Gang rape of sister-in-law

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Mieko wondered how Tadafu knew her husband wasn't home. Tadafu always called while Takeshi was at the underground workshop. Each time, Mieko tried to refuse, but Tadafu knew the art of intimidation; his tone was never threatening, but he got Mieko no choice but to agree. Most importantly, Mieko didn't verbally refuse outright, but deep down, she harbored a curiosity and a lewd anticipation about what kind of man she would meet this time. The fact that she enjoyed thinking about what clothes and hairstyle to wear before going out was the best proof of this. After receiving Tadafu's call, she unconsciously thought about what kind of man it would be this time, and a sweet feeling arose in her heart. Her work as a hostess at simple fashion shows or tea ceremony tool demonstrations had recently become more exciting and enjoyable due to the dangerous relationships with strange men. Even the man who humiliated her like a horse at the Baolu Gorge, she strangely missed after a few days. Yesterday, Tadafu seemed to have timed his call perfectly to confirm when Shogo was taking a shower. "Madam, you might be going there this time. The guests are business executives, which could be helpful to your family's business, so please keep them company." The caller said unilaterally, giving Mieko no chance to refuse. After hanging up, Mieko sighed deeply, but the expression she saw in the mirror was charmingly smiling. There seemed to be another woman in the mirror. To confirm the woman's appearance, Mieko vigorously wiped the mirror. There must be a woman in the mirror, seemingly older than Mieko but also alluring and charming. When Mieko discovered this woman's phantom, she asked her what to do. "What does it matter? Having various men will increase your experience. And you're very happy; I can tell from your expression," the phantom said sarcastically. The sound of Takeshi coming up the stairs brought Mieko back to her senses. Takeshi had recently shown signs of becoming increasingly arrogant, seemingly more proactive at work because of it. He wanted to have sex with his younger wife, searching everywhere for Chinese medicine or oral liquids, and even becoming dependent on ejaculation. Mieko felt uncomfortable at the sight of syringes, so when she saw Muto inject himself after showering, she felt it was unnecessary and even felt annoyed. Perhaps Muto noticed Mieko's attitude; after Mieko showered, he said, "This medicine is effective for beauty roots," and injected it into Mieko's thigh. However, contrary to expectations, it was Mieko who experienced the effect, not Muto, making her body, which had only recently been married, feel hot and itchy. When Mieko woke up this morning, she felt something different in her lower abdomen than usual, with a strange pressure. It felt like something like a band was tightening between her thighs, making it inconvenient to move. She carefully reached down to touch her lower abdomen and found that a thick leather belt was covering her mons pubis and buttocks, and the pubic hair and vulva that she should have been able to touch were gone. She got up in a panic and hurriedly opened the front of her nightgown to look, and Mieko was stunned. A black leather belt about ten centimeters wide was wrapped around her waist, and below it, something like a mask covered her thighs. Seeing that the belt was secured with a lock, she realized that it was a chastity belt. It must have been Takeru's doing. Last night, because he was going on a trip and could finally rest, he drank a few extra drinks; he also had Mieko drink with him. It turns out it was a scheme to put a chastity belt on Mieko while she slept. But what did Muto mean by putting such an ancient thing on her? Just imagining her husband putting a chastity belt on her sleeping genitals made Mieko's face burn. He must be looking closely, stroking her pubic hair with his fingers, perhaps peeling back the foreskin, playing with her clitoris like a small fleshy ball, maybe even licking it with his tongue. As she fantasized, a whirlwind seemed to sweep through her mind, and she couldn't help but shake her head, trying to banish those delusions. Takeru gets up very early every morning, and on good days he goes for a jog by the river. He went out this morning. Mieko sighed; she looked at the chastity belt on her lower abdomen in the mirror. Knowing it was useless, she still wiggled her hips a few times, trying to see if she could take it off. At this moment, Mieko suddenly wondered if Takeshi had discovered her secret and was putting this thing on her before the trip as a warning. Just then, Takeshi returned, sitting at the dining table with a normal expression. He secretly smiled when he saw Mieko bring over some toast. "I'm in trouble." "What?" "Don't play dumb... This is too restrictive." "What's restrictive?" Takeshi was still pretending to be clueless. Mieko came to her husband and pulled her skirt up to her waist, sticking out her lower abdomen. "What does it matter? You look pretty like this." "Stop making sarcastic remarks... This prank is too much." "But you already know, right?" "No, because I'm already fast asleep." "No, I'm talking about the chastity belt." Mieko couldn't answer, of course. Takeshi wanted to drink his coffee. "It took me a lot of effort to put it on you." "But this isn't good." Mieko had originally said it was inconvenient to urinate, but she felt embarrassed and didn't say it aloud. "You mean urinating when you say it's inconvenient? Don't worry about that, there's a hole there where you can urinate, do you want to try it?" Takeshi put down his cup and tried to stand up. "No, I don't want to." "It's okay, I'll take care of Grandma, come on." He forcefully pulled Mieko's hand, trying to lead her to the toilet. At this moment, Mieko suddenly felt that Mutou had been pretending to go for a jog that morning, secretly watching her movements in front of the mirror in the next room. Mieko plopped down on a chair in the kitchen, looking at Mutou with sorrowful eyes as tears streamed down her face. Half of it was real; half was an act. She was testing what Mutou would try to elicit. "Lift up your skirt and let me see." "No, please take it off quickly, the tour bus is coming soon, please hurry." Seeing his pleading wife, Mutou said happily with narrowed eyes. "It's only for three days." "What do you mean only three days? It's too much to wait until you come back from your trip and keep doing this." This time she really cried. At the same time, she complained that she couldn't take good care of her mother's illness like this. "Hey, it has nothing to do with taking care of the illness. But Grandma doesn't want to take a bath, the belt is too tight and she can't breathe, her life is in danger." Mutou said seemingly indifferently. At this moment, Mieko came up with a plan: to excite him and have sex with him before leaving. Seeing his wife like this, Muto already showed signs of arousal, constantly stroking the front of his pants, concealing his bulge. "Ah... I can't hold it in anymore, please, I can't take it." This action wasn't about the pain of urinating, but rather an exaggerated display of intense sensuality; at the same time, she hugged Muto tightly. "Which one?" "What, which one?" "Is it urinating, or do you want to have sex?" "Ugh, you're so annoying to say that, what do you mean by sex... it's urinating." "Ah, I can't hold it in anymore." Deliberately saying "sex" or "urinating," Mieko ran into the toilet. Sure enough, Muto squatted in front watching Mieko urinate until the last drop was gone. "Wipe me." She thrust her lower abdomen forward, simultaneously pulling Muto's shoulders in, letting out a sweet moan. Muto inserted two fingers into her vagina, making lewd sounds as they entered her fleshy opening. "Ah...it's still wet, let's clean it deep inside too...ah...right there, that feels so good...so comfortable..." Wu's pants bulged high. "Darling...""Her fingers moved frantically inside her vagina. Mieko pulled open the front of her shirt, exposing her breasts, and Muto immediately took them into his mouth. Muto pulled a metal object from his pocket; it must be the key to the chastity belt. Just then, a young female shop assistant's voice came from the front door. "The tour bus has arrived!" The tour bus carrying the group left. Mieko hung a "Closed" sign on the door, closed it, and went back inside. At that moment, she heard the phone ring. When she picked up the receiver, the other person hung up without saying anything. Mieko felt that the silent phone call seemed to be from a woman. If it was a woman, who could it be? It also seemed like Maki's prank. Probably unable to bear Mieko's pleas, Muto removed the chastity belt before leaving. There was still a long time before the time specified by Tadafu. Mieko felt a strong odor from her genitals and felt uncomfortable, so she decided to take a shower. She was really nervous, not knowing what the consequences would be. They had been married for more than half a year; but this was the first time she had taken a shower in the morning." Although she didn't have to worry about anyone since she didn't have in-laws, she still felt embarrassed after opening the shop. The building next door, housing a handbag shop, was only a meter away, but the light streaming through the windows made it feel like summer. The chastity belt that had once clung tightly to her lower abdomen left marks, a faint purple tinge from her mons pubis to her groin. It wasn't quite black yet, and she wondered if it would disappear by the afternoon, otherwise it would be very inconvenient. This was a vow she had made in her heart to her first love, Akihiko; but that vow was fading away. "Teacher, I'm sorry, it's all your fault, you abandoned me for six years," Mieko said. The openness of being alone made Mieko recall Akihiko's caresses, and she gripped her breasts tightly in the water. The ripe fruit deformed, squeezing out thick nectar from her lower body. Looking at her lower abdomen through the water, her pubic hair swayed like seaweed, surrounding two long labia. Perhaps due to her excitement, the labia seemed to wriggle slightly, and small bubbles escaped from the narrow slits when she breathed deeply. At this moment, Mieko had completely reverted to her former self. Akihiko stood before her, demanding she expose more, roughly spreading her thighs, making her feel coerced; satisfying her masochistic desires. Akihiko seemed to have seen Mieko's masochistic desires from the beginning. Even now, the rougher and more lewd her husband's actions, the stronger Mieko's lust became. Mieko seemed to have discovered that being a wife meant becoming a woman with mature sexual desires. She boldly spread her labia with one hand in the water, simultaneously caressing her genitals. The intense self-masochistic sensuality caused a numbing sensation in her lower body, and she couldn't help but let out excited moans. Thinking that she was alone at home, she wanted to indulge in her solitary erotic play. "Teacher, look at me, I've become such a mature person, I want, I want Teacher's..." She rubbed her breasts with her right hand, caressed her genitals with her right hand, the pleasure flowing from top to bottom, a more intense pleasure than the impatient caresses of Muto. Just before reaching her climax, Mieko staggered out of the bathroom; without drying herself, she sat down in front of the wardrobe, pulled open a drawer, and took out something wrapped in white cloth from under her clothes. It was a large pipe, the one Akihiko loved to use, which she had asked him for before he went to America; it gleamed with a black sheen; the handle reminded her of Akihiko's penis. After dreaming of having sex with Akihiko, Mieko couldn't help but take this thing out and insert it into her vagina, masturbating while reminiscing about Akihiko. She had tried to avoid it since getting married, but sometimes she would do it secretly. She rubbed the head of the pipe against her clitoris, closed her eyes, and twisted her hips back and forth; in her mind, she imagined Akihiko's erect penis. Thud...thud...thud... The sounds of thrusting made a lascivious noise. These sounds further aroused Mieko's lust. She thrust her hips forward, watching the thing moving in and out of her lower body and making sounds. "Ah... Teacher... That's great, Teacher, deeper... I'm going to cum... Teacher, hold me tight and let's cum together..." Mieko called out Akihiko's name repeatedly, her wet body collapsing. A phone ring snapped Mieko back to reality. "Madam, it's me." It was Tadafu's voice, but Mieko didn't speak. "Before you leave, I have something to give you. Meet me at the cafe at the wooden cabin we usually go to at 1:30." "How did you know my husband went on a trip today?" "He went on a trip? That's great, you can relax outside tonight. See you at 1:30." Tadafu didn't answer Mieko's question, just told her the time and hung up. What did Tadafu give her? Mieko felt increasingly angry as she put on makeup, realizing she was falling into a trap. "Madam... I'll have a car take you to Kibune, so you have plenty of time." From the cafe, Tadafu led her to a very messy building just a five-minute walk away. The first floor was a warehouse, and the second and third floors were rental rooms. Upon entering the room, Mieko asked, "What do you need me for?" "This is it." Ayumi tossed an envelope with a bank logo onto Mieko's lap; inside were 100,000 yen in cash. "What does this mean?" "Don't ask, just keep it. You don't need a receipt." "I can't take money without a reason." "Heh heh, you've been too good. It's that guy from Hozukyo." Mieko's eyebrows furrowed, and anger and humiliation made her tremble. "This is so rude! What kind of person does he take me for!" Throwing the envelope back, Mieko angrily burst into tears. Mieko stood up, furious at the thought of being in a room with this kind of man, but the door was already locked. "Open the door, or I'll scream!" "Madam, why did you suddenly become like this?" Ayumi came over and hugged Mieko from behind. "Don't do this, or you'll be providing free services to a man." Mieko, of course, didn't know if the rate for three hours was 100,000 yen. But once she accepted this dirty money, she might be entangled with this man forever. Just then, the wooden beams of the cubicle's wall shook as if an earthquake had struck, and at the same time, someone groaned. Mieko instinctively listened, and the shaking grew stronger. "Hehe, the people next door are really going at it hard." Ayumi chuckled and pulled up the calendar hanging on the wall. "Madam, come here for a moment," he pressed Mieko's head against the wall. Peeking through a small hole only one centimeter in diameter, because only a small part of the scene could be seen, the lewd movements seemed even more realistic, like a magnified close-up shot. This was the first time in Mieko's life that she had ever spied on someone else's sex. "How about that? You've got guts, haven't you?" When Mieko tried to look away, Ayumi forcefully pressed her head down from behind, forcing her to peek. The man and woman, breathing heavily like two wild beasts entwined together, sometimes shifted positions up and down, and sometimes the woman would thrust her hips high like a dog, urging the man to hurry up. When the nail polished fingers pulled open the light pink vulva, Mieko couldn't help but wriggle her hips. Last time, in the grass of Hozu Gorge, she clung to a tree trunk while a man penetrated her from behind; the humiliation made her tremble. But this woman was happily wriggling her hips, enticing the man. When the woman raised her hips higher, her perineum and vulva were fully visible. She touched her genitals while wriggling her hips, seducing the man. Is this a woman's true nature...? If it were Akihiko, I would do the same... Mieko suddenly felt envious of this woman, wanting to see what kind of man could elicit such a reaction from her. At this moment, the man inserted a cigarette into the woman's vagina. Mieko could barely breathe, mistaking it for the lit end. She had been watching the two men's game intently without realizing it. This didn't disturb anyone else. Being men and women, they simply used their sensual organs to enjoy themselves to the fullest. Feeling a slight coolness on her buttocks, she reached out to touch them, only to find her kimono had been lifted up to her waist. Awao gently stroked her youthful, glossy buttocks. A silent drama, seemingly pre-arranged, continued. Tadahiro's hand slipped between her legs, caressing her vulva from behind. "Stop! No!" Mieko thought she could say it, but she only sighed. At that moment, Tadahiro waved several photos in front of Mieko. "You remember this, right? Could you do this to me too?" The photos were taken secretly in the bushes of Hozukyo, showing her being raped by that man. This man must have been following her and taking the photos. Mieko's face turned pale with humiliation and resentment; her resistance completely vanished. Taking advantage of Tadahiro's inattention, Mieko snatched the photos from his hand and tore them to shreds. "Tearing them won't help; there are still the negatives." "Are you trying to intimidate me?" "No..." "You're despicable! What more do you want from me!" "Don't be angry. Even a beautiful woman like this lacks backbone. I just saw you in the shop and wanted to sleep with you." "So, you knew about me before the car accident...""?" Mieko saw the embarrassed look on Tadafu's face, as if he had accidentally let something slip. Just as she was about to press him for more information, Tadafu pounced on her, pushed her down, and stuffed a handkerchief into her mouth. Mieko struggled, but her body was too weak, and she slowly lost consciousness. Tadafu looked at his beautiful prey lying below, contemplating how to toy with her. He didn't want to use a sleeping potion; he preferred to have intercourse with her consent. Even without Kano's orders, he had long wanted to play with this beautiful young woman to his heart's content. Every time Kano wrote him a note with her membership number and name, saying she was a guest this time, Tadafu outwardly obeyed; but inwardly, hatred and jealousy simmered within him; he truly wanted to kill Kano. And he was waiting for the opportunity to get his hands on Mieko, and today was it. If Kano found out, she would at least make her cut off a finger. For a man who lived off a woman, this was a life-or-death gamble. He thought he was used to toying with women; but he found it difficult to act on women he loved. Pulling aside Mieko's kimono, he saw her beautiful body and smelled the luxurious perfume. A slightly intoxicated man, his penis already erect, swelled in his pants. He thought it wouldn't hurt to ejaculate by hand first; if he were to immediately insert his excited penis into her alluring opening, it would surely explode. But he had to wait; he didn't have much time. He pulled down his trousers and underwear, touched his penis a few times, then stopped and put on a condom. He wanted to have sex, and desperately wanted to make the woman feel needed, to say sweet words. A man in a slave's position; no woman had ever made him sweet requests; he was always the one trying to please women. First, he lay down next to Mieko and kissed her. Even so, his heart pounded, as if it were his first time having sex with a woman. After kissing her lips, he looked at her nipples. The areolas around her nipples were relatively small, but the nipples themselves were surprisingly large and dark in color. A man thought this was because her husband suckled on them every night, and felt a strange jealousy. After her breasts, he finally began to admire her lower abdomen. Seeing Mieko's naked body, Takao couldn't help but swallow hard. He had never seen such a beautiful, smooth, and white body. He truly couldn't understand why such a beautiful woman would be constantly offered to men; what was Kano's motive? It wasn't like Mieko had lost her position as wife, so why was Kano so crazy? Seeing her slightly parted red lips revealing snow-white teeth, Takao suppressed his intense lust and decided to enjoy the pleasure of sucking a trumpet. He removed the condom he had just put on, straddled Mieko's head, and grasped his penis, letting the glans gently touch her red lips. The sensitive head slid in and touched her teeth. He rubbed it back and forth against her teeth four or five times, slightly parting her teeth to reveal the tip of her tongue. Takao immediately seized the opportunity to insert it, but dared not move immediately, afraid that Mieko would wake up and bite off his penis. He carefully and slowly inserted it, gently moving his penis towards the beautiful woman's lips. Looking down, the red lips seemed like exquisite genitals. Her vulva was a beautiful petal shape, perfectly symmetrical on both sides, and quite thick, a vibrant purplish-red. The clitoris, hidden above the labia, quickly peeked out from under the foreskin when touched with a finger, as if begging for it... "Such an elegant and virtuous woman would want a man's penis?" Tadao felt disgusted at being Kano's slave; a man wouldn't get an erection without desire, but Kano, driven by lust, disregarded Tadao's physical state, demanding intercourse regardless of time or place. In comparison, the beautiful woman before him was already wet, ready for intercourse at any moment; her face, body, and genitals were all exceptionally beautiful. Looking at Mieko's vulva, Tadao inserted two fingers, making obscene wet sounds; he felt a membrane gripping his fingers. Mieko regained consciousness midway, but by then, the enormous penis had already penetrated her vagina. Raped! Thinking this, Mieko immediately tried with all her might to push away the man on top of her. But her strength was weak; she even felt a desire for the man to use more force. In her semi-conscious state, Mieko mistook Ayato for Akihiko. "You're so good... right there... thrust harder... teacher..." Slightly lifting her buttocks, she gripped the man's shaft tightly, repeatedly calling out her beloved man's name in her mind. Kibune could be considered Kyoto's red-light district, but also its most upscale entertainment area, with over twenty restaurants and hotels along the upper reaches of the Kamo River and the Western-style restaurants of Kurama Mountain. Mieko sat in the passenger seat of Ayato's Audi, looking panicked at the stream in the sunset. In that filthy little room without a bathroom or toilet, although she had been deceived, she was still angry at her own trusting nature after being humiliated for two hours by this despicable intimidator. And strangely, whenever she wore the kimono her mother had given her, something always happened. Even her husband's secretary and Ayato would be aroused and humiliate her. Would the man waiting for her at the restaurant in Kibune tonight be the same? At that moment, Mieko realized that the tour bus Takeshi and his employees were on might be crossing the Seto Bridge. Although it was a short three-day, two-night trip, to be honest, she could breathe a sigh of relief because her husband wasn't home. Just then, Ayumi screamed and slammed on the brakes. In the headlights, she saw a wild animal, probably a small fox, scurrying into the hay. Luckily, she hadn't run it over. Mieko touched her chest, not wanting to cause any unnecessary killing. Ayumi turned off the air conditioning, opened the window a crack, lit a cigarette, and heard the sound of the stream flowing down the slope. Just as Mieko opened the door to breathe in some fresh air, Ayumi suddenly grabbed her. He threw the cigarette out the window and pressed himself against the resisting Mieko. He reclined the seat, and Mieko lay on her back. As her legs struggled, something flowed from her vagina. The violent man's hand touched that spot. "Hehehe...so your breasts are already soaking wet." Tadafu's body entered between Mieko's legs. Mieko had almost no strength to resist. The scent emanating from her vagina was exactly like the scent of cherry blossoms, left by Tadafu. Tadafu pulled his trousers and underwear down halfway, revealing his engorged penis, and used his full weight to thrust deeply into her. Mieko tried to push up the man's chest from below; but her breasts were pressed against her shoulders, making it difficult to breathe. Tadafu's buttocks began to rise and fall, and tears streamed down Mieko's face. She thought she hadn't made a sound, but her crying shook the car. "You're raping our merchandise! I'm going to tell the customers!" Mieko cried as she spoke. Tadafu stopped thrusting at that moment. Mieko's words caused his penis to shrink. He reluctantly withdrew, wiped his penis with a handkerchief, and pushed Mieko out of the car. "We're almost there, let's walk." They walked along the stream for five minutes; ahead, they saw the sign for the teahouse. The maid led her to a separate room, divided into Japanese and Western-style rooms; behind it was a cliff with dense trees, and at the end of the corridor was a river. A black suit jacket and underwear lay scattered beside a low table; the man had probably gone to take a shower. Just as she was wondering whether to put them on the hanger, she heard a loud cough, and a tall man in a bathrobe entered. Every time this happened, Mieko didn't know how to make small talk; nothing she said seemed appropriate. The man, wearing black-rimmed glasses, looked at Mieko's body as if inspecting her before sitting down at the low table. As if waiting for this moment, a luxurious meal was immediately brought in: fish and steak, and Napoleon cake and wine. "Put on a bathrobe too, don't be so nervous. I'm not going to eat you, so why don't you take a shower first?" Unexpectedly, the man said something very considerate, so Mieko decided to take a shower first. She quickly changed out of her kimono in the small outer room. At that moment, the man took out some documents from his bag and glanced at her. Afraid he would rush at her, Mieko changed into a yukata and left the room. The bathroom was a steam room. This was probably a private bathroom in the annex; there were no other guests. The simple, floor-floored room, less than two square meters, served as the changing room. A note on the wall read, "Please wear the yukata here before entering." A special yukata for bathing...? Mieko stood in front of the mirror and unfolded the special yukata. "Oh! What's this?" The yukata was far below her knees, and had a hole at the buttocks, completely exposing her bottom. Mieko found it amusing that the man seemed to find pleasure in seeing a woman wearing such lewd clothing. However, a man who seemed so serious might not necessarily be a playboy. After splashing water on herself, she went to the adjacent rock bath and saw several small fish swimming inside. Is the little fish not afraid of hot water...? When she tried to get hot water with a bucket, she realized it was a cold water pool, and then she remembered that steam baths are supposed to be alternating between cold and hot water. Mieko seemed to want to wash away the dirt that Tadafu had soiled her body, and when she deeply inserted her fingers into her vagina to wash, she felt a slight swelling inside her labia. Excessive masturbation can cause this; even her clitoris turns red. The thought of another man's thing in such a sensitive place...She desperately wanted to escape, but the steam room was behind the wooden door. Afraid a man might come in, she locked the door. The intense heat and the smell of steamed straw made her sweat profusely. Mieko felt uneasy, trapped in the confined room. She lay on the straw mat. There were two ceramic pillows, which seemed to hold special meaning. Would anyone have sex in a place like this? (Advertisement: Female aphrodisiac, male enhancement and delay spray, adult toys, six-year established store with guaranteed reputation, discounts and free shipping for bulk purchases, discreet delivery with cash on delivery. Contact customer service for inquiries: 1765663011). Mieko, who resembled her mother with a heart condition, felt short of breath within five minutes. At that moment, she heard footsteps outside the wooden door. Was it that man? Or other customers? She wanted to go out, but her buttocks were completely exposed, making it impossible. At this moment, Eiko thought of herself lying there, like a bubble girl in a magazine. She hurriedly got up and knelt down properly, as if symbolizing her lingering affection; residue flowed from the opening. Eiko inserted her fingers and kept digging out the contents; at this moment, she didn't expect to feel a tingling, itchy sensation in her lower body. As a girl, she had a habit of standing in front of the mirror, pulling open her clothes and playing with her nipples. This was because she saw her mother looking at her naked body in the mirror after taking a bath, pressing her nipples against the mirror and rubbing them, and she imitated it and it became a habit. Hearing the knocking on the door, the naked Eiko felt nervous. There was another knock, and when Eiko stood up and opened the wooden door, a man appeared. When Eiko lowered her head to leave, the man stopped her. From the front of her short yukata, a reddish-black penis was exposed as if in a show of defiance. Even if she didn't want to look, she couldn't take her eyes off it. "How is it? A Japanese sauna is not bad, is it?" he said, pushing her shoulder to lie down together. Eiko couldn't stand the heat and apologized, trying to leave. "What does it matter? Keep me company while I search." He grabbed her arm; with just a gentle twist, he easily knocked Mieko down. "Please don't do this... ah..." It's the same everywhere. Sexual intercourse is more enjoyable in a stimulating place, spread your legs. As soon as she finished speaking, the man quickly took off Mieko's yukata, raised her legs, and her genitals were completely exposed. The pain of her skin being rubbed against the straw mat made Mieko scream. She hugged her knees tightly to try and prevent the man from playing with her breasts. But lying on her back with her legs raised, she couldn't avoid the man's lustful gaze. Her perineum, which was visible even to her anus, seemed to be waiting for the man's tongue and fingers to caress it, forming a wet look. At this moment, the man suddenly adopted the 96 position. The man's lips sucked on her genitals from below, and then slowly moved upwards, gently touching her clitoris, while his fingers kept stroking her vulva. Sweat and nectar mixed with steam created a peculiar smell. At this moment, Mieko only wanted to leave this sweltering hell, and that was the only thing on her mind. But her body desperately wanted the flesh to enter her. The man's genitals swayed back and forth against Mieko's burning face. Mieko stuck out her tongue and licked the opening of the glans, then grasped the base of the penis with her hand, moving her mouth back and forth. The man calmly watched Mieko's conflicted expression, sucking harder on her vulva. "Ah... um..." Mieko couldn't help but sigh as she experienced a pleasure that seemed to drain her brain. "Isn't it good? Do you want me to lick your breasts again?" After the man got up, this time he grabbed Mieko's buttocks, wanting her to ride on his lap; Mieko didn't want the man to see her expression when she reached orgasm. Only Akihiko was the one she forgot everything and exposed herself to. So Mieko resisted, and the man pretended to release the desperately resisting Mieko, then suddenly pressed her down from behind. Mieko tightened her buttock muscles to protect her anus. But this writhing of her buttocks only increased the man's interest. The man, facing the ripe fruit, restrained his desire to break through in one fell swoop, gently rubbing his glans back and forth at the entrance. "No...don't do that..." "Then, what about your breasts?" The man wanted this elegant Mieko to utter lewd words. "Spare me...I'm dying...ah..." "Is that really okay?" "No...I'm so hot I'm about to faint...let me get out...get out of here." Her answer was the penetration of his penis. The man's thick, veiny penis had entered the constantly contracting vagina. The more refined and educated a woman is, the more she opposes the beastly position. But that's before intercourse; once combined, the feeling of being abused from this position can actually make a woman eagerly enjoy such pleasure, and this man understood this. He reached from behind to his chest and forcefully grabbed and rubbed his breasts. Mieko knew it was useless, but she still resisted desperately. He inserted and withdrew, then inserted again, then withdrew again. This was the first time they had ever had such intercourse. Mieko had completely lost the will and strength to resist, unable to endure it any longer, and felt a wave of dizziness; this fainting spell felt like a relief to her. "Relax a little, don't pour me any more wine." She had been feeling stifled by the heat in the bathroom; but after resting in the chair in the hallway for less than ten minutes, Mieko felt hungry. There were no handcuffs or ropes binding her, but invisible chains bound Mieko's body and soul. "Come to my side." He pulled the hesitant Mieko, cushion and all, towards him, speaking in a commanding tone. "Unfasten your belt, it'll be more comfortable that way." "Don't do such cruel things." "Cruel things...don't you like that?" "How could I like it...well, anyway, I'm like a slave." "A slave...a slave must obey completely." The man said as he unfastened his belt, and Mieko no longer resisted. The front of her yukata parted, revealing her breasts and lower abdomen. "Take off your belt too." "Okay, I'll take it off for you, ma'am." Mieko roughly unbuckled the man's belt. He probably weighed eighty kilograms; he had a very muscular body. Judging from his manner of speaking, just as Ayako had said, he seemed to be a high-ranking executive at a large corporation. He sat cross-legged in the middle, and his previously monstrous penis remained obediently there. "You must really like men, ma'am." She put ice cubes in a glass and said with a half-smile. "Yes... I like them." "It must be... otherwise, no woman who is poor would do such a thing." Mieko suddenly felt that this man might understand her position and be willing to help. "How about it? Why don't you tell me?" "Are you just trying to amuse yourself?" "Hahaha, don't be so stubborn. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't force you." He couldn't continue the conversation there. "By the way, have any perverts harassed you? Touched your buttocks, or stuck their fingers in there? I heard that the perverts lately are quite bold..." The question was explicit; Mieko didn't know how to answer. "Milk is the kind of woman who turns men into sex addicts." "I...""Yes, it's that soft body of yours, it looks so delicious." The man said, suddenly embracing Mieko. His body, weakened by the alcohol, immediately touched her clitoris and slid into her vagina. "Don't be shy with your mouth down there either, eat it if you want." It was because of this intention that he wanted Mieko to undo her belt. When faced with such a cunning man, Mieko was like a child, always trying to be the first to do things. When Mieko refused, the man withdrew his hand and licked it, making Mieko feel as if he was licking her own genitals. "Don't do this!" When his fingers entered her vagina, Mieko could no longer bear it. But the man held her tightly. What do men of this age really see women as? Even her husband, Mutou, often used strange instruments to play with her. He said nice things, but in reality, he wanted to play with her like a woman he bought with money. This time it was grilled small fish, a five-centimeter-long piece of fish inserted into the woman's vagina from the head. Mieko gasped in surprise, but the more tense she became, the tighter her vaginal opening tightened, biting at her cervix like a live fish. "Does it taste good? It's delicious, isn't it?" "No! Take it out! That's too much!" "Why cry? It's just for fun." The man said as he continued to play with her, letting the little fish go in and out of her vagina. Her glossy white body lay there with her hands tied behind her back. While the man was sorting through a thick stack of documents, she lay there sighing. The man put the documents marked "Confidential" into his bag, carefully locked it, and turned to face Mieko. He revealed his swaying penis and began to caress Mieko's round buttocks. "Please, I won't run away, please untie this." "You're so cute, haven't you ever been tied up for sex?" "Don't ask, just untie it quickly." "Actually, this suits you very well. Seeing you tied up makes my penis hard." He said, shaking his penis in front of Mieko. In truth, this man rarely felt such intense sexual desire as he did tonight. He considered it a deception, having bought this woman to kill a night. But the woman who arrived was even better than the man had advertised. "What are your plans?" "What plans... I bought you. And you yourself said you're a slave. Since you're a slave, I can do whatever I want with you." The man licked from her back to her buttocks. Mieko felt itchy and couldn't help but let out a low moan. His slippery tongue licked her perineum and then reached her anus. "Ah... no! Please..." "Your resistance is the best thing ever." The man pulled Mieko up and tied her to a pillar. The floor was made of glass, allowing a view of the river below and the small fish swimming around. The man squinted, admiring Mieko's naked body while stroking his erect penis. Thinking about what this man was going to do, Mieko felt a sense of despair. Just then, the phone rang. After talking on the phone for a while, he thought about untying the ropes binding Mieko, but then gave up and went outside. Mieko tried to escape, struggling desperately, but to no avail. It seemed to be raining outside; she could hear the sound of raindrops hitting a stream. At that moment, the man looked through the glass of the paper door from the corridor. A woman in a bathrobe was squatting there. "Does seeing a woman bound like this excite you even?" The woman nodded, and the man's hand reached inside the bathrobe to caress the woman's thigh. "It's no use. I'm not that kind of woman. I'm sorry." "You're lying. Your panties are soaking wet." "You're lying." "Then take them off and let me see." "You're going to lie again." Just then, probably hearing the woman's voice, Mieko turned her head, revealing an uneasy and melancholy expression. She sensed someone was there. Someone was definitely watching. The man had said on the phone that she didn't need to come to get the cutlery; he couldn't possibly be a maid. Uneko's unease, shame, and the grief of being humiliated turned into tears. Mieko's eyes were filled with tears as she saw the woman in the bathrobe approaching with her head down. Who was that...? She'd initially thought she was a guest who'd wandered into the wrong room. Just then, the man entered, turning off the room lights and leaving only a small lamp. The masked woman poured whiskey into a glass and silently brought it to Mieko's lips. She forcibly pulled open Mieko's mouth and poured the whiskey in. Mieko pretended to give up and hold it in her mouth, spraying it at the mask just before it was full. The woman under the mask raised her eyebrows. The man wiped the mask with a towel, secretly handing her a blue bottle of cream. The masked woman knelt down and began applying a creamy substance to Mieko's genitals; Mieko was horrified, the strong smell alone telling her it was something bad. The masked woman continued applying; a thick layer from her groin to her perineum, the remainder smeared between her labia. What was she doing? Don't do this... Ah... No... Just as the masked woman was about to apply more, the man stopped her and took the cream bottle away. Even so, the woman continued to insert her fingers deep into the opening, moving them around. It was as if she were examining Mieko's genitals, her slender fingers relentlessly stimulating the walls of her vagina, even more intensely than when Mieko masturbated. To have a woman bound from behind, unable to refuse or resist, act out a drama of sadomasochism; to make a summer snack, is that enjoyable...?It was probably the effect of the cream applied to her genitals that created a burning sensation from that area to her lower abdomen. Mieko alternately spread her thighs apart and then squeezed them together, desperately fighting the itching caused by the drug. A woman's fingers are more cruel than a man's, deliberately making rubbing sounds of vaginal fluid, occasionally parting her labia. Soon after, she switched places with the man next to her; he squatted down and placed the ice cream he had been holding in his mouth into the swollen, engorged opening between her labia. Mieko involuntarily relaxed her lower body, her head slumping weakly against the ground. "Do you want sex?" The cream I just applied is a Thai aphrodisiac; it will keep itching for five hours. Just enjoy it slowly." He said in a lewd voice, licking her earlobe with his tongue. Whether it was the effect of the aphrodisiac or a feeling of self-abandonment, Mieko, unsure of herself, slowly raised her buttocks. The masked woman remained silent, which only terrified Mieko. Was she afraid Mieko would hear her? She observed her closely; her slender figure and slightly brown hair seemed familiar. The masked woman knew a woman's most sensitive areas; Mieko hated her for specifically targeting those places, so her pleas became broken and intermittent. The aphrodisiac applied to her already sensitive opening created an irresistible itching sensation. She wanted anything, anything, to be penetrated, and writhed incessantly. It seemed to be working. The man freed Mieko from the pillar, slapped her buttocks, and made her lie down on the bed, swaying like a sleepwalker. "Take off your clothes too." Hearing the man's command, the woman shook her head, as if she had planned it beforehand. The man immediately swept her leg, pinning her down, and removed her bathrobe. At this point, the woman seemed resigned and took off her panties herself. Swimsuit marks remained on her body, but those were from the lamplight, not sunlight. Judging from her appearance, she might be a fashion model, and she looked to be only about twenty years old. Comparing herself to such a young woman, and being played with by a man, Mieko forgot her own position and felt angry at the man's plan. But any resistance would only please the man; she had encountered a truly terrifying man, and felt as pitiful as a fish caught in a net. At this moment, for some reason, Mieko began to doze off. She didn't know how long she slept, but she woke up when she felt a feather blanket being placed over her. Something wet brushed against her blurry eyes; it felt very comfortable. She realized that the rubbing was a woman's tongue, and because saliva had wet her face, Maki, wearing a mask, observed Mieko with a cruel heart. Knowing that her mother, Kano, had set a clever trap, using Ayumi to sell Mieko's body, Maki was terrified by her mother's obsession. Moreover, she herself had been forced to get involved. She assumed that Mieko, upon discovering the trap, would either accuse Ayumi or become a companion. But when Ayumi said she had already agreed to spend the night with a guest, Maki truly didn't understand this woman, Mieko. Did Mieko knowingly use this as a trap to have fun with men? She has an elegant face, but does she have lustful blood in her veins? Otherwise, a married woman, even if threatened by a car accident, wouldn't be so obedient to men. Tadafu praised Mieko as an angelic woman, implying that men who slept with her would be taken to heaven. Since she was willing to spend the night with men, was Mieko an angel or a prostitute pretending to be one? Maki wanted to see for herself. So, through Tadafu, she negotiated with the client, and Maki herself also spent the night, of course, keeping it a secret from her mother. Thinking she could see through men, Maki also spent the night, of course, keeping it a secret from her mother. She miscalculated; she hadn't expected to be drawn into this strange game herself. But now it was too late for regrets; now she could only desperately try to see if Mieko was an angel or a prostitute. Maki licked Mieko's genitals from a crack in the mask, her fiery head protruding. The man lifted Mieko's buttocks and placed them on Maki's face. Soft, fleshy buttocks gripped Maki's face. She appeared weak and unconscious, but it was possible that Mieko was actually enjoying the game. The fact that Mieko's labia were visible, and that she merely turned her face away slightly without any attempt to protect herself, was perhaps the best evidence. The man slowly sipping whiskey beside her said to Mieko, "Are you bisexual?" "What bisexual...it's this. I found something so rare in your purse." The man was waving a roughly thirty-centimeter-long dildo across Mieko's face. Both ends were identical to a man's glans; it was a dildo used by homosexuals. "That kind of lewd thing isn't mine. But I found it in your purse. That's too much..." she said angrily, but from Maki's perspective, Mieko's eyes seemed filled with curiosity as she looked at the dildo. The man put a belt around Maki's waist; he installed the dildo, inserting one end into Maki's vagina, leaving the other end exposed, creating a strange feeling of becoming a man. On top of Mieko, the man spread Mieko's legs, seemingly ordering Maki to penetrate him. But Maki hesitated. This was an act of violating her foster husband's wife; though it was a dildo, she was the one controlling it, essentially giving it life. He lifted her buttocks, which were straddling Mieko. Seeing this, the man angrily pinched her buttocks and pressed down forcefully. At this moment, even Maki, unwilling, was forced into a state of defilement of Mieko. The man ordered Maki to thrust. As Maki slowly moved, the man grabbed her buttocks. Feeling an unusual sensation, Maki tried to turn around. She saw something strange—the man's penis. Maki reached behind to try and block it, struggling to twist her naked body, but this resistance was futile; it only affected Mieko, who was still attached to him. Ah...uh... Mieko's eyes rolled back, her upper body arching backward as she felt the impact of her uterus about to rupture. There was no way to prevent the enormous penis from being inserted into her anus. Maki's twisting of her hips was useless; she was simultaneously raping Mieko while her own anus was being violated by a man. "How is it? This feels good. Both of you should enjoy it to the fullest, twisting your hips back and forth, left and right, doing whatever you want." Without the man saying anything, both women's vaginas were already soaking wet, though to different degrees, both flowing with vaginal fluid due to arousal. The fluids merged after the penis left, repeating endlessly. Maki felt a little relieved thinking that while she was raping Mieko, she was also being violated herself. "Ah...so much...so much..." Maki also leaked a lot. The vaginal fluids from both of them made the dildo even more slippery. Not knowing who would reach orgasm first, Maki felt she might be first and increased the pace of her thrusts. Mieko also seemed unwilling to give in, increasing the speed to match the rhythm. Maki gritted her teeth and endured, the man's duet behind her bringing her close to her limit. The intense sensation in her anus made Maki scream, realizing she might be bleeding, and an image of a blood-stained penis flashed in her mind. Now, the three men were like crazed beasts. Mieko suddenly arched her back and pushed Maki forcefully; in that instant, a dizzying orgasm washed over her, and Mieko's lower body began to spasm. "Ah...I'm coming...good...thrust harder...ah..." After a series of screams, she lay still, like a peacock shot through the air, wings outstretched, panting. At that moment, the man inserted his erect penis into Mieko's mouth. Maki couldn't bear to watch and turned her gaze away. But Mieko didn't resist; instead, she sucked on it with soft, sucking sounds. Then Maki realized she was seeing Mieko's face clearly; she was a prostitute pretending to lure men to paradise. The man flipped Mieko's body over and inserted his wet penis into her anus. The two of them writhed together for a while. Maki wanted to remove her mask to show Mieko her face, but was it necessary? Mieko was innocent; the guilty ones were Maki herself and her mother, Kano. She didn't know when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, she didn't see the masked woman. The man beside her was snoring loudly, his limp penis exposed. Before dawn, Mieko left the hotel, walking like a sleepwalker. The intense torment seemed to have caused her mental problems, but strangely, she felt neither humiliation nor sadness. Mieko waited for the first train at the station, sitting on a bench. There was no one around. She dozed off and heard a phone ringing. She couldn't see a phone on the platform; it must be her imagination. Maybe it was Takeshi calling home every morning, but no one answered. Perhaps he called her parents' house. She wondered how her mother would answer. Maybe he would expose all the lies of the past. Mieko was too tired to think about such things. She went home and immediately dialed the answering machine; she heard a man's voice, but it wasn't Takeshi. Listening to the voice coming from the answering machine, Mieko sobbed uncontrollably. The recorded voice was a phone call from Akihiko in Tokyo. He said he had returned to Japan from Los Angeles a month ago and was currently busy opening a consulting firm. The man's voice was energetic and his tone was firm. Mieko almost forgot that the voice came from a recording, creating the sweet illusion that Akihiko was speaking directly to her. "My teacher really hasn't forgotten me..."Thinking of this, her past sorrows vanished as if the rain had stopped and the sky had cleared. After apologizing for the long separation, Akihiko asked for her help with something: a party he was holding at the same time as the company he was opening. He wanted her to attend, but there was no need for such a polite invitation. Mieko longed to go to Tokyo to see Akihiko immediately, and her heart pounded with tears. Was this a cruel twist of fate? Since he had returned to Japan a month ago, why hadn't he called immediately? He was completely different a month ago. And who told him he was married before calling? Perhaps Akihiko called his parents' home, and his mother answered the phone and told him that Mieko was married. If so, his mother already knew Akihiko had returned to Japan a month ago, so why hadn't she told her? His mother knew about Mieko and Akihiko's relationship. But in the past month, Mieko's fate had changed drastically, a change that could not be reversed. The party was scheduled for Saturday night, five days later, at the Phoenix Hall of the Tenno Brothers Hotel in Shinjuku. After leaving the bathroom, Mieko quickly applied makeup and sat down at the phone, unsure what to do. She desperately wanted to hear Akihiko's voice. She wanted to talk to him, even if she cried, but that was okay. But what she feared most was him demanding a meeting now; she lacked the confidence to control herself, and felt she would betray her husband if they met. This was different from the situation where she was threatened by Ayato into prostitution. Unable to bear it any longer, Mieko picked up the phone: her heart pounded wildly, like a young girl confessing her love to her boyfriend for the first time, a painful tension rising within her. The phone rang twelve times, but Akihiko didn't answer. Mieko gathered evidence of her actions and took a taxi to her parents' house. If Muto called, she would need to coordinate with her mother. Her mother was sunbathing in the yard, much better than she had imagined. Muto didn't call, but she received a call from Akihiko—it was indeed her mother. That night, Mieko slept with her mother. Her mother was a woman of few words, and even more so, someone who wouldn't utter a word, a trait she had maintained since her youth. Her mother and Muto were of the same generation. Long after her father's death, Mieko casually remarked that Muto and her mother were an ideal couple. Although her mother immediately denied it and scolded Mieko, Mieko often thought that her mother might like Muto. When Mieko got married, her mother gave her a hydrangea-patterned kimono, seemingly hiding a secret between her mother and Muto. When Muto returned from his trip, Mieko willingly put on a chastity belt and greeted her husband in bed. "So you've been wearing this all along?" "Yes." The pleasure of lying made Mieko smile brightly. "Then...it must have been very inconvenient." After only three days away, Muto looked at Mieko with fresh eyes. "What should I do then?" "When?" "When you urinate. Women and men are different; it sprays, so there will be some residue, right?" "So-so...I'll figure something out." Her husband seemed to be fantasizing about Mieko urinating. "What about defecation?" "You!" Mieko didn't let her husband press further. "Is it...endurance...is it...this..." Mieko gave an ambiguous answer. "This isn't good, it'll hurt your body." Takeshi immediately went to the bedside table to get the key. "Turn off the light, it'll embarrass me in the bright light." "Fool, I can't open the lock in the dark." With no other option, Mieko left the bedside lamp on, and in the dim light, she lifted her nightgown, revealing her mons pubis, protected by a foreign object, looking as if she were having difficulty breathing. Takeshi deliberately made it look like it was difficult to open, observing and playing with it at the same time. The thong-like leather part subtly stimulated her sensitive perineum and anus, causing Mieko to involuntarily pant and wriggle her hips. This was a game only husband and wife could play; for others, it would become the abuser and the victim. Finally, he removed the chastity belt from Mieko's lower body. She felt a strange emptiness, perhaps because she had already gotten somewhat used to it after only half a day. "Men are so inconvenient, getting hard so many times on a night of travel." "Ah, what a pity..." Mieko wanted to say this, but felt it wasn't something a newlywed woman should say, so she didn't. Although it had only been six months, the love between husband and wife was subtly changing day by day. Feeling sorry for her husband who was unaware of her infidelity, she deliberately left her kimono, which she wore while traveling, in front of the wardrobe as if to air it out, which indeed caught Takeshi's attention. "Miko, did you go out?" "Yes, to see Mom... but an old gentleman nearby mistook me for Mom... how could he think I looked so old?" "No, Mom is beautiful even now." Mieko felt she was quite good at lying; what she had just said was a story she had fabricated to test Takeshi's heart. After telling a big lie, she would readily tell smaller lies. She was probably tired from traveling; Takeshi kept yawning. In order to see Akihiko, she was determined to get her husband's permission; but he had just returned; she was embarrassed to ask. Her husband didn't know about Akihiko's affair, so she didn't need to care, but her conscience still bothered her. "Miko, look." Soon after, Takeshi pulled open the front of his pajamas, revealing his erect penis to Mieko's face. She had thought he was too tired to ask her tonight, so she was a little flustered. Mieko didn't know that men's libido would be heightened when they were tired. With no other option, the husband sighed as he pinched the swollen glans between his thumb and forefinger. Then, he grasped it with both hands, closed his eyes, and gently touched it with his lips. The penis vibrated as if he had fully recovered. He opened his mouth and took the penis to the base, his throat being touched. Muto seemed to move with confidence. Mieko's tongue licked the tip of the glans. She curled her tongue around the penis. Mieko was just imitating casually, but Muto was surprised. He wondered when she could give such a smooth blowjob... Before the trip, she would never lick it with her tongue even when it was in her mouth, and she would make a sucking sound. In the past, Mieko would have looked embarrassed, but tonight she was smiling and busy sucking. There was a big change. After getting used to her husband, the newlywed wife probably no longer felt ashamed, and her sexual attitude increased. Muto put his buttocks on his wife's face. At that moment, Mieko made a pushing motion, but Muto continued to press down. The high, beautiful bridge of her nose touched Wu's perineum. He should have had difficulty breathing, but he didn't say no. However, his breathing gradually became rapid. (The following appears to be unrelated advertising text: Female aphrodisiac, male enhancement and delay spray, adult toys, six-year-old store with guaranteed reputation, discounts and free shipping for bulk purchases, discreet delivery and cash on delivery, add customer service for consultation and purchase: 1765663011.) Mieko's breath felt very comfortable near her anus and vulva. Wu boldly pressed his anus against Mieko's nostrils and twisted it forcefully. Even so, Mieko didn't show any resistance; instead, she seemed to be eagerly caressing her husband's genitals. Wu didn't understand why Mieko was so bold, like two people. A newlywed wife making such progress in lovemaking should make a husband happy; Wu's feelings were complicated. "Ah...I want it." Mieko finally took the initiative to ask. "I want it faster...I can't hold back anymore." "I'll ejaculate, is that okay?" "No, not inside me." "What do you mean inside me?" "Ah...you want me to say it...okay...I'll say it...I mean don't ejaculate inside my vagina." Mieko so clearly uttered words she wouldn't normally say. Takeshi moved his buttocks, which were resting on Mieko's face, downwards, and thrust his erect penis all the way in. Mieko raised her buttocks high to receive it. There was a feeling of complete union; like a renowned sword being sheathed. As Takeshi thrust repeatedly, Mieko responded actively. Skillfully using varying degrees of force, she would clench her fists tightly when Takeshi stopped thrusting, urging him on. In the past, Mieko lacked the erotic atmosphere of intercourse, but now she did; thinking of this, Takeshi exploded, clearly feeling the hot semen flowing through his penis. For some reason, Mieko raised her buttocks at that moment. Mieko left Kyoto the afternoon before the party. Later, Takeshi drove her to the station, and for this day, Takeshi even asked a tailor he knew to quickly make her a dress. After that, while her husband was away, she called Tokyo to discuss the details with Akihiko. Therefore, she already knew the hotel room number, the time of the party, and that there would be about 150 attendees. Akihiko arrived at Tokyo Station in a Mercedes-Benz, his white suit making him stand out like a celebrity. Akihiko had gained a certain air of sophistication, and his appearance appeared more robust. As soon as he sat in the assistant's seat, he pulled Mieko close and kissed her; the six-year gap in their relationship vanished in an instant, and the hotel room offered a view of Tokyo's nightscape. "Let's go to the rooftop garden to dry off after the shower," he suggested. Akihiko cared for Mieko tenderly, like a honeymooner. In contrast to the cheerful Akihiko, Mieko became increasingly quiet. Akihiko was indeed still single. When Mieko revealed that she was married, Akihiko seemed surprisingly magnanimous. Mieko felt a sense of dejection; she had expected him to scold her for breaking their vows; for not waiting for him to return. She remembered how Akihiko, even as an associate professor, rarely revealed his true feelings, always keeping things secret. But Mieko felt she had no right to criticize him now. Akihiko stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and whispered something. Mieko, lost in her fleeting happiness, didn't hear what he said. "What did he just say?" Um... I hope Grandma won't be angry...I'm still too embarrassed to say it. Saying it like that wouldn't sound like a teacher. Just say it clearly, I'm willing to do anything I can. Indeed, if Jingyan said we should jump off a building together, she would jump with him. Jingyan took a big gulp of beer and said, "Say it out loud." "I want you to be my temporary wife." For a moment, Mieko didn't understand what he meant. "I want you to be my wife for one day tomorrow, is that not okay?" These words caused Mieko's lust to collapse like a dam breaking. Six years of pent-up desire surged forth, washing away their rationality. Jingyan hugged Mieko tightly as if caught in a tornado, and Mieko's body fell onto the bed. It looked almost like rape, but Mieko knew it wasn't, because she saw tears falling from the man's eyes. He immediately took off his dress, bra, and stockings. Of course, Mieko didn't resist; she even actively cooperated with Jingyan's undressing. Now, only lust and love for Jingyan occupied Mieko's heart. This feeling made her take off her panties herself. But for some reason, Akihiko pulled away his hand that was about to take off his panties, pressed his lips to the thin silk fabric, stained with sweat and honey, a light blue fabric with a pattern of small raindrops. "Let me take it off..." "No, this is fine..." "But it's dirty." It seems that men driven mad by lust like this kind of dirty thing, taking the thin fabric from his labia into their mouths and starting to suck. Mieko thought she said this, but only her mouth moved. And Mieko hugged Akihiko's neck tightly; she thrust her lower body forward to meet him. Akihiko's hands trembled with excitement as he grabbed the double-layered fabric at the bottom of the panties and tore it open forcefully. Ah... The thin fabric made a crisp sound, revealing a vertical tear. In an instant, a faint... Red flesh; the man's fingers caressed the petals, making a soft, squelching sound. Mieko's vagina was soaking wet like a flood, and Akihiko's fingers moved like a small boat rushing through a river. Mieko felt dizzy; Akihiko's caresses made her tremble uncontrollably with frenzied excitement. The fierce penis broke through her panties and plunged directly into her vagina, gripping the torn end of the panties, giving Mieko a sensation like being dug in by a sharp blade. It felt as if her flesh would be cut open, as if her vagina would fill with oil, a feeling of fear that made Mieko drown in a sweet sensual world. She didn't even know when she ejaculated. Akihiko looked down at the peacock he had ejaculated into; the peacock spread its wings, motionless as if dead. The two embraced and fell asleep.

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