Dangerous prank

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With his lips sealed, Shimanori hesitated for a moment, but his trembling hands involuntarily wrapped around Yumi's waist. Her
sleek black dress clung tightly to her voluptuous, soft body.
The passionate kiss sent a shiver down Shimanori's spine. At the same time, an uncontrollable, ferocious desire surged deep within him, and sensing this, Shimanori parted her lips.
Lately, this surreal, almost unreal impulse had been constantly assaulting him, making him worry that one day he might turn to crime, or suddenly go mad, end up in a mental hospital, and spend the rest of his life there.
"What's wrong?"
Shimanori suddenly snapped back to reality under Yumi's beautiful gaze.
Yes! He had come here, to do this with her, precisely to forget that hallucinatory impulse.
"Okay, come on!"
Yumi led Shimanori's hand to her soft breasts beneath her dress.
Swallowing hard, Shimakawa cautiously grasped Yumi's breast, and their lips met again.
(It seems she knows she's still an inexperienced virgin!)
Thinking this, Shimakawa felt less shy.
Actually, the reason for his shyness was his upcoming 30th birthday.
So yesterday, Shimakawa called his old friend from school, Motohiro Mikuni, asking him to find him a woman.
"Finally, the time has come for me to abandon my virginity. Although I'm a little reluctant, but... no matter what, you must introduce me to someone. It doesn't matter if she's a college student, an office worker, or even a married woman."
Unlike the white-collar Shimakawa, Motohiro had always been very popular with women, and since dropping out of university, he had been working at a male escort club.
Handsome, intelligent, and generous, Motohiro was now the club's top escort.
"This place is the only world in today's society where dreams exist. Firstly, no education is needed, and secondly, no family background is required. Although it's terrible if you don't make a name for yourself, once you succeed, you can earn a salaried worker's salary for a lifetime in just one year."
Although he often said this, the main reason he consistently held the top spot, besides possessing the looks and physical strength of his fellow male companions, was the knowledge and upbringing he received at a top university.
To Shima, Genhiro was like a star high in the sky.
Of course, the worlds of a salaried worker and a male escort are completely different, not only in their lifestyles but also in their relationships with women.
Due to the nature of his work, the women around Genhiro were as easy to change as clothes.
However, Shima never envied his many girlfriends.
In fact, when he was a teenager, he simply wanted a woman, so on the eve of his twentieth birthday in university, he went to buy a prostitute. Because virginity was a huge burden for him, the results were always disastrous.
Although he spent a lot of money, his important male characteristic suddenly became impotent.
However, this shock wasn't significant to him, because he understood how despicable his desire to have sex with a woman he didn't like was.
This was one of the reasons why Shima-kun's first sexual experience had been delayed.
In his mind, he would never have sex with a woman he didn't like, let alone have sex with her for the first time or afterward. And the women Shima-kun liked had to be beautiful. So far, he could only find at most ten women attractive.
However, he preferred masturbation to having sex with these ten beauties.
He often found satisfaction in watching pornographic videos and magazines while imagining the young and beautiful models as his rivals. Therefore, his apartment housed hundreds of pornographic videotapes and many photo albums of beautiful women.
Shima-kun claimed that this collection wasn't a hobby, but it was his best tool for masturbation.
"Why are you in such a hurry to lose your innocence?"
Gen-hiro had, of course, asked him that question before.
Shimanuki sucked on Yumi's tongue as she approached, and at Yumi's urging, he unzipped the back of his dress.
He slowly took off the dress, revealing his chocolate-colored body tightly wrapped in a lace bra and panties. His healthy skin glowed with a honey-like luster.
Yumi, whose husband was a bank employee, had a deep-set face with a distinctly southern charm, as did her young and healthy body.
However, Shimanuki hesitated greatly at the passionate scene before him.
(2)
In fact, Shimanuki, who had worked in the publicity department of the Da Yu liquor factory for five years, was about to be fired.
The reason was that he had secretly sold the latest advertising plan for the factory's products to a rival company, which had been exposed.
Thinking of the self-satisfaction he felt when he first joined the company and the enthusiasm for his work, he couldn't help but fall into an emotional depression that he couldn't believe himself.
His original "Asuka" publicity department never cared about age, education, or gender. As long as you had talent, you had a fair chance to compete. They often made astonishingly bold assumptions on TV and magazine CFs, usually attracting everyone's attention.
(But I've never had that opportunity), Shimanori thought to himself.
If he really didn't have talent, then there was nothing to say. But if he had gone to another company... no, he should say that if that woman hadn't been standing in his way, he would have already made a name for himself and become the section chief in the publicity department.
Kanako Kono—now she's not just famous in the publicity department, but everyone in the company knows of her.
Although she joined the company at the same time as Shimanori, she now holds the important position of head of the publicity department's production room. And she's two years younger than Shimanori, the only female head of the department.
He felt like an unfortunate person born at the same time as a superstar, no matter how talented he was, he had no chance to stand out, and no matter how hard he tried, he was just an inconspicuous star next to the superstar.
Shimano, working in the publicity department's production room, was almost incomparable to Kanako in terms of ability. If one had to pinpoint a difference, it would be merely a thin sheet of paper, yet that single sheet felt like an insurmountable mountain range.
The difference between them could perhaps be described as a difference in splendor.
Indeed, in Shimano's eyes, Kanako was splendor.
First, her appearance was strikingly beautiful, possessing not only elegant bearing but also an intellectual and refined taste. Her high-bridged nose, brimming with ambition and pride, combined with a slightly parted, delicate tip, exuded a charming friendliness. Her large, full lips were brimming with feminine beauty.
Beyond that, what was most unforgettable was the curvaceous beauty of her body.
Her round, full breasts were slightly raised, her slender waist and full hips were breathtaking, and her long, shapely legs perfectly complemented her high heels.
Of course, her work ability was also undeniable, often leaving her male colleagues speechless.
Therefore, in every aspect, Kanako's speech naturally carried her authoritative air, and the position of department head never became a burden for him.
(Compared to her, I was indeed at a disadvantage.)
My appearance was neither striking nor tall, and I was chubby, with a childhood nickname of "Little Fatty Star." In terms of appearance alone, I was already far inferior to her.
Now, even if she complained to her parents, it was too late. But if she could be ten centimeters taller, then…
Recently, a performance evaluation celebration was held in the basement banquet hall of the ‘h’ hotel near the Tokyo headquarters.
At this celebration, the president attended and invited three outstanding employees to the stage to present awards for their hard work.
Kanako was standing next to the head of the publicity department and the head of the publicity management section. However, Kanako, dressed in an elegant dress, was dazzling and completely stole the spotlight from the two older department and section heads. All the employees' eyes were focused on her.
In contrast, she stood there dumbfounded, unable to deny that she had been defeated and could not compare with her.
At the same time, rumors were circulating among the employees that her younger sister, Chinako, was dating the president's son, who was in university, and that they were very likely to get married, making Kanako's future even brighter.
Shima Kyu, however, suffered a second blow. Frankly, Shima Kyu harbored a deep dream of one day being able to share a romantic relationship with Chinako. She was the woman of his dreams.
But since the last time he had dinner with colleagues from the Public Relations Department at Chinako's house and met her younger sister, Chikako, he had only seen her once or twice more.
Chikako, now a student at a women's university, was completely different from her sister, Kana, who lived with her. She was quite outgoing, and her round face exuded innocence.
Today, being dismissed meant he would never see Chikako again.
No, even if he miraculously escaped dismissal, a future with Chikako was impossible.
Why was it Chinako who discovered his leak of the secret?
Yesterday, Shima Kyu, summoned to the meeting room by Chinako, was stunned by the evidence in her hand, and even knelt down to beg for forgiveness. But Chinako's response was utterly cold.
"After yesterday's celebration, I will discuss and reach a conclusion with the minister."
According to her words, Shimanaki was already a defendant about to be sentenced to death, and the result was obviously obvious.
(3)
Yumi turned around again, put her hands on Shimanaki's shoulders, kissed him passionately, and then began to take off his jacket, loosen his tie, and unbutton his white shirt.
Just as the other's red lips licked along his chest until they sucked on his nipple, Shimanaki's upper body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
(It shouldn't be like this!)
Although Shimanaki thought so, Yumi's strange tongue movements and continuous panting revealed mature feminine charm from time to time, gradually arousing Shimanaki's desire.
(If this were Chikako's red lips...)
Chikako's beautiful face suddenly appeared in Shimanaki's eyes. Although it was a bit unfair to Yumi, he couldn't help but think of his own miserable situation.
In fact, he had no intention of marrying the beauty, but in a few days, the company would make a judgment on him.
If the verdict is handed down, he will lose his job and be unable to have a further relationship with the woman he loves for the rest of his life.
What is the purpose of his life?
Perhaps it would be better not to live at all.
Yumi unzipped her trousers, pulled down her trousers and underwear, and knelt down on the spot, tightly grasping the erect penis in front of her.
"That's great."
Her red lips gently touched the tip of the penis.
"Mmm..." A surge of pleasure washed over Shimanuki.
"Is that really how it is?"
Genhiro's words suddenly rang in his ears.
"What good does it do to give up on yourself while holding a woman?"
Genhiro said.
"Since you want to give up on yourself, just do it completely! Do you have any awareness of abandoning your salaried life?"
His words pierced Shimanuki's heart.
"If you really have this intention, I'll lend you a hand."
"Lend me a hand?"
"Didn't you say you hoped to one day hold your goddess, Chikako, in your arms?"
"Yes... I did say that, but how?"
"We'll find a house and take her there."
"You're not going to rape her, are you?"
"You want to? You really want her. Don't you want to have a physical relationship with her?"
"But if we do that, she'll definitely sue us."
"Forget it! Haven't you already realized that?"
"..."
"Alright! Then let's find a way to avoid being sued!"
"How?"
"If we can't rape her, let's have consensual sex! As long as we make that woman happy, making her uncontrollably fall into a state of ecstasy, it won't be considered rape."
"But I'm not that good at it!" "
That's why I said I'd lend you a hand."
"You're talking utter nonsense."
Although she secretly laughed and cursed him, Zu actually quite agreed with Yuan Hong's statement.
To be honest, no matter the method of rape or anything else, as long as she could get Chikako, even if the price was her own life, she would have no regrets. This thought had long lingered in Shima Kan's mind.
Moreover, there were probably many men in this world who harbored the same desires as him. Aren't the numerous rape cases that have occurred throughout history the best proof of this?
"Are you familiar with the relevant information?"
Yuan Hong continued to prove the correctness of his proposal.
"According to relevant data, out of about ten rape cases reported to the police, only one actually occurs—no, even out of twenty, only one does. This is because most women are ashamed to recount their rape to judges or police, so they prefer to let it go and don't file charges. Even if they are charged, they won't be found guilty. In short, the perpetrator is the ultimate victor.
" "But… the crime still exists!"
"That's right, but that's just a rule in your world. In today's world, there are other worlds, have you forgotten? It's okay, don't force yourself. Contact me when you feel the need, and I will definitely help you."
Yumi's lips enveloped Shimanuki's penis, stroking it back and forth several times before gently licking the groove around the glans with her tongue.
"Ah! Ah!…" Shimanuki involuntarily let out a soul-stirring moan, his knees trembling slightly, his upper body arching backward.
"Is this really okay?"
A voice, whether Yuan Hong's or his own, suddenly echoed in his mind again.
But the tip of his penis felt as if it were melting in Yumi's soft, warm lips.
"Ugh..." Yumi suddenly plunged his penis deep into her mouth, and in that instant, the prelude to an eruption pierced the depths of Shimanuki's body.
Amidst a hoarse, low moan, Shimanuki looked up at the ceiling, his swollen penis, as if being sucked from the depths of Yumi's throat, gushed forth a torrent of pleasure.
In the midst of this unprecedented and intense joy, Shimanuki trembled so much that he could not stand up straight, and all he could see was darkness.
"I'm going to take a shower, and I'll continue later."
Watching Yumi get up and walk towards the bathroom, Shimanuki staggered towards the window.
(Is this really okay?)
"At this point, there's no such thing as 'okay' or 'no.'"
As soon as he said this, tears unexpectedly fell.
Shimanuki walked to the phone like a sleepwalker and picked up the receiver.
"Hello! This is Shimanuki, I need your help."
(4)
Kono Chikako hurriedly rushed to the Chuo-Rinkan Station.
There were only two classes today, but because of the rain, she couldn't ride her bicycle, so she had to leave home twenty minutes early.
Today, her older sister Kanako was going to Osaka for a two-day business trip, so Chikako was left alone at home.
Although her older sister usually acted as her mother and supervised her closely, which was a bit annoying, she felt a strange loneliness when she was really left alone at home.
Women's university students are often perceived as only interested in having fun, but Aoyama Women's University, where Chikako attends, is a prestigious, elite university with strict, almost feudal, requirements for students' conduct both on and off campus.
Therefore, she naturally wouldn't have the experience of going to discos at night, driving around with men, or enjoying drinks with a few close friends.
Since her classmates are all like that, Chikako doesn't feel any particular dissatisfaction.
Moreover, when she thinks about her older sister working tirelessly every day for her sake, she feels even more unable to socialize with her playful friends.
In her heart, she only plans to focus on her studies and, after graduation, become a top-notch working woman like her sister.
However, her ambition isn't for status or money, but to ease her sister's burden and repay her for her years of hard work.
Every day, Chikako obediently commutes to and from school, experiencing only the simple life of a university student, completely unaware of the darker side of the world.
Just as Chikako reached the gas station, stopped, looked around, and prepared to cross the street with her umbrella, she suddenly heard someone call her name.
"Ms. Chikako."
The window of the car in front of her suddenly opened, and a man leaned out of the driver's seat.
"Ah!"
The man was Shimanori, a colleague from her sister's company.
"Going to the station? I'll give you a ride."
"This..."
Chikako thought there was really no reason to refuse, especially since she hated getting her plaid mini-suit wet in the rain.
"Don't mention it, get in!"
he said, opening the car door.
"Thank you for your help."
Chikako smiled, revealing her white teeth, and quickly got into the front seat.
"Thank you for the ride."
"Not at all, don't mention it."
Shimanori looked ahead and started driving.
"You...aren't you going to work?"
"No, I came out to run some errands for your sister. She's away on a business trip today, haha! Have you forgotten about your sister's business trip?"
Shimanori stammered as he glanced at the rearview mirror and licked his tongue repeatedly.
Chikako, however, remained oblivious, continuing to look at the scenery ahead.
Just as the car turned left at the intersection, Chikako's expression suddenly changed.
"Hey! The bus stop should be on the right..."
"Ah! It should be right."
Although she nodded, Shimanori showed no intention of turning around.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"..."
"Mr. Shimanori?"
Shimanori's voice was filled with guilt and unease, as if he was about to cry.
"I...I'm sorry, please forgive me...I want to..."
Before she could finish speaking, someone suddenly grabbed Chikako's shoulders tightly from behind.
Just as Chikako was shocked, a handkerchief-like object was placed over her mouth and nose.
"Ugh..." She grabbed the hand holding the handkerchief with both hands and struggled desperately.
But the sedative that rushed into her nose and mouth made Chikako's consciousness suddenly become blurred.
Seeing Chikako gradually losing consciousness, Shima-kun finally stopped the car.
"Success."
Gen-hiro peeked out from behind and revealed an arrogant smile.
"Hey! What are you still doing? Hurry up and go!"
"Ah!"
Shima-kun nodded with a dry mouth, but his eyes were still fixed on Chikako's round thighs under her mini-skirt.
"Hey! Don't stand there like an idiot, okay?"
Shima-kun, who was pushed on the shoulder, finally nodded again and stepped on the gas.
(5)
"I didn't expect you to have such high standards for women."
Gen-hiro looked at Chikako sleeping on the sofa and couldn't help but say with emotion.
"For her, it might really be worth the risk."
"Alright! Do it the way you like!"
"Ah!"
Upon hearing this, Shimanori nodded, but facing Chikako, whose hands and feet were bound with plastic ropes and whose mouth was stuffed with a gag, he didn't know what to do. The ease with which the crime was committed made him quite uneasy, and it felt like a dream.
"I... I feel a little scared."
"No need, I'll help you if you're scared."
After saying that, he picked up the sleeping Chikako and carried her to the center of the room.
The motel room that Genhiro had chosen was a special room, a so-called erotic room, which contained iron cages and platforms... and various other torture instruments.
Genhiro laid Chikako down on the ground, and then hooked the rope behind her back onto a lock hanging from the ceiling, while Shimanori untied the ropes on her feet.
"Hey..."
Looking at Chikako's delicate face, Shimanori let out an uneasy cry.
Chikako, her eyes tightly closed, twitched slightly before slowly opening them. She stared blankly ahead for a while before suddenly realizing the strangeness of the situation and abruptly sat up.
"Ugh..." Chikako, her hands bound and gagged, looked utterly stiff.
"Little girl, wake up..."
Hearing the baritone voice suddenly behind her, Chikako twisted her long, curly hair in surprise and turned around.
"This room has excellent soundproofing. No matter how loudly you shout or cry for help, it's all in vain, understand?"
Chikako, her long hair being stroked, frowned stiffly.
"You can make as much noise as you want, but for your own safety, it's best to keep quiet. Okay, now please stand up."
Genhiro pressed the switch on the remote control, and the gantry began to rise, putting Chikako in an upright position with her high heels on the ground.
"Open her legs."
Genhiro, who was squatting on the ground, and Shimano together spread Chikako's legs apart and tied them to metal parts on the floor on both sides with ropes, with her feet about forty inches apart.
Moreover, they pulled down another gantry from the ceiling and tied a collar around Chikako's neck to keep her upper body from leaning forward.
"Ready."
Genhiro picked up the V8 camera.
"I'll be your assistant, and you can take the lead!"
"Uh, uh."
Shimano, who had been patted on the shoulder, nodded excitedly, casually took off his clothes, put on a mask that had been prepared in advance, and then, wearing only underwear, slowly approached Chikako.
"Ugh..." Chikako, her mouth stuffed with a strip of cloth, stared at Shimanori, whose mouth and nose were barely visible, and shook her head desperately.
Shimanori understood perfectly how disheartened he felt upon waking from his unconscious state and being suddenly struck by the scene before him.

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