The fruit of humiliation

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This is a story that exposes the ugly side of human nature in Japan. A weak and helpless woman is humiliated by the powerful under the capitalist system. The whole story is detailed and full of sexual scenes. This story is well received in Japan, with the single volume selling more than 500,000 copies. It is sure to trigger the highest senses of readers.

(I)

It looks like it's going to rain! The sky outside the window suddenly became gloomy.

The rumbling of thunder sounded in the distance.

She walked to the window and looked at the sky outside. On the school's sports field, a group of track and field students were shouting and doing exercises in a line.

"Miss Nan, it looks like it's going to rain. We might get wet when school is over..." Second-year homeroom teacher and English teacher, Shimojima Reiko, told Nan Yoko behind her back.

"Ah, but I only prepared a small part of the lesson..." "

But when I stood on the podium, my face turned red, and I don't even know what I said to the students!" “

I’ve already taught two classes today… My hand holding the chalk is trembling, clicking and clacking. I try to calm myself, but then I think about all those eyes watching me…” Nan Yoko said.

Finally, it started to rain. The students on the playground all ran into the track and field club room next to the gymnasium.

Thick gray clouds covered the sky, and the thunder grew louder and closer.

The other teachers turned on their lights.

“Miss Nan, please go and prepare!” the principal instructed. Yoko jumped up as if flying.
“It’s raining!” Shimojima Reiko said as she closed the window. Yoko followed her and closed the window.

The clock on the wall showed 5:30. The students’ dismissal time was 5:45.

“Excuse me, I have to go now!” Shimojima Reiko returned to her seat and began tidying her desk.

Yoko returned to her seat two desks away from Shimojima Reiko.

Physical education teacher Yoshio Nagakura stood behind Nanami Yoko, patted her shoulder, leaned over and looked down at her face, asking,

"How is it? Have you gotten used to it after two days of practice?"

This physical education teacher was about 1.8 meters tall, with a muscular and imposing figure.

However, Yoko always felt she didn't like Nagakura. He also served as a life skills instructor. She had only observed him a couple of times and felt that the students were afraid of him and hated him.

But Nagakura's hand was resting on Nanami Yoko's shoulder. Through Yoko's shirt, she could clearly see that he was very thin.

"Oh! How should I put it? I've only practiced for two days, and my legs are still shaking!" Nanami Yoko said.

"But it seems the students are very interested in Miss Nan!" Nagakura said.

"Is that so?"

Yoko tried to avoid Nagakura's hand on her shoulder, and she slowly swayed her body, and Nagakura's hand slid down to her back.

"Especially the male students, they all get uneasy when they see a teacher as young as Miss Nan!"

"Wow! Mr. Nagakura! I bet you also have feelings for Miss Nan!" Reiko Shimojima said with a hint of sarcasm.

The shopkeeper quickly pulled out a lighter, leaned forward, and lit the lamp for the chairman. The chairman snorted and exhaled a puff of blue smoke.
Nagakura withdrew his hand from Nan's body.

"Ah, okay, okay... all done." Yoko's hand gripped the partition, feeling her fingers numb and painful.
"Mr. Shimojima, you're newly married, and you and your husband are all lovey-dovey, aren't you? At my age, I've already lost interest in my wife! How wonderful it would be to have a young and lively woman like Miss Nan!"

Nagakura shook Yoko's shoulder again and walked towards a corner of the research office. He picked up the microphone and announced to the students remaining on campus that it was almost time to leave.

"It's a terrible thing. Minami, you better watch out for those students! They'll cause trouble soon!"

"Ah..." Yoko glanced sideways at Nagakura. He had already gone to Minami's seat and started smoking.

The rain was getting heavier, the raindrops pattering against the windows, a sound that could be heard even in the research room.

"Ah...but..."
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, a blinding white light flashed across the campus, and the air in the research room immediately trembled.
"That's difficult. I remember now, when I first came to teach, I taught in the upper-grade girls' class.

" "The rain's getting heavier, everyone, I'm leaving now!" Shimojima Reiko jogged out of the research room.
Yoko left the research room and headed towards the principal's office. She brushed past three students in school uniforms; the three boys' collars were unbuttoned, and they were much taller than Yoko, who was only 1.5 or 1.6 meters tall. They stood there, staring intently at Yoko's back.
Yoko was still hunched over her desk preparing lessons. She was starting to prepare for tomorrow's class.

Her teacher, Yosuke Kagawa, who had been supervising Yoko for two weeks, went to the school's academic affairs committee as soon as class ended. He instructed Yoko to organize and summarize her teaching experience for the day and put it on his desk.

Yoko suddenly remembered Masahiko Otsu. A surge of heat rose in her chest, and Otsu's face appeared in her mind. "

I won't be able to see Yoko for two weeks," Otsu murmured to himself three nights ago, as he tightly embraced her. He had also bitten and sucked on Yoko's ear.
Her breasts under her shirt felt swollen, and her nipples began to itch. Her legs were crossed and clamped together under the table. Her thick thighs felt numb and tingly.

The school janitor, Watanabe Hiroji, entered. He was a man nearing seventy, with graying hair.

"Ms. Minami, the principal wants to see you."

"Is it me?" "

Yes! The chairman of the board is also there."

Yoko closed her textbook; Otsu's face faded from her mind.
Chairman Hisamitsu sat with his back to Kaberyu, opposite him sat Principal Ouchi, and Yoko sat between them, forming a triangle.

Yoko felt as if the three male students' gazes were piercing her back. She felt like she was being pricked by thorns, her whole body trembling with cold.

Just as Mr. Nagura had said, these students were undeniably interested in her, especially the male students, who stared at her with blatant, instinctive gazes.

She said that the students in her second-year class, as well as students from other classes she had taught, plus the three male students in front of her, all stared at her with lustful eyes.
"These days, kids value their school uniforms more than the lessons themselves! Almost all the high schools in the prefecture have changed the style and color of their fourth and fifth grade uniforms. So, our school is also researching this now."
It felt like she was being played with naked, sometimes she was so scared she curled up in a ball.

She knocked on the principal's office door. Perhaps because of the thunder and lightning, Lang Lingqing didn't hear anyone knocking; there was no response from inside.

Yangzi then knocked harder and said, "Excuse me!" "

Come in!" Lang Lingqing responded softly.

Yangzi felt her body was important, and her hand gripping the doorknob stiffened.

Beside the principal's desk was a tea set for receiving guests. Two men sat facing each other on the sofa. These were Principal Kazunari Ouchi and Chairman Takeo Hitomitsu.
Seeing Yoko enter, they remained seated on the sofa, watching her.

"Did you call me here?" Yoko asked.

"Miss Minami, please come this way!" Principal Ouchi shifted his position, gesturing for Yoko to sit beside him.
Principal Ouchi was thin, immediately giving the impression of being an educator.
"Ah, Chairman, another drink!"
Besides Yoko Minami and English teacher Rei Shimojima, three other teachers remained in the teaching and research office.

Chairman Hisamitsu was obese; he was the one who funded the school's operation.

"Excuse me..." Yoko gently sat down beside the principal. She tugged at her black skirt, placed her hands on her knees—where they were being stared at—straightened her back, and kept her legs tightly closed.

"How are things? Classes have started, haven't they?" "Principal Ouchi leaned back on the sofa, stretching out one arm as he asked her.

Chairman Hisamitsu, facing her, held a slingshot in his hand, stretched out his legs, and leaned back on the sofa.

"Hmm, I've taught two classes!" "

How did it feel to stand on the podium?"

"It's important, I don't even know what I said." "

Not really... but you'll get used to it soon. Once you get used to it, the internship will be over!" "

However, for me, the school really helped me a lot, allowing me to return to my alma mater for internships."

"Isn't it possible to return to your middle school for internships these days?"
"Most people can return to their alma mater, but a considerable number don't."

"Perhaps you're right..." Chairman Hisamitsu, who had been staring at Yoko's face, interjected.

Yoko's eyes left the textbook, she slowly pulled out her chair, and stood up.
"From now on, on the one hand, we will gradually reduce the number of students, and on the other hand, we will increase the number of teachers. Take our alma mater for example, perhaps we don't need so many teachers! But like Miss Nan, as a graduate of our school, and an outstanding student..." "

Ah, thank you!" "

No, what the principal just said was that after graduating from university, Miss Nan definitely wants to return to her alma mater, to bring in young and energetic teachers to shoulder the responsibility of cultivating young people for the future of Japan!" As Chairman Hisamitsu spoke, his gaze swept over Yoko's body from head to toe, as if he were admiring her figure. Especially when his gaze moved to her lower body, it was persistent and greedy, as if he was about to drool.
"How about it? Shall we all go with you for a casual meal?" Principal Ouchi leaned against Yoko and said.

"No, nothing else!"
A warm breath seemed to brush against Yoko's neck, causing her to flinch slightly. "

What's up?"

"Perfect timing! The chairman's coming along too!" "

Yes! Let's eat together! Didn't the principal just mention our school's new uniforms? We can get Miss Nan's opinion while we eat together, okay?" "

Yes! Young people have better vision than us older folks. You could say we can attract more students with better-looking uniforms," the principal said.

"That's right! Actually, we want to change the style of our uniforms next year. The boys can mostly keep their current uniforms, but for the girls, we'd like to change from gray to blue, or even dark blue, with a thick stripe down the collar, and larger pleats on the skirt! I'd like to hear Miss Nan's opinion." The principal pulled a large bag from under the table and untied the knot.
"Okay!" "Principal, please make a reservation at the restaurant!" Chairman Hisamitsu extinguished his cigarette in the marble ashtray.

Yoko returned to the teaching office; all the teachers had gone home. Yoko

took her handbag from a drawer in her large desk, then took out her comb and smoothed her slightly wavy long hair.

Just then, a flash of lightning streaked across the room, leaving a blank space before her eyes, followed by a deafening clap of thunder.
A small river flowed through the heart of the town. In early summer, fireflies would flit along its banks, but that time hadn't come yet.

If it wasn't raining, opening the window, listening to the gurgling river, and drinking a glass of wine would be incredibly relaxing.

On the second floor of a restaurant by the river, the principal had reserved the innermost table. The sound of a shamisen mingled with the rain.

At the edge of the town, there's a hot spring bathhouse and a lively street, so you can easily hire performers to sing and play music at the restaurant.

This is a Japanese-style room with eight tatami mats, landscape paintings on the walls, and a box for storing documents in the corner.

Yoko's hometown is at the foot of a mountain, only a fifteen or sixteen-minute drive from this restaurant. Her father, a former company employee, passed away three years ago, and she now lives with her older brother, sister-in-law, and mother.

Therefore, Yoko is familiar with this restaurant, but she has never been there. During her high school years, she would ride her bicycle to school past this restaurant.

"Is that so? Miss Yoko is from Tokogaku Academy, so her teaching practice is also back at her alma mater. However, lately, private schools seem to be better than public schools! My granddaughter will be entering middle school next year, and my daughter and her husband both say they want to send her to a private school," said the restaurant owner, a woman in her sixties, as she poured drinks for Tang Jiaoguang and Ouchi.
"Hey, let's have her take the test now. I think she might accept her... Boss lady! If your granddaughter wants to attend the prestigious Mizumoto Junior High School affiliated with Changguang Academy, I can recommend her!" Hisamitsu said arrogantly, his eyes gleaming. "

Thank you! I'll ask you for help again! Well then, everyone, enjoy your drinks!" The female shopkeeper hurriedly left.

"Hey, Miss Minami, another drink!" Hisamitsu grabbed the sake bottle to refill Yoko's glass, his gaze fixed on her seemingly even more piercing.

"No, I've had enough!" Yoko said.

"Young people these days can really drink! It seems like students always drink loudly and boisterously at class reunions. Look at those young people at Tokyo High School, how much they drink!" "Hey..."

Helpless, Yoko held her wine glass in both hands, as it was the school's board members and principal urging her to drink. Furthermore, she had been notified by the school that her teaching practice was being conducted by her Japanese language teacher, Yosuke Kagawa, and the final decision on her passing would rest with the principal!

Despite her resentment, she had no choice but to comply.

After Hisamitsu urged her to drink, the principal followed suit.

When drinking with her students or her lover, Otsu, Yoko almost always drank beer or whiskey; it was safe to say that nothing tasted better than sake. Therefore, after several drinks,

she felt a little drunk and began to feel dizzy.

"After graduating next year, you must come to Jōgaku Academy..."

"Okay, I will come then." "

This is one of the top educational cities in the prefecture. Hey, Principal! I'm sincerely asking for your help with the grading!" "The chairman said.

"Okay, Mr. Kagawa also told me about Yoko's evaluation." The principal said.

(Isn't this a conspiracy to pre-select me as the teacher? Then there's no point in practicing; I should just show my true colors and get the job!)

Actually, Yoko wanted to try harder to see if she had the ability to be a Chinese language teacher.

Yoko was a little more energetic. But she just wanted to get a passing grade. So, no matter what happened, she would just have to obey them, she told herself.

"But, Principal, what about the school uniform?" Hisamitsu asked, taking off his suit jacket as he looked at Principal Ouchi.

The tension between the two men was palpable, and Yoko clearly sensed it.

It was a gray school uniform with two green stripes on the collar, and the tie was also green.

Principal Ouchi spread the uniform out in front of his chest, examining it closely.

This action of the principal disgusted Yoko. She already had a terrible premonition.
Just then, a male teacher said, "I'm leaving now!" and left the teaching and research office.

"This is our school uniform now, and everyone thinks it's too plain and unfashionable—that's what the students say," the principal said. "

Really? I don't feel that way..." "

Perhaps there is a tendency towards that, but I don't find it uncomfortable," Yoko said.

Hisamitsu downed his drink, staring intently at Yoko. Perhaps due to the alcohol, his nose glowed red.

"Huh, me?..." Yoko became nervous. A chill ran down her spine, and her heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

Indeed, four years ago, Yoko had worn the same uniform that Principal Ouchi was now holding—but when was that?!

Yoko wasn't so opposed to wearing a school uniform. Yoko's idea was that female students looked more like girls in school uniforms than in Western-style dresses.

"Miss Minami, please try it on, as the chairman said!" "Principal Ouchi said in a commanding tone, stuffing the school uniform into Yoko's chest.

"However, I..."
"Miss Minami, this is for your alma mater!" Hisamitsu said, gulping down another glass of wine. Then his bloodshot eyes stared intently at Yoko.

Yoko began to back away; she always felt that making her wear her school uniform in this situation was an insult. She said,

"However, in this place..." "

Please go to Ryouya's room to change!" Principal Ouchi's voice seemed to pierce Yoko's eardrums.

Yoko trembled all over; she was like a lamb caught by a hungry wolf.

(Masahiko-kun, please save me! I really don't know what to do now!)

Yoko cried out in her heart.

(Being forced to wear a school uniform and standing in front of men's curious eyes is really unbearable!)
"Principal, can you let Miss Minami wear the school uniform and show it to us?" "If our school uniform suits Miss Nan well, is there any need to rush to alter it?" the chairman said.

Then she felt both surprised and frightened.

"Hurry up! After one practice session, Miss Nan will be a teacher at our school! How can you not seriously consider the school uniform issue?" Principal Ouchi shouted. He walked to the chairman's side and refilled his empty glass.

"Ha, ha, Principal, you don't need to shout so loudly! Won't this frighten Miss Nan?" "

However, the school uniform is a major issue for our school," the principal said.

Yoko stood up. Her face paled, her face began to twitch, and her whole body trembled.

(It would be better if she wasn't a teacher. It would be so much better if she didn't come to teach or practice!)

At that moment, Yoko really wanted to escape this place; she wanted to escape quickly and return to her hometown.

However, her hands clutched her school uniform, and her feet retreated.

The two men exchanged a glance and then pushed open the door to the room behind Yoko.

"Excuse me." Yoko, seemingly to prevent their lust from succeeding, slammed the door shut again.

Yoko turned around and looked back, and for a moment she cried out, "Ah?!"

In Lang Lingqing's room, there was a quilt as big as a double bed, and a bedside lamp beside the pillow.
Just moments ago, the early summer sun was shining brightly, and even with the window open,

it was still hot and she was sweating. (Masahiko-kun, what am I going to do? Help me! I'm sorry I didn't do my job—)

Yoko cried out silently in her heart. Her ears were focused on the door.

Yoko stood frozen in Lang Lingqing's room, clutching her school uniform to her chest. The quilt began to rustle and twist, a ray of sunlight brushed past her, and her knees began to tremble, making soft, crackling sounds.

The door opened, the back of the fluorescent light to the door, and someone stood with legs apart, asking,

"Aren't you dressed in your school uniform yet?"

"Wear it now, right now!" Yoko slammed the door shut again. Then she turned off the bedside lamp.

She thought of just putting the school uniform over her existing top. But that idea was impractical. She really regretted not wearing a t-shirt today.

She huddled in a corner of the room, curled up, and pulled off her t-shirt, pulling the school uniform over herself. She put the pleated school skirt over her own short skirt first, then took off her own short skirt.

So cold! It felt like her whole body was frozen stiff, and she could almost hear crackling sounds; her teeth were chattering. She quickly hugged her chest.

"What's wrong?" "Are you done changing?"

Yoko heard Principal Ouchi ask.

A beam of light shone into her eyes, and she grabbed the partition as if she were about to fall, barely managing to regain her balance.

"Ah..." The two men exhaled a breath of hot air simultaneously. A wave of fresh, warm air enveloped Yoko.

(I was being watched, being stared at by the two men's lewd gazes!)

The men's eyes were fixed on Yoko, like spiders spinning webs, capturing their prey, reveling in the suffering, struggling victim, and entwining her body.

And the men were deliberately putting on an act. Their desire for her to wear the school uniform revealed their perverse tastes of middle-aged men.
"Hey, come over here!" Principal Ouchi stood up and grabbed Yoko's arm. Then, he put his other arm around Yoko's shoulder, as if to embrace her. Yoko staggered unsteadily towards her seat.

"Hey, drink..." Hisamitsu gestured for Yoko to pick up her glass. Principal Ouchi poured her a drink.

Yoko trembled and swayed like a springy doll, downing the glass in one gulp. As she swallowed the drink, she felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, hurriedly opening her mouth wide and letting out a soft "ha, ha..."

Hisamitsu seemed to have been waiting for this moment. He took the opportunity to grab Yoko's shoulder, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her body.

Yoko could still faintly hear Principal Ouchi's voice.

Let her get drunk. Let her forget what happened here after she's drunk. With this thought in mind, Hisamitsu picked up the wine jug again and poured Yoko a drink.

"Ah, the school uniform suits Miss Nan's figure very well. Perhaps none of our school's students have worn school uniforms yet. It looks so fitting and appropriate," said Principal Ouchi. The image of an educator vanished completely, replaced by that of a lecherous beast.
(II)
"Really! Just as the principal said, Miss Nan is beautiful..." The chairman's hand seemed to part her hair, brushing her hairline and touching her neck.

"Is that enough? Can I take off my school uniform?" Yoko asked in a weak voice.

"No, no. I want you to wear it a little longer. We're in high spirits right now, enjoying our drinks to the fullest," the principal said. "

However, I want to take off my school uniform..." Yoko straightened her upper body, and Chairman Hisamitsu's hand stroked her back.
Yoko was too embarrassed to speak. She couldn't look the man in the eye; she only dared to stare blankly at the ceiling, but she couldn't focus, only feeling as if a white film covered her face.

"In the Chairman's eyes, Miss Nan must be a very good educator!" Principal Ouchi leaned forward, gesturing towards the Chairman. His eyes were fixed on Hisamitsu. The moment their gazes met, a sharp spark ignited.

"Chairman, I need to make a phone call..." Ouchi stood up. Yoko understood the principal's unspoken meaning, knowing this was a cheap farce.

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