Mark - Taboo 4

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Everyone held their breath. Haida slumped into his chair. Haida was at his most vulnerable when Seimei was most humiliated. If Akira had the courage, he might have been able to snatch his gun. Haida's sense of danger had diminished; he sat wearily.

"Ah, Akira, here you go, I can't take it anymore!"

Chika, trying to please Haida, kept seducing Akira.

"Ah, I'm not satisfied yet..."

Seimei, nearly exhausted from Haida's humiliation, was now deliberately vying with Chika for Akira's attention. Just then, they noticed Haida seemed to have fallen asleep.

"It seems to be going smoothly. We've exhausted him with our woman's weapon. We might be looked down upon, but we'll never regret it," Seimei whispered to herself behind Chika.

"Mr. Shinbayashi, now's the perfect opportunity to take the gun!" Chika urged in a low voice.

"Wait! I need to signal Mr. Tokugawa with the lamp. I'll go get the lamp."

Afraid to make a sound, Seimei crawled like an animal to the lectern. She was only two meters from Haida's chair. Everyone watched, holding their breath. Seimei's lower body was still dripping fluid. Akira felt a pang of shame.

Seimei climbed back with the pen.

"Are you ready, Shinbayashi-sensei? I'll signal once you get the gun. Throw it out the window immediately. As long as there's no gun, Haida will be arrested."

"But is he really asleep? Let's try to see if he's faking it..."

"Maybe. But we still have to try!"

Seimei's eyes gleamed with determination. Akira bravely stood up. Seimei looked out the window; the sky was already glowing with the red light of the rising sun, making it seem like a sea of blood. She couldn't help but shiver.

Akira

approached Haida. The atmosphere was tense. (Calm down! We're all going to be saved!) Everyone prayed. Haida was sleeping with the gun clutched to him; he could reach it with a simple stretch of his hand. Akira swallowed hard and reached out.

Suddenly, eyes—(Ah, will this kill me!)—weary, frantic, bloodshot eyes stared at Akira. Akira, who had been pointing the gun, patted Haida's shoulder.

"Ah, Mr. Haida, wake up!"

Akira shook his shoulder. There was no sound. Haida jumped up from the chair, the muzzle of the gun pointed directly at Akira's left chest.

"What are you doing!?" A voice like a wild dog's teeth clenched.

"It's over. I did what you ordered, and did it with Ms. Chido—"

The gun barrel shot down into Akira's groin.

"Ah—Ooh—" Akira was in excruciating pain.

"Even if you're my brother, you're not allowed to touch me!"

Seeing Akira's miserable state, Seimei knew she couldn't make a signal, so she had to hide the light stick in her private parts again.

"Why is there still no signal? Time's almost up!"

Tokugawa sighed and looked at his watch. After contacting the various departments via wireless phone, he called Haida.

"It's almost seven o'clock, and Kuroiwa is on her way."

"Hehe, finally! I'll release a pitiful flower for you, but unfortunately, she won't have the chance to enjoy it."

The cunning and cautious Haida would only release one hostage if Kuroiwa could safely enter the classroom.

"Ah, big brother! Long time no see!"

The classroom door opened, and a burly man walked in. Covered in tattoos, like a bullfighter, he was Kuroiwa Masato.

"Brother, you've really escaped to a good place to enjoy such a delicious feast."

Looking at the scene in the classroom, Kuroiwa couldn't help but take off his pants.

"Brother, these hostages are enough for a month!"

"Haha, here we go again!"

"Thank you, which hostage do you want to release?"

"I haven't decided yet. You choose, but the teacher won't allow it. She's an expert at it!" "

Okay, let me take a closer look!"

He called Ayano, Miku, Miyuki, and Izumi to step forward, and finally chose Ayano.

"Still putting on makeup! I love lips with lipstick on, let me taste them!" He then bit Ayano's lips hard, and thrust his wet genitals into her.

"Ah..." Ayano just groaned, letting him do as he pleased.

"You're such a pretty girl!"

Kuroiwa spread Ayano's legs and attacked her relentlessly. Ayano was like a wobbly doll.

"Ah... ooh..."

Weak breaths escaped her lips. Her consciousness was blank, only feeling the pain and endless disgust in her body. Even her swaying breasts couldn't escape the demon's humiliation.

"How is it? Feeling good? Let me make it even better!"

Kuroiwa ravaged her even more. The sound of fluid flowing could be heard continuously. Kuroiwa released all the energy he had held back for a month in one go.

"Ah..." Ayano felt even her uterus being invaded. She opened her closed eyes, a faint smile appearing on her face.

"Hmph! How shameless!"

Kuroiwa pushed Ayano to the ground and frantically licked her breasts. Ayano's crotch was covered in a yellowish, turbid liquid, emitting a putrid stench.

"Do you think I'm that satisfying? You have no shame. You're free, but before that, you have to comfort my lonely heart."

Kuroiwa stretched out his long, ox-tongue-like tongue, greedily sliding it across Ayano's chest. Finally, Kuroiwa released Ayano.

"I made her eat shit, pretty good, right!" Haida sneered.

"Aki, um... I want more!" Ayano looked into the distance, calling out her boyfriend's name, reaching down to touch her genitals, smearing the fluid on her face. "What

, still eating my thing!"

Kuroiwa pulled up his pants, looking at the students cowering in a corner of the classroom.

"Who among you wants to be freed in Ayano's place?" He finished speaking with a sneer.

The students didn't want to suffer the same humiliation as Ayano, and no one dared to look up.

"You, the girl by the window!"

Everyone was startled when they saw the direction the fat, black finger pointed.

"Eh! I don't want to! I'm sorry, I meant sex... oh dear!"

The girl who was pointed at immediately blushed, her face flushed red. Rather than fear or disgust, she seemed to stand up with glee. Her bloated figure made her the worst student in the class.

"Idiot, don't misunderstand! You're not needed here." Kuroiwa stripped the fat girl naked and put her in the hallway.

"Old Kuroiwa, you're getting tougher and tougher!" Haida laughed and handed the gun to Kuroiwa.

"I'll have to rely on you next time, let me sleep for a few hours."

"Haha, for the next four hours, I'm the king of the classroom. What fun games should we play?" Kuroiwa looked around the classroom with dissatisfaction.

"It's all obstacles, it's boring."

He scratched his head, paced back and forth, and suddenly shouted at the blackboard.

"I've got it! Ming, you're my brother, come and find him!"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed Ming's neck with both hands. Compared to the cold, cautious, and calculating Haida, Kuroiwa was a very emotional and impulsive man.

"From where? This—"

Akira managed to squeeze out these words, his mouth clenched tightly. Kuroiwa was more easily provoked than Haida, and even more difficult to deal with.

"The school has a sports storage room with jump ropes and balls. What do you want to play?"

The tightly clenched hands finally loosened, this time with an attack on the chest.

"Here comes the softball, next is dodgeball..."

After a flurry of punches and kicks, Akira collapsed onto the pile of students.

"Brother, pull yourself together!"

"Mr. Kuroiwa, I'll take this student to get the ball!"

"Take whoever you want, just don't try anything funny, or don't blame me for disregarding our brotherhood."

Kuroiwa held up his gun, watching Akira and Miku leave. Akira and Miku silently walked together to the gym to move the equipment. After putting the ball in the cage, the two knelt weakly on the mat.

"Brother..." Unable to bear the silence any longer, Miku spoke first.

(Are you trying to escape? Betray everyone, and run away to a faraway place?) Akira was afraid to hear what was to come, and he stared stiffly at Miku. But he never expected Miku to say such a thing.

"Hold me..."

"Ew!"

Tears welled up in Miku's big eyes.

"I want you to hold me, please!"

He felt dizzy and shocked.

"I'll definitely be violated when I get back to the classroom! I don't want my first time to be taken by Haida or Kuroiwa! I don't want to!" Tears streamed down her face; this was Miku's inner voice.

"I want to give it to my brother! I'm not just thinking this now; it's always been my wish." Miku's pale face flushed red at these words.

"Miku!" Akira stroked Miku's hair, kissing her tear-streaked cheeks passionately.

"I... I'm happy, but I also feel embarrassed!"

"Huh?"

"A man who makes a girl say that is the worst! I've always liked Miku, and I don't want to give you to anyone else!"

The two embraced tightly.

"Ah, brother—I'm so happy!"

Miku offered her lips. Although they weren't related by blood, they suppressed their passion because of their brother-sister relationship.

"If those two beasts violate you, I'll hit them with a shot put!"

Taking off her clothes and underwear, Miku's naked body was like an angel's. Akira held her small, firm breasts in his hands, licking her jewel-like skin with his tongue.

"Ah, no! Don't keep looking at Miku's..."

Akira gently kissed her private parts with his tongue.

"Ah, if I don't hurry back, Kuroiwa will definitely scold me. So I want to quickly become one with you, brother!"

There was indeed no time to waste. (But, this is Miku's first time!) Akira gently teased Miku's private parts with his fingers, then licked them with his tongue.

"Ah, I can't take it!"

Akira gently teased until it became engorged and flowed with fluid, then he kissed it with his loving lips.

"Ah..."

Her mouth was filled with a sweet and sour taste. He stretched out his tongue, searching for her hymen.

"Thank you, Miku, we'll never be apart again!"

He opened her knees and penetrated her body with his erect penis.

"Ah..."

"It hurts, brother!" Miku gripped Akira's back tightly with both hands.

"Ah, it's so hot! From now on, we're one..." In an

accident, the two separated.

"Miku, are you alright?"

"Yeah, really—"

Trembling with pain, Miku buried her face in Akira's chest. She felt a warm sensation in her lower body; she was bleeding. The two joined together more passionately.

"Miku, I'm a bad older brother, making you hurt but I don't want to leave." Akira became even more passionate.

"Ah—it's okay, it doesn't hurt so much anymore!" Miku smiled through her tears.

"It's almost over, I'll never forget this moment."

Miku was filled with joy.

"Ah, it hurts! Don't be shy! I like this feeling!"

Akira made one last attempt, his hips swaying even more. White fluid dripped from Miku's lower abdomen onto her breasts and neck. Of course, Miku felt satisfied, but she still thought about being bullied by Kuroiwa when she got back to the classroom.

"Why did it take you so long?"

When Akira and Miku carried their things back to the classroom, Kuroiwa had Ayano tied naked to a chair and was simultaneously assaulting the naked Miyuki.

"Sorry! I didn't know what to get, so I delayed a bit!"

"You kept me waiting so bored! I had to find someone to vent on."

Kuroiwa grabbed Miyuki's hair and ordered her to suck his genitals.

"Suck, suck, suck!"

"Isn't my thing cute!"

Kuroiwa was a typical sadist. He forcefully tilted Miyuki's head back and ejaculated into her face.

"Ugh!" Miyuki's mouth and nose were filled with foul-smelling fluid.

"Not enough training. In two or three days, I'll train you to drink it all. Hahaha!"

Kuroiwa's behavior was completely different from Haida's. As soon as he released a handful of poison, he would find a new target.

"Hey, come here!"

"Me!?"

He pointed to the pale-faced Chika.

"Your snow-white skin is perfect for ropes. Akira, tie her up naked with ropes!"

Kuroiwa took four jump ropes from the basket and threw them to Akira. Since Seimei's plan failed, Chika had lost the strength to act seductively and reverted to her original shyness.

"Spare me, Shinbayashi-sensei!" she pleaded, staring at Akira with shy eyes.

But Akira was only interested in pleasing Kuroiwa. (If I were to act casually, he might just lay his hands on Miku.) I have to protect my sister who has given herself to me, so I have to sacrifice Chika for Miku. Akira made a ruthless decision, tightly binding four jump ropes around Chika's tender skin.

"Akira, I really..." Chika whispered as her legs, bound in an M-shape, reached her genitals.

But Kuroiwa's disdainful laughter immediately rang out behind her, and Chika, unable to express her feelings to Akira, had to shut her mouth.

"Do you know why you're tied up?" Kuroiwa pushed Akira away and pulled hard on the rope between her legs.

"Ahhh!" The rope hurt Chika's genitals.

"Because you exposed your private parts, you've committed the crime of public indecency. You're a criminal, so you have to be punished like this, understand? Hahaha!" Kuroiwa grabbed the rope and lifted Chika up, swinging her around.

"Ah... please spare me! This friction hurts!"

"Hmph, I'll spare you, huh? Unless you confess and say, 'My buttocks are obscene, violated by many men, I hate them, so I have to be violated.'"

The rope rubbed against her delicate skin.

"Ah..." Reason had long since vanished, and Chika screamed in despair. Her skin broke, and blood spurted out.

"I admit it. My buttocks are obscene! So, please spare me!" Her beautiful face was covered in tears and snot.

"I can't live without men. Ah... I'm a slut... please punish this obscene woman!"

The hand swinging the rope finally stopped.

"Hmph, the noble lady has finally admitted that she is a slut ￣" Kuroiwa happily licked the bloodstains on the rope with his tongue, binding Chika like an animal.

"Ah Ming, how are you going to punish this slut? Use the props we brought back from the gym, that'll be more fun!"

Chika nodded to the hesitant Akira, tears welling in her eyes. Chika's eyes said she'd rather be bullied by Akira than humiliated by Kuroiwa.

When Akira went to get something, Kuroiwa had said he could get something like a jump rope or a relay baton. Jump ropes are for tying people up, so the next prop would be a relay baton. (Choosing a relay baton would definitely satisfy Kuroiwa's sadistic desires!) Akira chose a relay baton made of synthetic resin.

"Hehehe, what can something so long and thick do?" Although his words were mocking, Kuroiwa's expression was one of satisfaction.

Akira didn't answer, only looking at Chika's torn genitals.

"Ah... ooh ooh ooh..." Her buttocks swayed from side to side, her small anus contracting.

"I'm sorry! Teacher Chidou..." Akira inserted the relay baton into the soft mucous membrane opening.

"Ahhhhhh... It's too thick! Ahhhhh!" The mucous membrane twitched.

"Don't scream! Don't squeeze the hole!"

Kuroiwa took a blue relay baton. He inserted it into Chika's anus.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

This was unimaginable excruciating pain. Chika's body stiffened like a stone, and soon she lost consciousness, completely exhausted. She never imagined that the blue relay baton could be inserted so deeply.

"Let me play with that one too!" Kuroiwa snatched the red relay baton from Akira's hand and thrust it straight into the vaginal opening.

"Hehe! Akira, do you know? You can play a balloon blowing game with this!"

It turned out that the relay baton had another purpose, not just for insertion. Kuroiwa pressed Akira down wickedly. He covered the opening of the baton with his hand to prevent air from escaping, his eyes gleaming with a lewd light. All the students were watching Chika. Kuroiwa pulled the red baton out in one gulp.

"Ahhh!" Chika felt as if her mucous membranes and uterus were about to detach together; it was an extremely spectacular and shameless bursting sound. Air from her lower abdomen sprayed out of her vagina.

"Ah, I hate it!" The sound couldn't be stopped, and Chika's whole body turned red from the shameful sound.

"Hehehe! The teacher farted, it sounded like a commando's horn."

Even the mockery couldn't stop the sound from leaking out. Chika was mortified.

"I can't stand it! The classroom is full of the smell of farts, it stinks!"

Kuroiwa pinched his nose and ordered Akira to blow air into the blue relay baton at Chika's anus.

"Girls, you can take turns blowing air too!"

He didn't even spare the students. Chika just stared blankly at the crazy man's behavior.

"Ah, I overslept!" Haida, who had been asleep for a long time, finally woke up.

"Is everything alright?"

"It's just that some girls have gone bad, nothing else."

Haida had slept for too long, which allowed Kuroiwa to indulge in his sadistic tendencies.

"Don't let your guard down. Turn on the TV and see what the police are doing!" With that, a worried Kuroiwa quickly turned on the TV.

"The above is the account of Haida's series of violent murders of women; next, we'll review his childhood."

Narrating Haida's criminal record was done by renowned reporter Oyagi Aki. When Haida was in third grade, his parents divorced, and his once-excellent grades suddenly plummeted. He frequently caused trouble at school or near his home, and now they questioned witnesses by phone or VTR.

"Hmph! Reporting on my past, how interesting! Don't turn off the TV, watch it all!"

Aki suddenly shouted at Haida.

"I've already said it many times. If you're watching TV now, Mr. Haida, please call into the program." "

The student's parents and the entire nation are very worried about his safety. Please let us check on him through the footage." "

Hida's small eyes gleamed, and he snorted with delight, 'Hehe, how interesting! So curious about other people's misfortunes. I'll let all the hypocrites in the country hear the energetic voices of these wild girls!'

Hida designated Miku to make the call.

'Tell her exactly what I wrote on the blackboard, word for word. Do as I say, or neither you nor Amin will live!' He took the cell phone and dialed the number on the screen. Aki's voice came from the other end.

'Hello, hello! This is Oyagi from FTTV. Is this the fugitive Hida?'

'I, I—'

Miku sat in the chair, and under the threat of Hida's gun, she put one hand inside her underwear.

'Ah, it's a student from St. Marianne!'

'Y-yes!'

'Did Hida order you to make the call? Is everyone alright?'

Aki hadn't expected the call to actually happen, and the studio was already in an uproar.

'Don't dawdle!'

Hida wrote on the blackboard and tapped it with chalk, urging Miku to speak quickly."

"I... I'm talking to you while touching my genitals."

Miku shyly read the obscene words on the blackboard. Aki looked like she was about to faint on the screen.

"Hehehe, that woman is so slutty, I really want her to see what my thing feels like."

Kuroiwa watched TV happily. But Haida wrote even more vulgar words. Miku read them, fiddling with her private parts with one hand, her voice trembling.

"Sister, do you like masturbating? I really like it, I can't go a day without it."

"Yesterday Mr. Haida's thing entered my body, I was so happy!"

Such explicit words made Aki look embarrassed.

"But I haven't done it today... I'm so lonely!"

A piece of paper was passed to her on the screen, and Aki regained her composure and read it.

"Ah, I don't know the current situation! I'm sorry! Can I know your name?"

But Haida wrote it down again.

"What shape is your thing? What color is it?"

Aki pretended to be calm and continued reading the manuscript in her hand, as if she hadn't heard what Miku was saying. Miku kept asking disgusting questions. Kuroiwa couldn't help but laugh, slapping the TV screen.

"Hehehe, everyone's waiting to see your past, just confess!"

Seeing Aki not answer her questions, Miku's usual goodwill towards her cooled considerably.

"Tell me quickly—or I'll be killed!"

"Ah, what's your name?"

Not answering questions, and constantly asking for the name of the abused victim, where was the media's human rights and ethics?

"Miku, say these things, strip off that hypocritical woman's mask."

Miku read aloud. "Mr. Haida and I were watching TV, his gun was pressed against my genitals, if my sister doesn't come, I'll die."

Aki looked at her colleague with a confused expression, ignoring Miku's cries, and spoke to the screen. "

Someone is calling in the name of a student of St. Marianne. We cannot confirm its authenticity at this time; it may be a prank call, so we will now proceed with commercials. Some things in the program are inappropriate to broadcast; please forgive us."

Suddenly, a 'bang' was heard. Another. Through the phone, the student's cries could be heard.

"Ah, was she really killed? Was it because of me?"

"Aki forgot to mute the microphone, you can hear her screaming."

"Commercial break! Aki, ask what's wrong on the phone! Hurry!"

Faced with her partner's shouts, Aki finally spoke to the screen.

"Hey, hey, classmate! Is the student from earlier alright? Hey, hey, can you hear me?"

Haida snatched Miku's cell phone.

"This is Haida, this isn't a prank call."

"Ah, hey, hey, are you really Haida? Haida Shigeo?"

"No, Shigeo, it's Shigeyoshi! Your dismissive attitude is going to kill you. Right now, if you masturbate in front of the TV, you can save two girls' lives. Otherwise, you're a murderer just like me." "

Th-this..."

"Is yours more important? Or are lives more important?" "

No. I'm not sure if this call is real or fake."

"Heh, heh, then come on over!"

"Huh?"

"Whether I'm Haida or not, whether the students died because of you, you'll find out when you come. This is a special report, guaranteed to skyrocket the ratings. If you want to report it, it'll be just you and the cameraman!" After saying that, Haida immediately hung up the phone.

The evening sunset, a crimson hue like an ominous sign, heightened the tension among the police convoy gathered on campus.

"Should we release the hostages?"

"No, maybe Haida will come out and surrender."

The cameras buzzed again. The crowd surged forward. Two naked girls were being led out like dogs. It was Miku and Izumi, being led by Haida and Akira.

Haida whipped their buttocks with a rope, scoffing, "Akira's dog sister, raise your head so everyone can see!" He then lashed out again.

"Why did you bring us here?"

"To breathe some fresh air! To walk the dogs!"

"Haida, by 1 a.m. tonight, do you have any final requests? These students' physical strength and health are questionable!" Tokugawa tried to lower himself, speaking gently.

"Final requests? Heh, I'll let you in here to die sooner rather than later!"

Haida was a thug on the verge of madness and death.

"So you're taking hostages, you must have some demands, right?"

"Give me 1 billion yen, and a helicopter for escape."

"That might take some time, tomorrow's too rushed."

"Fine, forget it then, get out of the way, don't get in my way while I'm walking my dog!"

Tokugawa stepped aside, and the media swarmed forward.

"Haida, what's your real intention?"

"A challenge to power?"

"Are you even human, torturing students like this?"

Questions and insults rose and fell.

"Girls, why do you willingly suffer without resisting?"

"Did anyone die in the classroom?"

The reporters turned to ask Izumi and Miku.

"Stop nagging, get out of the way!" Haida shouted angrily, and the reporters fell silent.

"But we have the right to know!" the two young reporters, fresh out of school, retorted.

"You were excited to see naked girls, weren't you!"

Haida mocked, and the young reporters blushed.

"Who's like you!" the reporter next door retorted defiantly.

"We're not like you, you beasts. We're normal people, release these two girls now!"

"Come on, you hypocrites, your reports are so realistic!"

Haida ordered Miku and Izumi, "You dog slaves, lick those two's...!"

Haida yelled at the mobile unit that was about to make a move, "If you move, I'll kill all the students in the classroom with the slightest flick of my finger!"

No one dared to move, and the surroundings were silent. Miku and Izumi knelt in front of the reporters and took out their...things from their pants.

"Reporters, take pictures quickly, this is a live broadcast! Rational society is liberated by the mournful beauty, this is true humanity!"

They wanted to resist, but the girl's soft lips were irresistible. They kept swaying their bodies, looking very satisfied.

"You two idiots, have you forgotten what you learned in class? Quickly suck out these two's filthy semen!"

"Haha, the whole nation will be thrilled!"

After saying that, he pulled the rope again, and Izumi and Miku let out a soft moan, their lips and tongues wriggling as if in a competition. The two sucked desperately. Izumi used her full lips to rub the man's genitals up and down, and through the camera lens, you could see the cute lips moving around the man's genitals.

"Ah..."

The reporter who was first with Miku reached her climax.

"Ah..."

Thump thump thump, the liquid in her mouth sprayed onto Miku's face.

"Oh..."

Her small mouth couldn't hold much, and Izumi spat out a thick yellow fluid.

"You are lucky people, to be served like this by two beautiful girls, and it's being broadcast nationwide. You became famous without any effort. There must be a lot of people vying to interview you, hahaha!"

Haida took out business cards from the two reporters' pockets and loudly read out their names and company names into the camera.

"Amin, that's enough for today's walk, let's go home!"

"Ah, yes..."

"Idiot, a dog needs to go to the toilet. Come on, go to the camera and pee like a dog, lifting one leg up!"

Izumi even barked like a dog, cooperating wholeheartedly.

"Good girl, after inserting forty pencils, your menstrual blood must have dried up by now!"

So she supported herself with her hands and lifted one leg up in front of the camera. The screen showed her split genitals.

"Fellow countrymen, look, are your pants wet too? Hahaha!"

"Woof woof..."

"Okay, everyone's going crazy for you!"

Her pitiful genitals trembled, and the flashbulbs kept flashing at them.

"Amin, your Miku, go to the camera over there!"

"Woof woof..."

Before she could wipe the semen off her face, Miku's buttocks were facing the camera.

"Ugh ugh..."

Suddenly, her anus expanded like a flower blooming. Everyone was filming frantically, for the sake of ratings.

"Amin, if it doesn't come out, try to pry it out with your finger!"

Upon hearing this, Miku's anus suddenly opened.

"Ah!"

A bunch of hard objects appeared on the screen.

"Hehe, it's dog poop. The owner has to take it home and clean it up, you know?"

Ming had no choice but to carry Wei Jiu's excrement back, which was still warm.

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