[After-school Tutoring by a Female Teacher] Author: Unknown

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The Female Teacher's After-School Tutoring
Author: Unknown
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Chapter 1 Rape
(1)
Miho Nakajo felt a sharp pain in her left wrist. In fact, it wasn't just her wrist; her whole body ached, from
her thighs and right waist, especially her abdominal muscles, which were stiff as if twitching. This
was something that had never happened to Miho, a high school physical education teacher.
She opened her eyes hazily and stared at the ceiling above her familiar kitchen.
She had to wash away the semen in her body as soon as possible; she was thinking about this all the time, but her body
wouldn't obey her commands and she couldn't move at all. Under the rolled-up top, her beautiful nipples were exposed, and her skirt
was pulled up to her waist, revealing her delicate abdomen and pubic hair and labia.
Her legs were spread open to the left and right, and she still couldn't muster the strength to close them.
The other party was Nachi, the only son of the Takazuka family next door.
Miho's husband, Nakajo, and Nachi's father, Takazuka, were subordinates and superiors at the Kanto Bank. They
were also good chess rivals, and Takazuka often invited Nakajo to their house or came to challenge Nakajo to
chess games, enjoying it immensely.
At that time, Takazuka showed no airs of a superior at all. No! In fact, in front of Miho
, he was always so kind and approachable, like a benevolent elder like a father.
Because of this, the couple always felt inferior to them, not only because of their
matchmaker, but also because, for the thirty-year-old Nakajo, being able to live next door to Takazuka was thanks to
the financial assistance he had given them when building their small house, which Takazuka had given them without a second thought.
So if this rape were to be made public today, everything would be destroyed. Although the victim
was Miho, the other party was her own student, and his mother was the vice president of PTA, making
the matter more complicated.
The mother, Yuko, was a typical upper-class mother, enthusiastic about education. She
doted on her only son, Nachi, excessively, nagging him about his schoolwork but terribly lax in everything else.
She seemed more arrogant than usual, even
implying that Miho and her family owed her a great favor for living in such an upscale residential area, her haughty
attitude evident in her constant hints that they should be grateful.
If Yuko knew about this, she would undoubtedly speak out, especially since it was her own son;
she would certainly deny the truth. She might even say, "You seduced our Nachi."
No! She definitely would.
And Nachi wasn't exactly a diligent student. His academic performance was below average in the class; he
was practically a problem student with poor conduct.
However, perhaps still somewhat afraid of her mother, although not fully integrated into a group of delinquents,
smoking at school and skipping classes were commonplace. It was entirely predictable that she might succumb to external temptations and fall into depravity at any moment
.
If she were to tell her mother this unpleasant truth, Yuko would likely scoff and wouldn't listen
.
Miho wasn't entirely without fault either. Nachi was often
invited to their home by the couple during her holidays. But it was always Nakajo who initiated the invitations, and his unexpected enthusiasm sometimes left Miho bewildered
.
Perhaps it was out of affection for his boss's son! But in reality, every time Nachi was invited, Nakajo
was engrossed in a Go match with Mr. Takazuka, leaving Miho to attend to Nachi.
Especially since Nachi's eyes would often, intentionally or unintentionally, glance at Miho's body; she often felt
him stealing glances at her chest.
She assumed it was just a normal reaction from a developing high school student; she was used to that kind of look at school
, so she couldn't be too careless about it.
An hour earlier, unexpectedly, someone came to visit. It was Sunday, still some time before evening.
"Teacher, I have something I want to talk to you about."
He looked dejected. Miho thought she probably already knew what he wanted to say. Three days ago, Miho
had witnessed one of her high school students buy super glue in the downtown area and ride a motorcycle to the Jianzhong building in the suburbs.
Some of her colleagues might have pretended not to see it, but as a life guidance teacher,
Miho couldn't ignore it, so she called a car and followed them.
When she reached the third floor, Miho was immediately horrified by what she saw. Male and female students in uniforms were sitting
on wooden beds, blowing and exhaling through plastic bags, all looking dazed.
Among the group of young students, a few were Miho's high school students. Everyone stared blankly at the
ceiling. She then noticed that Naji was among the group.
Meanwhile, students from other schools also spotted Miho.
"Who is she? Who brought this guest?"
Many looked towards the source of the voice.
"She looks like a pretty auntie!"
"Wait, no! She's our school's PE teacher."
The speaker was Omori Junko, whose hair was dyed and made up.
"What does a PE teacher do?"
"Nakajo is the student affairs officer."
"Wow! This is serious."
"She might be suspended!"
"A week's suspension is too harsh!"
The students joked amongst themselves.
"How old is she?"
someone asked.
"What does it matter? She's beautiful, has a great figure, and a sweet voice. In our
school, one in two people drools over her every time they think about her alluring figure!"
This was said by Minamimura Shigeru, the leader of a delinquent group.
At this moment, the boys all stood up.
Miho couldn't help but shrink back in fear, after all, she was outnumbered and outmatched and could not possibly fight against this group
. So she ran downstairs in the blink of an eye.
"Please come in! I'm making tea right now."
Seeing Nachi's attitude, she opened the door.
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"Did you report what happened that day to the school?"
Nachi sat on the chair next to the dining table and shouted at Miho, who was boiling water.
"Do you want me to do that?"
"Don't joke around, I've been tossing and turning all night."
"Then... don't make the same mistake again."
"So, you're letting me off the hook this time."
"Just this once!" Miho walked back from the kitchen counter and said decisively.
Naji stuck out his tongue, his face beaming with undisguised joy, and said, "I... I've already told everyone that Teacher
is the kind of person who seems cold, but is actually very gentle, never speaks ill of others, and is a truly good person."
"Stop trying to sweet-talk me, I don't appreciate it."
"Don't be so cold, I actually have something else to say."
At that moment, Miho didn't notice that Naji had stood up.
"Teacher is truly the best person. If anyone did anything to harm Teacher at that time,
I would definitely help Teacher. I bet my life on it." Saying this, he suddenly grabbed Miho
's hand, which was holding the small stove.
Miho was startled and looked up sharply.
"Do you know why? Because I want to possess Teacher." Saying this, he used his other hand to lift Miho
's chin, pressing his lips to hers.
It happened so suddenly that Miho was momentarily stunned as she accepted his lips.
Nazhi's tongue slipped into her lips, and Miho twisted her body, but the boiling teapot in her hand
acted like handcuffs, restricting her movements.
Any rash movement would inevitably cause the scalding water to splash out. And she couldn't put it down immediately. So
Nazhi's thin lips lingered on Miho's lips for quite a while.
Finally, Nazhi released Miho's hand holding the teapot. Ignoring the danger of splashing hot water, Miho hurriedly
placed the teapot on the small stove. At that moment, Nazhi's hand forcefully wrapped around her white blouse and embraced her
buttocks.
Due to her profession, she was stronger than most women, but Nazhi's wrist strength was surprisingly strong. He
continuously kneaded her buttocks, and then, restlessly, slid his hand down from her waist, reaching under the orange-red skirt
.
Panting, Miho hurriedly pressed down the sides of her skirt. Because her back was pressed against the kitchen counter, and
her abdomen was blocked by Nachi's body, there was no room to turn around.
Nachi therefore couldn't easily roll up her skirt. So he released his hand from her chin and moved it
to her skirt.
"Ugh... Takazuka-kun..." Miho cried out to him as she exhaled. Her skirt had already been rolled
up to her inner thighs.
"Not bad... Teacher..." Nachi whispered in her ear, panting.
"No, let go..."
"What... I like you... really!"
Nachi's sincere tone ignited a glimmer of hope in Miho's heart.
"Then let go!"
"No!"
"Please let go!" Miho repeated, trying to remain calm. Quickly, Miho pulled away from Nachi
's body when he wasn't looking.
"Go home!"
"Why?" Nachi's face was contorted with grief, seemingly revealing anger.
"I'll pretend this never happened, so please go back." Miho
said, trying to lower her increasingly loud voice.
"I don't want to go back."
"You can't do that."
Their eyes met, and Miho couldn't help but breathe uneasily.
"In short... go back..." she said, trying to shake off Nachi's hand.
Just as she was about to escape, Nachi grabbed her wrist.
Perhaps if she relaxed now, the situation might change.
But Miho was also a little anxious. She involuntarily exerted force on her right wrist, so Nachi
pulled her even harder.
"No... let go..."
she tried her best to twist Nachi's hand away, but in the blink of an eye, Nachi's hand grabbed
Miho's waist as she tried to escape.
"Wait!" Nachi called out, hugging her from behind.
Because she was unexpectedly hugged from behind, Miho's body was about to fall.
"Ah..."
Miho's body slumped against Nachi, and she couldn't help but cry out.
In that moment of surprise, Nachi rolled up her skirt again. This time, even more ruthlessly,
he grabbed her upper thighs, exposing her buttocks.
Her thighs, clad in pantyhose, encased her rounded buttocks, a truly alluring sight.
Nachi grabbed Miho's hands behind her back, pulling her upper body even tighter, and ripped off her stockings and pantyhose together
.
"Ah..."
With her buttocks suddenly exposed, Miho was stunned. Being raped was no laughing matter
; protecting her life was far more important than preserving her virginity—that's what she thought.
But in those few minutes, her lower body was completely naked. And her breathing became extremely
rapid. She had unknowingly exhausted most of her strength. Perhaps it was the tension brought on by excessive fear
that had nearly drained her energy.
Nachi, who was straddling her, deftly removed the belt from her pants and ripped it open.
"Ugh...no..."
Miho cried out for help, but even so, she couldn't get help from the neighbors.
One side of her house faced the road, while the other side bordered the Takatsuka family's yard. Perhaps Nachi
would stop because of her screams.
Just as she cried out for help, the belt was wrapped around her throat, two layers, three layers...
The layers of fabric spiraled upwards, causing Miho's face to tilt upwards.
"Cough...cough..."
Miho suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe, and she coughed with tears welling up in her eyes. Her hands
were bound by a leather belt. At this moment, Naji pulled down his underwear and
slid his erect penis between Miho's legs.
"Eh!"
The burning heat and hardness made Miho's vision blur.
Still coughing slightly, she braced her hands on the edge of the bed, but Naji's legs were
tightly clamped between her left thighs. Normally, she would resist, but in this position, she was powerless to resist.
"Ugh..."
The tip of the fiery penis touched her buttocks, and Miho cried out softly, moving her body forward. Fortunately
, the position was wrong; Naji touched the area near her anus.
In her haste, Naji couldn't find the entrance. The penis hit the wall a second and third time, and Miho
's body continued to move forward.
"Ugh..."
She bumped her head against something; it was the food cabinet, and there was nowhere left to move it.
Then she took three fingers of her right hand, put them in her mouth, coated them with saliva, and smeared them between her plump, fleshy thighs.
"Ah..."
The sticky sensation made Miho shiver.
Then he touched his penis again, this time finding the entrance. Miho was very anxious, frantically twisting
her waist, which ironically showed him the correct location.
He tightly hugged her waist, which was wrapped around her rolled-up skirt, and thrust his powerful penis in.
"Oh!" Miho cried out, her head, bound by a belt, twisted in an instant.
The fiery, hot penis brutally entered her vagina, the pain as intense as when she lost her hymen assaulted
her body.
The young man's beastly lust was uncontrollable. He thrust wildly, and with
the body of his deeply admired female teacher, his excitement only intensified.
His penis, already halfway inserted, suddenly felt as if its tip had touched her cervix with a sudden force
. Miho felt an intense, steel-like discomfort, even finding it difficult to breathe.
Miho's back arched, and he began to twist his waist.
In nine years of marriage, she had never accepted a man other than her husband, yet now she was being
violated and ravaged by her student, who lived next door. Her chastity as a wife had been trampled upon, and the sudden blow
left her speechless with grief.
At that moment, the young man embraced her shoulders, brushed her hair aside, and, panting, vigorously
thrust his penis.
For him, he had never experienced such ecstasy. He felt Miho's body was as soft and sweet as her round, full buttocks
.
I've had sex with two high school girls so far, but this time feels so different. Even though her vagina
wasn't wet, her body was so warm and slippery. It was a subtle sensation I'd never experienced before.
And that wasn't all. Her hair, partially obscuring her face, exuded a captivating
scent unlike any other high school girl's—a fragrance born from expensive perfume and an air of elegance and maturity.
With each thrust of his penis, every cell in my body felt a surge of joy and exhilaration, as if it were about to
leap. He began to thrust his hips even more violently—no! His penis was now at its peak
.
I moaned loudly; her white, beautiful breasts looked so alluring, as if they were about
to melt me away.
Suddenly, I tightly embraced Miho's back, and then, with a convulsion, I ejaculated. While indulging in his fiery
desires, he twisted his waist forward two or three times, and finally, as if all his energy was exhausted, he lowered his head to Miho
's back, and his body also snuggled tightly against her.
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Soon after, Naji slowly pulled his penis out. Although he had just ejaculated,
he found it too alluring to lie face down on the female teacher's fair buttocks and the skin between her mature thighs.
Naji pulled his underwear and white pantyhose down to his ankles and took them off completely. Then
he put them in the pocket of his sports shirt, and then turned Miho's shoulders over so that her face was facing him, and he kissed her.
"I like you... teacher..."
Naji pressed his lips against hers again, and Miho, who had already relaxed, couldn't help but frown and close
her eyes tightly.
Naji kissed Miho's lips heavily. Under normal circumstances, a man who has just ejaculated
will become calm no matter what. But for the impetuous high school student, after his initial burst of energy, he calmly
began to savor the beautiful female teacher's body.
Naji's tongue swirled inside his lips, even teasing Miho's motionless tongue. He tried
to use the tongue techniques he'd learned from books, but felt incredibly clumsy.
Naji then raised his head, staring intently at Miho, before pressing his lips to hers again. He pulled her
white blouse from under her rolled-up skirt, down to her armpits. Her fair breasts were suddenly
exposed.
Naji eagerly grasped her high, firm breasts. He seemed to be testing their elasticity, staring at Miho
's face, kneading them two or three times.
"So big… is it an E-cup?"
Among the male students at school, the size of Miho's breasts was always a topic of endless discussion.
"Can I look?"
Miho turned her face away, closing her eyes. Unexpectedly, tears welled up.
He raped her first, yet he still asked her about this. She felt he was a despicable child, and at the same time,
she felt extremely ashamed that she had been violated by such a child.
Nachi's fingers touched the pubic hair below.
"No..." Miho began to stop Nachi's hand.
"Let go... teacher..." Nachi stared at Miho in a threatening tone.
"If you don't let go, I won't go back."
Miho reluctantly let go. Actually, if Nakajo returned now, both of them would be in trouble, not
just her. But the young man's reckless actions terrified Miho.
"I want to see the teacher's breasts,"
Nachi said, pushing his bra cups upwards.
"Ah!"
Miho reflexively covered her chest with both hands. Without a word, Nachi pushed her hands away, and in those few
seconds, two large breasts came into view. They looked so full and mature, and the nipples had a delicate
pink hue.
Nachi's throat gurgled, and at the same time, his hands tightly grasped both breasts. Nachi's
large hands couldn't even cover those two protruding peaks, and he pushed them upwards again, seemingly extremely happy, just
constantly kneading them.
Nachi, until now, couldn't do such things so freely. And the bust size and fullness of a high school student
couldn't compare to Miho's. No matter how he rubbed and kneaded, it felt as if it wouldn't damage, hurt, or
be rejected. There was a strange, exhilarating feeling of doing whatever he wanted, a way of so easily arousing a man's desire. This
was the first time he had truly experienced this sensation.
He traced the rounded areola to the tip of her nipple, taking it into his mouth. He brought his lips to hers, making sucking sounds, and
swirling his tongue around the nipple.
Miho's hand hung on his wrist. She slightly opened her eyes, but quickly frowned.
In the past nine years, her body had become accustomed to her husband's caresses; the touch of another man seemed to evoke both fear
and a sense of novelty.
After licking her left breast, his tongue moved to her right nipple, from the tip to the
entire areola, then down to the area below. His tongue never stopped sucking.
He caressed her breasts with the enthusiasm of a young child playing with a new toy. For Nachi
, the female body was indeed a novelty, arguably the most alluring and desirable thing in the world at that moment
.
For Miho, this was an experience she had never had before. Even though her husband, Nakajo, still loved her deeply,
for which she was grateful, it couldn't compare to Nachi's persistence and passion.
Nachi slightly raised his head; the areolas and nipples of both breasts were wet and sticky with saliva.
But he remained intensely interested in Miho's breasts, finding them endlessly alluring with each suckle
, his youthful desire almost uncontrollable.
Nachi's right hand lifted her left leg, his burning penis touching her bare lower abdomen once more.
For a moment, Miho froze. Hadn't he just ejaculated? At least Nakajo wouldn't recover so quickly.
Perhaps Nakajo had been focused on work lately, ejaculating only two or three times a month. Miho only now realized how energetic young men could be
.
She couldn't let him succeed a second time. Once could be excused as an unintentional mistake, but a second time
was unforgivable. And if there was a second time, there would definitely be a third.
"No... Takazuka-kun..." Miho used both hands to stop Nachi's movements.
"If you don't let go, I won't go back."
"Please... stop it." Miho pleaded, looking at Nachi.
"If you don't let me do it again, I'll tell Mr. Nakajo that I had sex with my teacher today."
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Really, my teacher's body is really amazing, I mean it."
"..."
If Nachi were an adult, there wouldn't be much to worry about, but the problem was that he was usually the kind of person whose emotions fluctuated wildly, which
deepened Miho's anxiety.
"What's the difference between having sex once or twice? If you let me do it again, I absolutely won't tell anyone, or
should I make today's events public?"
"No... no... absolutely..."
Miho couldn't help but shout. Even if Nakajo knew the truth, there probably wouldn't be any solution, right?
Given Nakajo's personality, he certainly wouldn't dare take any revenge on Takazuka's son, who was like a benefactor to him.
The likely outcome would be the two of them weeping in each other's arms, which is why this matter absolutely had to be kept secret
.
"Then... let go... let me make love to you."
Miho sighed deeply. If she didn't let go now, Nachi would probably force his way in.
She hadn't refused the first time, and resisting again was probably impossible. Miho felt incredibly tired. She felt
like this nightmare had lasted an eternity.
"Okay, this is the last time, okay?"
"I know..."
Impatiently, Nachi pushed Miho's hands away.
"Definitely!" Saying this, Nachi's penis began to penetrate.
"Ugh... ugh..." He began to thrust in and out of her vagina.
"Ah..."
He thrust at different angles at the entrance of her vagina, making the impact very intense.
Miho closed her eyes tightly, relaxing her body. Perhaps this would lessen the pain.
Naji released his left leg, placed his hands under Miho's armpits, and pressed against her lower abdomen, carefully gazing at
Miho's face.
The first time, he had been too hasty and finished in a daze. But now he clearly felt
that he was indeed holding Miho's body, making love with the female teacher he had long admired. And the female body
was so beautiful and sweet; he truly realized it now.
"So good... Teacher..."
Naji, propped up on his elbows, brought his lips close to hers in ecstasy. To prevent Miho from pulling away again, he quickly pressed her
hands down and pressed his lips firmly against hers, ignoring her tightly closed lips, and thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Naji held her shoulders and began to slowly sway his hips.
Naji's penis was full of youthful strength and heat, thrusting vigorously in and out of her vagina, the tip seemingly touching
her cervix. Each thrust, mixed with the mucus, made a sound. Upon hearing this, Miho's
unease intensified.
Despite her heightened emotions, Miho kept her brows tightly closed, her nails digging into the sheets as she struggled.
Nachi's movements became more intense, like paddling in water. He couldn't help but groan, like a
crazed wild beast. Nachi began to thrust vigorously, his fiery penis attacking fiercely. A wonderful
sensation traveled from his lower limbs all the way to his genitals. Perhaps because of the passion of his first time, Nachi didn't ejaculate immediately
, but instead thrust even more vigorously.
Finally, it was over—Miho breathed a sigh of relief.
Nachi, panting, stood up and straightened his shirt and pants. Unexpectedly, he took out
a small, disposable camera from his pocket and pressed the shutter button repeatedly. Looking at the stunned Miho, he revealed
a devilish smile and quickly left the scene.
Finally sitting up, Miho brushed her disheveled hair and looked around. Her underwear and pantyhose
, which should have been taken off, were nowhere to be found. Slowly standing up, she straightened her clothes, put on her skirt, and walked towards the bathroom
.

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