[05-30] [Teachers' After-School Tutoring]

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(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 to her abdominal muscles, which were stiff as if twitching. This was something that had never happened to Miho, a high school physical education teacher.
She opened her eyes groggily, staring at the ceiling of her familiar kitchen.
She desperately wanted to wash away the semen inside her, but her body wouldn't obey her commands and she couldn't move at all. Under her rolled-up top, her beautiful nipples were exposed, and her skirt was pulled up to her waist, revealing her delicate abdomen, pubic hair, and labia. Her legs were spread wide apart, and she couldn't even muster the strength to close them.
The other person was Nachi, the only son of the Takazuka family next door.
Miho's husband, Nakajo, and Nachi's father, Takazuka, were subordinate and superior at the Kanto Bank. He was also a good chess opponent, and Takazuka often invited Nakajo to their home, or even came to challenge Nakajo to a game of chess himself, enjoying it immensely.
At that time, Takazuka showed no airs of a superior whatsoever. In fact, he was always so kind and approachable in front of Miho, like a benevolent elder, a father figure.
Because of this, the couple always felt inferior to him, not only because he was 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, which Takazuka had given them without a second thought.
Therefore, if this rape were to be made public today, 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, making the matter more complex.
The mother, Ikuko, was a typical upper-class mother, passionate about education. She doted on her only son, Nachi, excessively. While she was incredibly nagging about his schoolwork, she was terribly lax in 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 they should be grateful to her. Her arrogant attitude was blatant.
If Yuko knew about this, she would undoubtedly speak up, especially since it was her own son; she would certainly deny the truth outright. 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 a history of bad behavior.
However, perhaps he still harbored some fear of his mother. Although he hadn't fully 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 at any moment.
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, whenever Nachi was invited, Nakajo was always 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 look at school, 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 one of her high school students buy super glue in the downtown area and ride a motorcycle 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 were sitting 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 was staring blankly at the ceiling. And she was surprised to find that Ji was among them.
At the same time, students from other schools also noticed Miho.
"Who is she? Who brought this guest?"
Many people looked towards the source of the voices.
"She looks like a pretty auntie!"
"Wait, no! She's our school's PE teacher."
The speaker was Junko Omori, whose hair was dyed and made up.
"What does a PE teacher do?"
"Nakajo is the student affairs officer."
"Wow! This is serious."
"She might be suspended!"
"A week's suspension is 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!"
This was said by Shigeru Minamimura, 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 couldn't possibly fight them. So she ran downstairs in a flash.
"Please come in! I'm making tea now."
Seeing Naji's attitude, she opened the door.
(2)
"Did you report what happened that day to the school?"
Naji, sitting at the dining table, shouted at 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 and said decisively.
Naji stuck out her tongue, her face unable to hide her smile, 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 very 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 Naji had stood up.
"Teacher is the best person imaginable. If anyone did anything to harm her, I would have stood up for her. I bet my life on it." He suddenly grabbed Miho's hand, which was holding the small stove.
Miho was startled and looked up sharply.
"Do you know why? Because I want to possess Teacher." He then used his other hand to lift Miho's chin and pressed his lips to hers.
It all happened so suddenly that Miho was momentarily stunned as she accepted his lips.
Nachi's tongue slipped inside 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 Nachi's thin lips lingered on Miho's for quite a while.
Finally, Nachi released Miho's hand from the teapot. Ignoring the danger of splashing hot water, Miho hurriedly placed the teapot on the stove. At that moment, Nachi's hand forcefully wrapped around her white top and embraced her buttocks.
Due to her profession, she was stronger than most women, but Nachi's wrist strength was surprisingly strong. He continuously kneaded her buttocks, and then, restlessly, slid his hand down from her waist, reaching under the hem of her 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 for her to turn around.
Nachi therefore couldn't easily roll up her skirt. So he released his hand from her chin and moved it to her skirt.
"Ugh... Takazuka-kun..." Miho cried out to him as she exhaled. Her skirt had already 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 earnest 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's face was contorted with grief, seemingly 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 that."
Their eyes met, and Miho couldn't help but breathe uneasily.
"In short... go back..." she said, trying to shake off Nachi's hand.
Just as she was about to run away, 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 her even harder.
"No... let go..."
she tried her best to twist Nachi's hand away, but in the blink of an eye, Nachi's hand grabbed Miho's waist as she tried to escape.
"Wait!" Nachi called out, hugging her from behind.
Because she was unexpectedly hugged from behind, Miho's body was about to fall.
"Ah..."
Miho's body slumped against Nachi, and she couldn't help but cry out.
In that moment of surprise, Nachi 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, a truly alluring sight.
Nachi pulled Miho's hands behind her back, hugged her upper body even tighter, and ripped down her stockings and pantyhose together.
"Ah..."
With her buttocks suddenly exposed, Miho was stunned. Being raped was no laughing matter; protecting her life was far more important than preserving her virginity—that's what she thought.
But in those few minutes, her lower body was completely naked. Her breathing became rapid. She had unknowingly exhausted most of her strength. Perhaps it was the tension from excessive fear that had nearly drained her energy.
Nachi, who was straddling her, deftly removed the belt from her pants and ripped it open.
"Ugh...no..."
Miho cried out for help, but even so, she couldn't get help from the neighbors. One side of her house faced the road, while the other side bordered the Takatsuka family's yard. Perhaps Nachi would stop because of her screams.
Just as she cried out for help, the belt was wrapped around her throat, two or three times higher, forcing Miho's face to tilt upwards.
"Cough...cough..."

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