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Ishiguro Bunzo was stripping Yamaha Hiromi's clothes. After looking at her body, he quickly took off his own clothes as well. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Ishiguro's eyes, red and intoxicated, stared at Hiromi. He clearly saw the body of the twenty-four-year-old beautiful teacher, her sensual beauty, and Ishiguro felt a strange sensation. Ishiguro's face flushed with excitement. That evening, at a farewell party for his fellow teachers, Ishiguro was also present. When no one was looking, he slipped a drug into Hiromi's drink. It was a secret Chinese anesthetic. Hiromi, at the party, insisted on not thinking too much. If Ishiguro pretended to persuade her to drink this last cup, his scheme would succeed.
Hiromi left the banquet and was walking down the corridor when Ishiguro followed her. Hiromi's elegant eyes were also red from the alcohol, and her chest was heaving. Yumi felt a little unwell, so she left her seat to go to the dressing room. She felt strange walking, and with each step, she leaned against the wall. She wondered, "Did I drink too much today? How could I be so drunk?" Just as she thought this, she collapsed. Ishiguro quickly approached Yumi's body, his hand on her shoulder. Yumi lost consciousness and slumped against Ishiguro's wrist. The sweet scent of lotion and her soft flesh stimulated Ishiguro. Ishiguro, holding Yumi, deliberately left the farewell party venue. Yumi was unconscious, but she had a hazy feeling, as if her feet were off the ground, as if she were floating on clouds.
Holding Yumi, Ishiguro's eyes were fixed on Yumi's feet, clad in a pure white dress. They were a pair of well-proportioned, beautifully sculpted legs. Ishiguro carried the unconscious Yumi into another room. He laid her down on the bed, looking down at Yumi's drunken state, her flushed face incredibly beautiful. Without hesitation, he unbuttoned her clothes, removed her stockings, and busied himself so much that he stripped Yumi naked in no time. He tossed her silk dress on the ground, his eyes fixed on her breasts rising and falling with her breath, and finally removed her white bra. Her high, mountain-like buttocks, combined with her serpentine waist, resembled an inverted gourd, and her tucked-in navel was accentuated by their beauty. Her skin, white with a rosy glow, was practically flawless.
His eyes were fixed on her, almost drooling, and he quickly stripped himself naked. Ishiguro opened his thick, fleshy lips, sprayed perfume into them, and licked his lips. He was drooling with desire at the sight of her. Yumi seemed to be asleep, her eyelashes closed, her breasts rising and falling rhythmically. Ishiguro buried his face in Yumi's shoulder. His tongue caressed her shoulders, then licked her cheeks like a delicious meal; her snow-white skin was covered in Ishiguro's saliva. Ishiguro saw Yumi's sculpted body, his heart pounding. His mouth was dry, his eyes glazed over, like a woman in a trance, driven mad. Ishiguro buried his face in her chest, first caressing the valley between Yumi's two breasts. One hand cupped her white, full breasts, kneading them, his fingertips rubbing her nipples, which swayed wildly. Her breasts, full and elastic, began to react in Ishiguro's hands.
He grinned lewdly, his gaze shifting to her lower body, looking down her thighs and erogenous zones, his hand gently stroking them. He boldly caressed her, his hand tracing her groin, touching her skin, caressing her pink, mysterious parts. Her body could not withstand such teasing from a man; in her drowsy state, Yumi unconsciously let out intermittent moans. Ishiguro licked his flushed cheeks, his tongue reaching for his sensitive ears. He bit his ear, his tongue probing inside, sucking and licking, blowing his wild breath into his ear, the tip of his tongue scratching at the ear canal. Yumi's body twitched. Yumi felt a wave of dizziness; her shoulders and ears felt so wet! She didn't know when, but another unpleasant smell stirred against her skin. She felt her breathing quicken, a strange pressure pressing on her chest, feeling her breasts being forcefully kneaded. (Ah~. What's wrong with me?::::)
Yumi's mind was a blur, a feeling of unease washing over her. Her lower body felt cool. She felt fingertips caressing her inner thighs, fingers pricking at her genitals, fingers roaming over sensitive areas of her body. Meanwhile, Yumi also felt a strange sound coming from her ear canal, warm breath blowing into it like a breeze. An unpleasant feeling enveloped her entire body. She squinted, sensing the dim room with a small lamp floating overhead. She moved, feeling a cool sensation all over her body, and uneasily opened her eyes, beginning to look around. Her beautiful pupils suddenly widened in surprise, a wave of shame making her blush.
She heard the chaotic breathing sounds again beside her ear, feeling uneasy. Turning her head, she saw something that shocked her. A naked man was kneading her breast with one hand, his head resting between her legs, his tongue licking her toes. Yumi looked at the man's face, feeling a surge of intense anger in her chest. Her body had been ravaged, and this man was none other than the Dean of Students: Ishiguro Bunzo. "Ah! What are you doing, Dean of Students!" Yumi cried out. "Oh! You're awake. You know, you were completely drunk." Ishiguro, with a lewd expression, caressed Yumi with affection, one hand combing her long black hair, speaking calmly. His other hand groped her waist, passionately caressing her pink genitals. Yumi's lower body exuded a rich, irresistible fragrance. "No! Stop touching me!"
Ishiguro's hand pinned Yumi down as she tried to escape, struggling with all her might. The man's hand, which she loathed, touched her boneless flesh. You: What's wrong with me? (Is this a hotel? Why am I here? Am I not going to escape?) Yumi cried anxiously. Oh dear! Don't you remember? You left the farewell party and then collapsed in the corridor. I brought you here. Upon hearing this, Yumi felt utterly desperate. She sobbed and resisted. Who could help her? Where were her fellow teachers? Ishiguro leaned against her lower body, his eyes searching her naked body. Yumi calmly observed her surroundings, trying to find a way to escape. Seeing the clothes scattered in the corner, and Ishiguro's clothes, Yumi grew angrier and angrier, her anger rising once again. "
Where are my clothes? Why are you taking off my clothes? You're so rude! Let me go right now, please!" A smile played on Ishiguro's lips as he gazed at her soft, white skin with bloodshot eyes. "Ah!" Yumi cried, her body numb. Ishiguro's hand played with her genitals, reaching for her secret, hair-covered area. "Ah!" "No! No! You filthy man!" Ishiguro's fingertips rubbed against her vulva, and Yumi whimpered. Ishiguro's hand pinned down her flailing limbs, rendering her immobile. "Ah!" "Don't treat me like this!" "Shh! Shh! Be good!" She looked at the man before her, feeling utterly humiliated. Large tears welled in Yumi's clear, beautiful eyes. Yumi's weeping fueled Ishiguro's sadistic lust. His hand once again invaded her inner thighs, his fingers exploring Yumi's vulva. He moved closer, stroking her forcefully.
"Don't cry! It won't feel scary, it will make you feel good." Ishiguro's voice rang in her ears, whispering like a cat's, soothing her. Yumi felt nauseous, her body trembling. Ishiguro slowly played with his hands. His fingertips pressed against her split vulva, kneading the flesh, sometimes turning back, above the crack, moving towards the clitoris, beginning to stab. Ishiguro had long planned how to attack Yumi's mature body, he completely ignored Yumi's cries and pleas. "No! No! No!" Yumi cried out loudly, and beautiful music resounded in Ishiguro's heart, reaching his ears. Ishiguro's fingers, on Yumi's most shameful part, touching the cracked area, stroked up and down, seeing that Yumi's lower body was wet. "Feels really good, doesn't it? Yamaha-sensei!" Yumi blushed, repeatedly saying "No!" Her head was shaking. "What do you mean 'no'? Is that so? Don't you want to have some fun?" Ishiguro said, his mind clouded by desire.
Yumi's head shook incessantly, her pearly skin glowing with a white firelight, her breasts bouncing with each movement. Ishiguro, his gaze fixed on Yumi's breasts, looked down at his lower body. He once again placed his hand on them, wanting to feel their firm, elasticity. Ishiguro hesitated for a moment, then touched her genitals and pushed his middle finger inside. Yumi, enraged and ashamed, cried out, "No! No, don't touch me anymore!" "Ha! Don't touch there!" Ishiguro kneaded Yumi's breasts, his heart burning with desire as he caressed them. The full, mature breasts, so soft, made Ishiguro exclaim, "Ah! What soft breasts! My hands are captivated by you, I can't put them down!" He spoke as he kneaded her breasts with his demonic hand, and Yumi cried out violently. Ishiguro began to touch her shoulders. "Who is it?!" "Who can help me!" Yumi cried out helplessly, as if she had been forced to the edge of a cliff, facing certain death. "Ah! You're only twenty-four! Every man knows how captivating and beautiful you are! I'm intoxicated by you too.
" Ishiguro stripped off her clothes and began to violate her naked body. It turned out that this god-like dean of students had revealed his beastly nature. "Hehe... You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Ishiguro grabbed Yumi's wrist as she cried. Looking at Yumi, whose long hair was disheveled on her white back, her shoulders trembling, Ishiguro looked at this alluring body, the beauty of being abused, and his excitement grew stronger, his genitals began to swell. His hands parted the black hair and caressed Yumi's pale back. Yumi groaned in despair, and Ishiguro brought his nose close to her body, taking a deep breath and inhaling her fragrance. "Ah! So fragrant! Yamaha-sensei, your body smells so good!" Ishiguro's eyes were fixed on her breasts. Yumi's body was numb and unable to move, listening to Ishiguro's lewd tone. "Despicable male educator:..."
Yumi bit her lip in hatred, drawing a few drops of blood. She felt she could no longer resist. Ishiguro looked at Yumi's lewd breasts, her swollen breasts, like small hills of flesh, her pale pink nipples trembling slightly. "Ah... So beautiful, my cock is so hard!" "Mr. Yamaha." Ishiguro's expression was one of ecstasy. Ishiguro reached out his demonic hands, lovingly kneading her beautiful flesh, gently sweeping his gaze over her entire body. His strong hands again kneaded her pale pink nipples, his fingertips teasing them, the nipples hardening and erect under the caress. Ishiguro buried his face in her chest, blowing on her nipples, while his other hand thoroughly fondled her other breast. She couldn't bear the sight of this despicable man sucking on her breasts; it felt utterly disgusting, and Yumi sobbed intermittently.
Ishiguro alternately sucked and licked Yumi's breasts. The glistening saliva reflected on her snow-white, luscious breasts. His tongue licked her nipples, making sucking sounds, and Yumi cried out in shame. His penis penetrated deep into her body, attacking fiercely, desperately kneading her breasts. He violently assaulted her vagina, manipulating Yumi's senses, and Ishiguro's inner voice roared with laughter. His face was buried in her breasts, relentlessly thrusting his penis into her genitals. Her face flushed red, tears and sweat mingled on her skin, her black hair disheveled, and she continued to weep. Ishiguro's lewd body clung to hers. "So good! Yamaha-sensei, let me hold you tighter." He looked at the sorrowful Yumi, her beautiful face, and Ishiguro whispered. Those thick lips drew near to Yumi's, but she tightly closed her own lips, turning her face away in a stubborn resistance. Ahh! Why me? This man is so filthy! I wish I could die right now! A wave of despair washed over Yumi as she recalled the farewell party.
Yumi Yamaha left Tokyo to become an English teacher at Seimei Academy in N City. A year passed quickly. That evening, personnel changes were decided, and a farewell party was held at a restaurant to bid farewell to Yumi, who had been transferred to Harue Academy by Sakaguchi Harue. During that year, she had gotten along very well with her colleagues and teachers. Because of her beauty, many people toasted her. At the farewell party, Yumi's seatmate was the Dean of Studies, Ishiguro Bunzo. Ishiguro Bunzo often used violence to subdue women, and he coveted Yumi's beauty. Recently, he had been subtly revealing his ambition to conquer her. He was a bald, old man, always with a smile on his lips, well over fifty. His eyes, like those of a ferocious beast, shone with a sharp light. Yumi felt an intense aversion to him the moment she saw him. At the table, Ishiguro, watching the male teacher fawn over Yumi, was filled with jealousy; they were drinking cup after cup. Yumi's posture was graceful; every man who saw her was intoxicated.
After an hour, Yumi stood up to leave, and Ishiguro unexpectedly offered her a drink—definitely her last. Actually, Yumi didn't want to drink anymore, but since it was the last, she complied. With a graceful smile, she tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp, then said goodbye to her fellow teachers and walked down the corridor. She reached the courtyard, gazing at the full moon, and felt a powerful wave of intoxication wash over her. (Am I really drunk? ::::) She was astonished by the changes in her body. She frowned, leaned against a pillar, her body numb, and her consciousness gradually faded. ::::
Ah! "What's wrong, Mr. Yamaha!" A man's voice came from behind. At this moment, Yumi also lost consciousness. "Ah: You despicable man, taking advantage of my vulnerability, how hateful!" Yumi realized that he had an ulterior motive, and could only weep. "Ah! Mr. Yamaha, I've loved you since I first saw you. Look! Your beautiful eyes, your beautiful body, I'm very interested in them." He lay on top of Yumi, murmuring. His hairy hand touched Yumi's snow-white skin. At this moment, Yumi could no longer hold back. Yumi cried out in distress as Ishiguro, holding Nanbang Guo, was about to penetrate between her legs. Yumi desperately squeezed her legs together. "Ah ah:"
Her face was turned upwards, desperately resisting, Yumi cried fiercely. Shame and humiliation enveloped Yumi. Ishiguro pulled her panties down to her feet, then forcefully pulled them down. At this moment, Yamaha Hiromi was completely naked, revealing her thick, bushy pubic hair. Ishiguro felt a sense of triumphant conquest. Ah! I see it, Yamaha-sensei. Hiromi's secret part was wet. Ishiguro touched that beautiful, mysterious part, his fingers pressing against the sweet flesh, inserting into the thin membrane inside. Her pale pink virgin labia were revealed; she had little sexual experience, and Ishiguro's heart pounded with excitement. Sweet, lustful fluid flowed from the soft labia, warmly clinging to Ishiguro's fingertips. Hiromi moved her head, resisting incessantly. Suddenly, his fingers pierced her wet, cracked opening, digging deep into her garden. Then Ishiguro pulled down his pants, grasping his engorged, enormous penis, and approached Hiromi's body. Hiromi looked at him; Ishiguro's bloodshot eyes and lewd face filled her with disgust and terror. Ah! Where can I escape to?
Yumi was in despair. Her black and white eyes held a look of certain death. Her numb body couldn't move, and she kept crying out, "No! Help! Who can help me?" The numbing drug from Ishiguro had taken effect, and Yumi cried out for help. She watched as that ugly penis pressed against her gaping, wet vagina. Yumi loathed the man's penis, which hurt her vagina. Besides crying for help, she used her last strength to try to escape. Her legs wouldn't move, her upper body swayed violently from side to side. Ishiguro forcefully pressed Yumi's body down, his black hair plastered to her cheeks. She felt unable to think; numbness assaulted her brain, and Yumi had lost the ability to resist. She could only watch helplessly as Ishiguro's engorged penis plunged deep into her body. Instantly, Yumi let out a violent, desperate groan. The soft, moist labia were parted, and the hard, engorged tip of his penis penetrated the inner membrane of Yumi's vaginal walls. Ishiguro felt an intense pleasure; large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. He slowly moved his penis, savoring the woman's vaginal opening. Yumi's vaginal opening was breached; the virgin's walls were closed, and Ishiguro thrust in, feeling the narrow cavity. His erect penis penetrated deep into the pitiful layers of flesh.
"Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much!" The man's penis attacked, Ishiguro's savage flesh thrusting in, the intense pain causing Yumi's head to sway from side to side, her black hair whipping wildly. "Help! Is anyone there?!" Her body felt like it was being torn apart, unbearable, Yumi screamed and cried loudly. Ishiguro covered her mouth with his hand. Ishiguro moved and thrust anxiously, the tip of his huge penis penetrating first, while most of it remained outside her body. "Ah! She's a virgin! Hehe! That's great!" Ishiguro felt fantastic, his waist moving vigorously. When the penis entered Yumi's vagina... a lewd panting sound came, Sakaguchi Harue stood pale and blank outside the room.
Two days later, in the office of the dean of studies at Seimei Academy, the sounds of Yamaha-sensei and Ishiguro Bunzo making love could be heard. The air in the school during winter break was thick with tension. That day, she wore a dark blue suit and white underwear; not only that, but her bra, pantyhose, and briefs were all removed. His fingers tapped at her already erect nipples, an indescribable pleasure flowing through her body like a river. His hand moved from the base of her vulva, his fingers pressing and rubbing her clitoris, a numbing pleasure reaching her mouth. Two fingers easily entered the depths of her pink, honeyed opening. A beastly groan escaped from deep within her throat: Ah! Ah!
Seeing that she didn't resist, Ishiguro began to play with her breasts. Seeing her round, white breasts and her small vulva, his fingers teased her labia, his penis unable to resist the temptation, erect. That night, Sakaguchi Harue went to the police station to report the incident, while Ishiguro had considerable backing, allowing him to freely play with other women. This was also the reason for Sakaguchi Harue's transfer, as he was the only witness. Shiguro wiped the sweat from his bald head, a habitual smile spreading across his lips. He took a deep breath and said, "Ah! It's so beautiful." He thrust Nanbang Guo into her fleshy lips, his hips moving rhythmically. His lewd gaze swept over Yumi's body, her mature, devilish figure at twenty-four years old, fully reflected in his eyes. He plunged Nanbang Guo into her sweet garden.
Shiguro's hips swayed: "Because of the festivities at the banquet, I want to have you." After observing Yumi's reaction, he added, "Ms. Yamaha, do you want to resign?" "You're a despicable person," the Dean of Studies said. Yumi finished dressing and stood up. At this moment, Shiguro's desire was aroused again. "You must come to the report to the Education Committee in N City." He was 160 centimeters tall, with long hair hanging down his back. Shiguro told Yumi with a sidelong glance. Instantly, she felt a coercive tone in his voice. "I will remember." She uttered these words behind her back, then slammed the door shut and walked out of the Dean of Studies' office.

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