[Urban] Erotic Tales Series (Complete) - 2

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(12) Before the fear of that face could even reach her heart, a strange sensation began to coursing through Ryuko's entire body from some unknown place.

"Oh...it's working, it's tight, it's tight...it's wet, it's finally fucking wet!"

The red-haired boy excitedly stirred vigorously inside her flower, the now-wet honeypot still as tight as when she was a virgin, and with the added lubrication of her nectar, it immediately gave her male organ a heavenly bliss.

Every part of her body became sensitive, and her original erogenous zones would tremble with pleasure at the slightest touch. Ryuko breathed in a daze, her breasts feeling as if they were melting from the caress, and she couldn't help but make blushing sounds with her mouth stuffed with her underwear.

"Finally getting horny, weren't you looking like a saint just now! Huh?"

The boy straightened his back and slapped Ryuko's soft skin with his thin thighs, his movements as fast as a wild beast.

"Mmm...mmm—"

Reaching her first orgasm in the unexpected act of rape, Ryuko stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her muscles stiffening, her vagina contracting violently, an unbearable sweet sensation emanating from her cervix.

The blond boy chuckled and abruptly ripped the panties from Ryuko's mouth.

"Ahhh...melted...oohhh—"

Ryuko cried out shamelessly, her already soft and melodious voice now even more alluring than that of a professional adult film star.

"No, too tight...damn it!"

the red-haired boy cursed unwillingly, not having enjoyed this beautiful girl enough, but his penis, already throbbing with extreme excitement, pressed down hard on Ryuko's breasts, thrusting forcefully into those soft mounds of flesh.

The suddenly enlarged penis further stimulated the sensitive mucous membranes inside Ryuko's lower body, the bright red flesh tightly gripping the man's genitals, drawing it in with primal desires passed down through millennia.

"Oh oh oh oh..."

The boy's back arched backward, his legs below the knees straining as he thrust his massive penis deep into her soft body, letting out a wolf-like howl. Grasped and sucked by the surrounding tender flesh, his male organ began to ejaculate powerfully. His

throbbing penis, churning with ejaculation, stirred the depths of her honeypot. Before Ryuko could recover from the previous climax, she was pushed to a new peak. She opened her mouth, but the sound was choked back; her hands gripped the sheets so tightly they seemed to break, her body taut like a bowstring.

"Ha...ha..."

After ejaculating, the boy collapsed onto Ryuko, utterly exhausted. His still-twitching vagina pushed his softened penis out, the sticky white semen mixed with her honey-like fluid flowing backward, trickling around her light brown anus.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Ryuko's chest heaved violently. The intense pleasure made her dizzy, her whole body feeling weak as if she were lacking oxygen, too weak even to wipe away her sweat.

The red-haired boy looked at the beautiful, sweaty naked body beneath him, his penis too weak to continue. He could only click his tongue in frustration, climb off the bed, light a cigarette, sit down, pick up his phone, turn on the camera, and lazily say, "You guys go ahead. Make sure her face appears in the shot a few times."

Seeing the phone filming her disheveled state, Ryuko panicked and tried to cover her face, but the green-haired boy forcefully pulled her hands down and pinned them above her head.

The blond boy, not even bothering to remove his clothes, unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and climbed between Ryuko's legs.

Semen and vaginal fluid perfectly lubricated the entrance, and the young penis slid in effortlessly. Ryuko let out a pitiful groan, biting her lip to suppress the sound she had just made.

The young man was oblivious to the woman's reaction; the flesh surrounding his penis was indescribably beautiful, and he had to concentrate intently to avoid utter failure the moment he entered.

Lust was quickly reignited. Ryuko twisted her pale, naked body, unwillingly responding to the man's movements, her buttocks clenching tightly as she pressed against his weapon, the pillow beneath her suspended waist already soaked. The

honeyed passage deep within her body, now responding, became even more intoxicating. The blond-haired boy, already lacking stamina, impatiently stopped, his hands supporting Ryuko's thighs and spreading them apart, trying to loosen her tightness.

Ryuko, already on the verge of climax, let out a disappointed whimper, her two pale legs swinging back and forth, swaying her hips to urge the man on. This swaying caused her swollen clitoris to rub tightly against his excited glans, secreting a slippery fluid that coated it.

"Ah... I'm... I'm coming..."

This completely different pleasure instantly transformed the blond-haired boy's accumulated lust into the desire to ejaculate. He growled unwillingly, suddenly lunging down, biting Ryuko's soft skin under her armpit, forcefully clenching his teeth.

"Ah! Ah! Ahh!"

Pain and orgasm arrived abruptly, as if Ryuko's mind had been torn apart and then reassembled. Pain and pleasure twisted into a rope of lust, tightly binding all her will.

Inside her convulsing body, the penis began to ejaculate vigorously, and her clitoris, softened by orgasm, opened its mouth, pouring in a large amount of semen.

Damn it... no... not a safe period... Feeling the heat spreading deep in her lower abdomen within her uterus, Ryuko shed tears of grief and indignation, savoring the taste of regret amidst the sweet afterglow.

As the green-haired boy mounted Ryuko, the red-haired boy's penis had already hardened again. He straddled Ryuko's face, filming with his phone while making her perform oral sex on him.

With no room to refuse, Ryuko helplessly tasted the penis in her mouth, the penis still carrying the taste of intercourse, mercilessly piercing her throat.

Such a beautiful body seemed to energize the three boys. All night long, her snow-white naked body was subjected to various forms of play. When the three boys finally left, Ryuko's body was covered in semen and marks of being played with, like a broken inflatable doll, lying on the hotel bed, unconscious.

(Thirteen) Ryuko awoke not because she had gotten enough rest, nor because the hotel staff had woken her. It was a strange sense of oppression that directly stimulated her keen intuition.

She opened her eyes and looked around in panic.

A faint light was already filtering through the curtains; it seemed to be morning.

There was no one else in the room. Only scattered clothes lay beside the bed. Ryuko, naked and disheveled, got up, looking at her body, a wave of sadness washing over

her. Would peaceful days never return? Thinking this, Ryuko, like a walking corpse, stumbled into the bathroom and vigorously washed away the filth.

She kept rinsing her mouth, but the strong taste of semen still lingered, making her feel nauseous. Last night, each of the three boys had ejaculated into her mouth more than once, forcing her to swallow. She stroked her lower abdomen, feeling as if her stomach was almost completely filled with semen. Her stomach and uterus were both teeming with billions of sperm.

This kind of life was worse than death… Ryuko stared with bloodshot eyes, seemingly already seeing her future miserable life of being blackmailed for money and her body in the mirror. With those photos and videos in her hands, anyone could make her obediently lie in bed.

Drying herself, Ryuko drifted into the room, preparing to tidy her clothes and leave. As for what would happen next, she didn't dare to think about it. As

soon as she picked up her torn underwear, she felt that inexplicable heart palpitation again.

She whirled around and saw the man, his body shrouded in black mist, standing naked, a mocking smile still etched on his blurred face.

Anger made Ryuko almost forget her fear. She rushed at the man, pounding his cold chest with her feeble fists, crying out, "What kind of monster are you! Why do you keep hurting me! What did I do to offend you! Tell me! Tell me!"

The man didn't speak, but Ryuko clearly heard a demonic whisper in her mind.

"I am your human jealousy."

"Jealousy? What jealousy? Who's jealous of me?"

Ryuko was bewildered; she didn't understand the meaning of those words.

The man didn't intend to speak further. He reached out and grabbed Ryuko's hair.

The sharp pull at the roots snapped Ryuko back to reality. The monster before her wasn't human. Fear gripped her, and she began to shrink back, "No...no..."

The man's response was to throw her roughly onto the bed.

Bouncing and landing on the mattress, Ryuko's already aching and weak limbs felt like they were about to fall apart. She bit her lower lip and simply lay down on the bed. Since her body had already been played with like this, she figured she might as well let it be. This self-destructive thought made Ryuko completely give up struggling.

The extreme pleasure of the previous night, however, made her vaguely anticipate the monster's enormous penis.

Compared to the three boys who had just finished puberty, this monster was far superior in both size and stamina. Having already experienced the wonder of sexual desire and adapted to the pain of being tortured, Ryuko was no longer very afraid of the impending rape.

The man jumped lightly, bouncing onto the bed as if weightless, without even the mattress shaking.

"Do whatever you want..."

Ryuko groaned softly, closing her eyes.

The man lifted her up, making her lie face down on the bed, her round buttocks raised high, her legs spread wide apart, revealing her vulva and shameful anus clearly.

His cold fingers touched the tightly closed petals, sliding up and down along the cleft of the two tender lips.

A tightness ran down her back, and Ryuko gripped the sheets tightly, her breathing becoming rapid.

The finger patiently slid along, pressing against her sensitive clitoris as it reached the bottom. A few minutes later, with just this monotonous movement, fresh nectar overflowed from Ryuko's vulva.

"Ugh...so hot..."

Her body began to heat up, and Ryuko raised her hips, exposing her mature mons pubis, exuding a woman's scent, more fully to the man.

Ah...she's seen, she's seen everything... This shameful thought made Ryuko's lower back ache, and warm fluid secreted again around her clitoris.

The man pressed down on Ryuko's waist, the tip of his penis squeezing into her swollen vaginal opening, not penetrating deeply, but merely rubbing back and forth within those few centimeters of the passage. Still using your hands? How can that bring pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin real-life sex toy with highly realistic vulva shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

The genitals, still tinged with the effects of the drug, quickly responded, the moist, tender skin gently sucking on the penis like a mouth. The glans,

after a dozen or so thrusts, quickly went from dry to smooth.

The stimulation at the entrance alone was no longer enough for Ryuko. She gently swayed her hips, anticipating the rapist's deeper movements.

Anyone seeing this wouldn't think Ryuko was being raped; judging from her body language, she seemed more like the seducer.

However, the seduced penis didn't penetrate deeper; instead, it withdrew.

"Ah..."

Letting out a disappointed groan, Ryuko almost couldn't resist reaching out to guide the penis back into its previous position.

The penis pressed down again, but its destination wasn't the fragrant, moist female flower; the hard glans pressed forcefully against the tight anus.

“No…no, not there! Wrong…wrong…”

A counter-pressure surged from the end of her rectum, and Ryuko frantically crawled forward. The invasion of her excretory organs was utterly unimaginable to her.

The man didn't pull her back; instead, he grabbed her waist and followed her forward until they reached the headboard. Just as Ryuko tried to stand up, the man forcefully restrained her and continued to thrust in.

“It won’t go in…ahhhhh…it won’t go in ahhhhh!”

The flesh of her anus was forced inward, and Ryuko let out screams of agony. Her arms, gripping the headboard, were pulled straight, yet she still struggled to pull her body forward.

The man grabbed Ryuko’s hair again, pulling her back like a horse’s reins.

Ryuko’s back arched, her chest thrust forward, assuming a sexy pose. Releasing her hands, Ryuko, having completely lost her footing, was inevitably pulled backward. She tried to push the man’s hands away, but one arm was grabbed and pulled back even more forcefully.

The muscles of her tightly closed anus gradually parted under immense pressure, and the muscles in Ryuko's thighs stiffened as she desperately tried to escape.

"Ugh—"

A muffled, agonizing groan escaped her lips as an unimaginably enormous object suddenly entered her rectum. Ryuko cried out, her breasts swaying with the man's movements as she endured the horrific reality of anal rape.

The pleasure she had just experienced was instantly overwhelmed by the intense anal torture mixed with the urge to defecate. Her buttocks felt like they were about to split open, and Ryuko's cries became hoarse with pain.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! It hurts... I'm going to die..."

Amidst the continuous screams, Ryuko lost control of her bladder, a warm stream flowing down her thighs and soaking into the sheets.

With each pull, the walls of her rectum felt as if they were being turned inside out; with each thrust, it felt as if her lower abdomen was being pierced through her anus. The pain, like a file, relentlessly ground down her will, numbing her mind.

Unable to stay upright, Ryuko collapsed onto the bed. The man picked her up, laid her on her back, and lifted her legs, bending them towards her head. Her supple body assumed a yoga-like pose, exposing her swollen, red, and unable-to-close anus. The man swayed, beginning to violate her anus again in this position.

Shame and pain were approaching their breaking point; saliva mixed with white foam even began to trickle from the corners of Ryuko's mouth.

Suddenly, the man's movements stopped. Then, his entire body seemed to melt away, slowly softening, leaving only his still-erect penis inserted into Ryuko's anus.

Then, Ryuko felt the penis inside her anus begin to ejaculate violently, continuously. With each ejaculation, the man's body shrank, as if turning into semen and entering Ryuko's body.

Finally, only the penis remained, like a giant plug stuck in her anus.

Her stomach swelled up like she was pregnant, her lower abdomen filled with the monster's semen. Ryuko writhed in agony, but the penis stuck in her anus prevented her from expelling the fluid.

Suddenly, the penis felt like it was melting. Ryuko froze, then immediately got up, trying to run to the toilet. But as soon as she took a step, the penis completely dissolved into liquid. Her anus, unable to close in time,

gushed out a foul-smelling liquid mixed with feces like a water gun. Ryuko stood there blankly on the bed, letting the liquid excrement spray out of her anus.

Dirty, shameful, painful, sorrowful… negative emotions formed a thick spiderweb, tightly binding the beautiful butterfly to its center.

Ryuko stared blankly at the mirror opposite the bed. The naked woman reflected in the mirror was covered in yellowish-brown liquid, urine flowing down her thighs, and her feet were covered in a large amount of semen that the sheets couldn't fully absorb, along with scattered clumps of feces. She

stood there for an unknown amount of time, then ran her fingers through her hair and suddenly laughed.

Her laugh was beautiful and sweet, just like the day she won the National Beautiful Girl Contest.

With that smile, she walked step by step to the mirror, picked up the stool beside her, and smashed it against it…

(XIV) The same room, the same woman named Ritsuko Kawashita, but this time her face was filled with the glow of happiness, no longer showing any signs of weariness.

She held the remote control; the television was playing a press conference she had specially recorded and watched over and over again.

"Congratulations, Ms. Kawashita, on becoming the second female lead in this new drama!"

These words, accompanied by applause, sounded like celestial music to Ritsuko.

Although the producer had invited her to a hotel again, none of that mattered anymore. That little meatball, if you looked at him a few more times, was actually quite cute.

Beside Ritsuko lay many newspapers, some from days ago. She didn't know how many times she'd read them, but each time she read them, she felt the same pleasure as the first time. Headlines like

"National Beauty Commits Mysterious Suicide, Suspected of Being Sexually Assaulted by Multiple People!"

"Rising Star Dies Young, Three Suspects Arrested!"

"Shocking Inside Story! Nearly a Hundred Bodily Fluids Found on Asakura's Body!"

"Actress Dies After Being Gang-Raped at Night Due to Lack of Self-Discipline!"

occupied the most prominent positions in various tabloids.

Ritsuko carefully folded the newspaper and placed it on the coffee table. She stretched, preparing to dress up meticulously to please that very important "meatball." Just as she unbuttoned the first button of her pajamas, Ritsuko felt an unusual movement of air behind her.

She whirled around and saw a naked man shrouded in black mist. He was taller and thinner than the one she had seen before. The only difference was his blurry face, which seemed capable of changing shape in any form.

This wasn't the one who left her… Who was this? Ritsuko suddenly felt a chill. Looking at her own radiant smile on the television program, she suddenly understood.

At the same time, a ghostly, eerie voice entered her mind.

"I am the jealousy of you humans."

(end)

PS: I added an end to prevent anyone from asking what happened next. As a man, I don't want to answer that there's nothing more.

【[pos]The Devil's Camera of Erotic Tales】

(Zero) "Click."

With a soft sound, an image exactly like yours is imprinted on a wondrous medium by a sophisticated instrument. Every part captured is accurately and quickly transformed into an image.

It's as if another version of yourself has been locked onto a small piece of paper, locked into another space.

The camera is such a wondrous machine.

People who encounter a camera for the first time are filled with great fear, believing that the photograph that is exactly like themselves has stolen their souls.

Science tells us that this is just nonsense.

But when you hold your own photograph and carefully examine the individual in the photo, don't you really feel anything special? Is what's recorded on that small photograph really just an image?

Every camera is, in fact, an eye.

This is also a camera, but it's not a product of the real world.

It belongs to that wondrous world full of desire. What will happen when that man presses the shutter? Will it be erotic or terrifying, bizarre or interesting?

Let's watch quietly.

"Click."

(I) When he took out a new masterpiece from the darkroom, tissues were already laid out next to the bedding, and the vibrator, molded from the genitals of a famous AV actress, was placed in the center of the bedding.

Shinji Sudo untied the belt of his bathrobe, pinched the edge of the photo with one hand, and reached down to his genitals with the other, rubbing his increasingly engorged penis.

He stared intently at the photo, his eyes slightly red, and his penis quickly became erect. He lay down on the bedding, forcefully inserted his erect penis into the vibrator, and began kissing the photo in his hand, his buttocks swaying along with it.

Shinji Sudo was 20 years old, a college dropout, unemployed, and living a miserable life on the allowance sent by his parents.

He was handsome enough to have had three or four girlfriends, and had slept with all of them, but none of them could excite him like this.

Even though what he was holding in his hand was just a photograph.

The photo was clearly taken secretly. The beautiful office lady, engrossed in conversation with her friend, didn't realize her tight skirt had ridden up. In an occasional, unconscious leg movement, a tempting slit appeared at the base of her full thighs.

His lens captured this seemingly ordinary moment.

At the end of the deep slit, a hint of purple could be faintly seen.

That must be the office lady's underwear, and inside, it must be filled with the mature scent unique to a woman her age. Just thinking about that scent made Shinji's penis throb and swell.

He loved mature, voluptuous beauties, like ripe peaches in autumn. But with his abilities, he could only lure naive, ordinary-looking high school girls into bed. Even when he brought them to multiple orgasms, Shinji felt no satisfaction.

He wanted to see real women writhing and moaning beneath him.

Imagination became his only outlet. He began to secretly take photos, searching for women who could arouse his lust in the bustling streets of Shibuya, the noisy entrance

to Disneyland, and the sleazy alleys of Ginza. Then, he would find the most alluring angle and silently slip the photo into his camera. After developing the photos, he would masturbate like he was now, imagining penetrating the woman's body in the photo, until he was almost at the peak of climax, then pantingly he would pull out his penis and spray his semen onto the photo.

(II) Working at his friend's coffee shop wasn't Shinji's original intention, but he really needed the money.

His camera had broken.

He took it to a repair shop, only to be told it was beyond repair. He had no choice but to put buying a new camera on his schedule.

Shinji was a young man with a strong sex drive; in the days without a girlfriend, masturbation was more important than brushing his teeth before bed. But now he had lost the source of his sexual desire.

The glamorous actresses writhing on the screen only provided him with direct stimulation, far less than his imagination or the reality of candid photos; he quickly grew tired of them. The women in those contrived photoshoots were all quite attractive, but the excessive retouching lacked the realism he preferred.

After a few weeks, neither of those things could ejaculate him.

And his salary wouldn't arrive for another ten days; it would take at least two months' worth of that salary to buy him a camera he was satisfied with.

Such days are unbearable to even think about.

His friend's coffee shop is next to a bustling office district, and during lunch breaks and after work, many attractive office ladies (OLs) drink coffee there. Shinji is often particularly enthusiastic in serving them, not because he wants to try and catch the eye of any OL, but because he wants to sneak peeks at what's inside their collars while they're looking at their orders, imprinting it firmly in his mind as material for his masturbation that night.

The rest of the time, all Shinji can do is mind the shop. In those empty spaces where even hanging up a "Closed Today"

sign wouldn't result in any financial loss, he can only stare blankly at the bustling crowd outside. This day, Shinji didn't see a single female customer he found attractive, let alone anyone's breasts or thighs. Bored, he returned to his shabby apartment and

started considering whether to buy a new photobook. Just as he unlocked the door to get his money and started thinking about whose photobook to buy this time, his foot kicked a long, flat package wrapped in brown paper.

There was no sender, no postmark or stamp, just like a piece of trash shoved in through the pet entrance as a silly prank, lying haphazardly on the floor of the entryway.

He picked it up and shook it; it was heavy, making no sound. It felt hard and metallic to the touch, a metal box about the size of a wallet.

Whether it was a new sales tactic or some strange bomb, he'd only know by opening it.

So he opened the package.

And there he was, a camera.

(III) Shinji had never seen this kind of camera before. The entire silver casing lacked any logo or necessary specifications. The camera's setup was also very strange; there was only one button—the shutter button—and no power switch. At the bottom was a narrow slit that seemed to directly output film, but there was no paper slot. The entire body couldn't be opened, and there was no battery or anything like that. It

couldn't hold film, so it was supposed to be a digital camera, but after searching the casing, he couldn't find a port to connect it to a computer.

The only opening was a small hole, just big enough for Shinji's little finger to fit through. It was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see anything clearly because the camera was so small; the hole was almost as thick as the camera itself.

He hesitated for a moment, then stuck his little finger in, wanting to feel what was inside.

After inserting one knuckle, a sharp pain shot through his fingertip. Shinji cried out and pulled his finger back, revealing a needle prick wound, like one he'd had at a hospital for a blood draw.

"What the hell! Who's playing a prank!"

he muttered in annoyance, about to toss the metal box aside, but just then, the metal cover covering the camera lens slowly opened.

He hesitated, then peered through the window on the back of the camera. The scene being photographed was indeed visible, no different from any other camera.

Anyway, it was a new camera; he'd use it until he got a suitable one.

Bored, Shinji lay on the sheets, pointed the camera at the ceiling, and pressed the shutter.

There was no sound; it was truly a perfect camera for candid photography. About ten seconds later, a photograph slowly emerged from the narrow gap.

It wasn't the kind of photograph taken with an instant camera; it seemed as if the developing process had been completed inside the camera body, and the photograph was simply ejected.

He picked up the photograph and examined its clarity.

The photo was clear, without any distortion, but Shinji had a strange feeling looking at it, as if the photograph sensed his emotions, carrying a listless and listless feeling.

It wasn't the emptiness caused by a lack of focus, but a genuine sense of boredom.

This feeling made him a little uncomfortable, and he casually tossed the photo into the trash can.

Now that he had a camera, he should try something serious. Shinji rubbed his hands together, picked up the camera, walked to the window, and began looking down at the street. He wondered if

this strange camera could focus that far from the fifth floor, but he'd give it a try anyway. Although he hadn't even discovered the focusing function, Shinji still began searching for his target downstairs. If he could only capture a blurry shadow, he'd have to go out and buy a photo book. Shinji thought to himself, his gaze fixed on a woman across the street waiting for the traffic light to change.

His eyesight was always excellent; he immediately recognized her as the most striking woman in his field of vision. Although there weren't many people around, her figure was undeniably good, and her looks were above average—better than nothing.

He pointed the camera at the woman and then gasped in astonishment.

It wasn't just the clarity of the image, as if viewed through a telescope, nor solely because the focus was automatically locked on her; the most important reason was that the woman in the frame was completely naked!

(IV) Shinji abruptly looked away from the camera, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. The woman was clearly fully clothed.

Was he seeing things?

He shook his head in confusion and brought the camera back to his eyes.

Then, he saw the woman's naked body again. Completely naked.

The deep red areolas of her full, round breasts were clearly visible, and the pubic hair between her legs, trimmed neatly into an inverted triangle shape, was clearly due to the high-cut swimsuit. Even her shoes were not visible in the shot; her heels were suspended in the air, her calves straightened by the high heels.

The traffic light must have changed; she raised her wrist as if to check her watch, then took small steps towards the crosswalk.

Shinji, his mouth dry, suddenly realized his chance was gone. He decisively pressed the shutter. The scene flashed before his eyes, then abruptly returned to reality, as if everything before had been a hallucination.

"If only I hadn't pressed the shutter!" Shinji regretfully pounded the windowsill, then noticed that the woman in the shot had stopped, a puzzled expression on her face, and was looking in his direction.

"How...how could I have been discovered?" Even as he thought this, he instinctively hid behind the window.

Even if, by a mere one in ten thousand chance, he were discovered, his actions would seem suspicious no matter how he explained them.

*Hiss...* The photo slid out, its smooth, white back facing up. Shinji sighed regretfully, flipped the photo over, and then his eyes widened in surprise.

Everything he'd just witnessed wasn't an illusion. The young woman in the photo, just stepping to cross the street, was completely naked, just like he'd seen before. Although the surrounding scenery was blurry, the woman's naked body in the center was captured very clearly; it felt like if you zoomed in, you could even count the pubic hairs at the base of her thighs.

Instantly, a fire began to burn deep within his lower abdomen. He excitedly pressed the photo onto the table and went into the bathroom to shower.

Tonight, looking at this photo, he could probably have a couple of rounds!

Just as he finished washing his vibrator wrapped in a towel and was about to lie on the bed and start looking at the photo, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Shinji instinctively shoved the photo under his pillow, hurriedly covered his already lubricated genitals with the blanket, and walked to the door, peering through the peephole as he asked, "Who is it?"

A hesitant voice came from outside, "Um... is Mr. Sudo home?"

At the same time, Shinji recognized the person at the door—it was the woman in the photo, a rather delicate and voluptuous woman.

She must have seen her name on the nameplate. But why was she here? He nervously chained the door and opened it.

"You…are you Mr. Sudo?"

The voice was calm, yet tinged with a strange anxiety.

"Yes, I am. I'm already asleep. What do you need?"

he replied curtly, feeling somewhat guilty, given the nude photo of the woman before him right under his pillow.

"Um...excuse me, I...can I come in and take a look? I...I just felt like someone...someone did something to me from this room. I..."

She looked like she was about to cry, her cheeks flushed. "I...I...I feel something's wrong."

Shinji was a little panicked, but quickly feigned innocence. "Miss, this should be our first meeting. I don't think I could have done anything to you. If there's nothing else, I think I should go to sleep."

After saying that, he immediately closed the door, leaning against it and panting.

Could it be that whoever the camera photographs will have a feeling?

The woman outside the door still didn't want to give up, calling Shinji's name again and again.

Shinji didn't dare to respond, just stood there leaning against the door.

After more than ten minutes, the woman finally fell silent in disappointment, leaving with a slight sob.

Only then did he return to the bed with peace of mind, take out the photo, and stare greedily at the woman's full breasts and elastic thighs in the picture. In the daze before ejaculation, he even felt that the naked woman in the picture was trembling slightly as if she were alive. For the first time ever,

he didn't ejaculate on the photo; he couldn't bear to waste such a picture.

After masturbating three times, Shinji stretched out his limbs contentedly, pressed the photo back under his pillow, and fell asleep peacefully. (V) The next day, the photo was gone. Shinji searched every corner of the house like a madman, but still couldn't find even a trace of it. If it weren't for the magical camera still beside him, he would almost have thought that last night was just a strange dream. He picked up the camera and examined it, but couldn't find the switch, and the lens cap was closed. He wanted to study it a little longer, but his eyes caught sight of the alarm clock that had been slapped onto the tatami mat. "Damn it! I'm going to be late!" Shinji hurriedly dressed, and when he went out, he naturally didn't forget to take the camera with him. Compared to the balcony at home, the coffee shop would undoubtedly provide better material. Just thinking about the snow-white flesh wrapped in those seemingly dignified mature OL suits made Shinji's crotch throb with excitement. More than Shinji's lateness, his friend was more concerned about the delay in his plan to pick up girls in Shibuya. He hurriedly left the shop with Shinji, changed into a shiny, metallic outfit, stuffed a whole box of condoms into his pocket, and left, forgetting even to call someone to replace the broken welcome bell at the door. Shinji, however, wasn't envious at all. Even if those weird, self-proclaimed trendy girls took off their underwear right in front of him, he wouldn't be interested in even glancing at them. The empty shop gave him ample time to examine the camera in his hand. After carefully observing it several times, Shinji finally made up his mind and cautiously inserted his little finger into the small hole again. "Hiss!" Sure enough, another sharp pain shot through him. Shinji withdrew his finger; his fingertip felt like it had been sucked by a child, and blood was seeping from the wound. And the camera, it actually turned on! Not knowing when the camera would turn off again, Shinji panicked. Now, who should he photograph? He ran quickly to the floor-to-ceiling window facing the street, his eyes searching through the crowd. Soon, a young woman who looked to be in her late twenties came into view. She was strolling with an ordinary-looking female companion, a gentle and shy smile on her face. It wasn't very hot yet, and she was wearing a thin sweater, which clung tightly to her round, full body. Her waist wasn't particularly thin, but her round, plump hips accentuated her curves perfectly. Beneath her black skirt, two long, straight legs stretched out, the brown stockings softening their curves and giving them an alluring smoothness. That's her! Shinji raised his camera without hesitation, locking onto his new target. Sure enough, what appeared in the lens was another completely naked, snow-white body, while the ordinary woman beside her remained unchanged in the same shot. This wasn't just a camera; it was practically a magical artifact that understood its owner's will! Shinji trembled with gratitude; without even needing to adjust the focus, the lens locked onto the area and distance that perfectly highlighted the female protagonist. Something must have fallen on the ground. The young woman squatted down, and Shinji took a deep breath. As she stood up, he pressed the shutter without hesitation. He excitedly ran back to the bar and held the photo in his hands. The woman's body, her hands supporting her knees, elbows naturally pointing outwards, her proudly erect, full breasts exposed to Shinji's gaze without reservation. Although her legs were tightly closed, obscuring her most mysterious private parts, a glimpse of her dark, bushy triangle only added to the space for imagination. Perhaps... he should hang up a "Closed for Today" sign and go to the restroom to masturbate first. Shinji thought excitedly, one hand clutching the photo, the other already reaching into his pants, stroking his already erect penis. This woman is obviously married; her nipples are so big and sexy. Her husband must rub them every day to give them such a beautiful shape. Lost in his fantasies, Shinji completely failed to notice that someone had entered behind the bar. Because they were soft, slipper-style casual women's shoes, they didn't make much noise when he walked. It wasn't until the photo was suddenly snatched from his hand that Shinji realized with horror that the woman in the photo was now standing behind him. She turned the photo around with a somewhat angry expression, her almond-shaped eyes scanning the contents. "I...I..." Shinji's mind went blank; he tried to say something but could only futilely squeeze out a few pronouns. Would he be taken away by the police? Or would she be extorted for compensation by her husband? Countless thoughts raced through Shinji's mind, waiting for the woman in front of him to deliver her final verdict. But no words came out. Instead, Shinji heard a soft moan, almost like a groan. He recognized that sound; he used to have a girlfriend with very sensitive breasts, and if he pinched and twisted her small nipples a couple of times, she would make that cute moan. Shinji suspiciously shifted his gaze upwards, secretly glancing at the woman's expression. She seemed to be enduring something; her breathing appeared rapid, her chest heaving like ocean waves. Her earlier anger had vanished without a trace, and her kind eyes were misty, as if she might burst into tears at any moment. Her slender eyebrows furrowed slightly, her small lips, painted with light lipstick, were pressed tightly together, and her long, white neck suddenly twitched, as if she had swallowed something. "Where...where is the restroom?" she asked, but it was this question that came out of her mouth.

Shinji, though puzzled, pointed to the end of a narrow corridor.

She immediately ran over, her steps unsteady, clutching the distorted photograph tightly in her hand, a sight that pained Shinji.

Shinji slumped down on a stool behind the bar, imagining every possible scenario, each one filling him with despair.

A good ten minutes passed, and the woman still hadn't emerged.

Had something happened?

Shinji put the camera back in his pocket in the changing room and strode towards the restroom.

Just as he raised his hand outside the door, he heard a suppressed moan escape.

His eyes widened in surprise. He carefully unlocked the door and entered the women's restroom. The sound became clearer, emanating continuously from the closed stall.

Shinji, barely daring to breathe, stepped onto the sink, carefully climbed up, and peered through the crack above.

Due to the angle, he could only see a back. A woman's back was sitting on the toilet, her clothes rolled up to her armpits, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin on her back.

His mouth suddenly went dry. Although he couldn't see much more, he could guess what the woman was doing from the constantly swaying hips.

Opportunity!

The thought flashed through his mind immediately. Without hesitation, he got out of the bathroom, rushed to the door, hung up the "Closed for Today" sign, locked the door, and then ran back into the bathroom. He gripped the doorknob with both hands, took a deep breath, and twisted it hard. The door wasn't locked!

Without hesitation, he unlocked the door he had intended to break and pulled open the fragile door of the toilet stall.

(VI) Shinji never dreamed that he would one day see such an alluring sight.

The plump and tall young woman was curled up on the toilet seat with the lid on, her knees tucked in and her legs spread out. One hand was holding onto the cold tile, while the other reached into the depths of her fair skin.

She looked up, startled, at the doorway, her eyes filled with despair, as if she hadn't expected to be seen at this moment, yet also with a strange sense of relief.

Her thin sweater and shirt were rolled up under her armpits, crumpled and huddled together. She wasn't wearing a bra, only two nipple covers resting on the toilet tank lid behind her. Her smooth, round breasts sagged heavily under gravity, making her deep cherry-pink nipples stand out alluringly.

Her skirt was tucked up to her waist, and her stockings were pulled down to her ankles, just above them. Her thin silk panties were stretched taut by her parted legs, forming a small bridge between her beautiful legs along with the equally stretched stockings.

Her face was flushed, as if she had a fever, and her eyes were watery, as if she was about to cry. She and Shinji looked at each other, and time seemed to freeze.

Shinji swallowed hard, stepped into the toilet stall, and slowly closed the door behind him, locking it with a click.

She looked up at him, the fear in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a subtle anticipation.

Her lips were even redder and more alluring than before, and Shinji couldn't help but imagine how lewd she would look when those small mouths held his penis.

He unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper of his pants, unbuttoned them, and let the excess fabric fall with gravity. His

hard penis, already erect, eagerly protruded from his checkered underwear.

"You want it too, don't you?"

Shinji said, looking at the photo next to the nipple covers, his voice low and husky, filled with desire.

She blinked, slowly withdrawing her hands from between her legs, and slowly sat up, leaning forward, her hands resting on his legs. Her movements were slow, whether from hesitation or a slight lapse in concentration, it was unclear.

She didn't speak, but instead pressed her lips to his underwear. Through the slightly rough fabric, her soft, wet tongue began to trace the shape of his penis within the underwear.

"Mmm..."

Shinji thrust forward with pleasure. Although he hadn't yet experienced actual sexual pleasure, just seeing this woman making such a move beneath him made him feel like he was about to explode with excitement.

Her tongue slid from the base of his penis to the tip, her lips parted into a bright red "O," and she lightly kissed the glans through his underwear before moving forward until her mouth gently bit the waistband.

She looked up at him, her eyes almost dripping with tears, and twisted her small chin, slowly pulling down his underwear with her mouth.

This bold move made Shinji's penis involuntarily twitch twice. Immediately, a slightly sweaty hand grasped his penis, her slippery palm applying just the right amount of pressure to the swollen base, stroking it towards the glans.

"So hard..."

she moaned softly, her desire intensifying. Her tongue traced the veins on his penis inch by inch, carefully kissing every fold between the glans and foreskin until the entire glans was covered in her saliva. She stopped, lifting her face to stare intently at him.

Clearly, she wanted something softer and more delicate than his mouth.

Shinji didn't hesitate to kick his pants aside, pull down his underwear, and lean forward, placing himself on the water tank behind the woman.

As his body covered hers, she suddenly hugged his waist. He paused, then felt a tingling, numbing sensation on his chest—her soft lips covered his nipples, her nimble tongue teasing the buds on his chest.

Shinji groaned and enjoyed it for a while before reluctantly pulling away.

She stared intently at his crotch, hesitated, then shifted her hips forward, leaning against the water tank behind her, raising her legs, and pulling off one stocking and underwear, leaving those bulging things hanging on her other foot. She placed her feet on the walls on either side, and finally, her voluptuous and alluring secret valley was fully revealed to Shinji.

It was like a sensual dream, making Shinji so happy that he almost lost the sense of reality.

At the end of her smooth, white thighs, the skin turned a slightly darker color, and the hair at the base of her legs grew thicker from the outside in. The smooth skin swelled smoothly in the center, and the plump mound of flesh resembled a split peach, wrapped with a wet slit. Somewhere above the slit, two small labia were closed together, wet and crooked to one side, like a butterfly drenched in rain. Her clitoris, which had been played with by fingers for who knows how long, swelled with excitement. With the woman's rapid breathing, the tender red vaginal opening hidden in the slit slightly opened and closed, and a glistening trail of mucus originated from that alluring opening, flowing all the way to the buttocks flattened by her weight, even wetting the area around her anus.

"No...don't just...look."

Her breath sounded strained, as if she felt ashamed, but she still urged him on, reaching her hands between her thighs and parting her wet petals.

"Haa...haa...I...I'm coming!"

Shinji seemed to suddenly realize something, panting heavily, lowering his body and bringing his waist close to the woman's crotch.

It was wet, hot, and extremely sensitive there; the moment his glans touched the opening, the tender flesh at the entrance reflexively contracted. He impatiently grasped the woman's breasts, stroking her sweaty, smooth skin, and pushed his penis inside.

The extremely excited vaginal opening wasn't so easy to penetrate. The angle wasn't ideal, and the abundant vaginal fluid made it too lubricated. On the first attempt, the glans actually slipped out.

She trembled slightly, appearing somewhat nervous.

This woman... probably has a husband. Would she be this wanton when played with by her husband? Shinji suddenly had this thought. The body in front of him, which might belong to someone else, gave him a twisted pleasure. He aimed at the slippery secret shell and pushed again.

"Ahhh... ahhh—in, in..."

The woman arched up suddenly, her hands wrapping around Shinji's neck, letting out a high-pitched, wanton cry.

But Shinji clearly saw something glistening in the corner of her closed eyes.

His intuition told him that those weren't tears of joy. fxcm bookstore

(seven) But soon Shinji couldn't care less about that. The burning flesh cave gripped his penis tightly, and even when he wasn't moving, the tender flesh inside seemed to have its own consciousness, writhing eagerly.

With his penis inside such a captivating woman's body, aside from the brain cells responsible for sexual intercourse working overtime, the rest of his skull was probably on vacation.

So Shinji didn't think about why this woman had become so wanton, whether the photo was related to this, or what consequences this sexual intercourse might have.

He was only thinking about one thing: thrusting, thrusting hard.

None of his previous girlfriends had ever given him such intense desire; the pleasure of his penis rubbing against her vaginal walls far surpassed any previous sexual encounter. He was completely immersed, wanting to bury himself entirely within that soft, moist cavern.

"Ugh... Ugh... Harder, please, harder!"

Her nails dug into Shinji's back; whenever his penis pierced her swollen clitoris, her fingers curled tightly, scratching bloody lines like a cat in heat with his movements.

Her sweaty skin was as smooth as the toilet seat. Her naked body slid down a little, her buttocks now suspended in the air, only maintained in a semi-reclining position by Shinji's vigorous thrusts. Her feet could no longer grip the wall; as if Shinji had softened them, they hung limply on his arm, her feet, clad in panties and stockings, swaying rhythmically.

The subtle change in position made intercourse more difficult, and her lower body, soaked as if she had urinated, offered no positive assistance. After what seemed like the umpteenth time his penis slipped out of her opening, she impatiently pushed him away, "You...you get up, let me change positions."

He thrust a couple more times, unwilling to give up, and then stepped back a little.

Her face flushed, she glanced at Shinji's erect penis, covered in a semi-transparent fluid, so much so that it seemed about to drip. She licked her dry lips, shuffled her feet into her shoes, stood up, turned around, and bent over, her hands gripping the toilet bowl. She raised her plump buttocks, now stained with red marks, high in the air, and spread her legs.

"From...from behind. I'm tall, so...this way it won't fall out easily."

"Okay."

Shinji held the white, fleshy mound, aimed at the central slit, and thrust in forcefully.

"Ugh—"

The new angle seemed to stimulate areas she hadn't been able to reach before; she let out a long, muffled groan, her legs trembling. She quickly rested her arms on the toilet tank and lowered her head.

Compared to the beautiful sight of her breasts swaying wildly during previous movements, the beautiful curves of her back and buttocks now brought a fresh stimulation. Shinji vigorously kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks, staring at her anus, which looked somewhat strangely moistened with vaginal fluid, and rocked his body back and forth.

It was a pity he hadn't brought a condom, otherwise he really wanted to try fucking a woman's asshole.

He had once asked a relatively open-minded girlfriend for anal sex, patiently performing enemas several times to thoroughly clean and lubricate her

anus. However, the opening in the center of her small, thin buttocks was as small as she was, causing the high school girl to sweat profusely from the pain, and she still couldn't insert

the head of his penis into her anus. Not long after that, the two inexplicably broke up. Inexplicably, just like when they met, dated, and slept together. The tingling sensation pulled his thoughts back to reality. He noticed that the base of his penis was beginning to swell, and the urge to ejaculate rose from his back muscles to his groin.

He was somewhat unwilling; ejaculating before the woman had reached orgasm was not in line with his aesthetics. He paused his movements, leaned over her back, grasped her breasts, and began to play with her erect nipples using every technique he could think of.

Shinji, who had only masturbated three times yesterday, shouldn't have wanted to ejaculate so quickly. It could only be said that the beautiful body beneath him and the strangely erotic atmosphere stirred the most sensitive part of his heart, as if the thing he had always dreamed of had happened exactly as he needed.

The satisfaction was indescribable.

"No...you don't have to hold back, I...I've already...I've come several times. You...you can cum, I...I need to rest too."

Her arms, trembling from Shinji's fingers, arched her hips, rubbing against his lower abdomen.

The rhythmic spasms within her vagina proved she wasn't lying; it was the kind of movement that only occurs after ecstasy. He stroked her full breasts with gratitude and began to thrust again.

When he reached his limit of tingling and numbness, he panted and asked, "I'm...I'm going to cum, is it...a safe period?"

He wanted to leave a good impression on this beauty, so he suppressed the urge to ejaculate as he asked. Although he was reluctant, it wouldn't be good to cause a "birth" for this moment of pleasure.

She was nearing another climax, one hand kneading her breasts vigorously, her voice trembling as she answered, "No...it's okay, just shoot inside..."

As she uttered the last syllable of her name, Shinji growled, gripping her buttocks and forcefully thrusting his engorged penis into her full, juicy depths, pressing firmly against her writhing, wet core. Her mind went blank, a series of sparks of pleasure flashing and overwhelming her consciousness.

With a soft "plop," the wet penis slid out of her violently contracting vagina, a second spurt of semen shooting onto the woman's skirt. The next wave flew even further, the translucent white liquid spreading directly onto the sweat-drenched back of her fair skin.

She moaned ecstatically, then went limp as if her bones had been removed, kneeling on the ground, her body still trembling. Under her buttocks, a small puddle of white liquid slowly expanded into a pool.

Shinji gasped for breath, leaning against the toilet stall door, his still-erect penis twitching unwillingly, as if wanting another round.

Neither of them spoke; the silence was broken only by their panting.

A few minutes later, the woman swayed as she stood up, turned, and sat on the toilet seat, her eyes still filled with a strange confusion, the blush on her face showing no signs of fading.

She licked her lips and murmured dreamily, "I want more..."

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