[Incitement to obscenity]

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When people eat something delicious, they feel that everything they ate before was unpalatable; even the finest brandy

and whiskey become tasteless.

Fujise used to drink cheap whiskey. Later, as his income increased, he started drinking fine spirits.

Until one day, he accidentally drank the same old liquor again and realized how he had managed to drink such inferior spirits

.

Fujise considered the woman named Asami to be a superior whiskey and delicacy.

Therefore, he lost interest in Aki, the model he used to sleep with.

So now Fujise needed to find a woman who could rival Asami.

Although there were so many women in the world, Fujise felt there were too few—

not many women worth sleeping with.

(Ah! How unfortunate I am!)

But then Fujise's thoughts shifted.

(I could say I'm the happiest person!)

Why? Because he could choose excellent women; in other words, he knew what

kind of woman was a good woman.

That night, wearing only socks, he ran across the cold cement to where he parked his car and drove

home.

The next day, Fujise went to Asami's place to retrieve his shoes, and naturally, he hugged Asami again.

During sex, Asami's body trembled constantly; she was a woman with an extremely strong sex drive, and each time

the sensation was different, the tightness inside her penis varied, the sucking force sometimes strong, sometimes weak,

sometimes feeling like worms wriggling, sometimes like something bouncing.

By the next morning, Fujise could vaguely feel Asami's fluids gently

rubbing .

Of course, Fujise was satisfied; he left the room without a sound, while Asami

lay quietly on the bed as if unconscious.

Asami couldn't possibly wake up immediately; if someone had broken into her room then, she would have been

raped .

If someone had deliberately been spying outside, and upon seeing a man step out of the room, thought, "Great! My chance has come!",

and opened the door to go in, Asami would naturally be powerless to resist.

Perhaps Asami was waiting for this opportunity and gladly accepting the unexpected advances of this guest?

Fujise suddenly had a thought: (I'll give it a try!)

In fact, Fujise really wanted to get his hands on the woman living across the hall.

Fujise's room was on the fourth floor of the apartment building, and across from his room, number 406, lived

the woman he wanted.

He hadn't really wanted to pursue the women in the same building, because he was afraid of causing trouble.

In other words, he didn't want women he'd had relationships with bothering him, constantly clinging to him like a piece of chewing gum

.

So Fujise had been observing this woman's personality for half a year; she had moved

in .

Fujise's room had fisheye lenses, and although there was a corridor in between, every time the door across the hall opened or closed,

a vibration would reach Fujise's room.

Then Fujise would look through the fisheye lenses, and the woman would either be about to step out of her room or enter.

This woman was probably around twenty years old.

(It's best not to.)

Fujise always thought to himself.

She often carried a folder containing official documents, and Fujise couldn't

figure out .

Sometimes she would go out at noon, sometimes in the evening, but she always returned late at night.

Fujise thought she might work at some kind of club, but her simple appearance didn't seem like it. She

wasn't dressed in elegant dresses or gowns, but rather casually in a shirt and jeans. But no matter

what she wore, she always carried a thick cardboard folder. Why would a woman who worked at a club carry such a thing

to work?

When she was in her room, he could usually hear music, always pop

songs .

One autumn night, Fujise encountered her in front of the elevator.

This woman probably didn't know that Fujise was the tenant living across from her.

"You're the one who lives across from my room, right?"

"Yes..."

The woman had healthy, tanned skin, and she blushed as she replied, as if she knew Fujise.

"I see you often, and I think you're very beautiful. Since we're neighbors, I think it's best

not to get too close. How do you know me?" The woman's cheeks flushed increasingly. Perhaps

she had been secretly observing Fujise's behavior through her fisheye lenses when she heard him open the door.

The two entered the elevator together.

"Where do you work? I'd like to know what you do,"

she asked, remaining silent. Up close, she was a rather mature woman. Judging from her skin tone, she

seemed to some Southeast Asian ancestry. If she were to take off her clothes, one would certainly see full, high breasts.

She was about 157 or 158 centimeters tall.

Her hair was straight and draped over her shoulders, and the whites of her eyes had a faint

pinkish sheen. As they stepped out of the elevator, Fujise said to her, "Goodnight."

The woman echoed, "Goodnight."

Fujise left his door open, so he could see the woman's door.

It was now the season when air conditioning or heating wasn't needed.

Besides sleeping with Aki every two weeks and cuddling with Asami every week, Fujise occasionally slept with other

women.

As soon as Fujise entered the room, he began undressing. His door was still open. After pulling down

his shorts , he went into the bathroom to shower.

He wasn't worried about thieves; let them come in, there was nothing to steal anyway.

He wiggled his genitals after showering, then suddenly reached for her sensitive area and

began to rub it with his palm. She opened her lips, a look of pain flashing across her face, confirming that she was aroused

.

He then opened the door he had just closed, entered the woman's room, and locked it from the inside.

Naked, Fujise pressed his face between the woman's spread thighs.

"Oh! You..."

the woman cried out in surprise, but her hands grabbed Fujise's head and pressed it forcefully between her legs.

The woman was already wet, and Fujise smelled a scent he had never smelled before,

a scent .

She cried out "No" again, but even as she said it, she spread her legs

wider , not pushing Fujise's head away, but simply pressing it inward.

Fujise began to use his skillful tongue. Her valley was wet with spring water, and the chrysanthemum scent grew

stronger.

Fujise was considering whether to lay her down on the sofa or take her to the bed. Of course, playing in

the bed would be much more convenient.

So Fujise lifted his head and took the woman's hand, who was leaning against the sofa.

The woman's face was flushed as if she were drunk, and her wet eyes looked as if she had just cried, staring blankly at Fujise

.

He gently took her hand and said, "Let's go to bed."

The woman's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she hesitated,

gazing before walking to the bed and lying down obediently.

Her eyes, as if she had just cried, remained fixed on Fujise.

Fujise immediately stroked his left breast with one hand and sucked on the nipple of his other breast.

The woman's breasts were the firm, elastic breasts of a southern woman.

The woman held Fujise's head tightly with both hands and began scratching his hair.

At the same time, she began to moan "Ah!" in her sleep, and then suddenly began to convulse intermittently, as if she could no longer

resist the stimulation of pleasure.

Fujise suddenly noticed something the size of a bean under the woman's armpit.

"It's a small breast!"

Fujise muttered to himself.

If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice; the tiny, bean-sized breasts looked like small

bumps from mosquito bites. Judging from the fact that they were present on both sides, they were undoubtedly nipples. His tongue moved to the nipples.

Clearly, that area was an erogenous zone, because she began to whimper and twitch again.

He parted her arms, and his tongue slowly moved to her armpit.

Her armpits had thick armpit hair and a slight body odor, which suited her perfectly.

Whenever Fujise's hand touched the erogenous zone in the hollow under her armpit, her body would jerk,

and Fujise heard her make an "Ah!" sound.

Fujise also saw her use her outstretched hand to remove the pillow from under her head, because the pillow would hinder

her movements when she was thrusting. After releasing the pillow, she began to clutch the sheets.

At this moment, Fujise remembered that he hadn't kissed this woman yet, so he moved his mouth to her face, pressing it against her flushed and slightly

swollen lips.

Her lips lacked prominent wrinkles, instead appearing swollen like those with measles, a sensation

reminiscent a woman's genitals.

The two were lost in their kiss, Fujise feeling himself grow increasingly aroused, while the woman

seemed to drift into a daze.

"Why do I always encounter such wonderful women?"

Fujise suddenly felt a surge of gratitude, as the woman's tongue began to curl and suckle.

Fujise gently and slowly sucked on her tongue.

Her mouth was filled with the delicate scent of chrysanthemum.

Then, Fujise abruptly moved his lips to the woman's genitals, gently flicking at the clitoris.

There are three ways to flick a clitoris:

with the tip of the nose, with the lower lip, or with the tip of the tongue.

He used all three methods on the clitoris, and Fujise discovered that her loudest sobs

came from flicking with her lower lip.

Then Fujise realized she also enjoyed it; her two lips, separated like lips, were

held in his mouth.

Furthermore, she was quite welcoming of Fujise's fingers penetrating her.

The woman began to moan, "What should I do?"

Fujise could feel a swelling sensation inside her, and she was making a squeezing and releasing

motion .

Fujise thought, (Her body is really not bad!)

The woman's nectar became even more abundant.

Fujise felt a slight tingling pain in his fingers, which was probably due to some special

component .

Because Fujise's nails were trimmed very short, the woman's fluid easily penetrated.

He not only used one finger but also added another, which felt a little strained at this point, but

from moment on, the woman's swaying movements quickened.

The woman's face began to sway from side to side, and she kept shouting "Ah!" and her entire face, centered on

her nose , was wrinkled in a radial pattern.

Then the woman let out a sobbing sound, "I can't take it!", her upper teeth clenching her lower lip tightly.

Then she opened her mouth, revealing a row of neat, pearly teeth, and the wrinkles radiating from her nose were

deeply etched on her face, her voice gradually rising.

Fujise's fingers felt a hard lump deep inside her; every time his fingers touched that spot

, the woman cried out.

Soon after, she cried out, "I want the real one!"

"What's the real one?"

Fujise pulled the woman's hand to his swollen member, and the woman gripped it tightly, saying, "This."

"What's this called?"

Fujise was already excited, but he wanted to tease the woman, and also wanted to know what she would call

it!

The woman cried and whispered, "I want the real one!"

"You don't need to be so polite, what is this called?"

The woman finally lowered her voice and said, "Phallictery!"

He hadn't expected the woman to say such a thing; he had hoped she would say something cute like "Baby!"

But what came out was "Phallictery."

"You can even say such incomprehensible things!"

The woman repeated in a trembling voice, "Ah! I want it really!" Then she continued to squeeze his

hard member.

He withdrew his fingers from the woman's body and inserted his erection into her juicy, moist place.

The woman's position was high up; it was a little rough at first, but then it became slippery

.

However, when Fujise inserted his member, he suddenly felt an itchy sensation, as if there were sweet potatoes

inside , but this itchy yet painful sensation gave him a unique pleasure.

Just as his fingers felt a stinging pain, Fujise's erection now felt a slight stinging sensation as well.

The woman began to clench her teeth, her face gradually turning crimson, and she twisted from side to side, as if she

couldn't bear it . Her hands gripped the sheets beside her tightly, her back swaying like waves, and she made

a sound like crying, "Ah! This is really so good!"

Fujise then squeezed the woman's breasts with both hands.

Women have all sorts of preferences; some like to squeeze gently, while others like to squeeze hard.

What kind of method did this woman prefer? Thinking this, he squeezed her full

breasts hard; they were very elastic.

The woman closed her eyes tightly, her face covered with wrinkles; she

looked less attractive than usual. Some women aren't particularly beautiful normally, but become irresistibly alluring when making love

.

Fujise felt it was a pity about this woman's face. So he embraced her body.

At that moment, the woman's hands wrapped around Fujise's back, her fingers gripping his back, and in a

state of ecstasy, she gripped without restraint.

Fujise pried open the woman's hands from behind him and pressed them flat on the bed.

Because this woman had sharp nails painted with cinnabar, if she scratched him, the consequences would be

unimaginable .

The woman, her hands pinned down, initially struggled, but couldn't break free, and she felt as if she were being

raped . This feeling fueled her pleasure, and she cried out "Wow! Wow!" repeatedly.

The woman's room was still playing FM music, echoing in the space.

Each time Fujise thrust forcefully, the woman cried out in a voice that sounded like a wail, "Ah! That! Really!"

Fujise found it very strange; who had taught her to say that? So he whispered in her ear,

"See, 'That's it again!'"

He then realized that to avoid the woman scratching his back, he decided to attack from behind.

The woman didn't object to Fujise's change of position.

"Ah! I want it really..."

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