OL Misaki's Resume 4

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Chapter 4: The Rope Between the Crotches
1
Misa thought about Sahara almost 24 hours a day.
Three days had passed, yet her body still burned like fire. It wasn't necessarily a sexual fire, but the fire of someone who had suffered so much humiliation. She shook her head, wanting to cover her face with her hands, but thinking of Sahara, who remained so calm until the very end, she began to miss him again.
Having suffered such humiliation, on one hand, she felt ashamed to face Sahara again, and on the other hand, she desperately wanted to see him again.
When they broke up that day, he only said he would wait for her at a coffee shop in Shinjuku at six o'clock on Saturday, and wrote her an address on a note.
Misa didn't know Sahara's address or phone number. Sahara didn't ask how to contact Misa; he seemed confident that she would keep his promise.
There seemed to be a hidden magic in Sahara's confidence.
Only three days had passed since their breakup, but Misa didn't know how to spend the time before Saturday. She didn't want to drink or have coffee with her colleagues.
That day, after working a little overtime, she left the company around six o'clock.
When she returned directly to her apartment, Yusuke was standing at the door. Misa and Yusuke had an unspoken agreement to meet outside, so seeing him standing at the door surprised her.
"You're back so early? I was planning to wait until dawn,"
Yusuke said angrily.
"Aren't you going to work?" "I'm
off today."
Ginny's shop is open year-round, and everyone takes turns resting.
"Do you know how many times I've called in the last five days? I asked you to call back on the answering machine, why didn't you answer? I know it's inconvenient to call the company, so I only called your place."
After breaking up with Sahara, she forgot about Yusuke, and the last time she went to Ginny was five days ago, less than a week ago.
"You can date that woman who likes you, I don't want to get involved in this. How does she know my name?"
"Probably by looking at my notebook."
"Anyway, it's over in a month. Don't come here again."
Misa opened the door, intending to break up with Yusuke right there.
"Listen to me."
"I don't want to hear it. I said it's over, do you understand? Go away."
Misa went into the room and tried to close the door.
However, Yusuke quickly followed her into the room.
"Get out! Or I'll call for help."
"Go ahead and call! I'll say you're on your period and a little hysterical."
Yusuke closed the door, pushed Misa inside, and said, "I've been waiting for two hours, can't I at least have a cup of coffee?"
"I only have bad coffee."
"I didn't expect to get better coffee than the shop's."
"After you finish your coffee, you have to leave."
Misa let Yusuke into the living room.
Yusuke sat on the two-seater sofa, feeling even more attached to Misa because of his exposure to her life.
"Since I met you, I've lost interest in that woman. You should know that people's hearts change."
"None of that matters, I just want to end things with you."
Misa didn't dislike Yusuke, but the night she spent with Sahara almost occupied her entire heart.
Yusuke didn't answer, but simply stood up, grabbed Misa's arm, and pulled her into his embrace.
"Oh..."
Yusuke kissed Misa roughly.
"Mmm..."
Misa wanted to say no, but couldn't speak.
Yusuke grew impatient with Misa, who kept her mouth tightly shut, refusing to let his tongue in.
Just last week, Misa had been making sexy noises in the hotel, but now she was desperately pushing Yusuke away as if she were being raped.
Knowing he couldn't kiss her, Yusuke reached under her skirt.
"No!"
"Want to play a rape game? This isn't like you. You're already wet, and my little son is hard too." "
It's already agreed, you can leave."
"Agreed what? I didn't agree to anything."
His hand, inside her skirt, moved up her leg to her high-cut panties.
"Oh..."
His fingers entered her opening, immediately beginning lewd activities.
"Don't do this..."
"You like it, you used to like this. Let your nectar flow, get passionate!"
Yusuke played with her opening while kissing her. Although Misa kept her mouth shut in refusal, the caressed clitoris made it impossible for her to remain silent, and Yusuke's tongue seized the opportunity to invade.
Even after being pushed onto the bed, Misa continued to resist. Tonight, Yusuke resorted to violence, his sleeves ripping with a crisp sound.
"Why do you hate me so much?"
Yusuke was even more ferocious. Just last week they were sharing sensual pleasures, and now he was turning his back on her.
"What did I do?!"
Yusuke forcefully pulled his shirt to the left and right, the buttons popping off, revealing his bra.
He pulled down the bra and immediately kissed her snow-white, full breasts.
"Oh...uh..."
Misa still desperately pushed Yusuke away.
Yusuke first pulled his panties up to his knees with his hands, then pulled them down with his toes.
Yusuke hurriedly pulled down his pants, using his fully erect penis to find the entrance of her vagina, and used his weight to insert his penis.
"Uh..."
Forcefully inserting into the not-yet-fully-wet vagina, when the glans barely reached the bottom, Yusuke first swayed his hips and began to thrust violently.
"Uh..."
The intense impact, as if her internal organs were being pierced, made Misa throw her head back and groan.
Seeing Misa's pained expression, Yusuke seemed even more excited. He pulled his penis out until the glans was almost out of her vagina, then thrust it back in with all his might.
"Oh!"
The more intense impact than before made Misa groan.
Yusuke pinched her nipples with his fingers and thrust in and out just as fiercely.
"Ugh..."
Misa cried out, tears streaming down her face from the impact.
"Don't be so brutal."
"On the first night, you said you wanted more. When I thrust gently, you said you wanted more force, so tonight I'm thrusting so hard."
Such violent thrusting couldn't possibly bring pleasure; it would only instill fear.
Unable to push Yusuke away, Misa frowned, gasping for breath in pain, feeling fear every time his penis entered her.
Whenever she appeared at Ginny's, the staff would tell Yusuke that his cousin was very beautiful, working for a large company. Misa, with her intellectual beauty, made Yusuke very proud.
Misa wasn't just beautiful; Yusuke also deeply admired her inner qualities. Now, Misa was saying she wanted to end their relationship and completely avoid seeing Yusuke. Yusuke, of course, wouldn't easily agree.
Yusuke's penis was constantly aroused by Misa's body. They hadn't had sex for five days and couldn't contact her. During this time, he couldn't concentrate on his work and almost got a nosebleed.
Yusuke, using the rebound force… forcefully thrust his penis inside.
"Oh!"
Misa groaned, her eyes filled with pain as she looked at Yusuke. Her black hair fell across her forehead, and beads of sweat appeared on her neck.
"Please...don't be rough..."
"Are you begging me? If you dare bite, I'll shove my fist into your vagina and make sure you can never have sex again. Will you give me oral sex?"
Yusuke's eyes flashed with a crazed light. A storm was brewing in Yusuke's mind. Misa sensed danger and could only nod.
Yusuke pulled down his pants, straddled Misa's face, and forcefully inserted his penis into her mouth.
"Ugh..."
Yusuke saw Misa's furrowed brows and realized he was in a superior position.
Yusuke thought he absolutely couldn't break up with her; he had to fuck her mouth like this every time.
"What's the use of you just sitting there like a doll! Your tongue has to move, like last time, you have to make those 'squeak' sounds."
With that, he thrust in hard.
His penis hit her throat, and Misa almost vomited. Unable to speak, she could only express her pain with her eyes.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Misa shook her head violently.
"What do you want to say? Just suck."
Yusuke thrust in and out two or three times forcefully.
Misa pushed Yusuke's back away, spat out his penis, and said, "I can't breathe like this... let alone move my tongue. I told you not to be so rough." "
Then, don't move, make your lips into the shape of a vulva. But I'm telling you, it has to be a tight vulva, otherwise I'll ejaculate, which will only take a lot of time, and your jaw might dislocate."
Yusuke seemed to want to ejaculate in Misa's mouth. If she resisted now, the angry Yusuke would become even more violent.
Misa closed her red lips tightly, and Yusuke began to thrust.
Occasionally, Yusuke deliberately thrust his penis deep, coldly staring at Misa. Seeing Misa's nauseous and vomiting appearance, he couldn't help but sneer.
"You have to drink it. If you spill it, I will never allow it."
This one-sided toying with the immobile Misa brought him even more pleasure, further fueling Yusuke's male instincts.
Thinking about how he could rape Misa like this every time, Yusuke felt a surge of confidence.
Yusuke hadn't ejaculated yet, and Misa felt a numbness in her jaw, occasionally experiencing pain as his penis was thrust into her throat. She almost wanted to bite Yusuke's penis with her teeth.
"I'm going to cum, you have to drink it."
Yusuke increased the speed of his thrusts.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Misa wanted to say not to be rough, but she couldn't speak, only breathing through her nose, waiting for the moment.
"Ugh..."
Yusuke stopped, ejaculating intermittently deep into her throat.
Misa didn't immediately swallow the semen that had entered her mouth. Yusuke slowly pulled out his penis.
"Drink it, you haven't swallowed it yet."
Misa already hated the taste of semen, and it was even harder to swallow once it accumulated in her mouth. Misa pretended to fix her hair, and while Yusuke wasn't looking, she reached for the tissues on the glass table, quickly pulled them out, and put them to her mouth.
"Damn it!"
Yusuke reached for the tissues, but it was too late. Yusuke's semen was completely spilled onto the tissues.
Yusuke glared at Misa: "I'm making you swallow it."
"You know I can't drink it, I hate the taste."
Seeing Yusuke's ferocity, Misa was intimidated, but still maintained a composed demeanor.
"You drank it once."
"Because I was drunk."
"Then, drink it. There's at least a bar here."
"No."
"There can't be none."
The two glared at each other.
Misa had decided to break away from Yusuke, and Yusuke, seeing this, turned into a ferocious beast.
"If you can't drink it with your mouth, I'll insert it into your clitoris and make you drink a lot."
Yusuke tried to pin Misa down, lifting her skirt up to her navel.
"No! Go away!"
The more Misa resisted, the stronger Yusuke's hatred became. Seeing her torn shirt made Yusuke even more violent.
"Get on all fours. Stick your ass out like that. I'll penetrate you from behind and finish faster." Yusuke sneered.
"No!"
"Quickly!"
A sharp gaze pierced Misa's face, and Misa met his challenge with a defiant look.
Yusuke grabbed Misa's arm and frantically flipped her body.
"No!"
Misa struggled to crawl away.
Yusuke grabbed Misa's legs and pulled them back forcefully.
"I'm going to insert it into you and shoot a lot of semen into your vagina. Cry with a beautiful voice."
Yusuke spread Misa's legs and thrust his newly erect penis into her core.
"Ugh..."
The penis, which had regained its erection in a very short time, plunged all the way in.
Yusuke thrust violently into her cervix, as if trying to pierce her uterus.
"Oh...ugh...ah..."
It felt like he was piercing her internal organs; there was only pain, no pleasure. With each thrust, Misa let out a groan from her throat.
2
Iwazuki stepped out of the elevator and went to Misa's room.
He had felt something strange for the past month. Before, when he asked Misa out, she would always come. She would say she wanted to study something, but Iwazuki didn't believe her.
Was she with another man? Misa, with her strong sex drive, couldn't possibly endure a month.
Realizing she couldn't possibly return to her apartment at this hour, and suspecting she might be having fun with a man, she took a taxi there.
She turned the handle before ringing the doorbell, and the door opened easily.
She was surprised to find the door unlocked, and naturally nervous to see men's shoes scattered in the entryway.
"Oh! No…"
She quietly entered the entryway, hearing Misa's voice coming from the living room.
Iwatsuki took off his shoes and quietly walked into the living room.
He initially thought Misa was enjoying sex with a man, but what Iwatsuki saw was that she was being violated.
A man, naked from the waist down, was lifting Misa's skirt and raping her from behind. If that were all, it wouldn't be so strange, but Misa made a desperate attempt to escape.
Misa had forgotten to lock the door, and the man had sneaked in, seeing the beautiful woman and raping her…
After making this judgment, Iwatsuki noticed the man had nothing dangerous in his hands and was tightly holding Misa's slender waist.
"Stop!"
Iwatsuki grabbed Yusuke's shoulders and pulled hard.
Not only Yusuke, but Misa was also startled by the man's voice.
"You shameless bastard! I'm handing you over to the police!"
Iwazuki grabbed Yusuke by the neck.
"Call the police? That's my job. You're trespassing and disturbing other people's happiness! Get out!"
Iwatsuki was furious, but puzzled by the man's unwavering demeanor. Could it be that he... loosened his grip?
"Are you Misa's colleague?"
Yusuke also suspected that this man might be someone Misa knew.
Misa was shocked by what was happening and hurriedly pulled down her skirt to straighten her clothes.
"We're playing a rape game. How are you going to explain this to us?"
Yusuke made no attempt to conceal his naked lower body, speaking arrogantly.
"Misa, what's going on?"
Iwatsuki somewhat understood the situation, but not wanting to appear embarrassed in front of the young man, he maintained a calm demeanor.
"He pretended to be divorcing his wife to seduce Misa, and then gave her a ring on her wife's birthday. Misa said she didn't want to associate with a man like that anymore."
Iwatsuki had kept the fact that he gave his wife a ring a secret from Misa, but how did this man know? The birthday was a month ago, and since then, Misa had refused to see Iwatsuki.
"Both of you get out! Entering other people's rooms like that! Don't ever come back!"
Misa's anger erupted due to the violent assault.
"How can you call it assault? You only started dating me because you wanted to break up with this liar. We had a very intimate relationship, doing lots of fun things together."
Yusuke's attitude remained arrogant, as if to say that Misa was his woman, without even wearing pants.
"Get out of here! Otherwise, I'll really call the police, and I'll say you raped me."
Misa picked up the phone.
Seeing Misa's angry expression, Yusuke knew it wasn't a threat.
Misa dialed 110.
"Okay."
Yusuke quickly hung up the phone, then reluctantly started putting on his pants.
"Misa, I have something to say to you."
This time it was Iwatsuki's turn.
"I don't."
Misa replied coldly.
"Misa says she has nothing to say to you, so go back to your wife. However, I won't give up on Misa." Yusuke finished dressing, gave a cold smile, and walked out.
Hearing the door close, Iwatsuki went to lock it and then came back.
"Who told you about the ring? Is that what's making you angry? What's so great about dating that kind of young man? How could someone like that be worthy of you?"
The image of their sexual intercourse flashed through Iwatsuki's mind again, but he remained calm. Shouting now would only worsen Misa's mood.
"You mean you're worthy of me? I've had enough. Leave. I want to be a stranger to you, since we'll only ever be strangers anyway."
"How can you say that? Haven't we always been good friends? You know I love you."
"If you love me, can you kiss my vagina where that man's penis was just inside? Can you put your tongue in and drink the mixture of that man's semen and my vaginal fluid?"
"I know you and him were just having an affair. I don't care about that kind of man. But go take a shower; it'll be refreshing for both body and mind. I'll go with you." He
had never treated Iwatsuki this way before, never spoken so rudely to a man he respected, but now it was different.
"Misa, I can do anything you want."
After saying this, Iwatsuki immediately entered between Misa's legs, spreading them apart.
"Ah..."
Misa, who had only raised her upper body, lost her balance and fell backward.
Although she said it herself, she didn't really want Iwatsuki to see the place where she and Yusuke had just been joined together.
Misa struggled desperately to stand up, but Iwatsuki's head was already down to her lower abdomen.
Iwatsuki only glanced at the wet, engorged petals before pressing his mouth to the entrance of her vagina.
"Ah!"
Misa's buttocks trembled.
Iwatsuki smelled a strong, stimulating scent he had never smelled before. There was no smell of semen, but it seemed to be the smell of that kind of man from the library. Now Iwatsuki could only stick out his tongue and lick it.
Strangely, how did Misa know about giving his wife a ring? He also suspected that his wife knew about Misa's affair.
However, these things could be verified later. Now Misa was testing his love.
Thinking about Misa having a relationship with such a lewd young man, even if it was brief, he wanted to curse her. But if he did this now, Misa would never be able to return to his arms, and he couldn't bear to give up such a woman.
Iwatsuki made lewd licking sounds, then reached into the vagina where the despicable man had entered.
"Ugh...ah..."
Seeing Iwatsuki lick her slightly stinging vulva from Yusuke's vigorous thrusting, Misa stopped resisting. However, thinking that Iwatsuki was only doing this because he didn't want to give her up, she felt no attachment to him.
In this situation, Misa still thought of Sahara. If it was Sahara who did this... Misa was thinking of the man who had caused her so much humiliation.
Iwatsuki raised his head, his lips smeared with honey.
It had been a month since he had sex with Misa, and now seeing her disheveled clothes, Iwatsuki felt an unusual excitement in his lower body.
He took off his pants, leaving himself naked from the waist down, just like Yusuke.
Misa knew Iwatsuki's purpose, but she just lay there motionless.
His penis entered her. Misa closed her mouth tightly, breathing only through her nose to avoid making a sound.
"Next month we'll go on a one-night trip. I have a voucher for an Izu hotel."
There was no resistance during penetration, and Iwatsuki assumed that Misa had forgiven him.
3
Misa deliberately arrived twenty minutes late at the coffee shop where they were supposed to meet. But when she found that Sahara wasn't there, she immediately regretted it, fearing she would never see him again.
She could only hope he would return and prepared to wait there until closing time.
"It's Ms. Yuuki on the phone."
Around 6:30, she heard a waiter calling. Looking around, no one stood up, so Misa hurriedly answered the phone.
"Hello..."
Misa said softly, picking up the phone.
"Oh, I'm relieved you're still here. I called around 6:00."
Although it hadn't been a week, she missed Sahara's voice and gripped the phone tightly.
"I'm in room xx of the hotel from last time. I'm waiting for you. Come right away."
Sahara hung up before Misa could answer. He seemed certain Misa would come.
With such confidence, what would Sahara do today? Misa's heart was filled with anxious anticipation.
*** When she gently knocked on the hotel room door, Sahara immediately opened it.
Sahara smiled, but Misa's expression was very unnatural.
Having suffered such humiliation a week ago, it was impossible for her to naturally throw herself into Sahara's arms.
Having suffered such humiliation, she still willingly offered herself up today; what would Sahara think?
Coming at a mere command, Misa suddenly felt embarrassed. She had painstakingly chosen her clothes before leaving, and now felt ashamed of her own behavior.
Sahara saw Misa standing outside the door and pulled her into the room. Although smaller than the suite from last week, it was much larger than the room Misa had prepared to make love to Yusuke.
"I was going to the coffee shop, but I had something urgent to finish and missed it, so I'm really sorry."
"Just keep working..."
Misa saw the dictionary on the table and said something against her conscience.
"I just finished, I sent the manuscript out by fax."
As usual, Sahara was not wearing a tie, only a shirt and white shorts. However, his attire was always meticulous.
When Sahara pulled her into his arms and kissed her, Misa's body lost its strength. When she was caressed by this man, Misa knew that she would become a different woman than before.
When she was with Iwazuki or Yusuke, she could maintain an equal relationship, or even be in a dominant position. But not with Sahara. When he was chatting with Ginny, he was like any other man, but when they were alone, Sahara became the one who dominated Misa.
The skillful movements of his tongue made Misa's flower core begin to burn and become wet. She could only be a passive person, like a mouse being played with by a cat.
"I'm going to tie you up. Take off your clothes, today it's not just about hands."
Sahara said in a calm tone after kissing her.
Misa, amidst the humiliation of being dominated by Sahara, discovered a joy she had never experienced before. She had been eagerly awaiting this day. But being asked to undress so directly upon arrival still made her hesitant to agree immediately.
"Let's shower later,"
Sahara said, immediately pulling a red rope from the same black leather bag as before.
"Right here, now!"
"No…"
It wasn't resistance, but rather a way of confusing Sahara; Misa was actually just trying to be coquettish. Misa stood motionless by the door.
"Did you come here wanting me to do something humiliating?"
The words, seeing through Misa's thoughts, made her feel embarrassed.
"I didn't come here to do that kind of thing."
Misa truly wished Sahara would use violence to possess her; such retort deserved a more severe punishment.
"Then, why did you come?"
Misa resented Sahara's knowing question.
Sahara waited for Misa's answer. He didn't resort to violence, as if admiring the scenery in a sunlit courtyard.
"Speak…"
Misa knew she had to speak now, but still waited for Sahara to speak. But Sahara waited for Misa to speak.
Misa couldn't hold back any longer.
"I'm going back,"
Misa said, deceiving herself. She thought that this time Sahara would definitely pull her into his arms, but Sahara still didn't move.
"Going back without even taking off your clothes?"
"Yes..."
This time it would definitely be... Sahara still didn't move. Misa hated herself for not being honest, and hated that Sahara hadn't used force. She pushed open the door and walked reluctantly towards the elevator. She walked slowly, but didn't hear Sahara chasing after her.
If it were Yusuke or Iwatsuki, they would undoubtedly have chased after her, and even prevented her from leaving the room.
Misa couldn't leave the hotel, so she went into the coffee shop on the first floor. The fragrant coffee tasted bitter in her mouth. Misa's heart was still in Sahara's room.
She sat for twenty minutes, but it felt like a long time.
Had Sahara left the hotel? Misa couldn't help but pick up the internal phone near the coffee shop entrance.
"Please connect me to Mr. Sahara in room xx-17."
"Please wait a moment."
From this sentence, she knew that Sahara was still there. Misa's heart pounded.
"Hello."
Hearing Sahara's voice, Misa felt breathless.
"..."
"Where are you now?"
Sahara knew it was Misa calling.
"The coffee shop on the first floor..."
"I'm coming right now."
Sahara didn't say he was coming back, but that he was coming here.
There was still time to leave the hotel, and the desire to be with Sahara and the desire to escape were locked in a fierce battle.
She was increasingly uneasy, wondering what Sahara would say to her.
Sahara arrived quickly. His expression was very natural, as if their date was right here.
"Ginny's coffee is still the best."
Sahara sat down opposite Misa.
"Haven't you gone to Ginny's since then?"
"That person came to my room three days ago."
"Oh."
Sahara didn't react.
"He slept with me."
"Do you think it's okay?"
Sahara's reaction made Misa anxious.
"Later, someone else came. This person also slept with me."
"Oh."
She thought Sahara would react this time, but he remained calm.
"Why are you so calm?"
Misa asked accusingly.
"An impotent man can't have sex, so this is something you'll have to leave to someone else,"
Sahara said casually.
Misa derived more sensuality from Sahara than from a healthy man, and had long forgotten that he was impotent. Sahara's attitude made Misa impatient, so she deliberately mentioned having sex with two men.
Only afterward did she regret it, wondering if she had hurt Sahara's feelings.
Sahara sipped his coffee, watching the silent Misa.
Misa felt her palms sweating. She glanced up at Sahara, then immediately looked down again.
"Coffee time's over, let's go home."
Sahara picked up the bill, stood up, signed at the counter, and walked out without looking back.
Misa hurriedly chased after him.
The elevator doors closed, leaving only the two of them inside.
"You just casually turned this into coffee time, you know you'll be punished, right?"
Sahara pulled Misa close and whispered in her ear. His breath brushed against her earlobe.
Misa got goosebumps all over.
"Don't...hate me..."
Misa finally confessed her feelings.
"I said something similar last time, so prepare for even more humiliation."
Just those words sent a burning sensation deep within Misa's womb.
Entering the room, Sahara spoke the same words as before.
"I'm going to tie you up. Take your clothes off right here."
Misa was bewildered at the thought of undressing herself in front of a man. Any other man would never have asked her to undress herself.
"Take them off for me..."
Misa's voice was almost pleading.
"Take them off yourself, and I'll put a red rope dress on you."
Sahara didn't touch Misa's body.
Misa wanted to tell Sahara that she had specially chosen her underwear so he would undress her. She wondered what Sahara would say if he saw her underwear under her skirt. In her nervousness, Misa removed her skirt and top.
The high-slit panties and garter belt, along with the bra, were a matching set. They all featured elegant embroidery and lace trim.
"Oh, beautiful lingerie."
Hearing Sahara say this, Misa was overjoyed, like a child receiving a rare compliment from their father.
She still had to take off this lingerie herself.
At Sahara's command, she stood by the bed. Sahara pulled Misa's hands behind her back and bound them with red rope, the excess rope looping around her chest and binding her breasts.
Because her hands were no longer free, she couldn't resist. Misa felt the powerlessness of being a victim. This powerlessness ignited a lustful fire she had never felt with other men.
"What were you thinking when you wore black lingerie? Seeing you in garter belts, you must be thinking of something incredibly humiliating."
Sahara lifted her face and stared at her, as if his eyes could see right through her, and Misa couldn't help but close her eyes.
The binding wasn't over yet; the rope went down along the center of her breasts.
"Spread your legs wider."
Misa didn't know Sahara's purpose, so she could only slightly part her legs.
The rope that came down passed under her crotch and around her back.
"No..."
Misa tried to squeeze her legs together, but at that moment, Sahara pulled the rope forcefully towards her back.
"Oh..."
The rope dug into her flesh. Misa tried to reduce the stimulation by standing on her tiptoes. However, the rope passing between her legs was fixed to the rope on her back.
"Don't do this... Ah... Untie it... It hurts..."
"Where does it hurt?"
"There... Ah... Take it off..."
Misa frowned involuntarily, feeling a splitting pain in her groin.
"Is it because your vulva is being rubbed? Just say your vulva hurts and ask to relax, and I'll relax it for you."
"No..."
When Sahara asked her to say such things, Misa felt as if something was stuck in her throat and she couldn't speak.
"If you won't say it, then this is the only way."
After Sahara finished speaking, he hugged the sweaty Misa in his arms and kissed her cheeks and earlobes.
As if he had specifically chosen to touch her erogenous zones, Misa's skin got goosebumps, and she felt an itch deep inside her body. When she couldn't help but twist her body, the rope between her legs dug even deeper into her flesh.
Beset by itching and pain, Misa gasped and sweated.
Sahara gently rubbed her hardened, protruding nipples with his fingers. Misa
gritted her teeth, letting out a muffled groan. Her nipples also itched; the pleasure and pain were unbearable for Misa.
"Ah…let me go. Untie the ropes there. It hurts…please…don't touch my nipples…"
Misa couldn't keep standing on tiptoe any longer, and cried out in exhaustion.
"It'll be alright if you say it. I've already told you what to say."
Sahara pinched her nipples hard.
"It hurts!"
As she screamed, the ropes dug deeper into her flesh as she strained her thighs.
"Ah…please…untie them…please loosen the ropes around my vulva…"
Misa uttered lewd words, enduring the pain, but her face was still flushed red to her ears.
"Your vulva might chafe and bleed. Come to the bed and do a doggy-style position, but use your head instead of your hands, and raise your buttocks as high as possible so I can help you relax."
Misa had no time to think. She knelt on the bed, bent her upper body, and rested her head on the bed frame.
When she raised her buttocks, the red rope would get stuck in her vulva.
Sahara untied the rope between her legs and saw that the part stuck in her vulva was already wet.
Misa breathed a sigh of relief when the rope between her legs came loose. But her vulva was both painful and itchy, and she really wanted to rub it with her hands.
"Raise it higher, like this."
Sahara hugged Misa's slender waist and lifted her up. He then spread her vulva apart to see her wet genitals and anus.
"Don't look..."
But the more Sahara looked, the more her wonderful lust burned.
Sahara tied a knot in the wet part of the red rope, then tied another knot slightly away, and then tied it again between her legs to the rope on her back.
"No!"
It was too late to twist her buttocks in refusal. The knot of the red rope fell onto the flower's core and chrysanthemum bud, making it more stimulating than before.
"The knot is looser, so the important parts won't get chafed. It will feel very comfortable in the front, but you might not be able to stand it in the back."
Sahara turned Misa's body over, looked at her expression that was about to cry, and then put her nipple in his mouth.
"Ah..."
Her nipple was even more sensitive at this moment.

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