Married woman and beautiful girl

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Chapter 1: The Rape Game Sunday in the Tennis Club Classroom

"What a terrible loss you made today!" Hama-Naka Kanako
shrugged, startled by the angry outburst from tennis club coach Nozawa.
"Is this how you're supposed to be a member of the Aoki Girls' High School tennis club?"

Having lost her first singles match in the prefectural high school tennis tournament, Kanako lowered her head speechlessly.
Aoki Girls' High School was known as a prestigious elite school, boasting high college entrance rates and athletic prowess. Tennis,
in particular was a traditional honor, yet Kanako had lost her first match to
a high school with only third-rate college entrance rates and athletic achievements.
"Hamanaka Kanako, you've brought shame to the Aoki Girls' High School tennis club! You should be ashamed!" Nozawa's
roar grew increasingly intense.
"I'm sorry, I'll definitely try harder next time."

"Good, try until you bleed. Without that kind of effort, your athletic career won't flourish."
Kanako was dissatisfied with these words. She joined the tennis club because she was tired from studying and wanted to get some exercise
, so she couldn't help but refute the coach's outdated ideas.
"But... I don't see sports from that perspective. I joined the tennis club as a
recreational activity..."
"You big jerk! A recreational activity? It's because of people like you that the reputation of our school's tennis club
is being insulted!" Nozawa roared again.

"This..."

Kanako really didn't understand why Nozawa was so angry. It was just tennis, just
part , and besides, she was only a first-year student. Losing in the high school prefectural games didn't warrant this kind of scolding.
Furthermore, being called to school on the Sunday after the game and being scolded in the clubroom...
Kanako couldn't fathom Nozawa's intentions. A puzzled expression appeared on her cute face. With her long lashes, big eyes,
high nose, and small mouth reminiscent of a cute rosebud, she looked like a doll.
"Hamanaka, aren't you going to reflect on your actions?"

Nozawa roared, looking Kanako up and down. Kanako's skin wasn't
tanned like an athlete's; it was translucent and radiant.
"I understand. I'll definitely work hard from now on."

To quickly end the unpleasant situation, Kanako said something to please Nozawa.
"Good, you have that determination. I'm willing to help you." Nozawa nodded in satisfaction.
"Then, let's start the special training right away!"
"What? Right now?"
"What's with that expression? Are you dissatisfied?"
"No… that's not what I meant…"

Kanako didn't finish her sentence, feeling that further rebuttal might result in even fiercer scolding. Kanako
looked at Nozawa with resentful eyes, secretly wishing she could go home, take a shower, and get some rest.
"Training should be as fast as possible; that's how you improve, understand?"
"Yes." Kanako could only nod.

"First, let's check your posture. Imagine you're standing on the court, striking a pose."
"Yes." Kanako assumed a serving stance.
"Your posture is not bad, but your body shape needs a slight adjustment." Nozawa kept circling around Kanako.
"Why do you need to change my body shape?"
"Your posture is good, but without the right body shape, it's hard to improve." Nozawa said seriously.
"What does that mean?"
"Your chest and waist curves are still too immature. You can't make a powerful smash with that body."
Kanako looked at Nozawa with confusion, not understanding what the coach meant.
"You're so stupid. I mean I need to modify your body curves." After Nozawa finished speaking, he came behind Kanako
and pressed his body close to hers.
"You need to open your waist wider, and your chest needs to be bigger."

Nozawa pressed his bulging groin against Kanako's buttocks and reached forward to rub her breasts.
"What are you doing! Please don't do this!" Kanako immediately turned around and pushed Nozawa away without thinking
.
"Ah!" Nozawa

seemed to have been pushed by a great force, his body swaying and his face hitting the table next to him. Compared to Kanako,
the burly man looked surprisingly fragile.
"Ouch...it hurts!"
"Coach, are you alright?"
"Call an ambulance!" Nozawa frowned, seemingly in pain.
"Call an ambulance? That's an overreaction!"
"You hurt someone and you're saying that." Nozawa yelled, looking up.
"Ah...I'm sorry..."

Kanako's face immediately turned pale as she saw that Nozawa's lip was cut and bleeding.
"I just wanted to instruct you, but you used violence on me for no reason. How can you take responsibility?"
"I just...because Coach suddenly did something erotic...I panicked..." "
Did I do something erotic? I just wanted to help you correct your posture." Nozawa glared at
Kanako and continued, "Go call an ambulance right now!" "
This...but..."
"After I get the diagnosis from the hospital, I'm going to file a police report."
"File what?" "
I'm going to sue you for assault, of course. The news media will be very happy, the tennis club will be disbanded, and
you'll be expelled and sent to a custodial institution."
"This...I didn't do it on purpose." "
Without witnesses, the police will believe the victim." "
No...wait a minute! ...This can't be done at the police station..."

Kanako's voice surprised even herself. Panicked, she couldn't think straight, only considering
the fact that she had hurt Nozawa and that filing a police report would damage the school's reputation, affect the tennis club, get her expelled,
and force her father, a prefectural assemblyman, to resign.
"How can you do that? Being afraid of violence and not going to the police is tantamount to giving up your civil rights."
The other person wasn't a thug; it was ridiculous for a grown man to talk about civil rights with a first-year high school girl .
The matter was too much for Kanako to think about.
"Please, Coach, just pretend this never happened."
"How can you? It did happen."
"I'm willing to do anything I can, so please, Coach..."
"This...this is a big problem..." He deliberately frowned, thinking for a moment, and said, "Alright. Since you
say so." He nodded, seemingly unwilling.
"Coach, really?"
"What can I do? I want to continue to uphold the school's reputation!" "
Thank you, Coach." Kanako finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"But there are conditions. I'll do anything you say."
"Yes, as long as I can..." Kanako looked at Nozawa anxiously, worried that something difficult might arise.
Nozawa was a school staff member, not a teacher. He had reached the national semi-finals in tennis during his student days, so the club
invited him to be their coach. He wasn't usually one to show off and didn't talk much, but once on the tennis court, his strong
personality became apparent, and everyone avoided him after practice. Kanako had rarely spoken to him before.
"We'll continue this special training like this, that's the condition, is that alright?" "
Yes."

Kanako agreed, thinking back to how Nozawa had touched her body earlier, perhaps she was just imagining things.
"Okay, let's continue with the posture and body shape check."

Nozawa pressed his body close to Kanako's back again, pressing his erection against her buttocks, and reaching
over to grab her breasts.
"Ah..." Kanako let out a soft cry, but didn't adopt his previous forceful attitude.
"As I said before, this is to modify your body shape to match your playing posture."
He rubbed Kanako's breasts with alternating strong and weak hands.
"Ah... don't do this!" "
You have to do it even if you don't want to, so your breasts will be fuller and your smashes will be more powerful."
"No... I don't want to have the power for my smashes either." Kanako twisted her body in refusal. "
From a coach's perspective, even if a player doesn't want to, they have to endure the tears and continue training."
Nozawa remained pressed against Kanako, continuing to knead her breasts. Even in her sleeveless sports top, her firm breasts were
palpable . "
Hmm, this won't be effective," Nozawa muttered to himself, pulling away from Kanako.
"Ugh..."

Kanako breathed a sigh of relief, but Nozawa's special training hadn't ended; it had just begun.
"Take off your shirt!" Nozawa commanded.
"Why?"
"Clothes are in the way if you want to improve your physique."
"No! It's just tennis practice, why do I have to do this?" Kanako glared at Nozawa.
"Fine, in that case, the special training is over. You can go home, I'll go to the hospital for a diagnosis,
and then we'll go to the police station."
"But... I said I wouldn't file a complaint."
"But there are conditions for accepting this special training!" "
But..."
"You need to understand, taking off your shirt or you'll be sued." Hearing Nozawa's shout, Kanako was startled.
"Take it off... I'll take it off..." Kana looked like she was about to cry, hurriedly unbuttoning her top.
"Take off your bra too."
"But..."
"I'm warning you, if you resist like this again, you'll stop training immediately, and I'll take you to the police station." "
Ah... I'm so embarrassed..."

Kanako had no choice but to unhook her bra, instinctively covering her chest with her hands.
"What are you doing there!" Reprimanded, Kanako quickly lowered her hands.
"Ah..."

Although still somewhat childish, Kanako's breasts were already full, reminiscent of fresh fruit.
"The shape is not bad, but as I expected, it lacks fullness and roundness." Nozawa stared at Kanako's breasts.
"Don't look at me like that... I'm so embarrassed..."
Not only men, but even other women had never seen breasts before, so Kanako blushed deeply.
"Start training immediately." Nozawa came in front of Kanako and reached out to grab her breasts.
"Ah...no..."

Kanako screamed, a chill running down her spine at the thought of a man's hand directly grabbing her breast
.
"Coach, please don't do this! Why is this special training?"
"Didn't I tell you? Your breasts need to be fuller and rounder, otherwise they won't fit your position."
Nozawa began to slowly knead her breasts as if enjoying the sensation. Although they were
small, girlish , they were still quite firm and elastic, easily deserving a three-star rating.
"Ah...no!" Kanako twisted her upper body, screaming. "
If you do anything lewd again, I'll complain to the Education Committee."
"Suit yourself, but you should know the impact the Education Committee and the police station have on society."
As he spoke, Nozawa's hand didn't stop; he smiled, seemingly confident of victory.
"That's...despicable..."
"I'm sacrificing my time for the players, doing special training. How is that despicable?"
Nozawa glared at Kanako with his triangular eyes.
"That's..."
"What is that? Tell me!" During this time, Nozawa's hands continued to knead her breasts.
"A woman's breasts only grow bigger when touched by a man."
"Ah... Coach... no..." "
Fuller breasts mean a more powerful smash, are you happy now?" Nozawa enjoyed the youthful, firm
breasts , a satisfied smile on his face.
Nozawa had been coaching at this school since April, and had set his sights on Kanako. He usually gave
the impression of being honest, but in reality, he was more lecherous than anyone else. In the past, once he set his sights on a target, he was sure to get it;
he considered himself a master hunter. Being pushed down and injured by Kanako this time was also a tactic he often used in the past.
"Big breasts aren't good enough; they'll become unbalanced, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, if the breasts are big but the nipples are small, it's unbalanced." "
I don't understand that, Coach…no…" Kanako twisted her body, trying to escape Sawano
's hand.
"You want to stop training and take me to the police station? Fine, I don't like wasting time like that." "
This…that's not what I meant…" "
If that's not what you meant, then that means we should continue." "
Then…then…"
"Tell me!"
"This…please continue…Coach…" Kanako answered reflexively, afraid of being sued.
"You want me to teach you, right?" Kanako had no choice but to nod.
"Then you should properly ask, say something like 'make the breasts and nipples balanced.'"
"That…that's too obscene…" "
What's obscene about it? Without balance, there's no good figure, and without a good figure, how can you have good posture?" "
But..."
"Don't make me say the same thing too many times. Do you want to be sent to a ward?" Nozawa roared. "If you
don't admit you're wrong, go to court and file a lawsuit. After you lose, you can go to a ward!"
"I don't want that..." "
No special training, no ward. You're really willful." Nozawa smiled. His eyes were still
sharp.
"Explain yourself!" The roar made Kanako's eardrums vibrate.
"Yes... please... make your breasts and nipples balanced... Coach..." Kanako was on the verge of tears.
"That's right."

Nozawa massaged her breasts again, pinching her cute pink nipples with his fingers and kneading them with his thumb.
"Ah... no... Coach..."

Her nipples, which reminded people of flower buds, hardened when pinched, which excited Nozawa even more.
"If your nipples were a little bigger, your posture would be even more perfect." Nozawa bent down and took her nipple into his mouth. "
Ah..." Kanako cried out, her body trembling.
Nozawa pinched her nipple between his lips and twisted it, licking it lightly with the tip of his tongue.

"Hmm, this tastes very good. The better it tastes, the better the shape and size will be."
Nozawa continued to caress her breasts while keeping the nipple in his mouth.
"Oh! No..."

Hearing the smacking sounds, her nipple was wet and sticky with saliva.
"Oh! Your nipple is hard. You lewd girl, you say no, but you're actually aroused."
"I... I don't feel that way..." Kanako said, blushing.
"Then how do you explain this? If you're not aroused, it won't get hard."
"That... that's... but I..." Kanako couldn't find the right words to answer.
Her breasts, which had never been touched before, were being rubbed, and her nipples were being licked until they were covered in saliva. It was a great humiliation. However,
it would be a lie to say there was absolutely no pleasure; there was a pleasant feeling, like having an itch scratched.
"It's okay, this is special tennis training; it doesn't require sex appeal."

Even at this point, Nozawa still used "special training" as an excuse, making it even harder for Kanako to argue.
"Okay, that's enough with the posture training. Now, take the racket and ball and practice the swing motion."
Nozawa's hand left her breast, and Kanako finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought she would continue to be teased, but perhaps she was just imagining things.
Maybe the coach simply wanted to train her tennis skills…

Nozawa's hand readily left her breast, leading Kanako to this thought, but it was too naive.
Suddenly, Nozawa pulled down her sweatpants and underwear together.
"Ah… what is the coach doing?" Kanako's voice sounded like a sob.
"I want to lend you my racket and ball."

After taking off her sweatpants and underwear, Nozawa stood before Kanako like a gatekeeper.
"Ouch!" "

Kanako screamed and turned her face away, because she saw Nozawa's erect penis towering high between his legs.
She only had a general understanding of male genitalia, and this was the first time she had actually seen one.
"What's your name! I wanted to lend you my most precious racket and ball." Nozawa suddenly grabbed Kanako
's right hand and pulled it forcefully.
"Hold the racket!"
"Ouch..."

Kanako screamed, but Nozawa used his strength to force her to hold the pulsating penis. Kanako
shook her head , the ugly penis in her palm still pulsating, which terrified her.
"No...no..." "
You have to remember, if you let go of the racket, that's when you'll be going to the detention center."
Nozawa's hand left, but Kanako couldn't let go of the penis in her hand. The word "detention center"
put immense pressure on her.
"Coach, please spare me, I'll go get my own racket." "
You lost the match using your own racket, that's why I need to borrow my precious racket.
Can't you at least look happy?"
"This... ah..." "
When using a new racket, you should try gripping it properly."

"This..." Kanako, worried about being told to stay in the ward again, could only grip his penis tightly.
"Don't move it, stroke or rub it, make sure you feel the sensation when you grip it."
"Um... yes..." Hearing Nozawa's words, Kanako hurriedly began rubbing his penis.
"Hmm, your hands are soft, it feels good, my racket is happy too." Nozawa narrowed his eyes
and nodded with satisfaction.
"Good, after your right hand gets used to the racket, use your left hand to hold the ball."
"…………" Kanako didn't understand and looked puzzled.
"Isn't it under the racket? The ball in the bag."
"This..." Kanako finally understood what Nozawa meant.

　Gently stroke it with your palm; this is my precious ball, you must cherish it.
"Coach... this will spare me, right..."
"How can you become a top player if you can't take it so quickly?" Nozawa used special training
as an excuse to force Kanako to do shameful things.

She had only lost the preliminary round of the high school league; why should she endure such humiliating training?
"Do you want to go to the detention center?" Kanako didn't even have time to think.
"Yes..."

Kanako hurriedly grasped his genitals with her left hand, immediately feeling a nauseous urge.
"Ah... no..."

Kanako was on the verge of tears, rubbing his scrotum in her hand while her right hand stroked his hard penis.

Chapter Two: Rape, Humiliation, and Obscene Special Training

"Coach, when will this special training end? Please let me go back." The humiliation made Kanako
's voice tremble.
"Okay, we'll end the training now."
"Really?"
Kanako couldn't believe Nozawa's quick agreement. Great...
But the good times didn't last.
"Sit down here." "Nozawa pointed to the floor and said.
"Yes." Kanako thought she was to rest, so she obediently sat down on the floor.
　"What are you doing! After practice, shouldn't you put away the equipment?" Nozawa glared at Kanako.
"But... the equipment..."
"You're so stupid, what else would you have besides the racket you just used?" "
But... putting it away means..." Kanako looked at Nozawa's crotch with a confused expression.
"How do you dispose of your racket after each practice?"
"I... put it in the bag..."
"That's right, just like usual, put it in the bag."
"This... but..." Kanako didn't know what to do.
"Isn't the bag here?" Nozawa ran his finger across Kanako's lips.
"No... no!" Kanako knew Nozawa's intention and loudly refused. "
How can you say no? After practice, of course you have to put the racket in the bag." Nozawa
gripped the base of his throbbing, hard penis and thrust it towards Kanako.

"No... Coach... don't do this!" Kanako screamed, turning her face away.
"I'm getting angry! Someone who doesn't even bother to put away their used racket properly should go to
detention !" Nozawa's roar vibrated in Kanako's ears.
"Okay... I understand..." Kanako was terrified and could only weakly agree. "
Fine! You need to be clear. Swear that from now on you'll put all your used rackets back in the bag." "Yes
... used rackets... I swear I'll put them back in the bag." To avoid the accusations and
the horrors of detention, Kanako had no choice but to obediently say it.
"Very good, that's what a truly honorable tennis player from our school should be like. Put the racket back in the bag." Nozawa
grinned lewdly, pressing his hard penis against Kanako's lips.
"No! Don't!" Thinking there was no way to stop it, she still screamed, unable to accept the pulsating
, ugly penis before her.
"You're such a nuisance, it's just putting the racket in the bag, can't you even do that?" Nozawa
thrust his buttocks forward.
"This isn't something a coach should concern himself with, but I'll have to help you."

Nozawa forcefully pushed his hard penis into Kanako's mouth, the glans entering her mouth.
"No...uh..." Difficulty sucking made Kanako groan as the warm
penis, carrying an unusual stench, entered her mouth.
"Oh..." Nozawa's penis plunged deep into her throat, almost suffocating Kanako.
"That's right, after using the racket, you should put it away." Nozawa gently twisted his buttocks, letting his penis
swirl gently in her mouth.
"Uh...uh..." Kanako frowned, struggling to breathe.
"Your bag is quite nice, my racket is happy."
"Uh...uh..." Kanako painfully tried to push the penis out with her tongue.
"I didn't expect you to be so good with your tongue. No wonder you're a first-year high school girl." Nozawa grinned lewdly,
wiggling his hips as he moved his penis inside Kanako's mouth.
"Ugh...ugh...sob..." The intense humiliation brought tears to Kanako's eyes. She couldn't understand
why had to suffer such humiliation.

"Coach, why are you doing this?" Kanako spat out the penis with all her might, asking the question.
"I told you, this is special training. I sincerely hope you can become an excellent player." "
But...what kind of training is this...ugh..." Before Kanako could finish speaking, the penis was forcefully
shoved back into her mouth.
She seemed completely unaware of her own worth... Nozawa chuckled to himself as he rotated his penis.

With a beautiful girl like Kanako by his side, anyone would want to pursue her; a man's desire has no reason.
"Don't stay still. If it's not easy to get into the bag, shake the racket vigorously to get it in properly
. " "
...Ugh..."

Kanako desperately tried to push the penis out with her tongue, which only gave Nozawa more pleasure.
"Your tongue is very good at moving, so the racket will stay in the bag happily."
Nozawa squinted his eyes comfortably and continued to twist his hips, letting the penis swirl in his mouth.
Kanako continued to move her tongue with tears in her eyes, when Nozawa suddenly grabbed Kanako's hair and rocked his hips back and forth, letting
his penis go in and out of Kanako's mouth.

"Ah...ugh..." The pain of the glans pressing against her throat made Kanako shed tears again.
"So good! The racket is about to burst..." Nozawa held Kanako's head with both hands to hold it in place, while increasing
the speed of his thrusts. The penis throbbed in Kanako's mouth and began to ejaculate.
"Ugh..." A large amount of fishy-smelling liquid was injected into Kanako's mouth. Kanako felt nauseous, but with her head
held , she couldn't spit it out and had to swallow it.
"Your bag is defective, you've ruined my precious racket." Nozawa pulled his
shrunken .
"Ah..." Kanako gasped for breath, and the remaining semen spilled from the corner of her mouth.
"You broke my precious racket, you have to take responsibility."
"This...this..." Kanako looked at Nozawa with resentful eyes.
"You'll fix it for me, right?"
"This..."
"Are you going to fix it or not?!"
"But...how..." "
It's simple, just put the broken thing back in its original state." Nozawa
brought his saliva- and semen-covered penis to Kanako's mouth and commanded, "Hurry up and fix it properly!" He forced Kanako to open her mouth and
put his penis inside.
"Ah...uh..." Smelling a fishy smell, Kanako frowned. Why do I have to suffer such
humiliation? Kanako couldn't understand men's physical desires and painfully shed tears.
"Why aren't you fixing it? You need to move your lips and tongue, hurry up." Nozawa's buttocks thrust forward, his curly
pubic hair rubbing against his lips, so Kanako had to use her lips to clamp his penis and rub her tongue against the glans.
"You have to lick it carefully, otherwise it won't heal. Oh..." Nozawa's penis quickly hardened, pressing against
Kanako's throat.
"Your repair skills are quite good." Nozawa nodded with satisfaction, then pulled his penis out of Kanako's mouth.
His penis, glistening with saliva, was fully erect, and he had only ejaculated less than two minutes ago—truly remarkable resilience.
"My racket is different from most men's. Even if it breaks, it can be repaired with a little work." Nozawa
smiled contentedly, rubbing his penis.

"This time, you must put the racket back in the bag even more perfectly." Hearing Nozawa's request, Kanako
nodded weakly.
"Alright, now take off your skirt."
　"This...why?"
"Because the bag we used before was defective and broke the racket, so now we need to put it in another bag."
"What is another bag?" Kanako was confused, not understanding Nozawa's words at all.
"There's another bag we can use, and that's your body." "
Ah... I don't want to." Kanako finally understood Nozawa's demands and cried out. She hadn't expected to be
forced to do such a thing, so the shock was even greater.
"Hurry up and take it off, are you going to take me to the police station?" "
That's despicable, threatening me like that." "
If you say that, the special training will be over, and you can go home." "
Ah... no... Coach... I'll take it off..."

Kanako was afraid he would mention the hospital, the intensive care unit, the police station... so she hurriedly took off her white dress.
"And your panties."
"This..."
"You're so stupid, isn't the bag in there? How can you hide the racket if it's not showing?"
"But..." Kanako wanted to cry again.
"If you resist me again, there's no room for negotiation. At that time, your school life will be over
." Nozawa's words pierced Kanako's heart like a sharp blade. She couldn't let that happen, so Kanako had to take off her pants.
"Ah! I'm so ashamed..." Naked in front of the man, Kanako could only cover her genitals with her hands.
"Let go of my hands!" The deep voice carried a powerful intimidating force, and Kanako's hands slipped away like a puppet.
"Oh! A very nice bag." Nozawa's eyes blazed with lust as he pushed Kanako's body to the ground,
his gaze fixed on her virgin garden.
"Ah...don't look..." Kanako cried out, writhing in pain. This was the first time in her life she had
exposed herself naked to a man. She could have done it if it were someone she loved, but now she was being forced by this despicable middle-aged man
. The humiliation and shame almost drove Kanako insane. Her mons
pubis, almost large enough to fit in the palm of her hand, was covered in soft pubic hair, and a thin slit ran through the center of her pink petals.
She was a genuine virgin...

Nozawa couldn't help but swallow, his penis hardening further, yearning to immediately penetrate her flower.
He barely managed to restrain himself from this impulse.
　"Is this bag defective?"
　"I don't know about that..." "
In that case, it's necessary to check the quality before collecting it." Nozawa parted Kanako's legs,
separating her petals, and lowered his head to gently insert his tongue into her slit.
"Ah...no!" Kanako screamed, writhing naked.

"No...please...no more..."
Nozawa held Kanako's buttocks tightly, his tongue parting the petals and beginning to lick her clitoris.
"Very good, this bag is top-quality." Nozawa's nose rubbed against her mons pubis, inhaling the scent of virgin flesh.
　"Oh...no!" Kanako's body leaned back, struggling desperately, her tongue wriggling inside her cunt,
a chill running down her spine. Nozawa continued licking, soon noticing her cunt begin to loosen, overflowing with sticky nectar.
"What is this sticky liquid?" Nozawa looked up, staring intently at Kanako's expression.
"No...no..."
"If you really didn't want it, the nectar wouldn't be overflowing. You must be a wanton high school girl." Nozawa inserted a finger between
her labia and mons pubis.
"Ah...no..."
"You say no, but the sticky nectar is getting more and more." The fingers moved in and out of her vagina, making
a soft, lewd sound.
"You must often use your hands to check the quality here, that's why you react to my fingers and
produce nectar."
"I didn't do that." Kanako desperately defended herself, feeling
disgusted , yet confused by her body's reaction. She didn't understand this situation.
"Coach...please stop." "
But your body seems to want more." Nozawa's fingers continued to stir inside her vagina, each time causing
thick nectar to overflow, making lewd sounds.
"Oh! It's already so hard, you lewd girl, you're nothing like a first-year high school girl." Nozawa
pinched her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it with the nectar.
"Ah...ah...no..." Kana screamed, the different movements of the fingers creating new
stimulation. Is this pleasure? An unprecedented sweet wave spread throughout my body.
"Ouch! No..." The scream turned into gasps, and Kanako twisted her body in distress.
The foreskin of her clitoris was peeled back, revealing a cute pink clitoris.
"Your clitoris is cute." Nozawa excitedly rubbed the clitoris with his thumb.
"Ah...ah...no..." Kanako's body trembled, and an even stronger stimulation rushed to the top of her head.
"Look at all this nectar...you're such a horny woman..." Nozawa smeared the nectar on her clitoris and rubbed it
incessantly .
"Ah...ah...Coach...no..." Kanako's breathing gradually became rapid, the stimulation and
pleasure mixed together, and she felt her mind go blank.
"Alright, today's special training ends here." Nozawa's hand immediately left, and Kanako breathed a
sigh of relief.
"Now I'm going to put my racket in your bag." "
What?" Kanako couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, she hadn't even had a chance to relax yet.
"You won't be surprised if I put my racket in your bag, will you?" Nozawa rubbed his penis,
a lewd smile spreading across his face.
"No! Absolutely not!" Kanako screamed,
trembling, . "Coach, why are you being so cruel to me? I didn't do anything wrong!" She glared angrily at Nozawa
for simply losing a game . 　　"What are you saying? I sacrificed my precious vacation to train you and improve your skills. You should thank me, not say I didn't." " 　　I didn't..." Nozawa's expression hardened, and Kanako could barely speak. " If you didn't, you should have asked politely. You should have said, 'Please put the racket in my bag.'" "I can't say that." " 　　Is that so? You'd rather go to the detention center without saying that?" Nozawa played his trump card again. "I'll say it... I'll say it..." Kanako cried out. 　　"Please... Coach, put the racket... in my bag, ah..." Threatened with accusation, Kanako uttered words of submission. 　　"That's right, putting away equipment after practice is the spirit of an athlete." Nozawa knelt between Kanako's legs, gripping his penis, pressing the glans against her cute pink labia. 　　"Let me go, Coach... please don't do this..." Nozawa held the struggling Kanako tightly , his penis slowly penetrating her. 　　"Oh... no... it hurts..." Kanako cried out in pain, her head thrown back, the hard penis penetrating deeper. "Please... no..." 　 The beautiful girl's tearful pleading only fueled the man's desire to conquer her; this was the most beautiful part of a virgin. Nozawa became even more excited, thrusting in forcefully. 　　"Waaah... no... it hurts... no..." Kanako cried, twisting her upper body, trying to move, trying to escape. 　　While enjoying the virgin's resistance, Nozawa wrapped his left arm around Kanako's neck and his right arm around her buttocks, thrusting his penis even deeper, reaching its hilt. "Ah...it hurts..." Kanako clenched her teeth in pain. 　　"My racket is completely inside your 'bag'." Nozawa twisted his penis, the glans rubbing against her cervix. 　　"Ah...no..." The intensified pain made Kanako cry out. 　　"Kanako, your 'bag' is mine now, admit it!" Nozawa's body , calling her name repeatedly. 　　"No...no..." Kanako struggled desperately, her lower body feeling as if a thick wooden stake had been driven into her center, a dull pain shooting towards the top of her head. 　"Kanako, this 'bag' is mine, isn't it?" Nozawa twisted his hips, thrusting his penis in and out, forcing Kanako to answer. 　　The insertion itself was painful enough; the thrusting brought unimaginable agony. 　　"Ah..." Kanako cried, writhing in pain, tears streaming down her face. 　　"If you want me to spare you, you have to admit this sac belongs to me." Nozawa twisted his hips, stirring his glans inside her. 　　"Ah...no...I said...so don't move..." Kanako trembled, desperate to escape the pain, she could only say, "This sac belongs to the coach..." 　　"You say 'sac,' I don't understand such abstract words. My penis is inside your vagina right now, isn't it?" Nozawa rotated his hips, a lewd grin on his face. 　　"No..." Kanako shook her head desperately, feeling ashamed at the obscene words. 　　"What's there to be ashamed of hearing what I'm saying? Aren't we having intimate sex?" 　　"Ah...don't say it..." Kanako cried out in pain, from a certain perspective, hearing lewd words was more shameful than the actual sexual act. 　　"Just say it more specifically! Say that Kanako's vagina belongs to the coach." "Nozawa, carried away by his triumph , demanded that Kanako utter obscene words, abandoning the pretense of special training and revealing his true colors. Chapter 3: Intense Rape and Torture on the Tennis Court 　　'No, I absolutely cannot say such vulgar things.' Kanako shook her head desperately, unable to utter those . 　　'It's fine if you don't want to say it, but I won't stop.' Nozawa twisted his hips more roughly, his penis thrusting in and out with a squelching sound. 'Ah...it hurts...no...' Kanako pleaded desperately. 　　'Unless you say that Kanako's vagina belongs to the coach, I won't stop.' Nozawa's glans twisted at her cervix , then thrust violently, repeating this over and over. 'It hurts...have mercy on me!' 'No! I won't stop until you say it, so say it now if you want to stop.' 　　'No! I can't say those words!' To endure the pain, Kanako bit her lip, trying to maintain her last shred of dignity amidst the agony that felt like her lower body was about to split open ." 　　"You're really patient, but I won't give in. Still saying no? You should say Kanako's vagina belongs to the coach!" Nozawa thrust in forcefully, seemingly trying to pierce her uterus, then pulled out abruptly as if scraping through tender flesh . Nozawa continued this violent thrusting motion.

"Waaah... I can't say those words..." Kanako desperately endured, not caring about being penetrated like this.
"You're such a stubborn girl." While continuing to thrust, Nozawa rubbed her clitoris with his hand.
"Ah... no... spare me!" Her body trembled, and amidst the pain and the gradually emerging strange pleasure
, Kanako, losing herself, breathless, repeatedly begged in a dreamlike voice: "Please... spare
me... ah..." "
Kanako! Aren't you going to say it?" While thrusting and playing with her, Nozawa's other hand caressed her perineum, and he even
inserted his middle finger into her anus.

　Kanako screamed, desperately twisting her body, pleading bitterly: "No... no... ah
... Coach... no..." Her mind was blank; subjected to such manipulation, her rationality had completely collapsed.
"I told you long ago, I wanted you to say that Kanako's vagina belongs to the coach." Nozawa revealed a smug smile, believing
victory was in sight.
"Ah... I said... so... don't torture me anymore..." Kanako finally admitted defeat,
her voice weak as she said, "It's... it's... the coach's..."
"What is mine? Without specifics, I can't understand." Nozawa launched another all-out
attack .
"Ah... it hurts... ah... ah... Kanako... Kanako's vagina belongs to the coach."
Kanako felt a fear that her body would be torn apart, and finally uttered lewd words.
"Is that so? Is this vagina mine?" Hearing the beautiful girl utter lewd words, Nozawa became even more excited and thrust even more
violently .
"Ah... no... I said I would stop... ah... no..."
At this moment, the sound of shoes being taken off came from outside. "Kanako, stand up." Nozawa hurriedly pulled out his penis, picked up
Kanako, and made her stand up.
*** *** *** ***

The sound of shoes being taken off stopped at the door.
"Is anyone in there?" The clerk's voice was heard. He was an honest man in his sixties, probably doing his
evening patrol of the school.
Nozawa lifted and held one of Kanako's legs, inserting his penis into her vagina while she was standing.
"You must be tired from patrolling." Nozawa pushed the door open a crack, only peeking out. "
Oh, it's Mr. Nozawa, coming to school on a Sunday." "
I'm giving the players some pointers. I just finished practicing and am putting the rackets in the bag." Nozawa slightly wiggled
his hips , inserting his penis deep into her vagina. "
Ugh... This is too much! How can anyone do something so cruel..." Kanako barely suppressed
the urge to scream; she couldn't bear to live if she saw this.
"You must be tired. I just thought I heard a scream, so I came to check." "
It's because the racket bag is too tight, it makes a strange sound when you insert it." Nozawa deliberately thrust his penis in and out, making a squelching
sound.
"It hurts... No...!" Kanako desperately tried to suppress her scream. "Oh! It is indeed
a very strange sound." "
New bags are like this until you get used to the racket." "
I see. Well then, I'll be going now." The clerk nodded and left.

*** *** *** *** "
Hmm... that was dangerous." Nozawa sighed in relief. Perhaps it was this stimulation that brought his excitement
to its peak, Nozawa almost exploded, he shouted happily: "Kanako, here I come." He hugged Kanako
's buttocks tightly and made small piston-like movements.
"Ah... no..." Nozawa's penis was deeply inserted into her vagina, and he began to ejaculate
the semen that had been held back for a long time. His penis throbbed, hitting the vaginal walls, and began to spray hot semen. "Ah... no..." Kanako
felt her lower body become hot, and the strong impact went straight to the top of her head.
"If you inject this hormone regularly, your waist will be fuller, and your smash will be more powerful, Kanako, you're
happy, aren't you!" "Nozawa seemed determined to ejaculate completely inside, still keeping his penis inside, greedily shaking
his buttocks.
'Ah…' Kanako let out a resigned sigh, feeling a
stronger sense of being violated at the moment of ejaculation than during penetration.

*** *** *** ***
Aoki Girls' High School is built on a hill, and because it fully utilizes the hilly terrain, it has preserved a small river, pond
, and forest. During lunch break, students go out to play and enjoy nature.
'Eat up, it's delicious.' Kawaji Fuyumi gave Kanako an almond chocolate, and ate a small piece herself.
This is by the small pond at the far end of the campus, where a pair of ducks are on the water.
Kanako silently took the chocolate, but didn't eat it, staring blankly into the distance.
'Kanako, you're acting a little strange.' Fuyumi turned to look at Kanako."
　Fuyumi, a third-year student and captain of the tennis team, noticed Kanako's lack of energy a few days ago, so she invited
her out at lunchtime to find out what was wrong.
"If you have any worries, tell your older sister!"
she said, addressing Kanako as her older sister when they were alone. Both were only children and were as close as
sisters. Fuyumi was tall and, due to her short hair, looked like a boy, but she was also a pure and innocent girl.
"Nothing's bothering me..." Kanako stammered.
Even if she tried her best to speak, she couldn't bring herself to say that Nozawa had raped her. Since that day, she had been raped almost every day. From
four days ago until yesterday, Nozawa had ejaculated inside her more than ten times. She tried to appear
cheerful in front of everyone, but Fuyumi still noticed.
"Do you have someone you like?" Fuyumi joked.
"No one like that..." Kanako shook her head weakly, sighing inwardly, "If only it were
that kind of worry." "
Really, nothing's wrong, don't worry, older sister." "Okay, I won't ask anymore, but if you really have
any difficulties be sure to come to me!" Fuyumi said, then lightly kissed Kanako's forehead.
　　"Sister, I'm sorry, I can't tell you the truth..."

*** *** *** ***
"What should I do? What should I do?" Kanako remained alone in the clubroom, agonizing. Nozawa's
threats weren't just verbal; the very next day, he showed her the medical report,
a diagnosis from the hospital stating it would take a week to heal. A week for such an injury seemed outrageous to Kanako, but there was nothing she could do.
　　"Ah… I might as well die…" "
Hamanaka, what are you doing! Get to the tennis court now!" Nozawa roared, pushing open the door, demanding, "
We need special training, hurry up!" Kanako reluctantly stood up.

*** *** *** ***
It was getting dark. The tennis courts near the woods were deserted; most club activities had ended, and
the campus was quiet.
"The hormone injection seems to be working." Nozawa squinted at Kanako. Although it had only been four days,
perhaps due to the continuous injections, Kanako's figure appeared more mature. Even in
tennis attire, her waistline appeared fuller; perhaps it was
just psychological. "Kanako, aren't you happy with the special training I give you every day?" Nozawa pulled Kanako into his arms
and kissed her .
"Mmm..." Kanako let out a low moan. Although she had resigned herself to it, she still felt disgusted by
the feeling , and a chill ran down her spine as he brushed past her from behind.
He made lewd, sucking sounds as he sucked on her cute tongue, during which Nozawa offered her saliva.
"Ugh...so dirty..." Kanako almost cried, but still swallowed the saliva. Nozawa's hand
slipped inside her sports shirt, caressing her breasts.
"No!" Kanako whispered in protest.
"They seem a little bigger; this is the result of my special training. You should thank me."
"Ah...Coach...don't do this..." "
Alright, I called you here for special training. Now, I'm going to change your posture. Hold the racket and get into position."
Nozawa surprisingly loosened his grip, but instead of giving Kanako a "racket," he gave her a real tennis racket. "
Yes, Coach," Kanako sighed in relief, picked up the racket, and assumed a hitting stance.
"Bend your upper body a little; a straight back won't be able to handle the opponent's smash." Nozawa pushed Kanako
's shoulder from behind.
"Yes." Kanako followed Nozawa's instructions, leaning forward.
"Good, then lower your waist and push your hips back." "
Yes, Coach." Kanako looked slightly puzzled but did as instructed.
There weren't any excessive demands today; perhaps this was genuine tennis instruction. Kanako breathed a sigh of relief, even
feeling a sense of anticipation.
"Good, that's a good stance." Nozawa crossed his arms, seemingly satisfied, and then said, "Stay
like that." "
Yes, Coach." Kanako obediently replied, thinking he was really checking her stance, but her thoughts were too
naive, because Nozawa's hand suddenly slipped into her panties.
"Ah!" "What are you doing?" It was too late to cry out, as her pants had already been pulled down to her feet. Kanako
pleaded in terror, "Instructor, please don't do this."
"This thing will interfere with the special training. From next time, don't wear briefs when you come. Understand?" Nozawa
squatted down , pulled down Kanako's briefs from under her feet, and put them in his pocket.
"This...this is..." "
Don't move! If you mess up the position we just set, I won't let you off easily." As if
to stop Kanako from turning around, Nozawa spoke first. Without giving Kanako time to think, he explained, "
Kanako, you have to remember! This position is the best for standing sex."
"What?" Kanako couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"This position allows the penis to enter the vagina smoothly." Nozawa unzipped his sweatpants, took out his
hard penis, and moistened the tip with saliva he spat on his palm.
"No...Coach! Don't do this!" Kanako felt the movement behind her and pleaded desperately. "
At this point, don't scream like that. You and I have already had this experience more than ten times!" Nozawa
chuckled , pressing the head of his penis against her labia.
"I don't want to be here…please…not here…" Kanako
pleaded, twisting her hips to escape. Being used as a man's plaything on the sacred court, being violated, she felt both
pathetic and miserable, only able to desperately beg, "Coach! Please don't do this…"
Ignoring Kanako's pleas, Nozawa lifted her miniskirt, hugged her smooth, round buttocks, and inserted the head of his penis into
her slit .
"Ah! No…ah…" Kanako's scream trailed off on the court. Nozawa's penis also
slid in with a soft, wet sound.
"Ah…no…"
"Your vagina is really good. It feels so good." Nozawa's eyes narrowed with ecstasy just from the insertion.
Kanako's vagina was small, and the tightness felt especially good. The inside of her vagina seemed to throb as if trying to push out a penis,
gripping it even tighter. Even without thrusting, there was pleasure. She was a top-tier specimen, one in a hundred. Nozawa

held her buttocks tightly and began to slowly thrust. His hard penis entered her tight vagina, and Kanako frowned , letting out a moan. Having been violated more than ten times, although she didn't feel the pain of the first time, her dry vagina still ached when violated. "No...no!" Her attempts to escape and her twisting only increased the pleasure. Nozawa attacked more forcefully , excitedly saying, "Kanako's vagina tastes so good, my penis is melting." Nozawa whispered lewd words in Kanako's ear, violently rocking his hips back and forth, his hands reaching forward to knead her breasts. "Ah...uh...no...no..." 　　"You're an idiot! Who in this world pulls out just because someone says no!" He thrust even faster, his fingers playing with her nipples. "No...no..." Kanako's voice echoed. 　　Nozawa grinned lewdly, pinching her nipple with one hand and kneading her clitoris with the other. 　　"No...no...Coach..." Kanako twisted her body violently. 　　"You horny high school girl, you're not satisfied even with your breasts, vulva, and clitoris being caressed at the same time." Nozawa grabbed Kanako's hair, turning her face towards him, and said, "Kanako, let's kiss, okay?"

After kissing her, Nozawa immediately thrust his tongue into Kanako's mouth.
"Ugh..." Kanako groaned in pain, humiliated on the sacred court,
tears welling in her eyes.

"Kanako, are you comfortable now? If you're not comfortable, you don't deserve to live." He thrust faster,
not forgetting to knead her breasts and clitoris.
"Ah...no...no...Coach..." "
Hmph! Someone who doesn't want it, yet she's leaking so much nectar." Nozawa mocked.
"Ah...that's..." Nozawa was right, Kanako couldn't refute it. Humiliation and disgust
tormented , but from some unknown point, a strange pleasure slowly welled up within her. Kanako truly didn't understand why she had to endure such
humiliation, and why she was leaking nectar. Helplessly, she cried out in her heart: "Why...why is this..." "
It's because you haven't yet experienced the reality of being a woman."
"But this sticky fluid is good proof that you've tasted the pleasure of sex as my woman," Nozawa teased Kanako as he thrust all the way in . "
No, no way!" Kanako refused to admit she was being humiliated and reacting to someone she disliked.
"What you think is your freedom, because at times, the feelings of body and mind are different." Nozawa
thrust , their genitals colliding with a crisp sound.

*** *** *** ***

"What are you doing here at a time like this?" A sharp, hysterical voice suddenly came from behind. Nozawa
stopped breathing for a moment. This was an old maid who taught Japanese literature; she believed that nothing but academic knowledge contributed to personality development
. From Nozawa's perspective, she was a stubborn woman.
"Seen by the most terrifying person… first the principal, then the education committee, then the police…"
Nozawa thought to himself. The thrusting stopped. Kanako knew she would be expelled.
"Oh! Because this student is too stupid, today is special instruction, haha!" "The penis was still inside, bringing their bodies
close together, and a cheerful laugh escaped her lips.
'Ah! I see!' The old maid didn't press further, only saying, 'A student's duty is to study,
it's about time she went home!' The old maid pushed up her glasses and glared at Nozawa.
'Hmph! Nearsighted, saved...' Nozawa breathed a sigh of relief, deliberately making 'plop plop'
sounds while casually replying, 'I know, send her home immediately, her studies are important no matter what.'
'Good to know.' The old maid left with a serious expression.

*** *** *** ***
'She wants you to go home early and study.' Nozawa twisted his hips, rubbing his glans against her cervix.
'Ugh...no...' '
Right! You don't want to study, you like sex, right?'
'Ah...Coach...please spare me...' '
Then just say I'm the kind of girl who likes sex more.'" "Nozawa rubbed and thrust at the same time.
'Ah...no...don't do this...no...' Kanako groaned, shaking her head weakly. With each
thrust of his penis, pleasure spread throughout her body. Although Kanako was furious, the moment of surrender
was approaching.
'Ah...no...'
'Don't pretend. With so much nectar flowing out, you have no right to say such things.'
With each violent thrust, intense pleasure rushed to the top of her head. Kanako could only weakly plead: '
No ...don't do this...' '
Then say it!' '
Ah...no...I...am a girl who likes sex...' she said subconsciously, her rationality beginning to
crumble, generating new pleasure.
'Ah...ah...no...' Kanako frowned, her slightly open mouth emitting a groan,
twisting .
'Oh! You've tasted it!' Nozawa narrowed his eyes, changing to a smaller thrusting motion." A
smug laugh echoed in her heart : "Now she's completely my woman..."
"Ah... let me go... let me go..." Kanako's intermittent moans
echoed from the dark side of the basketball court.

Chapter Four: Bondage, Rape, and Tearing of School Uniforms

"What on earth happened?" Seeing Kanako, listless with slumped shoulders and a tearful expression as she left
, Fuyumi frowned, deep in thought.

Seeing her recent listlessness, something must have happened, but no matter how she asked, Kanako wouldn't say. Worried about
her friend, Fuyumi couldn't help but secretly follow her after school that day.

*** *** *** ***

"Whose house is this?" Fuyumi wondered, seeing where Kanako had come from. It was a luxurious
fifth-floor apartment. Kanako had entered a side room on the second floor and didn't come out for two hours. Making sure no one was around,
she walked towards the room and saw the nameplate read "Nozawa."
"This is the coach's room..." Fuyumi was tense, so she felt a little disappointed. "
Was she called in to scold him...?" She thought about how Kanako's skills hadn't improved, so she might have been called in for
a reprimand, but then immediately thought no. If she were going to be scolded, it could have happened at school; there was no need to come to her
place.
"Could it be that Kanako has something on her mind and came to discuss it with the coach?" Kanako rarely spoke to the coach
, so it was strange
that she came to discuss something with him. "What's going on? Why did she come to the coach's apartment and stay for over two hours?" Fuyumi
couldn't figure it out. "I'll just have to ask the coach..." Fuyumi decided to ask the coach and pressed the doorbell.

*** *** *** ***

　　A moment later, Nozawa opened the door. It was still light, but Nozawa was wearing a bathrobe.
"I'm sorry! I disturbed the coach's rest..." Fuyumi bowed deeply.
"Oh! Kawaji! What is it?" Nozawa looked at Fuyumi with a puzzled expression.
"It's like this, I wanted to ask the coach about Kanako."
"About Hamanaka? Kawaji, come in and we'll talk..." Tomozawa immediately shifted his gaze, speaking in a casual tone.
"It's a very beautiful room." Fuyumi sat on the living room sofa, curiously looking around.
There were four-square-meter living rooms and bedrooms on either side of the kitchen; the doors were open, and the furniture was nice, but it lacked a homely feel.
The atmosphere was strange to Fuyumi. "What exactly happened with Hamaka?" Nozawa sat down.
"She seems troubled lately."
"What's bothering her?"
"I just saw her leave the coach's place, and I thought she was going to see him..." "
Hmm! You're the captain, you have to take care of every member, that must be hard work. Hamaka was indeed here not long ago."
Nozawa nodded seriously. Concerned about her friend's situation, Fuyumi was very attentive, craning her neck to listen carefully.
This action was so cute, Nozawa's heart skipped a beat.
"Hmm! This girl is not bad either." Nozawa looked Fuyumi up and down, a lecherous smile on his face. Her short hair gave
her a boyish look, reminiscent of the charming cross-dressing women in movies. He'd long wanted to make a move on her, but
her strong personality and fear of retaliation prevented him from acting. He hadn't expected her to come to him so readily, and a
tingling sensation .
"What's Kanako doing here?" Fuyumi asked the same question.
"Oh! She came to have sex!"

"What? What did you just say?" She heard it clearly, but thought she had misheard, so she hurriedly asked again.
"Are you deaf? I said she came to have sex with me."
"This... how could this be!" Fuyumi almost screamed, hearing such lewd words for the first time.
"I inserted my penis into her vagina, and she was so happy she went crazy."
"No!"
"She also leaked a lot of vaginal fluid, squeezing me and twisting her buttocks." "
I don't believe it! Kanako would never do such a thing." Fuyumi covered her ears with her hands and shook her head violently.
"Kanako is my woman, and I broke her hymen." Nozawa suddenly took off his nightgown.
　"Ouch..." Fuyumi screamed and ran towards the door. Underneath the nightgown, she was naked, and his penis was erect. Although she knew this, Fuyumi's mind went blank
as she saw it in reality for the first time . 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　Just as Fuyumi's hand grasped the doorknob, Nozawa, who had caught up, grabbed her. Nozawa said mockingly, "Kawaji, you're already a senior in high school, still acting like a good girl." "Ouch! Coach, what are you doing!" Fuyumi cried out. 　　Nozawa dragged Fuyumi back to the living room, pushed her to the ground, and said, "Didn't you want to know about Kanako?" Then Nozawa grinned lewdly and continued meaningfully, "I'll tell you what you want to know." Nozawa grabbed Fuyumi's body, a smug smile on his face, and said, "Kanako's vagina is now mine alone, understand? Kawaji !" "No! I don't want to hear it!" 　　"You don't want to hear it, but the truth is the truth. Kanako said no at first, but today she's showing an expression of ecstasy ." "Stop talking!" Fuyumi pushed away Nozawa's chest with a force she herself couldn't believe. 　　The other girl was a frail young woman who, caught off guard, was pushed to the ground. Enraged, Nozawa straddled Fuyumi and slapped her several times, shouting, "Damn it! How dare you push me!" 　　Still seething with anger, Nozawa turned and went into the back room, leaving only Fuyumi lying weakly on the floor, letting out a scream of pain. 　　A moment later, Nozawa returned with several ropes. He tied Fuyumi's hands behind her back, warning, "If you resist again, I'll strangle you." Although　　Fuyumi was currently exhausted and unable to resist, she was stubborn. Even with her hands tied , she might still do something harmful. Therefore, Nozawa cautiously tied her legs as well. 　　"Coach! What are you doing?" The pain of being bound startled Fuyumi, who glared at Nozawa and shouted. 　　"What if your wife comes back now?" "Fuyumi thought she had found a good excuse. 　"It doesn't matter, this is a place my wife doesn't know about." 　　He was the son of a wealthy landowner in the suburbs, an heir to a fortune, and very rich. This was a place he used to secretly play with women, hiding it from his wife. Nozawa grinned lewdly, admiring Fuyumi on the ground. Maybe she was even . Fuyumi came here after school, wearing her uniform. 　　"Like Kanako, she seems to have a good taste." Nozawa swallowed hard, his penis bulging with veins, almost bursting. 　　"No... Coach..." Realizing Nozawa's intentions, Fuyumi cried out in fear. 　　"When you took Kanako's virginity, she also cried no, but now, after more than ten times, she's tasted the pleasure of sex and is showing an intoxicated expression, wriggling her buttocks." 　　"That... is too much..." Fuyumi glared angrily at Nozawa. Kanako had just turned sixteen, her face and body still a young girl. Being raped by this middle-aged man, Fuyumi felt a pang of heartache. 　　"If you do that to me, I'll report you to the police or the education committee." Fuyumi thought she had found a good reason to make Nozawa back down. 　　"That won't do! If you get arrested, you won't be able to have your favorite sex." Nozawa seemed worried, but then he grinned and said, "I'll just have to do it a few more times before you report me and save it up!" Nozawa picked up Fuyumi and walked towards the door... 　*** *** *** *** 　　Nozawa excitedly pushed open the door while holding Fuyumi. "No...no..." 　　He threw her onto the bed. The double bed in the three-tatami-mat room seemed large. There were no blankets, only pink sheets, which looked lewd. 　　"This can't be!" Fuyumi struggled desperately, trying to lie face down, which was the only thing she could do, but her hands and feet were tied, and even turning over was difficult. "Why do you have to do such a cruel thing? We didn't do anything wrong!" " You and she are both beautiful and charming, that's why we did this!" " This...this is..." 　　"If it were an ugly woman, I wouldn't have done it! It's just that you're too beautiful, I'm not guilty." Nozawa Ichiki said seriously. "He's not mentally stable..." Fuyumi couldn't believe she'd heard such a thing. 　　"Fuyumi, it's rare that you've come to me of your own accord." Nozawa looked at Fuyumi and smiled smugly, now calling her Fuyumi directly.

"Don't call me that
!" Fuyumi said coldly, thinking she couldn't give him any chance.
　"Don't do this. You came here specifically because you're interested in me, right?" "
Don't talk nonsense. I'm just worried about Kanako..." Fuyumi retorted sharply.
But for Nozawa, this was part of the foreplay. Nozawa suddenly pressed down on Fuyumi and hugged her tightly.
　"Ouch!" Fuyumi struggled desperately.
"Hmm! You smell like puberty." Nozawa pressed his lips to Fuyumi's face, smelling the fresh scent of a high school girl.
Nozawa was naked, while Fuyumi was wearing a uniform.
"Ugh... ouch..." Nozawa's lips were on hers, and Fuyumi closed her mouth tightly, trying to push her tongue out.
Because it was an all-girls school and she was the captain of the tennis team, she was always busy and had no chance to date boys, so she had never even kissed.
She had never learned about this in this way before, and now that she was facing it, she was still very nervous, and since it wasn't
someone she liked, she wanted to resist even more. Because she struggled desperately, Nozawa pinched her nose.
"Ugh..." Fuyumi groaned in pain, but still desperately tried to endure it.
She'd rather suffocate than kiss this man. Though she thought this, she couldn't breathe and accidentally
opened her mouth. Instantly, Nozawa's tongue invaded.
"Ugh..." Her tongue, trying to push back, was sucked in.
"Her taste is wonderful..." Nozawa was so excited his saliva was dripping.
"Ugh...it's filthy..." Fuyumi frowned as the man's saliva flowed into her mouth.
"No...no..." She resolved not to swallow this filthy thing, but breathing was difficult.
"Ugh...it's so painful..." She tried to spit it out, but her lips were tightly pressed together, preventing her from doing so.
"Ah...I'm going to die..." Fuyumi involuntarily opened her mouth and swallowed with a gulp.
Fuyumi gasped, the feeling of relief causing her resistance to weaken. Nozawa took advantage of this opportunity to penetrate Fuyumi's tongue.
"Ugh...ugh..." Fuyumi groaned in pain as she was forcefully sucked in, thinking her tongue would break.
　Nozawa continued sucking on Fuyumi's tongue while simultaneously squeezing her breasts through her uniform.
"Ugh..." Fuyumi, her hands and feet bound, could only twist her body in resistance.
"Oh! Feels good!" Nozawa, after removing his mouth, satisfiedly caressed her breasts with varying intensity.
"Ah...no..."
"If anyone still stops after this, I'd like to see." Nozawa picked up Fuyumi and pressed his erect
penis against her inner thigh.
　"Ah...don't...Coach..."
At this moment, Nozawa was on the verge of exploding with excitement. Most men would probably
react ! He decided to penetrate her first and then slowly enjoy it, so he loosened the ropes binding Fuyumi's legs.
"Ouch!" The moment the ropes were loosened, Fuyumi screamed, violently swinging her legs in struggle.
Nozawa's hand, which tried to pull up her skirt, was pushed away by Fuyumi. When he tried to hold down her legs, he was kicked in the chest and fell to
the ground . Nozawa was furious, yelling, "What are you doing, you brat!" At the same time, he slapped Fuyumi several
times , making "Ugh..." sounds as
she resisted stubbornly. His knee flew up and struck Nozawa's lips, drawing blood.
"You won't give it to me no matter what, but I want it no matter what!" Nozawa said viciously.
Fuyumi was stubborn, and Nozawa was obstinate; the more she resisted, the stronger his desire became. He forcefully pressed Fuyumi down, tying
her legs .
"No...no..." she cried, resisting despite her legs being spread apart.
"It seems I can't use the same methods..." It seemed he couldn't use intimidation;
the best thing was make her face the reality of what had happened, so he had to succeed no matter what. Nozawa restrained the desperately resisting
Fuyumi, tying her hands and feet to the bedposts. Fuyumi was bound into an X-shape, lying on the bed.
"Fuyumi, resist if you want!" Nozawa smiled smugly, pulling her skirt up to her waist, revealing yellow
nylon panties.
　"You can't do this! Coach..." Just as she cried out, the sound of tearing fabric rang out.

"No..." The panties flew off her body in pieces.
"I understand the feeling of not wanting to be seen. Such a beautiful body, you want to keep it to yourself, you don't want anyone to see it." Nozawa
stared intently at that area. Whether to match her short hair or her original physique, Fuyumi's pubic hair was short and
sparse, making her vulva incredibly alluring. Nozawa had an immediate urge to penetrate her, but he barely restrained himself, taking another closer look.
"Ah...don't look..." she cried out in anguish. She had never seen it herself, nor had anyone else, and now this
despicable middle-aged man was showing it to her. Humiliation made her feel hot all over.
"Fuyumi, your vulva looks increasingly delicious."
"Ah...I can't look!" Fuyumi blushed deeply with intense shame.
"Let me taste something so wonderful first!" He grinned lewdly at Fuyumi.
The most vulgar words were most effective on this kind of woman, gradually eroding her reason through the torment of shame.
"Fuyumi, your vulva must smell wonderful!"

"Don't say that… I don't want to hear it…" Fuyumi's voice trembled; she would have covered
her ears if she could.
　"Now let me savor it slowly! I'll lick or suck." His face, between her legs, drew closer to her vulva.
"No… please… no…" Enjoying her cries, he brought his nose to her clitoris
, saying with emotion, "Hmm… Fuyumi's vulva does smell wonderful." He pressed his nose against her clitoris,
inhaling the fragrance of a virgin.
"Please, Coach… don't do this!" Fuyumi cried, writhing her body, which felt constricted.
"Nonsense! Just smelling it without tasting it is a disservice to yourself." Nozawa began licking her petals.
"Ah… no… no…" Fuyumi's body trembled violently.
"Fuyumi's vulva smells so good, the taste and feel are the best." He deliberately uttered lewd words,
making soft, sucking sounds as he touched the beautiful girl's vulva.
"Ugh...ah...no..." The humiliation of being subjected to this double assault made Fuyumi tremble.
It seemed to be working well, which was understandable; not only were she hearing obscene words, but her genitals, which no one had ever seen before,
were being licked by a middle-aged man, driving her to the brink of madness.
Nozawa's tongue licked the petals before penetrating the opening.
"Ugh... Oh... No...!" The terrifying sensation of the tongue wriggling against her lower body made Fuyumi cry
out .
"Her sexiness might even surpass Kanako's..." Nozawa chuckled to himself. Fuyumi's vaginal walls were quite thick,
soft like a spider web, wriggling as the tongue invaded. Nozawa frantically stirred with his tongue.
"Please... No..." Fuyumi seemed unable to bear the intense itching and began to wriggle her buttocks,
feeling utterly disgusted, but for some reason, a sweet sensation gradually welled up inside her, and at the same time, doubt arose in her heart: "
Why do I feel like this?" "
Hmph... With so much lustful fluid flowing out, you still say no, you lewd girl."
Hearing Nozawa say this, Fuyumi was speechless, because as he said, honey-like fluid slowly overflowed, and she could only
keep asking herself: "I really don't understand... why... am I reacting like this..." "
I never thought a high school girl would produce so much lustful fluid. Fuyumi's vagina is both lustful and promiscuous." "
Ah...don't say anymore..." Fuyumi cursed the instincts hidden within her, crying loudly at the same time.
"You're a virgin, aren't you? Don't you know why a woman's vulva is so wet?"
　"That kind of thing...I don't know..." "
You have the nerve to say that? You masturbate every night, don't you? You stick your fingers in your vulva and stir them around."
"I didn't..." "
Didn't? Then why is your vulva so wet?" Nozawa inserted a finger into her vulva, stirring it
incessantly .
"Ah...no...!" Fuyumi cried out, gradually losing her reason.

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