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Chapter 1 Night of Sex Slave
On her way home from the tram, Misako Shirato felt the urge to urinate.
She had just returned from university, likely after practicing golf and drinking beer with her friends.
Even walking quickly, it would take ten minutes to get home, a seemingly unbearable distance.
(What to do?)
Ahead lay a residential area with no restaurants, and returning to the station would only add more time.
Suddenly, at a corner, she turned in the opposite direction from home.
Because there was a public restroom on this side, there should be one. Walking quickly, it wouldn't take more than three minutes.
Although the restroom wasn't very clean, she couldn't be too picky now.
At the innermost of the four doors, she tried to knock, but the doorknob was broken. By this time, her endurance had reached its limit.
That day, Misako was wearing a pink pullover sweater with ribbon flowers on the chest and a pure white skirt, with a light purple
coat .
She hung her purse on the doorknob and hurriedly lifted her skirt.
She pulled her underwear and pantyhose down from her buttocks.
As she squatted down, urine poured into the toilet like rain.
Just as Misako was enjoying the feeling of liberation, the door suddenly opened.
"Ah!"
It was too late to close the door; a man entered and slammed it shut behind her.
"Ugh,"
for a moment, Misako thought she was having a nightmare.
"If you dare scream, I'll kill you!"
He grabbed her long, beautiful hair, the sharp blade pointing at her face.
"Ah!"
Her mouth moved a few times but no sound came out. And the urge to urinate hadn't completely subsided; she didn't have
the strength .
"Stand up!"
the man said in an excited, hoarse voice.
With her hair grabbed, Misako squeezed her legs together as tightly as possible and stood up. She felt warm urine flowing
down her thighs, wetting her underwear. The man was about forty years old, with short hair and a strong physique. He probably hadn't shaved for several days; only his eyes gleamed with a murky black light
on his dark face. Misako smelled alcohol in fear, and the man's rough hand reached for her thigh. "No!" Her body reflexively recoiled, grabbing the man's wrist. "You better behave!" He shoved her in the chest, her back against the wall. "Help! Help..." Before she could finish her cry, the man's fist struck her stomach. "Ouch!" she cried out, and a third punch landed. Breathing became difficult, her vision blurring slightly. "Spare me!" Misako pleaded in a trembling voice. A sharp blade pressed against her neck. "Do you want to die?" Misako shook her head slightly. "If you don't want to die, behave yourself. Understand?" Misako nodded slightly. This was the first time in her life she had experienced violence, and the man's fingers were caressing . In a public restroom at night, having just finished urinating, a strange thug casually fondled her labia. For a wealthy young lady like her, this caused a shame worse than death. (Ah! Help!) She cried out in her heart, regretting coming to this place. If only she hadn't drunk the beer her friend forced her to drink, if only she had gone to the restroom at the station immediately after getting off the train, this wouldn't have happened. But it was too late for regrets. The man withdrew his fingers from her labia, put them in his mouth and licked them as if he enjoyed it, revealing his black and yellow teeth. He pulled up her pink sweater, revealing her fresh and sensual breasts. Her breasts, full and mature, with nipples erect, were cupped in his hands, occasionally licking her nipples with the tip of his tongue. Misako felt a wave of despair wash over her as darkness enveloped her. The man was about to assault her. Misako had never had any contact with a man before . (How could I lose my virginity like this?) Misako wanted to scream. The man's hands began to pull off her skirt. After taking off her skirt, she seemed impatient, grabbing her panties and stockings and pulling them down from her feet. In the cramped room of the public restroom, the college girl's snow-white genitals were completely exposed. The man held a knife to her neck while quickly pulling down his pants. His dark, swollen penis pointed straight up . Misako resigned herself to her fate. She thought, this was how her first sexual experience was destined to happen. The man pulled her legs up with one hand, tucking them under his armpit, and thrust his hot penis towards her, penetrating two or three inches with the tip, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through her groin. In a moment of clarity, the thick, hard thing was already deeply inserted into her, his face lowered. The man's breathing became rapid, his penis moving rhythmically inside her. It didn't take long before it was over; the man ejaculated his white fluid into her body and then left her. Misako, as if losing her support, slumped against the wall. "Miss, so you're still a virgin," the man said, seeing the red stuff on her snow-white thighs. Misako nodded, sobbing. "I see." The man's voice turned cold again, grabbing Misako's hair. "Lick it." He tilted her head back, placing the object that had just violated her directly into her mouth. "Lick it now!" As Misako hesitated, the man roughly grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open. "Ugh!" The semen-covered penis entered Misako's mouth, and she had no choice but to hold the filthy thing inside. "Don't touch it with your teeth, lick it with the tip of your tongue." Misako had no choice but to do so, her technique obviously clumsy. But the man's shrunken penis quickly regained its hardness in the college student 's soft mouth. "Miss, you're doing very well. You'll definitely please your husband in the future. Now, take it in even deeper and lick it."

The man spoke while wiggling his hips, roughly thrusting his penis into Misako's mouth.
"Oh!"
Misako couldn't help but moan.
"Miss, do you like this?"
"───"
"Say it, you like it, right
?" "Ugh..."
She weakly shook her head.
"Say it! You like this thing!"
He forcefully pulled her hair while shaking her head.
"Ah...I...like..."
The man revealed his yellowed teeth.
"You always liked this thing, didn't you
?" "Yes..."
She stammered, her eyes watering.
"You have to say you like it!"
"Yes...I like it...
" "Do you want to have sex
?" "Yes...
" "Say it properly!"
"Spare me..."
At that moment, a slap landed on her face.
"Say it! Say it now."
"I want sex..."
Her trembling body uttered the shameful words.
"Say it again!"
"I want... sex."
"Say it again!"
"I want sex."
Tears streamed down her face, wetting her cheeks.
"Keep talking, until I promise to stop."
After issuing this command, the man ordered Misako to assume a doggy-style position.
"I want sex, I want sex..."
Misako repeated like a mantra. The man grabbed her waist from behind and began his second act of humiliation.
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Misako took three days off from school.
She had already obtained all the credits needed for graduation, only her thesis remained, so the three days off wouldn't affect her studies.
She just felt bad for faking illness and worrying those around her.
At home were her father, Eijiro; her housekeeper, Kazu; her tenant, Keita Ino; her mother had passed away five years ago; and her older sister, Ryoko, was married.
Keita Ino is her maternal uncle's eldest son, making him her cousin. He's currently taking cram school to prepare for university entrance exams and lives
at Misako's house for convenience.
It's the evening after he returned home from his first day back from school after taking leave.
"Sister, I have trouble with English, can you teach me?"
Keita said while having dinner with his father.
"Okay, I'll teach you after I take a bath,"
Misako replied casually.
Misako had taught Keita many times before .
Based on her observation, Keita's current abilities made it difficult for him to get into his first-choice national university. However, there were still four months left,
and with diligent effort, there was still a chance of success.
For Misako, who had no brothers, Keita was practically a younger brother. In fact, when Keita first called her "sister,"
she felt both embarrassed and indescribably happy.
Therefore, even if he couldn't get into a national university, she hoped he would get into his second-choice top-tier private university.
"It seems Keita needs to seriously work on his English too,"
Eijiro said, watching the two of them. Keita blushed with embarrassment. He usually got home from cram school around 10 PM, but
for the past four or five days, he'd been home before 6 PM.
"After cram school, we used CCTV at a friend's house,"
Keita said, but actually he was playing mahjong with his friends, something Eijiro had already noticed.
But there were other reasons why Keita had been coming home late lately.
After taking a shower, Misako went upstairs. Misako's room was downstairs, Keita's was upstairs. After changing, she knocked on
Keita 's door.
"Come in."
He opened the door and went inside. Because a housekeeper cleaned the room every day, it was very tidy, with posters of idol singers on the walls.
"What place are you asking about?"
"Oh, it's here."
Misako walked to Keita's side and looked at the textbook on the desk. Judging from where he pointed, it wasn't a very difficult part. "
What don't you understand
?" "It's...it means..."
Misako was puzzled by Keita's stutter. At this point, if he didn't understand this level of English,
he had no hope of getting into even a second-rate private university.
"Keita, what's wrong? With your abilities, I think this level of English is no problem."
She explained to him after saying that.
"Sister!" Keita's voice suddenly rose. "Actually, it's not an English problem. I have other questions for you." "
What?"
At this moment, Misako noticed that Keita's expression was very abnormal.
"Do women...that...feel sexy when they are forced and humiliated?
" "What?"
Misako thought she had misheard and turned to look at Keita.
"What exactly happened?"
"I don't know about that kind of thing."
His voice was a little hoarse.
"Then, when your sister was raped by thugs, did you report it to the police?"
Keita's urgent tone left Misako unable to answer.
"Just accept it
." "I don't know anything about that, it never happened."
"Answer with your imagination."
"Why...why ask such a question
?" "Because..."
"If you ask such a question, I won't care about your future."
Misako, masking her embarrassment with anger, walked towards the door.
"Wait a minute. Sister, I have something to show you."
Misako stopped at the door, noticing Keita's voice suddenly turn cold.
"What is this?
" "You'll see when you see it."
Misako walked back and looked at the photos he handed her, instantly speechless, standing there holding the photos. It was as if
a wooden stick had suddenly hit her on the head from behind. It was a huge shock.
The photos showed a young woman being raped by a man, unusually in a bathroom, the lighting dim, but this made
it all the more realistic. However, the faces of the raped women in two of the photos were very clear.
"Sister, how is it?"
Keita's voice brought Misako back to her senses.
"How could there be photos like this?"
she asked, her voice already hoarse.
"They're pretty good, aren't they? I wanted to show them to you sooner, but you seem to be sick."
Misako couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic.
(I should stay calm now.)
Misako told herself this, and then said to Keita.
"Keita, did you take these photos?"
"Yes,"
Keita nodded, looking at Misako.
"Sister, I like you."
"What!"
"I like you, what do you think of me
?" "Of course I like you."
Misako answered hesitantly.
"Do you love me? I do love you."
Misako's mind was a mess. She had just seen the photos of being raped in the bathroom four days ago, and now she was hearing her cousin's
declaration of love.
"So, tell me clearly."
Keita's gaze was very serious.
"What do you mean, 'so what'... I've said I like you, you're like my own brother... you understand, right? I've never
considered your feelings from a romantic perspective because we're relatives."
"So, you don't love me."
Keita's face showed a suicidal expression.
"That's obvious, isn't it? A beautiful and intelligent college student like you couldn't possibly fall for a student like me who's in cram school
."
"That's not it, didn't I say I really like you?"
Misako regained some composure.
Although the other person was physically large, he was still a nineteen-year-old boy, only three years older than her. However,
the difference in mental age between a twenty-two-year-old woman and a nineteen-year-old man was like that between an adult and a child. "
Really?"
Keita looked up at Misako.
"Of course."
Misako nodded, then felt Keita's gaze linger on her full breasts in her t-shirt and her thighs exposed by her mini-skirt. She suddenly felt nervous. The unique scent emanating from her freshly showered body was enough to overwhelm the boy's heart. Both of them suddenly fell silent, a suffocating silence. "Ah, I..." Misako tried to leave, but Keita grabbed her waist with both hands. "I like you. I love you." "Ah!" Keita's strength immediately pushed her down onto the bed beside her. This was the nightmare from four days ago recurring. Although she resisted, she was no match for him in terms of strength. With her hands pinned down, she had no choice but to give up resisting. Keita stared at Misako as he brought his mouth closer. Just as their lips were about to touch, Misako screamed unconsciously. "No!" she cried, turning her head away. Taking advantage of Keita's relaxed grip, Misako quickly stood up and said, "I hate people who do this kind of thing." She rushed out of the room. Back in her room, the turmoil in her heart still wouldn't subside. On the dressing table were the photos she had taken from Keita's room. Besides Keita's declaration of love, these photos had dealt a heavy blow to Misako. How did he get these photos? There was no one else in the public restroom that night. She was raped in a small space, and the door was closed; it was impossible for him to have taken the photos. Yet, there were photos in front of her that couldn't possibly have been taken. Only Keita knew the answer. And there was the issue of the negatives; she had to get them back. After regaining her composure, Misako went to Keita's door again and knocked, but no one answered. "Keita, it's me. May I come in ?" "───" "I have something to tell you." "───" "I'm coming in." She pushed open the door and went in. Keita sat in his original seat. "I'm sorry about earlier." "It's nothing." Keita said, looking at the desk. "That's good then. Let's talk about these photos." Misako placed the photos on the table and left Keita's bedside. "Keita, you said you took them. Can you tell me how you took them?" "Why ?" "Because I don't remember anyone taking these photos." "You're lying!" Keita suddenly shouted, turning his chair towards Misako. Keita's usual calm demeanor made it hard to imagine the terrifying expression he now wore. "Sister, you've come to get these photos back, right? And the negatives too." "───" "You want these things, don't you?" She picked up the photos on the table and showed them to Misako. "I want it," Misako said, looking at Keita. "These kinds of embarrassing photos... if others see them, I... you understand. It would be best if you could give them to me, and I also want to know how you took them." " I can have them," Keita answered readily. "Thank you." "But what will you give me, sister ?" "Anything..."

Misako suddenly tensed up, squeezing her legs together, revealing her miniskirt. Keita's eyes had been fixed on her
two .
Just thinking about his actions earlier, she understood what he wanted.
"Really, anything is fine?"
Keita's eyes gleamed with desire.
"No, not anything is fine."
"I knew it. Actually, we don't have to exchange anything. I couldn't resist showing it to my classmates at the cram school four days ago
."
"Keita, please don't...please."
"It's my freedom, because it's mine." Misako felt embarrassed; this was completely different from the earlier confession of a boy's lovemaking . A cunning and cold expression appeared
on Keita's face . Seeing Misako's panicked state, Keita knew these photos were more powerful than he had imagined, and he became bolder. "If you have nothing else to do, go out. I still need to do my homework." Hearing this, Misako knew their positions had reversed; things were completely different now. "Okay, Keita... I promise you... so you can't let anyone else see these photos, you have to give them all to me." Misako looked at him pleadingly. "Sister, is it true ?" "Yes, I promise. But Keita, you have to keep your promise too." Seeing Keita's childlike, innocent joy, her heart ached even more, but she had no choice but to nod . "What color underwear are you wearing today, sister ?" "What?" Misako's face froze, seemingly surprised. "What color... that's..." "Tell me." Keita said forcefully. "White... I guess..." "Let me see." Misako swallowed the words of refusal that were about to come out, and subconsciously squeezed her beautiful thighs that were peeking out from her miniskirt. "Didn't you hear me? I said I wanted to see it. " "Keita, you..." "Spread your legs wide!" The tone was commanding—as if to say, "If you don't do as I say, there will be serious consequences." Misako really wanted to leave, but she had to get the photos and negatives no matter what. "If I show you, will you give me the photos and negatives? " "Yes, I'll give them to you if you do what I say." Misako bit her lip; she just needed to endure it for a short while. Misako seemed to press down on the hem of her miniskirt with both hands, then spread her cute knees apart. At that moment, Keita's eyes saw two elastic thighs, with white pantyhose and slightly ruffled underwear between them . "Spread your legs wider." "───" Faced with Keita's stern gaze, Misako couldn't help but turn her face away, but she could only spread her legs wider. Keita's eyes clearly saw the seams of the pantyhose and the ruffles of the white underwear. "Just put your legs on the bed like this." "I can't, please spare me." "No, you promised, you have to do as I say. If you don't keep your promise, I won't either." Keita's command had absolute power. Misako closed her eyes, moved her buttocks towards the bed, placed her hands on either side, lifted her beautiful, spread thighs, and placed her feet on the edge of the bed. At this point, the miniskirt was useless. "Ah!" Keita suddenly stood up, then immediately knelt in front of the bed, stroking Misako's thighs with his hands. "No!" Misako tried to close her thighs. "Don't move!" Keita's voice was sharp. "If you move now, I absolutely won't give you the film." "This..." Misako slowly opened her thighs again. Keita stroked Misako's thighs with both hands while bringing his face close to her full thighs. Between her thighs, there seemed to be two private parts, slightly raised and covered by thin panties. It was the beautiful, raised, mysterious area he had always dreamed of seeing. Since moving into the Shirato family home, Keita had been masturbating to Misako's private parts almost every day. Before, his fantasies were about an idol singer, but now it was the scent of Misako's perfume, the touch of her hand, or the feel and smell of her panties he had secretly touched. But now, Misako's genitals were completely exposed. He was so excited he could hardly breathe, but Keita stuck out his tongue and licked the soft mound. "No!" Misako blushed crimson, covering her face with her hands. But Keita was already unable to stop. The strong scent of a woman's body emanating pressed his lips against it. "I'm taking them off," he deliberately declared, hooking his fingers around the waistband of her pantyhose. "Ah, please spare me..." Misako's crotch involuntarily recoiled, but he wouldn't let go. His hands trembled slightly, but he still pulled down. However, because he wasn't used to it, he couldn't pull any further when he reached her protruding buttocks. "Sister, stand up." Keita still held Misako's waist, helping her off the bed. Her thighs, exposed from her miniskirt, looked even more beautiful. "Please, please spare me." Misako pleaded as she pulled down her miniskirt. "I can stop, but I won't give you the film." "Ah..." Misako let out a soft gasp. Keita lifted her skirt again, this time pulling down her panties and stockings together from the side. "Lift your legs." When he reached her feet, he pulled down her panties twice. At this point, Misako was completely naked from the bottom of her miniskirt. Misako instinctively pulled down her miniskirt. "Let go!"

Keita squatted there, coldly issuing orders.
"Ah...no..."
she pleaded in a hoarse voice, but could only endure Keita lifting her miniskirt.
Keita's eyes gleamed as he stared at the dark pubic hair on her lower abdomen. Between her closed thighs, black pubic hair covered her private
area.
As his trembling fingers reached towards the dark pubic hair, the intercom on the desk rang.
Keita seemed reluctant to look away.
"Don't move."
He said, picking up the intercom.
"Is Miss Misako here?"
It was the housekeeper, Kazu's voice.
"She's here. What's up
?" "It's Mr. Sasano on the phone."
Keita cursed inwardly.
"It's my sister on the phone."
She said impatiently, handing over the intercom. Misako straightened her skirt and took the intercom.
"It's me. Ah..."
she couldn't help but cry out.
Because Keita was behind her, lifting her miniskirt and caressing her bare buttocks with both hands.
"Miss, what's wrong
?" "No, nothing."
"I'll answer the phone."
"Wait a minute..."
But it was too late; the call had already been connected.
"Hello, it's me." "
Good...night..."
Sasano was a classmate from the university golf club.
"How did things go with what we talked about last time
?" "What
?" "Forgot? Let's go for a drive next Sunday.
" "Oh, this..."
During this time, Keita's hands kept touching her buttocks, his fingers even trying to insert into her smooth cleft.
"Are you feeling better now
?" "Yes, almost."
"Then let's go. The autumn leaves are beautiful now. This time next year, we'll both be working adults."
"Ugh..."
"Misako, what's wrong
?" "Nothing."
Because Keita wanted to spread her legs, and Misako refused, Keita pinched her thigh.
"You said there was nothing wrong, but something's not right."
"It's just a strange bug."
"Oh, I see. You scared me."
Just as Sasano gave a wry smile, Misako's thighs were forced apart. Keita peered at the base of her thighs as if trying to crawl inside.
(Ah, it really is...)
Keita's body began to tremble with excitement.
In the past, Keita had only one experience with a woman, which was after failing his university entrance exams this year, when he was persuaded by a pimp to hug
a .
Perhaps because of the cheap price, the woman was thin, heavily made-up, and older. The woman herself said she was "twenty-
five years old," but her rough skin and sagging breasts made her look over thirty.
Although he ended his virginity with this woman, he had no desire to lick her genitals.
In contrast, Misako's vulva, with its pure pink color and petals seemingly shyly joined together,
was full of beautiful freshness.
Without hesitation, Keita stuck out his tongue and licked along the lovely crevice.
"Ah, um... Keita, don't do this!"
Misako finally couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed the phone, shouting loudly.
"Hello, Misako, are you listening?
" "Ah, yes... wait a moment, I'll transfer the call to my room."
She put down the intercom after saying that.
"Is your sister trying to run away
?" "No, I have something important to discuss with a college classmate, I need to hurry, otherwise he'll get suspicious."
"Does your sister like this guy
?" "Who are you talking about
?" "That man named Sasano, he's the one who calls all the time."
"No, he's just a golf buddy, a regular friend."
"But he seems to really like your sister."
"Is that so... I'm going back to my room now. Kazu will find it strange too."
Unexpectedly, Keita withdrew his hands from his thighs.
"But you have to come to my place after everyone's asleep."
Misako didn't answer, pulled down her miniskirt, and ran out without even putting on her underwear.
The next morning, Keita got up early and stood in the middle of the stairs, observing the activity downstairs. As usual, Eijiro had already gone
to work in the company car.
Last night, Misako hadn't returned to his room, and he hadn't slept all night, not because he was angry with her, but because of
the excessive excitement from touching her body and tasting her mysterious petals with his tongue.
Keita smelled the scent emanating from Misako's pantyhose and underwear, releasing his youthful desires three times.
Even so, Keita's lower abdomen, hiding on the stairs, swelled with new desires.
Soon after, the sound of slippers came from downstairs.
"Good morning, Miss."
"Good morning."
Misako was exchanging pleasantries with Kazu in the kitchen when her footsteps approached, then disappeared into the bathroom.
At this moment, Keita deliberately made loud footsteps as he walked down the stairs.
They arrived at the bathroom and gently pushed open the door. Misako was inside, washing her face with her back to the door.
Keita went over and closed the door behind him, his eyes immediately fixed on her legs peeking out from under her skirt.
She was bent over to wash her face, so most of her thighs were visible through her white skirt.
Keita silently walked over and suddenly lifted her skirt, touching her buttocks, which were covered by light blue underwear.
"Ah!"
Misako shuddered and turned around.
"Keita, you..."
"Don't worry about me, sister, keep washing."
"Let go of my hand."
Misako twisted her waist, trying to push Keita's hand away.
"I don't want to. I want to touch sister's butt."
"Don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense, you should wash your face. Do you want Kazu to see this?"
Seeing Keita's expression in the mirror, Misako sensed something was off, so she let him touch her buttocks and continued washing her face.
Taking advantage of this moment, Keita pulled down his pantyhose and underwear.
"You're wearing blue today, you're so sexy, sister. From now on, whenever we're together, you have to lift your skirt and let me see
your underwear. Then ask me to take off your underwear."
Keita said as he pulled his underwear down from his feet. Misako was
a little .
"Why aren't you answering me?"
He suddenly grabbed her hair, forcing her face up.
"I hate roughness!"
Keita said, looking in the mirror. Keita's hand began to tighten, pressing Misako's face into the basin full of water.
"Ugh..."
He only let her lift her head when she was almost unable to breathe.
"Ah..."
She opened her mouth to take a breath.
"Answer me." "Keita, don't do that."
A strong force pressed her face into the water again.
"Ugh..."
Water flowed into her nostrils before her hair was pulled up.
"I know... so don't do that again."
Misako coughed and pleaded.
"You have to say you completely agree." "
I completely agree."
Seeing her pitiful appearance in the mirror, she could only nod.
"Okay. Now go to the bathroom, but you're not allowed to wear underwear."
Misako sat down facing Keita across from her.
Of course, she had no appetite. After talking to Sasano on the phone last night, she didn't know what to do and was troubled all night.
(Kneel down and beg him.)
But thinking about Keita's attitude just now, it might make him even angrier.
(It would be better to be firm and scold him, and that would solve the problem. After all, he's still a child.)
But what happened in the bathroom just now completely ruined her plan.
"Oh no!"
Keita's chopsticks fell to the ground. He squatted down to pick them up, but didn't get up.
"Ugh!"
Misako was startled when her foot was suddenly touched.
Pulling back the tablecloth, she looked down and saw Keita trying to lift her skirt.
"Keita, you can't do this,"
Misako whispered, pressing her skirt down with both hands. Just then, Kazu walked over, and Misako quickly pulled her skirt back up and picked up her
rice bowl .
"Did you call me, Miss?
" "No."
She pretended to eat casually, but Keita's hands didn't stop during this time.
Taking advantage of Misako's inability to resist, he pulled her white skirt up to her thighs, his hand touching her knee.
Misako pressed her thigh hard, not allowing the lewd hand to intrude, because she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt.
But Keita was very bold; when he realized this wouldn't work, he pinched her thigh.
"Ouch..."
Misako almost cried out, barely managing to endure it.
Because he was young, who knew what he might do once he started and before he achieved his goal? To avoid being discovered by Kazu,
Misako had no choice but to slowly spread her legs.
Keita smiled smugly; the scene before him was exactly as he had imagined—a truly magnificent sight. In the past, there had been times when he accidentally dropped
his chopsticks and, while picking them up, saw Misako's beautiful legs. But back then, he couldn't even touch them, let alone spread her legs.
Now, Keita reached out without hesitation and began groping in the grassy area.
"Miss, are you feeling unwell?" Misako,
who was tightly clenching her thighs, looked up at Kazu in alarm.
"No, why do you ask?"
"You don't look well. Are you not completely recovered?"
"No, you're overthinking it."
Keita took this opportunity to ruthlessly violate her, his fingers already reaching her labia, wriggling there. At this moment, Misako
couldn't show any displeasure.
"Where did Young Master Keita go?"
Kazu looked at the food Keita had left behind, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Probably going to the restroom."
"Oh.
" "Katsu, I don't want to eat this morning. You can get ready now."
She pulled down her skirt and ran back to her room.
Just as she was getting ready for school, she heard a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
Misako's voice was a little nervous.
"It's me. Can I come in?
" "No! I'm changing."
But before she could finish speaking, Keita came in.
"What are you doing
?" "You lied to me about changing."
Keita's eyes darted over Misako.
"Hurry up, you'll be late."
Misako glanced at him, but Keita seemed indifferent. She slowly pulled up her skirt, revealing her knees and then her full
thighs.
"I still can't see!"
At this point, Misako had to turn her head away and continue pulling up her skirt. Her
freshly changed, pure white underwear was revealed at the base of her thighs.
"There's something you forgot to say."
"Take off...my panties."
Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.
"Of course."
Keita squatted down in front of Misako, and this time, unlike yesterday, he more skillfully removed her pantyhose and panties.
"Are you wearing this to school today
?" "Yes.
" "But wearing this means I can't see your beautiful legs. I'll get you something shorter."
Keita said, then went to the wardrobe.
"Wear this one."
Keita chose the shortest mini-skirt Misako owned.
"It's too small. I can't wear it anymore."
Indeed, the waist and hips were very narrow.
"Don't say anything. Just put it on."
Misako had no choice but to put the miniskirt on underneath and then take off the outer skirt.
She could barely fasten the zipper by pulling her stomach in, but it was even shorter than she had imagined; her healthy thighs were almost completely exposed.
"This skirt would suit you perfectly, so wear this."
"No... I don't want to."
Instinctively pulling down the miniskirt, Misako shook her head vigorously.
"No, this is your punishment for not coming to my room last night. Let's go together."
"Wait, I really can't go out like this."
"From now on, I'll decide what clothes you wear, sister. I think this skirt is the most suitable."
"Okay, I'll wear this one. At least let me wear some underwear."
"It's more exciting without underwear."
"Please, everyone will see me like this."
Indeed, it's not summer, wearing such a super short mini-skirt will definitely make people think strangely.
"Then, you can wear pantyhose." " Thank you." Misako involuntarily thanked Keita. But Keita didn't let her wear pantyhose for nothing. He picked up a small knife from the vanity and cut about ten centimeters in the crotch area of the pantyhose.
"Let me put it on for you." After saying that, he squatted down in front of Misako with the pantyhose in both hands. "No, I don't want to do this." "Don't wear it , just walk like this." "I will wear it." Having no other choice, she lifted her foot. Five minutes later, Misako and Keita left home together. Feeling uncomfortable in her miniskirt, she naturally lowered her head. As they approached the station, more and more people appeared. "Everyone's looking at my beautiful legs." "Keita, I'm so embarrassed." Misako blushed, looking hesitant. "The more you act like this, the more attention you'll get. Be natural, you're not doing anything wrong." Keita whispered in Misako's ear, hurrying towards the station to pass through the ticket gates and onto the steps. "From here, you need to walk to the front. I need to see if I can see you from below. If you're blocking it with your bag, I'll make you walk again." Pushed from behind by Keita, Misako swayed forward. Although the busiest time had passed, there were still many people on the platform. Misako started climbing the stairs by holding onto the handrail from the very first step. Her only saving grace was that her miniskirt clung tightly to her body; the hem wasn't flared, so she wasn't worried about it billowing. However, since her thighs were already exposed, a slight change in angle would reveal what was underneath. Halfway down the stairs, Keita, standing below, noticed her full thighs and the small mounds on either side of her buttocks beginning to emerge . After reaching the top, it seemed no one except Keita noticed that Misako wasn't wearing underwear. "Don't worry, no one saw her butt," Keita whispered in her ear as he caught up from behind. Misako blushed and pounded her head, looking almost dazed as she climbed the stairs. But the real suffering was yet to come. Upon reaching the platform, she was immediately put on the arriving train, which wasn't very crowded yet. But from the second stop onwards, more passengers got on and off. Misako and Keita stood facing each other near the doors. Keita's hand began to caress Misako's thigh. Misako hurriedly tried to stop Keita's hand, but it had already slipped inside her miniskirt, reaching her smooth lower abdomen. The miniskirt was less than 30 centimeters long, and her thighs, exposed from her knees, were even longer than the skirt, so there was practically no way to stop Keita's hand. And she'd only find out later why Keita had cut her pantyhose with a knife. She wanted to close her legs, but in the swaying train, to maintain her balance, she had to keep them slightly apart. Therefore, Misako's lower body was almost completely defenseless. Keita unceremoniously caressed Misako's labia through the slit in her pantyhose. (If someone saw this...) She wished she could disappear into a hole. However, the actual situation was worse than Misako imagined. A man who had just helped Misako up the stairs was following her, waiting for his chance. And it wasn't just one person. The perverts on the platform, seeing Misako, all gathered around. The hand coming from behind almost scared Misako out of her wits. Several hands simultaneously slipped under Misako's miniskirt, lewdly caressing her buttocks, which were only clad in pantyhose. Knowing Misako wasn't wearing underwear, they assumed she wanted to be touched and became even bolder. Even pressing down on her miniskirt with both hands was useless; grabbing one man's wrist, another's hand writhed between her thighs. Trying to push the hand away, she was instead grabbed and pulled to the front of her bulging pants. (Please, don't do this!) Misako wanted to scream. Her miniskirt was pulled up to her waist, and the ten-centimeter tear in her pantyhose extended to her buttocks. Men's fingers invaded there, directly caressing her smooth skin. And to make matters worse, the door next to Misako didn't open until the final stop, leaving her . Finally, they reached the final stop, finally freeing her from the crowded train. Keita immediately pulled Misako's hand towards the exit. "Keita, where are we going?" Misako's university required changing trains here. "I want you to see how I use my left hand to 'throat'!" Ignoring Misako's protests, Keita pulled her away. Keita's cram school was about a 5-minute walk from the station. There were three nine-story buildings. After entering one of them, Keita stood in front of the elevator. The first hour of classes had probably already started; he only saw a few late students. After entering the elevator, Keita pressed the button for the seventh floor and then stood side-by-side with Misako. The other two students who came in with him pressed the button for the ninth floor. "Ah..."

The moment the elevator started moving, Misako involuntarily cried out, though she didn't actually make a sound.
Keita's hand stealthily slipped inside her miniskirt, beginning to caress her buttocks, which were only covered by pantyhose. And at that moment, the pantyhose had already
been torn in the crowded train, centered on the crotch of several men.
Misako hurriedly tried to stop Keita's hand, but the young sadist wouldn't let go, using his other hand to pull her miniskirt up
to her waist .
(No...)
She almost cried out again, grabbing his hand tightly.
Her exposed lower abdomen, though covered by pantyhose, already had pubic hair peeking out from the crack.
Although it was behind two students, the shame of exposing her lower body like this was
unbearable .
She also noticed the movement behind her; one of the students was about to look back. Misako tensed, loosening her grip on Keita's hand, almost fainting
, but the student immediately turned his gaze to the numbers on the screen.
Misako knew her junior was sweating profusely, and resisting would only attract the attention of the two students in front of her, so she had no choice but to let Keita
caress her.
Keita even took the opportunity to slip his fingers between her tightly pressed thighs, probing the already moist labia. He then
lifted her shirt, revealing her breasts through her white bra and caressing them.
For Misako, the time it took to reach the seventh floor felt like hours. When the elevator stopped, Keita quickly withdrew his hand, picked
Misako up, and pulled her out.
The moment they stepped out of the elevator, Keita's hand lifted her miniskirt again.
(Ah!)
Misako felt her heart nearly stop; no wonder the two students stared wide-eyed. This rare beauty in the cram school
had her miniskirt lifted, revealing her lower body. And under the skirt, there were no panties, only a pair of torn pantyhose. Both of them could clearly
see half of her smooth flesh exposed through the pantyhose, her breasts swaying provocatively from side to side as she walked.
But this unexpected beauty vanished instantly, as the elevator doors closed, blocking their view.
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"Keita, please spare me!"
Misako pleaded as she was led into an empty classroom.
"You haven't done anything yet. But if you want me, you have to obey me completely."
Keita grabbed Misako's hand and pulled her to the window at the back of the classroom, from where they could see the city center around the station.
"Sister, squat down here."
Misako did as he said, her back to the window. At that moment, for some unknown reason, Keita unzipped his pants and pulled out
his young erect penis.
"I can't hold back anymore, use your mouth on me."
His penis, almost bursting open, pointed towards the ceiling.
"Don't talk nonsense..."
Misako blushed and turned her head away.
"You won't?
" "Yes..."
She received a slap in that instant.
"Ah, what are you doing!"
She looked up at Keita and received another slap.
"No, don't do this!"
Misako's voice trembled. Keita said nothing, continuing to slap Misako's face, as if he would beat her
until .
At this moment, Misako suddenly remembered the scene of being raped in the park toilet.
That time, she was also threatened with a knife, her cheeks were slapped, her body was played with, and she was forced to say words she couldn't utter.
Keita must have seen what happened then, but the problem wasn't that she was humiliated by the thugs, but that she
completely .
If she hadn't submitted and resisted to the end without being intimidated, even if she was raped in the end, Keita wouldn't have been so bold.
"You can lick that man's, but you can't lick mine?"
Keita finally spoke.
"Please, not here!"
Misako pleaded tearfully.
"No, if you don't hurry up and do it, he'll come in anyway, and it won't be me who loses face."
"Ugh..."
Now she could only submit. The cute cousin she once knew had now completely become a ruler who dominated her.
Misako's snow-white thighs, exposed from her miniskirt, were visible as she knelt on the ground, trembling as she brought her mouth close to Keita's inner thigh.
"Hold it with your hand!" she was told.
Following his instructions, she grasped his penis with one hand, then closed her eyes and took it into her mouth from the front. For Misako, this was the penis of
the second .
Keita had already satisfied himself three times the previous night, so he was confident he wouldn't ejaculate quickly. But the touch of Misako's
soft lips and tongue was sweeter than he had imagined, and his already swollen penis became even more engorged.
"Ah, sister, this is wonderful..."
he couldn't help but say, wriggling his hips. Just then, Misako's tongue accidentally touched the center of his penis.
"Ah."
Keita felt an electric shock-like sensation throughout his body, and in that instant, sticky liquid spurted from the penis deeply embedded in Misako's throat.
"Ugh..."
Her breathing became labored, and just as the penis was pulled out, Misako spat out white cream, feeling
nauseous afterward.
"Sister, from now on, you'll be my lover,"
Keita said, putting his penis back into his pants.
"Why aren't you answering?"
Keita grabbed her beautiful hair and pulled hard.
"I...I know,"
Misako nodded, a look of world-weariness on her face.
"Say it clearly!"
"I'm Keita's lover."
"You can say that to anyone, right
?" "Yes..."
"Then, wait here for a moment."
Keita suddenly smiled smugly, leaving Misako in the classroom as he walked out.
About five minutes later, Keita returned, but with three other friends. He had called three friends from other classrooms
to this room.
"Let me introduce you, this is my lover, Shirato Misako."
Keita turned to Misako again.
"My classmates from the make-up school are Aida, Watanabe, and Yagisawa."
"I'm Misako, nice to meet you."
She spoke in a gentle tone, though her expression was tense.
"Hello."
The three of them seemed nervous and surprised. They had followed Keita after he said, "I brought my girlfriend to introduce
you ." But now they saw a beautiful woman with a stunning figure, especially
her thighs, which were as white and smooth as snow, peeking out from her miniskirt.
They had heard Keita say before, "I have a wonderful woman," but when asked to introduce her, he always made excuses and refused, leading their classmates
to believe he was bragging.
But this woman before them, in terms of her measurements and leg shape, was exactly as Keita had described.
Because Misako was so beautiful, the three of them still hadn't completely believed it.
"Excuse me... are you really... this kid... Ino's lover?"
the short boy named Watanabe stammered. Misako glanced at Keita and said,
"Yes."
"But Keita said you're staying at Miss Shirato's house..."
This time it was Aida, who was wearing glasses, who asked.
"You already know? Keita is my cousin."
The three of them looked at Misako and Keita again.
Keita was a college student who was not good enough for Misako, no matter what, and Keita sensitively noticed their thoughts.
"You still don't believe me?"
"No, we do believe you."
The obese Yagisawa waved his hand, but his expression clearly showed doubt.
"Then, I'll prove it to you. I'll kiss her here and you'll believe me."
The three looked at each other, but Misako was more panicked.
"Keita..."
"What does it matter? We love each other, so we shouldn't be embarrassed."
"But..."
Misako shrank back, but Keita grabbed her shoulders and brought his face close to hers.
It was likely their first kiss. Keita awkwardly pressed his lips to Misako's, sucking on her soft lips.
The three classmates stared blankly.
Misako closed her eyes, feeling saddened that she had to kiss someone she didn't love in front of strangers.
His tongue invaded her mouth, wriggling over her beautiful teeth and entwining with her own, while a hand caressed
her breasts .
"Keita, don't do this!" she
cried, trying to stop his hand, but Keita relentlessly slipped his other hand under her miniskirt.
(Ah, no!)
Misako wanted to scream. But such a struggle would arouse suspicion from the three others, which would only provoke Keita's anger. Now, even if
she was embarrassed, she had to play the role of Keita's lover.
Seeing Misako's hesitation but still responding to the kiss, Keita grew bolder, sticking his leg between
Misako closed legs, his hand slipping through the crack in her pantyhose to caress her pink labia.
"Oh..."
Misako's body suddenly trembled as Keita sucked on her tongue.
She didn't know why, but a sweet and intense sensation, unlike anything she'd ever felt before,
surged through her lower body. Keita, with a clumsy touch, caressed her full breasts as he lifted her shirt to reveal them.
Despite his awkward movements, the beautiful, sensual breasts of a twenty-year-old quickly swelled under these circumstances. The moment
Keita sucked on her pink nipples, a sweet sensation arose, and they immediately became engorged and hard.
"Ah..."
Misako trembled in the unusual atmosphere, embarrassed by her reaction.
"Look at this,"
Keita said hoarsely, proudly extending his nectar-covered fingers.
"This is proof of our love."
The three boys stared wide-eyed, speechless.
Misako covered her face with her hands in embarrassment and squatted down.
"That's enough, Misako. We'll talk about the rest tonight. You can go now, or you'll be late for university."
Misako rushed out of the classroom as if her life depended on it.
After the cram school ended, Keita went straight home. He used to always wander around before going home, but now that he had an ideal
lover , there was no need to wander around anymore.
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That day, Keita had some diarrhea after eating curry rice at the cram school.
He had to go to the toilet several times during afternoon classes, only feeling a little better by the end of class.
"Hey, come again today."
Aida and Yagisawa made a gesture as they drew cards after class.
"But my stomach isn't feeling well."
"What, you won yesterday and you want to sneak away today?"
Yagisawa said, but his eyes were smiling, contrary to his tone.
"If it's serious, there's nothing we can do. Go find someone else."
Hearing Aida say this, Keita's heart wavered a little.
"No, some medicine will do the trick."
Keita still couldn't resist the temptation of mahjong. The location was his apartment in Aida, as usual.
His luck was still good, but he shouldn't have drunk the Coca-Cola that the other three were drinking.

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