Humiliation and hijacking

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Chapter One: A Dream of Lust—The Route of Flirtation

Behind a row of duty-free shops, in a corner, stood a café, the sounds of jet
planes .

In a corner of the café, a woman was reading a magazine.

The clock on the wall pointed to one o'clock.

Finishing the remaining coffee in her cup, feeling the sweet warmth on her tongue, the woman slightly furrowed her brow. Her beautiful, arched
eyebrows were slightly twisted.

The café door was suddenly pushed open; it was a thick door made of peach wood. But if the person opening the door was rude, even the door
would seem rough.

"Hi! Naomi, have you been waiting long?" A man walked towards the table and plopped down in the chair opposite Naomi
.

Naomi closed her magazine, placed it on her lap, and shrugged slightly.

Her movements were languid, like an imitation of an Italian movie star.

"Oh, right. Last time…"

"I felt very happy," Naomi answered first.

"Haha... I never imagined things would develop this way. My first trip to Hong Kong is with you."

"That's because it's inconvenient without someone who speaks English..." A mischievous
glint .

Willful and strong-willed, yet yearning for men's attention, her witch-like gaze held men
captive .

"Hey... is that all the reason?"

"Just kidding. Hehe..."

"Don't joke around. I'm still your teacher..."

"Yes, Aki...moto... teacher..."

Akimoto Yosuke's gaze was drawn to Naomi's long, slender legs as he looked down.

She possessed legs that everyone envied. Her beautiful thighs were often hidden beneath her deep blue cheongsams,
but she never completely concealed them with jeans or anything like that, knowing her legs would attract men's attention, so she
didn't overly expose or hide them.

Naomi had this perception of her legs since high school, when Yosuke first met her. At twenty-one,
she looked more mature. With a straight nose and well-defined features, she was a modern beauty.

She looked fuller than when they met last month. But not chubby; she had a proper roundness, like
fully ripe fruit, exuding a sweet fragrance. Perhaps it was the result of the caresses, nourishment, and cultivation of other men
.

In just a short time, this young woman had become stunningly beautiful, surprising Yosuke. Her skin was a
beautiful tan, her eyebrows displaying a strong will, which was truly admirable. Her large, round eyes were full of passion. In short, she was
a standard beauty.

"How's it going around here lately?"

Naomi, seeing Yosuke's still unsettled state, changed the subject, extending her left pinky finger. On her
ring finger, a luxurious ring glittered, deeply piercing Yosuke's heart.

"Oh... so-so!"

Naomi wasn't one to care about Yosuke's relationships with women; she probably just wanted to show off her engagement ring.

"It's about time to go," Yosuke said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Oh, you're leaving already?"

Yosuke smiled. "What's the big deal!"

Naomi puffed out her bright red lips, a new Chanel product with a slight pink tinge. This was
a gift a friend brought back from abroad, and he was using it today.

Yosuke left the café without a thank you, went into the duty-free shop next door, bought a pack of Marco Polo
cigarettes, and then the two walked towards the exit. Duty-free shops lined both sides of the exit. Once they exited customs, strictly
speaking, they weren't in Japan anymore, but on the high seas.

It seemed they didn't need to worry about the stares of those around them, and the two seemed to become bolder. Walking arm in arm,
their bodies close together, they both became excited, their cheeks flushed.

Naomi suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Teacher, wait a minute, I want to buy perfume." Without waiting for Yosuke's
reply , Naomi let go of his hand and ran towards a duty-free shop ahead.

Yosuke stared intently at Naomi's retreating figure moving along the glass window. Her slender waist contrasted sharply with her
full hips. Soon, she would become someone else's bride, and this young body, for the next three days, would be
freely in his hands, at his mercy…

Thinking of that scene, Yosuke felt his lower body gradually heating up. This happened two years ago with the phone call
from . It was a vexing weekend night, like the rainy season a month ago.

Having grown tired of late-night TV, Yosuke was about to go to sleep when
the phone suddenly rang. Who could it be at this hour? Yosuke slowly picked up the phone.

"Hello...is this Mr. Akimoto's residence?"

Yosuke certainly wouldn't forget that voice, but there was always a chance of mistaken identity.
The playboy Yosuke, who simultaneously associated with several women, felt he couldn't just say the other person's name directly. She coughed lightly and said, "May I ask
who you are?"

"I'm Naomi, Kudo... Naomi, have you forgotten?"

"How could I... It's been so long."

"How are you, teacher?"

"Oh, thanks to you, I'm still the same, living with your shadow in my heart every day."

"Really! Teacher, you actually said that." Naomi paused for a moment and said, "Teacher, could you grant me
a request? It's been so long since I've done this..."

"This matter seems complicated. However, whatever your request, I will grant it..."

"Are you free next Sunday?"

"Um, wait a minute... I can manage that day..."

"Great, I have so much to say, would you like to come to Kyoto?"

"It's rare for you to ask me out, what is it about?"

"Let's talk about it when we meet. Do you remember the café in front of the station we used to go to?"

"Yes. Of course I remember."

"Then how about 11 a.m.?"

"Okay, it's been so long since I've been to Kyoto, I'll buy the tickets tomorrow."

"Great..."

"I'm so happy to see you. I feel so light-hearted."

"Same as always, you're really good with words." The same crisp laughter came from the phone.

"Well then, see you on Sunday."

"Yes, I'll be waiting for you... goodbye."

Yosuke sprayed some of his favorite cologne on himself, bought magazines, beer, and a badly
packaged bottle of sake at the station shop, and stood on the platform with excitement.

The two of them used to frequently travel to Kyoto, boarding separately in different carriages to avoid being seen, then
meeting up in the unreserved third carriage. Now, he suddenly remembered Aokiji, feeling a little guilty back then. But
it quickly turned into a faint memory, tucked away in his heart.

The new train slowly started moving, the seats mostly empty.

He remembered going to Kinkaku-ji at dusk with Naomi, the refreshing morning at Kiyomizu-dera…
Meeting her again in Kyoto, a city filled with so many memories, filled him with excitement. He felt like a boy experiencing first love, his
face flushing.

****************************************** Lost in his memories, they quickly arrived in Kyoto. Following the other passengers out of the station,
he immediately headed towards the café that remained in his memories.

It was an ordinary café you'd see at any station, the mixed fruit juice there was delicious, Naomi's
favorite. He didn't know how many times they'd come here together; though it was in the past, his body hadn't forgotten.

Just as he reached to push open the door, a nostalgic voice came from behind, and at the same time, Naomi
hugged .

"Hey, how are you?" Yosuke said, enjoying
the elasticity of the young flesh against his back, as if the flesh was dancing.

Turning around, he saw Naomi, who had become more mature after two years, and they took hands and sat down at the innermost seat.

Scenes from the past flashed through Yosuke's mind.

"Are you working very hard?"

"Teacher, the same as before."

"Why?

" "Because your eyes and mouth say the opposite." "

Can you tell?"

"Hmm." Her big eyes shone with a teasing gleam.

"Then, shall we go right away like before, haha?"

The two looked at each other and laughed, as if they were both trying to buy time, and quickly left the cafe.

They took a taxi to a hotel they used to frequent, a quiet hotel with mountains behind it.

After getting the key at the counter, they entered the rather simple room in the hotel and immediately kissed on
the spot .

It had been a long time since they had kissed like this. He carefully licked Naomi's lips, which were covered in lipstick, as if trying to restore
the way they looked before they wore makeup, slowly licking the lipstick. He remembered that
they had kissed .

Yosuke admired Naomi's soft lips while reminiscing about the past.

Their sexual activity had escalated during high school; initially, Naomi refused oral sex, which
was understandable given she was only a sixteen-year-old bud. But somehow, oral sex had become as routine as kissing, and Yosuke
expressed his desires through bondage, urination, and anal sex. Naomi, like water poured onto sand
, not only absorbed it completely but also found pleasure in these acts.

Their sexual activity became more intense when Naomi graduated high school and decided to work at a supermarket in Kyoto
.

It was a large chain supermarket headquartered in Tokyo, run by two brothers, and
notorious . Naomi only learned about this after working there for a while; if she had known earlier, she would never have joined such a company.

The brothers, of course, immediately noticed the beautiful Naomi. The younger brother, as store manager, used the excuse of training customer service
to frequently touch her buttocks and breasts. She was almost raped by her older brother, the chairman, while working overtime at night.

It was Yosuke who received Naomi's tearful phone call, urging her to quit her job and apply to Kyoto Junior College.

Contact had ceased since Naomi enrolled in the junior college. He instinctively knew Naomi had found another
man , but half-heartedly, half-believing he should, he hadn't tried to contact her.

"Why are you calling now?"

After a long kiss, Yosuke stood there unbuttoning Naomi's blouse, caressing her breasts through her bra.

"..."

Enjoying her young, firm breasts, he rubbed the area around her nipples, feeling them harden
.

Yosuke asked again, earnestly, "Why did you answer?"

"In the fall, I'm getting married, to a dentist..."

Two intense emotions assaulted Yosuke. One was the male urge to be jealous, the other was the
feeling of superiority he felt holding this woman in his arms compared to her fiancé.

"I see."

"Teacher..."

Yosuke continued caressing Naomi's breasts, gradually moving towards the bed, their bodies collapsing onto
it .

"Ah..." Their bodies bounced on the spring mattress.

Yosuke immediately got up, unplugged the bedside lamp, and then used the wire to tightly
bind veins on her pale wrists. The excess wire dangled at the foot of the bed, effectively
fixing Naomi's body to the bed.

"Ah, suddenly like this..."

Although her upper body couldn't move freely, Naomi's long, slender legs in pantyhose twisted in protest.

In a riding position, he pulled open Naomi's white top to the sides, revealing a white bra.
As he hurriedly unhooked the front of the bra, her two large breasts eagerly sprang out.

Gazing at the breasts he used to caress almost daily, they were probably two sizes larger than before, their curves even more beautiful, not sagging
at all , maintaining a moderate elasticity. Only her left nipple was slightly swollen, perhaps from her fiancé's
caresses. A strong flame of jealousy ignited in Yosuke's heart.

Just as he remembered, her right nipple had two cute black moles under her breast. For some reason, the impression of
those moles was very vivid.

"Have you slept with your fiancé?"

"No…"

Of course, he knew she was lying. Naomi's answer was hesitant; she simply shook her head slightly.

"Damn it…"

A strange man freely played with this beautiful body every day. As if trying to banish that man's
touch , Yosuke began to roughly play with Naomi's naked body. He vigorously rubbed her breasts with both hands,
licking carefully from her navel to her armpits. Occasionally, feeling impatient, he would bite Naomi's skin with his teeth.

"It hurts…"

"Don't scream!"

When Yosuke's tongue reached her nipple, Naomi's body twitched. Yosuke continued to roll his tongue around the hardened
nipple and suck on it.

While continuing to play with her nipple in his mouth, he suddenly felt an urge to bite it off, using his teeth to
apply slight pressure at the base of the nipple.

"Mmm… mmm…" Just like before, she made cute moaning sounds, which brought back memories for Yosuke.
Memories.

The first time she let out an indescribable sob beneath Yosuke's body, which later turned into
sweet moans with each repetition. It sounded like a slight lisp, like touching a string in a man's heart, a soothing panting
sound. To hear that sound again now, to be honest, I had no expectation of it at all.

Thinking of this, a fire seemed to burn fiercely within Yosuke's body, its target shifting to Naomi's
lower body .

The sounds of nearby children playing drifted in from outside the window.

To avoid tearing her brown pantyhose, she carefully pulled them down to her knees, then slipped her light blue panties down
her plump buttocks, taking them off along with the pantyhose and tossing them under the bed. She unzipped her dark blue cheongsam, lifting the hem
to her waist. Her slightly grown pubic hair seemed to hold a nostalgic expression, appearing heavier and coarser than before
. She stroked her pubic hair with her palm, gently kissing the beginning of the vulva.

She smelled a familiar fragrance, Naomi's unique scent, mixed with the decadent aroma of a mature woman.

Naomi's knees buckled, and Yosuke lifted himself up.

"Spread your legs."

As if reflexively, Naomi closed her full thighs.

"What's wrong with you? Spread your legs!"

Naomi blushed and slowly parted her legs: "In such a bright place... I'm so embarrassed
..."

She wanted to cover her face with her hands, but they were already tied up, so she could only bury her face in the soft pillow, thinking of the many times Yosuke had trained her in sexual play during
her teenage years.

Yosuke lifted Naomi's thighs with both hands, making his genitals face the ceiling, completely exposed.

He took out the two ropes he had brought, spread her legs apart and tied them to the foot of the bed, as if to emphasize her vulva, and stuffed a pillow
under her buttocks. Naomi's front and back entrances were exposed to him without any defenses, her full labia majora and
mature , slightly protruding labia minora were breathing and writhing in the sunlight.

Yosuke squinted his eyes in satisfaction at the naked body with traces of his swimsuit.

Her breasts, contrasting with the wheat-colored skin of her limbs, shone with a white sheen. Her navel, concave vertically, and her white lower abdomen, thin and devoid of any excess fat, looked as if the flesh had been shaved away . Her slender waist rose and fell in rhythm
with her rapid breathing . Yosuke took out the sake he had bought at the station and poured it drop by drop onto her vulva. "Ugh... what is this?" The sake mixed with her vaginal fluids overflowing from her vulva and flowed towards her anus. Yosuke made a "slurp" sound as he sucked the sake into his mouth, occasionally teasing her vulva with the tip of his tongue. Naomi, who had initially expressed her dislike for this sensation, gradually changed her voice into sweet moans: "Ugh... ugh... ugh ugh ugh ..." "How is it? Does it feel good?" "Ugh..." Hearing Naomi's moans, Yosuke finished his cup of sake. Yosuke rubbed the small clitoris with the tip of his tongue against the mature vulva, which was filled with honey-like nectar. Naomi's body trembled, and her clitoris gradually protruded. The fleshy buds were still as cute and lewd as ever, and the back door, glistening with the moisture of alcohol, remained closed like always. Both of these orifices were for me… Thinking this, Yosuke finally managed to banish his jealousy towards Naomi's fiancé. "Now, let's pursue pleasure thoroughly." He rolled up the weekly magazine he'd brought and began slapping Naomi's buttocks, as if trying to eliminate all jealousy, slapping Naomi's snow-white bottom. With each crisp slap, her buttocks trembled, and Naomi cried out in pain. "Enough?" Naomi's buttocks turned red, and she seemed to have forgotten to answer Yosuke's question, only panting. Yosuke pulled down his trousers and underwear, his powerful penis already hard and erect. "Naomi…it's coming…" "Ah…!!" At the completely unsuspecting entrance, he brutally thrust his fierce glans into her from behind. "Oh…" Naomi let out a sound of pleasure. He hadn't heard such sweet sounds of pleasure in a long time. The soft, moist flesh was a sensation she hadn't felt in a long time. As Yosuke's penis rubbed against the pulsating opening, Naomi let out rhythmic, lewd moans: "Mmm... it's so good...this pleasure...is even better than before..." "Mmm...mmm..." Seeing Naomi close her eyes, panting with pleasure, Yosuke's lust surged . Naomi slowly opened her mouth, furrowing her brow, anticipating that moment. "Naomi!! I'm coming...!!" "Mmm...uh...ah!!" Yosuke's mouth was half-open, and as the strength on his face faded, Naomi also cried out, both reaching orgasm simultaneously. Yosuke lay limply on top of Naomi, his penis still inside her. When he looked up, he saw Naomi 's shoulders rising and falling with her breath. He pulled out his shrunken penis, kissed her forehead, and untied the bindings. Naomi, rubbing her numb limbs, nestled into Yosuke's arms. "Teacher, I'm so scared..." Her sweet voice trembled slightly. Perhaps it was acting, Yosuke thought. She was a lovely woman, and he couldn't help but hug Naomi tighter. It was such a waste to give such a woman to someone else... Yosuke held Naomi in his arms and whispered in her ear, "The thought of you becoming someone else's wife makes my desire burn even brighter..." "I'm not someone else's wife yet..." The situation was the same; the jealousy he had almost forgotten resurfaced in Yosuke's heart. Whether Naomi had already sensed it or not, she suddenly looked up and said, "By the way, teacher, take me on a trip before I get married!" "Before you become a dentist's wife?" "Please don't interrupt. I've never been abroad before, please take me abroad!" "..." "No matter how much money he has, marrying a middle-aged dentist means a bleak future. It's better to be single, teacher ." "Where do you want to go?" "Anywhere is fine." "Then, how about Hong Kong? It's perfect for a first trip abroad, and I've never been there before." "Really? Really? A month from now, don't bring anything, just leave from Osaka. You only need your passport." "It's like a dream... Thank you... Teacher is so kind!" Naomi hugged Yosuke tightly. Yosuke, who had just ejaculated, became excited again as she pleaded, hugging Naomi tightly and pressing himself against her once more.

As Naomi was browsing perfumes at the duty-free shop, the final
announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Passengers on Qinglong Airlines Flight 702 to Hong Kong, please proceed to Gate 5 immediately."

Naomi hurried over, clutching her duty-free bag.

Inside the cabin, the flight attendants greeted the passengers warmly. Dressed in green uniforms, they all exuded a healthy
beauty. The cabin's decor was also predominantly green, creating a calming atmosphere.

The beautiful flight attendants bustled about. Some of them had been there for over ten years, and those resembling
women from Hong Kong were likely cabin managers.

Looking around, there were six Japanese flight attendants; the others were indistinguishable as Indian or Singaporean
, but all were Asian, and all were beautiful.

Yosuke's seat was in economy class near the wing, and he and Naomi walked towards the back through the narrow aisle.

It was the first Sunday after summer vacation, so the cabin was quite crowded, with all sorts of people moving about in the confined
space .

While searching for seats, Yosuke couldn't help but glance at the female passengers. To put it nicely, it's a habit; even he himself
feels embarrassed to still do this at his age. When encountering flight attendants, he still can't help but observe them closely.

Finding his seat and placing his luggage on the overhead rack, Yosuke glanced back at the seats, his gaze
drawn : a girl sitting in the very back by the window.

Naomi was indeed a beauty capable of attracting any man's attention; her slender figure was strikingly similar to that of a European woman. Yosuke
, due to his profession, had seen many beautiful women and was never short of them.

The girl who could make Yosuke forget to breathe and stare was sitting in the very back, with long, black hair, fair
skin, and a face as exquisite as a Greek sculpture—truly captivating. Within her purity, she exuded
an indescribable sensuality that sent shockwaves through anyone who saw her.

If God created humanity, it must have taken ten times more time and
effort this girl, carefully investing all his spirit and technical skill in her creation.

She looked to be around the same age as Naomi, maybe even a little older, but Yosuke judged this beautiful girl
to be around a high school senior, probably seventeen or eighteen.

"Teacher! Really… Teacher!" Naomi's elbow suddenly struck Yosuke in the chest, almost
suffocating him .

"Oh! What are you doing!" Yosuke frowned, protesting quietly to Naomi.

"What am I doing, staring at other women…" Naomi pouted, indicating that even she felt embarrassed.

"Don't talk nonsense!" She rubbed her still-aching chest, forcing a smile.

A woman's sixth sense is truly terrifying… Yosuke felt a cold sweat break out under his armpits. But perhaps it was the tension from seeing
that girl!

After sitting down, the flight attendants came to check the luggage on the overhead racks. The racks were right above their heads, and as they
straightened up, Yosuke couldn't help but steal glances at the beautiful, long legs.

Blue Dragon Airlines was a Hong Kong airline, famous for its flight attendants' extremely short skirts. Female passengers were
dissatisfied , but the men gave it a thumbs up. It could be said that the cheongsams worn by Singapore Airlines flight attendants became the object of desire for men
worldwide . Now, with Naomi beside him, Yosuke dared not scrutinize the miniskirt closely.

Yosuke tried to hide it from Naomi, occasionally glancing behind him, but with the girl sitting directly behind him, it was difficult
to observe her . Moreover, the flight attendants moving among the passengers also drew Yosuke's attention.

Two eyes were not enough; Yosuke couldn't help but smile wryly.

The jet airliner began takeoff, and the flight attendants sat opposite the passengers. The plane accelerated continuously,
the violent impact lasting until the aircraft lifted off the ground.

One flight attendant sat diagonally opposite Yosuke, with short hair and a composed demeanor. Yosuke glanced at the name tag
on her chest ; the name printed on a gold background was: Uemura Reiko.

She was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Even sitting there, her slender figure was clearly visible within the uniform, with one phoenix eye
, fair cheeks, and small lips painted with dark red lipstick—truly eye-catching. The bulge near the name tag made
Yosuke unable to resist fantasizing about what lay beneath the uniform—
breasts .

His gaze moved downwards, to long, elegantly crossed legs. Looking up from the toes, their eyes met unexpectedly.
Yosuke could only feign a question: "Hasn't the coffee been served yet?"

"I'm sorry, the plane is still ascending, please wait a moment." Reiko Uemura, sitting diagonally opposite
Yosuke, bowed.

Yosuke felt her smile was mocking a country bumpkin flying for the first time, and he felt himself sweating profusely.

"Oh! Yes..."

"Knowing this already, you still ask? You're just like a country bumpkin flying for the first time." Naomi scolded, lightly
patting Yosuke's thigh.

After about twenty minutes, the plane leveled off, and the flight attendants began serving towels and drinks.

"Would you like coffee, sir?" asked Reiko Uemura, the flight attendant from before.

"By the way, do you have any beer?" Yosuke asked.

"Canned beer, is that alright?"

"Yes, that's fine."

"Yes." The flight attendant politely bowed and returned to the rear cabin.

Naomi sighed softly, a displeased expression on her face. The curtains were drawn, the room went dark, and
a videotape .

It seemed to be a movie currently showing in America. Yosuke, uninterested in movies, didn't want to watch. To kill
time, he put on his headphones, listening to soft music, and recalled the first time he met Naomi.

That was five years ago.

Naomi, born in April, had just turned sixteen, while Yosuke was twenty-five. After graduating from the University of Education in Tokyo,
he had been working as an English teacher at a high school in his hometown for three years. At that time, Naomi was attending the same school. When their eyes first met in
the classroom , they seemed to be attracted to each other.

After class on the first day, as Yosuke walked down the hallway, Naomi caught up with him from behind.

"Teacher, I have a question~" Naomi lowered her head shyly.

"Okay! What is it?" Although his friends now teased him for being a playboy, five years ago he
was still a novice in that area.

Naomi, dressed in a sailor-style uniform with long braids hanging over her shoulders, looked like a rather plain high school girl, yet Yosuke
unintentionally sensed a unique beauty in her.

He couldn't recall what question Naomi had asked back then; it seemed it wasn't anything important.

"Teacher, I have something else I'd like to ask..."

Under Naomi's gaze, Yosuke worried that she might hear his heartbeat.
He wasn't sure if Naomi had any flirtatious intentions, but from her voice and eyes, he sensed a woman's provocative
intent .

"Okay, I'm leaving now too, let's go together. Wait a moment, I'll go get my purse."

"Yes."

Yosuke hurried towards the staff room, feeling his throat dry.

Walking side by side in the darkness, they spoke very little. As if to break the awkward atmosphere, Naomi
asked a question that didn't need to be asked. Yosuke answered casually, or asked other questions.

They passed a children's park and sat down on a bench. The sun was setting, and in the dim light, not even a
small dog could be seen.

It was a crisp spring evening. After a brief chat, Yosuke looked into Naomi's eyes. As if
urged , Yosuke pressed his lips to Naomi's small, cherry-like lips.

There was no lipstick taste, just dry, pale red lips, and he encountered no resistance. After a long kiss, Yosuke
suddenly snapped out of it, pulling away from her lips to look at her. Seeing the girl's dazed eyes and innocent face, desire
ignited in Yosuke's heart; the only light in the black sky was the flickering of airplanes.

"Want to come to my place?"

"Um…" Naomi nodded reflexively, still in a daze.

Yosuke's apartment was west of the station. Once inside, he held Naomi tightly, almost as if he didn't want to wait even to turn on the light
. The second kiss was bolder than the first; after a few suckings on her lips, he slipped his tongue inside.

"Mmm…" Naomi resisted slightly, but Yosuke forced his tongue into her mouth, finding
the tip . He felt the girl's firm breasts press against his upper abdomen, and in that instant, an uncontrollable
desire arose.

He held her still-flat body tightly, reaching under her uniform to unhook her bra.

"Mmm…" In an instant, Naomi's body stiffened.

"Don't be afraid..." Yosuke unzipped her uniform, making her raise her hands and pull off her bra along with them.

************ Looking at Naomi beside him, five years later, Naomi was drinking black tea.

(Her breasts were quite small five years ago...)

Yosuke placed the body of the girl from five years ago onto the present Naomi, continuing his recollection.

The sixteen-year-old girl, her upper body bare, gently
pulled away . He pulled the girl, who had been looking down, closer and lightly kissed the tips of her slightly protruding breasts. He
picked up Naomi, who was letting out a soft moan, and placed her on her back on the bed.

Yosuke hurriedly took off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and lay on his side beside the girl, licking her small
nipples gently rubbing her other breast with his right hand.

"Is it okay?"

"..." The girl silently closed her eyes.

Yosuke first took off his skirt, then carefully pulled down his panties. Just as Yosuke's hand reached for the waistband of her panties,
the girl slightly bent her body in resistance, but this only made it easier for Yosuke to remove them. The

sight of her still-developing body, exposed to someone for the first time, made Yosuke feel both insignificant
and sacred.

Yosuke gently sat down at her feet, then lifted Naomi's knees, gazing intently at her genitals, which had never been touched by a man before
. The girl's tightly closed vulva was now before him.

Yosuke's tongue reached that mysterious place and began to lightly lick.

"No!...No...No more..." Naomi pushed Yosuke's head away with both hands.

But as he continued to lick, the girl's hands gradually lost strength, and somehow began to help Yosuke
.

While licking, Yosuke gently stroked the opening of her genitals with his left finger, then inserted it!

"Ugh!" Naomi groaned, without resistance.

His finger paused at the first joint, then slowly moved to the base.

"Does it hurt?"

"Um...not very much..."

Yosuke's tongue found the girl's most sensitive clitoris, holding it in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue, while his left finger remained inside
her vagina . He felt Naomi's breathing gradually quicken, and she kept moaning, her clitoral hood beginning to erect.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Does it feel good? Tell me!"

"Hmm...hmm..."

"Turn on the light!"

"No, no...no!!"

Yosuke turned on the small lamp beside him. The bright light pierced his eyes, clearly showing the girl's
naked body . Her beautiful thighs were boldly parted, and Naomi covered her face with her hands in embarrassment. Yosuke gently
rubbed his right index finger on her slightly erect clitoris, the unusual stimulation making the girl's body tremble.

Yosuke used his left thumb and index finger to separate the girl's labia. The nectar inside her vulva was about to overflow, shining brightly under
the light , the still-closed orifice remaining shut, as if trembling with fear of what was about to begin.

"I can see it clearly, it's so beautiful here!"

"I'm so embarrassed..."

Yosuke spread Naomi's legs wider and began to lick her slowly again. Naomi let out a sweet moan: "
Ah ...ah!~~" He licked her soft labia and gently sucked on them. Naomi felt
the pleasure of her first experience gradually taking over her body amidst her shyness.

"Ah!! There!!!!!"

Yosuke carefully examined her wet, lustful flower again. He pressed his hot glans against the girl's clitoris,
forcefully pulling away her hands that were covering her face, enjoying the girl's expression of anticipation and fear for her first experience.

"Is it really okay? I'm going to put it in!..." He asked deliberately, looking into her tearful eyes.

The girl didn't answer, but shook her head coquettishly, probably feeling very embarrassed that her face had been seen.

"You have to answer seriously...If you don't want it, I can stop."

Actually, even if the girl said no, he couldn't give up, he just wanted the girl to say it herself.
On one hand, he was showing the composure of an adult, barely restraining his excited heart.

"Teacher...give it to me!"

"I'm so happy to hear you say that. Naomi, you're so cute!"

Yosuke felt he could finally rid himself of guilt. He gripped his penis with his right hand and thrust forward forcefully!

"Ouch!! Ouch~" Naomi cried out in a sound that everyone in the apartment could hear.

Yosuke frantically covered Naomi's mouth with his right hand, but his penis continued to move forward. The feeling of his penis penetrating
a virgin 's genitals was incredibly pleasurable for Yosuke!

"Ugh...Teacher...it hurts!"

"It'll be alright in a moment, just bear with it."

"Mmm..." Naomi closed one eye tightly, clenched her teeth, and endured the pain.

Yosuke pulled out his penis, then inserted it even deeper. With each repetition, the girl's thighs tensed
, as if trying to resist. Yosuke's hard penis finally penetrated the deepest part of her narrow passage. Yosuke
closed his eyes , enjoying the wonderful feeling.

The girl, finally losing her virginity, trembled slightly, covering her face with her hands, her cute little hands
trembling.

"Take your hands away, I want to see your expression."

"No!"

"Why?"

"No means no~~!"

Naomi refused to remove her hands from her face no matter what. Yosuke forced Naomi to pull her
hands away again, seeing tears sliding down her cheeks.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"..." The girl didn't answer, only nodding shyly.

"Since you've gone this far, just bear with it a little longer!"

Yosuke's penis thrust violently in the newly opened vagina, each thrust causing Naomi to let out a muffled
groan. However, unlike her previous cries of pain, this one carried a hint of coquettishness.

Yosuke vigorously stirred his deeply inserted penis within the narrow opening. At the same time, the girl, who had been desperately enduring
the pain , began to show a change in expression. A soft sigh escaped from her clenched teeth. Yosuke's face
gradually lit up with excitement, and he opened his mouth to groan at the increasingly intense sensation.

"Ugh...that's good...Naomi!"

Completely immersed in the wonderful sensation, Yosuke didn't even think about ejaculating outside. A
jolt of electricity shot through his lower back, and thick fluid spurted from his pulsating penis.

At that very moment, Naomi seemed to feel it too.

"Ah! I think...ah! Teacher!" Naomi cried out urgently. The innocent girl didn't know
what to say at that moment, only nervously calling out "Teacher." Even her groans sounded like stuttering, intermittent.
Experiencing pleasure for the first time before reaching climax, the girl seemed unsure of what to do.

The prolonged ejaculation surprised even Yosuke himself, and he found Naomi incredibly cute.

Soon, the two lay hand in hand on the bed. The room was filled with the young man's body odor and
their rapid breathing.

After his heartbeats calmed down a bit, Yosuke lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled, savoring
the taste .

At this moment, Naomi said she wanted to go home.

"Let's go to the restaurant next door for a drink!" Yosuke felt it was a waste to let the girl go like this
.

"I still want to go back."

"Okay! I'll take you home."

Yosuke hailed a taxi and took Naomi home, and from that day on, their secret rendezvous began.

For Yosuke, Naomi wasn't his first woman, but this was the
first time .

The two fell passionately in love.

During her time working at the supermarket, Naomi gradually became a woman who enjoyed having fun. Perhaps it was because
she had been that her emotions gradually became numb. At least her clothes and thoughts
were bolder than those of her classmates at the time, and in just half a year, she had become a woman with rich social experience.

Most importantly, she learned about female pleasure from Yosuke, especially in terms of physical intimacy.

She met a college student at a disco and began a semi-cohabiting life. During this time, she also had romantic relationships with a middle-aged
office worker and a high school boy at her workplace. Under these circumstances,
she gradually distanced herself from Yosuke, but Yosuke couldn't forget Naomi and even suffered from mental illness for a period.

He persuaded her to attend a junior college, but this had a negative effect; he completely cut off contact with Naomi, resulting in a
unilateral break in their relationship. Since then, Yosuke has been a womanizer. Already handsome and dashing ,

Yosuke, with his wit and
humor , is very popular with women. Many of the female students and teachers around him have had relationships with him,
making him a well-known playboy —this is Yosuke's current situation. ********** ... "Here's your beer." Reiko Uemura placed the beer in front of Yosuke and turned to leave. Yosuke thanked her and pulled the tab on the can. He took a sip of beer, his eyes following Reiko's buttocks. Her buttocks, perfectly suited to her slender figure, swayed from side to side as she walked. Just as Reiko entered the cabin, she immediately retreated, looking tense. Then, a young flight attendant was pushed out by a man, her hands tied behind her back and a wet wipe stuffed in her mouth . In that instant, Yosuke didn't know what was happening, but Naomi, realizing the seriousness of the situation, was so startled she dropped her teacup. "Ah…!" The atmosphere inside the plane instantly became extremely tense. Three masked men, appearing out of nowhere, shouted loudly, and Yosuke realized what was happening. The plane erupted in screams, making it impossible to hear what the masked thugs were saying. Two of the three men were pointing pistols at the passengers; the third, holding a bound flight attendant by roared, "Don't scream!" "Help!" a middle-aged woman sitting nearby cried out in panic. "Don't scream! Did you hear me!" The man with the dagger punched the woman, who slumped back into her seat, silent. "Ah!..." Other passengers screamed, guns pointed in that direction, and the cabin fell silent , a heavy atmosphere settling over them. "We have no intention of harming the passengers. To be saved, you must obey orders," the tall man, presumably the leader, said. Hearing sighs from the passengers, he seemed somewhat relieved . Meanwhile, the flight attendants, though tense, gradually regained their composure , perhaps due to prior training . The leader handed a pistol to another man and removed the pantyhose he was using as a veil. A man with a long face and an ethereal , radiating sharp eyes, his curly hair reaching his shoulders. If he were to grow a beard, he would be... (likely referring to a different person).

They looked exactly like the Brazilian football players in Japan.

The other two men also removed their hoods and stockings. One man was bald, and the other was short with
a small mustache.

After surveying the cabin, the leader said, "This plane..."

The passengers waited nervously for him to continue.

"Flying to Hong Kong as scheduled."

Chapter Two: Rape—The Captive Beast

"There are more than three of us. Several more have already infiltrated your ranks, and we have pistols. Move around or you
'll be dead." The leader's voice was calm and deep, not like he was bluffing.

The passengers exchanged glances, suspicion creeping into their hearts. Everyone wore an expression as if they were not the villains on the ship,
looking at others with suspicion.

"And..." The leader took an aluminum foil package from the cabin and held it high, as if to let those behind him
see it clearly. He tore off a corner, revealing a small package inside. Opening the package, a gray, clay-like substance appeared: "This is
plastic explosives!"

A commotion arose in the cabin again, then immediately returned to silence. The leader put down the foil packet and pointed at
the young flight attendant whose hands were tied behind her back: "Hey! Mustache, this woman is quite cute!"

The leader told the mustachioed man to pull hard on the ropes binding the flight attendant, carefully looking at her lightly made-up face, and
said, "Hehe! I wonder what kind of expression you'll make when this happens."

The mustachioed man brought his dark face close to the flight attendant's face: "Miss, where are you most sensitive?

" "..."

"I'm asking you, where do you want to start touching?"

"Ugh... ugh..." With a wet wipe stuffed in her mouth, she couldn't answer.

"Then, let me check!" The leader's right hand reached into the flight attendant's collar.

"Ugh..." She might be refusing, but with the wet wipe in her mouth, she couldn't speak.

The buttons on her uniform came off, her shirt was torn, revealing her bra.

The leader made the flight attendant stand in the middle of the aisle, glanced at the passengers, and showed a smug smile, then grabbed the center of
her bra and pulled hard. The torn bra lay near Yosuke, trembling with fear. The stubborn Naomi stared
, dumbfounded.

Yosuke, faced with this situation, felt something beyond fear, something that surprised even himself.
What was about to happen? A sense of anticipation excited him.

The young flight attendant was completely naked from the waist up, and the passengers, now a striptease audience, were all watching her.

"Get this woman standing on the seat so the guests can see clearly!"

"Yes, boss!" the bald man replied immediately.

Like a slave at an auction, the young flight attendant stood on the seat.

"Please look carefully," the leader said, as the man with the mustache slapped the flight attendant's breast,
intending to make her lift her head and straighten her upper body.

"Ah…!" The flight attendant's face contorted in pain.

The man with the mustache was short, looked young, and was somewhat bald. After slapping her breast, he
jumped onto the seat and began playing with her nipples.

Yosuke felt like he was watching porn, and almost burst out laughing! Although he felt bad for the
flight attendant , he found it amusing, as it was the first time he'd encountered such a situation. Perhaps the flight attendant could consider it a training exercise! Naomi, who had been gripping Yosuke's thigh tightly, seemed to share the same sentiment, watching the mustachioed man's actions

with anticipation . Yosuke looked around; many passengers were still terrified, but others, like him, were hopefully waiting to see how things would unfold. What should have been a few minutes felt like an eternity to the passengers. "That's enough. Set this woman free!" The mustachioed man pulled a wet wipe . Yosuke could finally see the flight attendant clearly: a round-faced, cute beauty with her hair styled in a bun, which would undoubtedly be long if loosened; she wasn't very tall. The leader pinched her nipple with his fingers and began rubbing her breast. "Please…please don't do this!" the young flight attendant pleaded tearfully, her voice pitiful. He had expected her to cry out for help, but her voice was weak and powerless, perhaps she had lost even the strength to shout. Yosuke had anticipated a fierce resistance from the young flight attendant, so he felt a pang of disappointment. "Say your name." "..." The topless woman closed her eyes and didn't answer. "Didn't you hear me?" The young flight attendant still refused to answer. In fact, it was less a resistance and more an inability to speak from . At this point, Yosuke's interest in the unfolding events outweighed his fear. "The other flight attendants, could you tell this stripper's name... before I lose my temper ?" The leader pointed his gun at the temple of the passenger next to him. The old man, seeing the gun pointed at him, paled, trembled, and nearly fainted. At this moment, Reiko Uemura walked up to the leader, simply standing straight and staring at him without saying a word. Reiko's eyes were sharp, incongruous with her beauty. The leader glared back at her, and Reiko suddenly raised her right hand. "Slap!" Reiko slapped the leader across the face, making a crisp sound. The passengers held their breath, as if afraid to breathe , wondering how the hijacker would react. Unexpectedly, the leader touched his slapped face and smiled at Reiko. Yosuke had expected the leader to angrily beat Reiko, but he was wrong. "I'm asking this woman's name," the leader asked Reiko in a gentle tone, as if he hadn't been hit at all. However, this flight attendant named Reiko was too agitated; if the hijackers opened fire in anger, the situation could be serious. Perhaps it was a sense of justice that drove her to take this action, but in this situation, it was far too risky. From behind , her legs trembled slightly as she took this decisive action, showing that she was still afraid . "Her name is... her name is Tanida Kinue, she's a newcomer. Please, please don't hurt the passengers." "Tanida Kinue..." The leader stared at the young flight attendant again, a smug smile on his face, then turned to Reiko and said, "What's your name?" "..." Reiko didn't answer, still glaring at the leader, as if to say, "Can't you just look at the name tag on your chest ?" Reiko's defiant attitude towards the hijackers made Yosuke break out in a cold sweat for her. "Your name, say it out loud!" "I...I...Uemura...Reiko..." "Oh, what a beautiful woman!" Reiko became even more nervous after being praised by the hijacker.

At that moment, the man with the mustache standing beside her said, "Reiko, you take your clothes off for me too."

"What…" Reiko's body stiffened instantly.

Yosuke thought to himself, "Excellent!" He stared intently at Reiko, a smile spreading across his face.
Seeing this, Naomi pinched Yosuke's thigh hard.

"Ugh… what are you doing? This is the perfect time!" Yosuke scolded Naomi with a displeased expression.

"Teacher, what do you mean by 'the perfect time'…" Naomi frowned and looked around,
startled to find that the men sitting around her, like Yosuke, were looking at Reiko with excited eyes.

Reiko pleaded in a hoarse voice, "You can't do that… it will disturb the passengers…" "Disturb

? Look at their expressions."

Hearing the man with the mustache say this, Reiko looked around and couldn't help but show a surprised expression, as curious or
lecherous eyes were all focused on her.

"..."

"Look, the passengers all have this expectation. Don't forget, this old man's life, and your
lives are in our hands."

Reiko looked around with a pleading expression. Not only the passengers, but even the other flight attendants just
silently stared at Reiko.

"Hurry up, this is the last time!" The leader fired at the television in front.

"Ah!!" The passengers screamed, and broken glass fell on nearby passengers. Fortunately,
the bullet did not hit the glass or the fuselage, averting a disaster. Perhaps the perpetrators also had this level of knowledge.

Seeing this, Reiko resigned herself to her fate and began to take off her clothes.

"Hurry up!" the bald man urged impatiently.

Reiko seemed not to hear him, slowly pulling down the zipper of her skirt. She stopped halfway, preparing
to take off her flight attendant hat.

"Don't move, keep the hat." The leader ordered in a stern tone.

Reiko glared at the leader with sharp eyes, then let her skirt fall to her feet. This was a real flight attendant's
striptease, and in the sacred workplace—the airplane. The uniform hat was an indispensable
accessory , as it proved she was a flight attendant.

Yosuke felt incredibly lucky to have encountered such a situation. As long as he didn't resist, he probably wouldn't be
killed, and being a man, he was unlikely to be asked to do anything terrible, though he might get beaten…

Almost all the male customers shared the same thought, nervously watching how things would unfold.

Naomi rested her head on Yosuke's shoulder, looking terrified, but seemingly deliberately so; her eyes were
fixed on the flight attendant undressing.

Reiko lowered her head, her hands reaching behind her back to unzip her bra, but she
hesitated .

Then, the bald man's angry shouts rang out again: "What are you doing… hurry up and take it off!"

"Please spare me!" Reiko's eyes were filled with tears; her sorrowful voice and expression aroused
the latent desires of the male customers.

The bald man pressed the muzzle of his gun against Reiko's breasts through her bra: "Why aren't you moving? You should be serving the customers
properly."

The muzzle created a dent in the bra, and Reiko began to move again. Overcoming her shame, she finally removed her bra and threw it on
the ground, covering her breasts with her hands.

Just as Yosuke had imagined, Reiko's breasts were relatively small, but the round mounds of flesh were so white they had a sacred
feel , perfectly matching Reiko's aloof beauty.

"Take off the bottom too!"

Reiko's right hand left her chest and began to remove her pantyhose. It seemed difficult to remove them with only one hand; whenever she lost
her balance , her breasts, covered only by her left arm, would sway, eliciting suppressed sighs from the passengers.

Reiko, now only wearing a pair of panties, once again covered her breasts with her hands, the passengers' greedy eyes fixed on
her hands.

The leader gave the order: "Reiko! Strip that new flight attendant naked too, just like you."

Kinue, who had finally breathed a sigh of relief after escaping everyone's attention, now found that the torment of hell had returned
to her, and her face changed drastically again.

"Please spare me!" Kinue cried.

"No!"

Reiko lowered her head and stood silently in place.

"Hurry up!" The bald man lightly touched Reiko's back with the tip of his dagger.

"Ugh..." Reiko had no choice but to walk towards Kinue, standing in front of her with her hands bound behind her back. Kinue
looked at Reiko with a mournful expression.

Reiko probably told herself that when Kinue took off her clothes, the passengers would likely shift their attention. She lowered her hands from
her chest and pulled on Kinue's skirt. Kinue's expression immediately tensed.

Reiko unzipped the skirt, letting the dark blue fabric fall to her feet. The passengers' and the assailant's gazes focused on
one point. At this moment, Reiko felt her sympathy for this new colleague gradually disappear, even using this
action to dispel her shame. Especially because Reiko was cute and favored by her male colleagues, she was
usually somewhat arrogant, so now she felt a desire to teach this newcomer a lesson.

"Kinue, I'm sorry." Reiko's tone was distant.

Sensing this atmosphere, Kinue knew things were unavoidable and could only nod tearfully.

Reiko pulled down Kinue's panties and stockings together, and the passengers' gazes focused on Kinue's
lower body . Reiko sensed the situation from behind and continued pulling down, finally revealing a patch of dark hair on her mons pubis.

"Oh!" Yosuke let out a soft gasp. Naomi

glared at Yosuke after hearing this. Yosuke gave a strange smile and
looked down at . Naomi noticed and immediately covered that area with her hands, pouting and bumping into Yosuke's body.

Soon after, Reiko removed all of Kinue's underwear, revealing her beautiful naked body. Kinue, with her head down,
still kept her legs tightly closed, trying hard to cover her exposed triangle area. After removing all of Kinue's clothes, Reiko
couldn't help but squat down, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Oh...not bad body!" The bald man looked at Kinue's naked body with lecherous eyes.

There wasn't an ounce of excess fat, but the curves of her body showed the figure unique to a young woman. Her breasts and buttocks
were well-developed and even more striking than Reiko's.

"This body...it's irresistible." The mustachioed man standing to the side couldn't help but mutter to himself.

The leader gestured to the man with the mustache standing to the side, then walked towards the cockpit. Suddenly, the man with the mustache pulled down
his pants, exposing his lower body, and presented his erect penis to Reiko, who was squatting on the ground.

Reiko's face turned deathly pale, and the passengers watched with tense, wide eyes.

Seeing the erect, menacing penis approaching, Reiko couldn't help but turn her face away. The man with the mustache
seemed rubbing the head of his penis against Reiko's face, sometimes on her face, sometimes on her nose or eyes, slowly savoring
the wonderful sensation.

"It's rare for everyone to look at you like this, you should show some appreciation."

"Ah! Let me go!" Reiko pleaded tearfully.

"Nonsense, your mouth is naturally lewd, hurry up and lick my penis!" Not satisfied with just playing with
the beautiful flight attendant's face, the man with the mustache actually demanded oral sex.

Reiko felt she'd rather die than do such a despicable thing. Reiko had a beloved man,
whom she met , sharing meals and occasionally having sex.

In high school, although she had had relationships with older men, it was merely to show she had
grown up . She had never discussed such matters with her colleagues, and now at twenty-six,
compared to her female colleagues of the same age, Reiko's sex drive seemed rather weak. The man with the mustache actually demanded that she caress a man's genitals with her mouth!

Even when with her lover, she still felt a sense of aversion to such behavior. How could she possibly do
such ?

"No, I can't!" Reiko
pleaded .

"Hehehe! Flight attendants are indeed very impressive, but don't forget, everyone's lives are in my
hands." As the mustachioed man said this, the bald man pointed the gun at the old woman's temple: "
Old woman , although you are innocent, that Reiko is disobedient, so you'll have to go to the other world first."

Hearing the bald man's cruel words, the old woman almost fainted.

"Hate this arrogant flight attendant!" the mustachioed man added from the side.

After hesitating for a moment, Reiko finally opened her mouth in front of the mustachioed man's penis. The mustachioed man grinned lewdly,
grabbed , and inserted the head of his penis into Reiko's mouth.

"Ugh..." Reiko smelled the man's scent.

"Just holding it in your mouth isn't enough, you have to use your tongue properly."

Reiko was reluctant, but she had no choice but to move her tongue; disgust and fear made her movements very unnatural.

"You have to be more serious, you have to make a 'slurping' sound."

Reiko closed her eyes, grasped the base of the mustachioed man's penis with her right hand, and sucked it with lewd sounds. The audience
was silent; apart from the mechanical sounds, the only sound inside the plane was Reiko sucking on the penis.

"That's right, very good." The mustachioed man looked at the mouth that was sucking on the penis like a leech and made another request:
"Reiko, now take off your panties!"

"Ugh..." Reiko twisted her body with the mustachioed man's penis in her mouth, indicating her disagreement, but she didn't dare
to spit it out.

"Do you still want to resist now?"

The mustachioed man's threatening voice made Reiko's body tremble, and she sobbed, slowly pulling down her panties
. She was only wearing the flat shoes and uniform cap she wore on the plane, and then she continued to suck on the mustachioed man's
penis . As the plane rocked, the muscles in her thighs tensed, creating a pitiful yet alluring sight.

With Reiko's head shaking, the penis sucked into her red lips would occasionally slip out and dangle in front of her cute hat, her naked
body twisting in response.

Her vibrant lips chased after the penis; it was the first time Yosuke had ever witnessed such a seductive act of oral sex.

"Now…" The man with the mustache pulled his penis from Reiko's mouth, coating it with her saliva. The glistening
penis, with even more prominent veins, appeared thicker and more robust than before: "Stand up!"

Reiko had no choice but to cover her thighs with her hands and slowly stood up. The man with the mustache made Reiko lean against
the wall at the front of the cabin, lifting one of her legs with his right hand.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Her previously hidden vulva was exposed, and Yosuke couldn't help but lean his upper body towards it
.

"Your vulva seems quite horny, doesn't it?" the man with the mustache said, playing with Reiko's vulva with his left hand,
as if admiring an object. Reiko covered her face with her hands, clenching her teeth and silently enduring.

The man with the mustache moved his body slightly away from Reiko's front to give the audience a clearer view, then aligned his glans with
her soft vulva. He turned to the audience with a smug, lewd grin, and
thrust into her vagina.

"Oh!" Reiko moaned, her hands still covering her face.

The man with the mustache felt the tight friction of her vagina against his penis and began to slowly thrust in and out. With
this movement, a uniquely feminine fragrance emanated from Reiko's vagina. The obscene sounds of "plop, plop"
filled the entire cabin.

"Oh, quite a nice slut! How many men have played with your vagina?"

Reiko still covered her face, silently letting the man with the mustache play with her.

"Hey! Don't just stand there, hurry up and do it!"

"Hmm!! Oh~~" The bald man glanced around at the passengers, the stares piercing his skin,
almost causing pain.

"Ugh~~ Ugh~~" Kuremi suddenly let out a loud cry.

The bald man grabbed Kuremi's breasts and kneaded them forcefully. The bald man rubbed Juanjiang's breasts while licking her body.

Juanhong silently closed her eyes, offering no resistance.

"Lick...lick!"

Juanhong nervously opened her eyes to look at the bald man's lower body. His underwear was gone, and his penis
was still limp and hanging powerlessly between his legs.

"..."

"Quick! Lick it quickly!" Juanjiang silently squatted in front of the bald man, taking his shriveled penis into her mouth.

"Use your tongue properly to make my penis hard. Otherwise..."

The bald man seemed very concerned about the passengers' gazes, constantly looking around, beads of sweat streaming down his forehead. Juanjiang
had no choice but to stimulate the penis with her tongue, but the bald man's penis remained unresponsive. "How come you can't get hard when people are watching?" The man with the mustache mocked the bald man

as he thrust in and out of Lingzi's vagina . Lingzi's hands had now left her face, revealing her rosy cheeks, allowing the man with the mustache's penis to thrust in and out. "Nonsense...it's...it's that woman's too stupid!" "Ah!..." The bald man grabbed Kinue's hair, stopping her oral sex, and angrily shook her head. The man with the mustache looked helpless at the bald man's behavior, shook his head, and then continued to thrust violently into Reiko's vagina. "Ah...ah..." Reiko began to moan. " Kinue, come to the upper deck." The bald man grabbed Kinue's arm, pulled her to the upper cabin, and then pointed his pistol at the passengers, forcing them all to go down to the lower deck.

The upper deck was first class, more spacious than the economy class below. The bald man surveyed the empty space,
then, with a calm expression, turned to look at Kinue. His penis, unlike before, was erect and pointing skyward.

"Come here, lick it like before."

Kinue saw the gun pointed at her, and without a word, walked towards the bald man,
knelt , and took his erect penis into her mouth, filling it completely.

"Lick it with your tongue," the bald man roared, regaining his confidence.

In the empty upper deck, only the sounds of "slurping" could be heard.

"Hmm…you did a good job this time. You've done quite a few, haven't you?"

"Ugh…" The bald man grabbed Kinue's hair with both hands, thrusting repeatedly into her mouth. The large glans
touched Kinue's throat, and she desperately tried to suppress her nausea, continuing to lick with her tongue.

"Ugh…I'm going to…cum!"

Kinue tried to pull away from the man's penis, but her hair was held tightly, preventing her from spitting out the hard
shaft.

"Ugh...ugh..."

He tried desperately to protest, but the bald man was already trapped.

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