockings, were spread out in an M-shape between her thighs, revealing her pubic hair-adorned
labia . The man standing there stared lustfully at her labia.

"Have you always used this to make love with Nakajo? Does it feel amazing to make love with Nakajo?!"

"I...I don't know..."

"Compared to me, who's better?"

"I...I don't know..."

"But...you're already so wet!" Nachi said, pressing her fingers against her labia.

"I love teacher's vulva so much." As she spoke, she moved closer to her labia.

"Oh..."

Miho's shoulders trembled, a sudden pleasure spreading from her waist to her thighs.

Being brought to the teachers' room, the shame in her heart made Miho's body particularly sensitive to any movement of Nachi's lips and tongue
. Especially Nachi's tongue, slowly sliding into the entrance of her vagina, and constantly stroking her
clitoris .

"Ah...ah..."

With the gradually rising tone of her moans, even her waist swayed sensually. Being played with
like this , she didn't know when her sensual desires had been aroused and were now out of control.

Moreover, Naji didn't just play with her clitoris; he kissed the surrounding area, inserted his fingers,
and even enveloped her vulva with his entire lips, using every possible technique to please her.

Several times, she almost reached the peak of pleasure, and Miho kept making coquettish whimpers,
her upper body trembling violently.

(8)

"Teacher... masturbate for me!" Miho looked up in surprise at Naji.

"Huh?"

"You know, right?"

"Why... why do you want me to do that kind of thing!"

"I want to see! Hurry... do it, otherwise the guards will find it strange and come to see what's going on."

"But... but..."

She wanted to beg, but thinking that it would probably be useless, she could only helplessly touch her breasts with one hand
and place the other hand between her lower abdomen and groin.

"Ugh..."

Just gently pressing her fingers on her breasts triggered a pleasure that she could hardly believe herself.

"You'd better do it seriously. If you're not serious, I won't forgive you. Masturbate until you come."

"Can...can I do it lying down?"

"Ah!"

Naji nodded. Rather than trying to concentrate, or rather to avoid shame, she
closed her eyes and lay on the table.

Her buttocks slowly pressed against the table, and her fingers slowly inserted into her vagina.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Despite her inner turmoil, the surging pleasure heightened Miho's senses. Then again,
if her hand movements were slow, she would never reach orgasm. And this was her usual workroom, the instructor's room. To be doing such a sordid thing

under the gaze of her own student... Miho had lost her reason, lost in a frenzied frenzy. One hand gripped her nipple, the other finger slipped inside her, rubbing back and forth on her pearly clitoris. Miho's upper body writhed violently, emitting sharp cries. Miho trembled, diligently stroking her already completely wet entrance. The overflowing desire within her, amplified by the slightest touch, sent her soaring into a blissful abyss. "Ah...ah...ah..." In that instant, Miho inserted her finger even deeper, then her hips thrust upwards, a cry echoing through the corridor. She had finally reached orgasm. "Are you out yet?" "Mmm... I'm out..." she answered, her face flushing with embarrassment as if she were waking up. "Then go out." Dragged down from the table by the lock, Miho almost unconsciously pulled down her skirt and sweater, and her legs seemed weak, squatting on the ground without moving. "Wait... wait a minute..." "That's fine, you can walk out like a dog." Ignoring her cries, Naji pulled the lock and walked towards the exit. "Ah..." Dragged along, Miho could only desperately crawl on all fours to follow. "You go first." After walking out of the corridor, Naji hit her buttocks with a branch. Almost a third of her round buttocks were exposed . "Wait a minute!" Not long after walking down the quiet and long corridor, Naji pulled the lock from behind. "Why don't you show your whole butt... teacher?" He pressed down and slapped her buttocks again, and Miho straightened her upper body. She grabbed the hem , rolled it up to her waist, tied a knot, and then braced herself with both hands on the ground. Her round, shimmering buttocks, like shimmering pottery, were revealed beneath the rolled-up miniskirt. "Good, wiggle your ass and crawl!" Immersed in the whipping of the branch, Miho bit her lip and swayed her hips forward. A painful yet intoxicating sensation surged within her. "Stop!" Reaching the classroom on the third floor where Miho taught, Naji took out his key. "Wait a moment, just come in as usual." Naji said, going in first and closing the door. Miho stood up, pulled down her rolled-up miniskirt, heard Naji's call, and went inside. In the lit classroom, Naji sat in the front seat, waiting. Although there were no other students, the sight of the neat desks and the teacher's podium made her shrink back. Standing on the podium, Miho timidly looked at Naji's face. "What...what are you going to do?" "I already decided. Spread your butt out so I can see." Miho frowned, facing the blackboard, her hands on the hem of her miniskirt, trembling as she pulled it up. Although she had crawled down the corridor with her butt exposed earlier, the shame she felt now standing on the podium was even stronger. "Your butt is so nice! Teacher..." "..." "I said your butt is beautiful!" "Yes...yes!" Miho felt the unwavering gaze, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably. "Whose buttocks do they belong to?" "Ah!" "Mine, or Nakajo's?" Miho stammered, clutching the rolled-up hem of her skirt. "Nakajo's... Nakajo's..." She paused, then asked, "If they belong to Nakajo, why are you showing them to me?" "Nakajo... Nakajo is my husband..." "So, doesn't that mean you betrayed Mr. Nakajo?" "That's..." "Did you say something wrong, teacher?" "Now... now they're yours... belonging to you..." Miho said, quickly lowering her head. Nakajo smiled crookedly. "From now on, they belong to me. Stick your buttocks up higher!" "Ugh..." "Open your legs... and your hands too..." As Nakajo instructed, Miho felt a growing unease as she slowly began to feel that her buttocks, her entire body, belonged to him . Not only did she open her legs, but she also spread her arms wide. "Open your vulva too." "Isn't that...enough already?" "This belongs to me, doesn't it?" Nachi's fingers teasingly played with her labia as he lowered his fingers to her abdomen. "So wet..." "..." Miho's face turned completely red, down to her ears. "I like you." Nachi stood behind her, whispering in her ear as his erect penis slowly slid in. "Eh..." She was no longer surprised by the vigorous energy of the young man's penis; instead, she felt a surge of anticipation for the burning heat. The moment his penis entered her, her desire was completely ignited. "Such an irresistible ass!" Nachi rubbed her buttocks with both hands while writhing her body. "Ah...ah..." Miho felt as if her body was melting, her knees bending slightly. Then, her uterus and buttocks rubbed against his penis in a circular motion, and in an instant, she was completely intoxicated by sensual pleasure. Nachi kept rubbing his buttocks with both hands and licking around his ears with his tongue. As Nachi's movements became faster, Miho's excitement also began to rise. Miho's hands were on the blackboard, her head tilted back, and she made a sound that was almost a cry of pain. Although she tried her best to restrain herself, her body had been completely aroused by Nachi's penis, bringing out her womanly instincts. "Ah ah..." Suddenly Nachi pulled out his penis, which was about to erupt, not out of self-control, but so that he could enjoy the pleasure of sex more deeply when he ejaculated. "Go to the podium." Nachi arranged the desks of the students in the front row side by side, and then stood on the podium.

Standing on the podium, Miho trembled as if she were dizzy. She was actually standing in a classroom
—a contradictory mix of frustration and excitement welled up inside her.

"Alright… now open your legs and let me see. Imagine you're among us students,
all watching your teacher teach like this, and then you perform masturbation for us to see."

As he spoke, Naji pressed close to Miho's back, embracing her and spreading her legs wide.

An indescribable pleasure quickly washed over Miho, traveling from her labia
to her toenails in her high heels.

Naji sucked on Miho's ear, instantly putting her into a state of blissful intoxication, her desire
surging like a tidal wave.

Even Miho didn't know the reason for this; she was just a physical education teacher,
and the wife of an ordinary man.

But her current behavior was as wanton as an actress in an adult film—no! Even actresses
wouldn't act like this in private!

"Do you want everyone to see the deepest part?"

Naji breathed into her ear canal, rubbing her breasts through her sweater with both hands, while the fingers of the other hand
slid into her wet labia.

"Oh...oh..."

Sui closed her hazy eyes and lay back against the ceiling. So far, of all the caresses, this was
the first time she had felt such intense pleasure.

"Ah...ah..."

Naji continued to rub her swollen breasts, even inserting two fingers into her labia. The desire hidden
within was burning fiercely like a raging fire.

Chapter 3 The Garage Ritual (1)

"Yesterday was so great!" Bathed in the morning light, Miho

trembled slightly at the embrace that came from behind.

It was her husband, Nakajo, holding her tightly. Miho reflexively thought it was Nachi's wild game.

Nakajo was indeed more energetic than before, even shocking Miho.

Last night, Miho's intense reaction to—perhaps it was because Nachi was watching through
binoculars .

"I love you!" he kissed her neck. Miho frowned for a moment, intoxicated by a pleasurable atmosphere
; her reaction seemed a mixture of surprise and wantonness. This
reaction was driven by the renewed stimulation of the afterglow of her intercourse with Nachi.

Nakajo's hand slipped inside her sweater, kneading her breasts while kissing her from her neck to her ear.

"No…darling. Takatsuka will be here soon." "

Nakajo rubbed his penis against Miho's buttocks through his pants.

There was really nothing to be surprised about.

Everyone envies a wife's beauty. While there are many young and beautiful women, a woman as
mature was rare in Nakajo's eyes.

If an ordinary couple lived like this for ten years, they would probably have grown tired of it long ago, and seeing the same
face every day would likely have cooled the passion.

But Nakajo's passion hadn't diminished at all. Seeing Miho in her apron, standing in the kitchen,
her long, shapely legs, he couldn't help but..." It ignited within him an irresistible desire to embrace her.

Even when she walked down the street, her气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament), her demeanor, and the graceful gait of her high heels all
compelled him to offer praise.

Despite his own inadequacy, he couldn't deny that these very qualities Miho possessed were the reason his passion had miraculously
endured for so long.

Even an ordinary man would have the urge to embrace Miho. Not just for himself, but also
for Miho herself. Because Miho had never expressed dissatisfaction, he felt an even deeper love for her,
wishing he could give her his all.

"Mmm..."

Nakajo kissed her lips deeply, and Miho responded with an unusually passionate response, their lips
rubbing together.

Nakajo's hand gripped her already erect nipple, kneading it. Just as his hand
pulled up the hem of Miho's skirt, the doorbell rang.

But their tongues were still gliding and roaming inside each other's mouths.

"It seems like she's here!"

"Mmm!" "

Hurry up..."

"Okay...I love you..."

"..."

Miho avoided his gaze.

"I love you."

"Thank you!" Miho hurriedly broke free from Nakajo's hand and walked towards the door.

(2)

The door opened, and Takazuka and Nachi followed in.

"Ah! Good morning, I'm bothering you again, madam!" Takazuka smiled with kind eyebrows and took out the fruit he had brought.

"Oh dear! I'm sorry to always make you spend money."

Avoiding Nachi's gaze, he welcomed the two into the house.

"You can't lose today!"

"No...no, I practiced my secret moves hard before coming here today. "

Nakajo and Takazuka, who had come out to greet them, then entered the Japanese-style room. "

Excuse me, teacher..."

Nachi winked at Miho, who pretended not to notice and followed behind them. But
Nachi's hand was restless, grabbing at her tight miniskirt from behind.

She had to wear the same clothes as yesterday; it was Nachi's order.

Miho immediately pushed Nachi's hand away. But Nachi pinched her buttocks with a half-teasing gesture, as if trying to
hurt her.

"Ugh..." Miho endured the pain and pushed Nachi's hand away again.

"Miho, please have some tea..." Nakajo said immediately upon entering the room.

Seeing Nachi standing at the entrance, she said, "Takazuka-kun can come here too!" "Saying this,
she brushed past and walked out of the house.

Back in the kitchen, her heart was pounding fiercely. Since returning home at five o'clock last night, her emotions had been unable to settle
down . Exhausted, she took a shower as soon as she got home, then immediately crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.
The moment she opened her eyes, she was back in the cruel reality, and she had to be extremely careful not to be discovered by Nakajo; the inner
torment was extraordinary.

Miho began washing fruit.

"Eh..." Suddenly, someone hugged her chest from behind, and Miho couldn't help but cry out.

“I feel like the night has been so long.” As he spoke, Nachi’s lips kissed the inside of her ear.

“No…no…” Miho said sternly in a teacher’s tone.

“Are you angry?”

“Please don’t do this at home.”

“You hate me.”

“I said no, and that’s final.”

Nachi’s face contorted in disbelief at Miho’s cold refusal. During their last sexual encounter last night,
Miho had acted like his lover, making him feel that her body and soul belonged to him, which had made him incredibly happy
!

“You hate me.”

“I hate Takazuka-kun doing this kind of thing.”

“Didn’t you feel something too, teacher? Didn’t you say it felt good, that you had an orgasm?”

“…”

Miho blushed all the way to her ears.

“Alright! I know. Now I’m going to check if you’ve followed my orders.” Nachi’s
voice turned icy.

He quickly rolled up her tight miniskirt, and Miho hurriedly held the hem of her skirt.

“Take your hands off me.” Nachi shouted, and Miho quickly let go.

“I brought photos with me.” Miho hurriedly let go, her miniskirt was rolled up, revealing
white panties clinging tightly to her thighs.

“You didn’t follow my rules. Didn’t I tell you not to wear underwear?”

“I…I didn’t have time to take them off…”

“I don’t want to hear your explanation.”

Naji quickly pulled off her pantyhose and put them in his pocket.

“Just do it like this.”

She was wearing a sweater on top and pantyhose on the bottom, but her bare abdomen and exposed
buttocks were particularly alluring in her own kitchen.

After quickly putting the fruit on a plate and making coffee, Miho looked back at Naji.

“Let me pull my skirt down.”

“Just like that.”

“That’s…that’s too much!”

Miho had no choice but to carry the plate out of the kitchen.

Behind her, Naji followed like a leech, one hand inside her sweater kneading her
breasts, while the other hand caressed her crotch.

Such unrestrained caresses, while startling Miho, undeniably ignited her sexual desire. Nachi

seemed to be increasingly adept at understanding Miho's weaknesses, and through his hands, he discovered new frontiers of sexual passion
within .

To put it more clearly, Miho's perverse techniques and the powerful penis truly made her
unconsciously forget herself and revel in the pleasure of sex.

For Miho, the ecstatic, day-and-night-like sexual pleasure of the previous night lingered
within her —a feeling she had never experienced before.

Miho's nipples were erect, and her groin was warm and wet.

Nachi's lips kissed her neck, and Miho was dizzy with intoxication.

"If we don't hurry, they'll find it strange,"

Nachi said, his fingers, which had been caressing her buttocks, now numbered two. He even breathed into her ear.

"Ugh..."

Miho deliberately walked with her feet together, just in case her husband or Takazuka came into the corridor at that moment,
then everything would be over. But the madman continued to frantically
play with her exposed buttocks, pubic hair, and the space between her buttocks.

"Please...please..." Miho pleaded softly as they reached the entrance to the Japanese-style room.

The madman continued to indulge, rolling up his sweater all the way to his armpits, while his other hand kneaded his
full buttocks heavily.

His lips and tongue were covered with saliva on his nipples, and he focused on kissing and licking them. Then one
hand stroked his pubic hair, and then slowly inserted his fingers into his vagina.

"Ugh...ugh..." The coffee on the saucer rattled, and Miho endured it, not letting herself make a sound.

"It's already so wet..."

The madman's fingers moved smoothly inside her body, while his lips were like suction cups pressed against her earlobe.

"Ugh... gulp..." Miho breathed uncontrollably.

Nachi's lips rubbed passionately against Miho's.

Their sex life had been a blank for years, and rekindling it would take time, but
once ignited, the pent-up desire of nine years would be uncontrollable, even with the greatest rationality.

Their tongues intertwined, Miho greedily sucking, until Nachi's hands and fingers finally withdrew.

Miho's eyes were wet, her expression hazy.

"Let's continue later,"

Nachi straightened her sweater and miniskirt, then took a piece of fruit from the plate.

"Come back right away after you take it."

Miho glared at Nachi, opened the sliding door, and went inside.

Suppressing the excitement in her chest, a warm flow seeped from her bare thighs
, making her uneasy.

Both Takazuka and her husband were focused on the chessboard, completely oblivious to Miho's
presence .

“Go get the fruit now.” With that, he immediately left the room.

As soon as the sliding door closed, Nachi, who had been hiding nearby, grabbed her from the front.

“Ugh…”

Miho immediately felt a jolt of pleasure, like an electric current, coursing through her entire body. Normally,
Miho wouldn't react so strongly, but now she was unusually intense.

Her desire burned fiercely, as if she couldn't wait for Nachi's caresses.

Nachi's hands rolled up her sweater, and her miniskirt was lifted up to her thighs,
exposing .

Miho's body trembled. She was a wife and a teacher, yet she was being played with like this by one of her students.
And this was happening in her own home, separated only by a sliding door, with her husband and the other woman's father present.
The shame in her heart was indescribable.

But now, with her breasts and lower abdomen so completely exposed, the greedy fire within her burned even more wildly
—that was an undeniable fact. Furthermore, the erection of her nipples and the heat and wetness of her lower body demonstrated how much
Miho 's body longed for Nachi's caresses.

Nachi deliberately pulled down his pants in front of Miho, and Miho quickly glanced towards the sliding door.

Just as the penis was pulled out, a slight sound came from deep within her throat.

The penis that had driven Miho to irrationality was still standing erect, just as it had the night before.

Naji wrapped his arms around her neck, and Miho, her hands caressing Naji's thighs, brought her
face , closing her eyes.

"Ah..."

Miho pressed her cheeks very close. The penis should have been immediately put in her mouth, but
instead, she pressed her left cheek against it, then her right, rubbing it against her face, slowly sliding it down to her eyes.

This rubbing of her face against the penis was a powerful reaction, almost a loss of reason. Miho, her brow furrowed and breathing slightly, knew all too well how humiliating and depraved it was

for her, a teacher and a wife, to do such a thing. But humiliation or depravity, it fueled her intense desire. She gripped the penis tightly, growing impatient. "Ah...ah..." Suppressing the moan that almost escaped her lips, Miho took the entire penis into her mouth. Like finding a spring in the desert, she put the penis deep into her throat and stroked it up and down with abandon. If it weren't for Naji's urging, Miho would probably have kept the penis in her mouth for who knows how long. Miho stood up, straightened her sweater and skirt, and took the plate of fruit from Naji's hand, but her eyes still couldn't leave Naji's crotch. "I'll wait for you in the next room." Naji whispered in her ear, and casually stroked her breasts. Instantly, hot honey gushed out from between Miho's crotch. Her expression was hazy as she looked at Naji and quickly opened the sliding door and went in. (3) After walking out of the corridor again, Miho's mind seemed to be blank until she returned to Naji's room. Entering the living room, Naji slightly opened the sliding door of the adjacent Japanese room, revealing a small crack so that she could see inside . Naji beckoned to Miho, and Miho walked towards her breathlessly. She faced him, but Nachi's wrist wrapped around his waist, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. Miho placed her hands on Nachi's shoulders, closing her eyes with anticipation. The two kissed like lovers in the throes of passion. "Mmm..." Despite being wary of the crack in the sliding door, Miho focused intently on sucking Nachi's upper and lower lips, letting out an involuntary moan. Nachi's tongue slipped into her mouth, their tongues intertwining, their body temperature rising steadily. Nachi then pressed his lips to her ear, sucking along her earlobe. "Oh...oh..." Miho gripped Nachi's hand tightly, afraid of dropping it. Nachi's technique had improved so much. "Hey...please...let's go upstairs..." Nachi continued to nibble on her other ear, while his hand reached inside her breasts, kneading them forcefully. "Mmm...mmm..." Unable to suppress her moans, she pressed her lips against Nachi's cheek. "Oh...oh..." A faint sound emanated from deep within her throat as she tightly kissed Nachi's lips. A flame of desire burned not only in her mouth, but also in her mind and body. "Ah...ah..." Miho greedily sucked on Nachi's lips, even making sounds, completely lost in the moment. Their bodies intertwined, and they unknowingly rolled onto the carpet. Next door, her husband and Nachi's father remained oblivious, playing chess. While aware of what was happening, she still clung to Nachi's warm lips. "You're so beautiful...teacher..." Nachi gazed at Miho with the sincere tone of a high school student. Miho opened her hazy eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment. She kissed Nachi and hugged him tightly. Nachi rolled his sweater up to his armpits, revealing his seemingly shy but swollen nipples. Nachi 's hand gently grasped the lower part of his breast, kneading the pink nipple and swaying his entire breast. "Ugh...ugh..." Miho closed her eyes, her chest heaving with excitement. The crack in the sliding door might have served as an emergency brake on her unrestrained sexual desire, but now it seemed ineffective. The sound of chess pieces being set up next door only added to the stimulation, making his wild game even more exhilarating. "Ah...ah..." Miho tilted her head, biting her lip to suppress her moans. Naji seemed to be relentlessly ravaging her breasts, kneading them incessantly and licking them with his tongue. Pleasure surged like an electric current from her breasts down to her toenails. He pulled Naji's miniskirt up to her thighs. At midday, when the sun was high in the sky, the shocking stimulation Miho with both shyness and madness. Naji's lips roamed over her vulva and around her labia. Miho's vaginal fluids flowed out like a dense flower. Although they had already had intercourse several times last night, the pleasure of having her labia sucked in her own living room, mixed with shame, was even more intense. Her husband's technique was probably several times better than Nachi's, but the impact of being caressed by a man other than her husband, especially her own student, far exceeded any sexual technique. "Ah...ah..." Nachi's tongue probed inside her labia, and Miho's face contorted as she let out a soft moan. His tongue twisted inside Nachi's hot and wet vulva, Miho's mouth slightly open, her nostrils pointing slightly upwards, her waist arching upwards. She eagerly craved Nachi's caresses. "So good!" Nachi lifted his face, cupping her two prominent breasts in his hands, quietly watching Miho's expression. He felt very proud that he could make Miho so excited with his own hands. "Very good, isn't it..." Miho didn't answer, but instead, she wrapped her arms around Nachi's neck, lifted her head, and kissed him. "Hey! Let's go upstairs." Miho kept hearing noises from next door, making her uneasy. "No... Teacher never keeps his promises." But then a considerate look appeared on his face, and he said, "Whatever Teacher likes!" He picked up Miho's upper body, pulling down her jeans. Miho frowned nervously, feeling uneasy while intently watching the incredibly erect penis before her. She hesitated for a moment, thinking of the crack in the sliding door, then immediately pressed the penis against her cheek, rubbing it...

She quickly forgot all her reservations.

"Ah..."

Miho grasped the penis, tilted her head slightly, and brought her lips to the tip, slowly inserting it into her mouth.

The hot, hard penis rubbed against Miho's mouth, especially when it reached the back of her throat
, igniting her desire to its peak.

Her mouth was full of saliva, her labia were oozing honey-like fluid, and she was even so excited that tears welled up in her eyes.

She sucked on the penis violently, twisting it intensely in her mouth two, three, five, six times.

If this continued, she feared she would lose control of her emotions. Thinking of this, Miho
gently rubbed the penis against her cheeks.

"Teacher, masturbate while you suck it," Nachi whispered in Miho's ear as he bent down.

Miho hesitated for a moment, thinking about how
wildly she would react if Nachi inserted it into her vagina now. But to suppress her heightened emotions, masturbation was necessary.

She held her breasts, her mind burning with desire. The full, swollen breasts
felt incredibly good to touch.

As she stroked her breasts, she placed her penis deep in her throat, making soft
noises as the sensation became unbearable.

She lifted her miniskirt, touched her lower abdomen, and slipped the fingers of her other hand into her vulva. Her already wet
labia immediately enveloped her fingers.

Miho moved her fingers up and down inside, inserting her middle and index fingers side by side.

“Teacher… lie here.” Miho looked at Nachi with hazy, shy eyes.

“Go… go to the second floor…”

“I’m just putting it in, I’ll do it quietly.”

“But… but…”

“Hurry up!” Nachi commanded forcefully.

Miho’s burning body lay back down on the bed.

(4)

Looking at Miho’s exposed breasts and genitals, Nachi also pulled down his pants.

Nachi gripped her breasts tightly, sucking on them alternately, then licking the area around her pubic hair.

Miho's body was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure. She had tried to suppress her burning desire through masturbation, but
it had the opposite effect, making her even more aroused.

Nachi should have thrust into her vagina in one go, but unexpectedly, he continued to caress her breasts and
labia .

He held Miho's left leg, pushing her thigh outwards, his tongue tracing towards her labia, while his knee rubbed against the inside of
her thigh .

"Ah...ah..."

Miho moaned involuntarily, lost in the waves of sex.

Nachi's lips licked from the inside of her knee down to the top of her thigh, finishing her right thigh, then moving to her left
, before pressing against the hot, wet entrance of her labia.

"Ugh...ugh..." Miho's hands gripped the edge of the bed tightly.

Nachi indeed entered silently, more cautiously and slowly than usual.

As the tip of his penis touched her cervix, Miho's senses reached their peak.

"So hot and wet... Teacher..."

Nachi gazed at Miho tenderly, her hands wrapped around his neck, and the two kissed passionately.

The burning desire within her needed to be released in some other way.

From the throbbing groin to her lower limbs, even her brain, she was completely intoxicated by the rolling waves of pleasure,
almost to the point of numbness.

In fact, even the slightest movement from Nachi, or even just the slightest friction of the hot tip of his penis against
her cervix, was enough to make Miho feel as if her skin was melting.

Miho's legs curled around Nachi's waist, a position she had never
used even during intercourse with her husband.

At this moment, Miho only wanted to be deeply, tightly, united with this young, throbbing penis, even
for just a second.

At the same time, Miho was also worried about Nachi's movements, especially
the increasingly intense and obvious pleasure and sounds they produced. She herself couldn't keep herself completely silent.

Miho's body was more lustful than she had imagined. Even though Nachi only inserted his penis without moving it, her juices
flowed out like a spring.

Moreover, it seemed that Miho was becoming increasingly unable to restrain herself, and she began to move her hips up and down almost unconsciously
. Nachi responded to her movements, and then thrust his hips.

"Ah..."

"Ah..." Nachi kissed Miho's lips.

"Ah... Oh..." No matter how Miho tried to suppress her voice, the fluid from
her labia, which were wrapped around Nachi's waist and exposed below her buttocks, made a squelching sound due to the entry and exit of his erect penis. It was enough to make anyone blush
!

Both Miho and Nachi's backs were drenched in sweat, but they still moved passionately and vigorously.

“I like you… teacher…”

Nazhi pressed his lips against hers again, and Miho was solely focused on feeling the tingling pleasure coursing through her body.
She quickly responded with her tongue.

On one hand, Miho thought about how she was doing this. Not only had the sex in the classroom yesterday completely
betrayed her husband, but her current actions were even more than just betraying him. She had lost
the right to be a teacher and a wife, and was no different from a wild beast.

“Turn around, I want to come from behind.”

Although Miho was extremely intoxicated, she desperately tried to maintain a shred of rationality.

“No… no… please…”

“Don’t you want me?”

“But… but… now…”

He forced Miho to turn around.

“I’m just putting it in.”

Nazhi’s hands grasped the flesh of Miho’s buttocks and rubbed it hard. Miho felt that from her back, even every
hair, she was engulfed in the flames of lust, excited and unable to extricate herself.

Nazhi skillfully rubbed his penis between Miho’s mature buttocks, carefully moving it up and down.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Miho braced herself on her elbows, gritting her teeth to endure the pain and suppress any sound.

The different angles at which the tip of the penis entered rekindled a feeling of euphoria in Miho.

Miho felt a little scared, but she couldn't stop now.

Finally, the penis was fully inserted, and Miho's body was filled with joy and anticipation, her mind
filled with the flames of desire.

Nachi's hands embraced her breasts.

He caressed them like he was kneading rubber, and Miho arched her upper body, swaying in rhythm with Nachi.

Nachi inserted his penis again.

Miho cried out from deep in her throat, the penis going in and out about once a second, which made
the desire in Miho's body burn completely, and her plump thighs trembled constantly.

(5)

Nachi hugged Miho's breasts tightly and kissed her ear, neck and lips.

Miho turned her head and enjoyed Nachi's tenderness.

"Let's go somewhere else!"

Miho asked Nachi in a reproachful tone. She was afraid that she would lose control and make a sound, which would be terrible.

"I want it like this!

" "!"

"I don't want to be separated from my teacher for even a second."

Although Miho felt the same way, she was really worried. "If I just keep this penis inside me and crawl like
a four-legged animal, I should be able to manage it," she thought to herself.

"Then... let's walk together."

"But... but that's probably not possible!" she hesitated again.

"It's okay! If you don't want to, it's fine. I think it's fine here too."

Naji replied leisurely, and began to rub her breasts and kiss her ear.

"Ugh... ha..."

Miho bit her lip to keep from making a sound, but if this continued, she probably wouldn't be able to control herself.

"I... let's go..."

she whispered, slowly taking steps towards the exit. Naji's waist also began to move in sync.

"Ah... ah..."

With each small step, because their steps had to be coordinated, the friction of the penis against the uterus became more
intense , and they had to be careful, otherwise the penis might slip out.

Because of this, the sparks of excitement in her mind burst even more.

When they crawled to the exit, her consciousness was almost blurred, especially the crawling posture was
unbelievable .

Naji walked to the door, looked at the handle, and said, "Wow, I'm afraid that's impossible!"

In fact, because of using her hands and feet, the jeans were rubbing against them, creating a sensation that was both itchy and tingling.

"Then... let's do it here!" Naji said, her hips twitching.

"Ugh... no..."

Miho strained her entire body, clenching her penis tightly. Although there was a sliding door between them, if they were actually making love, the neighbors
would definitely hear the noise.

"Then... let's go again!"

Naji looked at the door in front of her and finally opened it. Seeing the corridor, Miho shrank back in fear, but to get
to the second floor, she had to pass through here.

Miho could only grit her teeth and step into the corridor.

If her husband or Takazuka came out now, it would be terrible. Thinking of this, she felt a surge of
tension.

Naturally, Miho quickened her pace, but because of her excessive anxiety, the friction between her penis and Naji's
increased.

"Ah... ugh..."

Because of the intense friction between her already wet thighs, Miho was so stimulated that she could barely move.

The pent-up desire within her instantly spread through her limbs.

Just as Nazhi was sucking on Miho's ear, Miho, lost in ecstasy, turned her head and sealed Nazhi's
lips with hers.

"Oh...oh..." Miho moaned involuntarily.

If she didn't stop immediately—though she thought so—a fiery joy and intoxicatingly
sweet pleasure made her unwilling to leave Nazhi's embrace for even a moment.

Nazhi's lips finally parted briefly, and he immediately began to twist his waist, rubbing against her cervix.

"Ugh..."

Miho's flushed face contorted, and their lips met again. She could no longer restrain herself.
Every inch of her skin seemed to be immersed in sensual pleasure, like a wild horse, an uncontrollable fire of desire
driving her almost mad.

"Come on...please..." Miho pleaded with Nazhi, her tongue lolling out, her face displaying an ambiguous expression.

Nazhi, too, trembled all over. Seeing Miho's growing affection for him, and her current
expression, Nachi's love for her intensified, driving him to madness.

Nachi tightly embraced Miho's hips, beginning to sway his waist. His penis, pulled upwards, was enveloped in
warm nectar, and Miho's tongue delved deeper into Nachi's mouth, making gurgling sounds.

Just as they were about to make their final, powerful thrust, Nakajo's shout came from the Japanese-style room. Miho
and Nachi froze.

"Miho...hey..."

They both turned around; it seemed Nakajo had stood up and left the room.

Miho's heart pounded wildly, and cold sweat broke out all over her body.

"Here."

Unexpectedly, Nachi spoke up. He immediately opened the bathroom door with his right hand.

Their hips remained pressed together as they stumbled into the bathroom, their movements
tense

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Nachi, still holding Miho's buttocks, sat on the toilet seat.

"Ugh..."

Nachi hugged Miho's upper body, wrapped her arms around her shoulders, and kissed her.

Walking down the corridor, the sound of Nakajo's slippers came from the direction of the Japanese-style room.

"Hey... Miho's there?"

Nakajo's voice was close by, but Nachi's erect penis was deeply buried in her body,
enveloped in the hot, moist fluid, making her feel the stimulation even more intensely.

Especially in this tense atmosphere, it made her even more excited.

Nakajo walked past the bathroom. Nachi twisted her waist more violently.

"Ugh..."

Nachi pressed her hands against the wall, her abdomen and chest heaving like surging waves.

Ascending Nachi's legs, her legs spread wide, and from the base of her thighs, the fluid
secreted , engulfing the penis that was entering and exiting her vagina.

"You're there... Miho..."

Nakajo's voice, which seemed to have faded into the distance, suddenly approached the restroom again. Miho felt
as if blurry, like twinkling stars.

*Click! Click!* The knocking on the door jolted Miho awake once more.

"Miho... are you in there?"

Nachi finally stopped her hip-swaying slightly.

"Hi! I'm here..."

Miho replied in a trembling voice, but Nachi suddenly started swaying again.

"Eh..." Miho couldn't help but murmur softly, her limbs almost numb with excitement.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Hmm?" Miho shook her head, Nachi's lips pressed against hers, unable to answer Nakajo's question.

"Miho..."

Nakajo's voice betrayed unease, her tone rising considerably. Nachi continued swaying her hips while rubbing
her bare buttocks.

"Hello?!"

The doorknob was pulled open, but it was locked and couldn't be opened. But not answering wasn't an option either.

Miho forced herself to concentrate, pulled away from Nachi's tender lips, and answered the door.

"Hi!" For a moment, Miho herself didn't know what to say.

“Are you alright?”

“N-nothing…”

As she answered Nakajo’s question, Miho could faintly hear the shameful rubbing sounds between her thighs.

And it wasn’t just the sound; there was also a strong, obvious pleasure surging through her body.

“Excuse me, could you please pour me a cup of tea?”

“Yes, darling…”

“Then please…”

At this moment, Miho could be said to have completely lost her rationality. As Nachi sucked on her lips, she also
moved her waist in response to Nachi’s twisting and swaying.

But her husband was still beside her—though she thought this in her heart, the indescribable
pleasure made her unable to hold back any longer.

Nachi began to twist vigorously. At the same time, he turned on the tap, letting the sound of the water flow continuously.

The constantly gushing juices made Miho’s body completely drown in the sweet abyss of pleasure.

(6)

“Ah…ah…”

Just as the two of them reached their climax, Miho couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

As Nachi’s penis withdrew, her knees were already weak, and she couldn’t even stand up.

She had finally reached her climax—completely betraying her husband.
She was having sex right in front of him, separated only by a door.

Miho sat on the toilet seat, staring blankly at Nachi's penis.

Miho's eyes narrowed as

she looked. "Do as you please… teacher. My body belongs entirely to you."

Miho took a deep breath and reached out to touch Nachi's penis. Nachi's words had reignited her
already climaxed body.

Miho stared at the penis, almost mesmerized. The penis, wet with the nectar of Miho's body, was swollen
and erect.

And this penis didn't belong to anyone else; it was hers.

A strange surge of emotion and feeling welled up inside her. Miho narrowed her eyes and licked the base of Nachi's penis.

Miho's lips trembled.

"Ugh… ugh…"

Miho licked the entire penis passionately, then deeply inserted it into her mouth.

Nachi's penis remained as hard as steel, rubbing against Miho's palate and throat, making her
feel as if she couldn't live without it.

Miho carefully licked and kissed the shaft, seemingly savoring its taste.

"Whenever Teacher wants it, I can give it to you!"

Nachi pulled out his penis and turned Miho around. He lifted her miniskirt high, grabbing her
round white buttocks, making Miho tremble.

"Whose butt is this?"

Miho didn't answer.

"Don't make me say what I already know." Miho said stubbornly.

"No! You have to tell me, then I'll let you go!" Then he rubbed it hard.

Miho turned back, looking at Nachi with hazy eyes.

"It's already yours!" she said, biting her lip.

"Put your feet over there." Nachi pointed to the bench.

“How can you do this here!”

“It will be over soon. I just want to keep some evidence to prove that the teacher’s buttocks belong to me!”

Miho did as Nachi said. Nachi hugged her buttocks from behind, and his penis
slid down and stopped in front of her labia.

He touched the indentation of her anus with the tip of his penis.

“Not there.” Miho whispered to stop him.

“It’s okay.” Nachi said, and suddenly lifted his waist up with force.

“Ah!”

An unprecedented shock came and made Miho’s body tremble.

His penis slowly moved into the virgin territory of her anus and Nachi slowly inserted it.

Finally, his entire penis was completely combined with Miho’s anus. Nachi said, “Now, the teacher
’s buttocks belong to me completely!”

Nachi whispered to the dazed Miho.

(7)

A week ago, the two families had arranged for Miho
to have , and Nachi also joined them.

The round table was laden with Chinese dishes, but Miho had no appetite whatsoever, only a feeling of extreme fullness in her stomach.

Perhaps her body was still immersed in the sensual pleasures of the day,
a no sense of taste.

But with so much food before her, she felt she had to
force herself to eat. Then she heard Mrs. Takazuka, Ikuko, say, "Too good-looking, yet unable to eat what you want as you please, isn't that pitiful?"

Her tone was sour.

As the wife of her husband's superior, and having been introduced to such a house with a garden, Miho often
felt a deep sense of inferiority, unable to hold her head high. And coupled with Ikuko's vain and aggressive attitude, she was even more
unapproachable.

They were actually about the same age, but looked at least ten years apart. Like other middle-aged
women, Ikuko was no longer considered attractive by men.

However, Yuuko always felt a sense of superiority towards her peers, that is, girls of the same age,
because she wore expensive clothes and accessories.

Therefore, her frequent sarcastic remarks towards Miho stemmed from the fact that Miho always seemed so young, beautiful, and cute to her.
Perhaps it was a jealous streak at work!

Sitting to Miho's right, he kept
glancing . His gaze was like that of someone head over heels in love.

Miho sensed it, so she always deliberately avoided eye contact with him. This was the madness of a young man's
headstrong pursuit ; once infatuated, he was always anxious and unsure how to stop. At the same time
, the depth of that passion rekindled a woman's pleasure in Miho.

After all, she still felt beautiful, worthy of such praise, love,
and even madness from a student younger than herself, making her feel as if she were in the sweetest love in the world.

Moreover, she experienced a physical pleasure and intoxication that her husband could never provide, making it irresistible.

Yuko seemed to sense something in Nachi's gaze towards Miho, and she spoke up, "By the way... Teacher, my
Nachi! He'll be taking the university entrance exam next year, and I'll have to ask you for help..."

"As their tutor, of course I'll do my best, but ultimately, he has to work hard himself."

This was a topic they'd discussed countless times. Miho had considered Nachi's university entrance exams
a lot , but she couldn't be too lenient or indulgent. She'd been asked before to tutor Nachi during holidays
.

Of course, this was all Yuko's idea, made on her own initiative without Takazuka's knowledge, and Miho had flatly
refused .

And today's situation was the same; Yuko felt that since they were neighbors, and her husband was Nakajo's
superior , plus they had helped with the house purchase, Miho had an obligation to do so. Especially with the university entrance exam,
a major turning point in life, Yuko assumed that as Naho's teacher, it was only natural for her to help Nachi with his studies.

“Teachers should also have an obligation to cultivate that kind of ambition and diligence in their students!”

“Hmm…hmm…of course…”

Seeing the two locked in a stalemate, Takazuka, as usual, smoothed things over.

“Alright…stop forcing me…you!”

“Ah…I didn’t force you, I was just asking!”

“That’s forcing someone!”

Takazuka’s tone was neither angry nor upset, perfectly calm. When would this person ever get angry—
Miho really couldn’t figure it out.

While drinking tea, Miho finally wanted some soup, when Nachi, sitting next to her, actually reached over and
stroked her thigh near her knee under the table.

Miho pretended to be nonchalant while drinking her tea, and then put her right hand under the table and grabbed Nachi’s hand.

At this moment, her white pleated skirt was already rolled up halfway up her thigh.

She tried to remove Nachi’s hand, but Nachi held on tightly to her thigh. Instead, he forcefully
stroked the inside of her thighs, and Miho's expression changed, her eyes revealing her
panic.

"What's wrong, Miho..."

Nakajo, sitting on the other side, turned to ask Miho.

"Um... nothing..."

Miho answered vaguely, but Nakajo still wouldn't let go.

He continued to stroke the innermost part of her thighs, kneading her skin.

Miho felt a slight dizziness and quickly used the corner of the tablecloth to cover Nakajo's hands.

Now, she could only let Nakajo do as he pleased.

Nakajo leisurely stroked this mature and charming married woman, her thighs firm and full,
without any of his previous eagerness.

It was as if he was savoring a prize he had obtained, displaying the hand of a conqueror.
And seeing the beautiful married woman's intelligent face, with a cheerful smile, even tacitly allowing him
to play with her under the table, he felt truly delighted.

Nachi's hand suddenly stopped, because he touched the inner thigh, below the abdomen, where there was an extra piece of fabric.

"When you're with me, please don't wear underwear."

Nachi had said this before, but now they were out, and
with , Miho had to wear underwear no matter what.

She looked at Nachi timidly. Nachi's eyes seemed to be blaming her.

"You broke your promise again!"

"I'm sorry... I had no choice..."

"Please forgive me!"

"I won't let you off!"

A cruel smile appeared on Nachi's lips as he reached for the waistband of the underwear and pulled it down.

"Don't go too far!"

But Nachi ignored him. He pulled the underwear down to the inner thigh.

Miho couldn't help but tremble, her waist reflexively twisting.

After two or three more pulls, the underwear was finally completely pulled down to her thigh.

Miho tried hard to act nonchalant, but her face didn't seem natural; it was strangely
stiff .

Especially in front of her husband and Takazuka, the shame and shock of not wearing underwear was
truly extraordinary.

Nachi slowly pulled her underwear down to her knees, then casually pretended to drop a handkerchief,
bending to pick it up while simultaneously pulling the underwear down from her high heels and putting it in his pocket. Then,
Nachi placed his hand on the soft pubic hair at the deltoid region of her vulva, slowly stroking it.

Miho involuntarily tilted her head back, her mature body seemingly filled with anticipation amidst the breathless tension.

Why this was, Miho herself couldn't explain. At least until yesterday, she hadn't willingly
betrayed her husband; especially since her life was happy and fulfilling, she had no reason to rebel against him
.

But ever since yesterday, when Nachi kissed her lips, penetrated her labia, and even violated her anus
, her body seemed to constantly crave Nachi's caresses, his penis, a wanton
lust .

Nachi's fingers slowly slid into the narrow labia.

"Ugh..."

Miho involuntarily brought her legs together; the pleasure of the fingers' light touch made even her knees go numb.

"Open your legs!"

Nachi said, pulling at her pubic hair as he spread her thighs from the inside. Miho trembled, slowly pulling
her legs apart. The more shy she became, the more her sexual desire surged and intensified.

Especially with Nachi's fingers teasing her, her heart pounded more violently, making it
increasingly difficult .

Miho's body burned with an intense heat, as if she were melting.
With each caress and manipulation of Nachi's fingers, her inner turmoil intensified.

The sensation was similar to the pleasure she felt when touched by Nakajo's fingers. Nakajo, in particular,
understood , possessing a deep understanding of them.

But even Nachi's still-developing techniques were stimulating her body, making her feel
as if her soul was about to soar to the heavens.

Nachi used her index and ring fingers to pull apart her labia, then slowly slid her middle finger into the moist entrance.

"Ugh..."

Miho frowned, warm nectar flowing out, enveloping Nachi's finger.

"Madam... are you feeling hot?" Takazuka asked Miho worriedly.

Miho's heart skipped a beat, and she lifted her face. Taking advantage of this moment, Nachi's finger was deeply inserted into the entrance.

“Ugh…”

Miho tried her best to suppress the groan that was about to come out from deep in her throat. Her face was flushed
, which attracted the attention of Yuko and Nakajo.

“N-nothing…nothing…” she said, gritting her teeth, even the toenails on the inside of her high heels were bent.

“Is the food not to your liking?” Yuko asked in a sour tone.

“How could it be—” she said, her jaw trembling.

“Probably too much spice.” Nakajo said.

Miho looked at him with difficulty and forced a smile. Her shy appearance, like that of a female student, made Nakajo and Takazuka
laugh, while only Yuko curled her lips and looked at him with disdain.

(8)

“Excuse me.”

Finally free from Naji’s fingers, Miho straightened her skirt and stood up. Just as she was about to walk, she
realized that even her knees felt weak and powerless.

On the path to the purification chamber, Miho was suddenly grabbed by the wrist from behind. Turning around, she was pinned against the wall
. By the time she realized it was Nachi, her lips were already sealed tightly.

The caresses that had been so leisurely just moments before seemed like a lie; youthful desire greedily sucked at her lips.

Miho, her body already ablaze with desire, seemed to be anticipating this
moment with a passionate response, accompanied by the sounds of their lips being sucked.

For a moment, she seemed to have forgotten that this was the corridor leading to the purification chamber, and Miho even reached out to hug Nachi's
head.

"I love you! Teacher..."

Nachi gazed at Miho with deep affection, but Miho still felt embarrassed.

"Teacher... and what about you?"

"I... I love you!" Miho's breasts were tightly grasped as she answered with ecstasy.

"I love you."

Nachi lifted her pleated skirt with one hand, stroking her pubic hair.

"Oh..."

The overflowing nectar symbolized the depth of Miho's joy, and Miho passionately entwined her
tongue with Nachi's.

"Hey...how does it feel?"

"Hmm..."

"Don't you want this?"

Nachi pulled Miho's hand to his crotch, touching the bulge.

Miho held her breath, her knees trembling.

"This...this...I want..."

She wished she could take Nachi's penis in her mouth right now, Miho thought, but didn't say it aloud.

"It seems you still doubt my sincerity!"

"No...no..."

"Then...why are you wearing underwear?"

"That's...I'm sorry..."

"Okay...but I belong to Teacher. Whatever Teacher wants, I'll give it to you."

Nachi said, kneeling on the ground, holding Miho's feet in his hands, first kissing the toes of her high heels,
then taking off the shoes and kissing her toenails.

"What...what are you doing..."

Miho was startled and pulled her feet back in, but Nachi grabbed her ankle and said, "I don't
know ! I love you, teacher. So I want to love your body like this no matter where I am. Although I love
your breasts and genitals, I love every part of your body." As he spoke, he licked
the soles of her feet with his tongue.

With the sweet waves of pleasure, Miho was deeply moved. It wasn't just a feeling of lust.

"Teacher! You can love me anytime. My body, my lips, my anus, every
part belongs to you, and I hope that your whole body belongs to me." As he spoke, he passionately pressed his lips
to the soles of her feet and ankles.

"I...I know...Takazuka-kun."

Under Nachi's passion, Miho's overflowing juices seemed unstoppable, becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

"Can we meet again tonight?"

"Mmm...I want to too..." Miho's voice trembled as Nachi picked her up.

“I think about it right now, how about we run away together?”

“No…we can’t do that…”

“Don’t you want to?”

Miho frowned, looking very troubled, and said, “Of course…of course I want to do it…right now…”

“Then I’ll pretend I’m not feeling well and have the teacher take me home!”

“Is that okay?”

“Don’t you want to do it?”

“Okay…okay…let’s try!”

(9)

As soon as the car started moving on the road, Naji, who was sitting in the passenger seat, immediately reached out and lifted her pleated skirt,
revealing her round thighs.

“The car is moving, it’s dangerous.”

Miho pulled her skirt back up. Naji pulled it up again, and while driving and looking straight ahead, Miho tried to
shake off his hand, but Naji waited for Miho’s hand to go back to the steering wheel and lifted her skirt back and forth three times.

Miho just puffed out her cheeks, and just the way he lifted her skirt back and forth was enough to make her furious.

Just now, in order to be alone with Nachi, she deliberately ignored Yuuko's surprised gaze and interrupted their
pleasant meal, using the pretext of driving her student home—all of this was simply to await this man's caresses.

But now, driving, Miho felt terrified. Therefore, she desperately tried to cover her exposed thighs.

"No… put your hands back…" Nachi raised his voice to stop her.

"But… but it's strange… like this!"

"What's strange about it!"

"Is there anyone driving like this?"

“But I love it! Teacher’s thighs look so tempting, so fresh and delicious!”

Miho’s hands were sweating as she gripped the steering wheel.

“Wearing clothes like this, with your skirt lifted up, looks so sexy.
What ?”

“I feel so embarrassed!”

“Really? That’s great, Teacher loves your shy look.”

“…”

“What do you think?”

Miho’s thighs were being stroked, and then he rolled them up even higher.

“I…I don’t know…”

“Okay, I’ll make you even more shy.”

He used both hands to lift the skirt up to the inside of her thighs.

“Ah!” Her bare buttocks were exposed, touching the cold seat cushion.

“How is it, Teacher…”

“You…you’re going too far…”

“But…it’s very sexy!”

He caressed her white buttocks while kissing her ear hidden behind her hair.

“Ugh…” Miho closed her eyes for a moment, and her knees, which were pressing on the brake pads, suddenly lost their strength.

Nachi's tongue roamed near her ear, while her hand kneaded her breasts, unbuttoned her bra,
and slipped inside.

"I like you… Miho…"

Hearing her name called for the first time, Miho felt a surge of intoxication.

"That's dangerous! Nachi… are you even willing to die?"

"Yes… if I could be with Miho."

Nachi's fingers rubbed the tips of her bra cups as she slipped her tongue inside her ear. Miho
stopped at a red light.

"Na… Nachi… I like you…"

Miho murmured, moaning, her arms around Nachi's head as she kissed her.

Their tongues met, sparks flying in their mouths. Just then, three people who looked like salaried workers passed by on the sidewalk ahead, glancing

towards the car . Although Miho noticed their strange looks, the passion and excitement within her made it impossible for her to control her impulsive behavior. Her emotions were at their peak, causing her to suckle Na Zhi's tongue even more tightly. At that moment, two young men who looked like students leaned out of the convertible on their right, whistling . They probably couldn't see her skirt being lifted, or her thighs. But Na Zhi was deliberately kneading her breasts vigorously ; they were probably just peeking at this spectacle! In a dizzying mix of shame and heightened lust, Miho's ignited senses completely overwhelmed her reason; she seemed to have become a prisoner of desire. The young men, watching with relish, even threw out a remark: "Don't go too far, it's not worth getting into a car accident and dying." With that, they started the car and drove off. Their lips finally parted slightly, and Miho suddenly realized her bold actions, her face instantly turning bright red . "Ah!" Just as she was about to start the car, Nachi began to caress her labia again. Miho cried out and slammed on the brakes, thankfully no cars were behind her. However, many pedestrians on the sidewalk turned to see what was happening. "Drive carefully, Miho-sensei, we can go home quickly and make love. There 's no one there, you can do whatever you want!" Nachi whispered in her ear. Miho nodded slightly; he was absolutely right, but her body, already nearly driven mad, couldn't withstand Nachi's caresses. "Wow! So wet!" "Mmm..." There was no need to argue anymore; the overflowing juices had already stained the car seat. Nachi pulled his penis out, then deliberately placed his other hand between Miho's white, tender buttocks, stimulating her anus. "Do you feel anything in your butt?" "Mmm... but I'm not quite sure..." "If you don't like it, then stop..." "No... it's okay... it feels good!" A surge of indescribable excitement coursed through Miho's heart, her chest pounding. Especially when she looked at that erect penis, she was like a woman who had lost her soul, completely losing her rationality. Nachi's fingers penetrated her anus, and Miho's long legs trembled. The sensation in her labia was especially intense. Her anus, which was usually only touched by her husband, felt different now because it had been violated by Nachi's body . Miho would occasionally glance sideways at Nachi's penis, unable to fully satisfy her desires, but unable to resist the urge in her heart. At this moment, Nachi's lips were also restlessly wandering on her neck and cheeks, his left hand kneading her breasts, while his right hand was deeply inserted into her anus. Another red light was being pressed, and she could no longer restrain herself. She reached out with her left hand to stroke Nachi's thigh, her eyes fixed straight ahead, searching for Nachi's penis. The moment she grasped it, feeling its heat and hardness, she almost cried. "Teacher, are you holding my penis?" Miho was momentarily stunned, feeling deeply ashamed of her bold and immoral act , yet unable to immediately let go of the penis. "Do you like it?" "Hmm...maybe..." "Do you want it?" "Hmm...yes..." She responded unexpectedly with a coquettish voice, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything so explicit. "Is it okay to hold it like this?" "Hmm...no...no..." Miho stammered, unable to be clear, her hand gripping the penis as its warmth throbbed within her body . "This...I want to...kiss..." Miho, lost in thought while staring at the penis, involuntarily opened her mouth. "Have you forgotten? My entire body belongs to you, teacher." "Ah!" Miho disregarded her wifely reserve, bending down and quickly bringing her lips close to the tip of the penis, her rationality long since forgotten. The penis, warm as fire, seemed to melt inside her lips, sending waves of pleasure through her. "Oh...oh..."

Miho let out a seductive moan as her lips enveloped the tip of his penis.
A surge of excitement and pleasure coursed through her from her nose to her brow.

Miho sucked on it with her soft lips, slowly sliding them back and forth; her tongue, throat, and even her jaw
felt like they were burning with flames.

"The pedestrian light has changed."

"Ugh..."

Even though she heard that, she couldn't bear to let go of that lovely penis.

The cars behind her started honking.

Miho reluctantly looked up, determined to get home quickly, because she longed to suck on
his penis to her heart's content!

Whenever the car stopped for a moment, Miho would bend down and cover it with her lips.

"Ah...ah..."

Unlike usual, the red light seemed to suddenly become so short, and urged
on , she hurriedly started the car again.

(10)

So, until they got home, they had engaged in oral sex more than fifteen times intermittently in the car, but
this bring satisfaction. On the contrary, the repeated interruptions only fueled the pent-up desire within them, pushing their
senses to their limits.

When they left the hotel, their bodies were already on the verge of a sudden, but as the car entered
the Takatsuka family's garage, the flames of desire intensified several times over.

"We're home... Miho..." Miho seemed unsure of where she was; all she could think about was the excitement and desire

she had just experienced from the oral sex . "What do we do now?" "Whatever...whatever you like!" Miho was filled with anticipation. “You’d better tell me what you want to do, or I won’t do anything.” “Ugh… ah… this… then kiss me…” “Is just a kiss enough?” “No… no… you also have to touch my breasts… suck them…” “And then?” “This… and there… do you like that…?” “There?” “That’s it!” “What is it?!” “It’s… it’s my… vulva…” For the first time since birth, she had uttered such a degrading word. “Just your vulva?” “And… and my butt… and my anus.” The overflowing nectar had already soaked her anus. “That’s all.” “So… so… anything is fine… as long as I’m with Nachi, anything is comfortable… whether it’s my vulva … my anus… whatever you want… be rough… be rough, it doesn’t matter…” Miho screamed wildly. “I’m getting off… Miho…” Nachi got off the car from the passenger seat, took a backpack from the storage room next to the garage, and stood in front of Miho. "Take off your clothes quickly, don't do it in front of me. I don't want to see you wearing such inconspicuous clothes again." "Ugh...yes...yes..." Seeing Nachi's sharp eyes, Miho's thighs trembled with excitement. She quickly took off her top, along with her underwear and skirt. Now she was only wearing garter stockings and high heels. Her beautiful, full breasts were exposed in front of the man she loved, and warm, sweet fluid kept flowing from her lower body, even seeping down her thighs. "Do you want to wear this?" Nachi took out a dog collar from his backpack and deliberately asked her. Miho held her breath and slowly said, "Mmm... mmm..." She answered in a hoarse voice. As the locked collar was put around her neck, a painful yet sweet shiver ran through her chest and between her thighs. "Undo your hair, let me take a good look!" Miho pulled off the hairband at the back of her head, shook her head, and her wavy hair immediately fell to her shoulders and chest. “Miho, I’m going to torture you properly…” Naji brushed her hair back, and Miho reached out to hug Naji. “Still wet?” “Mmm!” Miho’s chest pounded, and she nodded vigorously. “Let me check with my fingers.” “Ah!” Her eyes were hazy as she stared at Naji, whose hand slowly moved down to her lower abdomen, stroking her pubic hair before exploring her labia. “Ugh…” Miho’s waist twisted. “How does it feel?” “So good…” “Let me see more clearly.” Miho used her other hand to slowly open her labia. “I can’t see very clearly, let me hear the sounds.” “Ah!” Miho’s fingers once again probed into her wet vaginal opening, moving in and out. “Ugh…” “Ah…” Miho twisted her waist passionately, making annoying noises, especially under Naji’s watchful eye as he watched his fingers play with her genitals, the sensation was even more intense. Miho's breathing grew heavier, and her lower abdomen gushed with a torrent of fluid. "I can't hear you very well, Miho..." "Ugh..." Miho deliberately moved her fingers vigorously, and a sound that would make anyone blush could be heard from between her thighs. "Can you hear me, Nachi?" "Ah... what a lewd sound, now I'll touch your breasts!" Miho's throat gurgled. In truth, she longed to be joined with Nachi's penis immediately. But Nachi words filled Miho's body with the flames of pleasure and desire. "Ah!" She supported her breasts with both hands, gripping them tightly from below. "Is this okay?" "Hmm... not bad..." "If you like it, then try to make your nipples stand up!" Her breasts, soaked with sweat, were already enviable and full compared to other women. Even without deliberate manipulation, they didn't have any indentations; they were already proudly erect. But Nachi still demanded that they be even more erect. When Nachi said something, you had to do as he asked. So she started rubbing it desperately, but her already erect nipples seemed unable to harden any further.

"What's wrong? Don't you feel anything? Don't you want to make love to me?"

"Nonsense... I'll get hard soon."

"Ah!" Miho said, pinching her nipples hard with her fingers.

"Ah... so good..." Miho moaned, twisting her upper body.

"If your fingers don't work, you can use your tongue!"

"Hmm!"

Miho hesitated, not knowing that the tongue she was referring to was undoubtedly her own. She had never
done that before. Just thinking about what it would be like to do it made Miho even more excited, as if her whole body was on fire
.

If she did that, wouldn't it be something a porn star would do! But they were different; it was their
job.

But she liked it and was willing to do it, and as a teacher and someone's wife, she
was actually doing such lewd things in front of students younger than herself.

Despite her hesitation, she lowered her head and licked her breasts with her tongue, then her nipples.

"Ah!"

It felt even better than she had imagined, and Miho began to revel in it, slowly sucking on the tip of her nipple.

"Mmm...mmm..."

"Miho, your left hand is free!"

Naji said, moving Miho's left hand to her crotch.

"Touch your clitoris too!"

Miho touched her engorged clitoris with her middle finger, hot, glistening nectar flowing out continuously.

"How does your anus feel?"

Miho's index finger penetrated her labia, while her middle finger went to her anus. Her stimulated anus
was already slippery, soaked with wet nectar.

Being asked by Naji to do such obscene things was a first for Miho, and
that's why the stimulation was all the more intense.

"Mmm...it's erect..." Miho hurriedly showed off the results of her efforts to Naji.

“Now make your left nipple hard too.”

Miho nodded, sucking on her left nipple in the same way as before, while her right fingers
stimulated her clitoris, labia, and anus.

“It’s hard!”

“Wow! Miho, your body is so sexy…so lewd!”

“Ah…”

Miho was overjoyed by Nachi’s affectionate gaze.

“Put this on.”

Nachi took out the tight sweater and mini skirt she had worn that morning from her backpack.

“You…you’re not going to hug me?”

“I want to make love with the teacher wearing this outfit.”

Miho obediently took the skirt and sweater. She put them on with anticipation.

She wanted to unite with Nachi as soon as possible; this thought was the only thing swirling in Miho’s mind.

“Ah…ah…”

“Come here!”

Nachi pulled on the collar around Miho’s neck and walked out of the garage.

(11)

Under the moonlight, Miho trembled all over. Before her was a vast, boundless yard, completely different from her own home.
She had gazed at this yard many times before and visited it many times, but now she was being led
around . She never dreamed of this.

“Miho, have you forgotten something?”

“…”

Nachi looked at her thighs, and Miho frowned slightly.

“Ah…ah…”

She lifted the hem of her miniskirt with both hands, trembling as she rolled it up to her waist. In the night breeze,
her exposed thighs, wet labia, and buttocks became even hotter and more aroused.

He pressed Miho to roll up her sweater as well, revealing her two breasts.

“This is the most suitable look for a teacher!”

“Now you walk like a dog.”

“Ugh…”

The passion filling Miho’s heart made her almost dizzy.

Nachi suddenly turned back towards the garage. He suddenly heard a clicking sound, but he thought it was probably
something like a cat, so he didn’t bother to investigate.

Miho knelt on the ground, her hands pressed against the concrete to support her upper body.
Crawling like a dog, just like the night before, filled her with immense shame.

However, this shame was far more intense than yesterday's.

In fact, being collared and left naked in front of Nachi, her buttocks and breasts exposed, wandering the Takatsuka family
's garden, had ignited her desire to its peak, her body filled with a strange heat and
joy .

She herself didn't understand why she felt this way; while yearning for intercourse, being
dominated by Nachi, and being so obscenely ordered to do such lewd things, gave her an indescribable
pleasure.

"What a sexy ass… Miho…"

"Ah…"

Just those words sent Miho's soul soaring to the heavens.

The thought that her body could arouse Nachi's interest and be praised like this was more joyful than anything else.

Therefore, Miho swayed her hips even more vigorously and provocatively on the grass.

"Tired?"

"No...no..."

Actually, she was physically exhausted, having barely rested since yesterday.

Although she was a physical education teacher, after days of lovemaking, her wrists, neck, waist, and legs
felt a slight ache, but with passion in the air, Miho had long forgotten her
fatigue .

"Do you want to be a mare?"

"..."

"That's enough for tonight!"

"No...I hate it..."

Miho raised her voice at Nachi's cold words.

"I want to...be a mare, you sit! Nachi..."

"Okay! I'll sit! Also, you walk around the yard five times. If you faint along the way, then tonight
is over!"

"Ugh...but..."

Just as she was about to speak, Nachi's waist was already against her back.

"Okay...let's go..."

Nachi swayed her body unceremoniously on Miho's back. Although Miho's steps were not very steady, she
still took a step. Even if it's in the position of a mare, being able to touch each other like this...
The sight of her body filled Miho's chest with a surge of joy, which
enabled her to finally complete the five laps Nachi had set for her.

"I'm going to reward you,"

Nachi said, getting off her back and pulling on the collar to help Miho stand up.

"Do whatever you want!"

"!"

Miho was overwhelmed with joy, her limbs trembling.

She almost screamed with delight, wrapping her arms around Nachi's neck and pressing her lips firmly against hers. She had lost
the leisurely slow sucking and instead, her tongue plunged in wildly and greedily, swirling around Nachi's tongue and
making squeaking sounds.

Now, she no longer needed to pay attention to the changing lights; she could kiss wildly, openly, and without restraint
.

She tilted her face to the right and then to the left, her tongue swirling in Nachi's mouth,
sucking every inch of Nachi's lips.

She desperately wanted to unite with Nachi's penis immediately, but to truly feel that this young
body was completely hers, she wanted to caress it with her tongue and fingers.

She sucked on his nipples, then slowly moved to his lower abdomen, her eyes fixed on his genitals, and unbuckled
his belt .

As soon as she pulled down his trousers, she immediately pulled down his underwear as well.

Seeing the erect penis before her, Miho screamed. She gripped the base tightly, took a breath, and
brought her lips to the tip of the penis.

"Ah...oh..." gurgling sounds kept coming from her throat as she rubbed

the hot tip of the penis against her cheeks, palate, the inside and outside of her tongue, and her throat. For this penis that drove her mad, Miho actually exposed her breasts and buttocks, kneeling on the grass in Nachi's garden , doing such an immoral thing. Although Miho was fully aware of her despicable behavior, she could not control herself . “But…I like you…ah…” Miho’s voice trembled as she rubbed her full breasts against his erect penis. Her desire, like a lit wick, was about to erupt. “Come! Come!” Miho turned around, her four legs forming a crawling posture, her buttocks, clad in a mini-skirt, sticking out high. Her wet, lubricated labia and anus seemed deliberately presented before Nachi. “What do you want me to do?” Nachi stood proudly like a king, pointing down at Miho’s seductive pose . “You violated me…this is your buttocks…and your genitals…” Miho screamed. “Is just your genitals enough?” “My anus…my anus too…and my lips…my genitals…my whole body…” Miho screamed hysterically. “Ugh…” Nachi’s hands began to touch Miho’s burning buttocks, and Miho’s whole body began to tremble violently. “I really like you so much… Miho…” Nachi grasped her breasts again, kissing her ear and her lips. Embraced by Nachi like this, Miho almost cried. Every inch of her skin was overwhelmed by waves of pleasure and reacted with excitement. The hot, steel-like penis finally slid from the narrow opening of her buttocks to the entrance of her labia, penetrating all the way to her uterus. “Ah… ah…” At the same time, Nachi’s fingers were also touching Miho’s labia and anus. Nachi began to sway her body. Miho knelt on the grass, her face contorted and trembling as she looked up. Nachi touched her breasts while sucking on her ear. “Ah… ah…” Miho’s sobbing cries echoed throughout the courtyard. (12) From that day on, Miho never wore underwear or a bra in front of Nachi, and of course, she did the same at school. Since they were still wearing clothes, no one noticed, but because it was Nachi's order, she obediently carried it out. As a result, even without Nachi's direct caresses, Miho's body was almost always wet all day. Especially the secret rendezvous in the gymnasium warehouse after class and in the park after her husband was asleep late at night, the passion reached its peak. Although the guilt she felt towards her husband still existed, Miho could no longer imagine life without Nachi and without Nachi's penis. Although this was somewhat ironic, since she began to be obsessed with Nachi, Nakajo's penis seemed to be slowly regaining its former vigor. The frequency of intercourse, which used to be only twice a month, has now increased to about once every two days. Perhaps this is the transference effect of Miho 's body being overly attached to Nachi's penis. After such sweet days, one day something unexpected happened and the flaw was exposed . Chapter 4 Collar Parade (1) That day, because it was the first day of the exam, Miho unusually returned home after noon. “Mrs. Nakajo, it’s me, Yaozheng.” A rough male voice came from the direction of the kitchen door. Miho walked toward the kitchen door in surprise. Yaozheng was a vegetable vendor in the station shopping street who often walked around the residential area. He was especially polite and attentive to Mrs. Takazuka, and sometimes he would even appear at women’s gatherings. Although Miho knew of him, she was usually busy with work, and although she had been asked to buy things before, she still preferred to buy them on her way home from the supermarket near the station. “Coming!” As soon as Miho entered the kitchen, she saw a middle-aged man with a protruding belly, whose wife had died several years ago. “Thank you for your hospitality. I just happened to be passing by and thought I’d drop by.” He stroked his still thick, freshly shaved beard leered at Miho’s entire body. “Ah… how rare, you have the time today.” Miho felt a chill and gave a faint smile. "That kid's a real shame. By the way... Madam, are you wearing underwear today?" "Huh?" "Underwear! Or not?" "I'm... I'm sorry... What are you saying?"

Miho felt extremely embarrassed, but the middle-aged man calmly took out panties and a white
bra from his pocket.

"Then...whose things are these?"

"Ah..."

For a moment, she couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Don't play dumb. I saw it with my own eyes. Last Sunday in Mr. Takatsuka's garage, Madam and
that brat Nachi were doing it!"

"..."

All the color drained from Miho's face, and she felt dizzy. So that's how it was. That night, after making
love with Nachi, she was on her way home, but she couldn't find her bra and panties anywhere. She had always thought Nachi had taken them.

And when she was collared and crawling on the ground like a dog, she heard something
fall . Nachi thought it was a cat or some other animal.

"Madam, despite being a teacher, is quite lecherous!"

Miho suddenly felt her waist being touched, and then she came back to her senses. At this moment, she saw the middle-aged man
walk into the kitchen, get close to her face, and stare at her.

“Mr…Mr. Yao Zheng…”

“I want to see if you’re not wearing underwear.” He reached out rudely to pull down her skirt.

“Ah…stop…”

Her white underwear covering her thighs was immediately exposed. Miho quickly pulled her skirt down.

Ignoring Miho’s resistance, the middle-aged man pressed her body against the wall, one hand
groping her breasts while he began kissing her.

She struggled, trying to scream.

“This is so funny. Do you want to call for help? If anyone comes, I’ll tell everyone what you and Naji did
, how about that!”

“No!”

Her strength momentarily relaxed, and the man placed his hand on her thigh, caressing the mature, alluring
part of her underwear.

“Ugh…no…”

The lewd old man’s groping sent shivers down Miho’s spine.

“Behave yourself, madam… If Mrs. Takazuka comes, everything will be exposed!”

Upon hearing the name Mrs. Takazuka, Miho cowered even more. The cunning old man smiled strangely,
rubbing the married woman's pantyhose while kissing her lips and neck.

“You… what are you going to say to me?”

“Hehehe… as expected of a wise and beautiful teacher. Madam, you're working, aren't you? You must have saved up quite a bit of
money on the side, right?”

Miho seemed to see a glimmer of hope and turned to look at the old man's face.

“This… this, I'll shut up if you ask me for how much.”

“Well… we can discuss this. By the way… where is the bedroom?”

“!”

“Lead the way, or forget it…”

“Here.”

Miho had no choice but to lead him to the second floor. At this moment, the old man's hands were still wrapped around her waist, and especially
when walking up the stairs, he lifted her skirt from behind and caressed her mature buttocks.

Although she wanted to reach behind to push the old man's hands away, the situation did not allow her to do so, and
she could only accept it in humiliation.

Upon entering the second-floor bedroom, the old man finally left her. Miho quickly straightened her skirt.

"How about the money we agreed on? Three hundred thousand, is that alright?"

Miho was confident; she thought that amount should be enough to get rid of him.

"I'll pay in full."

"Of course, pay in full, just sleep with me one more time."

Miho shrank back.

"Stop arguing, it'll all be settled in one go."

The old man grabbed her wrists, staring intently at Miho's face.

"I...I'll pay five hundred thousand...so please let me go!"

"No, if you don't want it, we'll go next door and spill everything, how about that!"

"No...no..."

"Then...just give me a hug!"

"No!"

Suddenly, her cheeks were slapped by large, bear-like hands.

"You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences...humph..."

Her head, neck, and face were suddenly struck, and Miho stood there, stunned.

“Didn’t I tell you, just once? I won’t say anything, okay…”

“Yes…yes…” Miho stammered.

“Come this way!” The old man pulled Miho to the bedside and sat on it himself.

“Now, pull your skirt up, just like last night.”

“…”

“Hmm…there’s still time, we can take it slow.”

Miho bit her lip, her hands on the hem of her skirt, it seemed she couldn’t escape this misfortune.

Just once. If once could cover it up, then so be it, she
muttered to herself , slowly pulling her skirt up.

The old man peeked out with his lecherous eyes, carefully and slowly looking at her two shy, close-knit thighs.

“Such sexy thighs, hmm, madam! Lift them up a little more.”

“Ugh…” Miho frowned, slowly pulling up her skirt with trembling hands. Just
the act of pulling up her skirt, having her thighs and underwear looked at, was enough to make her extremely ashamed.

The lecherous old man stared in disbelief.

“A little…a little higher…”

Miho pulled her skirt up to her waist in one breath.

The inside of her skirt revealed her rounded hips, with white panties clinging to them. The approximately six-
inch fabric, embroidered with delicate lace, accentuated her beautiful body, making her even more striking.

“Do you always wear white panties?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t you wear black?”

“Sometimes.”

“What a fantastic figure! Madam…” The older man licked his tongue, smiling strangely.

“Ever since you moved in, Madam, I’ve been obsessed with you. Even just once, to make love to a mature and alluring woman
like something I’ve always dreamed of.”

The older man’s hand reached out, grasping her exposed inner thigh.

“Ah!”

“You stay still!”

The older man pressed down hard on her buttocks, arbitrarily caressing her thighs, even
rubbing her white, tender buttocks back and forth with his middle finger.

"Huh!"

The old man seemed impatient and started reaching down to pull at the edge of his underwear, all the way up to his thigh.
" Halfway there.

" "Ah..."

Miho instinctively reached out to cover her pubic hair.

"Didn't I tell you to stay still?"

"But...but..."

Miho looked around the bedroom. Although there was no one else around, it was still uncomfortable to have a vegetable
vendor , his genitals pointed directly at her.

"Then let's not wear underwear, let's go say hello to the lady next door, tell her you used this
genital to seduce her son, how about that?"

"Ugh..."

Miho turned her face away, pulling her skirt up to her waist again.

"Is this the lady's pubic hair?"

The old lecher moved closer, stroking it with his thick fingers.

"Open your legs."

"Please...please let me take a shower."

"No...you can't. It's such a waste, I finally get to smell the lady's scent properly."

Miho felt disgusted from the bottom of her heart.

It was still sex, but she felt this guy was just an unacceptable stinky man.

She wore a distressed expression, helplessly spreading her legs.

Miho closed her eyes, avoiding the old lecher's persistent gaze.

"Heh...heh...heh...Madam's vulva looks so beautiful, its shape hasn't
been ruined , not bad at all..."

The old man stared intently at her vulva, as if he wanted to devour it.

"Ugh..."

The old man's thick lips were already covering the skin of her vulva.

The man smelled the fragrance of this married teacher's body, his blood seemed to be boiling.

"Is this a beautiful woman's vulva? It tastes so good, it's irresistible!"

Yaobai stubbornly sucked, pressing his tongue against her labia, kissing her wildly.

He was always rumored to be a lecherous man with inexhaustible energy. It was said that he had taken advantage of the excuse of buying groceries and grocery shopping, taking advantage of the husband
's absence, to violate the bodies of countless wives, of course, few of whom were of superior appearance or age.

Only Nakajo Miho was probably the most admirable one he had ever seen. Even without undressing, the curves of her body,
barely covered by clothing, were enough to conjure up an image of alluring beauty.

Unlike the middle-aged housewives he usually associated with, Miho exuded elegance and mature beauty,
along with the grace of a teacher.

"Madam, stand still and take off all your clothes..."

the old man commanded, stripping himself naked. His lower abdomen bulged like a large bucket,
while his limbs were surprisingly covered in dark hair.

Miho removed her bra and skirt, hastily trying to cover her breasts and lower abdomen with her hands.

"Let me take a good look at your body."

The old man pushed her hands aside, admiring Miho's well-proportioned curves. Her body, never having given birth,
not only possessed beautiful curves and skin but also a mature beauty that inspired endless admiration.

"Your figure is amazing, I really envy your husband!"

The old man began blowing air into her ear while kneading her
breasts with five fingers.

Perhaps due to his age and experience with countless women, the older man seemed adept at exploiting women's
weaknesses. His caresses possessed a fresh and intense sensation tinged with fear.

"Ah...ah..."

Miho gritted her teeth, desperately trying to suppress a moan, but her body already felt the stimulation. Her nipples
slowly hardened, and her labia continued to flow with moisture, wetting her entire vulva.

"Hands there...start from behind."

A penis even thicker than Naji penetrated Miho's body like fire.

A sudden surge of excitement arose within Miho. The older man's penis moved even more forcefully, his
technique skillful and experienced. This caused Miho's lower body to involuntarily gush forth a stream of moisture.

"Does it feel good, ma'am..."

"Wow...so wet? Are you always this passionate and wet when you make love with others?"

Miho frowned, feeling an overwhelming shame, wishing she could die immediately. The more she felt this way, the more intensely her body
reacted.

“Hmm…it’s unbearable…”

The old man made a beast-like sound and began a fierce counterattack. His penis was like a small tank,
advancing bravely into Miho’s vagina.

(2)

On the day the exam ended, Miho waited for Nachi at a restaurant in the suburbs.

Four days ago, Yao Masashi violated her body and also wired 300,000 yen as agreed. It was
time to make a clean break with Nachi. She secretly decided in her heart.

Her relationship with Nachi was indeed attractive. Now she no longer wore underwear when she went to school, and whenever she
met Nachi, her body would immediately become wet with shyness. Especially when she thought about meeting him today,
the wetness in her vagina had not stopped since morning.

But when she thought about Yao Masashi, she felt very uneasy.

It didn’t matter if she broke up with Nakajo. Anyway, she was a teacher and she could live alone without any
problem . And perhaps in this way, she could have a proper relationship with Nachi.

It’s just that Nakajo was too pitiful. He did nothing wrong. However, after the car accident, she had been plagued by bad luck,
but recently his sexual ability seemed to be gradually recovering, and he loved her even more than before.

But if Nachi were standing in front of her now, she wasn't confident she could refuse him outright.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

A woman's voice made Miho look up in surprise. Takazuka Ikuko didn't wait for her reply and
sat down on the chair opposite her.

"Ah... this..."

"What's so surprising? Did you do something wrong?"

"No... no... but... why...?"

"I was asked by Nachi to come. Although I had arranged to meet with the teacher, I suddenly developed a fever, so I came to tell
the teacher."

"A fever?"

"Nachi seems to be studying very hard for this exam, so I think she might be too tired. I was wondering
if the teacher could take some time to come to my house. Nachi would be very happy."

"Ah..."

Miho hesitated, but Ikuko had already picked up the bill, stood up, and walked towards the exit. Miho hurriedly
followed .

“I should pay then.” She said, quickly paying the bill.

On her drive back, Yu Ziran became unusually friendly. Miho even wondered if she had misunderstood her
before .

When they arrived at the Takatsuka residence, they saw Yao Zheng's small van parked there.

“Ah… Mr. Yao Zheng, are you also going to your residence?” Miho asked anxiously as she parked and entered the gate.

“Ah… I guess I'm just parking nearby. What’s wrong?”

“No… nothing…” she hurriedly shook her head.

But a sense of foreboding lingered in Miho’s heart.

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

Soon, Yu Ziran poured tea and placed a thin photo album in front of Miho.

“The photos are quite good, would you like to see them?”

Miho opened the album.

Upon closer inspection, she saw a woman's naked body—it was her own shameful image! A jolt ran through her;
these were the photos taken when Yao Zheng raped her.

"As an educator, aren't you shameless?"

Yuko's voice struck Miho like a bolt from the blue.

"I'm going to report you to the Board of Education, no! I should report you to the police station, so everyone knows what a
despicable teacher you are, a vixen, a vicious cat, a bitch, wearing the mask of a teacher!"

Completely different from her previous amiable demeanor, Yuko looked at
Miho .

"When my husband comes home tonight, we'll go and get the paperwork done, and we'll also sue Mr. Nakajo!"

"Wait...wait a minute..."

Miho's hands, gripping the photo album, were already sweaty, but she still spoke.

"That incident...was completely accidental." "

Accidental? That's utter nonsense. You seem to have no idea what you did. Those were high school students,
your own students."

"No...no! I'm serious. These are photos taken when I was raped."

"Really!" "I was forced..."

"Shut up. Nachi isn't the kind of kid who would do that kind of thing. I know this kid best. You seduced him,
and Nachi said the same thing. Although his grades aren't top-notch at school, I raised him since he was little. I know
his personality best. He's the least likely to lie."

Yuko's personality was like that; she would never admit Nachi's mistake.

"Takazuka-kun, where are you now?"

"I have an appointment with a friend later. I'm getting dressed up on the second floor. I finally finished my exams. If I don't relax, it'll be bad for
my health . If it weren't for you, this lewd female teacher, seducing him, he would be a perfectly healthy kid!"

"Call him here and ask him properly."

"You mean, I'm lying."

"No... Anyway, please..."

"Don't regret it!"

"Please!"

Nachi, who was called over by Yuko via intercom, glanced at Miho as soon as he entered the living room, as if he already knew what
was going on , and stood far away.

"Takazuka-kun! Tell me the truth, what did you do to me when you took this photo?"

Miho looked at Nachi with sincere eyes, and Nachi timidly looked to Ikuko for help. "

Nachi, it's okay. This isn't a police station, and there's no one else here. Just tell me."

"Um… I did have sex with Nakajo-sensei…"

"Why?"

"The teacher seems so attractive; everyone at school says so. She often wears eye-catching
clothes , and she seems to enjoy being looked at."

"It's definitely temptation!"

"Wait a minute, what I want to ask about is that day… You forced yourself on me that day, didn't you? You used violence
…"

"…"

"What happened… Nachi?"

Ikuko looked at Nachi, who didn't speak, but shook her head.

"!" Miho was shocked.

"Takatsuka-kun, why did you lie, even to the teacher? Look the teacher in the eyes."

Suddenly, Nachi looked directly at Miho.

"That's too much!" "

It's the teacher who went too far. You deliberately made an excuse to call me over and said: It's not enough for a man to just study hard
. He should be able to satisfy a woman to be a real man. I'm a teacher at the school, and I
can give you guidance on sex. So, you took off my pants, didn't you?"

Miho stared at Nachi, speechless. Nachi's expression was unlike his usual self. He showed no remorse
whatsoever , and his eyes were filled with mockery.

(3)

"If this continues, there will be no end to the argument." Miho looked at Yuko in despair.

"Is that so? I have evidence that you seduced Nachi."

Yuko stood up and opened the door to the next room.

"Please come in!"

The man who came in was Yao Zheng.

"You tell me, what exactly did this woman do to Nachi?"

Yao Zheng looked at Miho strangely.

"You... what do you want? Mr. Yao Zheng. You are despicable... you have already accepted money..."

"So what?" "I just didn't want to see this child go astray, so I told this lady the truth." "

..."

Miho had no strength left to argue.

"So your crime is decided. Starting tomorrow, you'll lose your job, your family, your
husband, and even your mother, and be relegated to the streets! Or, if that's what you like, then become a prostitute."

"Please... this matter... please keep it a secret..." Miho said almost reflexively.

"I... I'm willing to accept any punishment."

Miho knelt on the ground, clasping her hands together in supplication.

Yuko smiled victoriously, seemingly waiting for this moment.

"Really willing to accept any punishment!"

"Yes... yes..." "

Then... come here..."

Miho knelt listlessly, crawling to Yuko's feet.

"First, apologize for what you did!"

"..."

"Quickly!"

"I... I'm sorry... please forgive me!"

Without a word, Yuko picked up her slipper and smacked Miho on the head.

"Ouch..."

"Once again, what kind of sincerity is this? Explain yourself! I'm the one who seduced my student! "
"Takatsuka-kun, you forced me to have sex with you... I'm sorry... I'm willing to accept any punishment; is that
alright ?"

"Yes..."

Miho obediently repeated Yuuko's lines.

"Next, to punish you, let's take a good look at your sinful body."

Miho had completely lost the strength to resist, letting Yaozheng's hands strip off her clothes, letting his
rough hands caress her buttocks.

"Ah!"

Miho sought help from Yuuko.

"Don't be shy, don't you like being touched by men the most?"

"But..."

"You are a sinner, stand there obediently." "

Miho's beautiful body suddenly appeared before her eyes, leaving Yuko speechless. Although she had seen it in photos,
seeing that unparalleled figure in person now was truly unbelievable. Miho
was about the same age as her, but she had not an ounce of excess fat on her body. In contrast, her own breasts were sagging, and her abdomen was piled
with fat. So this was the kind of body that lured her son's lust. Jealousy made Yuko even more
unwilling to forgive Miho.

"As a teacher, you even used this body to seduce my son. Yao Zheng, you don't need to be polite to her."

Miho looked at the old man with hatred. The agreement they made had not only cost him her body and 300,000 yen, but
now he was betraying her like this. Moreover, he had no direct connection to this matter. Why should he obey
Yuko's orders and touch her inappropriately!

Miho reflexively pushed the old man's hand away.

"You should have nothing to do with this matter. Please leave!"

"Oh! Isn't that unnecessary?" Although there's no direct connection, Mr. Yaozheng is a witness, and to punish
you, we need a man's help. I won't allow you to speak to Mr. Yaozheng like that. Yaozheng, bring
that here."

Yaozheng immediately retrieved a black leather bag from the next room. From the bag, he took out a locked
black collar.

"This is your favorite thing, isn't it?" Yuko pursed her lips.

As soon as she put on the collar, Miho felt a strange tension again, as if she were playing a crazy game with Naji
, a symbol of obedience to the other party.

"It suits you well! Mr. Yaozheng, now tie her up with ropes."

"Hey... leave everything to me."

Yaozheng wrapped the rope around Miho's back.

"This...this..." Miho stammered nervously.

"You're a sinner! It's only right that you put on ropes!" "

Yabo pulled Miho's hands behind her back, then wrapped the rope around her chest, and
tied two knots at her abdomen, labia, and anus.

"Come here!"

Miho knelt down at Yuko's feet again.

"How is it? How does it feel to be tied up like a sinner?"

Yuko suddenly pressed her slipper against Miho's face.

"Ugh..."

Miho reflexively turned her face away.

"You still want to escape, humph!" Yuko instantly picked up the slipper and punched Miho's cheeks.

(4)

Finally, Yuko stopped punching, her eyes sparkling with intoxication.

"Shouldn't I say thank you?"

Miho answered weakly, her heart filled with grievances, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Let's go for a walk now!"

Yuko pulled her collar and dragged her to the door.

"Ah... people will see us like this..."

"Don't you like messing around with that guy outside like this? Now you don't even want to come with me to buy something?" “

But what if someone sees me like this in broad daylight?”

“Wouldn’t it feel better to be seen? Humph! You perverted female teacher.”

“Please forgive me!”

“How about this! I’ll give you one chance. Carry me around this courtyard four times. If you fall down along the way,
I won’t forgive you.”

“Okay!”

Yao Zheng untied her bound hands. Miho trembled as she braced herself on the grass.

“Yao Zheng! Can I borrow your thick whip?”

“Do you really need it?”

Yuko straddled Miho’s back.

“Let’s go!”

Although it was in the courtyard, the terrain was quite hilly. If she didn’t exercise regularly, she wouldn’t have the
stamina . After two laps, Miho felt a deep soreness and fatigue in her waist and shoulders.

“Faster!”

Miho gritted her teeth. Carrying a woman weighing over fifty kilograms was no light burden.

Yuko suddenly lashed out with the whip at Miho.

“Go!”

“Huh!” “

Ah!”

The excruciating pain, as if her skin were about to burst, made Miho scream.

She finally completed four laps, but Yuuko's whip showed no sign of stopping, relentlessly lashing Miho's
body .

Watching from the side, Yao Zheng couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. Although he sometimes used the whip in sexual games
, its immense power meant that a slight mishap could be fatal, so he usually only used it to
scare people.

“Don't stop!”

“One more lap!”

Miho gritted her teeth, staggering forward.

*** At first, Yao
Zheng thought Yuuko was joking.

“Mr. Yao Zheng, prepare the car.”

“Are…are we really going to do this?”

“Didn't we already decide? This woman is a sinner; we finally got this opportunity, how can we give
up halfway?”

“But…won't this attract too much attention?”

“If we don't take her to the nearby streets, how will others know? If you don't want to go, forget it! I
'll drive .” “

No…don’t do this…Madam…”

Yao Zheng, in order to satisfy his extraordinary energy, had been introduced to some wealthy and idle wives by Yuko. They would
gather together twice a month to watch pornographic videos or engage in transactions. Moreover, after the business was over, he would always give these
ugly wives a small tip. So, by informing Miho and Nachi of the scandal, he hoped to alleviate some of
the burden of borrowing money from Yuko.

Therefore, at this moment, he had no choice but to obey Yuko’s orders.

“I’ll do it… I’ll drive.”

Miho sat timidly in the car seat, looking out the window. Her hands were still tied behind her back, and she was only
wearing a thin coat.

“We can stop here.”

“Get out!?”

The car stopped around the shopping street.

“Ah… please spare me!”

“Shut up, Mr. Yao Zheng, please take her out.”

Yao Zheng got out of the driver’s seat and opened the door.

“Prepare yourself… Madam…”

“Save me… please…”

“No… come on…”

Three female high school students walked towards them and noticed Miho.

“Look?”

“What a pervert!” Whispering laughter came from behind.

Yuko proudly pulled on Yuko’s collar, buying meat and vegetables.

To onlookers, it looked like a noble lady putting a collar on this maid, and everyone looked at her
strangely. Chapter 5 Photo Reappearance (1)

“Is it on the second floor?”

“Yes! What’s going on?” Yuko answered Takazuka indifferently.

“I have something to tell him. Could you call him down? We need to discuss his college entrance exams next year.”

“Can’t you just go and call him yourself!” With that, Yuko’s lips curled into a contemptuous smile, and she walked out without another word
.

Takazuka, holding his teacup, suddenly felt all his strength drain away.

(It seems this marriage has failed!) He met Yuko six months after his ex-wife’s death in a car accident. A friend took him
to a club. At the time, Yuko was divorced and working as a waitress at the club with her three-year-old son, Nachi. After getting to know each other
for a while , Takazuka’s calm heart couldn’t help but consider marriage.

Yuko’s mother, having heard that she had killed the woman her husband had an affair with, had died in a prison.

At the time, Takazuka even had the idea that he had to save the mother and son.

He believed that with his good financial situation, he could make them happy. Unfortunately, Nachi never
accepted him. The more Takazuka showed him concern, the tighter Nachi’s heart remained closed.

It must be because the blood flowing in their veins was different—that was all he could think.

The rift with Yuko began five years ago. After marriage, his vain and arrogant
nature Due to Takazuka's poor sexual ability caused by work fatigue and age, Ikuko
separated from him in the bedroom early on and usually looked down on him.

In particular, Ikuko strongly opposed his lending of the land next door to Nakajo.

Although he had thought about divorce, Takazuka needed to have evidence of Ikuko with other men first, otherwise Ikuko
would definitely swindle a large amount of his property and would not give up easily.

(2)

Miho opened her hazy eyes and looked at the door of the bedroom.

After being brought back from the shopping street, Miho was taken into her own bedroom. She was tied to the bed in a starfish position
.

Yao Zheng and Ikuko then walked out of the bedroom. Afterwards, they heard a groaning sound like a puppy coming from next door.

Thirty minutes later, Yao Zheng returned to the bedroom and immediately jumped back onto the bed.

"Now let's change things up, madam..." he said, holding Miho's hair and kissing her.

"Ah..."

Yao Masashi frantically thrust two vibrators into Miho's vagina. He had long since lost control of
the lust that had ignited during the day, only managing to suppress his boundless desire with Yuko present.

But Miho's body was simply incomparable to Yuko's or other women of her age.

Miho's body offered no resistance to the rough man's caresses, and she seemed to
have lost all reason cooperating with the old lecher's actions, frantically sucking on his penis.

Her juices flowed down her thighs and groin...

"I'll come again tomorrow!"

As Yao Masashi left, he even inserted the two vibrators into her vagina.

"Ugh...ugh..."

The presence of these two vibrators only intensified Miho's desire.

Miho glanced at the door again, and saw a dark figure moving in the doorway.

"Nachi..."

At first, she thought it was her eyes playing tricks on her, but it was indeed Nachi near the edge of the bed.

Nachi slowly admired Miho's naked body, bound in a spread-eagle position.

Incredibly, Miho felt a shy pleasure. Ever since she saw Nachi this morning, her
body had been overflowing with desire.

"Untie me."

"Are you angry?"

"Teacher, you betrayed me. You've slept with that old vegetable vendor, probably several times already!"

"..." Miho blushed, speechless for a moment.

"It was out of necessity, I was coerced..."

"Isn't it good if you're exposed? If you truly love me, isn't that right?"

"Sigh... never mind..."

Nachi suddenly said, "Teacher is fine with anyone, not just me. Any man with strong sexual ability
is fine."

"Don't go so far... Nachi..."

"Hmph! Stop calling me so intimately. Teacher is no longer just my man. In other words, I
no longer belong to Teacher. Teacher is just my mother's or the old vegetable vendor's prisoner!" After saying that, he jumped onto the bed and
began to greedily suck on her lips.

(3)

The next day, around noon, Yao Zheng arrived and finally untied the ropes
binding her hands and feet. He told her to take a bath. After she finished washing up, she put on a tight sweater and a miniskirt, and the old man quickly tied her hands and feet again.

Miho tied her hair back, and as Yao Zheng put a locked collar on her, a surge of impulse
rose .

At this moment, there was no guilt or hesitation in his heart. Such a beautiful married woman was destined for
this fate. If anyone was to blame, it was only because she was born with such a beautiful and mature body.

Miho was dragged to the door, wearing red high heels, and asked uneasily, "
What are you going to do to me?"

"To thoroughly humiliate you... no... you'll know when you get there..." he said, kissing her lips again.

"Come on! Your wife will definitely give you a better memory than yesterday."

She was led to a small room in the living room.

"Stay here obediently!"

The room had a huge television screen, curtains hung all around, and in the dim light, a pornographic videotape
brought by .

The three women were all friends of Yuko, and they all appeared to be wealthy ladies.

As soon as Yaozheng entered, Yuko asked, "How is she? How is she?"

"She had a vibrator inserted all night, as if she was drowning in yesterday's passion. She's next door now; I'll go
call her ."

After the videotape ended, Yuko turned on the lights.

"How was it? We've got something new for you all today."

Yaozheng appeared at the door, followed by Miho.

"Who is this?" Mrs. Sakurai asked Yuko.

"This is today's culprit, here to receive her punishment."

"What exactly did she do?" Mrs. Izumiyama looked at her with ill intent.

"Lewd! And that's not all. This culprit is a high school teacher, yet
she sexually seduce and tease a child who knows nothing—his student, a high school student—making him
satisfy his desires every night."

"Oh my, but she doesn't look that old!"

Mrs. Nito, wearing black trousers, held a cigarette in her hand, observing Miho; everyone agreed with her assessment.

“Come on! Let everyone see your lewd body that seduces your students.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Please forgive me!” Miho covered her face, her shoulders trembling.

“You still have the nerve to beg for forgiveness? Fine, I’ll report your crime to the school, but before that,
I’ll contact your husband. I’ve found out where he’s on a business trip.”

Yuko walked straight to the phone and picked up the receiver.

“No…stop…please…”

“It’s your fault! You said you’d accept punishment, but now you won’t keep your word.”

“I…I’ll do it…cut the phone off…”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Yuko put the receiver back and said sternly, “Still standing there in a daze!”

Yao Zheng immediately picked up Miho’s body, his hands kneading her breasts.

“Ah!”

“Madam…my nipples are so hard, I really can’t take it anymore. I’ve been waiting all night, I’m not going to
be polite . You should also put aside your shyness and enjoy it to the fullest! Leave everything to me, and hold me tight today!”

The old man began his rough ravaging, and the four people watched in stunned silence.

Chapter Six Anniversary of Humiliation (1)

After having dinner outside, Takazuka returned home after eight o’clock. The vast courtyard was gloomy, and no one
came out to greet him.

Is this still home? He asked himself as he entered the living room, and was suddenly frightened by the scene before his eyes. He
saw a woman wearing black lace underwear, high heels, and a coat flash through the living room and walk through the room
.

“You…Yuko…”

“Who called me?”

“What are you doing…what kind of outfit is that…”

“Wh…what…” Yuko said in a nonchalant tone.

“I asked you what you are doing?” Takazuka tried to ask again in a calm tone.

“It’s nothing serious…isn’t it nice to dress like this?”

“Is there some kind of banquet?”

“Banquet? Hahahaha, it’s better if you don’t know, you old geezer who should have died long ago…” He said, closing
the door and leaving the house.

Takazuka went upstairs to the second floor and returned to his bedroom, only to see figures moving around in the Nakajo family’s house.

(2)

Yuko suppressed the urge surging in her body and went straight to the second-floor bedroom of the Nakajo family’s house.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Miho was kneeling on the bed, sucking Nachi’s penis, and a vibrator was inserted into the vaginal opening of her black lace
panties , burning with the flames of sensuality and lust.

“As a criminal, how dare you seduce my precious son!”

Upon hearing Yuko’s voice, Nachi immediately pulled his penis out hastily.

“I didn’t…I didn’t seduce Nachi…”

Yuko turned to Nachi and asked, “What happened, Nachi?”

Nachi grinned and replied, “The teacher said you have to suck my penis no matter what.”

“See how I punish you!”

Without another word, Yuko picked up a whip and mercilessly lashed it across Miho’s body.

“Yuko, what are you doing!”

Yuko turned around sharply and saw Takazuka standing at the door with a furrowed brow.

“Let go!”

“No!”

Takazuka and Yuko began to fight, and Nachi picked up the iron sword that he had used to unlock Miho’s anklet that morning.

Nachi swung it down hard on Takazuka’s white-haired head.

Takazuka clutched his head and fell to the ground, and Miho screamed.

“That’s why I need your help, otherwise I’ll kill you too!”

Miho hurriedly shook her head.

“I’ll do it…I’ll do it…”

She dragged him all the way to the courtyard. He ordered Miho to dig a hole.

After an hour, he put Takazuka’s body inside.

*** "I was trying to save
my mother , I was acting in self-defense..." Naji almost cried, her hands trembling slightly.

"Lend me..." Yuko snatched the iron pipe from Naji's hand.

"I won't let you take the blame alone." As she spoke, she kept slashing at Takazuka's head.

"Take him outside!" Yuko urged Naji when she saw that Takazuka was not moving.

"You help too." She reached out and untied Miho's collar.

"Dead...dead..." Miho's naked body trembled violently.

(3)

Yao Masaru came to Takazuka's house. Because of the afterglow of yesterday's joy, he couldn't wait to see
Miho again, but he couldn't find Miho in the bedroom on the second floor.

Yuko saw Yao Masaru and said, "Oh! You're here early."

Yuko slowly led Yao Masaru to the courtyard.

Yao Masaru stood there speechless.

He saw that Miho was wearing a collar and her whole body was buried in the soil, with only her head showing.

"Dig her out!"

"Ah...okay..."

Digging into the ground, they pulled her body out, and Yao's expression froze. Takatsuka's
corpse was also buried there.

"Ah..."

"You woman, you've gone mad! You actually killed your own husband! Sorry, I won't associate with a perverted
lecher like you."

Back in the shop, the old man covered his face with a blanket, constantly cursing.

He finally regained his composure after a while.

“This can’t be left like this. That man is neglecting his important position. If he doesn’t go to the company,
someone will investigate immediately. And murder is no laughing matter in Japan… Besides, I have
a relationship with Mrs. Nakajo, so they’ll definitely investigate me… Right… I still have my purse in the Nakajo’s bedroom, this is terrible
…”

Yao Masashi quickly jumped out of the quilt.

The old man rushed to the second floor of the Nakajo’s house, stuffed the rope, vibrator, and other items into
the purse , and then quickly went downstairs.

At this moment, someone came in through the door.

“Miho… Hey! I’m back…”

It was Nakajo’s voice. The old man hurriedly hid in the Japanese-style room inside. He saw Nakajo enter the living room and rushed
to the door in one breath.

“Hey!” Nakajo,

who thought he was in the living room, saw Yao Masashi in the kitchen instead.

“Thief!”

Nakajo, holding a bamboo sword, used his skills as a kendo master from his university days to subdue Yao Masashi in an instant
.

"What exactly happened? Aren't you the vegetable vendor Yao Masako? What are you doing here?"

"Please forgive me... I didn't do anything... really... it was all... done by the lady next door..." the old
man muttered to himself.

"She killed her own husband."

Thirty minutes later, Nakajo rushed to the Takazuka house with a bamboo knife.

(4)

Three months later...

After Nakajo rushed into the Takazuka house, he was tied up under the cherry tree and watched helplessly as Miho was brutally violated. Yao Masako
went to the police station to turn himself in that day, and everything was made public. In other words, although Nakajo and
Miho were both victims, the scandal was eventually exposed, and both of them gave up their public jobs as a public servant and a teacher.

Three months ago, the two of them rented a suite in O City, S Prefecture. Nakajo worked as a shop assistant, while Miho worked at
a laundry shop .

After that incident, Nakajo's male penile function actually recovered. It was probably due to the powerful shock brought about by the Takazuka family
! In other words, Nakajo, who was tied to the cherry tree, was reborn and awoke on that day
; for both of them, wasn't it also the most glorious memory and commemoration of their lives?

Miho enveloped Nakajo's penis with her lips, and Nakajo, already on the verge of exploding with erection, was wildly entwined with her
.

"Ah!" Miho cried out, "I love you!"

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